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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 22, 2014, 2:00 pm
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       Thank you! I guess ou don't remember reading this chapter on the
       other site, huh? XD I do like the feedback though!
       #Post#: 3017--------------------------------------------------
       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: McBadgere Date: May 22, 2014, 4:23 pm
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       Um...*Shuffles feet and blushes*...
       I never read any of it... :-\ ...
       Sadly, I think it was all posting when I left that time...And
       then I could never get my brain back into it...
       If I don't comment on any for a while...It doesn't mean I'm not
       reading them...I just sometimes - as with these lately - don't
       have time to say stuff about them...But I am reading them...
       Now that I've figured out the notify thing... :D ...
       It is awesome stuff...
       #Post#: 3020--------------------------------------------------
       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 22, 2014, 5:23 pm
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       Ouch, dude! Don't make me hide Easter eggs in my stories lol
       #Post#: 3110--------------------------------------------------
       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 24, 2014, 8:32 am
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       Samara sat on her cold floor for an hour, staring at her birth
       certificate. Her tears had stopped long before she got up. Her
       achy legs groaned in protest as the static in her legs
       dissipated slightly at the movement. She wasn't going to take
       this sitting down. Or sober. Right as she reached for a bottle
       of wine, a knock startled her, making her let out an involuntary
       gasp.
       'He's back for more,' she thought angrily. 'That bastard is
       gonna die.' She flung the door open, her mouth poised to deliver
       an angry retort that never came. A timid-looking Breton girl
       with large green eyes and white-blonde hair blinked up at her.
       She looked even more frightened when she saw Samara's face.
       "I, uhm, I'm here to look at your arm."
       Samara frowned. "I can't afford a healer. Go away." She slammed
       the door in the girl's face. She sat down and yanked the cork
       off the bottle and guzzled half its contents before hearing
       another timid knock. She threw the door open again to see the
       same girl.
       "I've already been paid. If I don't heal you, I'll have to give
       the money back."
       "Who paid for you?"
       "I don't know. Some rich-looking man came into the temple and
       demanded the most skilled healer. They pushed me forward, and he
       paid me a lot of money. More than the standard amount for a
       healing. That makes me worry. What's wrong wit your arm?" Her
       timid look was replaced by one of concern, and she reached for
       Samara's arm. Samara rolled her eyes and let the girl undress
       her arm after taking out out of the splint.
       "It's broken. Someone broke into my house and broke my wrist
       when I tried to get them to leave. Come inside."
       The healer looked up at Samara as she walked in. She was a small
       thing, a whole head shorter than Samara, who was unusually tall
       for a Breton, but not as tall as a Nord. If it weren't for her
       keeping her blonde locks in a messy bun, Samara would've thought
       her a Bosmer.
       "I hate to ask, but it's necessary. Did the thief, uh..." She
       hesitated for a moment. Samara raised her brow.
       "Did he take something from you besides, uh, worldly
       possessions?"
       "Hmm?"
       "I mean, uh, did he touch you, and you did not like it?"
       "Are you asking if he raped me?"
       The healer turned red. "Yes, I'm so sorry! I just graduated from
       the University and I'm not really trained in asking these sorts
       of questions!"
       "You better learn. Wait, JUST graduated? How old are you?!"
       "Twenty-seven."
       "You're older than me!"
       "Bretons age well. I still look young, don't I? How old did you
       think I was?"
       "Not twenty-seven! Maybe sixteen?"
       The healer laughed. "No!" She stuck out her right hand. "I'm
       Blanche deLion. And you are?"
       Samara awkwardly shook Blanche's hand with her left hand,
       earning an embarrassed look from the healer.
       "Samara Sage. So, is this going to hurt?"
       "A little. Just sit on the bed. You'll feel itching, aching,
       twinges, stabs, and shooting pains, but that's a part of the
       healing process. I feel it's best to hold a conversation whilst
       healing. Helps distract you." She inspected Samara's bruised and
       swollen arm, frowning.
       "Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly." Blanche instructed,
       and when Samara obeyed, a stabbing pain made her flinch when she
       exhaled. Blanche's warm hand gently held her elbow.
       "I know. Tell me about yourself. Did you grow up here?"
       Samara winced. "Yeah. Grew up in the orphanage."
       "You don't say. Did you like it?"
       "No."
       "Why not?"
       "I had sticky fingers."
       Blanche shot Samara an amused look. "I see. I suppose that's how
       you ended up on the Waterfront?"
       Samara shot her a hard look. "Not everyone here is a thief, you
       know."
       Blanche looked up and saw the angry look on Samara's face. "I'm
       sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean-"
       "No, you did mean. But I don't blame you. I'm sure everyone
       thinks that. How many people on the Waterfront went to your
       University?"
       "Uhhh..."
       "Thought so. Did you ever wonder why?"
       "Lack of skill, I'd assume."
       "How much did your tuition cost you?" Samara asked coolly.
       Blanche shrugged. "My mother paid for it. And when she passed, I
       inherited her business and her savings."
       "So you don't even know?"
       Blanche shook her head. Samara gave her a wry smile.
       "Let's just say I wasn't able to pay the tuition that was in the
       thousands. So they told me I had to go to each Guild hall in
       Cyrodiil, pass a test, and receive recommendations. Me. Even
       though my skills lie in Illusion and Destruction, they wanted me
       to travel everywhere, with no money for a carriage, no money to
       buy spells, no money for lessons, nothing." She scoffed. "You
       rich people have everything handed to you."
       Blanche turned a little red in the face, but said nothing. The
       edges of her small pink lips turned white as she pursed them
       angrily. Samara remained oblivious and stared at her arm. The
       bruising was lightening up, and she sighed.
       "I thought you said this was going to hurt?"
       "Usually it does. Usually they start crying right about now."
       "I have a high pain tolerance, I guess." She sighed. "Look, I
       didn't mean to get mad at you. It's not your fault you're rich.
       I'm sorry about your mom, too."
       "Don't be. She was a horrid woman." Blanche smiled up at her,
       the gesture just barely reaching her eyes. The flash of sadness
       wasn't lost on Samara, who looked away. She wanted to say
       something comforting, but all that came out was, "So you're a
       healer, huh?"
       Blanche gave her an amused look and snorted. "Nah. I'm part of
       the Fighter's Guild as a porter. I just do this in secret. The
       Guilds get jealous of each other."
       Samara laughed. "I'm really not as stupid as that question made
       me sound."
       Blanche laughed. "I hope not. That would be a bit sad." She
       pulled her hands away and wiped her brow. Samara noticed for the
       first time that there was perspiration on her face.
       "Do you need some water?" She asked. Blanche shook her head.
       "No, I'll be fine. It's just more difficult to heal bones than
       it is to heal flesh wounds. I won't be ale to heal all of it
       tonight. I can come back in the morning and check on it."
       "How much is left?"
       Blanche held Samara's arm tenderly in her hands, turning her
       wrist gently over. "See that right there?" She pointed to a
       swollen lump on the pulse of her wrist. "There's a small
       hairline fracture right there. I'm going to give you a potion
       that will heal the rest of it. Go ahead and let it air out for a
       few hours, then wrap it up again." She yawned, covering her
       mouth with a petite hand.
       "Oh, excuse me! I better get back to my house. I've got to get
       up early." She stood up and smiled down at Samara. "It was nice
       meeting you. I'm sorry if I offended you."
       "You're fine. You sure you want to head out now? It's awfully
       late."
       Blanche looked around, her lips pursed in disdain. "I'm sure."
       "If you're drunk, it's not so bad." Samara shook the bottle, a
       playful grin on her face. Blanche shook her head.
       "I'd much rather take my chances outside. Besides, I have to be
       at the Temple in the morning with a clear head. I appreciate the
       offer, though." She gave Samara a quick nod before closing the
       door behind her. Samara sighed and set the bottle down and
       re-corked it.
       "So much for company." She mumbled.
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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: McBadgere Date: May 30, 2014, 6:57 am
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       Loved it!!...
       That healer was a bit cute!!...Reminded me of Nell from
       NCIS:LA...Google her, you'll see what I mean... ;D ...
       Brilliant stuff...
       Nice one!!...
       *Applauds heartily*...
       #Post#: 4281--------------------------------------------------
       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: July 11, 2014, 11:58 am
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       Samara jumped when Blanche slammed a book down near her head.
       The redhead wobbled in her seat as she tried to keep herself
       from falling backwards. When she regained her balance without
       falling over, Blanche smiled.
       "I knew you wouldn't fall. You're like a cat." She slid into the
       seat next to Samara and opened her book. She pointed without
       looking at the passage.
       "Read this."
       Samara leaned over. "I gasped softly as he caressed my inner
       thigh- Blanche, what in the hells?!"
       Blanche turned red as she yanked the book back. "Wrong book!
       Stop laughing!"
       Samara's arm had quickly healed, much to Blanche's surprise. The
       morning after, she examined the taller woman's arm and
       exclaimed, "Gods, you've got amazing regenerating ability!"
       Followed by, "I'd love to do some tests." Followed by Samara
       yanking her arm away and scolding the smaller Breton for
       thinking of such things.
       In spite of Blanche's hasty exit the night before, their
       friendship blossomed quickly. Samara would make a trip to the
       Temple nearly every day, squinting against the sun she rarely
       saw before. Blanche was generous with her wealth, especially
       towards Samara. Despite Jakben sending Samara replacement chairs
       and a new table, as well as a soft bed with new spreading and
       covers, Samara spent more time in Blanche's house in the safety
       of the city.
       The older blonde Breton pulled out the correct book, shooting a
       scathing glance at the still-giggling redhead. She found the
       passage she had meant to show Samara and pointed.
       "I can't read." Samara said.
       "Oh, I'm sorry." Blanche began to read aloud, then shot Samara
       another dirty look.
       "Fine, I'll read." She cleared her throat. "'Welkynd stones are
       known to harness the power of magicka, though the supply is
       limited. They offer magicka regeneration without the aid of
       potions.' Doesn't that sound amazing?"
       Samara nodded, looking at her fingernails. "Absolutely."
       "I mean, that means no potion sickness!"
       "Yep."
       "I suck the marrow out of corpses."
       "What?" Samara looked confused.
       "What?" Blanche kept an innocent look on her face. Samara
       lightly slapped Blanche's arm and clucked her tongue.
       "I'm sorry, I'm just bored." Samara sighed. She looked at
       Blanche and frowned.
       "What's that look for?"
       "We should get some Welkynd stones."
       "What for?"
       "Because! All I would have to do is absorb the stone's power,
       and I wouldn't get sick."
       "Yeah, but you'd be carrying a bunch of rocks around instead of
       a bunch of potions."
       "You're completely missing the point."
       "I think you're missing MY point."
       "So you won't help me?"
       "Help you what?"
       Blanche let out a groan of irritation as Samara laughed.
       ------
       "Tell me the plan again, Samara."
       Around mid-day they reached the old ruins of Hrotanda Vale, just
       above Chorrol. It had taken Blanche nearly a week to prepare,
       going over scrolls, prepping spells, and buying Samara armor.
       The trip to Chorrol had taken them a day by carriage, and
       another day to for Blanche to mentally prepare herself. Samara
       had held her hair several times as she vomited.
       "We go in, I grab the stones beause I'm the thief, and you sit
       back and watch because mages are lazy."
       "Those weren't my words, but yes, that's the plan."Blanche
       grumbled. "You'd think a Breton and Altmer mix would appreciate
       the arcane a bit more."
       "Nope." Samara snorted. She shot a cheesy smile at Blanche.
       "You're too tense, Blanche. Things will be fine."
       "No, several things could go wrong. The ruin could cave in, it
       could be infested with bandits or worse, vampires!"
       Samara sighed as Blanche continued to tick off disasters.
       "You could break your leg, I could break MY leg, the floor
       could-MMPH!"
       "Shutup." Samara said as she put her hand over Blanche's mouth.
       Blanche flailed and pinched the spot under Samara's arm, making
       her screech.
       "OW!" She was held back by a large, dark green hand. The Orsimer
       easily separated the two young women, holding each by the collar
       of their shirts or robes.
       "I'm supposed to be muscle, not a babysitter!" The tusked Orc
       grumbled. "Play nice!" He set them gently down on the ground, an
       arm's length apart.
       "I go in, I clear the place, and little miss nimble here
       scurries up and grabs the stones."
       "I'm glad you hired this ray of sunshine." Samara told Blanche.
       "I'm sticking to the shadows."
       "Darling, the whole place is gonna be a shadow, unless there's
       bandits inside." The orc said, his words dripping with something
       Samara couldn't identify. "The mage can stick by me. And when
       we're getting back to Skingrad, I'm hiring a couple of funts to
       spend my time with."
       Blanche looked alarmed. "Treat them well. Just because you're
       paying them doesn't mean they're not people too."
       Shakh the Orc snorted. "Yeah, yeah. You sound like my mother."
       "Your mother approves of prostitutes?"
       "My mother approves of everything because she's dead. Can we get
       inside already? You're making me want to kill things."
       "Ugh." Blanche shook her head. "Petit cul."
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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: King Of Beasts Date: July 11, 2014, 1:33 pm
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       [quote]Samara leaned over. "I gasped softly as he caressed my
       inner thigh- Blanche, what in the hells?!"[/quote]
       This part still cracks me up lol
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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: July 18, 2014, 12:13 pm
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       Thanks, KOB, lol
       New chapter, not that anyone is reading it anymore XD
       ~~~~~
       "Well, this was a good idea." Samara said to Blanche, whom of
       which was behind her. Blanche sighed.
       "I told you I should worry." Blanche said with another sigh.
       Samara rolled her eyes and lightly shook her head.
       "This is simple and easy. Just let me grab a few stones, and
       then we head out. No one gets hurt, no one dies."
       "Then my pay will be for nothing." Rumbled the Orc, named Shakh,
       in disappointment. "You didn't hire me to sit back and not do
       anything. It wouldn't feel right taking your money. Let me go in
       and kill them so they won't kill us first."
       "Nonsense. I can use my magick against them." Blanche whispered.
       The bandits in question were milling about the previously
       abandoned ruin, sleeping on worn, weathered mats or leaning
       against the white walls, conversing. In total, there were eight
       of them, wearing mismatched armor. Some wore furs, some studded
       leathers, and one had steel armor. Blanche peered out from
       behind the wall they were hiding, most likely meant as a
       latrine, judging from the stench emanating fro the buckets and
       stools.
       "Use your what?" Samara said, waving a glowing blue stone in
       front of Blanche's face. The blonde Breton sputtered
       uncharacteristically.
       "How did you-"
       "I'm THAT good." Samara boasted, a grin on her face. The Orc
       wheezed a laugh. "That was good, for a thief."
       "Hey!"
       "Shhh!" Blanche shushed. One of the bandits perked up, pushing
       himself off the ground and putting a hand on his steel sword.
       "Did you hear something?" He asked softly. The rest looked
       startled, but shook their heads, murmuring no's as they peered
       into the darkness.
       Samara waved another stone in her hand, grinning. Blanche
       frowned and shoved the other woman lightly, making the orc
       wheeze another laugh. Samara stuck out her tongue and turned
       around, shaking her rear at Blanche. Shakh wheezed louder, and
       Blanche's frown deepened before slapping Samara's rear lightly.
       Samara grinned and leaned close to the two.
       "That's two out of the four that are up there. I wonder why they
       left them there and didn't sell them?"
       "The trek to the city is long," Blanche murmured softly. "And
       merchants often won't buy from the dirty or those who are
       obviously bandits. Especially not those who reside in Skingrad.
       They assume the stones are stolen." She frowned at Samara. "I
       want to see how you're getting them without them noticing."
       "I as well," Shakh declared quietly. Samara cracked her knuckles
       and disappeared momentarily. The orc looked around, then pointed
       up towards the wall.
       "There."
       Samara inched along the wall quickly, her back against the ledge
       several yards above the heads of the bandits.
       "How is she doing that?" Blanche breathed. "There can't be
       enough footing!"
       "Thieves." Shakh said quietly, no audible contempt in his voice.
       He breathed in sharply when Samara leapt from the thin ledge to
       the square pillar holding the welkynd stone. She shoved the
       stone into the small bag she had, hiding its glow, then
       backtracking across the ledge, gripping holes in the wall to
       keep herself from falling. She lightly balanced on the ledge of
       the wall where they were hiding, and dropped, rolling forward,
       and springing up onto her toes.
       "You're like a godsdamned spider!" Shakh said, patting Samara on
       the back, sending the young woman forward and into Blanche.
       Blanche was suddenly very aware of the shampoo Samara used as
       she steadied the younger woman. Her face flushed a little as she
       looked up at Samara, who grinned down at her.
       "You see me?" She said before stretching her arms. She saw
       Blanche nod, then turn around, her voice a little unsteady.
       "There's one more, then we can-"
       "INTRUDERS!"
       Blanche and Samara whirled to see a man and a woman, dressed in
       a similar fashion as the others, drawing their weapons. Shakh
       had already, with alarming speed, unsheathed his greatsword and
       was running towards the larger group of bandits. Samara
       disappeared, leaving Blanche alone with two bandits and their
       very sharp swords.
       One smirked, the grime on his tanned, leathery cheek giving his
       blue eyes an insidious glint as he raised his sword. He dropped
       his sword when a bolt of lightening hit him, causing him to fall
       over and seize up. The other bandit, a Redguard woman with an
       unsure look, raised her sword at Blanche.
       An arrow planted itself into her stomach and she stopped,
       dropping her sword. Blood spurted from the wound and she fell
       backwards like a tree with a thump. Blanche looked wildly around
       and saw Samara give her a little wave from a darkened corner,
       above the chaos. Blanche was glad that at least her redheaded
       friend was not an alien to tight situations.
       She turned around as she heard a gasp from behind her to see the
       bandit woman she had shot gripping the shaft of the arrow. She
       made a pained sound as she tried to pull the arrow out. Blanche
       fell to her knees and grabbed the woman's wrist.
       "Stop. You'll bleed to death faster than I can heal you. What's
       your name?"
       "Suleen," The woman said weakly. Her breathing was labored, and
       Blanche saw that the arrow had gone right through her hide
       armor.
       "Okay, Suleen, I'm gonna need you to slow your breathing a bit
       and stay calm."
       "There's an arrow in my gut!" the woman cried out. Blanche put a
       hand over the woman's forehead and slid is across, a calming
       spell in her hand.
       "Shhh. I've got this. You're not the first battle wound I've
       dealt with. What are you doing with bandits, Suleen?"
       "My son-" She whimpered in pain, gripping Blanche's wrist
       tightly. "Is very sick. He's at the Temple, and they're saying I
       can't afford the treatment he needs to get better."
       "That doesn't sound right. Tell me about his illness." Blanche
       gripped the shaft of the arrow and conjured a pair of heavy-duty
       scissors and began cutting away at the armor.
       "He's three. Very smart, but has a cancerous sickness. If I
       could just get part of the cut of one job here-don't pull it
       out!" Her voice rose several octaves when she realized Blanche
       was gripping the arrow.
       "I'm not. Keep talking. I'm going to get this armor off of you,
       alright?"
       "Okay." Suleen gulped, sweat on her body. "His name is Malen."
       Swords clanked in the background, and cries of pain rang out.
       Blanche turned Suleen on her side, making the Redguard woman
       groan in pain. She kept talking as her armor was pulled off.
       "He flirts with any pretty woman, and really loves blondes."
       Blanche smiled a little, despite the sight she was seeing. The
       arrow hadn't traveled all the way through Suleen's body. A quick
       ,gentle twist of the shaft told Blanche that the arrowhead had
       loosened, the binding most likely coming off from the wetness of
       Suleen's blood. The chaos quieted, and suddenly Shakh was next
       to Blanche.
       "What are you doing? That's a bandit! She's the enemy!"
       Samara appeared next to Shakh, peering down at Suleen. "She's
       still alive? Are you gonna try to save her?"
       "We should kill her." The orc said plainly. Suleen's breathing
       quickened as she began to panic.
       "No, please! I'm all my son has left! He needs me!"
       Shakh put his hand on a dagger on his belt, but Samara grabbed
       his arm.
       "No. Don't take a parent away from their child." she said, the
       shadows hiding her expression. Had the orc or breton seen it,
       they would've seen the pain. She took a breath and knelt next to
       Blanche.
       "What do you need me to do?"
       Blanche's heart swelled a little as she saw the resolve on
       Samara's face. Blanche took a deep breath and bit her lower lip
       for a second.
       "The arrowhead came loose in her body. I'll need to get it out
       if we're to save her. What I need you to do is grab some
       potions, some rags, and a piece of leather or wood, something
       for her to bite on. Shakh, you'll need to hold her down."
       Both Samara and Shakh obliged as Blanche comforted Suleen. She
       gently stroked the redguard woman's hair, holding a light above
       them.
       "I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do, and exactly
       what is going to happen, alright? The arrowhead is stuck in your
       body, but the good news is judging by the blood loss, it hasn't
       struck an artery. That means you're in no real danger because
       I'm here. Now, this is what's going to happen now."
       Samara handed her a bunch of rags and a small piece of firewood
       as thick as her thumb and as long as her forearm. Blanche handed
       it back. "Strip off the bark first." She turned back to Suleen.
       "It's going to hurt, but I'm right here with you, okay? I'm
       going to pull the shaft out, and then I'm going to pull out the
       arrowhead and heal whatever damage it caused. " She grabbed the
       newly naked wood and put it in Suleen's mouth. "Shakh is going
       to hold you down, and keep you from thrashing. I'm an excellent
       healer. Are you ready? When I get to three, I'll pull out the
       arrow, and begin to pull the arrowhead out. Ready?"
       Suleen whimpered, tears running down her face. Sobs wracked her
       body, and Samara hald her right hand as Shakh gripped her
       ankles.
       "One..."
       Suleen closed her eyes.
       "Two..."
       Samara held her breath and braced herself.
       "Three!"
       Suleen screamed in pain as the arrow was pulled out, the
       stripped wood nearly breaking with the force of her jaw.
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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: Callidus Thorn Date: July 18, 2014, 3:30 pm
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       [quote]
       New chapter, not that anyone is reading it anymore XD
       [/quote]
       I'm reading, just not as on the ball as I was before.
       And nobody else is writing anymore :(
       Anyway...
       I have to say, I love the way those three talk with each other.
       I'd like to say Shakh is my favourite of those three, but
       remembering what happens later, I really can't ;)
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       Re: At my Feet (R)
       By: King Of Beasts Date: August 1, 2014, 8:03 pm
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       I am reading lol
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