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aardvark-123 · 1 year

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~The Silver-Heart Chronicles Part 8: Moving On~

Our heroes spent an uncomfortable night sleeping in the Bleak Falls Barrow refectory, followed by a quiet breakfast of scavenged cheese. Once they were confident the dragon had got bored and wandered off, they left the barrow and headed back into town.

Camilla couldn't help but worry how her brother would be feeling. She hadn't left him on the best of terms, thanks to Yngvar and Kharjo's intervention. What if he'd sent bounty hunters after them, reported her as kidnapped, or even dug up her old doll's house and burned it out of blind, vengeful hatred?! The thought did not appeal.

Back in Riverwood, however, Lucan was in a much more even temper than could have been expected.

Yngvar looked at Kharjo. "We have?"

Kharjo looked at Yngvar. "Have we?"

"Um," said Camilla, "I was worried you'd be upset."

"Well... Maybe I should be, but I understand," said Lucan. "You needed to get all this... adventury stuff out of your system, but now that you've had a taste, it's probably far too much danger and fright for your liking. So you're gonna stay here and run the shop with me, right? And everything will be okay, right? Please say yes."

"Lucan... No! I'm going to be a warrior, a woman of adventure, see the world and have some fun for once! You can't stop me. Not any more." Almost casually, Camilla swung her war axe into the counter. "So don't try. Is that understood?"

Lucan considered it for a moment, then he burst into tears.

Satisfied that they'd paid lip service to the dark, gritty moral ambiguity of Skyrim and the way a seemingly pig-headed man could actually be speaking from genuine love and care towards his sister, albeit in a sloppy and heavy-handed way, our heroes departed from Riverwood. It was early in the morning, too dark for a good picture thanks to the RAID Weathers mod, but they were feeling good about their prospects.

"Where are we going, then?" asked Camilla.

"Kharjo and I were thinking of a second attempt at finding Whiterun," Yngvar began.

"And now that you're used to how my derriére looks in this armour," Kharjo butted in, "I am sure you will be able to tear your eyes away for long enough to check the map once in a while, yes?"

Yngvar went red. Camilla burst out laughing.

"On another note," said Yngvar, "you don't have to come with us, Camilla. You could go anywhere, do anything, be anything, although I don't recommend getting involved in the civil war."

"Oh, I know," Camilla assured him. "But you two seem like fun, so I might as well stick around!"

"Ah." Yngvar smiled. "Well, I can't promise your safety, nor can I promise something so absurd and frustrating that it beggars belief won't happen to us at every turn... If that's all right, we'd love to have you along."

"And I'd love to... Be had... Along!" Camilla giggled. She unhooked her axe and thrust it into the air. "Onwards, to Whiterun!"

They hiked down from the highland forest onto the great Whiterun tundra, past the Honningbrew meadery and a bear who will be missed. Some warriors seemed to have just finished slaying a stray giant on one of the fields nearby.

"Thanks for your help!" the ginger-haired woman shouted as they walked past. "Bunch of milk-drinkers..."

"What was her problem?" muttered Yngvar.

"I do not know," said Kharjo. "But some people can be like that, yes? There is usually no reason but their own sour tongues."

Undeterred by the sourness of Aela's tongue, Yngvar and the lads convinced the guards outside the city that no, they weren't dragons, and yes, they had a reason to go in. They neglected to clarify that their reason amounted to "we want to"; luckily, the guards bought it.

"So, this is Whiterun," said Kharjo. "It certainly is a friendly-looking city compared to some I've seen."

"Sigrid got in a fight with the blacksmith lady once," Camilla recounted excitedly. "I think that's her, working over by the gate. She broke Sigrid's nose!"

"Right. And did this Sigrid person deserve it, by any chance?" asked Yngvar.

"Probably," said Camilla.

They spent the afternoon exploring the city, making note of where all its most vital amenities were: the pub, the blacksmith, the missive board, the shop, the apothecary and the barrel which Adrienne never seemed to empty. It was a busy city where everyone seemed to have something to do, which meant most people had something with which they needed help.

"Well, yes, probably," Yngvar said carefully. "I have no interest in buying your sister, though, let me just get that out of the way. Honest to Stuhn, has there ever been a shopkeeper who's actually nice to his sister?!"

"It... It was a joke," Belethor said in a small voice. "I was joking! I made a joke. I'd never sell my sister into slavery due to the fact that I don't have a sister! And that it would be wrong. Look, are you going to kill these bandits for me or not?!"

Our heroes had little enthusiasm for the job, right up until they heard Belethor recount what cruel words the bandit chief had said some weeks ago to his sister. Kharjo shivered, Camilla wept and Yngvar's hair went grey at the mere thought of it, although with Yngvar you could hardly tell. They knew, however, that such a loathsome bully could not be allowed to live another day.

There were a few complications on the way to the bandits' den.

"Oh, Mara! Oh, Shor! I can't believe the handsome one stepped on Camilla!" wailed Yngvar, running for his life. Camilla was stuck like a piece of chewing gum to an armoured giant's foot, crying plaintively every time she hit the ground while he galumphed along in pursuit.

What ever could they do? Yngvar's fingers chanced upon a rolled-up piece of paper in his pocket, and with a desperate shout he siezed his chance.

As soon as the spell summoned her onto Nirn, the flame monarch leapt into action. She ploughed head-first into the giant's stomach, bowling him off his feet and straight into a pile of rubble. With a spin and a gleam in her eye she kicked him right in the face, denting his helmet and singeing his beard. Finally she ignited a spear of burning metal and plunged it into his heart.

"Forgive me... My brothers..." the giant groaned as he sank shakily to the ground. "At long last, the small people... Have... Triumphed. I return now... To the bones of the Earth... Rosebud."

"You really saved our bacon, you know." Yngvar looked up in admiration at the flame monarch, who was busy setting a stream on fire to show up.

"It was no problem," the Daedra giggled, doing a little twirl. "If the magic of that scroll hadn't bound me to your will, I'd have you for lunch! Good day~"

"Good... Day?" Yngvar watched her vanish in a whirl of purple energy. "I'm glad I'm not a conjurer."

Yngvar gave Kharjo a healing potion, and once he was back on his feet they turned their attention to Camilla. She was looking a little squashed, but none the worse for wear, and a quick scrub with a flannel removed most of the footprint.

Without further incident, our heroes tracked the bandits to a little cave known as Redoran's Retreat.

"I wonder who it was from House Redoran that found themself retreating here," Kharjo muttered as they ventured inside. "Oh, do not venture too far ahead with that torch, Yngvar! The lighting in here will be untenable for taking pictures."

Kharjo spoke the truth; it was far from tenable. With a small selection of dull, shadowy records of their exploits in hand, the trio fought their way to the end of the cave, where the leader of the bandits was waiting.

"I pity such pure-hearted fools as you three!" he crowed, swaggering towards our heroes with a warhammer in hand. Or was it a battle-axe? I can't tell. "Pure-hearted cowards who think men should be kind to their sisters, offer them support and understanding! Such weak-minded ideals are but paper in the fire of my hatred."

"How ignorant can you be," Yngvar said coldly, "to think anger and bitterness alone make you right? You don't know the meaning of family, the meaning of kindness! If you were worthy to call yourself 'brother', you'd have shown that poor girl how to mend her boat."

"Do you not know how lucky you are to have a sister, how much her presence enriches the world?!" Camilla piped up, her teeth bared in anger. "Women shouldn't have to cling to our brothers' sleeves! We don't deserve to be kept back, hungry and afraid, as if we'll crumble to dust out in the world! Come at me, swine, and I'll show you the strength of a true sister!"

"What is a sister? A miserable pile of diaries and pink pyjamas!" The bandit chief laughed. "Do you know mine cried after I told her she'd never be half the ferryman our father was? So pathetic! I enjoy her tears. But enough words! I shall slice and/or bludgeon thee like flies beneath my newspaper!"

The bandit chief surged forwards with bloodlust in his eyes. Yngvar met his weapon with steel only to be thrown back by the force of his onslaught. His sword bounced off the bandit chief's polearm when he tried to strike again.

Camilla and Kharjo circled around the bandit, yet somehow his weapon was there whenever they tried to strike, parrying their blows with barely a hint of effort. The bandit swung his hammer and/or axe in wild arcs, beating against his enemies' shields and leaving them no room to strike.

"I see you aren't going to make this easy," Yngvar growled. "But for people like you, I've been saving something special!" In one swift motion, he broke a vial of poison on the tip of his sword and swept the steaming green liquid across the blade. Letting out a battle cry he lunged towards the bandit.

The bandit's eyes flashed. Moving like lightning, he swung his weapon up against Yngvar's sword and flicked it into the ceiling. Without waiting for a moment he kicked Yngvar in the stomach, hurling him across the cave. Yngvar cried out in pain when he hit the rugged wall.

"Weakling!" the bandit chief roared. "None of you can hope to stand against me! Can you now see that this is the true power of a brother?!"

Kharjo hissed angrily. "Yours, my friend, is nothing more than the true power of a dickhead. Swagger and preen as much as you wish, but we will defeat you!"

"And what do you know?! Neither of you even have a sister!" The bandit chief raised his implement to strike, but out of nowhere a crossbow bolt stabbed into his arm.

"Aaaaaugh!" the bandit roared. "What in the bollocking feck?!"

"Miserable little pile of arrogance and stupidity." Yngvar blew a convenient wisp of smoke off his crossbow. Despite the blood staining his armour, he stood tall as he approached the bandit. "Strength alone is not what makes a brother. Let us show you the other ingredients!"

Yngvar pounced forwards and grabbed the bandit's injured arm. Sensing his cue, Kharjo did likewise, and sunk his claws into his other arm.

"What are you doing?! You miserable fools! Release me!" the bandit chief roared, struggling against their grip.

"Brothers weren't made to rule with an iron fist!" Yngvar roared, clinging on with all his might. "Helping our sisters, encouraging them and seeing where their greatest strengths lie, that is the true meaning of brotherhood." He smiled. "Do you still not understand? Kharjo and I have a sister, right here, and her name is Camilla Valerius!"

The bandit chief went pale, but he had no time to react. Camilla was coming for him with her axe raised high, a warrior's roar on her lips. She swung with the fury of a thousand sisters and struck his head from his neck.

The warriors sighed with relief when the bandit and his noggin fell upon the rocky floor. At last, the evil in Redoran's Retreat had fallen.

"Oh, look," Camilla said, rummaging through the bandit chief's things. "It wasn't a hammer or an axe. It was a long mace!"

"Interesting." Kharjo's forehead wrinkled. "Why, then, was it in the chest rather than clutched in our late nemesis's hands?"

"Details!" said Yngvar firmly. "Come on, let's give Belethor the good news. After you..." He smiled at Camilla. "Sis."

#the Elder Scrolls #Skyrim #my writing #Silver-Heart Chronicles #Kharjo #Camilla Valerius #fun with pixels

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omgkalyppso · 1 year

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#tes #skyrim #camilla valerius

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nintendo-wheee · 6 months

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#skyrim #polls

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consul-valerius · 14 days

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Actually posting a WIP on this blog because I’m pretty excited with these naked Barbie dolls LMFAO BUT thinking hard about Damien-timeline characters again/revisiting them, and these would be his main suitors/LIs lmfao

From left to right we haavvee:

Camilla: “former” mean-girl who is trying to make up for relentlessly bullying Damien as a child post-abduction lmfao her and Naima are childhood best friends, and she’s essentially another rich kid from an “old-money” household. Her parents are fairly (and openly) judgmental of Donna and Val’s relationship and as a result look down on Damien as a whole (which spills over into how Camilla acts/acted)

Antony: The Man. Works on a vineyard that has been in Valerius’s family for generations; doesn’t live in Vesuvia, so he is a bit in the dark in terms of how Damien carries himself when with other rich assholes (which means he’s much softer with Damien than with anyone). While Damien and him weren’t close when they were children, he always had a bit of a crush on him and they finally had the chance to really meet and connect when Damien returned

Naima: my babygirl. The future countess of Vesuvia who inherited her mother’s (and let’s be real father’s lmao) poor taste in men (Damien lmfao) Like Camilla, very repentant for how she treated Damien when they were children and also carries the weight of her mother’s successes (and failures) on her shoulders at all times lmfao

Lucius: another well-off, old money rich kid with parents who have remained (primarily silently) loyal to Lucio, even after his death (hence his namesake—also inspired by Squad convos lol) While he and Damien didn’t have many interactions when they were children, he instantly gravitated towards Damien when he returned and they almost immediately started an on-again-off-again fling (apple -> tree)

The distinction between these folks and other people Damien fucks around with is that they all, in some way shape and form lmao, would like to be “end game” with Damien, which leads to a lot of infighting/pettiness that Damien thrives on lmfao Damien’s treatment of them varies (at times he can be outright cruel to all of them) and he purposefully keeps his intentions vague about them.

(An aside is that all the older folks have a secret prediction board they’re all silently betting on lmfao Donna & Val are trying their best to be as hands-off as possible, given Damien’s whole life, to really give him the time and space to put himself out there LMFAOO but they definitely have their favorites 😛)

#problem child damien #OC lore #bottom draws #WIP #bottom ponders

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quicksilverdrabbles · 1 year

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Kaidan: So we gotta decide whether to deceive Camilla Valerius or tell her the truth that one or both of her love interests are lying scumbags?

Merlyn: I don't really think it matters either way, to be honest.

Lucien: Hm? Why is that?

Merlyn: ... I highly doubt she'll end up with either one of them.

Taliesin: ... Meaning?

Merlyn: *blushing* Well. After we got the Golden Claw back for her brother, she.. wanted a chance to show me her own form of gratitude.

Gore: You didn't.

Merlyn: ... She is very pretty.

Kaidan: For gods sake THAT'S where you went the other night?!

Inigo: I was wondering what that smell was.

Merlyn: What? At least I didn't harass or seduce her, like some people would have.

Kaidan: How many other women have you slept with???

Merlyn: That. Is none of your business.

Taliesin: Dibella worshipper.

Merlyn: Hypocrite. You've dabbled.

Taliesin: DABBLED. Not practiced.

Merlyn: I don't actively seek out flings, you know!

Inigo: Is it only women?

Merlyn: No. Gore was right when he said Wood Elves are a fun time.

Gore: YOU DIDN'T-

Merlyn: Safe to say I will be telling Camilla that her interests are horrible men.

#Merlyn definitely slept around a lot before getting serious with her lovers #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #gore skyrim #skyrim taliesin #taliesin skyrim #Merlyn oc #suggestive #? i guess lmao

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ttrpbri · 7 months

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i married camilla valerius the first time i played skyrim and my mom was like "are you a lesbian" and i cried and insisted that i wasn't and i have to admit that story is very telling

#stories #skyrim #like damn the callout #tbh tho i think i only married her for the money and bc she's very easy to marry

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throughtrialbyfire · 2 months

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WIP Whenever! ♥

thank you for the tag, @changelingsandothernonsense !!!! <3

tagging @totally-not-deacon @skyrim-forever @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @thequeenofthewinter @mareenavee @saltymaplesyrup @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @viss-and-pinegar and anyone else who'd like to participate!!

this week i've been working on the revisions of chapters 1-10 of Cycle of the Serpent. i've posted revised 1-6 on ao3, but am still rewriting chapter 7. so, here's a bit of that!!

The Sleeping Giant rarely got any sort of messages by courier, but occasionally, the Jarl would send a letter asking for help with a particular matter in an isolated corner of the hold. This letter wasn't from him. Handwriting spiraled and jagged all at once, and when he handed it over to the trio, Wyndrelis inhaled sharply. This was the handwriting from the cellar, he thought, glancing rapidly between his two companions. "Here, some old woman came by and dropped this off a few days ago," Orgnar grunted, "since you helped Camilla and Lucan Valerius, figured you might be interested." He tapped the letter for emphasis, Athenath picking it up and scanning the writing carefully. In short, it was a request for help with a specific pest problem, a wolf that had been stalking a remote corner of wilderness just outside of Riverwood, a beast that had a habit of intimidating and stalking travelers, but specifically a relative of the letter's author, who implored whomever got this request be careful and take extra caution. Emeros sucked his inner cheek between his cheek as he thought it over. Really, the trio should be well on their way to Whiterun by now. Who knew how long that dragon was going to hold off on attacking the town of Riverwood? Would this make any difference? Wolves did as they pleased, but everything in this letter detailed a lone wolf, something uncommon, a thing that set his nerves on edge. He took the letter into his hands and inquired, "did the woman who dropped this off say anything about the wolf itself? Any distinctive markings, any signs of illness?" Orgnar rubbed his chin thoughtfully, staring off into the hearth. "Now that you mention it, she said to be on the look out for a wolf with one grey ear." "One grey ear?" Emeros repeated. Orgnar nodded. "Yeah, that's what she said."

"Oddly specific," Emeros noted as he pocketed the letter. He looked between the other Mer as he turned on his heel, making an easy stride back to the trio's room and gathering his arrows and donning the armor they'd pulled off a bandit corpse. The leather was fairly thick, and the gauntlets helped. Plus, the fur lining kept him warm, though that was a tad unnecessary, with it being late summer. "So you're going after it?" Athenath asked, leaning in the doorway as Emeros examined his arrows. "We," he corrected, "I think we should all see this thing up close." "Why?" The confusion sprawled even further along his features, Wyndrelis inching by Athenath and into the room, tugging his own armor on over his clothes. Emeros looked between the Altmer, then the Dunmer, then the windows high above them, lining part of the upper wall. "One grey ear is a very odd marking, and if it's a lone wolf, it could be injured or sick. It's best to take it down now, instead of risking it spreading something to the other wildlife. Don't worry," he nudged a small smile up his mouth, "as long as we keep our distance, we'll be alright." Athenath shrugged, snatching their own armor up and buckling it on atop their clothes. He wasn't keen to encounter sick animals in the backwoods of Whiterun Hold, but the trio burned with curiosity. An old woman dropping off a note about a strange animal sounded ideal for one more distraction from the reality of their situation, that in a day or two they'd be standing before a Jarl, explaining the things they'd seen in Helgen, and telling him just how much danger his Hold was in.

When they told Orgnar they were heading out after the old woman's wolf, he trudged to the porch and pointed them in the direction of the barrow, explaining that the woman - he'd not caught her name, didn't think to at the time - had told him she lived out that way, and the wolf stalked the trees near the river, to follow it carefully. Emeros furrowed his brow. "Isn't that where we camped last night?" Athenath asked. He nodded. "I believe so." The Bosmer moved from the porch of the inn to the road, leading the trio out to the bridge. He carried a few healing potions he'd bought off of Lucan, but hoped desperately he wouldn't need to cure ataxia or bone-break fever this journey. Awful conditions, he'd seen plenty of cases of them in his travels, and couldn't guarantee he'd have the ingredients on hand to brew up his own disease cure potion for them.

#tesblr #tes fic #skyrim fic #tes v fanfic #wip wednesday #ficblr #writeblr #oc ; emeros #oc ; wyndrelis #oc ; athenath #cycle of the serpent #my writing #bishop.txt #can't wait to finish this chapter and post it AHHHHHHHHH

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quacketernal · 5 months

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Ok so I’m finally watching pewdiepie’s skyrim playthrough and NO ONE told me how perfectly written the story is???

Stream 1; Felix breaks into random woman’s house in the first town and completely wipes the place. 2 streams later he gets attacked by hired thugs at the college of winterhold. Chat figures out the woman who sent the mercenaries was Hilde, mother of SVEN, which is the GREATEST callback in history.

So what he ends up doing is finishing Sven’s side quest with Camilla Valerius so he can have Sven as a follower. He then takes him to the tallest mountain in the game, up to a fog wall in High Hrothgar, and forced him into running INTO the fog wall until he could not stand, and then TORCHES the poor bastard and strips him of everything he owns!

So after breaking the geneva convention in 14 different languages, he disguises himself AS Sven - mind you he’s a lizard - and breaks into Hilde’s home. He then waits until night time when dear old Hilde’s fast asleep and butchers her with a bound battleaxe. When he slips off into the night, he takes on the role of Sven.

That’s when chat tells Felix that if he finds an amulet of mara he can marry Camilla, and on the road to find one he gets distracted and finds a drug den in the middle of the woods. After “sampling” the drugs, he quickly realizes his skooma had been spiked, and wakes up in the heart of a VAMPIRE LAIR.

Only in skyrim I guess?

#take notes #writers #writing #pewdiepie #skyrim #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #sven #how does one tumblr #still figuring it out #am i doing this right?#send help

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 6 months

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Faendal: I love you.

Camilla Valerius, scoffing: How many people have you said that to?

Faendal: Everyone.

Camilla: What?

Faendal: I told everyone that I love you.

#camilla valerius #faendal #riverwood #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

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fantasiacafecat · 1 year

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Gore: Camilla Valerius, Not gonna lie, I don't get it. Now, Faendal. Bosmers make for a good time. Trust me.

Ko'hira:

#Oc: Ko'hira Hannukahr #Gore skyrim #Funniest quote I've heard all day #Like I had to take a step back and look at him like “hUH”#Faendal appreciation #I agree with him tbf #caught me off guard

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reagan-the-saunders · 5 months

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Just Doin’ What I Do Best:

TW: Suggestive.

“Ugh, I honestly wish we could’ve kept that claw. Instead, all we get is a little pouch of coins and a ‘come back whenever you feel like it’. Blegh.” Taliesin complains as he sits next to the campfire.

“Well, at least it was something. We should be grateful.” Lucien responds.

Maevynn glances down at her nails as she whistles, pulling the golden claw out of her pouch as she does. She looks up to see the faces of her companions, some shocked, others pleased. “What?”

“How and when did you get that?” Kaidan asks.

Maevynn shrugs. “Well…”

Last Night:

Maevynn puts her clothing back on as Camilla Valerius lays naked on one of the tavern beds, exhausted. She looks back at the drained imperial with an eye roll.

“Well… it’s rare a girl gets such… action… in a small town like this.” Camilla pants with a smile.

“I don’t work for nothing, you see.” Maevynn says in a sultry tone.

“Well you could’ve said that before-”

“The claw. Please and thank you.”

“But you just got it back for us, I don’t-” Camilla begins to plead.

“I could always tell your brother about your recent… deeds, if you wish.” Maevynn says manipulatively with a cunning smirk.

“No! That’s… fine, come back to the shop with me and you’ll get the claw. Let’s never speak of this again.” Camilla screeches.

“Gladly… but I know you will think of it again…” Maevynn whispers softly.

Back to the present:

“...I just did what I do best…” Maevynn chuckles, taking a swig of her beer. She looks over to see Lucien’s red face, covered with a shocked expression.

“Ah.” Kaidan sighs with a look of concern mixed with interest.

“Was she good?” Taliesin whispers with a cheeky grin.

“Meh. She was fine. A little bland, if anything, but at least she was nice to look at.” Maevynn shrugs.

“I feel faint…” Lucien says softly, before collapsing to the ground.

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