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wellthebardsdead · 10 months
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The loved & the forgotten pt13
Part 12 here
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Vivienne: *seated in the shamans house with the rest of the group as they fuss over him and his injuries* it’s not that bad Taliesin-
Taliesin: There is a HOLE! IN YOUR STOMACH!
Vivienne: there was one in my chest when I fell asleep and now it’s g-hHhone- ow that hurts! *whimpers as Taliesin cleans it so Storn can sew him back up*
Taliesin: Oh gods can you please just stop getting hurt for one day Vivi, you’re going to turn my hair grey!
Vivienne: I think you’d look quite nice with white ha-
Taliesin: Don’t. Even joke about that.
Vivienne: *giggles softly and hisses as Storn starts sewing up his wounds* is… everyone else okay?… I sort of… lost my mind when mora stabbed me I… don’t really remember anything.
Storn: oh yes, everyone’s fine thanks to you my friend. My daughters headed to raven rock to inform them of your victory. I imagine they’re all a bit rattled from those shockwaves you sent out fighting old herma mora. I swear we could feel the earth itself shake in your presence, I’ve never known one of a person who could hold such power.
Vivienne: it’s… not my power… it… was his…
Storn: his? Herma mora?
Vivienne: no… it belonged to Vivec but… even then it wasn’t rightfully his I… I saw him.
Kaidan: *looks up from his food* you… you saw Vivec? In apocryha?
Vivienne: *shakes his head* no I… saw through his eyes, his, memories… he was raised by a blind netchiman. I was raised by a blind fisherman. We both got abandoned as teenagers in some way or another… we both had to sell our bodies for money… but he… got saved by a very handsome mer, he had gold skin, white hair, he said his name was Neht…
Lucien: *suddenly chokes on his wine*
Inigo: *pats his back* you are meant to swallow not breathe it my friend.
Taliesin: *looks to them then back at vivi* what else did you see dear?…
Vivienne: I think he was in love with neht at some point they… they made love but… then I saw him… he… killed him. Vivec he… cut off his face I think?… but then I woke up and I was a baby.
Kaidan: oh aye, I’ve had one of those dreams before. Nothin more weird than seeing your grown self wearing a diaper being-
Taliesin: *glares at him*
Kaidan: oop… I’ll shut up now. *clears his throat* g-go on love.
Vivienne: I’d… just been born… vivec was holding me he… didn’t look well. He looked sick, and tired… so tired… he cut my cord with a knife and put me in a basket on his guar… I watched him collapse and bleed out in the Ashland’s before I woke up in apocrypha… im… sorry I brought miraak back with me… I couldn’t bring myself to kill him.
Taliesin: don’t apologise my love… if you trust he’ll behave himself then we trust you.
Kaidan: aye… but he’s still sleeping outside tonight for the shite he’s out you through.
*meanwhile outside*
Miraak: *seated under one of his dragons shivering* I deserve this.
*Meanwhile in Raven Rock*
Nerevar: *helping the councillor try to calm the towns people as they run about frantically trying to secure their homes and possessions terrified the mountain is going to erupt again thinking the shockwaves came from it* Please people calm yourselves, the mountain is not going to erupt-
Drovas Relvi: It’s because he brought that sharmat here with him! We’re all going to die he’s going to make the mountain erupt again!
Lleril Morvayn: Drovas! Hold your tongue and calm yourself! Lord Dagoth is not responsible for this-
Bralsa Drel: I-it’s not fair! The mines only just opened back up and now I’m going to lose everything again!
Voryn: Nobody is losing anything I assure you we will find the cause of all of thi-
Meden Maren: I-im not listening to the l-likes if you! Y-you’re the reason it blew in the first place-
Adril Arano: ENOUGH!
*silence*
Adril Arano: If I hear another insult towards lord dagoth or disrespect towards the Hortator the mouths responsible will find themselves eating rotten ash yams in a jail cell for the rest of their lives! We do not know what caused this! But we do know it was not the mountain! You are all safe. So please. Just be calm and allow us to handle this.
Frea: *suddenly emerges from the crowd holding a letter from her father and the chief* Greetings of the all father upon you. I am Frea of the Skaal, and I know of what caused these disturbances, but it is not a threat to any of you.
Nerevar: *steps forward and bows his head to her* greetings Frea, you know of what caused these tremors in the earth?
Frea: yes. It was the dragonborn. In his quest to defeat miraak he asked for our help, but we were all tricked by herma mora. The demon tried to kill my father but the dragonborn leapt in the way. His wounds would have killed any ordinary man, but all it did was awaken an inhuman rage within himself and he tore the beast to pieces, quite literally. *suddenly pulls a cloth from her pocket and unwraps it revealing half of one of Hermaeus moras eyes making everyone recoil in disgust*
Nerevar: *looks at it then at the letter as she hands it to him* the dragonborn?…
Frea: Yes. This letter is signed by our chief and my father as witnesses to his battle. He returned at sunrise with miraak as his prisoner, the threat looming over solstheim is now at rest.
Nerevar: *opens the letter and reads it before looking back at Voryn who nods to him* … *looks back at frea* what… is this dragonborns name? If you don’t mind me asking?
Frea: He calls himself Vivienne. But I heard old Herma Mora call him Vivec.
Everyone: *silence* …
Nerevar: *clears his throat and nods* I. Yes… thank you my friend for delivering us this message, um, councillor can you arrange some compensation for her travels?
Lleril Morvayn: I- oh yes of course. *gestures to Frea to follow him and leads her off to the councillors office*
Adril Arano: Well then. If that’s settled. Everyone please return to your dwellings. Everything is alright.
Voryn: *sighs watching the crowd disburse before pulling on his helm once more*
Sen Dres: *walks past him slowly* Tsk Tsk. All this time and all you’ll ever be remembered for is all the death you caused. *waves his hand to him as he walks off towards the temple* oh well.
Voryn: I was hypnotised by the heart of a dead god. You walk as a proud slaver and son to a traitor.
Sen Dres: … *stops in his tracks gritting his teeth, knowing he can’t say what he wants to with nerevar so close by*
Voryn: At least I may take solace in the fact I can rest my head at night and be forgiven still. I was given another chance by the good daedra to redeem myself. How you can sleep at all knowing how many people despise you though… I’ll never know… *glares at him with all 3 eyes glowing red in the fading light of the sunset as dusk finally falls*
Sen Dres: *huffs and storms off to the temple*
Nerevar: *watches him leave before looking up at voryn* we need to make sure we get to him before he does…
Voryn: chances are he’ll be arriving here in a few days, or even tomorrow for all we know… we need to keep our guard up…
Nerevar: …do you… know why he’s been attending the temple so much?…
Voryn: something wretched is afoot…
*meanwhile*
Sen Dres: *storms into the temple* Galdrus! *hurries over to the priest* You were right! He is vivec after all!
Galdrus Hlervu: You see~ my sources are never wrong my lord~
Sen Dres: *sighs* I always knew there was something… Godly about him but I could never put my finger in it…
Galdrus Hlervu: yes, quite. But I have something you’ll be greatly interested in~ I had to steal this from Elder Othreloths study after he locked it away in there. But I’m sure it’ll be of more use to you, especially when it comes to, wooing our ‘god’ to lend us his powers~ *opens a box revealing the ash mask of vivec*
Sen Dres: *has no intention of helping the priest get Vivi or his powers, wanting instead to keep him all to himself and just using Galdrus, unaware he’s being used just as much* gods- *gasps softly and carefully picks it up* oh, it’s him, it’s my vivi…
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mrdraws · 4 years
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Kissy kiss
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mrdraws · 4 years
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do Maren and Miraak get married?
I actually downloaded a Miraak follower mod and it lets you put the amulet of Mara on her but iT DOESN’T ACTUALLY LET YOU MARRY HER SO WHATEVER I GUESS
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For realsies though? Probably not. It’s not something that either of them consider very important, and Miraak is NOT the sentimental type. She’d think sitting down and actually having a marriage ceremony is saccharine bullshit.
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mrdraws · 4 years
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Fanfic meme: "No, please, please don't!"
Miraak retracted her hand as Maren flinched away, covering the wound in her side with a cupped palm. Her face was wan and drawn, slick with sweat.
“I can do it myself,” she said tightly.
“You can’t do anything yourself right now,” Miraak scoffed. “Look at you. Cleaved down to the bone. You simply do not pay attention. Let me–”
“Save it,” Maren snapped, fumbling for her medicine bag. Miraak trapped her wrist in her hand, her eyes hard.
“Let me.”
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mrdraws · 4 years
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I had a few ideas on how Maren and Miraak end up teaming up, BUT I think this is the one I’m going to go with. Enjoy!
  Solstheim’s beach was utterly quiet. Snowflakes drifted in the early dawn like ash, crusting the mantle of Maren’s cloak and her hair and lashes with frost. 
 She hadn’t thought to make this journey again--at least as a willing, autonomous individual, and not a kicking and screaming hostage. The month she’d spent on the island had been grueling, devastating not only for her pride, but for her mental and physical well-being. She’d left Solstheim that first time a wreck, nursing injury on top of injury, so weak she could barely cling to the edge of the boat to empty the contents of her stomach.
 And now she was here. Again. Because duty demanded that she set aside everything--everything--in favor of her people.
 Fuck the people, she thought sourly, drawing her cloak around her. 
 And it was only going to get worse--because she wasn’t here for the island.
 She was here for the woman she’d left on it.
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 A Lurch lay tangled in its own entrails on the beach, its ink-black blood seeping down the sand and into the rolling tide. Cultists lay dotted all around it. 
 Someone’s been busy. 
 Maren crossed the beach to inspect the bodies. The Lurch had been cut hip to hip; its guts spilled out of its abdomen in a heap and tangled in its legs. Maren went over to one of the cultists and turned him over with her boot.
 Scorched.
 She was on the right track.
 She continued to poke around the bodies, and found a few droplets of blood about five feet away from them; and then more another ten feet. The tracks that matched them had been erased, but whoever had done the deed wasn’t thorough enough. Maren followed the scant trail up the beach and into the treeline. 
 She lost the trail several times, but a bit of poking around finally took her to a narrow fault in the side of a rocky hill, just big enough for someone to slip through sideways. She peered in, squinting against the darkness.
 ”FUS!”
 Air slammed into Maren’s back and knocked her flat against the cave wall. Before she could recover, a hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back, and she felt the kiss of a blade against her throat.
 “Hello, Dragonborn.”
 Miraak’s voice was low and sonorous in her ear. She didn’t bother with struggling--Miraak may have gotten the drop on her, but in doing so she’d ended up right where Maren wanted her.
 Miraak’s hand moved from Maren’s hair to jerk her hands behind her back and encircle her wrists, which, again, she didn’t struggle against. 
 “How good of you to join me,” she said. “I thought I was going to have to hunt you down myself--but here you are.” She tested her hold on Maren’s wrist with a harsh yank that sent pain shooting through her shoulder blades. “Pliant, too. What an occasion.”
 Maren grit her teeth.
 “You can stop fellating yourself. I didn’t come here to fight.”
 “Oh? Choice words from someone who has already lost.”
 Maren answered her by slamming the heel of her boot down on Miraak’s foot. She grunted, but that was all.
 “Funny,” Miraak growled. 
 “You think so? ‘Cause next part is going to be fucking hilarious.” Maren craned her neck to look over her shoulder at Miraak. “I want to cut a deal.”
 The silence was palpable. Then Miraak spun her around and pressed the tip of her sword to her neck.
 “Tell me,” Miraak said calmly. “Why should I help you? I seem to recall that you not only ruined my plans, but stole one of my dragons, slaughtered another, and left me to rot on this wretched waste of an island.”
 “I saved your life,” Maren reminded her.
 “And what a life that turned out to be.”
 Miraak’s voice was a low, bitter snarl--and why not? She looked like shit. Her robes were tattered and dirty, caked with blood and sand, and Maren was willing to bet she was still recovering from the wound Hermaeus Mora had left behind. 
 She pursed her lips.
 “You want something.”
 “Everyone wants something, elf. Say something intelligent.”
 If she didn’t think it’d get her trachea cut right out of her neck, Maren would’ve punched her in the throat.
 “I mean, you want something I can give you.”
 “And what would that be?” Miraak said darkly.
 “Freedom,” Maren said simply.
 “I have freedom.”
 Maren looked pointedly at the Lurch corpse that lay dismembered on the beach with cultists to match.
 “Hermaeus Mora doesn’t let go of what is his,” she said. “Even if he was going to discard you in the end. Your soul is still promised to him, and he’s going to collect.”
 “And?”
 “And I can fix that.” Taking a chance, she pushed away the point of Miraak’s sword with her finger and stepped closer. She barely came up to her collarbone. “I can trade my soul for yours.”
 Miraak lowered her sword. Slowly tilted her head.
 “Oh?” she said. Her tone had changed completely. “And what would possibly inspire you to make such a sacrifice? Even your altruism has its limits.”
 “You have no idea where my limits lie,” Maren said. She took a deep breath. “I need your help.”
 “Unsurprising.”
 “Dragons are running amok in Skyrim, burning everything they can reach. A new dragon cult has started to crop up in the further reaches and grows stronger with every passing day. I am outnumbered, Miraak. I can’t do this on my own, and I’m not going to let my country burn because I’m too prideful to ask for help.”
 Miraak’s mask offered no expression, no foothold with which to gauge her reaction. 
 “Let me see if I understand you correctly… you want me to traipse along after you across the petty, squabbling waste of a country Skyrim has become--a petty, squabbling waste that has forgotten me completely, as I am sure you are well aware--to clean up the mess your ineptitude has given way to?” 
 “In exchange for freeing your soul, yes,” Maren said. 
 Miraak chuckled. “I think not.”
 Maren’s stomach sank. If she were being truthful, she wasn’t exactly optimistic when she’d boarded the Northern Maiden, but actually being shot down was… 
 “Fine,” she said, turning away. “Just remember, Miraak. Eternity is a long time.”
 Miraak said nothing as she left.
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  She came to her during the night.
 Maren wasn’t at all surprised that Miraak had been able to find her camp so easily--she knew this island like the proverbial back of her hand, and their souls were, for better or worse, mirrors of each other.
 Maybe that was how Maren sensed her. She woke from the throes of half-sleep and felt her presence as a dark, physical thing in the little alcove she’d taken shelter in. She opened her eyes.
 “I will come, Dragonborn,” Miraak said quietly. “On the condition that you make the deal with Hermaeus Mora before I do.”
 Maren snorted and sat up.
 “I’m not a fool, Miraak. Don’t play me for one.”
 “I could say the same to you.”
 Maren scrutinized her.
 “We’ll make a blood pact,” she said at last. “I assume you’ve heard of one?” Miraak scoffed and knelt in front of her.
 “Don’t insult me. I have drunk from fonts of knowledge you could only dream of.”
 Maren rolled her eyes. She took off her glove and pressed the blade to her palm, grimacing as it pierced the skin. Droplets of blood beaded up under the blade, sparkling like jewels in the dim firelight. She beckoned for Miraak to extend her hand. Miraak held her hand out, palm up, and Maren made short work of it with the knife. 
 “Miraak, do you swear on--”
 “Words are unnecessary,” Miraak said, cutting across her. “We both know what we want.”
 “Very well.”
 The clasped their hands together, smearing the blood between their palms. The magic was subtle, but strong. Maren felt it sweep through her, a rolling wave through her bloodstream, as ancient and pulsing and inexorable as the sea. She felt Miraak’s blood in hers, hers in Miraak’s, mixing together, becoming one, single thing, binding them to each other. For a moment she thought she could feel the shape of Miraak’s soul, feel its edges, its power, and she reached out with her senses, searching--
 And then it was over. 
 Miraak pulled away; Maren dug through her medicine bag for a short length of gauze to tie around her hand.
 When she looked up, Miraak was gone.
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mrdraws · 4 years
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Does fem!miraak have lesbian biceps to seduce and murder with?
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What, you think Maren likes her for her personality?
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mrdraws · 4 years
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how does Hermaeus Mora fit into the picture, considering Maren is dating Miraak and all.
(DATING IS A FUNNY WORD FOR THEM AHAHA)
Hermaeus Mora is… not happy about Miraak AND her replacement escaping. I headcanon that once someone reads his black books and spends enough time in Apocrypha he can exert some influence over them in the form of dreams/nightmares, visions, auditory hallucinations, etc, and as such he still has a bit of a foothold in both Maren and Miraak’s minds (ESPECIALLY Miraak’s). He uses this to try to influence Maren into returning to him. He couldn’t give less of a shit about Miraak coming home, however, and regularly sends assassins in one form or another to try to take her out.
NO ONE crosses Hermaeus Mora, bruh.
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mrdraws · 4 years
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Playing with a DA au for my Skyrim girl Maren!
She’s a Circle mage in Ferelden who caught a Templar doing something Questionable and escaped after being slated to be made tranquil. She fled to the Frostback mountains and was taken in by an augur (Miraak) and taught the Avvar way of life.
I also hc she takes in Anders for a bit while he’s on the run after DA2, and because Avvar magic is centralized around spirits and the occasional possession, she and Miraak are more accepting of the whole Justice thing.
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mrdraws · 4 years
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Some stuff about Maren:
She is a sharp, sardonic sort, with a quick wit and a quicker tongue–which belies her altruism and her strong desire to do good and help the people of Skyrim. She’s a strange mix of someone who often sees the worst in people and someone who believes that everyone has the power to do good and be greater than themselves.
She’s an experienced apothecary/healer and finds that these skills are more in demand than her (dubious) battle prowess and status as Dragonborn ever could be. She gets a lot of her stock from and often collaborates with Arcadia in Whiterun.
She romances fem!Miraak cuz... I am nothing if not predictable.
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