Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 1

Note : For the attention of Magister Phaegol
The Reiver’s phalanges are dipping into Fingerbowl’s Cave.

Meara’s Diary : 20th First Seed

Hey Gal gave us the orders this morning. At first light we moved south towards somewhere called Fingerbowl Cave. It should have been simple enough, the early scouts Hey Gal said, indicated that there might be some skeletons and ghosts, simple to handle really. It was good to be moving out in my light chainmail, glass shield, with my ancestral Katana on my hip and staff of lightning on my back. That was the best part of the day even though there was a light rain. We were with four other hands; The StrongArms, FlytingStaves, Talos' Terrors - nicknamed the TT's because they were all girls and finally the Lightning Strikes. Shaker grumbled the whole way about having to share the fighting with other hands until Hey Gal finally had enough and bounced a silence spell on him. Shaker seethed under his studded leather armour, his Thalmor gloves clenching and boots stamping. His armour and boots were all dyed a dark green making him look like some malicious quivering tree. We all laughed until, in mock anger, he pulled out his Orsimer Warhammer. Tally just wore a deep purple Robe of Shielding, which complemented her Dunmer skin. When she stood next to Shaker she looked like some bizarre shadow of him, but with a staff of firebolts and a short sword. Hey Boy & Hey Gal both had a steely look to them; Hey Boy in full heavy Carved Nord armour but he moved more easily in it than some of the mages who had no armour. Hey Gal had light Mithril armour enchanted to muffle all movement, she could move as silently as a snake and her strike was twice as deadly with her epic Elven bow of shocks. Wearing the Reivers tabard I really felt like a part of the hand, maybe a little finger.

That was the best part of the day. By afternoon we arrived at the cave, creeping from gully to gully, through the ferns. That was when it all went wrong. A group of Bosmer hit us from the left with a volley of arrows. Some quick healing and it was into the fray to realise there were many more Bosmer ahead and to the right of us. They had control of Mountain Lions, Wolves and Timber Wolves which launched themselves at us from all sides. Our diligent hand training, that I whined about when we were roped together for group combat, meant in practice we kept a fluid movement to absorb the attacks, isolate attackers and re-group to take them out one at a time. Always moving together, a single organism, supporting and healing each other we kept our shape but had to evade rather than battle. I was happy with the shield and staff work in my left hand, my ancestral Katana slicing in an arc taking wolves, lions and Bosmer apart. With my staff casting lightning to distract their archers we came into a glade, the animals were mostly dead by now. Then arrows started to rain down. I felt myself grabbed around the waist and lifted behind a tree, there was the thud of shafts in the bole and ground where I'd been,
"Time to get out of here" I heard Shaker's gruff Orsimer voice softly in my ear, "'member the drill. Us heavies'll lead, move with Tally to cover and sweep."
Tally flicked a finger and I moved behind and to her left. Conjured a Flame Atronach and charged my staff before we hit them, Shaker and Hey Boy swinging their big weapons in the middle, me and Tally providing shock and flare with the live wraith that was Hey Gal floating around leaving a trail of twitching corpses in the brush. It was neat and I only had to bolt down a few healing and magicka potions before the last of the Bosmer were down. We'd lost track of the other hands until we broke out of the glade. We came out of the glade to the north west of the cave entrance and realised how many of the Aldmeri forces there were. The TT's, Flyting Staves and Lighting Strikes had formed a wild, spinning circle of metal and magicka striking out with flailing fury at the elves that almost surrounded them. No one was still for a second, evading and executing attacks at the same time ahead it seemed like a similarly whirling barrage of stones were hurling themselves at the people of the hands. During the moment we caught our breath the Thalmor conjured Storm Atronach's fell to become a still, randomly generated rock garden so the Hands took a breather before the next assault. The Staves spotted us and signalled for us to join them at the same time that Hey Gal spotted the StrongArms who'd become isolated, like we'd been earlier. With a nod of her head we East headed towards them.

The StrongArms hadn’t fared as well as us, and two of them were isolated and taken out by a combination of Bosmer archers and Atronachs summoned by the Thalmor. Some of the Wood Elves had moved in to loot their bodies already. Spotting the other three of them in trouble we fought back in, Tally launching Firebolt after Firebolt at the Bosmer, I proudly matched her strike for strike. Dodging the darts, launching lightning and then looking for Tally, the few minutes felt like an age of conflict and all I could do was focus on not dying. Hey Gal must have smoothly disappeared whilst Shaker and Hey Boy lifted their heavy bows on the Thalmors moving in to wipe the StrongArms out. Our fire'n'shock strategy drew the Thalmor towards us. They sent their Atronachs in, it didn't look good until Hey Gal stabbed their masters from behind. With the Thalmor dead the Bosmer lost heart (or was that the fear from Hey Gal) and retreated. I ran in and laid hands on a good looking Nord lad with an Ice Helm, he was crouched down a bit stunned. He smiled and held out his arm, his firm calloused hand gripped mine as I pulled him up. Hopefully I gave him my quirky smile
"I'm Saffsir, thanks" his returned smile warmed me. I told myself to stop silly lusting and concentrate on the battle.
After that we organised a retreat. Saffsir with his Redguard Strong-Arms working equally to defend and block. The enemy didn't seem keen to chase as soons as we left the gully leading towards the Cave. Re-grouping with other hands to the North of the Heartlands, Saffsir and Hey-Gal sidled off with the Hand leaders from the Staves, TT's and Strikes to talk. I liked the look of Saffsir but, as to the rules, I stuck with our hand for the walk back to base (although when I look at him I start thinking to Malacath with the bloomin’ rules). A retreat also meant no looted bodies which meant we were a glum group trudging into the food hall tonight.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 2

Cyrodiil region Tamriel, 4E 175. First Seed

Meara’s Diary : 21st First Seed

Back to training today. The WhiteFire was locked away with the hand leaders most of the day. After the morning's battle training Tally pointed out the other members of WhiteHeat; The Whitefire's hand. First we spotted 'Juicy' a Dunmer like Tally but her exact emotional opposite. She’s an outgoing flirt, always stunningly dressed in black leather armour usually with flame red trimmings and accessories, the rumour was that she was a renowned assassin. Out in the training cave we spotted 'Danvil' an imperial mage who had, Tally told me, a wicked temper (Darkstride’s all right really, he knew my Da but I can’t let on to my hand as it’s the rules not to reveal your guarantor). He was training with the Nords 'BB' and 'Bolgar', BB had a huge Battleaxe whilst Bolgar favoured the Greatsword both wore scaled armour and had those Nordic horned helmets. The two Nords were double teaming Danvil and getting through his shield spell, Danvil's temper then showed itself when Bolgar rapped his bottom with the flat part of his blade. Danvil obviously thought he was superior to the 2 Nords and when they kept getting through he was going to teach them a lesson. His hand came up to cast some huge destruction spell
"Danvil don't you dare!" The WhiteFire appeared and demonstrated her battle voice.
Everything stopped, Danvil lowered his hands glaring. Then the mood passed and he laughed
"Sorry boys, you almost got me there..."
BB & Bolger looked at each other, let a deep breath out and BB winked at Danvil
"Alright old man you would've had us if we weren't training."
So even for the WhiteHeat's sometimes training can get out hand! I felt better about getting aerated the other day with Shaker during training.
For dinner we finally got our hands on that Nord Mead brought in a couple of days earlier, it was a great dinner. I think Rosso, one of the Strong-Arms we rescued, made it; as the Strong-Arms were now not a full hand they were relegated to camp duties for a week or two until they could train up the new members. There always seemed to be a few spare recruits waiting for a hand. The Aldmeri Dominion certainly has it’s enemies. I am so glad Darkstride spoke to the Whitefire and I am now one of the Reivers. I think I'm truly a member of the Fiddlers now.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 3

Meara's Diary : 23rd First Seed

I am truly a Fiddler now. It was such a surprise the initiation, a drum lesson, just the Hand in our quarters and who knew they all played lutes! The music of the four of them playing was truly wonderful. We sang Ragnar the Red, The Oblivion Gates and Grandfather Frost. Hey Boy taught me two basic drum rolls and how to keep the beat, so that I can play along. They all like my singing voice too. It's our Hand secret.

Note : FAO Magister Phaegol
Forty fingers crawl towards Fort Caractacus.

Meara’s Diary : 27th First Seed

I think I've sat here crying for an hour now, I can't believe it. What in Sheogorath happened? On the 25th we headed out south west almost towards Kvatch, then looped round to the south. We moved with the TT's and the WhiteHeat's. The TT's were singing again and I thought the other night was a rarity - they invited me to join in but Tally winked and whispered that it wasn't my voice they were interested in and they weren't vampires so it wasn't my blood either! They wore matching looted Elven Armour with white Samite cloth underneath, matching sword and shields too so they stood out from the other hands who were a raggle-taggle of mixed armour, weaponry and styles. Tally said to ignore any rumours they were vampires; these usually came from men from the other hands who'd been spurned and couldn't believe the TT's were rivals for a girls affection rather than the objects for their desire.

The WhiteHeat were amazing, barely visible, moving across the land like Will -O-Wisps but fast as well. Their style didn't match but the quality of their gear did. All clean and enchanted, they almost glowed with wealth and health. It made them stand out, according to Shaker, The Whitefire said there's no point in leading if no one knows you're leading and that she led from the front. He'd seen her during the retreat from the Imperial City and started waxing lyrical, or the Orsimer version of it, about her battle prowess. Orsimer lyrics seemed to concentrate on blood, bits of gore and maybe the poetry didn't translate well into Imperial. The Whitefire was certainly an inspiration in how she moved though.

As we headed South the White Gold Tower became visible, not quite as White and Gold as when I first saw it, taken there by my parents when I was just a little'un. Mage blackened from war and with rumours of Daedric deeds occurring in the upper levels, it seemed to have lost much of it's lofty awe-inspiring beauty. It could just be that it was how I felt now the Aldmeri were there. It used to just glow at night with an eldritch power, or was that my childish imagination? Now it was dully grey as we neared our destination; some old Fort in the Heartlands. It's funny having a series of armies tramp over the countryside has certainly made travelling at night safer - all those hunting predators, like bandits, thieves and wolves, had either been killed or cleared. During the march we came across a solitary Imp and it was similar for the TT's and WhiteHeat. In hindsight it was almost too quiet, not even any Aldmeri troops.

We'd just passed Aleswell and were anticipating meeting the other 5 Hands, The Whitefire said three had circled the opposite direct to us, via the South East, and the other two moved directly forward. The High Helms and Shor'd Up were waiting for us, the twin moons Masser & Secunda were starting to set and dawn was nearby. We waited for an hour for the others to arrive then one of the High Helms, a Khajiit, spotted them south of us, downhill and deep in the gully, closer to the Fort. The WhiteFire arm pumped the signal to move out and we sneaked south too. Forty fighters in eight hands! We expected to take the Fort as a bridgehead towards re-taking the City. I assume the aim was to take it and then reinforce as thorn in the Thalmor's side. Who knows! I'm just here to fight and earn a reputation. I often wonder as I hold the hilt of my Katana whether it really did belong to the Hero of Kvatch like Gramma told in her stories.

A shuddering noise tore the air as we neared the other three hands. A blood red shimmering door with a gold light edging the entrance rent the air and a horde of Dramora their horns and daedra eyes blazing, their black and gold armour glowing with the light of Oblivion. Caitiffs with their superiors, Kynreeves and Markynaz, came through the door bringing with them Scamps and Flame Atronach's. The three Hands ahead of us fought well but were over-whelmed fighting bravely to the death. I heard Hey Gal mutter to Hey Boy
"Dark Thalmor Wizardry, it seems they've got into bed with Morag Bal. I wonder what they traded for this..."
before the first Chain Lightning fired out from the Fort. After that The WhiteFire herself brayed out the call to rout. The worst of the calls it was 'Every Hand for itself. See you back at base.' We all looked at Hey Gal whose hands signalled East, fighting wedge. Hey Boy and Shaker went to the south side, blocking and fighting a rear guard with a bunch of Dremora whilst Tally and I started clearing the way East. Hey Gal as ever, seemed to disappear, appearing behind a huge Markynaz who was attacking Shaker. She took his head off.

Tally and I meanwhilst engaged three Kynreaves at first. I called upon Dragon Skin and went for them with the Katana, parry, strike, step forward, strike, strike, parry... one down. Tally kept her distance and cast Ice Storm, I jumped back to avoid the blast and then rushed back in slicing the other two weakened Kynreaves quickly before we moved onto the next group of Dremora blocking our way. Hey Boy and Shaker to our right, Hey Gal covering our left and ensuring no one got in behind us. It was minutes of fighting to break through and into clear wood before we ran almost straight into some Bosmer. The Bosmer surrounded WhiteHeat. We hit them en-masse, they didn't expect us. I fired lightning, grabbed my blade and went in bashing one with my shield before spitting him/her. I think I might've helped The Whitefire, I'm not sure, these battles are different to adventuring as they are so chaotic, all I'm trying to do is hit the enemy and not hit my friends. I am pretty sure I did save her though.

Anyway we carved them quickly and carried on running, trying to turning North and head back to base. It was a running battle with Dremora popping up until Hey Gal called a halt in a gully.
"We've got some Thalmor Wizard chasing us, we can't lead him to the base so we have to make a stand. Beni you're injured near that Hunter's hut, Hey Boy you and Tally are tending her. Shaker you're to wait by the entrance and signal when that Wizard's in. I'll be near you."
It was not a great, cunning plan. Just simple and effective, relying on Thalmor arrogance. Gratifyingly the Thalmor came straight in; a Wizard with a couple of warriors, not even sneaking just marching in. Shaker called the attack "Arr-Arr, Arr-Arr" in our high Hawk-call. He went straight for the Wizard not giving him a chance to summon more Dremora. Tally, Hey-Boy and I fired magical bolts & arrows at the other two, as did Hey Gal. They fired back some but two against four left them with no chance. We looted their bodies and turned North.
Note to self, chin up my gal stop those tears what would Da say ‘get practical’! I'm going to have to replenish my potion stocks with the money from the loot.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 4

Meara’s Diary : 28th First Seed

Slept most of yesterday after getting back. Today was a rest day, all of us pretty quiet. Tally, myself and Hey Gal sat and chatted about inconsequential things, trying to avoid the subject of the battle. Hey Gal said the Reivers had had the upper hand a few weeks ago which is why we started moving down into the Heartlands. Tally started wondering about a spy, perhaps it's her Dunmer nature. I started worrying that it's something to do with my arrival. I know I'm not a spy but what if I'd brought something by accident. Tally comforted me and came over to check all the stuff in my chest. She couldn't find any sort of scrying or spying magic amongst my clothes, necklaces, bracelets and rings.

I wore my (only) dress, the nice soft shoes and my best sapphire silver necklace. All just for dinner, knowing that Saffsir will be watching. It was nice to dress and feel like a girl again. Tally made me blush teasing that if Saffsir didn't want me the TT's would.

At least I managed to trade some of the gold and armour for healing and magicka potions. Stamina potions are quite easy to make, Gramma taught me but the ingredients for the other potions are harder to find. At least it kept me busy and not thinking about flamin' Fort Caractacus. Time to take the dress off now and back into my breeks and undershirt. Lay my armour out and sharpen my blades. Fortunately the Support Hand Wizard, Grimble, re-charges magic items for free.

Meara’s Diary : 29th First Seed

Some happiness at least today. It was The Whitefire who I helped out, she came and thanked me today. She said my slaying helped the WhiteHeat get away. In front of Shaker and Hey Boy too. They gave me a hard time in training now I'm the 'Whitefire kindling' but I kept my own. I must be getting stronger to parry their blocks!

Meara's Diary : 30th First Seed

Boethiah's buttocks, bugger, bugger bugger... the other hands have thought like Tally. There's a traitor in our midst. Then like hammers they've sliced to the source; the new girl. Shor's stones why me? I got a real cold shoulder in the training yard from them. I almost cried when Saffie did too but I kept the sobs in and trained harder. Hey Gal and the rest of the hand believe in me, or at least they said so.

Meara's Diary : 1st Rain's Hand

Things have been getting worse, the mutterings, black looks and spitting but at least I'm accepted as a Fiddler... otherwise Shaker and the rest of the hand wouldn't have squared up to the rest. Hey Gal used her battle shout on one of the TT's in her anger. It got so bad that The WhiteFire herself came down, she said the diplomatic words "there's no proof of a traitor. Just because Beni's new don't blame her.". Damning with faint praise, almost. Maybe it's me but I got the feeling she did believe it, after all I did save her
p.s Shor's bones The WhiteFire does believe in me, yippee. She came to our cave after dinner gave a pep talk, all the Fiddlers are one of my best hands...Beni saved me...yadayada then took Hey Gal aside. After she left Hey Gal barred the door and told us we were on lock down until tomorrow night.

Note : FAO Magister Phaegol
Muddy prints on the Kvatch Road.

Meara's Diary : 3rd Rain's Hand

What have The WhiteFire and Hey Gal been cooking up? Weird night after night and day locked down in our cavern. After dinner Hey Gal told us to get ready for a mission, then she gave us invisibility potions and we had to sneak out of the Reivers base. She had a hard face when we got out, it matched the hard pace she set westwards, any questions were met with a hard glare. The we moved south coming to the typical rolling country of the heartlands. It was then Hey Gal gave us our orders. We were to take some place called Beast's Maul. If the Aldmeri were not there we were to clear the place and wait for the regular Legion troops to occupy it. If they were then we were to head north and warn the Legion. We crept through the underbrush to the cave entrance, a normal wooden doorway and underground. The usual fungi and mosses hanging from the stalactites. Tally pointed out various large Minotaur's. We split into two's, Shaker and me moved to the left, Tally and Hey Boy to the right waiting for Hey Gal's signal. Hey Gal fired flaming arrow and we took them...easy. Nervously we checked the other caves, more Minotaur's some Spiders, an Imp and a Sprite. All easy as we hit each one hard and with numbers. A few shocks from my staff and then Shaker would step in to finish the beast off. Even so after the last couple of battles we felt twitchy and kept watch at the entrances. It was a long night waiting until we heard the Legion 'creeping' up on us. Hey Gal became all military formal, saluting and saying 'sir' when she handed over to the Legate. With that we headed back to base. An uneventful march, war does clear the bandits and wolves from a land.

Hey Boy made fun of his Sis' the whole way back about the sir thing. We were all happy, easy loot and I didn't use a single potion.

The base was conspicuously empty when we got back, even the support Hands were gone. Hey Gal said it was all part of the plan, very strange. Tally and I, as usual, had nattered and came to the conclusion that we'd proved I'm not the traitor. We didn't dwell on what the Legion might have done had the Dominion turned up... I don't think it would have been nice for me. Then we got to wondering why we were alone and couldn't work out why and Hey Gal has a vicious tongue when annoyed.

Meara's Diary : 4th Rain's Hand

We think we’re going to go crazy, we’ve been locked in again all day and there are only so many songs you can learn to play with all of us. We’ve practiced until our fingers bled, then played knucklebones but that led to arguments and Hey Gal had to give her brother a slap. We trained too, magic, archery and swords until we were dog tired and wolfed our food down.
Then we heard sounds towards the end of the day. Another Hand had come in, from their Imperial armour and winged helmets it looked like the G Wings.

Meara's Diary : 5th Rain's Hand

We awoke to find that another Hand had come in overnight. Hey Gal got us up at dawn and we wandered into the great cavern where we saw them, dead on their feet by the looks of it, the StrongArms had arrived. We came in from one doorway and the G Wings another doorway. Between us we were ordered to guard all 5 doorways, in pairs. All of us were looking nervously around, the tension was high and all coming from the look on Kudri’s face…

She started off quietly with an apology, she was sorry we’d been sent out without knowing what the mission was or where we were going. Then she looked around us all, staring with her deep blue eyes into our souls. Backing up the tone of her words before motioning to the Hand Leaders; Hey Gal, G and Saffsir moved to step behind the WhiteHeats who had formed up behind Kudri. I’d never seen blue eyes turn red before, well only in a Dunmer witch, not in a Nord. Her voice crackled with anger and hurt “We have a traitor in our midst and you unfortunate Hands have been pawns in my game. Four Hands left, only three have returned and only one person betrayed them!” She turned swiftly and pointed at “BB”, “Grab him!”
Hey Gal and G were ahead of her words, this was a planned move, Saffsir had a sword in his back. “Later we will give due honour to our dead Thunder, Quinty, CoolHand, Skinny and Curly of the FlytingStaves who have died at the hands of our enemies. Only one person, besides me and Thunder knew where they were going. The same for each of you, I only ‘accidentally’ left one of my hand able to find out where each of you were heading. Danvil” Kudri faced him “you had the opportunity to see where the Fiddlers were going, Bolger you and Juicy had the chance for the G’Wings and StrongArms. That you three Hands took your targets uneventfully, StrongArms bumping into that patrol was just bad luck, meant you’d not been betrayed.”

The anger faded and sorrow took her face, the rest of the room had stone, stern faces except for BB whose head was shaking in the resignation and desperation of a man who knows his head is about to leave his body. “We all know the rules of the Reivers…” Kudri let the thought hang in the air like Damocles Sword “but I need to know how and why BB. Will you tell us?” BB looked up, the struggle in his mind showing in his face.

  • ”What’s the point? My family will die now, as will I.”
  • “It doesn’t have to be that way, if the power those bastard Aldmeri’s have is over your family.”
  • “You don’t know Phaegol, he’s got them hidden away deep in Oblivion and the only entrance is deep in Aldmeri occupied Cyrodiil. He’s also one of the most ruthless, cunning and ambitious Thalmor.”
  • “If he’s so ruthless why have I not heard of him?”
  • ”You will do once he has become Naarifin’s right hand and he’s close, with just one more task to do.”
  • ”Which is?”
  • ”Your destruction.”
  • ”That isn’t going to happen. As I see it you only have one chance to save your family and that is to work with us. All the other options leave you dead and them to die unmercifully at the hands of that evil Aldmeri. We can all work to help them, if you will help us. Once we have them, the aim is to kill this Phaegol. Then you will be able to leave for exile in Solstheim with your family.
  • BB looked sullen and kept silent.
  • ”This is a one time offer, you will have from now until sunset tomorrow to decide.” She nodded at her Hand leaders “take him to the cells. The rest of you make preparations for an endgame with this Phaegol. We cannot let him think he will get away with turning one of our Hand members.”
What a turn around! The rest of the Reivers came and apologised to me. We then ate and went to prepare potions, armour and food. The sound of weapons sharpening ran through the halls.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 5

Magister Phaegol returned to his library in the old Arcane University buildings that mimicked in mini scale the White Tower of the Imperial City. As his Dominated servant entered he glowingly thought back to the long tortuous days the previous occupant, a high ranking officer in the Penitus Oculatus, had enjoyed under his personal ministrations. He had gained much information over those pleasurable days with the Redguard Mage, feeding parts of him as treats to his Bosmer captains. Finally he had Dominated the ruined mage to become his servant. Phaegol continued to smirk as the blind, mute and crippled ex-occupant of the building brought in a tray of fresh fruit & nut sweet treats. It was his midday meal and he picked delicately until a screeching call interrupted him, in the window was a hawk with a letter,
"My most esteemed and honoured Magister..."
A typically obsequious Bosmer start muttered Phaegol
"We regret to inform you that we have not captured the Whitefire. In the battle too many of the Reivers appeared and we took severe casualties, particularly amongst the Justiciars. The Reivers took casualties too, I'm sorry to say that we couldn't keep any alive for you.
Your servant, Vivheim"
Phaegol tossed the note into the table by the fireplace and called for Justiciar Salwehr
"Salwehr, it seems we must travel to the Doomstone and summon Ruma for her rumours."
"As you will Magister, must we summon that Camoran fool again?"
"Indeed we must. The Whitefire is not caught and if we wish to stop leading these Bosmer boltheads we need to impress the General."
"And we keep the prisoners in our false paradise?"
"Agreed, is it not amusing that a copy of the Mysterium Xarxes can only create a false Arcadia. If only that fool of a BattleBorn knew that his family live in my fools paradise."
Phaegol glanced up at the bookshelf holding his copy in reassurance. He enjoyed living in his residence at the ex-Arcane University and had been pleased to discover there was a copy of the Mysterium Xarxes locked away whilst torturing his new servant. It seemed just that he should gain the last known copy of his great Uncle Mankar Camoran's possession.

Dusk was falling and the mist was rising from Lake Rumare at the Tower Doomstone as the Magister, Justiciar and their Thalmor guards arrived. Phaegol's body moved with grace and certainty as he completed the Summoning of his dead relation, her shimmering wraithlike form converged out of the mist
"Cousin Ruma I would converse with you."
"Why do you bring me from the Oblivion halls of my master Mehrunes?" came the far away, but still hard voice
"I wish to use your foresight with which to further the cause of our mutual master."
"There are Aedric forces that hide much of the future and the Whitefire herself from us but I can tell you this. You will meet her in your Ass's Arcadia some days hence where you will also meet a descendent of the Hero of Kvatch who brought ruin to my father, your Uncle."
"How many days?"
"Three at the earliest, although it may be longer."
"So I should just go and wait for them?" there was a hysterical edge to Phaegol's voice, "I cannot do that! The General will flay me."
"That is your Tamriel problem, not mine. Mehrunes I come...." the voice faded as the mist drifted, merging to scrub her outline from the air.
Phaegol turned and strode away.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 6

Meara's Diary : 7th Rain's Hand

Yesterday was another day of preparation, our Hand’s kit was oiled, hammered and darned. All blades were razor sharp and we’d been practicing our battle tactics. Hey Gal then called us together before sunset to say that BB was talking. Once Meara and the other Hand Leaders had a plan she’d let us know... and by Talos did she. I’d better check the lock in this diary…
BB’s wife and daughter have been kidnapped by this Thalmor leader, called Phaegol, from Whiterun in Skyrim. It was these he used to turn BB, how he discovered BB’s identity and the location of his family is worrying for some. Apparently The Whitefire is raging, she must have family somewhere. I suppose Hey Gal and Boy have each other, they never mention their parents though. I miss my parents, this just fuels my anger at those bastinado Thalmor. So we’ve used some of the support mages and we know that our three Hands have to search for a particular book, Magic From the Sky. We’re to cover the East and Cheydinhal in particular. We have three days before we must report back to The Whitefire and we leave tomorrow.

Meara's Diary : 9th Rain's Hand

We have been busy, but it’s good to have an adventure again… ran the horses ragged getting to Cheydinhal. We started asking at the bookshop in Cheydinhal, then the Inns and finally the old Mages Guild. There was an old Mage living there, who used to be in the Mages Guild, and she remembered that old Andel Indarys had a copy and suggested we check his private lodge, Riverview. Fat chance we had of getting in there, well without either thieving or murdering our way in. The Dunmer cook looked like an old adventurer who could handle himself as did the housekeeper. They were so rude, with their “I don’t care if you were General Jonna himself! Not without written consent of the Count of Cheydinhal would I let a group of men like you in. Now get off with you.” I’d almost think they were supporters of the Thalmor. Back at the Inn we heard that the Count of Cheydinhal was south at the Silverfish river.

We swapped the horses for fresh ones and charged south to get some letters of authority from Farwil Indarys, the Count of Cheydinhal. We arrived just in time, the Knights of the Thorn were surrounded but we dismounted and came in sneaking all the way. Then we hit them hard from the flank. Tally and I surprised them with magics and Hey Boy with Shaker fired their bows quickly changing to hammer in with their two handers. The shock broke the Aldmeri forces and they ran into the Silverfish River, someone worked some magic to raise the waters and fill it with a shoal of Slaughterfish. It was the Redmer river by the time those fish had lived up to their name. Indarys came over to thank us but clammed up when Hey Gal asked about his father. For a moment we thought it was back to the thieve or murder option to get that book. Then Farwil looked hard at me, I got a bit uncomfortable as he walked over. He asked for my staff, politely I must say and then exclaimed in joy and babbled something about where did I get it from? When I explained it was my great, great, great etc… grandparent’s he suddenly gave me the greatest hug. I was concerned wondering if Sheogorath had taken him but he explained that my ancestor was the hero of Kvatch and had saved him during the Oblivion crisis! That made it easy, he wrote the necessary letters of authority, stamped his signet ring on the wax and handed them to Hey Gal. That means that if my staff is from my ancestor then my sword must be too! I am heartened by the news that my ancestor was the hero of Kvatch, maybe it runs in the blood? Then again my blood also has that of my Necromancer ancestor Lorgren.

Us Fiddlers charged back up the road to Cheydinhal. It must have caused some funny looks from the locals in Cheydinhal. With the sealed letter the Riverview staff ungraciously let us in. We methodically searched the Lodge, at the back of a shelf in a dusty back room we found ‘Magic from the Sky’ and read it. It was all about various Ayleid ruins and magic, but in the notes were various Great Welkynd Stone locations :Varsa Baalim - in Sundercliff Watch in Thalmor territory (known to be located & destroyed) , Garlas Malatar - near Anvil east on the border with Hammerfell in Thalmor territory, Vanua - south of the White City in Thalmor territory, Lost Abargalas - deep inside Sideways Cave & Kemen - an Ayleid Ruin in the Valus Mountains North East of Cheydinhal. Tally carefully cast a powerful Clairvoyance spell, it seemed to point North East. So Kemen it is. With 36 hours left before we must be back at base.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 7

Note : FAO Magister Phaegol
We are hunting Great stones called Garlas, Sideways and Kemen.

Captain Vivheim read the note with a crease furrowing his brow, he released the fox that had carried the note from the traitor. What were the Great Stones called Garlas, Sideways and Kemen? He quickly scrawled an addenda to the note and wrapped it up again. He looked at his Bosmer warriors and picked one..
“You there, Falaril, take this note to Magister Phaegol in his tower at the White City immediately.”

Falaril returned several hours later, exhausted from his there and back journey. “Captain, Phaegol is suspicious of this traitor but has ordered you to split our Peditum into three groups. Falaril you will take one third to Garlas Malatar near Anvil, Eleroi will take another third to Sideways Cave just north of the White City and I will take the remaining third into enemy territory at Kemen near Cheydinhal. I can show you on our maps where to go. We are to occupy these places and ambush any Hands that arrive there. If any of the Reivers survive then Phaegol himself will torture us, all of us! Do you understand?” Falaril and Eleroi understood more than well enough the joy their Magister took in dealing with failure.

The journey to Kemen had taken all of their Bosmer stealth to move past the Imperial troops without being noticed, they had climbed up into the Valus mountains and come across the entrance to this Ayleid ruin. He had thirty keen Bosmer light troops ready to lay in wait for those cursed Bruma Reivers. It was time to plan the ambush.

Meara's Diary : 10th Rain's Hand

This is to honour my Mage-sister Tully, my first Dunmer friend whose ruby eyes and faithful support has been my guide through these weeks in the Reivers. I hope she knows that she has been and will be avenged. That cursed Bosmer captain took my Katana through his guts before I chopped his head off. It seems that my esteemed Heroic ancestor gave me a little more with my Katana than I thought. That bastinado Bosmer may have let it slip as he was dying with my sword in his belly…
“You may have a Great Welkynd stone but you’ll not get into Oblivion for a Sigil stone!”
He was laughing until he looked at the pommel of my sword and then went “Oh no a Sigil…” but that was as the blade severed through his neck. I was raging, with Tully dead in the corner of that second level from a series of arrows, shock blasts and his poisoned sword.

We took the Great Welkynd stone and left the top floor, past the bodies of Bosmer caught in the blade and gas traps. It was good their bodies showed where the traps were, we took little damage with only a bit of coughing from one of the gas traps. The two blade traps we avoided. On the first level, there were holes where there had been some Welkynd stones. On the second level was where those Bosmer infantry hit with numbers but we were well organised, the heavy guys out front holding them back whilst us other three hit them with ranged attacks. Shaker and Hey Boy aimed to block and stagger them back so Tully, Hey Gal and I could hit them with magic and arrows. They were down to low numbers until that cursed Captain came in from a secret door to the side and cut poor Tully down. We easily took the three soldiers but that Captain was a tricky one, he fled downstairs. I grabbed Shaker and we ran, me ahead of that lumbering Orsimer. I caught and cut that Captain as he fled through the door, on the entrance steps I sliced his stomach and we had our little conversation. Shaker just caught up as his bonce went bouncing down the stairs. Ha, I spat on him too, I know Mama had always said respect your enemies but not today Mama, not for Tully. The Orsimer understood, Shaker growled his approval.

Meara's Diary : 10th Rain's Hand

I went to Talos’ Shrine and swore my oath ‘Talos Oath-enforcer, I swear on your shrine, that cursed Phaegol will know our vengeance and by the sword of the Hero of Kvatch he will die for Tully’s death.’

The Whitefire was pleased with our result; to have the keys to this magical Arcadia is a big step forward. Unfortunately it means I need to remove the Sigil stone from my sword at some stage. It will remove the enchantment but The Whitefire promised that Danvil will add a replacement enchantment to it. Another dangerous mission early tomorrow. We need to find where the entrance is to this Arcadia. Hey Gal persuaded The Whitefire to let us Fiddlers do it, we have to break into the White City and find this Phaegol’s office. It sounds very scary but if I get a chance for Vengeance I’ll take it.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 8

Meara's Diary : 12th Rain's Hand

It's rough writing with a bandaged hand, healing potions and spells only work so well and some injuries take time to heal. My heart will take time to heal, first Tully and now... let me write this properly.
We got back from Cheydinhal and The Whitefire ordered that my Katana have the Sigil stone removed. It's a shame to lose it, particularly as the Hero of Kvatch my ancestor retrieved it. My reward was to have the Hand's Master Smiths and Enchanters spend a day on that old Katana. The blade now seems keener, it slices the air almost whistling as it cuts, whilst the Disintegrate enchantment has been removed the Enchanter says it will now absorb health on striking an opponent. That seems good to me, I get stronger as my enemies get weaker. I've proved that overnight.

We needed to find where BB's family are hidden, there was only one way and that was to find where this Phaegol keeps his notes. The Whitefire had details from one of the Imperial informants that Phaegol's office is in the old Arcane University buildings. We started at dusk and moved out, towards the Imperial City silently submerging ourselves into Lake Rumare and swimming under water to reach the edge of the buildings. It was then that Hey Gal displayed some very fancy acrobatic skill to get to the top of the wall. She dropped a rope to help us get there, we had potions of muffle and invisibility to get us in, we then hid in a pattern around the walls, it was good each person was covered by two others, then we waited. We silently observed the comings and goings and finally identified Phaegol as he left the University. A typically haughty looking Altmer but with a crueller brow than most and an unusual red-brown colour to his hair. He looks fastidious, his hair was glossy as were his Thalmor mage clothes which were shinier than spotless. Not like us dirty Fiddlers, particularly after swimming Lake Rumare, I think we smelt a bit of the Slaughterfish we'd killed as well. Hopefully anyone picking up our smell would just think we were a bad wind from the Waterfront. A pity we had to disintegrate those fish to stop anyone seeing their bodies, Slaughterfish steak with a good Alto Wine mmmmmm.

We headed to the doorway where Phaegol had come from. As ever Hey Gal led the way, I swear she is part ghost! You'd never know she was there. She carefully unlocked the door and we headed in. Methodically we travelled room from room, in the pantry with the food we found this poor Redguard. His torment still brings makes me feel rage and sadness. Some cruel Thalmor, most probably Phaegol, had ripped his tongue out, sadistically blinded him and then with a brutish cruelty broken his arms and legs. Resetting them so that he could only, slowly and in pain, shuffle in movement and his hands were arthritically remade such that his fingers were useless. There were also scarred hollows from what we could see of his arms and legs as if something had bitten chunks out of him. This had all taken time, with the final brutality being to take his willpower from him. It was obvious he was dominated.
Yet, when I stared at him there was a set to his mouth that suggested some part of him knew what was happening to him, that he had once had power and influence and that this was the worse ignominy. Through some remainder of sense he seemed to know Shaker and I had opened the door and deliberately turned, moving past us to shuffle out so that whomever had control of him would not know we were there.
More curiously he seemed to want us to follow him. As we left the room we signalled Hey Boy and Hey Gal to follow him too.
We sneaked after the broken Redguard, who slowly moved, almost randomly waving. At each random waving here was an alarm or trap for us to disable. Finally we came to the room at the top of the stairs. With some effort he produced a key and holding it between is broken hands pushed it into the lock, this was taking time but by some magic Hey Gal helped him turn it in the lock and the door opened.
To a plush, almost beautiful red, gold and wooden office room. A well appointed magic lab as well. He then turned and started to shuffle slowly down the steps.
We started to scour the room, reading through books, scrolls and notes. We had to be careful not to disturb anything though, we didn't want that bastinado to know we'd been there if at all possible.
Finally Hey Boy found a note about a meeting at the Aetherius Doomstone. We also found the Great Welkynd stone, but not the Sigil stone, that Phaegol must use for access. It was time to leave, we returned the way we came. Resetting the traps as we came. Standing at the base of the stairs was the Redguard, he seemed to be motioning for us to kill him. Hey Gal whispered that for us to defeat Phaegol he must not know of our being here.
A single tear leaked from the ruined eye socket of the Redguard. The emotion slowed us as a Thalmor Captain walked in through the door.
He fired a shock blast and with a speed that seemed impossible seconds earlier the Redguard stepped in front of it. Taking the full blast and dying instantly.
Hey Gal shut the door and it was one Thalmor against four angry Fiddlers. Someone was to pay for the Redguard's torture and this Captain took our full force, he didn't stand a chance. I went in first, as he was closest. I could feel the shock hitting me until I struck with the Katana... that felt better, he looked worse. I struck again and hit him with a firebolt just as Hey Gal stabbed him from behind.
We hid his stiff body, taking the Redguard's body with us. Maybe, just maybe that Phaegol would think his dominated servant had broken loose.
After that it was a simple task to retrace our steps and sneak out of the Imperial City.
But my heart, will it heal for seeing the inhumanity of that Altmer? It seems that we are less than animals for their cruelty, before I had thought that my Mer side may have contained a higher Aedric soul but now they seem capable of more cruelty than Man.

Magister Phaegol walked with purpose but without haste, a candlelight spell hovering about his head, across the circular green of the Arcane University. His brow frowned with concentration and he appeared distracted. It was late and Masser and Secunda were glowing in the clear sky but the impressive view did not affect the Altmer's focus. He continued in, his body working in a trance until he reached the doorway to his apartment. Unconsciously he unlocked the door.

Entering the building he continued up to his office, not glancing left, right, up or down. He then sank into one of the chairs and distractedly chewed on a honey nut treat. He then started writing on a blank note...
Where is Vivheim?
Why is Captain Valmer under orders?
Which of those Bosmer has berated me to Lord Naarifin?
Why have my successes against the Reivers stalled?
He studied the questions for a while and then called out
"Salwehr can you bring me my records..."
the faraway look receded from his face and his focus came onto the room. He looked at his desk, studying for certain differences. He called out again
"Salwehr, SALWEHR!"
Then his focus changed and a muttering
"where is that accursed man, why can I not feel his dominated mind?"
Phaegol got up and hastened down to the storeroom, flicking the torches on as he went. As he reached the bottom he saw the blood trail along the floor. Flinging open the door he saw Salwehr's body burnt and robbed with an obvious use of magic.
"What... Salwehr dead and no Relinic! It can't be, that Relinic broke my command spell! Surely not, yet I cannot sound the alarm it will let the General know of this failure."
Phaegol cast an incantation and ghostly blue light emanated from his fingers and flowed towards the outside door. He cast another incantation and Salwehr’s body rose and stumbled towards him and the door. They headed towards the door, it opened and he headed out into the mist rising from Lake Rumare.

Beorning Saga pt 2 - Meara 9

Meara's Diary : 14th Rain's Hand

I don’t know what’s next. The world has turned for the Reivers. There’s a ceremony tomorrow where I’m told it will become clear. I need to concentrate on yesterday first though. Once clear of the Imperial City we headed back to our base. I barely had time to update this, my diary, before we were called up again. The Whitefire and Hey Gal took us aside and explained that the other hands were required for a major offensive. The Whitefire wanted to complete this work and retrieve the BattleBorn family from the control of Phaegol. They explained the plan. The Reiver’s best mages had worked on understanding the situation. Phaegol had used various agents to kidnap the BattleBorn woman and child from Skyrim. They’d been smuggled to him and he’d used energy from an old tome to imprison them in a fake Oblivion plane. The Note from Phaegol’s office called it the Ass’ Arcadia, a poor imitation of Mankar Camoran’s Paradise. I’ve no idea who Mankar Camoran is but the Mages seemed excited by the knowledge.

They next said that we must open the gateway at a Doomstone and that they were pretty sure it was the Aetherius Doomstone. Which was north of Skingrad, behind Thalmor lines. General Jonna wanted all the Reivers for the next Imperial push, which only left us Fiddlers. The Whitefire was going against direct orders to join us, she’d told General Jonna a full hand was needed, going with us was her excuse. She also suggested that we were still behind enemy lines and had not been back to base today. Fresh horses were ready for us to head south of Chorrol, as close as we could to the lines. Then just a wait until dark.

Evening arrived and we sneaked through the lines. We slipped by the Aldmeri guards, cloaked in muffle spells and invisibility potions. Whitefire reminded us to keep some potions back for our return when we’d have a family with us. It was funny at first to see Hey Gal wanting to defer to Whitefire, Hey Gal had been set straight on the road to Chorrol. “This is your hand HeyGal”, her accent always made it sound like Hagal, “I’m at your command. Treat me like Beni here.” I was just wishing I had The Whitefire’s white crystal armour. From there it was cross country, avoiding the roads, down to north of Skingrad. When we arrived Hey Gal wanted caution. We scouted the whole area, killing a couple of wolves and a bear on our way round. Well I say we… Shaker and Hey Boy did the killing, Whitefire warned us not to use magic in case it alerts Phaegol. There was no sign of any Aldmeri.

I always thought Hey Boy was just your standard Nord heavy armour tank, slow to think and move. He’s been hiding some deep Alteration and Summoning skills beneath his silent armoured demeanour. He led the way to the doomstone and then performed the incantation as well as the ritual actions to open up this Ass’ Arcadia. A golden circular port zapped into view. Hey Gal, Hey Boy and Whitefire went in, Shaker and I stood guard outside.  Shaker stood obviously on guard outside, whilst I waited hidden from a vantage point higher up. Shaker and I could see each other. I was scanning the darkness, nervously jumping at each wolf call in the wind when I caught a glimmer, a brief flash of spell casting light the distance. I hand signalled Shaker, b-alert-sign, ensuring I was out of sight from the direction of the light. It all went quiet and I began to wonder if it was some random conjuror walking through the woods.
Then I saw the figure, he wouldn’t make much of a thief, attempting to sneak up to the Doomstone. I signalled Shaker again, b-alert-n-m-e-apprches, and then we waited. Shaker moved to get his back to a Doomstone, I moved to cover him and the portal. The clouds cleared and I could see them then, two Aldmer, one stumbling the other sneaking approaching the Doomstone circle. With my staff I banged them with a Lightning Ball and I could see the stumbling Aldmer to be the one we’d killed back at Phaegol’s rooms, which probably meant the other was Phaegol himself! He was in Thalmor Armour but it was glowing with a red-gold magic colour. Phaegol retreated, leaving the body of his associate behind. I signalled to Shaker n-m-e-rtrt.

The time passed interminably, where were Hey Gal, Hey Boy and The Whitefire? Then I could hear Phaegol returning, this time with more soldiers. The armour gave him away, I’d never seen armour like it. I scanned the dawning horizon and could see an elite Thalmor unit with him. I let Shaker know and moved closer to him, ready for a spectacular battle but Shaker just thrust me through the gateway and followed me in.

What a view! The light was purple from a single point on the horizon, a parody of a setting sun with the light flowing over an elastic sea and onto a plastic beach as if the grains of sand had been fused into a rough covering. An island rose from the beach with simple trees, everything was as if created from a child’s drawing. A grey path moved up the rising hill, we could see piles of ash signs that there were undead guardians and also Dremora bodies. All of them enemies, we followed the path looking for the rest of our Hand. They’d had to battle their way through the path, over a rise we spotted a parody of an Ayleid temple, it had the correct form but was not made of stone. It had a warm, smooth texture that fingers could tell was fake somehow. This whole place was a facade and I wanted to find Hey Boy and make sure he had a way out. In this temple we heard voices and made the Hands call before entering.

The rest of our hand, Hey Boy, Hey Gal and The Whitefire were stood there with a Nord woman and child. They were signalling to us but we couldn’t hear, so I grabbed Shaker and stopped him. Shaker was all for charging in, a typical Orc, but I held him back outside the fake Ayleid temple. I threw a rock at the temple and it bounced off some sort of ward or protective field, they were all trapped inside! Shaker and I knew we needed to hurry. Those Thalmor were not going to be long behind us. Shaker I sent circling to the left, whilst I took the right and found a hidden entrance. I waited for Shaker to get round to me and we snuck inside. There were two Storm Atronach’s patrolling an underground room. It meant my staff would have little effect. Shaker took his bow out and I went in to super sneak mode by glugging an invisibility potion and slowly moving around behind the first one. With a flick of my hand Shaker fired his bow and before the Storm Atronach could spot me I stabbed my Katana into it’s back then retreated as Shaker moved in wielding his big two-hander. I heard it cutting the air and I threw a couple of firebolts in before the Atronach collapsed. Just in time too because the second fully alert Atronach was upon us. Shaker had to take the brunt, toe to toe with the big boulders of the Daedra, I kept behind and to the side of Shaker throwing firebolts and occasionally stepping right and forward to lay healing hands on Shaker. These were no ordinary Daedra Atronach’s, it took us a long time to take it down. Down it was though. A search revealed a hidden chamber with a missing square puzzle. Each square had a pattern upon it, I was starting to work it out when Shaker just walked up and completed it, I couldn’t believe it and Shaker just shrugged at me said “Seen it before” and walked through the doorway that opened up. We pulled the lever and ran outside, throwing a rock at the forcefield as we got outside. The rock met no resistance. Hey Gal and The Whitefire ran to us as we ran back warning of the attack. Hey Boy shouted that we needed to get to the beach so he could open the portal out of here.

There was no sign of Phaegol or his soldiers, so they’d not followed us in. Before Hey Boy could start the gate conjuration The Whitefire said we needed a plan. It was likely the enemy were waiting to see if we could escape. She suggested that Hey Gal, her brother and the BattleBorns run back to Bruma whilst The Whitefire, Shaker and I held the retreat. Hey Gal argued that she should cover whilst the Whitefire escaped but The Whitefire was immovable, she was going to lead me and Shaker. Our plan was for the escapees to take our remaining invisibility potions and head North through the Dominion lines to Chorrol and Bruma whilst the three of us would hit with ranged weapons to attract their attention and then head east to escape via Lake Rumare up the Cerbele and Red rivers to Cheydinhal.

Which is what happened, Hey Boy opened the gate we exited and hit them whilst the other four exited the gate, went invisible and escaped. As the Dominion soldiers charged we ran east, dodging shock bolts and arrows. We outran them quickly and after several hours reached the gold road but all the time they were following. A couple of lions were met crossing the West Weald, we had to outrun them too but when we hit the Gold Road a guard unit spotted us. The Whitefire had been leading us and she just ran straight at them. Bashing the first guard with her shield and then a single powerful strike to cut him down, she battle-shouted at the next guard and also took her with a single backward slashing attack. I hit the third guard with a shock attack then the Katana to finish him off to see the rest of the Unit down and Shaker sheathing his sword. Soon after we found a cave, Felgageldt, and hid to heal and get some food inside. We then went through clearing bandits and a couple of wolves from the cave. We could then hide in peace until dark. It was during this time that The Whitefire and I talked, or rather The Whitefire talked to me.

So I know The Whitefire’s full name, Kudri, she really trusted me in that dark cave she told me of vision she’d been given by a half-mad Daedra worshipping Dunmer who was in the Reivers. He’d said “You will meet a Breton with the blood of the Oblivion Hero, called Benny. You will not survive this war to see your children again but you must entrust your children to the Breton. My ancestors have told me that your son will tame dragons.” So when I joined she knew I must be the one but caution had led her to holding back from talking to me. This moment in a dark cave, hunted by the Aldmeri Dominion felt like her last chance. We exchanged histories but it was focussed on what she needed to tell me...
She has an elder son, Beorning Wildfire, the ‘Fires family are matriarchal and it’s the custom to either choose your father’s surname or your own prefix at your naming ceremony. Beorning had chosen Wild. She also has twin daughters Agneta and Astrid not old enough for their naming yet. Beorning’s father was a Nord Blade who was most probably murdered at the start of the Great War. Agneta and Astrid are her daughters by her husband, a Silversmith called Lodbrok. They live west of Bruma just north of Applewatch in a large house. I am to take the family into Skyrim and head for Falkreath and then to train her children in magic and swordplay. The tasks that she will not be able to do. At the time the thought of Kudri’s death was too much, but now….

This is how Kudri “The” Whitefire died, living by her own rules. Night had fallen and I scouted outside the cave. The plan was to sneak to the White Rose River and then swim all the way to Cheydinhal. I’d been taught a water-breathing spell before we left, that along with four potions and a water breathing amulet should see us through any Slaughterfish or water borne enemies. We were just coming to a rise above the river when torches appeared along the river bank. Then torches behind and to the side. We were surrounded by elite Thalmor troops, groups of them closing in. From his clothes it looked like Phaegol led the group from the North. Kudri grasped her amulet to Kyne, looked us in the eye and told us how it would be. “You two will smash the group by the river and escape, I will follow you and hold them back from chasing you.” She quickly handed over her potions, gave me a quick hug and handed the amulet to Shaker. “No arguments from either of you, it is my time. Keep an eye from the river and make sure I die.” So saying she turned and hurled a firebolt in the direction of the red-armoured Phaegol, then changed to her shield. Shaker and I turned to the river hammering in arrows and shock bolts at the group. They returned fire, we dodged, rolled and charged them. “Reivers a-aa, a-aa. Death to the Dominion!” Our battle shouts hit them, then we did. Shaker cut three with one masterful swipe, I jointly shocked and cut with my katana, two I think. My ancestor’s legacy in tandem! Half of them were dead or down when Kudri came in bashing with her shield and slashing with her sword. There was a battle rage in her eyes which had almost got a daedric spark. As the last died she pushed us into the water and turned to face four large Thalmor groups. She swallowed potion after potion in between mage fire attacks and rolling defense. Shaker and I hid in reeds the other side of the river with a full view of the battle. A line of Frost Atronachs came stomping at Kudri, stood in her white glass armour with a single Fire Atronach at her side. She dodged, defended and struck until the last one was melted. She had time to conjure another Fire Atronach before hurling herself at the Thalmor, the fight was short and intense. Several Thalmor were down and she was on bended knee bowed but not quite broken when five Thalmor hit her at the same time as her Fire Atronach exploded. We could see Phaegol kicking her dead body before we slipped under water and began the long swim home. I’ll not forget that night. The grim torchlight and a single brave Nord fighting for what she held dear. Shaker and I shared a look but knew we had to press on. The swim was cold and miserable but mostly uneventful, even the Slaughterfish seemed to respect our mourning.

Meara's Diary : 16th Rain's Hand

A short message today before General Jonna puts us on lockdown. We had a memoriam for The Whitefire followed by a Guild meeting. The Reivers leaders; the remainder of her hand and the other hand leaders voted for a new Reiver Guild leader. They took no time to choose Hey Gal which left us Fiddlers without a leader. Shaker and I, back in the crowds of the Hand members looked straight at Hey Boy. He was the only Nord in the Fiddlers so he would be leader. He grinned at us, winked and shook his head signalling ‘not me’. Then I got the biggest shock. Hey Gal called me forward and read The Whitefire’s last instructions to the whole of the Reivers. I was to be the first non-Nord to be given Hand Leadership, additionally there was a private note from Kudri to me. Shaker came over and lifted me in a great Orsimer hug, almost cracked my ribs, and his gutteral voice just kept repeating ‘You’re the boss now’. I think that meant he was happy, leadership’s not his style and for Hey Boy it would involve too much talking.

“Dearest Beni,
I’ll be gone now but I guess we’ll have talked. Once the war is over you know where to go and what to do. This is my introduction note for you to give to Lodbrok, Beorning and the girls. You have my full trust and confidence. Make sure that Beorning and the girls continue their studies, honour the Nine Divines and are respectful to their Lodbrok and you.
See you in Sovngarde, Kudri.” there was a symbol as well. I guess her personal symbol.

Afterwards Hay Gal told us that the Emperor wanted us to be ready for a ‘big push’ no details on where or when. We were to hold our lines and prepare. Hey Gal took me aside and assigned me two new recruits to train up as Fiddlers, there was a Dunmer “I -can” Ekani and “Sig” another Nord from Markarth and none too happy at being led by a Breton girl I think. I guess Kudri had to deal with similar before taking over the Guild.

Meara's Diary : 21st Rain's Hand

Training went well, after the third day of me giving him a magical kicking Sig started to respect me, the fact that Shaker and Hey Boy were backing me also helped. Sig’s a mage so we needed him to get a bit better at stealth whilst I-can was in a Thieves Guild in the Nibenay basin, she needed a focus on killing rather than avoiding. She also needed to know her physical charms won’t work in battle. It’s weird being the leader of the Hand, I didn’t realise how far I’d come until working with these novices. Hey Boy seems relieved he won’t have to take leadership duties too, probably a bit difficult when your sister’s head of the Reivers.

Meara's Diary : 25th Rain's Hand

I remember my first sally to Fingerbowl Cave and how it all went wrong, and my old chainmail shirt. Now I have full Glass Armour courtesy of the Hand’s smiths, it’s got some good defense against magic too. Just to wet the new Hand members palms we headed to Moss Rock Cavern and cleared out the Bosmer inside and followed it by a quick hit and run raid on a Aldmeri patrol. All was good, Sig took to his role as artillery and healer, I-can got her hands well and truly dirty. We behaved like a properly organised hand although I had to change the tactics with our different skillsets. Saffsir and Hey Gal had some good ideas which we put into practice over the past few days of training. Sig has a good singing voice whilst I-can has skills with the lute.

Meara's Diary : 26th Rain's Hand

Feeling good, a bit too much Nordic Mead and a wild night with Saffsir. Probably a bad idea but there’s a battle coming and neither of us might be alive soon.

Meara's Diary : 3rd Second Seed

Well he had a laugh on Jester’s Day in the Reivers Guild. The Fiddlers, as Hand band, kept playing all day there was a fierce energy floating through our headquarters. We all knew that the ‘big push’ was coming soon and that many of us won’t make it. I almost wore my drum out but I do miss Tully’s lute playing though. It had an etheric quality whilst I-can’s playing is harder and raunchier.

On the 29th Rain’s Hand we moved south overnight, ready for what people are now calling ‘The Battle of the Red Ring’. We were the light troops to harry and distract any sally to the south by the Aldmeri Dominion from the Imperial City. Jonna was looping through there to join up with the army of General Decianus. This would surround the Imperial City and cut off the Thalmor army inside. I was hoping to meet Phaegol and fulfil my oath of revenge. It was good to see all the Reivers moving out, even the support staff were moving. We were to clear the route initially, saving the Jonna’s Legions from having to slow down and then protect their northern flank.

It was a misty morning when we moved east of the Imperial City, looping to the south of the city. Our job was to cross the Upper Niben and wait near Alessia for the Jonna’s Nord Legions. The Reivers were to hold the bridge until the heavy Legions could secure it. After that we were to harry and delay any raid from the City. We left undercover of the night and got to the NIbenay Basin for dawn. We carried food for a couple of days and stored them. Traveling through the mist the Reivers Hands caused eddies and flows in the fog like some current in time and history. Then the battle started, to the North first with the Emperors attack then troops started leaving the city. They must have seen Jonna’s Legions heading to cut their supply routes. That’s when we came screaming out of our hiding places to ambush them. That first group was a mayhem in attack, a blur really. We outnumbered them and pushed them back, soon after came the heavy counter-attack, that was hard, hard fighting. We held the bridge, just almost breaking as the Legions came in. The organisation of the Hands had fallen apart, we were just a single army of Reivers fighting, supporting and dying against the Aldmeri Dominion.

Then the day became a blur of counter-attacks by the Dominion. Troops coming up the Green Road from Valenwood or Bravil, with others attacking from the Imperial City. Hey Boy went down somewhere late in the day, I never saw what happened. Too busy surviving an onslaught of Thalmor troops along with some Nord Legionnaires and Shaker. I lost all sense of time, it just became the slip, slide, cut, thrust and parry of battle followed by gulping food, healing myself and fixing my armour for the next firebolt or Daedric force to come. What I do remember is early on the second day, just as dawn was lighting the sky.

Shaker and I were hunkered down behind the barricades with a few Nord Legionnaires, getting some rest. Too tired to talk or grieving Hey Boy’s loss, I was numb anyway. The guards shouted another counter, it was a suicide attack. A small group of Altmer led by a Thalmor in red armour; Phaegol. The tiredness left my body, it was as if Stendarr himself had energised me with righteous anger. Shaker spotted the change in me, saw where I was looking and then just went Berserk. Like a bolt he thundered across the space towards the Altmer his hammer swinging. He’d outrun me, who was not far behind. Neither of us cared what the Legionnaires did behind us. Phaegol’s death was all I wanted, I’d sworn an oath to Talos! Phaegol pushed the Altmer into the attack, they took the brunt of Shakers hammering. I moved round the side and faced Phaegol, my Glass armour was a glowing cyan sea colour against his Thalmor blood-red.

Time slowed, I shouted “For Tally” and Phaegol stumbled I had a second Katana from somewhere and the blades whipped upon the Altmer, slicing his armour. It was as if he didn’t bleed as his armour was blood-red but his magicka was diminishing. Summoning power was slowing, I kept up the attacks knowing I was close to death but that Phaegol was closer. No time for potions or healing, just sword dealing. I think I was close to death when suddenly a feeling of strength and health flowed and Sig was behind me. I took a deep breath as Phaegol conjured some demon from Oblivion and then hit him with a flurry of attacks, disrupting his conjuration and leaving him defeated on the floor. Shaker turned and hammered in the killing blow. This was a suicide attack to break our lines and then heavy Thalmor troops came flooding at us. We were smashed and disorganised, somewhere I lost Sig and Shaker. But Phaegol was dead, I was alive and my revenge oath had been fulfilled.

The battle raged for another day or so until finally word came down the Dominion’s General Naarifin had been captured and the Emperor had his city back. I searched for the rest of my hand, finding Hey Boy’s body. No one knew what happened to I-can, Shaker had taken arrows to both knees and was being nursed by a female Orc soldier he’d hooked up with. Sig I found near Phaegol’s body, he must have died in that berserk battle there. A shame, he saved my life.

Meara's Diary : 10th Second Seed

Last day as one of the Reivers. My hand died in the Battle of the Red Ring, the Reivers are not needed now the Emperor is back and is negotiating a peace with the Aldmeri Dominion. Time to fulfil my oath to Kudri. Time to head north, time to meet the boy Beorning.