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RE: Kyssandra's Skyrim Adventures
After dealing with Cicero, Kyssandra decided to just stay the night in Dawnstar. It was already twilight, so there wasn’t enough time to ride back to Falkreath. She could have ported home, and ported to Falkreath the next morning, but that would have meant leaving Shadowmere here. She had no doubt he could find his way home, but it just seemed wrong to make him do that. So she just passed the time by browsing some museum in Dawnstar, something to do with a cult called the Mythic Dawn. The proprietor had been trying to get customers every time she had passed the place, so having a few hours to kill, no pun intended, she took him up on it and browsed the place. Before she left, she found herself agreeing to go get some artifact for him, if she had the chance. He gave her a list of three pieces of it, and the three people that would have them. She knew she would need the money to finish college, so she accepted, then stayed the night in the inn.
Early the next morning, Kyssandra got up, and rode Shadowmere back to the Falkreath Sanctuary. Everyone there seemed a bit more settled down, and moreso when she told them Cicero had been taken care of. Thankfully, they did not ask her to elaborate.
It was now back to business, time to get on with the next part of the grand scheme. Festus Krex, the elder wizard of the group, was her contact for this phase.
“Have you ever heard of The Gourmet?” Festus asked as Kyssandra leaned on the credenza beside him.
“The cook? The one that writes the recipe books?” Kyssandra cocked her head.
“Well, that answers my question. yes, thats the one.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen his books in several kitchens of inns I’ve been in,” Kyssandra nodded.
“He is probably the most famous chef in Skyrim,” Festus said. “He is your next target.”
“Okay…so where, when, and how? …and why?.” Kyssandra wondered.
“When the Emperor comes to visit, they have contracted The Gourmet to cook a meal for him. The identity of this person, he or she, is a very closely guarded secret. No one seems to know who it actually is. So, you are going to find this person, kill them, assume the identity of The Gourmet, and thats how you will get close to the Emperor!”
“So if no one knows who it is, how do I-”
“This!” Festus held up a book. “I was able to procure this book, at a cottage sale. It is a signed copy of The Gourmet’s cookbook, ‘Uncommon Tastes’. What is interesting is that the note is made out personally to someone named Anton Virane. So, this Anton Virane must have been there when the Gourmet signed it, so he would know who he is! I tracked down Anton, and he is the head chef for Understone Keep, in Markarth. Go there, find out from Anton who the Gourmet is, then go kill him. Since you are going to take his identity, take anything that could identify him that you can find, then make sure you hide the body well. Oh, and probably best to kill Anton also, on the off chance he runs his mouth to someone, or accidentally shows up at the dinner you’ll be at.”
So, Kyssandra headed off to Markarth. It was still very early, before lunch, so she could make it easily. Astrid had told her to ride Shadowmere as much as she wanted, so she decided to take her up on that. She liked the horse, he was fast, plus he needed the exercise. Also, with all the porting she had been doing, using a soul gem every time, even though she had the circlet that filled them daily, she was sure that at some point she would run out.
Kyssandra’s plan was to ride straight to Markarth. She went through several wolf packs, and bandit ambush points, but Shadowmere was fast and tough, so she didn’t stop for any of them. She just kept riding and easily outdistanced whatever danger she came across.
As she crossed a long bridge though, she suddenly remembered something. When she had been in the temple of Dibella, she had told mother Hamal that she would go see if she could find the young girl that was supposed to be the next Sybil of Dibella. They had sent sisters out to find the girl already, but none had returned. According to mother Hamal, the next Sybil was a young girl from the village of Karthwasten. Kyssandra realized, from plotting the route on her map, that she was going to ride right by this village, in a couple of minutes. May as well stop and get the girl, since she was heading on to Markarth anyway.
As she arrived in the village, she saw a commotion going on. There was always a commotion. All she could tell was that it was two groups of people, upset with one another. As she rode up, they dispersed. Kyssandra rode over to the first house in the line, and hailed the man that had gone up to his porch. After some initial pleasantries, she asked if there were any families with daughters in town. The man told her that Enmon and Mena were probably who she was looking for, but he doubted they would talk at the moment, what with all the trouble they were having with the mercenaries. When asked about that, he told her that a bunch of mercenaries had come to Karthwasten a while back, and basically taken over. They had shone up just after a forsworn raid, and had protected the town thereafter, from other raids. Now, they wanted the town leader, this man apparently, to sell the mine to Silver-blood family, in repayment for their services.
“huh.” Kyssandra thought. “Hang on a moment, I’ll go talk to them,” she said.
The Silver-bloods were those jokers that were running that whole prison scam thing, that she had been caught up in a couple weeks ago.
So up to the mines she went, wandering around through them, asking around, until she at last found their leader, a big nord who called himself Atar.
Atar looked Kyssandra up and down, appreciatively.
“And what would a pretty young lass like you be looking for me for?” he asked, “You are obviously no miner looking for work. Are you my evening’s entertainment?” He looked at his second in command with a loud laugh.
Kyssandra cocked her head. “That could be arranged I suppose,” she said, getting his attention, then continued, "if you take your men and leave these people be, afterwords."
Atar laughed even louder at that. “You hear that?” he called to the men around him, “this little girl thinks she can sleep with me, and it will pay the town’s debt to us! Har har! She thinks she is worth a mine!” He looked back at Kyssandra and sneered. “I think I will just have you for nothing, and I might even keep you.”
“Hold up a minute,” Kyssandra held up her hand. “If the town gives this mine to you, is it yours then? Do you keep it?”
“No,” he said, “we work for the Silver-bloods. They hired us. We get the deed to the mine, we give it to them, they pay us, and THEN we leave.”
“So its not that I would be worth a mine,” Kyssandra said, "its more like I’d be worth whatever the Silver-bloods pay you."
Atar stared at her dumbly.
“Who hired you,” Kyssandra continued, "Thonar?"
Atar remained silent, wondering what she was driving at, but nodded.
“Well, Thonar is dead. So is Nepos the Nose. And all the other people in Markarth that could pay you.”
“Hmmmphh.” Atar scoffed. “How would you know that, so easily?”
“Because I killed them.” Kyssandra looked him in the eye. “I suggest you take plan A.”
Later in the day, Kyssandra headed back down the path, to the town leader’s house. He was still out on his porch.
"The mercenaries won’t be a problem anymore. Can you direct me to this Enmon and Mena’s house now?"
Ainethach, the leader, stared in awe, as Atar and his mercenaries came down the path behind Kyssandra, and left on the road. He pointed to a man walking a little ways away, and said that was Enmon.
When Kyssandra introduced herself to Enmon, he seemed nice enough. But when she asked about his little girl, he became quite flustered. Apparently when the forsworn had invaded the village, they had taken his daughter, and the sister of dibella that had come to talk with them. He did not know what the sister was there for, he assumed though, that she was just going to try to recruit his daughter to the sisterhood. Kyssandra told him that she had found, that his daughter was supposed to be the next Sybil of Dibella. Enmon brightened, and actually saw that as an honor. He knew where the forsworn had taken his daughter, Fjotra, it was the broken tower just across the long bridge. He was no warrior, but if Kyssandra was going there to try to rescue her, he would be glad to accompany and do what he could. Kyssandra told him to stay put. She would go to the tower and get the little girl.
At the tower, Kyssandra summoned both atronarchs, and mechanically fought her way through it. It was just filled with forsworn bandits, and all she really had to do was stay back, and resummon an atronarch as they were dispatched.
Eventually, she reached the top of the tower, and found the girl locked in a cell. Outside the cell, in the room, was a statue of Dibella, covered in blood, and a dead sister of Dibella.
Kyssandra found the key to the cell on one of the guards’ bodies, that the atronarchs had killed. She opened the door, and let the girl out. It was then that Kyssandra got her first look at this girl. Kyssandra had been expected a small child, for some reason, and had been apprehensive about taking her to the temple of Dibella. This was no small child. This girl was entirely of age, and looked to be only slightly younger than Kyssandra herself.
The girl introduced herself as Fjorta, and thanked Kyssandra profusely for rescuing her.
“The sister told me of my fate,” she said, “then they went and got that statue, and tortured and killed her in front of it, all the while making fun of it. I don’t know what they would have done to me…”
“We best get you to the temple fast,” Kyssandra said. “They can protect you.”
So the two girls headed out, straightway. They were attacked a couple times, but it was nothing Kyssandra could not handle, with her summoned creatures. They made it to Markarth, just as the sun started setting.
Kyssandra took the girl straight up to the temple, to Mother Hamal. Hamal breathed a visible sigh of relief, and took Fjorta in, telling her that she could start her training and initiation process immediately. She told one of the sisters to head out to Karthwastern, first thing in the morning, and inform Fjorta’s parents that she was safely at the temple. To Kyssandra, Mother Hamal offered her thanks. She bestowed upon Kyssandra the title of agent of Dibella, and said that with this blessing, Kyssandra would receive a permanent boon from Dibella, if she would kneel at the alter and receive it.
On her way out, Kyssandra did stop and kneel. She felt something. She wasn’t entirely sure what she got, but it was a blessing of Dibella, one that would not wear off over time, so she would take it.
After this, Kyssandra headed up to the palace. She still had to do what she had come here for in the first place, find the identity of the Gourmet. It was now after supper, so she found the chef, Anton Virane, in the kitchen with the rest of his staff. He was relaxing at a table, having just partaken in the evening meal, himself. Kyssandra slid onto the seat next to him.
“Who are you?” Anton asked. “Are you here to interview for a job in my kitchen?”
“Nah, I’m a horrible cook,” Kyssndra said lightly, “but I heard on good faith that you know who the Gourmet is. I was wondering if you’d let me in on the secret.”
“The Gourmet! No! Never! I don’t know who sent you here, but nothing will betray my trust. I’ll take the secret of the Gourmet’s identity to the grave!”
“Well, that can be arranged…” Anton balked, as Kyssandra continued, in a whispered tone, “I AM with the dark brotherhood you know…”
“Wh-whh- what? The dark brotherhood you say?” Anton paled. "Now hold up just a minute…lets not be hasty. I’m sure my good friend would not want me to endanger my own well being over this! Um…yes! I’ll tell you! The Gourmet is an orc named Balagog gro-Nolob. He resided up at an inn called the Nightengale, up abov-"
It was Kyssandra’s turn to balk. “above Whiterun.” she finished. "The orc up in the basement of the Nightengale?"
"I know who that orc is! I’ve been to that inn several times! Who would’ve- You sure that’s the Gourmet?"
Anton nodded again.
“wow.” Kyssandra said. “never would’ve guessed that one.”
“So…we good?..you’re not gonna kill me?” Anton looked at her earnestly.
“Oh no, I’m still gonna kill you.” Kyssandra said, matter of factly.
“Ack.” Anton gulped.
"You know, loose ends and all…"
Kyssandra sighed as Anton jumped up and took off running. Did he just wet his pants?
Kyssandra chased Anton all through the palace, if you could call it that. She was in the palace of Markarth, which was filled with people, so she couldn’t summon any atronarchs, or appear to be chasing him. If the little wimp had any sense at all, he would just go stay beside the guards, or in one of the common rooms, and she wouldn’t be able to do a thing to him. But every time he saw her enter an area, and come towards him, he would scamper off. Finally, they made to an obscure area, a gigantic cavern in the mountain, it looked like some ruins, or something. There were a couple wizards, researching things, and a couple guards patrolling the area. No one was really paying attention to Kyssandra and Anton though. He tried to escape, running all the way up to the ramp to the top of some ruin gazebo tower thing. It was about 30 feet or so up. As Kyssandra followed him up there, he looked around frantically. There was no other way down, other than the narrow ramp he had come up on. He looked as if he were contemplating jumping. Kyssandra suddenly had an idea. “I’m tired of this. I can’t do anything with all these people in here.” she said, shrugging, and turned to head back down. But as she walked, she spread her hands, and softly cast a powerful rune of fire on the ramp behind her.
As she got down the ramp, and was heading out the door, back towards the main palace, she heard the rune explode. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground. Then guards and wizards shouting at each other,
“What was he doing up there?!”
“Wasn’t there someone else with him?”
"Not sure, but it killed the poor chap."
Kyssandra smiled, ducked into a dark corner, and teleported back to the college.
Kyssandra stayed the night in her own bed, but in the morning, she freshened up and teleported back to Markarth, to get Shadowmere. She did not tarry, she went straight from the portal to the stable, and took off towards Whiterun. Along the way, she was attacked, and this particular attack was not one she could avoid. These men would not let up. So she got a little distance, hopped off the horse, summoned two atronarchs, and fought it out. These men were relentless, but she finally won the fight. After it was done, in searching the bodies for any gold, or anything she could sell, she found a telling note.
Well that was interesting.
By now, a heavy fog had settled. Kyssandra got back on Shadowmere, and rode on north, on up to the Nightengale Inn. No need to wait on this.
She came in from the back side, down near the lake. Was that…? By the nine, this was her lucky day. The orc she was looking for, Balag gro-bar-whatsisname, was actually standing down there, on the pier, gazing out over the lake. Not another soul was anywhere to be seen. Why couldn’t that meat merchant from Whiterun do something like this?
Kyssandra dismounted Shadowmere, summoned her atronarchs, and approached the orc silently. If he knew she was there, he gave no indication of it.
Turns out, she did not even need the atronarchs. One hit with a lightening bolt, and the orc went down in a crumpled heap. Kyssandra searched him, and found a writ of passage, his identification papers. She quickly took it, and anything else that looked like it would be something personal, something that would identify him as the true Gourmet. Then, looking around, still seeing no one, she finished the job by hiding the body. This was just too perfect. She simply pushed the body off the edge of the pier, and watched as it splashed and sank to the bottom of the lake.
RE: Trusted Soruces of Information
I seem to frequent Toms Hardware when I need reviews on graphics cards or cpus.
I’ll probably be watching this thread and taking notes, because I don’t know a lot of trusted places. But like @ShiftySatchmo I hate to watch videos because people talking annoy me. I’d much rather read a review.
RE: Why there was no work today...
Back in November, I took some money I had been saving for a lawn mower, and invested it in the biggest, baddest, industrial, most powerful Stihl backpack blower I could get instead. Because I have 7 acres of woods, and clearing an acre of wet waist high leaves is actually more of a problem for me than mowing at this point.
Anyway, when it snowed this winter, I thought…hmmmm… I got out that blower and sure enough, it was powerful enough to just blow the snow off my driveway. My neighbors were in awe, and really jealous.