FVN Chapter 6: Chapter VI: Ballin, and Tavern-Talk *Edited*
Chapter 6: Chapter VI: Ballin, and Tavern-Talk *Edited*
Chapter 6: Chapter VI: Ballin, and Tavern-Talk *Edited*
As the party was tiredly trudging back toward Whiterun Reyvin checked his notifications.
[Multiple quests completed]
[Mag: 122 => 127]
[Restoration-novice 40% => 70%]
He suddenly felt a slight bit more heavy in a metaphysical sense, and his restoration spells seemed like they were simpler than before 'So this is how it works, huh' he thought as they reached the gate.
"You got those shits eh?" The gate guard asks with o preamble.
"Aye, they shattered in front of my spear, just as Malakath intended." Says a very excited orc, his two companions though seemed much less enthusiastic after hours of walking and fighting.
"I donno about Malakath, but I sure do appreciate you taking care of them, go on in the Jarl will likely want to speak with you" The guard points his thumb behind him.
They enter the city and start cursing at the fact that they have to climb again, well at least the mages do, Durrak seems so happy with his victory that he doesn't even notice the trip until they are already at the doors of the palace.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
They walk up to the throne where the jarl seems to be shouting at a sleazy dark skinned man who is cowering like a dog. "AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY PALACE NAZEEM I SWEAR TO THE GODS THE NEXT TIME YOU RUN YOUR DAMN MOUTH ILL!!!"
"Calm down my jarl I think he got the message" The steward, Avenicci if Reyvin's memory served, tries to defuse the situation with a placating voice.
"Fine, get out, now!" the jarl huffs and sits back down.
Nazeem scampers off with surprising speed not even noticing the three new arrivals who then proceed to stand before the jarl.
'The man, the myth, the legend jarl Ballin himself' Reyvin thinks to himself with an internal chuckle.
He gives the man a light bow and speaks "Greetings Jarl, we would like to report that the ironhand bandits have been dealt with, although whoever informed you of the numbers was wrong, since there were just over half of them present on site."
Balgruuf nods, unsurprised "This was to be expected, there was another group of them that were caught by the sleazebag's guards after you left"
'Huh so I guess he came here to brag and went a bit too far' Reyvin surmises easily.
"No matter" The Jarl waves it off "The most important part is that the leader, Hajvarr was slain, and from your Orcish friend's new gauntlets I can see that is the case" he nods toward Durrak.
"Oh, so these are of some renown then?" Reyvin asks with a raised eyebrow.
Balgruuf looks to be reminiscing before nodding "Yes, they belonged to the small Iron-hand clan of Whiterun, but the man you took them off was the last member and turned to banditry so you can keep them without any worries"
"Your ancestry?" Durrak asks confused "I am pretty sure that the Nords don't dislike you that much" Morrigan merely hums along waiting for the real explanation.
Reyvin scowls lightly before righting himself "Let us just say that my house is not well-liked, even after after all these years the house of Dagoth is still reviled for the deeds of my
ancestor."
Durrak merely looks confused while there is a hint of recognition in Morrigan's eyes "I can see how being related to that madman might make people bay for your blood..."
"Ah yes dear old grandfather did get really high on that Lorkhan juice didn't he" Reyvin
smiles wryly.
Now she looks surprised "He actually had kids? Even the hags knew he had a massive thing for
your Saint Nerevar."
Reyvin actually laughs at this one "Oh yes he did, his moon and star I do believe he called him, but as any megalomaniac he wanted to leave a legacy just in case, which is funny because my father went on to become one of the best Legionary Legates in the war, the only reason he was never made general was his house, he must be rolling in the red mountain as we speak" They all hear a surprised gasp behind them, but it was quickly silenced almost as if on instinct. Reyvin turns around and finds a dark elf woman standing behind a corner listening in on them. He simply signals her to come forward, more of a command than a request as shown by the fire roiling in one of his hands. All the other patrons quickly move away just in case while the tavern owner looks super pissed but keeps silent for now.
The elven woman approaches slowly, while Reyvin has a slight look of recognition in his eyes 'Isn't she that mercenary you can hire at the hunter's inn or something?' when she is close enough he asks in a sharp tone "So are we going to have a problem with what you just heard?" She remains silent for a bit then simply shakes her head "That war has long been over, and besides no one has requested your head, yet." a sadistic smile now on her face
He stares at her before slowly dispelling the flames while thinking 'I cannot kill her now, she didn't attack me and I'll be drawing mad suspicion at myself if she gets disappeared, best solution knowing she is a mercenary is to hire her' "So you seem to have no issue with me possibly being the Sharmat reborn or something equally ridiculous, why did you listen in on
us anyway?"
"Well, I heard that you were going to be traveling towards Windhelm and I wanted to visit my family there" She 'shily' explains.
Reyvin groans in outrage "Why by all the gods is everyone here such a fucking gossip??" he
asks, completely exasperated.
She laughs at this "Information is a pretty profitable business, and besides people get bored."
She adds with a shrug.
"so I am guessing you want to head out with us?" He asks already tired from the entire event.
"Yes and don't worry, no cultists of Azura will learn of this from me, consider it a bit compensation for barging in." She smiles and walks off, not before hearing Reyvin yell out "Be at the gate the morning of the next day."
Both of his companions look at him as if waiting for an explanation, mostly Durrak but
Morrigan is also fishing for details. "Fuck it give me a drink and I will give you the full history lesson" he sighs for the nth time today and starts weaving the story of false gods, reincarnations, CHIM, and a dude with three eyes wearing a pot on his head with no other
clothes.