JoS/Kanna/10th Journal - Ashlands

Sun's Dusk, 6th, 3E 427

No shortage of work to do here on the west coast. Kanna was in trouble, Karim needed help desperately, but fortunately that's all in the past now. I've been able to sit back and relax for a while now.

Caius was really mad at me for disappearing for such a long time though, at least at first. I admitted to him that I've been working for House Telvanni, didn't see any reason to lie about that. I did have to lie about what happened to me though, so I just said that work there turned out to be lot more effort than I bargained for, which is why I haven't been able to return here to the west coast. I thought he'd be even more angry at me, but he just congratulated me on being able to get into that organization. It's always good for the Blades and the Empire to have eyes and ears in that part of the province, according to him. Blades don't even have any agents working in the east coast!

Honestly though, I'm not doing this for the Blades, I'm doing this for myself.

Then, it was time to discuss work I do do for the Blades, and that's collecting information about that same old prophecy. Caius said that we're going to need an Ashlander informant to learn more. He's been avoiding this route, but feels like we have no other choice at the moment for more clues. He has a person in mind, a wealthy man who left his tribe to set up a shop in a big city. He could perhaps be persuaded into giving up information, but it won't likely be easy. Or cheap. His name is Hassour Zainsubani and he's a businessman living in Ald'ruhn. Caius suggested that I might want to get him a gift if I intend to learn anything from him, but I'm not sure what he meant by that.

Caius was still cross with me not being honest about my intentions from the get-go, and said that I should've consulted him about Telvanni first. Apology wasn't gonna cut it, so instead he proceeded to punish me by - and I quote - "tapping that ass". Yeah, he wanted me to serve him and his cock in bed.

I suppose that's all fine by now… I've even grown to like having sex with him. It's kind of fucked up when I think about it, that I've been effectively taken from slavery, and now I'm okay with all this stuff. Any sane girl would be traumatized for life about those experiences… In a way, I'm traumatized too, but at the same time, I've grown more perverted. Exploring my sexuality is actually a lot of fun, as long as it happens on my terms… I've learned that many times on this island.

As I haven't been writing, I haven't gotten across doing my job for Caius, but I'll finally ride there tomorrow. I think I've had enough of a breather now. Kanna and Karim will have their private time. Yeah, I know they shag. Not sure why they're so secretive about it to me though… I don't care if they bang despite being siblings… Maybe they think I do, it can also be embarrassing to bring it up… Whatever…

Sun's Dusk, 8th, 3E 427

Ald'ruhn is a city about the size of Balmora, located around the western Ashlands in the shadow of the Red Mountain. It's well known for being the seat of council for House Redoran on this island, as well as for this "building" they call Ald Skar. Legend says that it's actually a shell of an Emperor Crab, but I think that's nonsense. You mean to tell me that crabs that large used to exist in this world? I find that hard to swallow. It houses several stores, living spaces for the wealthy, as well as headquarters for Redoran. Ain't no crabs on Tamriel that big!

It's not just Ald Skar by the way, as the architecture of the whole city is inspired by bugs, crabs and shells. It's a weird city, even weirder than Sadrith Mora if you ask me. Being regularly tormented by volcanic ash-storms it's not a place I would ever want to live in anyway.

Its interior spaces are rather cozy, as became obvious to me when I entered an inn by the name of "Rat in the Pot". Is that reference to a dish? Hope not, eating rats sounds disgusting. Anyway, the clay architecture, paintings and interior greenery make these places a lovely change of pace from the grey outside. I was told at the previous place that my informant was on business there instead of where he usually stays. Even though I had never been to this place, I knew I was walking into the territory of local thieves. Habasi had told me where to find work in any of the major cities, so I wasn't walking into enemy territory though. Hassour just happens to be a member of the guild himself, a funny little coincidence.

Aengoth and Hassour were having a talk, both being rich businessmen on their own right. Hassour is a gentleman with a deep and pleasant voice as smooth as butter, while Aengoth the Jeweler is this short little Bosmer man with a nicely combed beard. He's one of the Masterminds for the Guild. That's to say, he operates business directly under our leader, whose identity is closely guarded and protected, meaning he's on the same level as Habasi. A big shot, as you can imagine. They allowed me to interject myself into the discussion which was about an urgent job that needed to be handled, and they had an idea.

Aengoth told me that those mages at the guild are planning a little field trip, something about field practice. Nothing I've heard about myself, considering that I've distanced myself from most of their services. Anyway, he says that someone should go and pick up some of the loot that is left behind unattended. Namely, he talked about a certain enchanted tanto, a short-sword inspired by the craftsmen of the oriental continent of Akavir. Aengoth has a client who really wants it. If I would do it, I could also keep everything I want from there.

Stealing from the guild I'm a member of doesn't sound too appealing, but at the same time… Fuck it, who cares? I certainly don't. If they're stupid enough to leave their guild house empty with riches laying around everywhere, I would be stupid to not take advantage. Stealing is wrong, this and that, blah blah blah, I don't give a Guar's shit. It's their fault for not looking out for their stuff.

I also got to talk to Hassour privately, but he says that he's left wastes behind, and he's not too keen to talk about the customs of the Ashlanders to someone who he just met. I guess I really need to bring him a gift? That's what Caius said. I asked Aengoth for tips, and he suggested poetry. "It's our shared passion", he said. "I think I know a book he might be missing from his collection: Words of the Wind."

Well, that's that. I'll return to this task tomorrow. For now, I'll wait for the night, when I'll go loot that empty little guild house.

Sun's Dusk, 10th, 3E 427

There was, sadly for me, one member who had been left behind at the Mages Guild, so I couldn't just waltz in like I originally planned. I could've just walked in and pretended that I have no idea what's going on, explaining to this Breton that I'm with the Guild and looking for work or something… But nah, I wasn't willing to let myself get seen. If he knew I was there, he would've known exactly who robbed the place. So, instead, I allowed myself to enter through a small window.

As my luck would have it, I found the little chest the sword was in, along with a whole store catalog of a merchant who owned it. Potions and herbs worth at least a thousand… This should suffice as a payment. Made me one happy girl. I also went through her bookshelf, and wouldn't you know it, she even had this rare book of poems that Hassour wanted. By Nocturnal's voluptuous curves, it's like Lady Luck had placed them all right underneath my nose herself. I'll pray to her tonight and praise her for blessing me with her infinite fortune.

Sadly, not everything was going my way. The chest was trapped. It wasn't anything that could get me killed, but the poison and the slight paralysis were enough to put me completely out of commission, made escape impossible too. It's a good thing I had a potion with me, crafted to me by my lovely little friend Kanna. I mean, of course that's a good thing, right?

Oh, that little bitch is playing pranks on me. She had laced the damn potion with an aphrodisiac! Now I understand why she was giggling so eerily when she gave me half a dozen of these "travel vials", and told me to glug up their fruity contents if I'm stuck by a deadly bug or some other venomous animal. It did help me get back on my feet, but by the time I made it back to that tavern with a weird name, I was feeling wet, distracted and quite honestly bothered. It's not a pleasant feeling walking around the town with no spare panties and a constant throb in your groin. All I could think of was sex and dicks.

I met up with Hassour and presented him with a gift, and insisted that what I want to talk about is really important. He was happy with me, even gave me a head pat - treating me like a god-damn child! - and said that he'd chat with me as much as I want. He was way too dense to realize I was horny though, or maybe he did notice it but isn't into me, or was just trying to not offend me.

At least I hope he's dense…

He describes the Ashlanders not only as tribal, but also as the direct descendants of Aldmer who followed the Prohpet Veloth in their exodus from Summerset Isles during the Merethic Era. Sure, they're still the same grey-skinned Dunmer like the rest of the natives, but their traditions and customs have not changed since those ancient days of the High Velothi Culture. They reject the doctrines of the Temple and the Tribunal as the whole, and believe in ancestor worship in addition to more traditional daedric worship. To them, the three good daedra aren't just anticipations of the living gods, no mere spirits, but actual gods to be worshipped in place of the Tribunal. That's what I believe as well… Not that I worship them or anything, but yeah, they're gods. That's not debatable if you ask me.

Ashlanders don't have a unified leader either, as evident by the fact that there are several different tribes. Instead, for each local tribe, there's an Ashkhan they follow as their leader, who always has a small council of warriors and advisors working for him. Each tribe also has a "wise woman", who's a spiritual leader for the tribes. He also talked a lot about their culture and customs in general, and as someone who's lived her entire life in the Empire, it all seems to alien to me.

He then described the Nerevarine cult as just a small subset of the Ashlanders, the most notable of which can be found within the tribe of Urshilaku. Their camp is located somewhere along the northern coasts of Vvardenfell facing the islands of Sheogorad region. Being nomads, they rarely settle in just one place, but searching there should be a safe bet. He even gave me directions to their last confirmed semi-permanent location, and with that, I went on my way.

Lastly, I delivered the tanto to Aengoth. He said that he's happy with me, but also noticed that something was wrong with me. He seemed rather curious about it, and he was acting strangely flirty too. It was just awkward, because he was acting like some senile pervert desperate to get laid, despite being pretty young. Besides, not to be harsh or anything, Bosmer men aren't exactly my type. I just kind of excused myself quietly from that situation, and rode a Silt Strider back to Balmora.

As soon as I got back home, I approached Kanna, annoyed, calling her out on her little prank, asking what in Oblivion she put in it. She acted very apologetic, but I could tell that it was a ruse. It was so obvious that she wasn't apologetic at all. She just joked about how she might've forgotten to tell me about side effects, giggled and said that it should be no problem at all. She actually tapped me on my ass twice and told me to just do something about it.

When I told Karim what his sister had done, he just sighed and asked if there was anything I wanted him to do about it. It was a little embarrassing to say it out loud, so I just leaned towards him and whispered it instead. You know, we hadn't done it since that one time, so why not do it again?

I really don't even know why we don't do it more often. I'm into him, and he's into me, so why not? He's so big, so damn good too. We didn't bother long with foreplay; in fact, the only thing we did was kiss and caress each other while we undressed each other. Me sitting on his lap led us to the first position too, no need to lay down or anything like that. I just rested my body on his muscles and his shoulders, enjoyed having him wrap those big arms around me and grab me gently, and I rode his dick in this position. I came so many times thanks to having been horny all day, but I was still just hungry for more. Of course I let him cum inside too.

I could tell that he was still raring to go though, so I cleaned his dick with my mouth, holding the still erect cock in my both hands, having my tongue run across the shaft. He was caressing my cheek, ran his fingers through my blonde hair, and I felt him touch my earlobe too. I asked him if he likes his little elven slut, wondering if he likes it. I even described myself as a slave to his cock, begging him to fuck me like a whore.

That's what he did. He pinned me down on the bed, grabbed my ass and did me from behind, trying to slam his cock balls deep with each powerful thrust. It was clear to me that he was fucking me with all his strength, as hard as he could, but there was no pain, only pleasure. I was moaning louder than I can recall in a very long time. He threatened to fuck me so hard I won't walk in a week! Well, he at least succeeded in making sure I wasn't leaving his bed until morning, until he willed it, and used me throughout the evening late into the night until he just eventually fell asleep, way too tired to continue.

Kanna was suspiciously quiet throughout the whole night though. I wonder if she was jealous? I know your secrets too… Don't think I don't know you and Karim fuck a lot… Oh, who am I kidding, of course she's not jealous. That was this little pervert's plan probably all along. I bet Karim was in on it too. I bet she was even schlicking herself while spying on us fucking, wishing she was there in my place.

She was smiling so happily to me when she was making us breakfast too, asking if I slept well, promising to warm up a bath for me, jokingly referring me as her sister-in-law. I just replied to her positively. She also asked if I was angry at her. Honestly, as annoyed as I initially was yesterday, I'm quick to forgive her though, so I shook my head. I can't stay mad at her.

That's not to say I appreciate her playing practical pranks on me, as they could get me in real trouble in the future. I might have to get back at her sometime later…

Sun's Dusk, 11th, 3E 427

I returned to Caius, and instead of giving me time, he said that I should immediately seek out this tribe Hassour mentioned. However, that's not all. When I eventually am to approach them, I will be telling them something very, very specific, and shocking. This something shocked me as well. Here's a brief recreation of our one-hour long talk.

He told me to sit down, and so I did. He had a serious look on his face, and asked me, "have you ever wondered why it is that the Emperor ordered for you to be released from the prison?"

"Well, yeah, I have… It still puzzles me to this very day… But didn't you say that it was regarding all of this information I'm collecting?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you in specific", Caius said with that usual, stone-faced expression of his. "The truth is, you relate to the Nerevarine prophecy."

"…Excuse me… What?"

He handed me a letter. "Here, this is the very letter that was included inside the package you gave to me, except it has been decoded. You should read it."

I did as was asked, with my heart pumping hard. I had no idea what he was talking about, but the letter explained it all to me. I had to read it at least three times, because my mind just wandered off constantly while trying to piece it all together. It said what I already knew, that I was meant to join the Blades under Caius's leadership, and described the prophecy - or the "local superstition" - in a one simple sentence. Then, it went on to claim that I have "the appearance of meeting the conditions" of this prophecy, and that his majesty, the Emperor is taking the matter extremely seriously. So, in short, the Emperor thinks that I'm the Nerevarine. I refused to believe the letter at the time, telling myself over and over again that this has to be some kind of prank set up by Caius to test me, but fuck me, he's being serious. Him and the Emperor really seem to think I'm the Nerevar Incarnate.

"An orphan and an outcast, a youth born on a certain day to uncertain parents", I read out a loud, reciting parts of the prophecy. "That doesn't really explain how I have the appearance of the meeting conditions, whatever that's supposed to mean."

"Well, I can't comment personally", he said, and picked up a Skooma pipe from the floor with his shaky hands. "I have my suspicions about you myself, but the Emperor's informants and confidants have taken this seriously enough for them to spend resources on this, and to put their trust in you. They wouldn't do this if they didn't think there was something to this prophecy."

"But I know who my parents are…" I commented.

"Well, at least you think you do."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Can you be sure? You told me yourself that you were separated from your mother when you were young. Are you sure you remember everything correctly? Can you really be sure she was your real mother?"

Those words got me thinking, as I really can't be sure. I've believed all my life that woman was my mother, and I still believe that, but that's all it is, a belief. I can't know for sure, because gods only know what happened to her after her arrest. "Then, what does this mean for me?"

"I don't know… It's hard to say yet… I certainly don't believe that you're going to reunite all the houses and the tribes to drive out the invaders of Morrowind, whatever that's supposed to mean… No offense to you or your abilities, but I just don't see it happening. Of course, if you are a genuine article, who knows… According to the information you've already gathered, Nerevar did it once. Who's to say it can't be done again?"

Well, Caius is definitely right about me not wanting to drive out all the n'wah, as many of the more xenophobic Dunmer would like to believe, but since the text here says invaders rather than outlanders, who's to say that it can't refer to an collective enemy… The false gods? The prophecy also talks about re-establishing the ancient laws and customs of the Dark Elven nations. Maybe it's referring to something else, like the Sixth House for example? Dagoth Ur is considered an evil being by the Dunmer. I can't imagine it referring to the Empire for sure, but maybe it could refer to those other things.

I'm not sure if I believe in all of this, but I at least will continue my quest of gaining more information on the subject. Caius said that I should be honest about this prophecy when I meet up with the leaders of the Urshilaku tribe, and claim to be the Nerevarine. They will likely test me and challenge my claim. No, not just likely. Definitely. This is THEIR prophecy after all, the very thing they've named their cult after. They will take the matter extremely seriously, and with extreme caution.

Fuck me, I'm so nervous… I talked to Kanna and Karim already, telling them everything, and he said that they'll both accompany me on this journey. Like, he just straight up said he'll drop everything he's been doing and said that he will accompany me on my trip no matter what. And since Kanna can't be left alone yet, she'll have to come too. I won't object to either of them coming along at all.

It's going to be a long road through the Ashlands and we likely have to sleep in the wilderness too, so we're gonna pack a lot of extra stuff. That's not even taking weather into consideration yet, as those ashstorms can surprise travelers from out of nowhere. Not sure how much food we'll find either, but we will at very least survive. I hope.

Sun's Dusk, 21st, 3E 427

I didn't get time to write properly on my trip, which was just about as harsh as I expected it to be. Maar Gan was the furthest we were able to go on a Silt Strider, and after that, we walked by foot towards no man's land. On the first day of the trip we made it to a small cave we turned into a makeshift camp and had ourselves a safe night along with a fulfilling meal. Never thought Nix-Hound could taste so yummy.

Second day, we were tormented by a nasty ashstorm. Winds blowing to our faces, we battled through it for a while until we felt like we had to retreat to a Dwemer ruin for shelter. By the time the storm died down, it was already too late to continue. We ended up keeping ourselves busy by locking ourselves in a tower and playing nine-holes for a while. We gambled by playing truth or dare, and ended up revealing some secrets to each other. Kanna said that she'll love to marry her brother to my face, while also revealing to us that she's actually been chosen by Mephala as one of her many mortal champions. Wait, what the fuck has she been doing while I was away!?

I only lost once, so I admitted that I also find girls sexually attracted. Karim just responded by saying "we know", and told me to say something else. It bugged me off, because I've never admitted to him that I'm bisexual. Or have I? I can't even remember anymore. The problem is, I don't really hold secrets from them, so… Instead I talked about how Mistress Therana made me breed Kwama eggs and about how I actually kind of liked it.

We weren't interested in making Karim tell us any secrets, so instead we just bombarded him with dares. Yeah, he lost a lot. He's not as smart as we are, and we ganged up on him too. We essentially made him scout the ruins for us and come back with treasure over and over again. He didn't seem to mind. His response was to make me and Kanna, well… Make out. I know Kanna isn't as much into other girls as I am, but she was surprisingly happy to go along with it. So, we gave each other a wet and juicy tongue kiss, several actually. We couldn't stop until Karim was satisfied, which was only after like after two minutes or so.

Ah, that's not how I expected that day to go, but whatever… It was fun! Makes me wonder, could those two be interested in some threesome once we get back to Balmora?

On the third day, we reached the northern coasts where the barren Ashlands meet the equally barren Sheogorad Isles. We're talking about a HUGE geographical region with a TINY population, with half of these people living here probably being necromancers, vampires, crazy daedra worshippers, and other outcasts of polite society. The weather was beautiful, but it was a nasty mix of cold winter breeze and hot volcanic breeze. How have these Ashlanders managed to live here in the middle of absolute fucking nowhere throughout the years? I would go crazy in less than a month.

We found a good campsite of our own. Karim and Kanna set it up while I scouted the area. I found the Urshilaku camp nearby, which was incredibly lucky. It was only fifteen minutes away from our own camp, almost by the sea, in the shadow of some old daedric ruin, probably another shrine to Mehrunes Dagon. There's a lot of those in Morrowind.

Then, on the fourth day, I approached the tribe alone, making sure to follow all the proper protocols and customs to not offend or alarm anybody. I could not just barge into any yurt I wanted, especially not into yurts of anyone important. I had to follow a "ladder" - if you will - and take each step carefully to not slip and fall back down. Nobody was willing to talk to me first though, even though I had made sure to not present myself as a threat. They just stared at me, quietly and wary, almost as if telling me to go away. It was then that I found a man sitting beside a small rock. He looked hungry, thirsty too. I offered him a flask of water and a small snack, and he thanked me dearly. I had finally found someone who was willing to lend me an ear.

He did not believe a word I was saying about maybe being the Nerevarine, but he also said that I'm awfully well-spoken and well-mannered for an outlander, and above everything else, respectful and sincere, saying I wouldn't come all the way here for no reason. He took me one of the Gulakhans, who in turn interviewed me before deciding if I would even be worthy of meeting their Ashkhan. It didn't take much convincing, so I was soon face to face with the man himself.

Sul-Matuul is his name, and we sat down, talking to each other at length. He commented that someone who's not part of the Nerevarine cult cannot be the true incarnate, and as an outlander and an outsider, I'm by default not part of that cult. Additionally, he said that he's not at the end of the day qualified to judge whether I am the Nerevarine or not, as only the wise woman has the final say on the matter. He didn't let me see her, not at that point anyway.

He would give me a chance to prove exactly how committed I was to this thing. He could adopt me as a clanfriend of the Urshilaku tribe, which would allow me to join the cult, but only, and ONLY if I could pass a test of his own. All I had to do was go retrieve his father's bow from their tribe's burial caverns.

Now, if you're thinking that sounds easy, well you'd be fooled, exactly like I was. Sul-Matuul said I have to do it alone, saying that he knows I'm not alone, that they know of our little camp. Even still, I didn't think that place would be that dangerous. Oh, how wrong I was. The vengeful spirits of the past weren't welcoming towards me.

On the fifth day I entered the cavern having had a day for resting and preparation, and I fared well at the start. Rats near the entrance, skeletons and ghosts, nothing proved too problematic against me. Even the natural barriers like underground lakes, cliffs and ledges, all conquered with Alteration magic. Don't have to get your feet wet when you can walk on water, and don't have to move a muscle when you can levitate.

In the middle of the burial chamber was a large, circular room with a pillar running through the middle. It was like a giant tube or something, with water underneath, and a small, rocky bridge leading me up. There were several doors, each leading to a different part of the burial, and I had no idea which was the right one. Nobody told me. My gut told me that it could be the one at the top, but not sure what mental gymnastics made me pick the first door up the road instead.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. I crossed a deep pond and turned right to find a skeleton. A fireball, a dodge and three swings of a dagger later, the enemy crumbled to the ground in an unmoving pile of bones. I wasn't really being particularly stealthy at the time, and I wasn't really paying attention either. Something grabbed into me from behind, wrapping its arms around both of mine. I tried to struggle, but it was too powerful. There were more of these zombified creatures which made my panic set in. They were fast too, way faster than I ever anticipated. Before I even realized it, they had me surrounded completely.

I couldn't hold to my weapon, and having my hands pinned against the floor, I couldn't really use any magic either. I was on my back, with one of them putting all his weight on my arms, and the other one trying to force its way on top of me. Kicking just made it worse, and it eventually managed to get its filthy hands on me, assaulting my clothes. They didn't want to kill me, but rather to rape me.

Not even one minute later, all of my armor and clothes were completely ruined and in pieces. Rock-hard boner was hovering above me and the creature had a firm grip on my legs, keeping me from flailing and kicking. I shook my head and screamed no, but they didn't understand, they don't even have feelings beyond lust. The zombie penetrated me, putting all his weight on me.

I knew this was just temporary as they don't know how to strip me of my magical capabilities, but it didn't make the situation any easier. Pinned to the ground, I didn't even resist, because I knew it was all pointless. I just watched that soulless corpse fuck me and suffered my body giving in to the stimulation it was being forced to take. Soon, he cummed, but another immediately took its place. Another cock raped my soiled pussy, and I moaned in disbelief. This one made me cum too, and the whole thing just felt so draining and tiring. It's like my strength was being sapped away from me or something.

Yet another one took its place. I didn't even resist, I just took it. I mean, what else could I have done? I could do nothing. They just continued raping me until I eventually passed out.

I woke up to a sensation of something huge piercing me from behind. A huge bonewalker was fucking me. I was not in the same corridor anymore. In fact, it didn't appear that there was any kind of exit at all, suggesting that the only way to access this area might've been through underwater path. They didn't hold my hands down anymore, my magicka had also replenished, but along with this huge guy, there were also several other zombies. I was afraid to do anything, so I just let it continue, continuing to get gangraped over and over again. I was confident that they weren't going to try to kill me, no matter what.

At some point, they allowed me to catch my breath. I still felt that attacking them would've been useless, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to escape either. I looked around, and watched the five pillars erected across the room. I had noticed long before that you could get on top of them, but the idea just never struck me before then. What if I attacked them from somewhere high enough, so they couldn't retaliate? They can't cast spells, all they can do is hit you at close range. I don't understand why I didn't think of this before. Then again, even if I had thought of it before, it wouldn't have helped me escape getting raped in that small corridor… So whatever…

Water conducts electricity, and fire magic is effective against undead too. Needless to say, now that they couldn't defend themselves, I could take my time punishing them, laying them back to rest. After that, I dove under the surface to see where my escape route is first, and on the second try actually swam through it. I wonder if Alteration magic could help me breathe underwater? Would it be difficult? That could be handy. I picked up my dagger and some of the other pieces of equipment that weren't beyond saving, and escaped. I returned to my friends to report of my failure… Or rather, setback. I wasn't gonna give up! It's not a failure until I say so!

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