JoS/Henriette/12th Journal - Scrolls
Rain's Hand, 30th, 4E 202
A little R&R always lets your body and mind heal, in our case more than just in one way. Since we had fully recovered and were back at peak performance, it was time for us to try our luck inside Blackreach and continue our journey. This massive cavern ended up being way bigger than we imagined. Same can be said about the mushrooms. It's unbelievable to me that a place like this existed right under our feet.
We were really lucky to find an old Dwemer building suitable for resting inside Blackreach, which was used as a field laboratory for some alchemist named Sinderion. He's been doing some kind of research on a cousin of Nirnroot native to this cave which takes a shade of crimson. As someone who's fond of alchemy and gardening, I found it very intriguing, but not intriguing enough to distract me from my true goal. I bet it doesn't even have any difference to the original one apart from the color of its leaves.
There's a fireplace for making food here, an alchemist's lab and an enchanter's table, and even a bench which could be used for repairing armor. The bed looks good enough as well. Like I said, suitable for resting! It looks like a good base of operations for us, especially considering its close proximity to the lift that takes us to the surface.
However, it seems that we've got new problems to worry about.
It had been a long day of us not only traveling up the mountain to reach the great lift, but also excavating the area inside the shack, and we were both tired. So, we locked the door tight and went to sleep. I thought I had woken up because it all felt so real, but I was in a new strange realm, just like a week or so ago in Winterhold. The place was different this time, but like last time around I'm 100% sure it happened, like for real, it happened.
It was another strange plane of Oblivion I was stuck inside, stark naked. This time it was outdoors, and we were surrounded by greenery. The night-sky for some reason felt unusually bright and there was this strange, multi-colored, opaque mist around us. There was also one person there besides me, a tall and muscular Dremora with tiny horns and a bright red skin. He spoke to me, he welcomed me, and he talked about how he has been watching me, observing me… About how he's so proud of what I've become. However, he never introduced himself to me, not even after I asked him who he was. He just told me that he's "that which I yearn for". I also asked him about if he had anything to do with the last dream I had, to which he simply responded by saying that it was not a dream of mine I saw. That kind of sounds similar to what that apprentice was going on about too, as she called it "her dream".
Then, he went on to say that it's not nice to pry into other people's dreams, and said that he ought to punish me for what had happened. Worst of all, since I was naked and powerless just like the last time around, there really was no way for me defend myself against what was gonna happen next.
The Dremora went on to grab me and instantly pin me to the ground, saying that he was gonna help me create a special dream of my own. You'd think that in a lucid dream like this you'd have a control over your surroundings, but there really was nothing I could do to "imagine" him away. Quite the opposite. Being pinned by him, I just opened my legs up for him. I was already wet and horny too. I told him to get out of my head, to which he simply responded by saying that I'm the one who invited him in. "After all, isn't this what you really want", he asked mockingly.
His mockery was accompanied by the thrust of his dick, which in turn was followed by my loud moan of approval. He began thrusting more, slowly molding me to the shape of his dick. "See?", he said, "You do enjoy this", and he was right. It may have been a dream but it felt every bit as real as any sex I've had. He reminded me of what had happened in the Cidhna Mine and about how I enjoyed a lot of what happened there was well. He said that I can't deny it either because he was watching me closely. Those two months of being a sex slave left a permanent mark on me, and I according to him, I could never go back, that my body would forevermore yearn for more punishment, for me to return to that state, and for me to be a slave once more.
Of course I denied it. Of course that's not what I want! My words didn't convince him though, especially not since he was on his way to making me cum. He even held a collar in his hands, and locked it in my neck, all while I was helpless to raise my arms to protect myself. Like, really. My hands were free, but I just couldn't move them. "You even let yourself be marked as a slave willingly", he said.
Not long after that, he cummed inside me, which turned out to be just first of many times. He had more toys for me, which included piercings to both my nipples and my clitoris, and a pair of big, bulgy plugs, one for my vagina and another one for my anus. He of course wasn't gonna stick them in quite yet, as he had way more cum to give me, but the fact that they were waiting for me besides him as he continued to violet me was a constant reminder of what was to cum.
Eventually, after giving me loads of cum, he stuck the first plug in. Next one he pressed against my anus, and bead by bead it filled me up deep. All of this he sealed up with a chastity belt which he proceeded to lock in tight, saying that he was only gonna take it off after I admitted that I wanted his dick. I was adamant though, and said that I wasn't gonna admit to shit. His response? Whipping me.
He tied my hands tight, and then tied me up to a pole and leathery cracks of the whip struck against my back with stinging pain. It was just as real as the sex had been, just as real as anything I had ever felt. He asked me if I was ready to admit to being a filthy whore, but of course, I wasn't gonna say anything. He was gonna keep doing this all night long though, or so he said…
This is when I woke up. Sofia had woken me up, and she was a little distressed and confused. The door had been locked so nobody could've gone in and out, but yet I had been dressed in all that bondage gear? Yeah, every piece of equipment that Dremora forced me to wear in my dream was now somehow, magically dressed on me.
This is when I finally realized that what I experienced with that apprentice, and what I experienced just now was no mere dream. It had all happened for real.
Sofia of course thought that I had gone out, which I of course denied. I explained everything that had happened, and she believed me. Now the problem at hand was how to get rid of all this stuff. I do carry tools and keys around to get rid of these things, but they're not the best, and Sofia's not as skilled a thief as I am. Even still, I can't really pick what I can't reach or see, not even I am that skilled, so I had to rely on Sofia nonetheless.
Getting rid of the shackles on my hands as well as the chastity belt was all she could manage without problem. Getting rid of that collar took some time, and the nipple piercings were beyond her ability. Luckily, I was able to get rid of them at that point myself. In fact, together we were able to get rid of everything except for the clitoral piercing. None of the tools were delicate enough for it, and I doubt we will find anything that is. I have to carry it a while longer…
The mark on my stomach is constantly visible now, I'm still so horny. Damn it, I haven't even encountered any enemies here yet, and I'm already in this sorry state…
We still don't know what to do. Continue this journey, or get away from here for now? We can always come here and try again and again, but if I get myself caught in this state, with this vibrating magical gem attached to my clit, there's no way I'd be able to resist at all… Sofia can always run away, but will she be able to save me alone? Besides, what if I see another one of those dreams again? Will that Dremora just tie me up again? I fear it could be so… I'm afraid to even go to sleep at this point…
Still, based on what we've seen, it's not that dangerous out there. Most dangers - like that giant Dwemer automaton - probably lurk behind us.
Rain's Hand, 31st, 4E 202
((This entry is pending a rewrite to expand on what happened.))
We decided not to leave, not quite just yet. I turned out to be a good decision, as we might've found what we're looking for. I don't know yet.
Before that though, there were two things I found out down here. First, I can deal with this vibrating piercing. It's not that unstable, it has only activated itself once so far. That's definitely something I can deal with. Second, we found out that Falmer have a lot of slaves here. I mean, a lot. Men, women, young, old. Most of them are being kept in some giant Dwemer fortress in the middle of this cavern, where most of the Falmer seem to live.
That kind of suggests that we don't have to fear for our lives either, but it also worries me. It must be hard to keep that many people in check. There must be a lot of powerful Falmer here. Getting caught here would be really bad.
So anyway, we're now inside some tower. I remember Septimus talking about a tower too, and the mechanism inside this building looks mighty impressive and important. Remember that mammoth-sized floating orb I told you about? Well, you could probably fit ten of them inside of this thing. On top of it, there are all kinds of mirrors and light sources too, all of which can be moved using some weird Dwemer machine. I have no idea how to operate it though… This might take a while, especially since I feel like I'm not making any progress using it. Sofia got bored of watching me try, so she's trying her luck now.
Rain's Hand, 1st, 4E 202
((This entry is pending a rewrite to expand on what happened.))
I can't believe it, we actually found it! We managed to operate the machine to open up the massive thing in front of us, and it contained the scroll! We must bring it to Castle Volkihar immediately!
We also found another way outside using the lift in the same tower the Elder Scroll was located. Sun was just rising and its rays pierced my eyes like never before. It was so blinding, but at the same time, strangely satisfying. It may be a little painful to stand under its rays, but it's also a proof of my freedom, proof that I made it back to the surface.
We don't exactly know where we are right now, but looking by the mountains and sights around us… I think I recognize one of the old stone towers in the distance. It's right next to Dawnstar if my memory serves me right.
We're currently holed up in a tent. There was some kind of camp site right outside the lift. Looking at it, it really looks like it's impossible to open it from the outside, but why did they leave their stuff behind? Oh well, I hope they're not nearby. I don't really feel like fighting anyone.
We'll head towards that tower soon.
Second Seed, 2nd, 4E 202
Since we were in Dawnstar, we had a perfect opportunity to visit the Sanctuary. They were happy to see me safe and sound, and I was extremely happy to meet four new recruits seeking glory with us. The Brotherhood is already bigger than it was in Falkreath, but whenever these initiates are actually going to stay alive for more than three contracts still remains to be seen. Nazir wondered what had I been up to and said that I should visit more often to actually get them some work. I said that I try, but I'm a busy woman. Oh, and you should've seen the look on his face when I showed him what I had found. I told him to keep it a secret.
He also wanted to talk business. He said that we should reform the Black Hand. With me as the Listener, I should pick out some Speakers for myself. Basically, I can choose anyone I find to be qualified, short of Cicero, who's the Keeper. Can't have him doing double duty!
For that role, Nazir is obviously very suitable, but he said that none of the remaining senior members he talked to were that were that interested. For now, we're going to have a situation where we have just one Speaker. I myself will also perform Speaker's duties every time I come here, but I'll let Nazir handle most of the work. It only makes sense that way, since he handles the contracts anyway.
I'm sadly not able to stay here a whole lot longer, as I'll be leaving tomorrow with Sofia, but I've done my work here. I prayed to the Night Mother and gave new contracts forward, so my duty here is more or less done for now!
Second Seed, 3rd, 4E 202
We stopped by in Dragon Bridge to buy and sell supplies. We kind of get the impression that we aren't welcome here. Some of them recognize us, some look us the wrong way, but most don't talk to us. There was one citizen who told me to go away and leave them be, to which I simply replied nothing.
When we got out from the general goods shop - where we were surprisingly made feel very welcome - we saw some of the citizens talking with guards. We thought nothing of it since we've done nothing wrong here and proceeded to visit the blacksmith. He was really wary of me, but I tried to be as nice as polite as possible to put up a good impression, show that I'm not anyone he should be worried about. I ended up buying some iron because I needed to craft some tools to finally get rid of this damned jewel stuck to my clit. He let me use his forge after I paid him some extra. I guess he was warming up to me a little and was willing to let his guard down… Or maybe he was scared.
Then, I proceeded to try and remove the thing… And I broke my tool. Part of it got stuck inside the lock. I couldn't believe it, I was mortified. I'm not skilled enough to fucking remove a broken piece of metal from an already delicate lock! I turned towards the blacksmith, who at this point had figured out what was going on and what I was trying to do. He was willing to help me out if I pay up…
It was a little embarrassing spreading my legs to him. It made me a little horny and blush too. It didn't look like he was attracted in children though, so it didn't really matter that he got a close-up view of my private parts… Sadly, he quickly said that the lock is beyond his skill level, especially with the piece stuck inside. At this point, he seemed really scared of me doing something to him, but I just thanked him for being so helpful and tried to smile.
It was pretty clear to me after this that the guards weren't really interested in helping the citizens get rid of us. That was… Good, I guess? They simply just kept talking to each other, saying I'm not their problem and how they're not willing to get hurt or maybe even die fighting us, especially since we were not causing trouble. One of them politely told me to leave the village. I just clicked my tongue and said I'm not here to cause trouble, I just want to rest on my journey.
Something tells me that we aren't going to get comfortable sleep though. We kind of have to sleep with one eye open, or rather, with one of us constantly awake. We can't have these guards or villagers sneaking up on us while we're defenseless.
Like really, I've become famous in these parts of Skyrim, and not in a very good way…
Second Seed, 3rd, 4E 202
We shared multiple hugs, me and Serana. She had heard a lot of news going around, but she wasn't sure which ones she could attribute to me. She didn't think it'd take so long for me to come back, so she had lost all hope.
Before I could deliver the news about the second scroll to Lord Harkon though, Serana stopped me, whispering "He doesn't have to know". It puzzled me at first, but she wasn't willing to explain herself, not here. She did say that she had figured out where her mother might be, and she was being a little secretive about it. I feel like I'm betraying Lord Harkon's will, but since Serana is important to me as well, I'll do as she says.
Her idea was that her mother is somewhere inside this castle, but the way it looks now… That might not be the case anymore. She has definitely been here though, just not recently, not in many years.
In order to find this place, we had to jump through quite a few rings and hoops. There was an entrance to an old waterway at the side of an island. Through it, we made it to the old courtyard with a garden. That place truly hadn't been tended to in centuries. For a fan of flowers and gardens, it was a sorry sight to see.
Serana's mother had left us a little puzzle to solve. It took us some time alone to figure out that the place held a message, and an hour to figure out how the puzzle could actually be even solved. There was a moon dial in the middle of the garden, and by placing missing crests into place, we opened a secret doorway to an old, ancient wing of this castle, a wing that hasn't been used in equally long time.
There were a lot of skeletons and gargoyles guarding the way, but the three of us had no problem. I always forget exactly how useful Serana is to have around. I wouldn't mind dragging her along with my adventures… Three little Vampire girls is always better than two. Wouldn't you agree, dear diary? I should probably recruit Babette as well to make it four! Dawnguard would think twice about crossing us after that…
Which reminds me, where have they been anyway? They haven't been bothering me lately, thank Sithis for that. Vigilants haven't been bothering us either. Maybe they all got scared? Would the mighty Dawnguard really be scared of bunch of little girls!?
Anyway, Serana has a reason to believe that her mother has used a portal in this room to travel to Soul Cairn. It certainly sounds like a good hiding place, not going to lie, but… We're not exactly sure what to find there, or if it's even possible to get back safely. I mean, surely it is? Serana seems confident. I'm a little scared, but I'll trust her on this one.
I probably won't be able to write anything once I'm there, so… Expect some tales from my adventure to the grimmest of all afterlives later, my sweet diary.
Second Seed, 5th, 4E 202
Calling the Soul Cairn an inhospitable hellscape would be putting it mildly. It was a harrowing, nightmarish plane of existence, an endless place of suffering for those trapped inside, helpless to escape it clutches. I could perhaps write an opus only from the things I saw inside, but I'll try to focus on the important things and not talk about all those poor souls who were wailing to me about their suffering. It's depressing, you know? I have to think twice before using Soul Gems in the future. I already have made the decision to never ever touch a Black Soul Gem, and my journeys here just reinforce that decision.
Anyway, the big takeaway is that we succeeded in coming back to Skyrim. We're resting and recovering in Dragon Bridge now. Serana is with us too. We have all three scrolls in our hands and Harkon doesn't even know it… Or does he? Something tells me that he might have his suspicions about how we're been acting lately, and now that even Serana has disappeared from his castle, from right under his nose… He has to know something's up.
So, to stay on topic of Serana's family, let's talk about her mother.
Going there definitely made me rethink my allegiance to Harkon. We found Serana's mother Valerica pretty quickly, but getting to her was impossible at first. She had set up a protective barrier and imprisoned herself inside a castle located there. There was a way to disable the barrier, but not even Valerica herself could do it, not while stuck inside.
Also, she was NOT happy to see us.
She knew more about the prophecy than we did, which was partially the reason she had sealed Serana away and escaped to this place to begin with. It also became apparent to us that Harkon has been neglecting to tell me some important details about the prophecy, which he presumably knows a lot about himself. Serana also knew about all of this to some extent, but even she didn't know all the details… It's strange that she was willing to accept my help considering she knew I trusted Harkon. Maybe she was confident that I'd turn around once we'd learn more? Well, she was not wrong about that. Despite us knowing only for a short while, she seems to understand me very well.
To complete the prophecy, a Daughter of Coldharbor, a pureblooded female Vampire must be sacrificed. Harkon wants to use Serana's blood to corrupt Auriel's Bow. That's the only way for Harkon to plunge the world into eternal darkness. It's so strange for me to think that he could do something like that… To kill his own daughter without a second thought for something like this. What's more, Valerica wouldn't even want the prophecy to happen to begin with, no matter what the cost. What would a world without a sun even mean? It would be a cold, lifeless world and a far cry from the paradise Harkon wants for himself. He would be making too many enemies for him to survive in this new dark world, and there's not even a guarantee that other Vampire clans would be happy about it either.
So, that settles it. I won't be helping Harkon complete his prophecy anymore. I'm taking Serana's and Valerica's side in all of this. No way I'm letting any harm come to her. I feel like a fool for helping that liar to begin with, but how could I know? I was being manipulated by him, he was keeping secrets from me all along. Killing Harkon would solve a lot of problems…
But would I be able to do something like that? To kill one of the greatest Vampires to ever exist? A royal, pure-blooded Vampire who received his powers directly from Molag Bal himself? It sounds like an impossible task. Not even Valerica thinks it's possible, especially not for a little kid such as myself. Sure, she didn't know that I too have a little gift from the gods within me myself… But would even that be enough?
So anyway, part one of us completing our task in the Soul Cairn was to kill three of the keepers guarding the area. Only then would the barrier come down. This is where we started getting into some serious trouble.
Let's make no mistake about it, we're behind enemy lines, and the enemy knows we're here. They want us dead… Actually, no, death would be preferable to what they have in store for us. Most of the enemies were just dust and bones and no match for us, but those shades which used fire magic to their advantage… Huge problem. We're lucky there weren't too many of them alone, although when there were, they usually came in pairs. That said, the sheer number of enemies was able to get to us even though they were mostly weak. All of the three guardians were also strong foes, but luckily two out of three we were able to face alone. The last one though? Well, that was actually where we got most of our bruises from. With all his minions at his disposal, he was not an easy foe to beat.
At the point we had taken down the barrier and gotten back to Valerica, we were a sorry sight to see. Our equipment was ruined to the point of not being able to even cover up our private parts properly. She was questioning whenever I could truly be able to protect Serana when I was in this state and found the idea of us being able to defeat Harkon laughable, but at the same time, she had to recognize our accomplishments in taking out the guardians.
Next, it was the part two of our quest, and the good news now was that we had one extra ally with us to brave inside this castle and the boneyard within though. Bad news was that we had one giant obstacle in front of us: a dragon named Durnehviir.
I'm not talking about a normal dragon here. This was an undead dragon, a foe unlike anything else this place has to offer. Along with it, we were faced with many skeletons that it raised from the dead. It was an endless horde, and none of our attacks even seemed to do anything against our flying foe.
The battle was long and tiring, but we were eventually able to ground him. That's when something struck me down, an attack from below my waist when I was aiming at him. The Soul Gem attached to me started vibrating furiously and mercilessly, way harder than it had vibrated before. I had almost forgotten about it honestly, it hadn't turned on by itself in such a long time. Now though, it drove me insane in seconds. I dropped my bow in an instant and couldn't even pick it up. I fell to my knees and my allies were left having to fight the hordes alone. Seriously, it was the worst possible time!
Tide of the battle had turned completely, which resulted in me revealing one of my many trump cards. You see, I rarely rely on my Voice anymore. Shouting with thunderous powers don't exactly fit my fighting style, you know? I'm supposed to be a stealthy gal, a freaking assassin. I don't want too many people associating me, a girl infamous for being a criminal and a rumored Vampire, with the Dragonborn of legend either. Some select few deserve to know, but me being famous for it would just create more problems and more unwanted attention on me. I only tap into my reserves when I really, really have to! Anyway, forgive my rant.
I blasted my enemies away with my draconic powers empowered myself with a thunderous battle shout I learned through deep meditation. At that point, the vibrating had stopped, and the dragon had realized what he was truly against. It must've excited him, as he only was interested in me after that. We met face to face, his voice against mine, my blade against his claws. Miraculously, it was me who came out on top. I couldn't have done it alone, not without my allies taking care of the skeletons, that's for sure. Truly, Durnehviir was nothing like any of the few dragons I had previously faced. I wasn't even able to absorb his soul before its body just disintegrated before my eyes… Maybe because his soul already belongs to the Ideal Masters or something.
After that we got our scroll and shared some words with Valerica. She finally seemed like a believer in me. She had no idea that I was hiding that kind of power. She could trust me as Serana's friend now, which was great. Unfortunately she wasn't willing to leave that place. She's a Daughter of Coldharbor herself, and her blood can be used to corrupt the bow just like Serana's blood can. She's not willing to die either. I hope we can one day return to her bringing her news of Harkon's demise.
Before we were able to leave that place, Durnehviir returned. He descended in front of me outside the castle, and he spoke to me. He hadn't come back to fight, he had come back to pay his respects to the "Qahnaarin", as he had taken to calling me. Apparently, it means "Vanquisher". It was the first time he had been defeated in battle, and he recognized me now as his superior. Dragons have some strange customs, don't they? Strange, but respectable. He also had a request for me, a request to return to Tamriel. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about it, but apparently it's about as easy as baking a Snowberry pie! I just have to call his name! If I do that, he's willing to teach me some of his tongue. I mean, sure? You can never know too much about the Voice if you ask me. I suppose it might also be cool to have him help me on the battlefield too.
After that, we made it out with all three Scrolls in our possession, and it was time to read the rest of them. I still have a thrall of my own, a thrall that happens to be a Moth Priest, a thrall can read them… Well, used to. That useless fucker has gone blind!
Okay, he wasn't actually useless yet… He still had a way for me to read the scrolls.
We're going to travel to some Ancestral Glade here in Skyrim where a ritual can be performed to read the scrolls safely. Kind of makes me wonder, why didn't he think of this earlier? I guess it was his selfish desire to read the scroll himself. Well, what's done is done. No point crying over spilled milk.
Second Seed, 7th, 4E 202
We have decided to stay for a day in Rorikstead. It's pretty amazing that I have never actually stopped by in this place considering its location and close proximity to many places I have visited. People don't know me too well here either, so I kind of like it here. We also needed to trade a lot of supplies. We don't know where our adventure will take us after we leave the Ancestral Glade, but we know that we have to be prepared.
One of the first things I wanted to do was FINALLY get rid of this damned jewel. I have tried so many times to remove the piece stuck inside, but fiddling around with the lock usually just activates it and makes it vibrate uncontrollably. It usually goes all the way until I climax, so… It's kind of exhausting trying to repair it, you know? It's not something I'd be willing just anyone help me with either. Maybe Alvor? Okay, that might be a bad idea. His wife would murder me.
Amazingly, with enough time, enough patience and enough nerves, I finally, FINALLY was able to get the piece out from the lock. After that, I bought some tools from the local blacksmith. This time I was even more careful than the last time, and…
I'm rid of it! How long was it stuck to my crotch? A week? Ah, I feel so happy and free to be out of its influence! I was so happy I could cry!
It also seems that Dremora has not come back to haunt me in my dreams, which is a good thing. Hopefully it remains that way.
I spent the next hours of my time in the Frostfruit Inn talking to locals. I mostly just talked with a young man called Erik, who wants to leave this place and become an adventurer. I felt like butting myself into this would just create trouble considering that everyone's interest conflict here, so I decided to just wish him luck and leave it at that.
There are also two young girls living here in this village, as I found out after leaving the Inn. They're Sissel and Britte. I think they're twins, but I'm not sure. Their father Lemkil seems like a real piece of shit, and honestly, Britte is beginning to inherit those traits. They both hate Sissel, although Lemkil hates both of her daughters. Maybe Britte is just trying to prove herself to her father. There could be more to why she behaves the way she does.
Sissel seems like an interesting girl though, and she's very easy to feel sympathetic towards considering how much domestic violence she experiences. I made it clear from the beginning that I was her friend, someone who she could trust. She retorted by said that one of the guards had warned her about me, but I after I called the guards morons and laughed, I feel like I gained her trust. She doesn't like the guards too much either.
I talked about my adventures, she talked about what she likes to do. I talked about what I'm good at and she talked about how she wants to be a mage one day. She's currently receiving secret lessons from Jouane, a local elder, a gentle old Breton man who used to be a healer back in the days. I felt like I really connected with her, and we both decided to share secrets with each other.
She told me that see actually sees visions about an old grey dragon speaking to her, and that she believes she possesses some kind of power or immense magical talent. It wasn't much of a secret, at least compared to mine. You see, as a response, I pointed at my teeth simply told her that I'm a Vampire.
At first, I could see the color drain from her face. She was scared pissed. Can't blame an innocent village darling for that. I also told her that she doesn't have to worry about me doing anything to harm her. I can tell, she's weak, she's young, innocent and defenseless. I do not prey on the weak. I prey on the strong, on those who commit crimes, on those who deserve to face justice. I may be a criminal and a murderer in the eyes of the law, but in my own eyes I am a virtuous young woman. After that, she could understand why guards didn't like me, but she also was worried, why aren't they trying to arrest me? Well, I just said that they don't have proof, and reminded her that they are morons. I got her to laugh again. She still trusts me, which is great.
Sun was already setting. She was expected home, but we kept talking. She told me about how she was wanted revenge on her mean older sister and her horrible abusive father for quite some time now, but that she's also scared. She mostly sucks it up and takes the abuse because she knows she doesn't have any place she could go to. Her only real comfort here in this village is Jouane. I think she's having some kind of love affair with her teacher? That's kinky, not gonna lie…
Her father though, definitely a rapist, nothing consensual about what they're doing. Her father knows that she can't do shit to stop it from happening. Where could she even go if her father dies or is imprisoned? She'd be homeless. I'm not sure if I would even want Britte to become homeless like that. Not even she would deserve it.
Something has to be done though, but what?
Oh, what indeed. I told her that I have a place she can stay in. I'm an adventurer, I'm rich - I lied a little - and I can buy her all the books she needs for training. I could get rid of her father and give her a new home… What I suggested startled her, but it also seemed to excite her somewhat. She didn't understand though, why go through the trouble? Do I have ulterior motives?
Well, I simply said that I'm not home that often, and it would be nice having someone there cleaning and tending to the garden. It's quite in the middle of nowhere so she wouldn't have a lot of friends to talk to though, and that worried me… She seems to love social interactions, and I wouldn't want to take that away from her.
She said she has to think about it, after which I hugged her and whispered: "Just say the word and Lemkil is as good as dead".
I'll return here in a week, or maybe two, maybe three… I have no idea. I do have important errands that need attending to and I don't really have a schedule yet. If she hasn't made her mind by then, well… I won't do anything, but if she wants me to murder her father… I would love to butcher him like the filthy pig he is.
Well, it's my turn to go watch my girls while they sleep. You know, got to keep guard in case someone wants to hurt us or something. Sofia and Serana are both waiting at the Inn. We'll leave before dawn.