The Argonian Maid?...Nope!

I write what I dream, therefor it is sometimes foggy, chaotic...strange

 

I need to write it down before I loose the strings of dream fabric, so if you might want something more.... detailed, tell me

 

...oh and get some baguett 

 

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I remembered how I had meet Khzzar, the moment we walked through the ring of fire I thought back to how that had all begun



It was a week or so after that fucked up night in Bruma, excuse my language, not..because it is more or less literarelly..and in the months after happened so much, nowadays I care less for proper language than before.



The night after my first time of beeing drunk, at least the first time I could remember vagualy now, thanks to the mead and ale I had drowned myself into.



Oh how naive I had been and I had paid more than gold for that.

I felt sick when I woke, the alcohol had made everything blurry and my head, everything ached.

Thjorgall was there when my stomach rejected its contents, holding a bucket for me, giving me water to clean away the bitter taste and a potion to calm my stomach and my head.



But than I also could think much clearer than before and ...I can´t say I liked that because I could remember.



I could remember..pieces and pictures, broken sounds and smells that hammered in my head, making me nauseous again.

I could remember kisses that were at first ..nice...nice and sloppy and wet and harsh cuddles before Svenja pushed me backwards on the bed as we arrived in my room.

First it was only a feeling of annoyance that she made me bear all her weight..she was one big, muscled nord and I felt a bit suffocated. That she petted me further, made it better and than she kneeled and I could breath better.



Everything was blurred the next day, ripping clothes and hand where I felt uncomfortable with, laughter in which I didn´t join, feeling both aroused and uncomfortable, good and dirty in not such a good way when she gripped me and beared down, her hands ripping at my feathers.



I would get flashes of this night for months which brought up clearer images even when I didn´t want them.



The next morning there was blood on the linnen and feathers and if Thjorgall hadn´t me cleaned up after the ordeal I might have felt even worse.

Fun had turned quite sour and there was no clear turning point or an idea how to stop it.Thjorgall looked guilty as he helped me to tidy up, giving me some more potions.

Svenja was nowhere to see, I just remembered that she fell on me,snoring when she was done, like a felled tree and just as heavy and only than when the shock made way for shuddering and dry sobs, Thjorgall realised that it hadn´t been all play and fun.



I guess he dumped her in the hallway, I didn´t care the next day about what had happened to her, nor the following ones.

Thjorgall stayed with me, sitting with me on the cleaned bed, me leaning into him until I was steady enough to face the world.



The mage guild was my hiding place for the next days and I ...was not pleased with cats and their jokes, making the damned thing visible again by mixing a nice colouring potion that turned the furball permanently pink. Yeah cats are sneaky but they are not the only ones with good hearing and magic to see the invisble...and doors which open and close by themselves are also a dead give away.



I threw the flask into the room he went into, closing the door and he stayed pink for months before he found a cure.

Did I turn...colder these days, like Bruma? Could have been so...





They way I killed the wannabe vampire was also different to what I had once thought of myself.

He was electrocuted just as he entered the chamber, wanting to start ranting at me as the lightning fried him.

Not very me to give them not even a chance of explaining themselves.

But I also have seen him slaying a woman, openly in the streets.



I as too shocked to react at first when he stormed out of the inn, his sword drawn and cutting down the woman that was in his way...just for beeing in his way when he fleed...I guess there was no explaining needed.



Mostly I hid in the guildhall, making a wide berth around any woman that resembled Svenja..generally I avoided most people.



Oh did I mention that the Not-Really-a-Vampire wasn´t the only one I killed? The guy who killed an other woman, something with an amulet and hidden gold...pompeous, self righteous ass he was..not for long.





But in the end it was too much and I needed to get away before I killed someone not as selfdefense, I didn´t know myself at that point and wanted to get away.

And I also had looted and sold enough to the guy from the thieves guild, having a reason to go back to the imp-erial city.

I ...lent myself a horse in the middle of the night and went away, even more potions and scrolls in my knapsack and collected goods.



That I had a run inn with a redguard bandit...hard to believe but I guess it saved my brittle sanity.



When I had beaten him down, burned his clothes away with my magic as he tried to fight me...guess him kneeling half naked on the frozen ground ripped me out of the mood I was in, hesitating and him pleading for his life while he kneeled there and whimpered..it made me nauseous.



I had more than enough clothing, throwing some at him and screaming at him about his stupidity what he thought would happen to his wife and children when he was killed on the road...idiot.

So I took him with me, I on the horse and he running next to me, taking him to Weye with me.

He was one of the poorest, he shared a hut with two other families down at the waterfront.

I bid him farewell, dumping some food, clothing and other stuff I had no real use for at the waterfront.





Should have guessed the thieves guild would hear about it..and I hated it, the questions it brought.

My temper was still bad, but it was quite satisfying to punch Armand, it was worth the money I had to pay for that..deed.

Maybe that I was quite jittery and high on the potions I had taken to keep me going over the last days were also to blame that I went to the Bloated Float after that and bought a round for everyone.



I have no real Idea how exactly that happened but I meet the khajiit brothers there with their ...buddies and I can recall dancing or more like jumping around and there was an explosion when I mixed some potions into the mead and somehow cheese was involved.

One of the brothers had a whole wheel of cheese and we hollowed it out and poured mead and potions in it to see what would happen, or was it wine?





In the end the whole thing exploded and liquified cheese was everywhere, good thing it was only lukewarm, not molten by heat but by magic.



Either I was thrown out of the window, or I jumped to get away from the angry cats, or did I jump because the rats came pouring out of their hiding places and the brothers had to run very fast and very far or they would have been devoured.



I go with the latter I guess. Don´t ask me where the cheese came from, strings of it were found after weeks still, no matter that Ormil threw a cleaning fit and the float was closed for days while the elf scrubbed every corner and crevice with hands and magic.







Khzaar was the dark brooding hulk in the corner. He told me he sat there nearly every night in his corner, nursing his mead and beeing a grouch until the whole dancing and cheese explosion.

His howling laughter was like the roar of a dragon and he kept the rats away from me, both of us covered from head to toe, cleaning it off in the lake and talking to each other.





He had no place where he needed to be, taking work where he found it, most times the more bodily, brutish work..he rarely laughed and...I changed that, we became friends over beeing covered in gooey cheese, swimming in the lake and resting in the grove on the isle where the imperial city stood...we slept quite well and I didn´t need any potions that night, cuddled up to a red scaled, bad tempered argonian that others feared greatly because of sharp teeth and even sharper claws.





The next day we went for Cheydinhal...we both thought it was better to avoid certain cats and golden skinned mer