Category Archives: 4E 203

Mira cast a quick healing spell on her hands and watched the fresh blisters shrink and disappear. When was the last time she’d helped around the farm? When she was ten? Even then, she’d not really helped. She’d been a kid following Mom around the garden; the personal garden Mom maintained for the vegetables theyContinue reading “4E 203 – Mom’s Side”

Tara hiccupped and looked at the man. “Wha’d you say?” She blinked. He was out of focus, and attempting to split into two. “I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he said. The man was an Imperial, medium build, with black hair, longish, and swept back from his forehead to reveal a widow’s peak. HeContinue reading “4E 203 – The Penitus Oculatus”

“Tara?” Tara finished off her fourth mead. She needed to stop. She needed to get on the road. You need to stop drinking so much. She turned toward the voice, Laila’s, and immediately found herself pulled into a hug. Laila had wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. With their height difference, LailaContinue reading “4E 203 – Two For Me, One For You”

Katla folded Tara’s letter and wiped her eyes. Oh, Tara, she thought. If only she could hold her right now. Tara had written about the fight with Norring, the new orders from Legate Rikke, and, finally, about what else had happened in Rorikstead. Not the wave she’d used to stop those twenty-five Stormcloaks soldiers. She’dContinue reading “4E 203 – Longing Urgency“

Tara stood still and studied Legate Rikke as she read some fresh notes a soldier had brought her. Captain Torell stood on the right side of the war table, Tara in front, and Rikke behind it. They were in her commander’s tent, parked just outside Fort Sungard. Torell was standing at attention. Tara had followedContinue reading “4E 203 – New Orders“

“Leave her alone,” Tara said. She stood up from the table inside the Sheepshead Inn in Granite Hill, where she and some of the garrison were enjoying food and drinks after another day of patrols. They’d been stationed here for a few weeks, since the Battle for Fort Sungard. Captain Torell’s garrison had been assignedContinue reading “4E 203 – Discipline“

Mira stared at the painting of Tara Geonette and marveled that she’d not noticed as a child it was protected by a thin magical barrier. No wonder it looked so bright, and fresh, so many centuries after it’d been painted. Then again, she’d avoided spending time at home as much as possible, even before TaraContinue reading “4E 203 – Family Traits”

Tara pulled her axe out of the chest of the dead Stormcloak. She knelt beside the Nord woman and studied her face. She reached out and gently closed her eyes. “Talos guide you,” she said. She stood and looked around the courtyard of Fort Sungard. Fighting was nearly finished. Up on the battlements, soldiers wereContinue reading “4E 203 – Choices”

“Your what?” Katla asked Mira. “Assistant,” Mira said. “It’s the perfect cover for you. No one here knows who you are, and it explains why you’re in the Synod Conclave’s library with me researching old tomes.” They were walking through the library, which, simply, was grand. Katla had to stop herself from gawking at allContinue reading “4E 203 – Coverings”

Tara studied the Imperial Legion soldiers from her perch above them, on Solitude’s walls. Perhaps the best thing about her home was its location along the city walls. Few buildings had an entry point along the top of the walls. She’d only seen guard towers and a few into Castle Dour, the castle the ImperialContinue reading “4E 203 – War”