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What are the odds that his soul or at least a chunk of it wasn't actually inhabiting his body at the time of the confrontation?
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The answer to your musings lies in the last section... :hehe:
» Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:38 pm
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The answer to your musings lies in the last section... :hehe:
lol! Have I already mentioned that this story totally kicks @$$? I dunno which is more fun; being blind sided with a brain shattering twist or figuring something out and just sitting here going "Ooooooo!" You're breaking me of the habit of blinking I'll have you know, :stare: lol! I can never thank you enough for sharing your brilliance with us!
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Cartoon - Posts: 3350
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:36 am
I beg and beg you to come back and write...you leave for an eternity...and when I DO take a 'vacation' you come back and FILL you thread with goodies.
I.AINT.SPEAKING.TO.YA.
(massive sulk)
two seconds later
Oh what da hell!!! EYE LOVE ALL OF IT!!! GRR, Rumpie, I can't stay in a snit with you for more than two seconds!!!
:rofl:
:clap:
I.AINT.SPEAKING.TO.YA.
(massive sulk)
two seconds later
Oh what da hell!!! EYE LOVE ALL OF IT!!! GRR, Rumpie, I can't stay in a snit with you for more than two seconds!!!
:rofl:
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Kirsty Collins - Posts: 3441
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Tanika O'Connell - Posts: 3412
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» Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:20 pm
So.
This is pretty much the last we will see of Morgiah's previous life. We've gone all the way from Wayrest to the end of Firsthold, and everything you need to know about how her life reached this point is tucked away in those interludes somewhere. As of the next chapter, we will be residing exclusively in the present, and all hell is going to be breaking loose as Helseth's plan comes to completion. You have been warned!
Just to note; he exposition in this chapter deals in some part with the events in http://www.imperial-library.info/mwbooks/firsthold_revolt.shtml You'll understand more of what I'm babbling about with revolutions and Gialene if you read it; it's very short.
The King And I
Chapter Thirty-Four ? Interlude Thirteen; The Penultimate Reflection
Firsthold, Summurset Isle, Frostfall 3E 427. It is eighteen months before the present day. Morgiah is fifty-one.
It was dusk. The sky was a bowl above the world, violets and lilacs draining out of the west as if through some cosmic sinkhole. It laid an unreal light over the architecture of Firsthold. There was no point of origin; the sun had already disappeared and the moon had not yet risen. Just steady, dim dusk.
Of course, Firsthold had never really seemed real to Morgiah, not even after all these years. She counted them sometimes, when she forgot. Twenty? Twenty-one? Could it really have been so long? The years shimmered like soap bubbles; separate, remote. It was as if she had been living in a trance.
Over time in Firsthold she had achieved a kind of respect from the city's people, though their love had always eluded her. She supposed it was an acceptable substitute. The Revolt had been the turning point, she could see with the benefit of hindsight. It had all been the fault of that simpering royal concubine, Gialene ? that the girl thought she actually had a chance of cajoling Reman into marrying her said all Morgiah needed to know about her intelligence. Her plan to manipulate the commons' mistrust of their "Black Queen" to instigate a revolution had been a good base, she had to admit ? it had the scent of Elysana about it ? but in the end, it lacked the finesse to bear fruit. She had often wondered in amusemant at the outcome of locking Gialene and Elysana in a room together. As much as she was loath to admit it, Elysana could probably rip out the Altmer woman's entrails without displacing a single golden ringlet.
And of course, negotiating tricky situations such as the looming Revolt had been so much easier since her fateful trip to the Glenumbra Moors, and the artefact she had returned with?
When she thought back on reading the Infinium, the memories were like a paradise flower, each layer revealing a different colour and texture. To her, every page seemed deeper and more enduring than the last, though when questioned, she could not have articulated exactly what they held. One might think the conscientious reader would endeavour to go back and reread each page carefully before progressing to the next, but the nature of the Infinium was such that this notion never crossed Morgiah's mind, even had she not been so entirely captivated by the book's spell. You kept turning pages until the end, and when you finished, the book disappeared. That was the way it worked. Reaching the back cover was like waking from a dream; closing it was seeing the harsh morning light pouring through the window of your mind.
She had been right. Everything was different.
Her sight had sharpened. Not explicitly, but when she looked at something ? or someone ? there was the quality of being able to look through them, to the thoughts and desires that lay beyond. It was not so easy with people she had a particular attachment to; she suspected her own emotional involvement with such individuals obscured the clarity of her vision. Nevertheless, in the following years she would become increasingly familiar with looks of uneasiness and discomfort from her courtiers. "Piercing" and "intuitive" were the more polite terms the Firsthold gentry applied; less flattering were the whispered descriptions of "unnatural", "witch-like," and on one memorable occasion, "eyes of a damned snake".
She took it all in her stride. It had been worth the price, for her newfound insight was incomparably valuable. The Gialene fiasco proved as much; Morgiah had looked through her head and read her like a book. It had been so easy.
She was standing by the window in the private chambers she shared with Reman, looking out over the ornamental gardens. This area of the palace had always been her favourite; the lawns and borders had been raised by some enterprising architect onto a series of glass walkways, spiralling around the residential wing of the castle until the highest feature, a sculpted crystal fountain, was more than a hundred feet from the ground. A stream of pure water flowed artfully from the tip into a pool in the central courtyard far below.
As she looked at the fountain glowing faintly in the violet dusk, she experienced a strange sensation. It was as if the air had suddenly been drawn out of the world, leaving it a vacuum, quiet and expectant.
Her head jerked and her hand flailed for the window frame as Hermaeus Mora took hold. Flick flick flick ? a dark room, candlelight, Reman at his desk, head drooping with tiredness? and then leaning to the side, sliding off his chair and falling to the floor? a servant running to his side, crying for help?
She came back slowly to herself. The window frame was digging into her hand.
She turned around. Reman was behind her, asleep in the four-poster bed; he looked uncharacteristically small. He had been sleeping more and more these days. Getting slower, wearier.
She turned back to the window, inevitability settling over her like a blanket of snow, unstoppable, massive, unyielding. She could not know for certain, but the vision had instilled in her a quiet bleakness that made her think his time would not be long now. A year. Maybe less.
And what would she do then?
Stay?
Not really an appealing thought. With Reman gone and her quest for the Tome fulfilled, her ties to Firsthold would be nonexistent. The citizens tolerated her as a trophy queen, but she would have a revolt on her hands ? a real one this time ? if she announced a desire to succeed the throne in her own name. No, they would put Reman's remaining eldest son in power, and she would be relegated to Dowager Queen. Dowager, at her age? The title made her think of Daggerfall's Mynisera, all thin lips and colourless hair and bitter memories. No, life held more for her than that.
Go, then? But where, and to whom?
Her options were limited. It was possible she could arrange herself another marriage ? her status as Firsthold Queen would open more doors than Wayrest Princess. But she was tired of depending on others for her status and power; if she married again, it would be on her terms. And she could be waiting a long time for that.
Wayrest was closed to her forever. Eadwyre was dead, her family long gone, and Elysana would rather show hospitality to a man-eating nixhound than Morgiah. Besides, she was too proud. Wayrest was not an option.
And Morrowind??
She rolled the idea around in her mind experimentally, like a jeweller appraising a rare specimen of gem. When she thought of joining her family there, an indefinable feeling possessed her ? whether dread or excitement, she wasn't sure. Of course, it would be pleasurable to see Barenziah. Her mother visited once a year, but these journeys were far from hazardless and had become less frequent of late.
Then there was Helseth?
She had not seen him now for twelve years. This coincided exactly with her last trip to Wayrest. Helseth and Elysana had been at daggers drawn, and in her six-week stay she had seen her brother all but twice. They had grown into strangers. She'd left feeling as if someone had died, and in the following years even his infrequent letters had stopped. It was as if he had simply forgotten she existed.
If she went to Mournhold, what would it do to their relationship? Would it heal it, or sound its final death-knell? There was only one way to find out.
She padded softly towards the bed. The room was dim, but the remains of daylight reflected by the glass towers shed a soft illumination over the walls. As she sat on the coverlet, anyone watching might have observed that as she looked at her husband, her expression was very different to the impassive shrewdness the Firsthold court was so familiar with. She looked tender, and a little sad.
Morgiah drew the draqes and shut out the light.
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This is pretty much the last we will see of Morgiah's previous life. We've gone all the way from Wayrest to the end of Firsthold, and everything you need to know about how her life reached this point is tucked away in those interludes somewhere. As of the next chapter, we will be residing exclusively in the present, and all hell is going to be breaking loose as Helseth's plan comes to completion. You have been warned!
Just to note; he exposition in this chapter deals in some part with the events in http://www.imperial-library.info/mwbooks/firsthold_revolt.shtml You'll understand more of what I'm babbling about with revolutions and Gialene if you read it; it's very short.
The King And I
Chapter Thirty-Four ? Interlude Thirteen; The Penultimate Reflection
Firsthold, Summurset Isle, Frostfall 3E 427. It is eighteen months before the present day. Morgiah is fifty-one.
It was dusk. The sky was a bowl above the world, violets and lilacs draining out of the west as if through some cosmic sinkhole. It laid an unreal light over the architecture of Firsthold. There was no point of origin; the sun had already disappeared and the moon had not yet risen. Just steady, dim dusk.
Of course, Firsthold had never really seemed real to Morgiah, not even after all these years. She counted them sometimes, when she forgot. Twenty? Twenty-one? Could it really have been so long? The years shimmered like soap bubbles; separate, remote. It was as if she had been living in a trance.
Over time in Firsthold she had achieved a kind of respect from the city's people, though their love had always eluded her. She supposed it was an acceptable substitute. The Revolt had been the turning point, she could see with the benefit of hindsight. It had all been the fault of that simpering royal concubine, Gialene ? that the girl thought she actually had a chance of cajoling Reman into marrying her said all Morgiah needed to know about her intelligence. Her plan to manipulate the commons' mistrust of their "Black Queen" to instigate a revolution had been a good base, she had to admit ? it had the scent of Elysana about it ? but in the end, it lacked the finesse to bear fruit. She had often wondered in amusemant at the outcome of locking Gialene and Elysana in a room together. As much as she was loath to admit it, Elysana could probably rip out the Altmer woman's entrails without displacing a single golden ringlet.
And of course, negotiating tricky situations such as the looming Revolt had been so much easier since her fateful trip to the Glenumbra Moors, and the artefact she had returned with?
When she thought back on reading the Infinium, the memories were like a paradise flower, each layer revealing a different colour and texture. To her, every page seemed deeper and more enduring than the last, though when questioned, she could not have articulated exactly what they held. One might think the conscientious reader would endeavour to go back and reread each page carefully before progressing to the next, but the nature of the Infinium was such that this notion never crossed Morgiah's mind, even had she not been so entirely captivated by the book's spell. You kept turning pages until the end, and when you finished, the book disappeared. That was the way it worked. Reaching the back cover was like waking from a dream; closing it was seeing the harsh morning light pouring through the window of your mind.
She had been right. Everything was different.
Her sight had sharpened. Not explicitly, but when she looked at something ? or someone ? there was the quality of being able to look through them, to the thoughts and desires that lay beyond. It was not so easy with people she had a particular attachment to; she suspected her own emotional involvement with such individuals obscured the clarity of her vision. Nevertheless, in the following years she would become increasingly familiar with looks of uneasiness and discomfort from her courtiers. "Piercing" and "intuitive" were the more polite terms the Firsthold gentry applied; less flattering were the whispered descriptions of "unnatural", "witch-like," and on one memorable occasion, "eyes of a damned snake".
She took it all in her stride. It had been worth the price, for her newfound insight was incomparably valuable. The Gialene fiasco proved as much; Morgiah had looked through her head and read her like a book. It had been so easy.
She was standing by the window in the private chambers she shared with Reman, looking out over the ornamental gardens. This area of the palace had always been her favourite; the lawns and borders had been raised by some enterprising architect onto a series of glass walkways, spiralling around the residential wing of the castle until the highest feature, a sculpted crystal fountain, was more than a hundred feet from the ground. A stream of pure water flowed artfully from the tip into a pool in the central courtyard far below.
As she looked at the fountain glowing faintly in the violet dusk, she experienced a strange sensation. It was as if the air had suddenly been drawn out of the world, leaving it a vacuum, quiet and expectant.
Her head jerked and her hand flailed for the window frame as Hermaeus Mora took hold. Flick flick flick ? a dark room, candlelight, Reman at his desk, head drooping with tiredness? and then leaning to the side, sliding off his chair and falling to the floor? a servant running to his side, crying for help?
She came back slowly to herself. The window frame was digging into her hand.
She turned around. Reman was behind her, asleep in the four-poster bed; he looked uncharacteristically small. He had been sleeping more and more these days. Getting slower, wearier.
She turned back to the window, inevitability settling over her like a blanket of snow, unstoppable, massive, unyielding. She could not know for certain, but the vision had instilled in her a quiet bleakness that made her think his time would not be long now. A year. Maybe less.
And what would she do then?
Stay?
Not really an appealing thought. With Reman gone and her quest for the Tome fulfilled, her ties to Firsthold would be nonexistent. The citizens tolerated her as a trophy queen, but she would have a revolt on her hands ? a real one this time ? if she announced a desire to succeed the throne in her own name. No, they would put Reman's remaining eldest son in power, and she would be relegated to Dowager Queen. Dowager, at her age? The title made her think of Daggerfall's Mynisera, all thin lips and colourless hair and bitter memories. No, life held more for her than that.
Go, then? But where, and to whom?
Her options were limited. It was possible she could arrange herself another marriage ? her status as Firsthold Queen would open more doors than Wayrest Princess. But she was tired of depending on others for her status and power; if she married again, it would be on her terms. And she could be waiting a long time for that.
Wayrest was closed to her forever. Eadwyre was dead, her family long gone, and Elysana would rather show hospitality to a man-eating nixhound than Morgiah. Besides, she was too proud. Wayrest was not an option.
And Morrowind??
She rolled the idea around in her mind experimentally, like a jeweller appraising a rare specimen of gem. When she thought of joining her family there, an indefinable feeling possessed her ? whether dread or excitement, she wasn't sure. Of course, it would be pleasurable to see Barenziah. Her mother visited once a year, but these journeys were far from hazardless and had become less frequent of late.
Then there was Helseth?
She had not seen him now for twelve years. This coincided exactly with her last trip to Wayrest. Helseth and Elysana had been at daggers drawn, and in her six-week stay she had seen her brother all but twice. They had grown into strangers. She'd left feeling as if someone had died, and in the following years even his infrequent letters had stopped. It was as if he had simply forgotten she existed.
If she went to Mournhold, what would it do to their relationship? Would it heal it, or sound its final death-knell? There was only one way to find out.
She padded softly towards the bed. The room was dim, but the remains of daylight reflected by the glass towers shed a soft illumination over the walls. As she sat on the coverlet, anyone watching might have observed that as she looked at her husband, her expression was very different to the impassive shrewdness the Firsthold court was so familiar with. She looked tender, and a little sad.
Morgiah drew the draqes and shut out the light.
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Shiarra Curtis - Posts: 3393
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 4:34 am
Y'know, Morgiah is one of my favourite ES characters and it's because of this epic piece of work. I dread and and at the same time look forward to its climix.
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JESSE - Posts: 3404
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:20 am
This chapter has been well worth the wait!
Once again, delicious, full of detail that brings a strange land to shimmering life. The bittersweet of impending tragedy. Morgiah remains a fascinating character, only becoming more so with each new chapter.
Thanks for the link to the Firsthold Revolt - reading it first helped a great deal.
I look forward to the next one!
Once again, delicious, full of detail that brings a strange land to shimmering life. The bittersweet of impending tragedy. Morgiah remains a fascinating character, only becoming more so with each new chapter.
Thanks for the link to the Firsthold Revolt - reading it first helped a great deal.
I look forward to the next one!
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Chenae Butler - Posts: 3485
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 4:23 am
Awesome write Rumple, poor Morgiah! Morgiah sounds a lot more like Barenziah in this chapter, a lot like her in fact! Makes you wonder if Barenziah may have had a gander at the Infinium when she was with Symmachus, lol.
- so when Barenziah and Eadwyre were married she was supposedly over 6 months pregnant with Jagar Tharn's child; yet all that is ever spoken of after that was Morgiah and Helseth being adopted by Eadwyre, and their childhoods and advlthoods. Am I the only one who is dying to know what happened to that baby of Jagar Tharn's? Was that a loose thread left by Tedders deliberately for a future suprise? I get a headache when confronted with mysteries, ROFL !!!!!
- so when Barenziah and Eadwyre were married she was supposedly over 6 months pregnant with Jagar Tharn's child; yet all that is ever spoken of after that was Morgiah and Helseth being adopted by Eadwyre, and their childhoods and advlthoods. Am I the only one who is dying to know what happened to that baby of Jagar Tharn's? Was that a loose thread left by Tedders deliberately for a future suprise? I get a headache when confronted with mysteries, ROFL !!!!!
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Samantha Wood - Posts: 3286
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» Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:06 pm
Awesome write Rumple, poor Morgiah! Morgiah sounds a lot more like Barenziah in this chapter, a lot like her in fact! Makes you wonder if Barenziah may have had a gander at the Infinium when she was with Symmachus, lol.
- so when Barenziah and Eadwyre were married she was supposedly over 6 months pregnant with Jagar Tharn's child; yet all that is ever spoken of after that was Morgiah and Helseth being adopted by Eadwyre, and their childhoods and advlthoods. Am I the only one who is dying to know what happened to that baby of Jagar Tharn's? Was that a loose thread left by Tedders deliberately for a future suprise? I get a headache when confronted with mysteries, ROFL !!!!!
- so when Barenziah and Eadwyre were married she was supposedly over 6 months pregnant with Jagar Tharn's child; yet all that is ever spoken of after that was Morgiah and Helseth being adopted by Eadwyre, and their childhoods and advlthoods. Am I the only one who is dying to know what happened to that baby of Jagar Tharn's? Was that a loose thread left by Tedders deliberately for a future suprise? I get a headache when confronted with mysteries, ROFL !!!!!
Yeah, the whole thing is a real conundrum. I didn't actually know about Barenziah supposedly carrying Tharn's child when I started this story; if I had done, I probably would have worked it into the plot. It's such an intriguing storyline.
I just had the wonderful idea of Ocato not only being Jagar's victor but also his unwitting son - wouldn't that add a delicious twist to his implied involvement in Uriel's assassination! But the timescales don't work out, of course. The hypothetical child would be way too young. Shame really; that would be totally juicy.
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Chloe Botham - Posts: 3537
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» Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:13 pm
Yeah, the whole thing is a real conundrum. I didn't actually know about Barenziah supposedly carrying Tharn's child when I started this story; if I had done, I probably would have worked it into the plot. It's such an intriguing storyline.
I just had the wonderful idea of Ocato not only being Jagar's victor but also his unwitting son - wouldn't that add a delicious twist to his implied involvement in Uriel's assassination! But the timescales don't work out, of course. The hypothetical child would be way too young. Shame really; that would be totally juicy.
I just had the wonderful idea of Ocato not only being Jagar's victor but also his unwitting son - wouldn't that add a delicious twist to his implied involvement in Uriel's assassination! But the timescales don't work out, of course. The hypothetical child would be way too young. Shame really; that would be totally juicy.
Woo Hoo !!! Now that's what I'm talking about !!!
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Raymond J. Ramirez - Posts: 3390
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:47 am
And deeper and deeper into the mind and heart of madame we go.
And, of course, the concomitant mystery composed of the ambititons and aspirations of those hearts, swirling around in combinations and permutations that only the writer sees...and sometimes doesn't even see until she begins actually writing it out.
But for us readers, the result is pure Gold.
Onwards and on, Rumpleteaza!!!
And, of course, the concomitant mystery composed of the ambititons and aspirations of those hearts, swirling around in combinations and permutations that only the writer sees...and sometimes doesn't even see until she begins actually writing it out.
But for us readers, the result is pure Gold.
Onwards and on, Rumpleteaza!!!
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abi - Posts: 3405
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:13 am
Between the lush descriptions and Morgiah's thoughts about her future, I was drawn in completely. When the ending came (all too soon), I found myself taking a breath as if coming up from far under the water. Your writing is spell-weaving at its finest- completely mesmerizing and immersive.
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Kill Bill - Posts: 3355
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:35 am
<3 <3 Thanks a million everyone. I'm a little sad to see the interludes finished, but we're full steam ahead on the plot now.
What can I say? It's so awesome you've enjoyed it this much and I am thrilled to have another Morgiah-lover in the (admittedly small) ranks. Of course, my interpretation of her may be totally off as far as the devs are concerned - since we had so little to go on at the start, Morgiah could feasibly have been a very dislikable person. The Firsthold Revolt really pleased me when I first read it, though, because it seemed to confirm everything I'd guessed about her character. I suppose I wrote her as the person I wanted to believe she was - someone who makes some very morally questionable choices, but who undoubtedly has a heart stashed in there somewhere.
I feel the same way about this fic coming to an end. There are four more chapters to go, ad everything but one scene is written. I'm so excited to share the ending with all of you, but I'll really miss posting to this thread. It is nice, though, to think about becoming a reader more than a writer this year! There are so many wonderful stories in this section I need to read and comment on properly.
Y'know, Morgiah is one of my favourite ES characters and it's because of this epic piece of work. I dread and and at the same time look forward to its climix.
What can I say? It's so awesome you've enjoyed it this much and I am thrilled to have another Morgiah-lover in the (admittedly small) ranks. Of course, my interpretation of her may be totally off as far as the devs are concerned - since we had so little to go on at the start, Morgiah could feasibly have been a very dislikable person. The Firsthold Revolt really pleased me when I first read it, though, because it seemed to confirm everything I'd guessed about her character. I suppose I wrote her as the person I wanted to believe she was - someone who makes some very morally questionable choices, but who undoubtedly has a heart stashed in there somewhere.
I feel the same way about this fic coming to an end. There are four more chapters to go, ad everything but one scene is written. I'm so excited to share the ending with all of you, but I'll really miss posting to this thread. It is nice, though, to think about becoming a reader more than a writer this year! There are so many wonderful stories in this section I need to read and comment on properly.
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Nathan Hunter - Posts: 3464
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» Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:55 pm
Interlude is right! What a neat time, spent in the internal dialogue of Morgiah. You bring her thoughts to life!
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Ashley Hill - Posts: 3516
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» Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:18 pm
<3 <3 Thanks a million everyone. I'm a little sad to see the interludes finished, but we're full steam ahead on the plot now.
What can I say? It's so awesome you've enjoyed it this much and I am thrilled to have another Morgiah-lover in the (admittedly small) ranks. Of course, my interpretation of her may be totally off as far as the devs are concerned - since we had so little to go on at the start, Morgiah could feasibly have been a very dislikable person. The Firsthold Revolt really pleased me when I first read it, though, because it seemed to confirm everything I'd guessed about her character. I suppose I wrote her as the person I wanted to believe she was - someone who makes some very morally questionable choices, but who undoubtedly has a heart stashed in there somewhere.
I feel the same way about this fic coming to an end. There are four more chapters to go, ad everything but one scene is written. I'm so excited to share the ending with all of you, but I'll really miss posting to this thread. It is nice, though, to think about becoming a reader more than a writer this year! There are so many wonderful stories in this section I need to read and comment on properly.
What can I say? It's so awesome you've enjoyed it this much and I am thrilled to have another Morgiah-lover in the (admittedly small) ranks. Of course, my interpretation of her may be totally off as far as the devs are concerned - since we had so little to go on at the start, Morgiah could feasibly have been a very dislikable person. The Firsthold Revolt really pleased me when I first read it, though, because it seemed to confirm everything I'd guessed about her character. I suppose I wrote her as the person I wanted to believe she was - someone who makes some very morally questionable choices, but who undoubtedly has a heart stashed in there somewhere.
I feel the same way about this fic coming to an end. There are four more chapters to go, ad everything but one scene is written. I'm so excited to share the ending with all of you, but I'll really miss posting to this thread. It is nice, though, to think about becoming a reader more than a writer this year! There are so many wonderful stories in this section I need to read and comment on properly.
As much as I look forward to this story's amazing conclusion, I know I'm going to be heartbroken to see it end. I had no idea it was so close!
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Angus Poole - Posts: 3594
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:28 am
Only FOUR CHAPTERS left?????
AAAAAAAARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
AAAAAAAARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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jenny goodwin - Posts: 3461
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:08 am
Only four chapters left? This could be really interesting really soon... 
Will you be writing anything after that?
Will you be writing anything after that?
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Stephy Beck - Posts: 3492
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» Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:02 am
DEAREST Rumple, the teaza of mystree-ah
It has been long since I broke into song
BUT even knowing that my vocals won't please ya
I MUST sing, for you have left me forlorn...
...and for long. And not just ME, but US, you see,
Abandoned by you even tho' we raised a plea
That you would not leave us dangling in suspense -
And you have! We ALL demand appropiate recompense!
And thus shall I warble, till even tiles of Marble
Shall quiver and shatter under my unrelenting song:
Thus so I screech, the better your ears to reach -
BEWARE, for do this I shall, the whole night long!
Know ye of Docada? Imagine him combined with Prez Obla-bla
And tremble in anticipation of long-winded Rants -
Know ye the mALX? Then know this for a FACT
I shall be annoying without any knowledge of TACT!!
I shall whoop and howl and scream and fling
tantrums and do most every other thing
I shall scream and shout and fling arms about
And if all fails, AGAIN will I ... SING!
An' you be wary, then maid, do not tarry
An' leave all your readers with eyes a-teary
Come ye back to this forum an' again weave yer magic
Or I shall do something...very...yes, very,,,very tragic!
It has been long since I broke into song
BUT even knowing that my vocals won't please ya
I MUST sing, for you have left me forlorn...
...and for long. And not just ME, but US, you see,
Abandoned by you even tho' we raised a plea
That you would not leave us dangling in suspense -
And you have! We ALL demand appropiate recompense!
And thus shall I warble, till even tiles of Marble
Shall quiver and shatter under my unrelenting song:
Thus so I screech, the better your ears to reach -
BEWARE, for do this I shall, the whole night long!
Know ye of Docada? Imagine him combined with Prez Obla-bla
And tremble in anticipation of long-winded Rants -
Know ye the mALX? Then know this for a FACT
I shall be annoying without any knowledge of TACT!!
I shall whoop and howl and scream and fling
tantrums and do most every other thing
I shall scream and shout and fling arms about
And if all fails, AGAIN will I ... SING!
An' you be wary, then maid, do not tarry
An' leave all your readers with eyes a-teary
Come ye back to this forum an' again weave yer magic
Or I shall do something...very...yes, very,,,very tragic!
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Misty lt - Posts: 3400
- Joined: Mon Dec 25, 2006 10:06 am
» Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:13 am
[Know ye the mALX? Then know this for a FACT
I shall be annoying without any knowledge of TACT!!
I shall be annoying without any knowledge of TACT!!
Wait, did you just say I am annoying and have no tact? Uh...I...feel...funny...
* mALX grew large, muscular, and green, ripped shirt off *
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CHangohh BOyy - Posts: 3462
- Joined: Mon Aug 20, 2007 12:12 pm
» Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:06 am
Don't do anything tragiiiiic! D:
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
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sharon - Posts: 3449
- Joined: Wed Nov 22, 2006 4:59 am
» Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:25 am
Don't do anything tragiiiiic! D:
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
Er...by tragic, did you mean Foxy singing or me turning green?
ARGH! How cute! a 10 year old Rumple! I lost all my early stories in a crash, so I really hope all your hard work is not lost! Peleus...or, is there a story about Rumpleteasza Goldwine...(don't worry, I can PM you the section that involves..."The Half-Sister"
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Soraya Davy - Posts: 3377
- Joined: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:53 pm
» Sat Feb 19, 2011 1:32 am
I shall NOT do anything tragic
Since you have appeared...er...like magic!!!
And THIS
instead of D: is what you should have posted Rumple dearest
As for the Computer Disaster you spoke of,
is my shocked response. Have you offended the computer gods? Sacrifice three mice to them (throwing a quick glance at mALX) computer mice I mean....and all should be well!!!
Since you have appeared...er...like magic!!!
And THIS
instead of D: is what you should have posted Rumple dearest As for the Computer Disaster you spoke of,
is my shocked response. Have you offended the computer gods? Sacrifice three mice to them (throwing a quick glance at mALX) computer mice I mean....and all should be well!!! -
Luis Longoria - Posts: 3323
- Joined: Fri Sep 07, 2007 1:21 am
» Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:32 pm
Don't you hate those darn cricket bats? [img]http://static.zenimax.com/forums/images/public/style_emoticons/default/comp26.gif[/img]
While I don't break into annoying, tactless song and poetry, I have been waiting and turning blue for the next installment! Thanks for the update, I shall take a breath and regain my color!
Don't worry, I'm watching for your next update!
While I don't break into annoying, tactless song and poetry, I have been waiting and turning blue for the next installment! Thanks for the update, I shall take a breath and regain my color!
Don't worry, I'm watching for your next update!
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Dina Boudreau - Posts: 3410
- Joined: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:59 pm
» Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:09 pm
Computer troubles! Say it ain't so! Ship the offending hard drive to me and I will wave my trusty rubber chicken over it. (That is the last resort of trained tech support folks such as myself.)
Hope you are able to recover your files... even the ones that aren't related to your magnificent story (did I say that out loud?)
Hope you are able to recover your files... even the ones that aren't related to your magnificent story (did I say that out loud?)
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Irmacuba - Posts: 3531
- Joined: Sat Mar 31, 2007 2:54 am
» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:45 am
Don't do anything tragiiiiic! D:
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
You always make me feel better :hehe: Unfortunately, life has hit me with a cricket bat once again. Last week my computer power supply failed while I was doing a storage backup, and when I sent it to be fixed the verdict was dire - the entire harddrive has been fried and no data whatsoever is recoverable. I don't even want to think about what I've lost. Hopefully some of it will be preserved on my external harddrive, but until I can re-connect it I don't know how much. It's almost like having your house burn down or something; I had stuff on there from when I first started gaming at 10 years old.
Luckily I keep a keydrive with all my most important writing on it, so King & I is not dead - but it is a slightly older version, so some rewriting and checking is needed. I hope all my delays are not causing people to lose interest; it would be kind of heartbreaking this close to the end. Thank you for checking up on me, though, guys xx :hugs:
I will endeavour to get a new chapter out this week. Also I have to do some reading and reviewing of my own; Peleus' epilogue has been on my mind for a good couple of weeks now!
Wow, that's really terrible. I've had the same sort of thing happen many times in the past (the Years of 199X were not kind for the computers I used) so I can completely sympathize. I lost a lot of data during those years.
Heck, even recently (a few years ago) I had a computer disaster occur. Somehow the boot sector on harddrive I was using then got corrupt, and would refuse to boot up completely. The solution used in that situation was essentially to get a new internal harddrive for the machine and reinstall the OS on it, and then connect the corrupt harddrive as a secondary internal. Had to reinstall all my programs as a result, but was able to salvage all the data I needed off of the other, so all I really lost was time. I would have suggested trying the same sort of deal at first before sending it to a shop if you could have afforded it.
Anyway, I'm glad to hear that the story will go on. I just finished catching up and I have to say it's been quite a thrill! ^_^ I've really enjoyed your writing and your ability with words. You've told this story so well it saddens me to know that's it is coming to a close. To all great things, an end I suppose. I'm really looking forward to seeing how the final chapters will unfold.
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Sian Ennis - Posts: 3362
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