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Chapter
4: An Unfortunate Encounter
�Mmm, heather,� smiled Erranil when
Alyssa returned to Ald�ruhn via guild guide, �How did you like the Balmora
bathhouse?� I really need to find some time to go back there myself.�
�It was lovely.� More relaxing than
I expected a house full of nude bodies to be,� answered Alyssa.� Erranil
laughed.
�Oh, don�t worry, you�ll get used
to that,� she grinned knowingly.�� Alyssa smiled back.� She made her way
downstairs, stopping by her room to deposit her new book.� Judging by the
reactions of the Balmora guild members, she decided she did not want to raise
suspicions in Ald�ruhn.� Still, she was curious to see what her sister had to
say on the matter.
Edwinna was downstairs as usual,
looking over some strange parchment filled with what appeared to be design
schematics.� She took notes diligently in a journal nearby and appeared lost in
thought.� Before interrupting her, Alyssa turned to examine more closely the
rest of her new surroundings.� Glancing upstairs she could see Orrent chirping
happily away at a Dunmer woman who had come into the guild.� Alyssa supposed he
was probably in the midst of bartering with her.� It was nice to see that the
guild indeed got some business out here in the ashlands.� On the lower level to
her left, a well-groomed middle-aged Imperial woman stood smiling behind an
altar, flipping through a red-bound book.� The guild�s white-haired Dunmer maid
looked on wistfully, leaning on her broom as she paused in her duties.� The
Imperial woman beckoned the maid over and she hurried to join her in examining
the book.� To Alyssa�s right, a young Altmer sat cataloging various alchemical
ingredients, brushing his long golden brown hair out of his eyes as he looked
up at Alyssa and smiled.� Alyssa returned his acknowledgement as he left his
seat to come over to join her.� He towered over her, and she couldn�t help but
be a little intimidated.� However, the intimidation washed away as he started
to speak, his bright copper eyes kind and full of warmth.
�Hi, I�m Anarenen.� I�m very
pleased to meet you.� I�ve heard so little about Edwinna�s family over the
years � it�s nice to know she actually has some,� he said with a wink, �I�m in
charge of alchemy here.� If you have any interest in the subject, I�d be more
than happy to teach you a thing or two.�
�Oh that would be lovely!� I�ve
only taken one class in alchemy and now that my studies have been interrupted��
Alyssa trailed off as another wave of sadness hit her.� How long would it be
before she was able to think of her former life without feeling a stabbing pain
in her chest?� She sighed deeply.
�I�m so sorry; I didn�t mean to
upset you.� If there is anything I can do for you I would be more than happy to
help.� Poor little thing.� I may not be university quality, but I have been
told I�m a decent enough teacher,� Anarenen said, his face awash with concern.�
He tried to smile, but his glowing eyes were full of pity.
�Yes, yes, we have plenty of decent
teachers in Morrowind.� You have to seek them out yourself though: we don�t
check up on you like your professors at the university,� chimed in Edwinna,
sounding a bit annoyed as she looked up from her journal, �Are you settled in
yet dear?�
�Yes thank you.� I took a little
trip to Balmora and got cleaned off.� I must say though,� she leaned in closer
to her sister, �I do believe a bit more modesty on the part of the other
patrons wouldn�t be a bad thing.� I met a man and two women in a tub who were
all over each other, even while I was in the room talking with them� and they kept
trying to get me to join them!�� Overhearing, Anarenen laughed.
�Oh yes, the baths do have a
certain �social� aspect surrounding them.� It�s really a lot more enjoyable to
go with friends than alone,� he chuckled, �But it�s all in good fun.�
�Don�t be silly.� If she doesn�t
enjoy it, she doesn�t enjoy it.� There are plenty of other social venues around
Balmora if you want to make friends, though I can�t personally think of any
offhand.� Why don�t you ask around the other Mages Guilds?� I hear there are a
number of young apprentices your age studying there,� Edwinna said, shooting an
icy glare at Anarenen, which instantly wiped the pleasant smile from his face.
�Do you ever go to the Balmora
bathhouse?� asked Alyssa curiously.
�Of course I do.� When I have time,
which isn�t often.� Everyone goes.� At least I sincerely hope they do.� It�s
the only way to really wash the ash away.� It gets positively everywhere,�
Edwinna explained simply.
�But do you go with other people,
or do you just go alone?� Alyssa asked inquiringly.� The surprised look on
Edwinna�s face at the question faded quickly to a look of embarrassment.� As
she cleared her throat she glanced quickly up at Anarenen then back to Alyssa.�
Alyssa noticed that Anarenen had a subtly pleased smirk on his face as he
crossed his arms across his broad chest.� He cocked his head to one side and
raised his eyebrows at Edwinna, but did not say a word, apparently quite amused
by the awkward situation his headmistress was in.
�I� occasionally do both I suppose��
Edwinna started, then quickly added, �But really it�s much quicker to go alone
and it gives me more time to think about my research.� Sometimes it�s necessary
to unwind after a hard day of work and collect one�s thoughts.�� Anarenen
chuckled softly, and Edwinna shot him another glare.� He looked down and took a
few steps back to return to his alchemical equipment, but did not wipe the
amused smirk from his face.� Alyssa wondered what was so entertaining about her
sister�s obvious embarrassment.
�I see� I was also going to ask
you� well, I heard a little about the Great Houses while I was at the bathhouse
and�� Alyssa wasn�t sure where to begin.
�Oh, we�re a Redoran town.� The
Redoran family mansions are Under-Skar, which is to say they are located in the
giant excavated husk of an extinct emperor crab, just up the hill.� It�s a
fascinating structure if you ask me,� Edwinna replied.
�Yes, I recall hearing something
about that, but what I was really wondering was� what do you know about the
wizard house?� Great House Telvanni?� Alyssa inquired tentatively.
�Oh!� Well, most mages in the guild
don�t like them much, but I can�t claim to have ever met any Telvanni out
here.� They are renowned for being excellent researchers though.� Think of it:
a Dunmer Telvanni mage-lord living for thousands of years in isolation from the
rest of Vvardenfell, with thousands of years spent completely devoted to
nothing but research pursuits.� I wonder if any of them study the Dwemer.� It
would be fascinating to find out.� I would simply love to meet such an
individual.� If you ever hear tale of one, be sure to let me know right away!�
Edwinna�s face lit up at the thought.�
�Hmm,� thought
Alyssa, �Well Edwinna seems to admire them� I wonder��
�Well I haven�t met any Telvanni
yet,� she smiled, �But I�ll be sure to let you know if I ever do.� After all,
I�ve only just arrived.�
�Yes, please do.� In the meantime,
why don�t you ask Anarenen to teach you a few things about alchemy?� I�ve heard
him complaining that he needs some help around the guild lately and since
you�re here and have an interest it would be a perfect arrangement,� Edwinna
suggested.� She smiled up at Alyssa, then grabbed her quill and went right back
to her schematics as though she had never broken her train of thought.� Alyssa
turned to see Anarenen smiling in her direction, as he put the finishing
touches on an alembic he was assembling.
�Why not?� thought Alyssa with a
shrug.
�Yes actually, I have plenty of
things to teach you if you�re interested.� It�ll be fun.� What do you say?� he
asked.
�Certainly, I�d love it!� What
would you like me to do first?� she asked enthusiastically.
�I�m a little short on ingredients
at the moment, but I have an idea.� Why don�t you go back down the river Odai
south of Balmora tomorrow morning and pick a few wildflowers there?� It�s
really quite lovely this time of year, and you should have no trouble at all
finding flowers in full bloom.� When you come back, we�ll mix them all together
and I�ll teach you how to turn them into delicious potions.� You should find comberry,
heather, stoneflower, gold karnet� and probably several others.� Or, you can go
east to Lake Amaya, and on the shores there should be marshmerrow and saltrice,
maybe even a little mucksponge.� Just bring back plenty of samples of whatever
you find and we�ll work with it when you get back.� How does that sound?� he
asked.
�Lovely!� I�ll get started first
thing tomorrow!� chimed Alyssa excitedly.
�Splendid!� Just make sure not to
stray too far from the main road or you might get attacked by nix-hounds or
wild guar.� Bring a few spells and potions with you just in case, and cast a
mark spell in the guild here just in case you get lost or get in over your head
and need to return quickly.� Scrolls of Almsivi and Divine intervention will
get you back to the nearest Dunmer Temple and Imperial Cult Shrine,
respectively, so it�s also good to have a few of those on hand,� he advised,
�All in all though, you shouldn�t have too much trouble in broad daylight
walking along the main paths � it should be quite pleasant really.� Anything to
get out of the ashlands, right?� he winked.� Alyssa thanked him.� She cast
�mark� immediately so she wouldn�t forget the next morning and made her way
back upstairs, wondering how she would ever get to sleep.� The fragrance left
behind from her scented bath washed over her once again as she drifted silently
off into the land of dreams.
~*~
Alyssa awoke in a relatively good
mood.� She picked a fitted light lavender dress with a tight laced bodice and
plunging neckline, just right for a relaxing outing in the cool Ascadian
Isles.� She picked up an elegant glowing gold amulet of divine intervention and
fastened it around her neck just in case, letting it fall just above her supple
d�colletage.� It was attractive, but functional.� She knew better than to wear
the rest of her jewelry out alone in the woodlands.� She grabbed a sack to
collect the wildflowers, and took only a few coins for emergency usage, not
wanting to attract bandits.� She tucked the little pouch into her blouse where
they would be out of plain view.� On a whim, she grabbed the book Tiram had
given her, On the Affairs of Wizards, and stowed it in her sack for a
bit of light reading.
�It should prove to be a lovely
day,� she reasoned.� She walked back out into the hallway, smiling down at her
sister and Anarenen as they each poured over their studies.� She looked up and
caught Orrent�s eye, and he flashed her a bright smile as he bowed lightly,
blowing her a kiss goodbye before turning back to his work.� She giggled a
little at his flamboyant gesture and made her way down to Erranil, who was
waiting as usual at her post.
�Balmora please,� she requested.�
As a warm flash enveloped her, she was on her way.
~*~
Heather and comberry were easy
enough to find.� The sprinkling of other flowering plants scattered across the
landscape made the rolling hills and shallow ponds truly picturesque.� Alyssa
soon had her ingredient bag full to the brim with flowers and other
useful-looking plant materials.� Breathing in the cool fragrant air, she looked
around for a spot to take a break.� A worn cavern door peaked out from behind
the bushes leading into a tall hill.� Alyssa wondered vaguely what was behind
it, but decided not to investigate.
�It�s probably only an old tomb,�
she reckoned.� The hypocritical stance of the Dunmer towards necromancy was
widely known.� In High Rock, necromancy was considered a legitimate
occupation.� In Morrowind, it was illegal.� However, this did not stop the
Dunmer from summoning their ancestors to guard their tombs, nor from summoning
souls to fuel the famous ghost gate to Red Mountain.� For whatever reason, the
Dunmer considered this �Ancestor worship,� and thus somehow free of the stigma
of necromancy.� It all sounded completely hypocritical to her.� She settled
down near a tall tree just off the main trail, away from the cavern, and took
out the book she had brought with her.� Soon she was lost in the pages.
She did not notice the man sneak up
behind her until it was too late.� She felt the bite of his blade before she
saw it, the cool steel sliding delicately across her throat.� The point pricked
into her flesh.� She raised her chin to avoid being pierced.
�On your feet,� a voice whispered
from behind.� Every hair stood on end as Alyssa obeyed diligently.� She opened
her mouth to speak, but a flash of green washed over her and she caught the
glint of an enchanted ring.� Only empty air escaped from her throat and she
realized that she had been silenced.� Now she was truly terrified.� A rough
hand grabbed her arm and spun her around, the blade of the knife still
dangerously poised against her jugular.� The slightest motion would kill her.�
Wide eyed, she found herself face to face with a young Imperial man, his long
brown hair tied back in a rogue�s knot with a black ribbon.� His strong
delicate features were darkened by the look of hatred blazing in his bright
blue eyes.� He moved his hand from her arm and grasped the amulet from between
her breasts, bringing it up to his dagger while keeping the blade poised at her
throat.� He cut it off effortlessly and pocketed it.� Now Alyssa had no means
of escape.� Panicked, she took a step back, but he advanced on her and the
blade cut sharper into her throat, drawing the faintest trickle of blood.
�Try anything and you�re dead,
witch,� he snarled coldly.� Witch?� Did he believe that all Breton mages were
witches?� It was a common misconception.� But silenced, Alyssa had no means of
explaining herself.� She doubted this man would believe her anyway.� What
difference did it make whether she was a witch or not?� She had never felt so
helpless in her life.
�Move,� he commanded, pressing her
backwards further away from the main road.� Alyssa hurried to obey, the sharp
steel leaving her little room to negotiate.� She wondered what he wanted, and
thanked the gods that she had not brought much in terms of gold or jewelry for
him to steal.� His cold blue eyes bore into her very soul as she trembled in
fear under his blade.
Tearing his eyes from her pitiful
frightened expression, he slowly looked her over, settling his eyes on the pale
trembling flesh of her heaving bosom.� The knife pressed ever more firmly
against her throat as his strong hand found its way to her slender waist and
moved roughly against her tight body until it settled on the small pouch of
gold buried in her gown just below her breasts.� Alyssa�s heart raced as she
felt his firm hands on her body.
�I should kill you where you stand,
Telvanni witch,� he said with a cold smirk, his fingers toying idly with the
coin pouch pressed far into her gown, �And perhaps I will.� We�ll have to see
if you behave yourself, now won�t we?� he grinned evilly.� The blade flattened
against her skin as the man moved it slowly down her neck and against the bare
skin of her chest.� Alyssa remained as still as possible, afraid that any
movement on her part would provoke him into slaying her.� She closed her eyes
in a silent prayer, but opened them with a start when she felt the sharp of the
blade between her breasts.� The sudden tear of the fabric in a smooth line down
the front of her body caused her to jump unexpectedly.� As the fabric gave way
the blade was immediately reapplied to her delicate neck.� With his free hand,
the Imperial tore free the remaining cloth down to her waist and slid the dress
from her shoulders, exposing her as he pocketed the small coin pouch.�
Horrified, Alyssa moved to cover herself with her hands, keeping the rest of
her body stiff so as not to spear herself on his knife.� But her captor was
quicker and in one swift move pulled both of her hands behind her back, moving
the cold knife down her exposed body and tracing the outline of her breasts.�
Alyssa let out a silent cry and turned her head, feeling the tears well up
inside of her as her face burned red.
�Did I tell you to cover yourself?�
Hmm?� No?� Didn�t think so.� How does it feel, being on the other end of the
power struggle?� You can be sure that I�m going to make certain you always
remember it,� he said menacingly, glaring down at the sobbing body under his
blade.� Other end of what?� What on Nirn was this man talking about, Alyssa
wondered, too terrified to open her eyes and look up at him.� She felt the flat
of the blade under her left breast, then the point on the right; it traced her
pink nipples, causing her to hold her breath. She was humiliated but fearful of
making a wrong move, and at the same time an unwanted heat washed over her.
The tears flowed freely now, and
the blade wandered off her skin.� She felt a small wave of relief as she heard
the dagger slide back into its sheath.� Her eyes opened in narrow slits to make
sure that it was indeed gone, then widened in horror as she saw the rogue�s
bare hand move up her body to cup her breasts.� Before she could move he was
massaging them with his strong hands while pinching and toying with the
hardened nipples.� Against her will, she felt her body grow hotter with his
touch.� Alyssa, who had never been touched in such a manner, let out a silent
scream and tried to struggle out of his grasp.� A single word from his mouth
caused her strength to drain and she suddenly felt too exhausted to resist his
caress, even when he let go of her hands from behind her back.
�Don�t even think of covering
yourself,� he said as his hands moved down to her slender waist and full hips.�
He gripped the remaining fabric and with one strong motion ripped her skirt
open and let it fall about her feet.� Alyssa almost fainted in terror, but he
caught her once again and redrew his knife.� She felt it briefly along her
thigh as it slid up under her undergarments and sliced them off.� Shuddering,
she fell back into his waiting arms, suddenly aware of the full implications of
her fate.� She wished she could speak, to plead with him, anything to stop from
feeling so helpless.� As she felt his hand once again against her thigh she
opened her eyes and looked up at him, pleading silently that he would spare
her.� She wasn�t sure how much more she could take, and she really didn�t want
to find out.� But he wasn�t looking into her eyes.� His fingers slid inside of
her even as she fought to press her thighs firmly together.
�You are quite the little Telvanni
whore, now aren�t you?� You�re enjoying this much more than you�re letting on,�
he mused, moving his fingers in and out of her shaking body.� He removed his
moistened fingers and rubbed them tenderly between her legs.� Alyssa felt a
sudden burning in her cheeks, humiliated that this man actually believed her
body could be manipulated in such a way to betray her.� She struggled, too weak
to really make any difference.
�Well I can�t have you enjoying
this too much now,� he said with a start, withdrawing his fingers from her body
and unfastening the belt at his own waist.� Alyssa gasped as he freed himself
from his plain brown pants.� She didn�t realize that male organs could become
so large when engorged with blood� surely he did not mean to fit that thing
inside her?!� Panicked, Alyssa tried once again to break free from his grasp,
once again to no avail.� Sobbing she dropped to her knees in a desperate
attempt to plead to his humanity.
�Get up, you little whore, I�ve
barely started with you,� he said angrily, picking her up and turning her
around roughly so that she found herself face to face with the worn cavern door
she had noticed earlier.� He pulled her hips out to further expose her plump
buttocks and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her tight opening.
�Please no,� she sobbed, but no one
heard.� With a quick thrust he was inside of her, and a sharp pain shot through
her body as though he had used his blade.� The pain only intensified as he
pumped against her tender hips, yet beneath the intense horror was a strange
sensation of subtle pleasure.� The experience seemed to last forever, and when
he finished he let her drop to the ground in a wet, bloody, sobbing heap to
buckle his pants.
�Why me?� Haven�t I been through
enough?� Alyssa asked silently of no one in particular.
�I�ve a good mind to leave you here
as a pretty, naked corpse,� the man sneered angrily, �The gods know you deserve
it.� But I think you just may have learned a thing or two.� I�ll have to make
sure of that though.�� To her surprise he tossed her his linen shirt.� She
picked it up tentatively, looking up into his fierce blue eyes.� He glared down
at her, his strong arms crossed menacingly, but did not make any further
attempts to touch her.� Cautiously she put the shirt over her head, trembling
while she did.� Since her dress was ripped to shreds she had little else in the
way of clothing.� As soon as she had her arms through the sleeves he reached
down and pulled her to her feet again, spinning her around and letting out a
pleased laugh.
�Good, your plump little buttocks
just peek out from underneath that shirt.� When you go back into town it won�t
be as the fine lady with her doting servants, but as the spoiled whore you
really are.� The wetness between your legs is unmistakable � no one will miss
it.� Come here,� he grinned evilly.� Alyssa had never felt so degraded in all
her life.� The man took her by her wrists and pulled her sideways face down on
top of him as he sat, pinning her arms to the ground and raising her hips up
further atop his lap.� He pulled his shirt up on her body, leaving her
completely exposed once more.� She struggled vainly as he massaged her raised
bottom, realizing how vulgar the motion probably looked.� He spread her cheeks
slightly and gave them a light smack, slipping his hand into her dripping body
once more and drawing his glistening fingers up between her cheeks as he drew
wet circles on her tender backside.� He withdrew his hand to reach down and
squeeze her dangling breasts, then lightly caressed her bottom yet again before
striking her with a series of hard blows.� Alyssa screamed silently and jumped,
trying to get away from the blows but unable to move with her wrists pinned
down.� The smacks continued until Alyssa was sobbing so heavily that she
couldn�t even move to resist him.� At this he ran his nails down her reddened
buttocks, feeling her squirm in obvious pain and discomfort from even the
slightest motion, and pushed her still sobbing from his lap.� He stood up,
brushed himself off, and reached down to pull her to her feet.� Shaking, she
obeyed.
He spun her around in a full circle
once more, saying, �Well, now the redness of your lower cheeks will match that
of your upper cheeks.�� Alyssa cried, surprised when a pitiful sound actually
escaped her lips.� She nearly choked.� The silence spell must have worn off.�
She was too shocked and upset to care about this though and continued her
sobbing, unable to look up.
�It�s too bad really; you�re such a
pretty little young thing.� If you were anyone else, I�d feel absolutely horrid
for you.� So many tears.� But I suppose that�s to be expected.� Now, do me a
favor and don�t forget your little lesson here today, hmm?� he smiled, looking
just the faintest bit remorseful at the young girl crying pitifully in front of
him with crimson blood running down her milky white thighs.� Shaking his head,
he managed a short bow.� Before Alyssa could blink the man was gone, leaving
her completely alone.
She crawled on the ground to
collect what was left of her belongings, trying in vain to tie bits of her torn
dress to cover her over exposed lower body.� Why had this happened to her?� She
clutched the spilled flowers to her chest then picked up the book she had
tossed aside and looked it over.� The man had called her a Telvanni whore.�
Were all Telvanni treated so distastefully?� If so, it was no wonder they
disliked outlanders.� From the book�s description, the House itself seemed
amiable enough.� Was her possession of Telvanni literature enough to warrant
such an attack?� He had said something about needing to be taught a lesson�
what lesson deserved that treatment?� She had so many unanswered questions.�
Once again her heart felt as though it would break.� But the biggest one of all
remained, �Why me?�
The rogue had done more damage than
just the physical.� Alyssa was sure that no decent man would want her now,
after she had been so utterly defiled.� The pain would subside, but she was
ruined just the same.� What would her sister say?� What would her beloved Aaron
back at the university say?� She shuddered at the thought as her eyes welled up
once again with tears.� She didn�t have long to find out the answers to some of
these questions.� The evening was quickly turning into night and her quickest
means of getting home was the mark spell she had cast in the main room of the
Ald�ruhn guild hall.� She wished she had had enough sense to cast it in her
bedroom, but how could she have foreseen this happening?� She saw little
alternative to her fate.� Closing her eyes and bracing herself, she uttered the
words that would take her home.
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