Chapitre 580: Jonrad's Story (1): The Blue Balls Alliance
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He was sitting on a chair and reading a book while his skin was being dug into by a small needle. Suddenly it snaps and the owner of the needle curses in frustration.
"This is the seventh needle for Boethiah's sake!" The bald little girl said.
"The tattooing is getting harder lately." He asked.
"Harder? It is almost impossible, master! Who told you to get so powerful that I can no longer pierce your skin… with an enchanted silver needle!?"
"Hehe!"
Jon rubbed her head and stood up with his back facing a mirror. A fearsome image was displayed on his back the moment he channeled a bit of the Chaos Infection through it.
Beth's skill was almost divine when it comes to applying tattoos. One Jon's back, the image of a Dragon and a Tiger coiling in a struggle and surrounded by a frame of Nordic knots and skulls made him feel like those beasts are going to burst out of his back and devastate the world around him.
"You like it?" Jon turned to the other person present in the scene and asked.
"Edgy! I like." Miranda said as she softly touched Jon's back before the patterns faded away.
Unlike in the past, Miranda has taken a state of full relaxation in Winterhold and Jon's house. Despite being an Altmer, she was rapidly acknowledged after winning a few drinking contests against some of the Nords establishing a strong reputation for herself. Her edgy silent attitude and terrible punk hairstyle she likes made her seem like a kind of her own, wild, moody and extremely sexy.
Beth excused herself as it was already late and Jon sat in an armchair covered with fur and Miranda sat on his lap.
"The other girls are all busy tonight, I see." Jon said as he saw the room empty save for him and Miranda.
"I was supposed to be busy. I asked Isha to fill in for me tonight."
"Smart! The others will call you traitor though."
"Like they weren't sneaking with you from time to time?"
"To be fair, I can reveal any secrets between my women."
"If they weren't, you wouldn't have responded that way."
"True. No further details though."
She happily snuggled in and he embraced her no questions asked.
"Will you pat me like you pet your cat or should we skip to the aggressive stuff."
"I don't pet anyone how I pet Nefertiti for the record, that would be blasphemy on my part. Let's skip to the aggressive part, shall we?"
"Hm!" She nodded with a faint smile showing her excitement.
She was about to stand up and go bring something but Jon held her by her neck immediately.
"We haven't been training for a while now. Guess you grew a little bit bold!" Jon said.
Miranda's face remained passive for a moment before making a facial expression of delighted cheekiness.
"I am so sorry, daddy." She said trying to get closer to him but he held her from her ear.
"Only good girls get to be played with, bad girls will be punished."
"I will. I was such a bad girl!"
She descended between his legs sitting on her knees.
This scene was exclusive only to Jon and Miranda. All the other girls knew about Miranda's masochistic tendencies with Jon but only Jon knew the extent of how kinky this play can go between him and Miranda. She can simply be very demanding when dominated. She loved this kind of thing and Jon loved making her feel that way.
"Now, why were you going to stand off my lap without permission." Jon said as his left hand went down through her collar and started touching her chest area and undoing her dress.
"I was… I was going to bring you your leather tight pants, daddy… and the whip."
"Oh! Good intentions, I see." Jon nodded as he made her upper half completely visible, "Alright, go bring it."
She was about to stand but he pushed her down with a finger and gestured for her to crawl rather than walk. It made her even more excited as she turned around to crawl on her dress only to feel that its hem was stepped on. She turned back and smiled as the dress slid on her back, through her hips exposing her butt and she crawled out of it smoothly.
She arrived at the chest under the bed, pulled it out and unlocked it for several objects of elastic nature in various shapes and forms to appear. She rummaged through them and finally pulled out a pair of sturdy leather pants, a whip and a long soft rope.
As she crawled back, Jon took the leather pants and changed into it immediately then held her from beneath her chin and made her look up.
"Punishment time!"
"Yes, daddy."
"Stand up."
She stood up in front of him wearing nothing and hiding nothing. He touched her wherever he wanted to touch and from behind her, he clutched her neck the way she likes. With his other hand, he printed a red palm on her right butt cheek before the left.
"Am I redeemed now, daddy?"
"Do you want to?"
"N… No."
"Good answer."
It was finally the time, Jon took the rope she gave him and started passing it from its exact middle from behind her neck before circling over her shoulder, around her back, back to the front, between her hips then a knot and a twist. He started going in different patterns tying and knotting until she was tightly tied. While doing so, she moaned as she kept rubbing against him causing him to be fully ready for her. Her arms and legs were free for now at least because the night was still starting. Jon took the small whip and slowly started to pass it along her skin as he pushed her on the bed and raised…
*KnockKnockKnock!"
"Master!"
Jon and Miranda turned into a blur all at the same time and in a couple of seconds, they were back in their clothes without a hint of anything happening in the room.
Beth entered after taking permission and looked at the two.
"There is a gust of wind earlier…"
"I just closed the window, Beth. What's wrong?" Jon asked with a very calm and collected smile that would send shivers to a mountain.
"Grandpa Jonrad was asking for you. He is with Master Alina, Lady Jullanar and Uncle Wulfur outside. Uncle Mirren and Lady Isha are also there."
"Why the F…" Jon barely held himself at the mention of Jonrad but he took a deep breath and didn't say any bad word in front of Beth.
"Alright, Beth. You can go to bed now." Miranda said and watched as the girl walked out.
The two sighed lengthily and looked at each other.
"Is this what they call blue balls?" She asked.
"You too?" Jon clenched his teeth and stomped the ground, "I'm gonna go teach that ugly guy a lesson."
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After storming out of his room, Jon walked through the tower's upper section to the roof of the middle section where a large balcony was prepared for the family. There, Jon could see Jonrad and every one of the Blue Balls Alliance sitting together drinking and laughing.
"Oh! Jon, Sister, you too came." Mirren called innocently, "Uncle Jonrad is about to tell us a story."
"The story of how he became the ugliest man in the world overnight?" Jon sternly said as he walked closer and picked the seat closest to Jonrad not breaking eye-contact with him, "Or the story of how he became the Lord of Awkward Moments?"
"I wasn't planning to reveal it but there is a secret why my son became so unsightly." Jonrad made a rapid comeback.
"Yeah? Let's hear it." Jon slammed the table in anticipation of the verbal battle yet to come.
"They are doing it?" (Mirren)
"Not again!" (Isha)
"For Gods' sake." (Wulfur)
"But you two are almost…" (Alina)
"DON'T!" (Jon & Jonrad)
"Ahahaha! This is so fun. Hey kitty, come and watch!" (Jullanar)
The party was assembled in the weirdest of ways after a long workday for most of them and a painful experience for Jon and Miranda.
"Alright, everybody shut up." Alina clapped, "Father, please continue."
"Where were we?" Jonrad failed to remember where he stopped.
"You were telling us about the year 188 when you were at Wayrest. The city was attacked that year, right?" Wulfur said.
"Yes, 188. We…" Jonrad nodded.
"Hold up! You guys have already ruined my night, can you recap what happened before we arrived, please?" Jon asked.
"No, I won't. Look at you, loser… saying Please." Jonrad mockingly said.
"He was waiting for you to arrive before he starts." Alina stopped a conflict from happening by telling on Jonrad.
"Daughter, you are no fun."
"Thanks, wifey!"
"Hurry up! 4E 188, what happened? You saved the city and became some Hero?" Jullanar asked.
"Aside from the heroic escapades, that story I want to tell is not Heroics or such. It is actually the opposite, it is a tale with no heroes at all."
"Let's get the drinks first." Jon clapped and a barrel of wine appeared on the table between the gathering. He passed the goblets and they all drank for their own reasons, Jon's was to not ever have blue balls ever again.
And the story took them back… thirteen years ago.
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*Thirteen years ago, the 5th of Mid-year, 4E 188 - High Rock, the Kingdom of Wayrest*
[A/n: The story is narrated by Jonrad in the present time but he will conceal some of the events that will be written here. Only Jon will be able to tie things together.]
It starts with a man. A broken man looking at the sight of his wife and only child ride in the opposite direction as he takes lead amidst the enemy forces all alone. In a fit of madness and anger, he tosses barrels of Alchemist Fire in the Iliac Bay and burns three ships for the Aldmeri Dominion Navy before he escapes with arrows and sword wounds littering him.
Drifting across the bay, he soon arrived at High Rock and was treated by a Wiseman for a month or so until he was able to walk again. New reached him from Skyrim about the clash of the Nordic Clans over a cursed child and its death somewhere near Riften. By that time, Jonrad lost all hope in life and almost drank to his own demise if not for an old friend finding him.
Glemyt, a wandering hero who can be described as forgotten but he was rather more of an untold one.
He presented him with an Orb, he showed him the image of his child being raised in an orphanage and his wife being nursed by her family. Jonrad never felt so grateful but also knew he was weak and incapable of reclaiming his family again with only this amount of Strength. Rather than going back to Skyrim and endangering his family, he decided to stay in High Rock, look for a Master Mage to teach him how to mix the Flame Magic with Swordplay like the old Akavir have done but all rendered him as crazy or rather as someone invested in fictions.
Give up he never did and soon he found the teacher who is willing to teach. Rather than an actual teacher, it was a Patron, a Force, a Daedra.
Boethiah, Daedric Prince of Plots and Murder.
How could an ordinary man come into contact with Boethiah? Simple, he summoned the Daedric Prince after waltzing into an Arena of her Followers and slaying them to their last leaving not even a Priest standing.
Boethiah showed him favor. Seven Tasks, One Wish fulfilled.
Power, he demanded! Power, Lord.
Power thou shalt have.
A Murder? Easy. Who is the target?
A Bandit Lord.
Done!
A Corrupt Knight.
Easy!
A Serial Killer?
With pleasure!
A Scheming Official?
No wonder!
A Pirate Lord?
Without a doubt!
Five names were crossed, two names remained.
Still, each soul he took changed something. Altered the world somehow.
A far lasting consequence. A Butterfly effect. He sensed it but didn't know it could happen this way, the effects were too strange
The Bandit Lord's death caused the bandits to fight amongst themselves and descend into chaos with the majority of them taking to the sea and joining the pirates instead. It also made the security outside the town safer thus the Guards and Knights became lax.
The Corrupt Knight's death unified the Knights of Wayrest under another knight's authority, someone who is not any less corrupt. It started some sort of monopoly on corruption for the new rising knight and a lot of embezzlement happened.
The Serial Killer's death was an all-way for justice but with him gone, the guards became more lax on their night duty.
The Scheming Official was no less dirty than the King's entourage but he was from a different faction that believed in puppeteering the King or his Heirs rather than letting the corruption spread.
Lastly, the Pirate Lord was killed and another rose in his stead. That other one was smarter, nastier and way too evil.
Each and every single one of those simple five kills led to the complete crippling of Wayrest and the next thing… a fleet of pirates landed.
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Chapitre 581: Jonrad's Story (2): Uther Nere
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Little did it matter that day to Hilda what Jonrad said. She just kicked everything in her way and walked out of the tavern in a mix of anger and pain.
"I can't go back to Skyrim, I am not powerful enough yet." "Jon is safer away from us." "I still don't have the power to protect you both." "Power is the most important thing right now."
Each word he said was only about "Power" this and "Power" that.
He was obsessed to no end with being powerful, he was in no way going to let anything stop in his way in order to gain this power he always obsessed over.
"You can call it whatever you want but what you are after will cost you more than what you can handle."
She said those words and left.
Around Jonrad were Tyr, Cassia, Glymet and Laaneth.
[A/n: Cassia from Hammerfell chapter. Laaneth from the College.]
"Go after her." Jonrad asked Tyr, Hilda's brother, and the latter simply nodded before walking out.
Still, the situation was cold and awkward.
How did it reach this?
It started with Jonrad and Glymet operating in Wayrest as mercenaries for a couple of months so far. Jonrad was after a certain Magic Tome from the Magic Guild of Wayrest and Glymet was led here by chance to bump into Jonrad in a tavern some time ago.
Using Glymet's mystic ability, Jonrad learned that the Magic Tome he is after is hidden deep in the vaults of King Barinya. A hopeless endeavor for the king was known to be selfish and manipulative.
Sometime later, Glymet managed to notify his old group to come and visit Wayrest telling them that Jonrad is with him. General Cassia of Cyrodiil and the ex-wife of Tyr agreed to visit, the same went for Tyr and Laaneth who are friends with Glymet from the Great War. Hilda came as well to see Jonrad after 7 years.
It was the most awkward of meetings for Jonrad and Hilda. He who chose not to return and she who had to give their son to an orphanage in order for them to survive. Aside from them, even the divorced Tyr and Cassia were acting like love birds let alone Glymet and Laaneth.
The conversation happened, the total mood sunk down. Hilda shouted, Jonrad calmly replied, she kicked the door out and he kept drinking alone.
It was a dark period of their lives.
Eight years have passed since they had Jonhild, Eight yet to come until they all reunite but this is a story about Jonrad's dark times. While Hilda would spill blood and act like a pirate venting her rage and painting the sea red, Jonrad started to burn everything in his wake.
The King of Ash was a name to be feared during those times. He would pass by Thalmor envoys and patrols and strike them with his wrath leaving nothing but standing husks, the moment they are touched is the moment they crumble and disintegrate like Ash.
The other day, Glymet saw off Tyr, Cassia, Laaneth and Hilda while Jonrad chose to disappear somewhere only to end up discovered by Glymet watching Hilda as she boarded her ship.
"You should go fix things while you still can." Glymet said.
"I know." Jonrad replied.
"But you won't?"
"I mustn't. I am not ready."
Glymet nodded.
"That stinking luck of ours."
"Luck isn't supposed to be stinking."
"No? We are both Serpent Stars so I guess we aren't the one to speak about Luck anyway."
Glymet and Jonrad may seem different in many things but they saw eye to eye. Just like Jonhild and Jonrad, Glymet too was born under the same birth-sign, the Serpent. A Constellation that brings no peace.
Jonrad knew that if he goes back to his son, trouble will follow them wherever they go. Those murderous Clans will know that Jonhild is alive, gang up once again and try to do something. The Thalmor won't sit still either with the Skyrim's Most Wanted family emerging again.
The only way out of this was the way it began, Conflict, and that needs a lot of power to be won.
"Let's get out of here."
Jonrad turned away with each step he took causing him an ever so painful agony. He would drink himself to death for the whole night until tomorrow after that.
The next day was a day that dragged both Jonrad and Glymet into a confrontation with Fate in the image of an old Breton man from the upper nobility of High Rock. His name is Uther Nere. He invited Glymet and Jonrad but Jonrad bailed out as he was still not okay from the whole drinking thing.
As Glymet approached Uther Nere in his manor, the two of them sat and started conversing about a job that can only be called a suicide mission.
"Come in, traveler. I'm so glad you got my invitation." Uther spoke.
"Thank you, Lord Uther." Glymet said as he surveyed the place with his eyes left and right sensing the presence of many others hiding behind the corners.
"Excuse my guards. Lately, things haven't been looking up to my business as well as my safety. Too many concerns I may say." Uther explained.
"No need, milord. I hope you find peace of mind in both business and privacy." Glymet said with a tone that carried a bit of mockery.
"Please, help yourself." Uther invited Glymet to a plate of grapes and a goblet of wine which the latter didn't refuse.
The two men were sitting near a fireplace in two large chairs against each other. Glymet could see signs of worry and concern all over Uther's face and started making preparations on how to press the rich old man for more money.
"I've been watching you for some time, and I think you're just the person I need." Uther started speaking.
"Oh!" Glymet felt awkward about it as he blew the seeds of the grapes into his fist and dumped them on the table, "I don't appreciate it when my privacy is being violated."
"Excuse my caution, young man, but a man of my position should be very wary of those whom he deals with and this is a job for the best mercenary I can find." Uther replied.
"I understand but just to be clear from now on, I don't like being supervised and bossed around." Glymet made a serious face as he pointed.
"You have my word of honor." Uther nodded then remembered something, "I thought you would be working with a partner; tall, Nord."
"Ah! My partner is having a long break sadly. He had some depressing words from Skyrim."
"Skyrim, yes. You're from Skyrim as well, right?" Uther asked, trying to point out the resemblance of Glymet's name and those of Nords.
"Me? I was born here in High Rock, in Dragonstar. You know the folk there, Bretons mix with Redguards and Nords and even Imperial. We pride ourselves to be the most diversified human community."
"Oh! True. The folk of Dragonstar are unique indeed. No one can tell what race you are without tracing your heritage."
"Indeed."
"It was nice getting introduced." Uther said as he drank, "I am Uther Nere of…"
"The Nere Trading Company, the largest network of traders in the Eastern Kingdoms and a major partner to the Crowns of Hammerfell."
"Ah! So you did some digging." Uther laughed as he didn't expect less from Glymet who was smiling as well.
The two men seem to have high standards in taking careful steps in their deals which will fit this job royally.
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Uther said.
"Let's hear it."
"I warn you, this task will be bloody, but the cause is just. It concerns an infamous band of assassins known as the Dark Brotherhood…
… The brotherhood is a foul death cult worshiping a living corpse known as the Night Mother…
… Some years ago my daughter, the poor misguided girl, murdered her own mother in order to gain their favor…
… She claimed to be recruited by the Night Mother's Listener herself…
… Later, I learned that my daughter too had died pursuing this violent life…
… For years I have sought this Listener, but she is elusive…
… I want you to infiltrate the Brotherhood, find her, and lead me to her…
… Together, we will ensure that no other family suffers the same fate as mine…
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The last words Uther Nere said was on how to get into contact with the brotherhood.
"I know one sure way to get the Brotherhood's attention. Find someone they were planning to assassinate, and kill them first. I would check the inn to see if anyone's seen anything suspicious. I also know a man was murdered yesterday; try examining his body."
Glymet took those words and the other ones to his friend, Jonrad. The latter heard them while drinking and barely put his mind into them.
"You're in or what?" Glymet asked.
"I don't care about a damn bloody brotherhood." Jonrad replied with the stinky breath of a drunken man, "Let's just go track down the damn Listener the old fashion way."
"Come on, man! You and I know very well how good of a deal this is. Stable funding for months… maybe a year or two. You get to dabble into something other than and less dangerous than these Labours of Boethiah you are doing. Who knows? The Gods may smile upon your sorry ass for getting the world of an evil cult."
"Yeah! The Gods." Jonrad mocked Glymet as he was about to drink from his tankard again but Glymet pulled it away.
"Sorry, mate. I need you sober and ."
"Fuck off!" This horse piss can't get me halfway to Mara's lap let alone Dibella's bosom." Jonrad scoffed at Glymet's worries as he started drinking from the bottle.
"Your funeral, my friend." Glymet stood up, "Fine, how about we split up on this. I'll ask around here in the inn about suspicious activities and you go put your spy skills to good use on that murder scene."
"I'll finish this and go."
"Also do something about the smell, lighten or get laid or whatever. You look like a damn mess."
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"And did you take his advice?" (Jon)
"More or less." (Jonrad)
"There is no more or less about getting laid." (Jon)
"Well, things escalated one way or the other later that night." (Jonrad)
"Fuck you!" (Jon)
"Wha… Why?" (Jonrad)
"Just saying." (Jon)
Jon tried to console his sex partner of earlier this night, Miranda, by parting her back only to feel a weird texture under her clothing.
"You… haven't taken out the ropes?" (Jon whispering)
"… And you haven't changed your leather pants." (Miranda whispering)
The two realized that they put on their clothes in hurry and are now trapped with their kinky uniforms barely hidden. The only thing they could do was to act natural.
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Glymet approached the bartender readying a pair of gold septims in his palm before passing them on to the indifferent innkeep.
"Good evening."
"What do you want?"
Lining up the tankards after cleaning them, the innkeeper took the money from Glymet.
"I am looking for some rumors for work. Haven't you seen any suspicious folk lately?"
The silly question made the innkeeper look at Glymet up and down while Jonrad shook his head to the pitiful attempt of fishing out information.
"The last suspicious folk I've been seeing lately are a few Wood Elves who haggle as much as Khajiit and a couple of mercenaries lazing around in my inn." The innkeeper said in patience, "You have to be more specific with 'Suspicious', kid."
Glymet scratched his head realizing how silly it went so he decided to be even sillier.
"If it is more specific, have you heard of anyone who mentions things like Murder, Killing or maybe… Sithis?"
The question completely erased the grin off the innkeeper's face just as Glymet hoped it would. Still, it was rather replaced with some grim expression.
"Piss off!" The innkeeper tossed back the coins at Glymet, "You and your friend need to get the fuck out."
"What… Come on, we're customers here. At least give me a lead."
"You ask too many questions." The innkeeper slammed his counter table, "I think it's time we taught you what we do to nosy people."
With that, a few buffed up thugs came from all the corners standing around Glymet. The situation looked threatening and escalating to…
A flying bottle!
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"A what?" (Alina)
"Not my proudest moment, believe me." (Jonrad)
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The bottle landed crashing onto the head of one of the goons and the one who threw it was the awkwardly stumbling Jonrad.
"Tavern War! For Skyrim! WOOO!" (Jonrad)
"""HAAA!!!""" (Everything Else)
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