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[hannah-heartstrings]

A Convenient Inconvenience

Finally after some rewrites, several edits, and a few distractions I’ve finished a fic with all four Heroes of Kvatch.

Me and my family pretend like our Elder Scrolls characters travel together, we’ve basically turned the Oblivion Crisis into a found family road trip. And this road trip is filled with a lot of bickering and detours, especially when one can’t stop doing side quests and another’s always looking for an excuse to visit a certain friend...

About 1,450 words so 1,200 is below a cut.

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           The sun hung high, leaving short shadows around the trees and not much shade for the road.

           Four adventurers rode or walked down the road in a diamond formation.

           Rann smiled confidently as he led them atop his unicorn.

           In the back Praelyn surveyed the surrounding forest from her white horse. “Isn’t Cheydinhal a bit out of the way?”

           “Lecrinn found a lost heirloom, and you know how serious I am about returning lost family heirlooms.”

           Her brows lowered. “Unless they’re powerful maces?”

           “I’m still in the process of returning it,” he said defensively, glancing back.

           Between them rode Reptilious. He arched a brow at Lecrinn who walked beside, always insisting she was fast enough on her own. “Cheydinhal huh? Convenient…”

           She shot a quick glare up at him.

           Praelyn still had her annoyed gaze set on Rann. “And how long have you been in the process of returning it?”

           “I don’t remember,” he said quickly.

           As no one spoke it grew quiet, just the soft hoof beats against the dirt and a distant songbird.

           Lecrinn looked to the trees, spotting one with pink flowers she gave a big smile. They were getting close.

           “You know what I don’t get?” Reptilious asked after a minute. “How are people always losing their heirlooms?”

           “I know,” Praelyn’s face pinched, “you’d think they’d keep better track of them.”

           “They should lock them up,” Rann added.

           Lecrinn faced forward. “What I don’t get is when people lock up the most mundane things.”

           They all looked at her.

           She stared intently ahead, looking more awkward by the moment.

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           A Dunmer woman sat on a bench outside the stables, finishing off a loaf of bread. At the clops of horses she looked down the road, beaming as they came into view.

           “I could know for perfectly legitimate reasons,” Lecrinn argued as they came up to the stable.

           “Yeah but you don’t,” said Reptilious.

           As they dismounted the woman ran up to the unicorn. “Hey there,” she said gently as she petted its muzzle.

           “Hey Mivryna,” Lecrinn passed her.

           She turned her head to give her a quick nod. Turning back to the unicorn her smile widened. “I have apples for all of you!”

           “Thanks!” Rann stood beside the unicorn.

           “Oh,” she laughed nervously, “I was actually talking to the horses but you can have one too.”

           As the rest led the horses to the pen Lecrinn came up to Rann. “How long are we staying?”

           “I thought we’d just return the medallion, grab something to eat, and be on our way.”

           She looked worried. “Yeah, but while we’re in town anyways might be a good time to stop for the night.”

           He looked confused. “It’s noon.”

           “But by the time we’ve restocked and checked if anyone needs anything it won’t be.”

           “Didn’t we restock in Skingrad?”

           Her mouth hung open, floundering for an excuse.

           Reptilious came from the pen. “It wouldn’t hurt to spend an hour or two checking in, while we’re here.”

           Praelyn came up beside him. “I thought this was supposed to be a quick trip.”

           “Yes, but we don’t really need to hurry right now, it’s a good chance to make sure everything’s all right.”

           “I guess that’s true,” she nodded in agreement.

           Lecrinn eased.

           “I’ll check on the Fighter’s Guild,” Reptilious continued.

           Putting his fists on his hips Rann stood straighter. “And I’ll see if anyone needs a Hero of Kvatch, or an Arena Champion, or a dragon slayer.”

           The other three glanced at each other.

           “Sure,” Lecrinn nodded.

           “I suppose I’ll check on the Mage’s Guild,” said Praelyn, “someone should also make sure Rythe hasn’t fallen into a painting.” Gaze catching on Lecrinn she gave a playful smile. “Unless I need to keep an eye on everyone’s locked chests.”

          “Oh I think she’ll be busy,” Reptilious shot a slight smirk at Lecrinn, getting a glare back.

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             Rann walked confidently as he led them through town. “Hey,” he greeted a Dunmer as she passed by, “Hero of Kvatch here, how may I help…” his head trailed after her as she kept walking. “I’ll check in later,” he looked forward, never losing the sure grin. “Hi,” he greeted a patrol, “yeah, Hero of Kvatch.”

           Looking away, Praelyn shook her head. Lecrinn held in a laugh while Reptilious just stared ahead.

           “Hello ma’am, Hero of-”

           She walked off.

           “Well I’m busy now, I’ll talk to you later.”

           As they reached the castle Lecrinn lit up with a big smile.

           Entering the throne room there was the count, his bodyguard, and steward.

           Her smile fell, immediately searching the room. Her steps slowed, falling behind the group.

           Rann stopped in the middle of the room, speaking proudly. “Hello sir, Heroes of Kvatch here to request an audience.” He raised his hand to take a dramatic bite from an apple.

           The count looked both confused and curious. “Go on.”

           He held up a finger as he quickly chewed.

           His confusion grew.

           With a sigh Praelyn’s head sunk into her palm.

           After choking down the bite he regained his composure. “We are here to return your lost heirloom,” he pulled the necklace from his pocket. “No need to thank us but you are welcome.”

           He gasped. “My Hlaalu Medallion! Where did you get that?”

           Opening his mouth he paused, realizing he didn’t know.

           “It doesn’t matter, I do thank you for returning it. Naspia,” he turned to his steward, “see that they are rewarded.”

           She nodded, took the necklace, and left.

           Praelyn stepped up beside Rann, hands folded before her. “We thank you for your generosity sir, that won’t be necessary.”

           “But I want stuff.”

           She elbowed him, aiming for his waist but forgetting her own height hit his chest.

           “No, I insist,” said the count.

           Rubbing his chest Rann leaned towards her, whispering. “What was that for?”

           She kept facing forward, eyes cutting to him as she whispered back. “You don’t need more stuff, you can barely carry the stuff you’ve got.”

           “I’ll replace it with better stuff.”

           “You don’t even know what all you have!” she snapped in a hushed tone.

           “Sure I do, I have this mace-”

           “That’s not yours!”

           Reptilious grimaced, wondering if they realized the room was quiet and echoey.

           “Without looking,” Praelyn turned to him, “can you tell me how many skulls you’re carrying?”

           “You made me get rid of the skulls!”

           “As if you haven’t picked more up!”

           “Not recently!”

           As they continued their whispered argument the count looked uncomfortable.

           Reptilious glanced back as Lecrinn snuck from the room. He shook his head but wore a slight smile.

           In the hall she passed a Khajiit servant. “Oh, hi Ra’qanar.”

           He looked from her to the throne room, curious.

           Once outside she crossed the courtyard, heading for the town.

           “Lecrinn?” asked a surprised voice from behind her.

           Turning she smiled. “Garrus!”

           There stood the guard captain before the barracks door. As he walked towards, so did she, arms bobbing at her sides.

           “It’s good to see you again,” he beamed before looking a little shy, “I was starting to worry.”

           “No he wasn’t!” a guard yelled from the barracks. “He worried about you the second you left!”

           He turned to look at him annoyed.

           He smirked back before heading towards town.

           “Ignore Marcus,” he turned back to her.

           “He’s fine,” she glanced after Marcus with a snicker before facing Garrus. “I’m going to be in town for an hour or two so I thought maybe we could get lunch? Unless you’ve already eaten,” her sure tone started to fade, “but we could take a walk or… something else.” She looked nervously hopeful.

           “I believe I could spare a few hours.” He smiled, her nerves calming. “And, no, I haven’t eaten, but while patrolling the market earlier I saw someone selling meat pies that smelled really good.”

           “A stroll through the market sounds nice.”

           “We can stroll after we eat, you’ll need to rest since, knowing you, you probably walked the whole way here,” he looked almost accusingly.

           “I’ll be fine.”

           “I know you will, because I’m making sure of it.”

           Her lips tightened in an attempt to contain the widening smile.

           “So how does eating meat pies by the river sound?”

           Her voice softened. “Sounds lovely.”

           “Great,” a smile brightened. “I’ll see if I can get someone to cover the shift.” He headed back to the barracks.

           She smiled triumphantly as she stared after him.

           Once he left Ra’qanar came up beside her confused. “Khajiit doesn’t understand, why did you bother to steal the medallion just to return it?”

           Gaze shifting to him, her eyes narrowed into a sly smirk. “I didn’t need it anymore.”

[oblivionloading]

Due to years of tradition, luring count Andel Indarys to a cave full of oiled-up goblins wielding foam war hammers is not considered a crime.

[thequeenofthieves]

Count Indarys: So what are your interests, my lady?

Varinia: Your son in my room.

Count Indarys: *raises eyebrow* Pardon?

Varinia: The sun and the moon. Astronomy.

[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Hoks fav count

Count Umbranox: well, the Hero of Kvatch and I are good friends and I'm their favourite count in Cyrodiil.

Count Hassildor: Corvus, Corvus, you've been gone for 10 years and I don't think your "friendship" with the HoK is as strong as mine. They helped me with several things already.

Count Indarys: Well gentlemen, they assisted my son earlier in the crisis with an oblivion gate and that only shows that we are their favourite noble family with makes me their favourite count.

Countess Carvain: Boys, the HoK fought a whole battle before the gates of my city so please, get in line.

[uesp]

"Imperials hate Dark Elves; Dark Elves hate Imperials. Imperials hate that a no-name Hlaalu trader got made into a count. Andel Indarys doesn't help his case by having a prat for a son, and a wife that dies in very suspicious circumstances. Our Dark Elves left Morrowind to get away from the Church and State, and they don't like it when Imperials get all holy and patriotic with them. Of course, local Dark Elves tend to be money-grubbing, alcoholic low-brows with little education or culture. Since I read a lot, and speak well, and don't drink brandy from milk pails, I guess I qualify as an Imperial. But on the whole, I like Cheydinhal's Dark Elves better than I like the Imperials, so go figure...."

--Mach-Na, describing Cheydinhal

[meloblivion]

Count Andel Indarys with melons

[mazurah]

So I was gossipping with the nobility, y’know, like you do, when this happened. Apparently, the Count and Countess of Leyawiin have some things to say about the Count of Cheydinhal.

Count Marius Caro: “Andel Indarys is an intemperate, bibulous philanderer. And a Dark Elf. Other than that, he is perfectly suited to be a count.”

Countess Alessia Caro: “How did a Dark Elf become Count Cheydinhal? King Helseth and Barenziah have considerable influence, and Helseth and Indarys are cronies. Get it?”

Count Marius Caro: “Andel Indarys may or may not have killed his wife, and it may or may not have been an accident. And I doubt we’ll ever know for sure.”

[justdunmerthings]

being the only dunmer count in cyrodiil.

[hannah-heartstrings]

*Lecrinn walks into Cheydinhal Castle*

Guard: Ah, our queen graces us with her presence once more.

Lecrinn: *Playful smirk at him*

Andel Indarys: *Done with them* You don’t have a queen, you have a count: me.

Second Guard: *At Lecrinn* This guy bothering you, queen?

[hannah-heartstrings]

Quick snip I might turn into a fic at a later date, this would go immediately after Lecrinn arguing with Count Andel Indarys.

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            “Someone escort this woman out of here,” he hissed.

            Stepping up beside her, Garrus gave a quick bow before offering an arm. “My lady.”

            “No not like that!”

[hannah-heartstrings]

The count suddenly stood up and he and his bodyguard just stared at each other for several minutes. I feel like they were having some sort of secret conversation, probably about the riff raff running around the throne room.

Bonus, here's a version where the glare from a lamp makes it look like the count's head is glowing like some Renaissance painting:

[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Post oblivion crisis meeting of the guys

Andel Indarys: why are these meetings always so late I mean we are inside a dark castle anyway.

Janus Hassildor: Because I don't have time for this stuff but you people force me to come anyway

Marius Caro: you mean because nobody shall find out that you are a vampire

Janus Hassildor: What-?! N..no!

Regulus Terentius: calm down, Janus. Everyone here knows that and to be honest- nobody cares.

Janus Hassildor: ...

Andel Indarys: like Corvus being the grey fox for the last ten years

Corvus Umbranox: wha- how can you know that?

Andel Indarys: just figured

Corvus Umbranox: oh..

Marius Caro: Guys, what will we do about the real problem? We all have oblivion gate fragments in front of our cities, Kvatch is still not existent and there's again no emperor.

Janus Hassildor: So we just do nothing?

Andel Indarys: great plan

Corvus Umbranox: I agree

Regulus Terentius: saves money

Marius Caro: well, see you next week then!

[hannah-heartstrings]

13, 15, 20

13. An NPC you would cherish with love and care?

To the surprise of no one: Martin, he deserves so much more. And you can tell he isn't happy being treated as emperor. He seems trapped at Cloud Ruler and in his role, I want to give him a hug, make him some tea, and help him sneak out to Bruma sometimes.

Also I feel so bad for Baurus, he feels guilty for what happened to the last emperor, is determined to not let it happen again and I know what's coming. 😭 And he seems so sweet, he deserves better.

Also Garrus Darelliun, he's the best guard captain in the game, putting people above the law and his own pride, and he's treated the worst. He's stuck guarding the throne room for 15 hours straight, he doesn't even have a lunch break. Am I supposed to assume he eats while guarding or isn't eating? (Time for a Robin Hood HoK to kidnap him every chance she gets)

15. Favorite divine?

Probably Stendarr, I like the idea of a god of mercy.

And if your infamy is higher than your fame and you try to pray at their shrines the other gods say how they don't like you or how you break their laws and his says that the poor suffer because of your crimes, it sends a better message.

20. Favorite count/countess?

I don't know that much about most of them but Janus Hassildor seems cool, I like his aesthetic. I snuck through the castle just to see if I could (turns out I can!) and he has a secret throne room in a dark hall lined with firepits, this guy is so dramatic. XD

Also I love to hate on Andel Indarys, he makes a good target for my Robin Hood HoK, partially because of what I said about Garrus.

Thanks for the ask! ^_^

[uesp]

Did You Know: It is rumored that Count Andel Indarys murdered his wife? Lady Llathasa Indarys was found badly battered and dead at the foot of the County Hall stairs, twenty years into her marriage to the Count. The Count's reputation for flying into rages and his various shady connections have made him the most popular suspect in her tragic death.

Beyond the Count himself, it is worth noting that the Count has turned a deliberate blind eye to the conspicuous Dark Brotherhood activity in his city.