Nandita To Nandini
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“Alright, so ... hear me out before you make a judgement, but ... I want to burn down the Alienage,” Cailan said.
I choked – on what, I couldn’t say – and began coughing, while Alistair thumped me on the back. Aedan sputtered, face turning an unusual shade of crimson, but Kallian merely raised one eyebrow inquiringly.
Aedan finally managed to get out an entire sentence. “I think you’re a lot more sleep-deprived than we thought, Cailan,” he ventured.
“Or maybe you had a head injury you didn’t tell anyone about during the battle?” I wondered.
Cailan rolled his eyes. “I did ask you to hear me out before you judge,” he reminded us.
Alistair waved his arm in a ‘go on’ sort of gesture, and Cailan nodded at him before turning to Kallian.
“After Denerim was evacuated, it looks like there was a fire started in one of the homes in the Alienage. It burnt a large number of houses, and damaged more. No one was hurt, but it’s going to have to be rebuilt. And it gave me an idea.
“Look, I know it’s been your home, but the fact is, the Alienage is a mess. It’s impossible to keep clean, the houses are falling down, plagues keep spreading there ... no one should live like that.”
“We’ve never exactly had much of a choice,” Kallian defended.
Cailan threw up his arms excitedly. “No, no, I’m not blaming you. You’ve done the best you could with what you have. But that’s the point, really. You didn’t have much to work with, and then once people were living there, it was very difficult to do anything about it, even if someone had tried. We couldn’t kick out dozens or hundreds of people while we renovated their homes, and doing it one building at a time was too expensive and time consuming, not to mention the nobility would not have approved the expenditure even if it were possible.”
Cailan continued, breathless and enthusiastic, not allowing anyone else to get a word in edgewise, “That’s why this is the perfect opportunity. The Alienage is empty, likely for a couple more weeks, and half of it is already destroyed. There’s no one to displace. We have a few trustworthy mages available to help us, and the nobility are busy doing other things. If the rest of the Alienage burned while everyone was evacuated, they wouldn’t have to approve a motion to rebuild, because I have sole discretion over the budget during an emergency – and then we could do it right, without a fight. Highever and Amaranthine won’t be ready for the stonemasons for a while yet, so those that came from Orzammar are going to be sitting on their thumbs anyway – and we’ve already paid for their services. There’s a lot of old stone quarries around Denerim that could be reopened.
“We could build multi-story stone buildings, give each family more space, and still have room to spare. We could expand the green space around the Vhenadahl, maybe build a school? It wouldn’t even cost that much, especially if the returning residents helped with the construction. The biggest problem will be housing people during the reconstruction, but fortunately it’s summer. We could set up temporary camps outside the gates, allow hunting nearby to supplement food stores ... we have the army to build camps like we did in the Bannorn. As long as we can keep any rain off, it shouldn’t be unbearable until the first buildings are ready, and then people can crowd in and share until everything is finished.
“It gives us an excuse to arm the elves – they need to protect themselves while living outside of the city, and to hunt. It allows us to improve the Alienage, and even employ some of the elves temporarily as labourers during the building.”
He finally stopped, gulping breaths of air rather comically at the end of his hurried speech. He glanced back and forth between Aedan and Kallian, expecting – correctly – that the two of them would have the strongest opinions on the subject.
I didn’t know what to think. In some ways it made sense – the Alienage really was a travesty, and burning it to the ground seemed like one of the few ways to recover it, especially if it was as badly damaged as Cailan said – but where would all those people live during the construction? It would take a lot of time to build as much as he was suggesting, and the evacuees were expected back within weeks at the most. I was also concerned about the likelihood of backlash in the Landsmeet; most nobles’ opinions on the city elves seemed to consist of a ‘survival of the fittest’ mentality. I doubted there was any money left in the Arl of Denerim’s estate to cover it either, though it should have been the Arl’s responsibility – if only there was an Arl of Denerim right now – and not Vaughn or Howe, either.
Aedan shared my concern about the cost, and he and Cailan immediately began debating the viability of the plan from that perspective. Kallian was surprisingly quiet. I expected her to be either enthusiastic at the prospect of making the Alienage livable, or angry at the idea of burning down the rest of her former home, but she just kept her gaze fixed firmly in her lap while Cailan and Aedan brain-stormed the funding aspect. I was barely listening, mind awhirl with possibilities and risks, but it sounded like Aedan thought it was possible.
Finally, when Kallian still hadn’t said anything, Cailan addressed her directly. “What do you think?”
She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly. “I think nicer houses won’t fix the biggest problem Ferelden – and the rest of Thedas – faces with elves.” Cailan’s face fell, and she held up a hand. “Don’t get me wrong – it would be nice not to worry that the next stiff breeze will blow down someone’s home, and to have somewhere for the homeless to go, but without jobs, and income, and the ability to defend ourselves from those who would do us harm, it’ll be just a differently-decorated slum. When most humans see us as less worthy of respect than the rodents we end up eating, why bother putting us in prettier houses?”
Cailan looked crestfallen. “I want to improve the elves’ lives. I want you to have safe places to sleep and not risk frostbite all winter. I want you to be seen as citizens. It’s not going to happen overnight, Maker knows, but can’t we at least try? I will do my best to change our culture, a little at a time, but this might be our only opportunity to really address the housing situation. Once everyone is back, as it stands, most of the elves will be homeless, and I think we all know the nobility as a rule will leave them to fend for themselves.”
Kallian examined Cailan’s earnest face for a long silent moment, and I could almost see the wheels spinning. I wonder what she’s looking for. Finally she nodded. “If you can manage the details – housing for my people during the renovations, funds for the construction – then I agree, and I will help you. Most people have taken their few valuables with them out of the Alienage, so it’s as good a time as we’re likely to get.”
Aedan nodded agreement, and Cailan turned to Alistair and I, sitting together, stunned. “Yes?” he asked. “I’d like as much support as I can get.”
Alistair squeezed my hand once, and it knocked me out of my reverie. “Yes, of course. If you think it can be done, we’re behind you.”
Aedan interjected, “Send messengers to Nathaniel and Fergus – I know they’ll back you too. Highever has always been better about elven rights, and Nathaniel’s no racist. I bet Leonas and Alfstanna would too – and the more obvious support you have, the less backlash. Lots of the nobility have gone home, but send messengers, and I’m sure at least some will agree.”
“Right.” Cailan ran his hand through his hair, rubbing his scalp thoughtfully. “If we’re going to do this, it’s got to be now – as soon as possible. We need the mages to burn the rest of the Alienage right away, before anyone thinks to look at the extent of the damage. I ‘borrowed’ a handful of mages from the Circle – in addition to the healers – to supplement the army and eventually reinforce Amaranthine, and there’s three I think would help us and keep their mouths shut. Do you suppose any of the Warden mages would help?”
I nodded. “I’ll go ask, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll be right back.”
“Meet us by the east gate, instead – we’ll try to avoid too much notice, yes?” Cailan suggested.
I ran back to where our group had set up, finding Alim and Anders playing chess in the small dining room we’d borrowed. Solona was in her room – a room she was sharing with Anders, I was pleased to note – and quickly joined us when I called her. I avoided asking Wynne – who was probably too busy healing anyway – guessing that she’d be less than approving of our plan. Which should probably make me second guess the wisdom of the plan, but ... Nah. It’s got to be done.
I explained the plan in hurried whispers as we headed to the east gate; all three mages were more than happy to lend their aid to the cause.
“I’m not much good with fire,” Anders declared, while I shushed him, looking around to see who could be listening. “I’m pretty good with ice, though, so I can help keep the fire from raging out of control,” he whispered.
“Protect the Vhenadahl at all costs,” I suggested. Alim nodded, but Anders just looked at me in confusion. “The big tree,” I elaborated, and he nodded. “The walls should keep the fire from spreading to the rest of the city.”
When we met up with Cailan, Aedan, Alistair, and Kallian, the four had three unfamiliar, elven mages with them, as well as Zevran, of course, and Wulf, who nodded at me when I arrived, but stayed firmly behind Kallian like a shadow. A number of soldiers also joined us, armed and armoured, though not wearing royal livery. The group of us left through the side gate, walking quickly but quietly across the city and through a large gate to the Alienage.
I stopped, shocked at the destruction the initial fire had caused; where Kallian’s father’s home had been, across a large square from the Vhenadahl, there was now nothing but a burnt out shell filled with rubble and mud. The fire had originated in the larger building next door, a run-down two-story affair that had barely looked inhabitable at the best of times, but it was now burned to the ground. All of the buildings around it – mostly dilapidated shacks – were damaged, and the fire had clearly spread across the roofs to the next few rows of houses as well. Several buildings were open to the sky, spears of charred wood no longer holding anything up standing all around.
It was depressing, but while I felt sad and slightly ill, Kallian looked remarkably unaffected, and then I remembered she’d already been to the Alienage to bring those who’d refused to evacuate to the Palace.
“It’s a miracle no one was hurt,” Alistair breathed, wrapping his arm around my waist as I stared somberly at the wreckage.
I was jolted from my shock when Cailan called out orders softly. “Spread out, search every remaining building – I don’t want any accidental deaths or injuries.”
We all nodded and went to work, Alistair and some of the soldiers breaking down locked doors while Aedan, Wulf, and Zevran picked locks; Kallian and I followed and checked inside once the doors were open. It was horrifying, actually, violently breaking in to what was someone’s home – especially seeing the pathetic state of many of those houses. They were barren, as I would expect of an area that had been evacuated, but more than that it was obvious even so the abject squalor many of the elves lived in. There were homes that Kallian said housed six or eight people, but with only one, lumpy straw mattress surrounded by spaces where people had slept huddled on scrounged wooden planks or other makeshift pallets. Most had one or two chairs, at most, and many had no other furniture at all.
There were odd, abandoned belongings that, without words, Kallian and I began gathering up as we went, making a pile on a scavenged wooden slab: small stuffed animals and dolls, hand-carved toys, wooden and ceramic plant pots, articles of clothing, and other small keepsakes were all saved and put aside, and I hoped Kallian would be able to find their owners once everyone returned.
We didn’t find anyone living there. Even squatters had found better places to stay, I supposed; the thought made me even sadder. Cailan looked horrified, and I wondered if it was his first time in the Alienage. Once the entire area was cleared, those of us without magic gathered near the Vhenadahl while the mages planned strategy. My spine tingled as Anders and two of the others started casting, laying down a thick layer of ice on the ground surrounding the tree, spreading it to the nearest walls facing onto the green space. Once that was done, Anders planted himself in front of the group of us as the other mages spread out throughout the Alienage.
The plan was to set small fires, and then use magic to encourage them to spread, rather than just blasting the entire place with magical flames; I held my breath as I felt the spells that started the fires. It didn’t take long before there was smoke pouring out of the buildings the mages occupied, and soon the mages themselves were standing outside, arms spread, spells periodically magnifying the heat or containing the blaze to prevent it from burning out of control. As the flames crept nearer the Vhenadahl, Anders went to work with controlled blasts of ice, keeping the heat from rolling over those of us standing nearby.
In the end it took a couple of hours for the mages to drive the fires to all corners of the Alienage, scorching some of the surrounding stone walls for appearance’s sake. As an observer, it was a frightening thing to see at times, with flames leaping from building to building and smoke pouring into the sky; evening fell, and it looked even more impressive, lighting up the night sky. As we finished, a large group of soldiers, following Eamon and a couple of other nobles I didn’t recognise, showed up carrying axes and buckets – obviously planning to fight the flames – but by the time they’d arrived, the fires were all but out.
Eamon sputtered as he approached. “Your Majesty! What are you doing here?”
Cailan turned calmly towards the older man. “We had reports of a fire, so I grabbed the nearest mages and brought them here to combat it. Thanks to these Wardens, and mages on loan from the Circle, the fires have been put out – but I’m afraid most of the Alienage is unsalvageable.”
I had to hide my smile at Cailan’s blatant lie, and I noticed several of the soldiers and mages suppressing smirks as well. Eamon began loudly bemoaning the destruction, and when the last of the mages gave us the nod, Cailan put his arm across the Arl’s shoulders, ushering the man back towards the Palace, with us, the mages, and the soldiers following behind.
“Uncle,” I heard Cailan say, “I had no idea you were so sensitive to the needs of city elves. I have an idea – what if I put you in charge of the reclamation and rebuilding? I’ve got a budget in mind...”
I almost giggled at poor Eamon’s surprised, reluctant agreement as the two began discussing stone work and unskilled labour as Cailan cleverly implied (without promising anything) that if Eamon performed well enough, he might be considered for the vaunted Royal Chancellor position I knew he’d been aiming for from the start.
The soldiers and mages returned to their quarters, but Kallian followed us back to our common area, laughing with us as we talked about poor Eamon’s new role. I wondered how he’d react to working side-by-side with Kallian during planning and construction.
For the next several weeks there was a flurry of activity around the Palace. Cailan had the stonemasons, some of the nobles, Kallian, and Eamon in meetings, drawing up plans for the reconstruction, and had tasked some of the army with building temporary housing for the elves outside of the gates of Denerim. They erected the wooden platforms the army had used to keep water and mud out of the tents, and built a few communal, covered wooden structures for cooking and dining. Some of the scouts were sent hunting, hoping to provide food not only for the elves, but for the returning peasants until the harvest could be brought in and the markets returned to normal.
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“I’ve done it, Brian. I am now officially a resident of Corazón, Indiana,” Joanne said as we cuddled on Tuesday night. “And New York and Paris. But I’m registered to vote here and I now have an Indiana driver’s license. Not that I’ll ever use it.” “Joanne, I’ve always loved you and I am so happy you are back to stay. Part time,” I laughed. “God! I took the long way around, didn’t I?” she laughed. We touched each other. We knew that, even though we’d slipped and made love once or twice in...
Freda, the city clerk, wasn't very happy about having to fill in for the city manager, and she had tried to put off what she could until the new one arrived, hopefully in the next month. Still there was business to take care of, and sometimes it couldn't be put off. Since Kutzley had left, back at the end of November, Jack Musgrave had been dealing with most of the items to be done with the sewer system, and she let him have all of the mail unopened that looked like it might have something...
OK, we miscalculated slightly. Instead of a perfect teleport Arwen brought us in at nearly three hundred miles an hour at a steep angle onto the plain of Jezreel. Fortunately Dhunvael and I were able to protect the Fae with inertial dampening as well as assisting Arwen with braking and heat dissipation. “Keldravan,” I announced, sweat running down my forehead as the coating dissolved in front of us and the Royal guard, including Talshish, ported in en-masse to surround us. “My Princess!...
Alyssa let Helene cry against her shoulder, rubbing the aquatic girl’s back as she wept. Whispering soothing words in her ear, she waited until Helene had cried herself out, then said quietly, “Let’s go have a lie down.” Helene nodded and let the blonde lead her out of the Officers’ Lounge into the corridor beyond. The door to Faye’s room slid aside after Alyssa opened it with a telekinetic touch. They walked inside then sat on the bed, with Alyssa pulling the weary teal-skinned girl down...
Alan parked his car and shut off the engine. Looking across the street, he wondered if what he was planning was such a good idea. He'd driven over to the Morgan house, intending to surprise Heather, but now that he was there he was having second thoughts about it. For one thing, he could tell that her parents were home, which would make any hanky-panky that the two of them might get up to in her room a risky proposition indeed. Of course, taking those kinds of risks had never stopped...
I had really enjoyed the dig, but I also enjoyed that it was over. I couldn't wait to get back to the barge with its hot water shower. I also missed my Canary mornings. We headed back to the coast with me in the lead. I wasn't really ready for a nice restaurant, so we stopped at a McDonalds. It was actually very good since we didn't have one in New Wales. When we got back to the barge, I rushed to be first into the office shower. I was in the shower at least twenty minutes. Most of that...
As Mr and Mrs Unsworth along with Jessie and Bjorn headed out of their hotel into the streets of Ulm they were greeted by several other hotel employees all wearing the same see through uniforms. They would have seen other employees in the same uniforms the night before but having just been many hours in an aeroplane then a taxi from Munich to Ulm they were just too exhausted to notice anything of any significance. They just staggered somnambulistically from their taxi up to their room and...
I was eating some lunch when my phone dinged. It told me to go up to my room to my computer. Is this going to be interesting or disgusting? Do I really want to know what someone wants me to see? Well I don’t have much else to do right now... My computer was already on with lots of windows displayed. As soon as I sat down I saw that the whole left monitor was filled with videos from the girl’s showers, changing room and bathrooms. I really wasn’t interested in watching girls take care of...
Present – Jens, Ben and Thom – In the Cobra on the way to the hospital Thom wants to bet Ben a bottle of Knob Creek that Liz’s baby is a girl and Ben shocks us all when he replies, “Thom, it has to be something other than alcohol because I’ve decided to stop drinking.” I immediately ask, “Ben why have you decided to stop drinking?” Ben kisses me on the cheek and answers, “Jens, I’ve been drinking too much lately and it needs to stop.” I smile at Ben because it reminds me of the time Daddy...
Monday I went back to Washington. There were no surprises; I expected a fiasco and it was. Some of the Congress-critters were back - those that wanted to give the appearance that they were doing something. The rest were on taxpayer funded junkets - mostly to exotic tropical locations - and took their families as guests. With so few back, those that were had unlimited TV coverage and could propose all kinds of bills and laws on TV, knowing they would never see the light of day other than on a...
“I’m not frightened by the advent of intelligent machines. It’s the sarcastic ones I worry about.” —Quentin R. Bufogle, The Concubine of Mars DINNER WITH RAY AND DEBBIE, Joan’s father and stepmother, was pleasant and stimulating. We climbed into his Lexus RX and drove across the river to an Italian restaurant off Grand Ave and Halstead. Definitely a nice restaurant and it was obvious Ray was known there. We were immediately ushered to a table in a garden setting outdoors. “Rebeca, I...
Newt announced the Contract with America at the beginning of September. By then most of Washington knew something was up, but not the extent or breadth of the plan. The Democrats weren’t stupid. They had their spies just like we did. They knew we planned something big and bold, and they knew we were writing legislation, even if they didn’t have the printed copies in their hands. Still, it was an election year, and they were in survival mode. The mood of the country was changing, and the...
I shook my head to clear my ears but it didn’t work. The words were still reverberating in my head. My first instinct was to make a snide remark about alcohol and low birth weights. I bit it back because I knew Liz would never intentionally harm a fetus. I figured it was best to wait for an explanation. I had gotten myself into too much trouble by jumping before looking. “Wait!” I said. “How is that possible?” “Well, when two people really like each other sometimes they have sex,” Liz...
"I'm surprised they're allowing us so much time together really." Tenchi huffed. Sparing only a few glances the direction of the massive tent the Jurian's had set up in the vicinity. Noting with some amazement something which had been absent only yesterday now towered over and almost completely engulfed most of the old rest stop. "Don't they have some traditions about, you know? 'Seeing' the bride before the wedding or some such?" He finished. Deliberately ignoring the now...
It was about six o'clock in the evening; an opal-colored light, through which an autumnal sun shed its golden rays, descended on the blue ocean. The heat of the day had gradually decreased, and a light breeze arose, seeming like the respiration of nature on awakening from the burning siesta of the south. A delicious zephyr played along the coasts of the Mediterranean, and wafted from shore to shore the sweet perfume of plants, mingled with the fresh smell of the sea. A light yacht, chaste...
For all you fuckers who like to see cute petite girls who love a fat cock in their mouth, you're going to want to exit out of the other PornHub tab you have open and go over to this chick named Emma Fiore's Twitter. I've never seen such a small chick gobble a cock like this girl. She's never been innocent, and some of you have probably seen her streaming before and can testify to that with a cumshot all over your stomach. She not only plays with herself like other cam girls, but she's one of...
Twitter Porn AccountsArmand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...