Gambolpuddy Chapter 1Chapter One: In Which a Madgod Gives a Fetch QuestThey were returning from a hunting trip when they came across the pool. Sigyn was surprised she hadn't seen it before; she'd spent so long exploring the area around Whiterun that it felt like she knew every individual rock by name.It was the familiar glow of a nirnroot that caught her attention. Hefting the brace of animal pelts that she and Lydia had collected, she made her way up and over to the pond. The plant stood with its roots in the shallow water. Sigyn smiled as she bent to harvest it. Ten, finally. The gods-cursed fetch quest for Ingun Black-Briar had been sitting on her to-do list for ages."Lydia, looks like we're headed for Rift" The words died in her throat.Protruding from the still surface of the water was a bare, skeletal hand, clutched loosely around the hilt of a silver sword."Well, isn't that something," Sigyn breathed, dusting her hands off and getting to her feet.Lydia stopped bes
Gambolpuddy Chapter 2Chapter Two: In Which Sigyn is Comfortable With Her Life ChoicesSigyn took her time on the way to Riften. She'd left Lydia at Whiterun, after giving her a vague explanation of what had happened and instructing her to take the Elven sword and put it in the chest beside her bed. Then she'd fetched her horse Aurelius from the stables and set off.It took her just over a day to reach the Rift, and another two till the walls of Riften came into view. She smiled as she saw the stables. It was good to be back.Leaving Aurelius in Shadr's capable hands, Sigyn made her way to the main gate. The guard frowned as she passed through the archway."Wait," he said hesitantly. "Do I know you?""Nope." Sigyn breezed past him before he could argue and immediately made a beeline for Eligrim's Elixirs. Springing down the stairs two at a time, she followed the walkway around till the dark wooden door appeared in the shadow of the canal wall, right at the end of the planks. The door opened with a lo
Gambolpuddy Chapter 4Chapter Four: In Which It Gets Very Cold"Sigyn?""Yes?""I can't feel my toes.""I've heard."Marcurio paused. "There are a couple of other things I can't feel either.""A true loss to the world," Sigyn said dryly.There were very few times when Sigyn wished she'd been born a Nord. Now, trudging through heavy snow with the wind tearing at her hair, lips cracked, freezing cold and aching, was one of them."Are we there yet?"Marcurio wasn't helping the situation.She turned around to look at him, barely managing to keep a straight face; he was holding his hood so tightly closed that only the tip of his nose was visible. "We'll stop for a few minutes," she decided. "There's a cave up ahead, if memory serves."'Cave' was not really the right name for the thing. It was more a shallow indentation in the rock face. But Marcurio practically dived inside when they reached it, and it was a welcome relief from the stinging snow."L-light a fire, would you?" Marcurio pleaded."Darling, yo
Gambolpuddy Chapter 3Chapter Three: In Which Brynjolf Sets the Standard For Men EverywhereSigyn led the way round to the chapel. She rarely ever went through the Ratway anymore, if she could help it, not when the secret entrance took her straight to the Cistern. She tugged on the chain and waited for the tomb to slide away, then held the manhole open for Marcurio as they climbed down the ladder. The mage crinkled his nose as they dropped into the passage."Nice to know the smell hasn't improved," he remarked.Sigyn hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Mind your manners. I've known these people a lot longer than you, and gods know they're better company."He was about to retort when Brynjolf rounded the corner. The big man was wearing his Nightingale Armour and reading a sheaf of parchment, and didn't notice Sigyn till he almost walked into her.Brynjolf blinked in surprise, then grinned broadly. "Lass. Good to see you again. What brings you back to Rif" He noticed Marcurio suddenly and scowled.