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Molly Jones Chapter 11: Killing Her Softly

She had been watching them for quite some time. From the moment Molly and Zevran walked out of the eluvian, a bird perched quietly on the conveniently placed tree. From that vantage point she watched the show unfold. She saw the confessions, recriminations, and tears; and the epic kick followed by an uncomfortable silence as the two of them laid out their bedrolls; their backs turned from each other. It was only then, after their silent tears had been spent, that she flew down from her perch and put them both to sleep properly. Much of the night had past and, now in the pre-dawn hour, she watched as the Crow got up to relieve himself. She waited until he had finished and approached. “That little scene was better than most plays I’ve had the misfortune of attending. Should you both grow tired of fighting darkspawn, I can see a future for you on the road.” “Hello,” Zevran answered tentatively, placing his hand on his dagger as he turned to face an older, yet attractive woman with white

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Molly Jones: Prologue

“It’s calling me,” Molly Jones cried, thrashing wildly in her bed. “They’re coming…we have to go…Zev.” Zevran Arainai hunched over the sweat stained pillow and sheet and gently comforted his wife. He held her closely while rocking her and whispering soft, meaningless assurances in her ear. In his heart he knew what this was. For forty-two years they had avoided it, so much so that he had truly begun to believe that taint was no longer there and that somehow, she was immune to the effects of the Calling. But it was not so. For the past year Zevran had watched his beloved slip into a strange haz

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Molly Jones: Chapter 1 A Murder of Crows

continued from: Molly Jones: Prologue Sitting on a hill just beyond Redcliffe Castle, down a long and dusty road, Zevran Arainai watched the scene unfurl through his periscope. From a distance he could see—and hear— the little band of warriors descending the hill from the castle. There was a mage, templar, chantry girl, and an elf. All the makings for a very funny joke, Zevran thought; well, not now, seeing as he was preparing to wipe them out. Perhaps he would think of one later after the deed was done. Zevran had observed the group’s movements for nearly a week. The two Grey Wardens in the group, the human ma

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Molly Jones: Chapter 2 A New Dawn

Continued from: Molly Jones: Chapter 1 A Murder of Crows The soft, persistent light of dawn penetrated the well-worn canvas of his tent; Zevran stretched and cursed the cold, damp air that chilled him. For a moment he considered responding to sleep’s siren call; sadly, there was nothing in this musty tent to tempt him back under the covers. If she had been with him on this cold, damp morning he would have wrapped his body around hers and buried his head in her dark brown locks. But no, a sharp pang to the gut reminded him that all the warmth of her well-loved body was long gone and that hair had long since been submerged in the dirt.

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Molly Jones: Chapter 3 Leader of the Pack

Continued from: Molly Jones: Chapter 2 A New Dawn The hot, mid-morning sun beat down relentlessly against the barren, dusty road that led to Redcliff. Running her hands down her sides, Molly was thankful for the gift of a lovely, blue dress tossed in her tent by Sandal, the merchant’s Maker-touched son. The boy only possessed a few words; when she asked who had purchased the dress from his father, Sandal shook his head and answered with the words “painted” and “enchant.” Along with the dress came a pair of plain, slip-on shoes, much like the ones she wore in the Alienage. They were soft, though certainly not fo

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Molly Jones: Chapter 4 A Tribe Lost

Continued From: Molly Jones: Chapter 3 Leader of the Pack “This will not be easy,” Alistair said while peering down the long, narrow gangplank that led to the Arl’s barge. The barge, while perfect for a day on the lake, was proving most challenging in that no one could figure out how to get the crippled Qunari aboard. Looking back at Molly, he stated, “I don’t see how we’re going to get him on deck.” “I don’t know why we’re taking him at all,” countered Morrigan, as she dropped the heavy leg she was holding. “We should have left him on the side of the road.” R

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Molly Jones: Chapter 5 A Gilded Cage

This Chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Laurie Mason who last month lost her long battle with the taint (i.e.cancer). Fire rose high in the sky, brightly illuminating a star-filled night. From the boat, Molly could hear the shrieks of men and women coming from the Circle’s tower. For a moment, all of them watched in a solemn silence from the dock until the quiet was broken by involuntary gasps as they heard the piercing scream of a woman who was falling out of the high tower to her certain death. “Maybe now is not the time to approach these mages,” Zevran said. “I think we should come back…later, when the

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Molly Jones: Chapter 6 Fade Into You

Continued From:Molly Jones: Chapter 5 A Gilded Cage With Love and Admiration to David Bowie and Jim Henson. She woke to a cold, marble floor and a sick feeling in her stomach. Rising slowly from the ground, she looked up and realized that she was in some sort of marble palace. At every angle there were turrets and towers, brightly festooned by colorful banners and flags. It was a place out of a dream; the kind of dream that all little girls have of castles and heroes; it would have been beautiful had there not been a sickly, yellowing air to the place. Molly stood and then looked straight ahead. Standing before her was the man who started i

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Molly Jones: Chapter 7 Tales From Before

Continued From:Molly Jones: Chapter 6 Fade Into You They walked out of the Tower’s disarray into a clear night with a beautiful, dusky sky. Molly glanced to her right; there she spotted several benches facing out to Lake Calenhad. She motioned for the group to join her. Molly took her seat and Zevran sidled in closely next to her. “Molly, why are we stopping here?” Alistair asked. “My tummy is rumbling. I haven’t eaten since yesterday.” “I told you we have to wait for Wynne.” “What do you mean, Molly? Doesn’t she live here?” Morrigan let out an exasperated moan. “Wha

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Molly Jones: Chapter 8 Mothers and Daughters

Molly and Morrigan reached the top of the stair well and found themselves in a hallway with two doors to the left, one in the center, and finally one to the right. Walking slowly, Molly stopped just outside of the first door to her left. Elf ears being what they were, she could faintly hear the soft sound of water, possibly in a tub. This was Zevran’s door. She knocked slightly; hearing nothing she then kneeled and peered into the keyhole. The Witch raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you little perv?” “Shuddup, Morrigan. I’m trying to hear.” “While peering through the keyhole? Last time I chec

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Chapter 1: A Courtesan in Skyrim by Lesliewifeofbath, literature

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Chapter 1: A Courtesan in Skyrim

The evening had been an utter failure. As I walked slowly down the winding stairs of the Jarl’s Keep in Windhelm, I kept wondering where I had gone wrong. I had spoken well and dressed the part, but nothing I did or implied furthered my cause with Ulfric. Balgruuf had been an easier, much more pliable target. The night air was just as frosty as my reception in Windhelm, reminding me that I was far from my own hearth and home. In the distance I heard the laughter of happy people and sound of a woman singing the high praises of Windhelm’s brave Jarl and his rebel band of Stormcloaks. Narrowing my eyes, I turned and walked on f

Chapter 2: Her Mother's Daughter by Lesliewifeofbath, literature

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Chapter 2: Her Mother's Daughter

“I’ve never been to Solitude,” Dres said dismounting from his horse at the Solitude Stables. From where they stood they could see the magnificent spirals jutting from Blue Palace and the land bridge that led into the town. “Neither have I,” Marceline said, though she felt as if she had been. Ironically, the capital of Skyrim far more resembled cities of Cyrodiil, with their cobblestone streets and quaint little stone houses. Solitude had the grace and civility that her other sister cities in Skyrim utterly lacked and thus was more familiar to Marceline than any of the previous keeps she had been to. “So,

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Chapter 3: The Party Crasher

“Are you Malborn?” I asked approaching the small Bosmer man tucked away in the darkest corner of the Winking Skeever, anxiously twiddling his small, dexterous hands to the beat of the drums playing softly in the background. “Aye, what’s to you?” he said barely looking up from his drink. “I am Delphine’s choice for the job. I hear you have an invitation for me.” “So I do,” he said handing me a small piece of parchment as he motioned me to join him. “What’s your name?” “That’s unimportant, and perhaps a liability. There’s a name on the invitatio

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Chapter 7: The Aftermath

Continued from: http://lesliewifeofbath.deviantart.com/art/Stoop-Over-Markarth-406612955?q=gallery%3ALesliewifeofbath%2F43836221&qo=5 “There is news of Markarth,” Angela Morrard said entering our room with tray full of tea and sweet bread. “An officer reported that a fire swept through one of the great manors there and wiped out several Thalmor soldiers and…the Thane of Whiterun.” My stomach lurched at these words for I did not want to explain to Angela what had transpired in the days preceding our arrival into Solitude. I did not want recount how Ondolemar and I struggled back to Understone Keep after th

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Chapter 8: The Scar

Continued from: Chapter 7: The Aftermath “Tell me a story,” she said, wrapping her arms around his. Ondolemar stretched lazily on the worn bedroll, slightly dazed by the soft rain of phosphorescent lights falling all around them and by the warmth of Marceline’s skin against his own. They were both thoroughly exhausted after today’s exerts in this strange land of Blackreach, but the day had been won and the prize, the dragon scroll, was laying off to their side, its jeweled case refracting light given off by the glowing orb just above their heads. “I suppose I owe you one,” he answered. He did. For wee

A Girl of No Consequence

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A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 1

Continued from: Prelude The Beginning of All Things Esme Caulderon was a girl of no consequence, blown to and fro by the winds of chance. She was the middle daughter of five children born to a tavern keeper and a failed mage. She was a nobody with a bleak future lingering just over the horizon. But she had something, a spark of the divine and was blessed with a fateful mixture of curiosity and cunning that would pull her away from the path of drudgery and lead her to a destiny far beyond anyone’s reckoning. This is the story of how a girl with every disadvantage wound up in small, blood-spattered shack in the bogs of Morthal. ~~~~

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A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 2

Continued from: A Girl of No Consequence The mid-morning light had filtered into her room when Esme first heard the slight knock. Groggily, she stretched and carefully maneuvered her body around her younger siblings who clung tightly to her after the commotion of the night before. She quietly placed her feet on the cold, wooden floor and walked to the door; she was unsteady on her feet and stumbling, just like the patrons of her mother’s tavern after a long night of swilling mead. Holding on the door, she cleared her throat, which was dry and scratchy. “Esme, I need your help,” José said in a hushed voice. “I

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A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 3

Continued from: A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 2 Esme heard the rain lashing against the windows, of that she was sure, but now there was something else and that something else was beside her. Though shrouded in darkness, she instinctively knew it wasn’t either of her siblings. And then she could feel it: something was touching her. Though warm, this thing had no form, it wasn’t a hand or lips, yet it gently caressed her, moving under her shift, between her legs and making a path to her breast. She was shocked by this new sensation, by the warmth, and yet somehow, she wasn’t afraid. And then it spoke to her. She could fe

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Burn

Nine years after the battle of Red Mountain. Annika Blue is summoned by her husband Julan Kaushibael to return to the Ahemmusa Camp after a brief absence. She recalls to the camp only to be greeted by a wall of flames. Immediately after materializing I felt the intense sting of flame encase my legs and hands. I screeched as billows of choking smoke and fire greeted my arrival back to Ahemmusa Camp. All around me I smelled the putrid stink of burning flesh and black smoke. The sound of crashing yurts and the panicked cries of mothers desperately calling out to their children surrounded me. There was no question of why or how this came t

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Prologue: Arrival

Nerevar Blue: A Novel Based on The Elder Scrolls and mod Ashlander Julan by Kateri Day 1 Arrival "Wake Up. We're here." These words were a beacon in a room that spun. "Where am I?" I asked. I felt rocking. A ship. We were on a ship. "Stand up." A dark hand reached out to me. "There you go, you were dreaming. Not even last night's storm could wake you." I stumbled, still shaking. Dreaming. I had been dreaming of vivid colors and a voice—a woman's voice. "What is your name?" asked the gray man standing over me. For an instant I did not remember, and then it came to me in a flash. "Annika Blue," I said. I was named for the color of

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Chapter 1: Balmora

From the Series Nerevar Blue: A Series Based off The Elder Scrolls and mods Ashlander Julan by Kateri First Two Weeks I woke up in the morning to the sunlight beating down across my legs in the slightly decrepit apartment I managed to find and rent. It came cheap as part of the door was buried in the foundation of another building, and the stench of stale beer floated up from the bar close by. Standing, I took a deep breath. From that breath and onward, careless weeks were spent taking in the sights and sounds of Balmora. I stopped at taverns across the city and drank until I saw beauty in the river Odai. In between hitting various den

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Chapter 2: The Metal Queens

Continued from: Chapter 1: Balmora From the Series Nerevar Blue: A Series Based off The Elder Scrolls and mods Ashlander Julan by Kateri Week Three From the golden shores of Ascadian Isles, I decided to journey down to Vivec, not to see the great city of Vvardenfell, but to take a boat. Erica, who was my partner then subsequent cell mate when I resided in Anvil, swore that if she ever got out she would make her way home, back to Dagon Fel. Out of curiosity, and boredom with Nels, I decided to take a chance and see if she actually made it there. I also was looking for any way to put off the inevitable--Cosades. The trip to was long and ex

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Chapter 3: Julan Kaushibael

Nerevar Blue: A novel based off The Elder Scrolls and the mod Ashlander Julan by Kateri Day 29 Temporarily out of cash and jobs I decided to take the plunge and see my superior. Cosades was surprisingly sober. "Annika Blue, I was expecting you nearly a month ago," Cosades said sternly as I walked through the threshold. "You are fortunate, I was willing to wait a few more days then I was going to take your disappearance to Gravius." "I'm here now. And I'm willing to serve you and the Emperor," I said nearly choking on the words. "As you should be," Cosades sneered, staring long and hard. "And you will do exactly as I command without quest

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Chapter 4: Arkngthand

Continued from: Chapter 2: Julan Kaushibael From the Series Nerevar Blue: A Series Based off The Elder Scrolls and mods Ashlander Julan by Kateri Day 39 Gah!" Julan shouted. Cold water in the face first thing in the morning left Julan feeling none too pleased. Tough. He staggered up and said, "Oh, I'm so tired all of sudden….maybe I should go to sleep. Don't worry about me, just leave me here and go on without me." My rage boiled over at this point. I had told him previously we had an important (and very lucrative) job to do. "I'm going to make a few stops, but you better be up and ready to go or you can go without a trainer." "Mep

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Chapter 5. It's Just a Job

From the series Nerevar Blue, a Series based off the The Elder Scrolls and mods Ashlander Julan by Kateri and the LGNPC. Day 41 By day break we had reached Andrano Ancestral Tomb. "Well, this looks like the right tomb," Julan said, pausing for effect. "Honestly, I think we could just pick up any old skull for her. How do you tell them apart anyways?" I shrugged, "Oh, I'm sure Sharn would find a way, involving us hanging from our feet." Impulsively I grabbed Julan's hand and said, "Friend, I am truly sorry for this." "I've a feeling that's not the first time I'll hear those words, Annika," he said as his eyes held my gaze for a moment,

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Social Worker by day and writer by night.

FanFiction.net Lesliewifeofbath or Leslie Mertz. One of the two.

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Aug 19, 2022

Molly Jones Complete

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So after six years of writing the Molly Jones series, it's finally done. I'm a bit sad as I feel that it's sort of an end of an era. I don't know what I'll be doing next as far as writing projects go and while I intend to keep my profile up on deviantArt and check in with The Bards College now and then, I don't know when I'll using the platform in the way I used to. I really think something was lost when they changed up the site all those years ago and I'm not sure how active people are actually using deviantArt, at least as far as literature content goes. I've started uploading my old work to Archive of Our Own. My works can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lesliewifeofbath/works

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Feb 26, 2021

The next Molly Jones Chapter is out. I know it was over three years in the making, but it's there.

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Oct 18, 2020

I've missed being on here.

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Mar 26, 2021

Hello Leslie

I hope that you're fine (like your friends and your family of course)

Covid is a pancake in the ice but it's ok : we gonna kick this foker soon !

Thank you so much for the watch' : you're funtastic !!!

It's really touched me

Actually, even if i upload(d) a new piece per two days, i recognize that i'm "less" active there on social interaction (and busy IRL between commissions and routine of the daily life)... I saw the watch's notification and i need to write something about your click on "watch"

It's good for the mental "health" to see that people like what i tried and try to create every day here

It's a lot of hours of work (with good music, fresh water, black chocolate and SMILES)

So THANK YOU THANK YOU And THANK YOU so much !!!

Take care and be safe

Have fun of course

Keep the smile and have a wonderful day

And be safe