Cyrus the Restless and the Rendezvous with Hakan and Iszara
by Redsrock
The following tale is the second story of the Cyrus the Restless series. Though it is not actually necessary in order to understand this particular take, I would suggest that you read Cyrus the Restless and the Wedding of Hakan and Iszara. It is the beginning story of the series after all.
The four sat at on end of a long rectangular wooden table, with Hakan and Iszara sitting on the shorter end. Cyrus was to Iszara's right and Kambuja was to Hakan's left. The meal had been arranged in order for Kambuja to get a chance to see his daughter, something he had not had the luxury of for quite some time. They would have gotten together sooner if it weren't for Hakan being busy with the Forbear militia army, training in the underground tunnels day in and day out.
"So what's your house look like?" Cyrus asked with a mouthful of roasted turkey. Iszara and Hakan had moved into an expensive estate on the other side of Sentinel, though still close enough where she and Cyrus could keep each other company.
"It's very nice...and a lot larger than this place. I'm still getting used to it," Iszara responded while fiddling through her vegetables with her fork. She had a sad look about her face, and for good reason.
You see, Hakan was hardly ever at home, one thing that hurt Iszara the most. The truth was that she and Hakan were not seeing eye to eye, with here believing in the Crown ways and Hakan fighting for the Forbears. This might make you wonder why the two married in the first place if all of the mentioned problems existed. It could be that perhaps the they had married too fast, but I am not at liberty to give such an opinion since I was obviously not there.
"Can I come and visit you sometime?" Cyrus asked, now with his mouth full of potatoes.
"Yes, brother, if you promise not to talk with your mouth full!" Iszara said with a giggle, and then everyone joined in on the laughter, though Hakan's was more forced than anything. He had a lot of other things on his mind.
So they continued to eat for several minutes, talking the entire time of course but mostly about unimportant things. Kambuja asked her daughter what she was doing during the day, all the usual fatherly questions. Cyrus meanwhile was trying to get Hakan to show him some of his sword tricks sometime, which had been doing so ever since Iszara and Hakan had met each other. In truth, Cyrus envied Hakan for what he was doing, though he didn't understand any of the politics whatsoever, nor did he care either.
"Come on, Hakan, just a few moves!" Cyrus pleaded, holding his hands together tightly.
"Cyrus, Hakan is very busy," Iszara began. "He-"
Then Hakan interrupted her and said to Cyrus, "If you meet me tomorrow at the docks I can give you a few pieces of advice, Cyrus." After thinking about it Hakan realized it was going to be a perfect opportunity to teach Cyrus the ways of the Forbear, something he had honestly been meaning to do for a while.
"Of course, how ever long you can spend! Thank you so much, Hakan!" Cyrus yelled happily.
"Not a problem. I don't mind giving anyone a few lessons now and then. Our militia is vastly talented in the art of war. Of course, we need to be once the rebellion begins," he said proudly, always happy to talk of the Forbear cause.
And that's when a cough came from Kambuja's mouth, and an awkward one at that. Iszara knew exactly what was going on, that her father greatly disapproved of the Forbear. This was why he had been a tad bit weary of when she had first fallen in love with Hakan. But even then he had done nothing to stop them.
"I'm sorry, is there something caught in your throat?" Hakan asked, even though he knew very well just as his wife did that Kambuja was trying his best not to say anything about Hakan's Forbear ties.
"A bit of food got stuck in my throat it seems. No worries now," Kambuja said with a forced smile and another forced cough.
It appeared that Hakan was going to say something else in return so Iszara kicked his shin before he could get a word out, but he paid it no attention. "I get the feeling you don't agree with me and the other Forbears. Is that true?" he asked curiously.
"You know very well that I, along with my daughter, believe deeply in the Crown ways, Hakan. However, I've been willing to ignore that in hopes that you treat my Iszara how she deserves to be treated," Kambuja said politely as he wiped turkey grease from his hairy lips. "So far it appears that you are doing so, and because of that I do not wish to bring up politics, and rather I give you my thanks."
Kambuja, along with being a skilled playwright, was also a talented actor as well, thanks to his years of acting in his youth. He in fact did not like Hakan, and somehow knew things weren't going well with he and Iszara. But he didn't wish to speak of such things at a time of supposed happiness. He simply let it slide for the time being.
"Thank you, sir," Hakan smiled. "She is a lovely woman and I would do anything to protect her," he said, a partial lie. Then he turned his attention back to Cyrus. "Shall we meet at the docks around noon?"
"Yeah, of course! Thanks again!" Cyrus yelled happily once more.
Soon the dinner was complete, and after a few more minutes of friendly discussion Hakan and Iszara took their leave into the warm and sticky night. Cyrus waved from the doorway and once they were out of sight he walked back into the kitchen to help his father with the porcelain dishes.
"I can't wait til tomorrow, father!" he said excitingly. "Hakan is going to teach me all kinds of things!"
"I'm sure he will," his father replied, trying his best not to sound weary. He was afraid Hakan would take advantage of Cyrus' youth and fill his mind with the Forbear beliefs, something Kambuja did not want at all, yet somehow he knew it was going to happen. "Just be home by dinner, please. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Of course, father," Cyrus said. After the dishes were complete Cyrus ran to his bed, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible so that the next day could start. Kambuja on the other hand had a lot of trouble falling asleep, mostly in part because he feared what the coming days were to bring. And rather than stop Hakan meeting with his son he was going to simply let things pan out themselves, and then take care of the situation from there. One thing for sure was that he was not going to let his son fall to the Forbear cause.
And this is where I find myself slightly on the disapproving side, and I must give my own personal opinions on the matter before I officially end this particular story. If Kambuja feared the meeting with Hakan and his son so much why did he not stop it from happening in the first place? I admit that even to this day, after many long months of studying and hearing the stories, I cannot come close to fathoming why Kambuja acted the way he did. Of course truthfully, no one really knows the facts for sure, if there even are such things.
Cyrus the Restless and The Dinner
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its more like a general observation. since all of your cyrus books reference the others and appear to be from the same author maybe you should make up an author name and background? these arent crazy fanciful but seem more like biographies, so maybe they are a series of biographical works by some moderate redguard (or even imperial). "Complete Life of Cyrus the Restless," "Cyrus: Behind the Legend" or something...
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If you want to write on Cyrus from a Redguard perspective, be sure to make it full of monkeytruths and doublespeak. Look at pretty much anything Sload or MK has ever written if you don't know what I mean. If you didn't know, MK wrote the Sermons (not sermon 0, though; that was a piece of shit.)
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EDIT: And actually, I went ahead and edited the story a bit, with the new title as well.
Cyrus the Restless and the Rendezvous with Hakan and Iszara
by Redsrock
The following tale is the second story of the Cyrus the Restless series. Though it is not actually necessary in order to understand this particular take, I would suggest that you read Cyrus the Restless and the Wedding of Hakan and Iszara. It is the beginning story of the series after all.
The four sat at on the end of a long rectangular wooden table, with Hakan and Iszara sitting on the shorter end. Cyrus was to Iszara's right and Kambuja was to Hakan's left. The meal had been arranged in order for Kambuja to see his daughter and son-in-law, something he wasn't accustomed to very often. They would have gotten together sooner if it weren't for Hakan being busy with the Forbear militia army, training in the underground tunnels day in and day out.
"So what's your house look like?" Cyrus asked with a mouthful of roasted turkey. Iszara and Hakan had moved into an expensive estate on the other side of Sentinel, though still close enough where she and Cyrus could keep each other company.
"It's very nice...and a lot larger than this place. I'm still getting used to it," Iszara responded while fiddling through her vegetables with her fork. She had a sad look about her face, and for good reason.
You see, Hakan was hardly ever at home, the one thing that hurt Iszara the most. The truth was that she and Hakan were not seeing eye to eye, with here believing in the Crown ways and Hakan fighting for the Forbears. This might make you wonder why the two married in the first place if all of the mentioned problems existed. It could be that perhaps they had married too fast, but I am not at liberty to give such an opinion since I was obviously not there.
"Can I come and visit you sometime?" Cyrus asked, now with his mouth full of potatoes.
"Yes, brother, if you promise not to talk with your mouth full!" Iszara said with a giggle, and then everyone joined in on the laughter, though Hakan's was more forced than anything. He had a lot of other things on his mind.
So they continued to eat for several minutes, talking the entire time of course but mostly about unimportant things. Kambuja asked her daughter what she was doing during the day, all the usual fatherly questions. Cyrus meanwhile was trying to get Hakan to show him some of his sword tricks sometime, which had been doing so ever since Iszara and Hakan had met each other. In truth, Cyrus envied Hakan for what he was doing, though he didn't understand any of the politics whatsoever, nor did he care either.
"Come on, Hakan, just a few moves!" Cyrus pleaded, holding his hands together tightly.
"Cyrus, Hakan is very busy," Iszara began. "He-"
Then Hakan interrupted her and said to Cyrus, "If you meet me tomorrow at the docks I can give you a few pieces of advice, Cyrus." After thinking about it Hakan realized it was going to be a perfect opportunity to teach Cyrus the ways of the Forbear, something he had honestly been meaning to do for a while. Of course he had to do it in a sly way, because obviously he didn't want to anger Cyrus by disrespecting his father. Of course, Hakan had a way with words. Before joining the Forbear militia he had been an actor in Kambuja's many plays.
"Of course, how ever long you can spend! Thank you so much, Hakan!" Cyrus yelled happily.
"Not a problem. I don't mind giving anyone a few lessons now and then. Our militia is vastly talented in the art of war. Of course, we need to be once the rebellion begins," he said proudly, always happy to talk of the Forbear cause.
And that's when an awkward cough came from Kambuja's mouth. However, Hakan, being the actor that he was, easily knew it was a fake cough. Iszara must have sensed this as well because she kicked Hakan in the shin under the table to stop him from bantering with her father, but he paid it no attention.
"Is there something caught in your throat, Kambuja?" He asked with his left eyebrow raised.
"Yes, just a bit of meat caught in my throat is all. No worries though, I'm alright now," Kambuja reassured. But of course that was a lie, an obvious one at that. Even so it's like that it was purposely a lie, just so he could get the point across that he did not condone what the Forbear believed in.
Soon the dinner was complete, and after a few more minutes of friendly discussion Hakan and Iszara took their leave into the warm and sticky night. Cyrus waved from the doorway and once they were out of sight he walked back into the kitchen to help his father with the porcelain dishes.
"I can't wait til tomorrow, father!" he said excitingly. "Hakan is going to teach me all kinds of things!"
"I'm sure he will," his father replied, trying his best not to sound weary. He was afraid Hakan would take advantage of Cyrus' youth and fill his mind with the Forbear beliefs, something Kambuja did not want at all, yet somehow he knew it was going to happen. "Just be home by dinner, please. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Of course, father," Cyrus said. After the dishes were complete Cyrus ran to his bed, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible so that the next day could start. Kambuja on the other hand had a lot of trouble falling asleep, mostly in part because he feared what the coming day was to bring. And rather than stop Hakan meeting with his son he was going to simply let things pan out themselves, and then take care of the situation from there. One thing for sure was that he was not going to let his son fall to the Forbear cause.
And this is where I find myself slightly on the disapproving side, and I must give my own personal opinions on the matter before I officially end this particular story. If Hakan feared the meeting with Hakan and his son so much why did he not stop it from happening in the first place? I admit that even to this day, after many long months of studying and hearing the stories, I cannot come close to fathoming why Kambuja acted the way he did. Of course truthfully, no one really knows thw facts for sure, if there even is such a thing.
EDIT: And actually, I went ahead and edited the story a bit, with the new title as well.
Cyrus the Restless and the Rendezvous with Hakan and Iszara
by Redsrock
The following tale is the second story of the Cyrus the Restless series. Though it is not actually necessary in order to understand this particular take, I would suggest that you read Cyrus the Restless and the Wedding of Hakan and Iszara. It is the beginning story of the series after all.
The four sat at on the end of a long rectangular wooden table, with Hakan and Iszara sitting on the shorter end. Cyrus was to Iszara's right and Kambuja was to Hakan's left. The meal had been arranged in order for Kambuja to see his daughter and son-in-law, something he wasn't accustomed to very often. They would have gotten together sooner if it weren't for Hakan being busy with the Forbear militia army, training in the underground tunnels day in and day out.
"So what's your house look like?" Cyrus asked with a mouthful of roasted turkey. Iszara and Hakan had moved into an expensive estate on the other side of Sentinel, though still close enough where she and Cyrus could keep each other company.
"It's very nice...and a lot larger than this place. I'm still getting used to it," Iszara responded while fiddling through her vegetables with her fork. She had a sad look about her face, and for good reason.
You see, Hakan was hardly ever at home, the one thing that hurt Iszara the most. The truth was that she and Hakan were not seeing eye to eye, with here believing in the Crown ways and Hakan fighting for the Forbears. This might make you wonder why the two married in the first place if all of the mentioned problems existed. It could be that perhaps they had married too fast, but I am not at liberty to give such an opinion since I was obviously not there.
"Can I come and visit you sometime?" Cyrus asked, now with his mouth full of potatoes.
"Yes, brother, if you promise not to talk with your mouth full!" Iszara said with a giggle, and then everyone joined in on the laughter, though Hakan's was more forced than anything. He had a lot of other things on his mind.
So they continued to eat for several minutes, talking the entire time of course but mostly about unimportant things. Kambuja asked her daughter what she was doing during the day, all the usual fatherly questions. Cyrus meanwhile was trying to get Hakan to show him some of his sword tricks sometime, which had been doing so ever since Iszara and Hakan had met each other. In truth, Cyrus envied Hakan for what he was doing, though he didn't understand any of the politics whatsoever, nor did he care either.
"Come on, Hakan, just a few moves!" Cyrus pleaded, holding his hands together tightly.
"Cyrus, Hakan is very busy," Iszara began. "He-"
Then Hakan interrupted her and said to Cyrus, "If you meet me tomorrow at the docks I can give you a few pieces of advice, Cyrus." After thinking about it Hakan realized it was going to be a perfect opportunity to teach Cyrus the ways of the Forbear, something he had honestly been meaning to do for a while. Of course he had to do it in a sly way, because obviously he didn't want to anger Cyrus by disrespecting his father. Of course, Hakan had a way with words. Before joining the Forbear militia he had been an actor in Kambuja's many plays.
"Of course, how ever long you can spend! Thank you so much, Hakan!" Cyrus yelled happily.
"Not a problem. I don't mind giving anyone a few lessons now and then. Our militia is vastly talented in the art of war. Of course, we need to be once the rebellion begins," he said proudly, always happy to talk of the Forbear cause.
And that's when an awkward cough came from Kambuja's mouth. However, Hakan, being the actor that he was, easily knew it was a fake cough. Iszara must have sensed this as well because she kicked Hakan in the shin under the table to stop him from bantering with her father, but he paid it no attention.
"Is there something caught in your throat, Kambuja?" He asked with his left eyebrow raised.
"Yes, just a bit of meat caught in my throat is all. No worries though, I'm alright now," Kambuja reassured. But of course that was a lie, an obvious one at that. Even so it's like that it was purposely a lie, just so he could get the point across that he did not condone what the Forbear believed in.
Soon the dinner was complete, and after a few more minutes of friendly discussion Hakan and Iszara took their leave into the warm and sticky night. Cyrus waved from the doorway and once they were out of sight he walked back into the kitchen to help his father with the porcelain dishes.
"I can't wait til tomorrow, father!" he said excitingly. "Hakan is going to teach me all kinds of things!"
"I'm sure he will," his father replied, trying his best not to sound weary. He was afraid Hakan would take advantage of Cyrus' youth and fill his mind with the Forbear beliefs, something Kambuja did not want at all, yet somehow he knew it was going to happen. "Just be home by dinner, please. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Of course, father," Cyrus said. After the dishes were complete Cyrus ran to his bed, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible so that the next day could start. Kambuja on the other hand had a lot of trouble falling asleep, mostly in part because he feared what the coming day was to bring. And rather than stop Hakan meeting with his son he was going to simply let things pan out themselves, and then take care of the situation from there. One thing for sure was that he was not going to let his son fall to the Forbear cause.
And this is where I find myself slightly on the disapproving side, and I must give my own personal opinions on the matter before I officially end this particular story. If Hakan feared the meeting with Hakan and his son so much why did he not stop it from happening in the first place? I admit that even to this day, after many long months of studying and hearing the stories, I cannot come close to fathoming why Kambuja acted the way he did. Of course truthfully, no one really knows thw facts for sure, if there even is such a thing.