Same thing here. It's nice work. Now I'm all looking forward to that duel.

It is good to see this story developing so nicely. I was a little shocked by the death of the complaining woman, but I'm glad to see that Arthago seems to have learned his lesson. I'm looking forward to the upcoming duel.

I haven't updated the story for some time since I've had tests at school. But now they're all over so I can continue writing. I hope you'll enjoy this part of Arthago's story.


My 19-th birthday saw me travelling the barren plain of Zathra, on my way to Count Duadeen's estate. The respective count was chalenging my order for a piece of land, bearing papers that somehow showed that the land belonged to him. Since my order controlled the land they too had papers to show ownership. A standstill had been reached and a duel was to be held. Since a civil war had broken out in the neighbouring province of Laynlin, almost all of the knights of my order were fighting there and I was the only one left to fight the duel. I hope this Count Duadeen will fight the duel himself, but knowing how nobles handle duels he will probably bring some champion over to fight this duel for him. May Stendarr guide my blade in battle.

After a day of travelling the arid plain, I finally saw some signs of life. The sun was seting but I could see the Count's estate on the horizon. It was an opulent manor house built on the edge of a desert oasis. What a place, if you were hot you could go for a swim in the oasis nearby, if you were thirsty you could do the same thing. Life here must have been pure bliss. I passed by the oasis and saw a man bathing in the cool water.
"Is this the estate of Count Duadeen?" I asked the man.
"Yes traveller. What bussines do you have with the Count?" responded the man.
"I am here for a duel." I responded to the man's question.
"Ahh, you are the knight Count Duadeen spoke off. I shall anounce the Count of your arrival."" responded the man.
He imediately got out of the water and ran to the gate of the estate. He then shouted something at the gate guard and the gate opened.
"Come knight!" he shouted at me.
I followed, both I and my horse were very hungry and thirsty, and this Count seemed to be very well provisioned.

I entered the estate's courtyard then dismounted my horse and gave him to a servant. I then followed the man who was previously bathing inside the estate. Two big wooden doors opened and I gazed at a luxurious manor-house worthy of a king. I was led to the library in which Count Duadeen spent most of his time. I had seen many libraries which belonged to scholars and rich men before but none were as grand as this. When the massive door made of a rare wood opened I was left stunned at the door. It was one of those great chambers which are rarely seen even in the bigger manors. The clear light of a Fall sunset made the atmosphere of the chamber even more solemn. There were maybe 1 000 volumes in this chamber, all wraped in the finest leather. I already knew that this Count Duadeen was a very wealthy man.

I found him at his study, reading an old book about the history of the Redguards. I found all subjects related to books very boring, I don't know how some can spend such ammounts of money just to buy books! Give me 1 000 drakes and I'll buy myself a suit of platemail any day. This Count was either a very wealthy man which didn't have what to do with his money, or a very avid scholar. Either way, I presented myself to him in a very polite way.
"Greetings to you Arthago. I am glad you have arrived. In this time of turmoil I thought you couldn't make it." said the Count in a smooth voice.
"I'm here about the duel Count Duadeen." I said.
"Ah yes, the duel. Why must the educated and civilized world of men and mer be shaken by such barbarian practices called duels or wars? Can't our race get along whitout violence?" He was clearly trying to dazzle me with his language.
"I couldn't know Count, it was you who chalenged us to a duel in the first place." I said in a sarcastic way.
"I see you are skilled with the tongue young knight. If you are here for the duel then a duel you shall have. The duel will commence tommorow at first light. You can wear whatever armour you wish and you can use whatever weapons you choose. If you don't have any weapons, I have a limited selection available." he said in his snobish voice.
"Can I see this limited selection?" I asked.
"Well, yes of course! Kaye? Please show this man our weapon collection!" said the Count to the man who led me to the library.
I then followed Kaye to the armoury.

Once I arrived at the armoury I could see that Count Duadeen wasn't interested only in books. He also had a fine colection of weapons and armour. The retainer, named Kaye, then showed me the Count's weapon collection. There were five swords and 2 axes all in all. One of the swords caught my eye in particular, a steel scimitar which was outshining all the other weapons. Since the Count told me that I could take a weapon from his limited collection, I took the scimitar. I grasped its handle into my hand and felt its power. This was a real weapon and acording to general duel rules, I could keep the sword if I won. Once I replaced my old iron longsword with the steel scimitar, I made my way back to Count Duadeen.
"So you like this weapon?" he asked me.
"Yes, it is a fine craftmanship. Worthy of a true warrior if you ask me." I responded.
"I'm glad you like it Arthago. Do you have any more questions concerning the duel? It is geting late and I wish to sleep." he inquired.
"A question? Well, you have said that I can use whatever armour I wish and whatever weapons I so choose. Will you be fighting personally or will a champion be fighting for you? I asked the Count. As if I didn't know the answer, I don't think such a snob could fight his own battles.
"Well Arthago, I am an important man and can't just risk my life in a duel. Alot of people need me and I can't afford to let them loose me. My champion, Raccan, shall duel you in my stead." responded the noble.
"Very well then Count Duadeen. I shall also go to bed for the journey has tired me." I said trying to put my best noble accent on. Just as I thought. If there ever is a noble that fights his own battles that would be a wonder.
I was then led by Kaye upstairs to my quarters. It was a fine room and the bed was surely of better quality than that old bed back in Sentinel. I took my armour off then blew the candles in the room. I then layed down and prepared for a good night's sleep.


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That's it for this part. You can read about the duel with Raccan in the next part and I can tell that I will try to make that fight scene truly epic. I hope you've liked this part. Cheers!!!

yay, more Arthago, i have been bust so i have had the time to respond...sry about that.but well, you continue to get better and you clearly like writing so please continue, oh and remember if you are looking to join house Telvanni, be carefull they are...dangerous.

I am quite anxiously awaiting the duel. It is bound to be quite interesting indeed. I know that Raccan will probably fall but I can't wait to read how this fight goes. Write on. Hurry with the updat please

It is one of the most important laws in the universe. Nobles never fight themselves. Even if all their men are death they rather beg for mercy and die on their knees or fight so bad they don't even scratch their opponent.

Now I'll be waitingfor the duel. Keep it up!

I won't keep you all waiting with the upcoming duel. Here it is! And btw, Telendil, Arthago hasn't got any ideas to join House Telvanni in the near future. Too much insane wizards for his personal taste.


I couldn't even get as much sleep as I got in the inn's old bed. I spent the whole night worrying about the upcoming duel with Raccan, the Counts champion. Raccan, such a scary name. I spent the whole night thinking what tactics I should use or what armour my opponent was going to wear. I couldn't even get one ounce of sleep in this damn bed. I think I was the first man to get out of bed in the whole manor. I quickly put my under garments on and made my way to the oasis right next to Count Duadeen's estate. I was sure that the cool water was going to refresh and calm me. I spent a quarter of an hour bathing in the cool water after which I made my way back to my room. Kaye, the Count's retainer, was waiting for me there.
"You're here! I thought you ran off." he said with a relieved voice.
"Of course I'm here! What do you think? That I'm some woman that runs off at first sight of danger?" I said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Well, Raccan has that effect on many warriors." responded Kaye.
"Raccan? The count's champion right? Is he that fearsome?" I said in an unbelieving voice.
"You question Raccan's strength? He once killed a wealthy noble with his five man escort and all. He has the strength of five grown men!" said Kaye in a fearful voice.
"If he's such a murderer how come he serves the Count?" I asked.
"The Count saw that he was such an accomplished warrior and paid for him to be released out off prison. Raccan's been with the Count ever since. The Count's library, with all of its rare texts, has been built on the back of Raccan's force." said Kaye.
"I'll believe it when I see this 'Ogre' with my own two eyes!" I said in a very annoyed and slightly fearful voice. I mean, how can any man be that damn powerful? Impossible I tell you!

After the conversation with Kaye, I fitted on my armour and took my new scimitar then made my way to the makeshift arena that was built especially for the duel. I entered through a door into the round arena and saw that there were some spectators. Count Duadeen and a few of his retainers were watching. The other door soon opened and I saw a giant of a man step into the arena. He was twice as tall as any man I had ever seen. At his size, he could spit on my head if he wanted. He stepped into the arena slowly with lumbering steps. He was carrying a great two-handed battle-axe made of steel. He was wearing little armour: a lamellar hauberk made of bronze with a leather vest underneath, a pair of leather bracers at his hands, some common pants and a pair off tanned leather boots. In comparison to me he was lightly armoured. I was wearing iron plate mail and was wielding a steel scimitar. If one of my blows were to connect to his armour, my sword's blade would pierce right through his bronze scales.

I approached him and we saluted each other. We then took ten paces back and prepared for combat. The Count gave the symbol for the duel to start. I approached Raccan with careful steps, and tested him with a blow from my scimitar. I thrusted my scimitar in the direction of his left foot, but Raccan had pretty good skills and blocked my thrust with his axe. He caught my scimitar in his axe's blade and almost threw it out of my hands. Good thing I pulled it out of his grip quickly, else the duel would have ended before it even begun. He then began raining blows on me. I evaded them as well as I could and even tried to parry them with my scimitar but to no avail. This behemoth could just as well break my sword with a few of his strikes. I didn't have any shield but I don't think it could have helped me much.

Raccan raised his axe over his head, preparing to strike me with all of his force. The only defect this man had was the fact that he was slow and tired quickly. I quickly ran out of his way, then ducked to evade his following blow. He then raised his axe again and I rolled out of the way. I realized that I couldn't beat Raccan with brute strength alone, I had to use my head. I tried a false slash that would get him off guard first. I slashed in the direction of his right shoulder then quickly pulled my scimitar back before Raccan could catch it in his axe's blade. I then spinned and landed a blow on his left foot. The scimitar penetrated his leg deeply and slowed him down even more. I quickly pulled my scimitar out of his leg. Raccan raised his axe for another chop at my head. I saw that his right hand was left wide open and tried to slash at it as I evaded him. The trick worked, and Raccan right arm and left leg were now both bleeding abundantly. Raccan retreated a few paces and let me come to him. I approached and he then surprised me by pushing his wooden axe head into my stomach. He then punched me and knocked me on the ground. I was down and Raccan raised his axe for the final blow. I was not as slow as he expected though and slashed both his legs in a wide arc.

He then fell to his knees and dropped his mighty axe. I looked to Count Duadeen with an arrogant look that made him go pale. His mighty champion was defeated! How could this happen? It wasn't possible, oh he was such a gifted killer how could it happen? I confirmed it to him that his warrior's time had passed with a final slash of my scimitar that severed Raccan's head. The duel was won! It was the second time I ever killed someone but I strangely felt good about it. I felt proud of myself for slaying such a mighty opponent. Count Duadeen approached me.
"I see you are quite a warrior Arthago. I would like to make you an offer." the Count said in a smooth voice.
"What kind of offer Count?" I inquired. As if I didn't know what he was going to say. Oh please join me Arthago!
"I would be honored if you were to enter my service as my champion." said the Count.
"I wouldn't. I'm sorry Count but you already know where my loyalties lie and you can't change that. Now, if you would be so kind, please give me those papers that showed you had ownership to the land." I said in an arrogant voice.
"You make a firm deal knight. Kaaye!!!" shouted the Count.
The retainer soon appeared with the papers. After taking my farewells to the Count and praying for Raccan's soul, I mounted Whisper, my horse, and made my way back to Sentinel to receive my reward for slaying such a giant.


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I hope you've liked this update and I also hope you've enjoyed the fight scene. I've tried to follow Wolfie's texts in search of the best fight scene. I hope you've enjoyed reading the fight scene as much as I did writing

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 11 2006, 04:53 PM

Good update, loved it.... now please continue, we wont be in your way, for this you deserve a .

Size isn't everything. Alright, Arthago is on his way to become a famous knight. Good work.

Very readable, with good action sequences as well as a good backstory for Arthago. Reminds me of the good old days of playing Daggerfall.

I'm glad you all liked the fight. I put my best effort into making it truly epic. In the meanwhile I've been writing books for an Oblivion mod project (I'm a dev! ) so that's why Arthago has been dry lately. I'll get right back on him though, great thing are in store for him!


I made sure not to leave Count Duadeen's estate whitout taking a healthy amount of water from the Count's oasis. It was filled with cool water which could quench my thirst any time. Better than waiting for rain or taking your chances in the Alik'r desert. After a day of travelling through the arid plain of Zathra which separated the Count's lands from the kingdom of Sentinel, I was soon back home. The gate guard already knew me well so he let me inside the city whitout any dificulty. I didn't even have to show him my order's seal! Beeing a knight in a respectable order does have its perks. The city however, was in a melancholic mood. The great marketplace which outstreached itself in front of me was empty. The stalls were closed and all the merchants were gone. The civil war in Laynlin was clearly taking its toll on the great city.

As I made my way to my temporary home, the room in the inn, I could see women crying in the streets after receiving news that their loved ones had perished in the streets. Fearsome guards were patrolling the barren back-alleys. These guys were new, and they didn't know me. I would soon make it known to them that I was a knight in the order.
"Halt citizen! Name you bussines in Sentinel!" he said in an arrogant voice. If there's one thing that guards like, it's abusing their powers.
"My bussines? I have more important things to do than to report to a minor guard as you! Out of my way!" I said with an equal amount of arrogance in my voice.
"Show some respect peasant! Boys, take this rebel to the dungeon!" he shouted to his coleagues. This guy clearly wanted trouble.
I drew my scimitar before any of them could react and quickly pointed it at the first one's throat.

"Step asside before my hand gets itchy and an accident happens." I said in a slow and calm voice.
"No need to get violent sir. Boys, drop your weapons and let him pass!" he said in a whiny little voice.
I made my way past them then turned around. The first guy's face went pale with fear.
"No need to worry my kind sirs. Next time you provoke a knight of Sentinel, try not to mess with a grizzled veteran. You'd better keep to terrorizing peasants you hear?" I said in a sarcastic voice.
"We are sorry for the disturbance sir. It won't happen again." The leader of the guards said in a frightened little voice.

Messing with the rookie guards was often a pleasure. But I had more important matters to atend to than puting some arrogant guards in their place. I made my way to the palace of Sentinel where the royal family lived and the grandmaster of my order, Lord K'avar also had his quarters there. He was really a grizzled war veteran. He had participated in countless wars before, the most recent beeing the War of Beton in which Sentinel sadly lost its former king, Camaron. His son Lhotun, had been doing a great job however since the death of his brother, Greklith. I entered the palace and made my way to Lord K'avar's quarters. I had been there before, when I was but a peasant from a far away village with just the clothes on my back, and the guard outside had seen me off. Now that I had my seal of the order to show, I was going to make a true impression.

I soon reached K'avar's quarters. The guard however stopped me once again.
"Only citizens in good standing with the order of the Candle may enter this room." the guard said in a rough tone.
"Even better, I'm a member of the Order, as you can clearly see by my knightly seal." I said, as I showed him the seal Marshall Daron gave me some time ago.
"Good enough, Lord K'avar may see you now.' the guard said in a friendlier tone now that he knew that I was a member of the order.

I entered the ivory door to Lord K'avar's chambers. A suit of ebony armour greated me at the entrance. The walls were also lined with finely made swords and daggers. This man clearly had a fortune placed on his walls. I walked down a corridor which had a portret of two men who were wearing fine clothes. Obviously Lord K'avar together with another man of power. There were two doorways, one to the left and one to the right. I followed the left one and saw a study filled with old books. A man was sitting on a chair, studying, while I came in.
"I assume you are Arthago, Marshall Daron's trainee." said the man.
"You are corect sir. Lord K'avar I assume?" I said, keeping to the man's tone.
"You assume corectly young man. I am Lord K'avar, leader of the Knights of the Candle. I know why you have came." said Lord K'avar in his smooth old tone.
"I have won the duel with the noble from Antiphylos, Count Duadeen was his name. I defeated his champion, a man of great stature, and I bring you these papers that certify Count Duadeen owned that land." I said.
"Good job, I am advancing you to the rank of Chevalier in the order. You are probably wondering about Marshall Daron." said Lord K'avar.
"Yes my lord, I am concerned for his life. Have you any word from him?" I said.
"As a matter of fact, a scroll from him arrived this morning. He gave me a report of his activities and assured me that he was quite well. Here is the report. You may check it over to see for yourself." Said Lord K'avar as he gave me a scroll.

I took it and read it. Marshall Daron wrote what his resources were, how many men he had lost, how many men he had remaning and he also stated that he was in good health and that his aprentice, which would be me, shouldn't worry about him. I gave Lord K'avar his report back and asked him if he needed me for anymore duties.
"Duties? Things are curently peaceful in Sentinel. The guards keep the peace." Lord K'avar said.
"I can see. Well, if there are really no tasks for one such as me, I take my leave of you. Farewell Lord K'avar." I said as I left the man to his studies.
"Farewell young Arthago!" Lord K'avar said.
And with that I set off to the "Hunding's Rest" inn to get some sleep.


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This part of Arthago's story ends here. It may not have been that action packed but I hope you've liked it. Cheers!

Even without the fight, it was a nice update.

Wow that was quite the fight. I really enjoyed that! Keep up the good work.

Wow...that was trulu just amazing..I love the update, and you are truly an amazing writer...thanks for the update:)

Please continue with this marvelous piece of work.

Oh aye! As a matter of fact I particularly enjoyed the fact there was no fight! Keep it coming, it´s really good!

Thanks for all the interest in my little story everyone! I am especially honored to receive a positive comment from the Great Master himself, Trey! Thanks alot, here's the new update.


After my little chat with Lord K'avar I made my way back to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. Once I made my way in I was greeted like a regular of the tavern. After so much time of staying there it wasn't so surprising really. I was a knight after all, people were generally happy to see me. Well, except that, incident in front of the marketplace. But, alas those are things of the past and sadly they cannot be changed. But a man can dream can't he? What I wouldn't give if there was some marvelous artifact to rewind time and erase one's mistakes. But maybe with the disappearance of an old problem a new one would bound to arrive. An old Redguard saying said "The Fear you run from, will catch you and the Fear you face, will disappear". Maybe it was time to report my actions to a guard and be punished for my crimes. Or maybe not!

Philosophical concepts aside, I made my way upstairs to my old bed. As always I took off my clothes and armour then blew out the candles and went to bed. It was however fresh in the year so I had to cover myself with some blankets because of the cold weather. I woke up with the familiar feeling of a sore back. I really needed a better bed! I decided to take my armour with me outside since the city was almost emptied and there weren't any widows or weeping mothers to attack me in the street. I gave the regulars of the tavern a good day and made my way outside. In these conditions, a new year festival should have been going on but since the civil war the city was quiet. Too quiet.

Since Marshall Daron wasn't in town and I didn't have where to win any money from, I made my way to the local Fighters Guild, called the Fighter trainers. I had passed by their guildhall before and it was a hub of activity, members passing through its doors like ships out of the port of the Sentinel. It was almost empty now, a few caretakers and a couple of members. An Argonian and a Nord clad in armour. The Argonian was wearing a chain mail hauberk and an open-faced iron helmet which only showed his scaly snout. The Nord was wearing some plate mail with no helm. I decided to aproach the Nord since I didn't quite like beast folk. I once heard a story of 2 shipwreck survivors, one Kahjiit and one High elf. The Khajiit ate the High elf and made it to shore in their little boat.

I aproached the Nord and greeted him.
"Good day to you Redguard!" said the tall Nord with a smile.
"Why is the Fighters Guild so empty today?" I asked.
"Because of the war over in Laynlin lad. Alot of Fighters Guild members went with the knights to provide suport. I stayed since there's got to be some staff present at the Guild. Crime is ussualy high in times of war and someone has got to fix it." said the Nord.
"I understand. If there still are wrongs that need to be corrected I am willing and able for the job." I said to the Nord.
"I understand lad, we have a problem and since there's no one in the Guild except me and that scaly fellow over there. Maybe you could help us with it?" said the Nord.
"Maybe. What exactly is the problem?" I inquired.
"By the looks of yourself it shouldn't be too hard. A woman has contacted us saying that someone murdered her sister. Go to Camaron Lane nr. 13 and speak with that woman. Her name is Anora." said the Nord.
"I understand, I'll make my way to her right away." I said. And with that said I left the Fighters Guild.

I made my way to the adress that the Nord pointed out. It was a humble little house with a bed, a small table and some chairs. A woman was laying down on the bed when I came.
"Who are you?" she shouted at me in a scared voice. It was clear that the death of her sister had given her alot to fear.
"You've got nothing to fear! The Fighters Guild sent me to help you." I said in a calm voice.
"Great. You have arrived at just the right time. My sister was murdered yesterday in her Market stall. She was quite a wealthy woman and owned a flourishing bussines. I don't know who could have killed her. She was such a kind woman, sweet with everyone." the woman said close to crying.
"Since she was a trader maybe a rival wanted her killed. What did your sister deal in?" I asked in a detective like voice.
"Well, she mainly dealed in food and furniture. She exported her food from Cyrodiil. She was well liked around these parts for that." said the woman.
"Did she have any particular rivals who dealed in the same things?" I asked once again.
"Well, she had a rival. But he wasn't violent about it, at least not with us. At my sister's funeral he even put a crown of flowers on my sister's grave. He greaved for her, I don't think it was him." the woman said in an unsure voice.
"I'll look into the matter miss. Your sister will be avenged." I said in a solemn voice.
"Thank you very much kind sir. I will remember your kindness." The woman said in a sad voice.

After the conversation with the woman I made my way to the Marketplace to look into things...



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That's the end of this update. I hope you liked it!

Ah, a detective story unfolding. Please continue, your doing good as always.

Since you are all probably wondering where this story is headed I can tell you that it will be much like Treydog's story. The difference is that it will be set in Cyrodiil and not in Morrowind. Here's the latest update anyway!


After talking to Anora about her dead sister I set off to the marketplace to investigate a little. The Marketplace was empty and the sun was setting so my work had to be quick, before the guards came and sent me off. General rules were that no one stayed outside after dark. I soon reached the stall which belonged to Anora's sister. The blood was still there and the stall was a bit trashed. I looked around and found nothing. I heard a noise and started to look around. A group of guards was coming my way, I had to dissapear. The only hiding place was under a stall in the dirt, I wasn't too much of a fan for hygiene so I jumped right under it. The guards passed my way whitout even noticing me.

After I got up I realised that there were no clues as to who murdered Anora's sister. Perhaps I should go and pay Ovyn a visit? Ovyn was the rival of Anora's sister. He never showed any malcontent publicly, perhaps he could spill his wrath in private? I made my way to Ovyn's small manor. It really wasn't much of a manor but for a trader he was very prosperous. I knocked on the door and a tall Redguard greeted me.
"What bussines do you have with master Ovyn?" said the Redguard in a harsh voice.
"I want to question him in regards to the recent death of one of his competitors" I said in a snobish voice. Advanced language should give that dumb servant a head-ache.
"You are here to what?" said the Redguard servant in a confused voice.
"I am here to question your master in regards to a matter which is over your level of importance." I said, using even more confusing language. The benefits of a full education can be very rewarding.
"I see this is noble talk. Master Ovyn would be upset if he doesn't meet a possible partner. Step right in sir." the Redguard said in a much more humble voice.
It wasn't much of a manor on the inside as it was outside. A long hall way stretched in front of me. The walls were plain and didn't even have tapestries or paintings on them. I found Ovyn at his dinner table, peacefully eating. A man was by his side, counting drakes from a little purse. The man had a dagger hidden in his boot, the handle was showing.

"Good evening Ovyn!" I said in a jovial voice.
"Good evening, who might you be?" asked Ovyn, he seemed pretty surprised to see me.
"I'm here in regards to the recent death of your competitor." I said in a calm voice.
"So, umm, that's why you're here eh? Could I serve you with an, umm, drink?" he said in a nervous voice, he was making signs with his eyes to the man beside at an infernal rate. I think the general message was "Go away before he sees your dagger!". Too late.
"Thank you for the hospitality but I'd rather pass. I'm not much of a drinker. Could I ask why your friend is armed? You seem to have a fearsome enough servant already." I said in a sarcastic voice.
"None of your bussines knave! Mind your own bussines and go away before an accident happens." said the man beside Ovyn. He was wearing a tattered leather hood so I couldn't see his face.
"You seem to have blood on your boots sir." I said as I grasped the handle of my scimitar.
"Damn! The fool's caught us red-handed! I should never have called you here, RUUN!" Ovyn shouted as he jumped out of his seat and started running like the Hounds of Hircine were chasing him.

The hooded man drew his dagger out his boot. I drew my scimitar and pointed it at his neck. That was the advantage of a longer blade. The man dropped his dagger and started moving back from me.
"Did you murder Ovyn's competitor?" I asked in a cruel voice.
"Okay I confess! I did murder her, but he payed me alot of money for it and I couldn't resist the temptation!" the man shouted in a desperate voice.
"How much money?" I asked. I must say, I was tempted by the money too.
"1500 drakes." he said.
"That's quite a sum. I'm taking you to the City guards nonetheless. Temptation won't get you out of a few good years of hard labour." I said.
I pointed my blade at the purse filled with coins. The assasin didn't have much of a choice so he gave it to me. I was now 1500 drakes richer.

With that problem solved I returned to Anora to tell her of my succes.
"You found the murderer? May the Divines bless your soul!" Anora said in a happy voice.
"Her rival, Ovyn did it. He kept that non-violent attitude as a cover, not to make anyone suspect him." I said.
"Bless you! I don't have much to pay you though, let me look around a bit." she said.
"No need to worry about that! I have more than enough money to handle myself. It's been a pleasure helping you really!" I said to her in an honest voice. I didn't really like lying to her like that, but the Order didn't really pay well and I needed to sustain myself after all.
"Alright then." she said in a relieved voice.

I made my way to the Fighters Guild after that to report my actions. The Nord was happy to hear that the assasin had been brought to justice so he payed me 100 drakes. He also admitted me into the Fighters Guild for a job well done. I now had where to go when the Order didn't have any tasks available for me.


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That's the end of this update, I hope you've all liked my detective work. Cheers and good luck in the Clash of the Titans!

A surprising conclusion. I liked it, and here's a big good luck to Arthago for his fight against Taillus.

absolutely loved it and great detective work. The Adventures of Arthago is one of my favorite stories on the forums. Always a pleasure to read friend.