Corrupted heart, part 2, And I ain't halfway yet, dudes. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, I just noticed I breached the 200 post mark at the first thread. So here's the new thread.

No update here yet, though. I'll see if I can edit this post later today.

Edit, forgot the link to the last part. Here it is.

Corrupted Heart, part 1

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Sep 24 2007, 09:30 PM

[jack cloudy]

Yup, I filled one and damn, it makes me feel proud.



Winterhold, tavern

For the most part, the three talked about random subjects. The weather, local customs, old stories, simple things like that. At one point however, Marsh and Aran separated themselves again while Merdrar resumed his observation of the streets below.
,,Alright, you know what we’re looking for. Any idea where to look?” Aran began. Marsh shook his head, while keeping the Dremora in his sight at all times.
,,Not a clue. Skyrim is a large place and I honestly don’t know much about it. We can’t ask him. Apart from risking the whole mission, he doesn’t seem like a local himself either.” He answered. He then flicked his tail.
,,Speaking of which, I don’t know what I’m dealing with. I don’t know what’s beneath that armour, but it gives me the shivers.”

The Dunmer nodded thoughtfully.
,,I suppose we won’t know. Unless…..perhaps I know a way.” He muttered. Marsh chuckled.
,,You’d better be carefull. Before you know it, she’s going to call you a pervert.” He quipped. His voice then turned sour.
,,It’s been three hours. Just what is she doing back there?” He grumbled. Now it was Aran’s turn to shrug.
,,I bet she’s just making herself pretty. Despite appearances, she’s still a woman. Give her a bath, a fancy dress and a few hours. You’ll be amazed.” He said with a small grin.
,,Rajn, a woman? Really, I couldn’t imagine her in a dress even if I was standing on my head.” Marsh whispered, shaking his head.

,,She wore a dress at the palace.” Aran reminded.
,,Oh, well forgive me for not noticing. I was too preoccupied with launching that battlemage wannabe across the hall.” The Argonian complained.
,,Something on your mind?” As if on cue, the Bosmer’s squeeling voice whistled throught he room. Both Dunmer and Argonian turned…and stared. Merdrar made a brave attempt at studying the ceiling, but he also found his eyes drawn downward all the time.

Under all the attention, Rajn felt a blush creep to her face.
,,Well, Arie. Like what you’re seeing?” She asked, performing a quick pirouette on one foot. Aran nodded.
,,Yeah, I like it.” He confessed. Rajn beamed.
,,Sweet, guess that little green dress was useful for something in the end!” She laughed.
,,Hmm, I really do like it. There’s not a single place where you can hide anything stolen.” Aran added.

,,Wah?!” Rajn gasped.
,,Hey, pay me some respect, mister. You have no idea how hard it was to uncurl my hair and all. Three hours of non-stop pain with the hairbrush!” She said quasi-serious. Aran threw his arms up in surrender.
,,Alright! You look great, I mean it. And sorry you did all that for me and I didn’t properly appreciate it.” He called. Rajn gave him a huge grin.
,,Who said I did this for you? Now come on, let’s find this restaurant. I’m starving. Oh, and I still have some places to hide stuff. Never underestimate a woman with unpractical but shining shoes. Drat, these heels are killing me!” When she turned her back on him and moved to the door, Aran took the chance to whisper to Marsh.
,,Well, take a good look this time. That’s how Rajn looks after a visit to a luxurious bathroom. Better burn it into your memory.”

Cyrodiil

Ra’trith glared at the door that dared to defy him.
,,Why won’t you open?” He howled. Or at least, he tried. He was too tired to actually shout anymore. And all of his effort had been for naught. Not even the slightest scratch.
,,I won’t open, unless you give me the correct answer.” The door replied. Ra’trith bared his fangs.
,,I don’t care for your stupid riddle. Just open, please.” He hissed.
,,As you wish.” To his incredible surprise, the door opened without a sound, revealing a balcony and on that balcony, the seated form of Revarim Kendri, reading a book on poetry.

,,Kendri! Now you die!” The assassin snarled. The Redguard looked up slowly, smiled, then returned his attention to the book.
,,You don’t appear to be in the proper condition to fight a rat, nevermind me.” He replied in that infuriating calm tone of his. He closed his book and laid it on a table.
,,So, what did you learn?” He then asked. Ra’trith actually thought about the question for a while. He would never admit it, but he was tired and he knew it.
,,You have sturdy doors.” He admitted.

Kendri clapped his hands.
,,Ha! Humour. That’s good news. But no, while my doors are indeed sturdy, that’s not what I was going on about.” He spoke.
,,Then what is your point?” Ra’trith asked. Kendri smiled and pointed at another door, not the one leading to the shed where the Khajiit had been locked up, but one leading to a small yet cozy-looking house.
,,This, all the doors, cupboards and chests in this area are enchanted. You can’t open them without the password.” He revealed.
,,Which is?” Kendri’s smile grew.
,,The password is ‘please’.”

Ra’trith was stunned.
,,Please? That’s ridiculous!” He shouted, having regained some of his breath.
,,No, no, no. Not ridiculous at all. I am trying to teach you something which you are sorely lacking. Manners.” The Redguard explained, waving a finger before the Khajiit’s nose. Ra’trith folded his arms.
,,Assassins don’t need manners.” He claimed.
,,But you are no longer an assassin. Manners is what you need to learn and so manners are what you shall learn. To open anything, you must say please. And you must say it in a polite, friendly tone. Don’t say please while making it sound like a threat. That just won’t do.”

Ra’trith walked to the edge of the balcony and looked at the snowy landscape before him.
,,I could just leave, let you rot in your manners.” He pointed out. Kendri made a gesture towards a rocky path leading away from the building.
,,Then leave. If you follow that path, you’ll eventually reach the road to Bruma. If you leave however, don’t expect to ever come back. If you leave, you’ll never grow to be more.”

The Redguard got out of his seat and entered the house.
,,Dinner’s ready. Decide for yourself what you want to do, embodiment of darkness.” He said over his shoulder and vanished inside.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Mar 11 2008, 08:45 AM