Escaper, Always on the run... Options

[~Jalnos~]

Hey guys, I completely forgot about this place! Seen as my first fan-fic is pretty much dead, I feel it appropriate to start a new one. Plus, reading over it I'm not so happy with it. But I'm glad I found this place again, because I love reading fan-fics about such a great game. Anywho, onto the story:


The orange, setting sun hits my face, a smile playing on my lips, the green trees swaying in the gentle wind. The water beside me trickles gently, my fingers slightly dipped in the stream, the current giving a tiny push that just relaxes me. I look around, my eyes just opening and adjusting to the glare of the setting sun. Sitting on the nearby beach, a book open by her face, is my wife. She smiles, as my chair sits just by the stream, ever so slowly sliding down the river bank. Then, I slip, and fall into the river, my face splashing against the cold water, and back into reality.

My head is brought out of the freezing water, to meet no breeze, or setting sun. Just a cold, dirty interragation cell. The imperial guard holds the back of my head, and slams my face back in the water, that chills my face, and soaks my long hair into rat-tails.

"Who was working with you!" he shouts angrily, my head now above the water again. He pulls me up to the point where I am standing, and stares me in the eye. He glares at me with hatred, as I get my breath back. "Well? Who!" he shouts again.

"I swear! It was just me! Nobody else!" I tell him, water still in my throat. I look straight at him, in the eye. I see him frown, then throw me to the ground again.

"He's telling the truth. Bring him to the judge." The imperial guard says to the younger imperial standing by the edge of the cell with a long sigh. The guard takes his helmet off, and throws it to the ground.
"How do you know?" the other asks, whilst walking slowly away from the cell with the guard.
"His eyes. He had honest eyes. Get the jailor to take him up to the judge." The guard replied to the young imperial. He nods, and hurries off. The guard looks back at me, and walks out of the room.

I walk up to the locked cell door, and put my hand on the cold metal, wondering what my fate before the judge will be.

Soon, I hear the reinforced door at the end of the corridor creek open, and a patter of gentle footsteps down the corridor. I expect to be met by the jailor, but instead an all too farmiliar Khajiit. He looks at me, a smile on his furry face. He jiggles a lockpick in the lock, and withing about two seconds the lock clicks open.

"Come on. You haven't much time" he told me, hurrying me out of the cell. He runs to the window at the end of the corridor, and knocks in out in one swift punch. We climb out, just as the door clicks open, the jailor coming to pick me up, only to be met with an empty cell. We run, and hide by a tree.

"Nice to see you" he says with a chuckle, as we hug to celebrate our escape.




As always, C&C welcome.

[~Jalnos~]

Thanks. You'll see why the Dark Elf is useful soon enough
Part 10:

We wait a few hours, but soon, Right-Wind comes back through the door.
"Congratulations! You are now a member of the fighters guild. Report to Azzan in Anvil or Burz Gro Kash in Cheydinhal for contracts."
Alvala walks forward, a concerned look on her face.
"Excuse me, Right-Wind. I was looking around, and I noticed something, that I believe should be brought to your attention." She told him, a hint of depair in her voice. "It would appear as if some sort of portal to Oblivion has opened in your barrels."
"What? Are you talking crazy?" He replies, his hand nearing his sword "What were you doing, snooping around in the barrels?" He asks, angrily.
"Please forgive me, it appears as though one of the lids fell off. I was mearly putting it back on, when I noticed the gate. I believe it should be dealt with - I don't know how, but it should. I looked in some more to check if there were lots of these things - and I saw Daedra coming out of some of them! Please! You must help!" She pleades, almost as if a tear were in her eye.

Right-Wind hurries over to the barrels, and sees some Spiderling Daedra crawling out.
"This is bad. Very bad. I should tell the guard, the Countess - anyone!" He runs off, as Alvala chuckles as she turns around, smiling as she has various necklaces and rings in her hand.

"Where in Oblivion did you get those?" I ask, my eyes wide open.
"Right-Wind. He had loads in his bag." She replies, chuckling at the jewls she holds.
"How, how did you search his bag without him knowing?" Ka' Shakra asks in disbelief.
"Easy. Distract him. He didn't notice, because he was too focused on the fact that there was a sad, scared woman infront of him. It makes men waay to easy to rob." She chuckles, throwing me the jewlery. I place it in my bag, and we continue searching the place, knowing that the Oblivion gates will be dealt with.

"Hey, guys!" Ka' Shakra calls me and Alvala. "Found a whole chest full of weapons - Glass weapons too! There's all sorts - daggers, axes, maces and shortswords! Let's take the whole thing!" He picks the weighty box up, and puts it in my bag. I cast a feather spell, making it much easier to carry. I then cast an illusion spell on my bag, to make it appear like it did before. We smile, and leave the fighter's guild, knowing that we will certainly have a full purse this evening.
"How am I going to get out of the fighters guild?"

"Just don't do anything about being in it. You never know - the ability to say, I'm fighters guild. May be handy."

"Ugh. I suppose."