The Connivers of Bosmora, (a redo) Options

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The following will be a remake of the last one. The previous story was rushed and I just hated it. This one will be much better. Expect the first chapter to either come out tonight, or tomorrow.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

He awoke to the sound of heavy knocking. Within seconds Sirius realized he was back in Mournhold, no less inside of his house. He got up from the ground, but then almost stumbled back down because he was still dizzy. He did his best to hustle to the door, and it was Hession, standing there with a worried expression.

“Sirius, it’s three o’clock. Are you okay?”

Right then he was about to tell Hession everything that had just happened, but then he thought a little more. Perhaps it wasn’t too good of an idea to tell her, at least not yet. Hell, Sirius wasn’t even one hundred percent sure of what had happened.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, Hession, I must’ve fallen asleep. I didn’t get a lot of rest last night,” he lied.

Hession gave him a weird expression, looking him up and down. “Well, you sure don’t look good. Your face is extremely pale. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course, of course, just…a, just a little too much wine,” he said, stuttering the entire time. Fortunately for him Hession seemed to have believed the fib.

“That does sound like you, Sirius,” she said with a cheery smile. “I was just so worried when you didn’t show up at The Winged Guar. I thought something awful happened to you.”

Sirius shuffle his feet, wanting to leave the awkward situation. “No, I’m still alive, for now anyways,” he laughed, an awkward one at that. “Listen, Hession, I have a very important appointment with you-know-who soon. How about I meet you for breakfast tomorrow?”

“I’d love to, Sirius. Just remember to show up this time!”

She then waved goodbye and finally Sirius was able to shut the door. He immediately pressed his back against the door and sat on the floor. His adrenaline was running full blast and his hands were shaking like an exotic bar-dancer. And also, he was more scared now than he had ever been in his life.

He was scared that somehow three strangers had broken into his home. He was scared because those strangers somehow teleported him to an unknown location. And he was scared because those strangers, and their master, were apparently involved somehow with the disappearances in Balmora. And if those bodies really were the ones of the people who vanished, then it was now known that they were dead, and not just vanished.

He went straight for his downstairs cupboard and down four bottles of hard beer in less than two minutes. So far ever since arriving in Mournhold he was able to partially control his thirst for alcohol, and he only drank when he wanted to. But now it was controlling his life, forcing him to drink out of pure stress and fear. Though Sirius would never admit he was an alcohol. Of course, alcoholics never do.

After trying to drink his problems away, it didn’t work, as always. He stumbled outside and walked all the way to the palace, taking him ten minutes when should have taken him no more than three. Along the way he received many disproving stares, but thankfully most of Mournhold’s inhabitants didn’t yet know Sirius was back in town. When he entered the palace lobby, it was around three forty-five in the afternoon. One of the guards gave him a strange stare and muttered, “Damn, you don’t look too good.” Before he could even get one word out Sirius vomited all over the carpet.


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“You’re going to have cease with the drinking, Sirius. I can’t have you stumbling through my town like this.”

Sirius was sitting in his office with Helseth, the two of them alone for the moment. But that would change in a matter of a few hours, and soon the room would be filled with the five Hlaalu councilors and their arrogant voices. Sirius couldn’t stand any of them.

“I had good reason to get drunk, Hlaalu. You can’t even begin to understand.”

“The King of Morrowind shook his head and at the sad state that Sirius was in. He sighed inside of his head and then said, “Alright, please explain to me why you vomited all over my expensive carpet.”

“To hell with you damn expensive carpet, Hlaalu! You think I give a rat’s boat about that?”

“No, I don’t,” Helseth said calmly. “But I didn’t bring you here to get drunk, either. You are here to offer the services I know you are capable of. Now, tell me what happened earlier. My men told me that your face was a white as a pearl when you stumbled into my palace.”

Sirius rubbed his temple with his shaking right hand, trying to massage his awful headache. He was still a bit shaken after seeing those bodies. Sirius should have been used to such scenes, seeing as how he used to be a top-notch investigator. But that was five years ago, and he was sure rusty. He quickly gave Helseth an overview of what happened, and the King was completely taken back his claims.

“Are you positive this is all real, and it’s just the effects of alcohol?”

Sirius slammed his hand on the desk and yelled, “Look at my damn hands, Hlaalu! They are shaking! Can you remember a time where I’ve been like this? I am NEVER in the state I am in now! What scares me the most is that they were able to break into my house so easily!”

“Did you lock your door when you left?”

“That doesn’t matter, Hlaalu! If I’m so important I think I need a little protection, don’t you think?”

“No, that would be a distraction, and we don’t want you to draw any attention. Whoever you spoke to, their master must be someone who knows you are here, and why you are here?”

“Do you think it’s one of the councilors?”

Helseth didn’t change his expression, but simply pondered the question. It was possible, but definitely unlikely.

“I wouldn’t bet on it, Sirius. My councilors aren’t the conniving thieves you think they are.”

The two talked back and forth for the next couple of hours or so, but not about much. Helseth wanted to save the most important stuff for when the councilors arrive, and Sirius was still trying to get over his headache. At around seven forty-five the councilors began filing in, and at eight o’clock on the mark the meeting commenced.