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 NINE


The moment after Sirius shut the door he felt as if he were walking on air. The Breton woman had taken his breath away, and apparently his urgency to prepare himself for the task at hand, which was to ready himself for the trip to Balmora. That had all been forgotten for the time being, and now he was more focused on somehow impressing his new found acquaintance.

Of course he wasn’t sure how he was going to accomplish that particular task, because he didn’t know a thing about the girl. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even know her name!

What am I going to do? Sirius thought to himself as he hunted for a store beholding something to make an impression on the Breton woman.

Finally he found a flower shop, and he walked towards only to be greeted by a grumpy-looking Imperial woman coming from the building, one with long silky black hair that ran down all the way to her knees.

“We’re closed.”

The woman’s tone couldn’t have been blunter, and Sirius was very offended by the rudeness.

“I just want to buy a small bouquet. It’ll only take a few minutes…” Sirius pleaded, but to no prevail.

“Come back tomorrow, I’m going home.”

The woman started to walk away when Sirius replied, “But I won’t be here tomorrow. I need them tonight!”

The woman stopped, turned around, and said with a smartalic smile spread across her face, “Well I want nice house on the beaches of St. Venicus, but I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon.”

Sirius immediately walked up to the woman and got in her face. She gave Sirius a wink and then yelled, “GUARDS, GUARDS! I’M BEING ATTACKED!”

She fell to the ground and rolled up into a ball, still screaming at the top of her lungs as if Sirius was beating her with a stick, but of course that was not the case, and Sirius couldn’t have been anymore confused. Seconds later two guards came from behind Sirius and pinned him to the ground, bashing his nose against the stone ground in the process. Sirius screamed himself, from the pain of the blow to his nose. The guards paid this no attention and swiftly dragged him to the Palace, where he was immediately thrown in the dungeon.

He sat there for what seemed like hours as he tried to figure out what had just happened. One minute he innocently trying to buy a gorgeous woman some flowers, and the next his nose was being shoved forcefully onto the ground. Now he wasn’t even going to be able to see that woman, and she would likely forget all about him. Suddenly the door down the hall opened, and in stepped Helseth.

“Get me the hell out of here!” Sirius yelled at Helseth.

The King simply stood just feet away from his cell and said, “Do you know why that woman lied about you beating her?”

For several seconds Sirius just stood there, dumbfounded that Helseth knew about that. Then of course he soon realized what had happened. Someone Helseth had him set up.

“How do you know about that?” Sirius asked suspiciously.

“Because that woman is no florist, Sirius. Here, follow me to my chambers.” A guard opened Sirius’s cell, and then Sirius followed Helseth to his room, where the King closed the door and even locked it from behind. The two sat down at the round “meeting table”.

“What’s going on, Helseth? Is someone trailing me?” Sirius asked, a little steamed at the thought.

“That’s exactly what’s going on, Sirius, and for good reason I should add. I ordered ‘Nalmida’ to follow you, to be sure you stay on the right path. Obviously you were not, thus forcing to her to take action.”

It suddenly all made sense to Sirius. So that’s why she winked at me? Clever mother of mine… Sirius thought to himself; an agent tricked by an agent. How ironic life was.

“Your priorities should be clear, Sirius. Your mission is to search for clues in Balmora, not to get in bed with a pretty Breton,” Helseth said forcefully.

Sirius stood up from his chair, mostly to simply look like a hard-boat, but Helseth wasn’t having any of it. He continued to sit in his seat, not at all phased by Sirius’s antics.

“Sit down, Sirius.” The Imperial reluctantly did, and Helseth continued. “You are indeed being followed, Sirius, and it’s a good thing. I want you to leave for Balmora right now, just to keep from getting anymore off-track.”

“Can I at least get a bite to eat first? I’m starving,” Sirius pleaded, thinking of Hession.

Helseth rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, fine, just hurry it up. Remember, Sirius, you are being trailed, at least until you get to Balmora. From there you are on your own.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sirius said as he walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.


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I can’t believe him. Well, no, I take that back. It actually sounds just like him the more I think about it, Sirius thought to himself while walking fast. He was trying to get to the Winged Guar as soon as possible, so that he may quickly explain to Hession what was happening. However, it was going to be tricky since he was being watched and all.

Once inside the restaurant he went straight for Hession, who was working behind the counter.

“Hession, I need to talk to you for a few minutes, but I don’t have a lot of time,” he gasped, out of breath from walking so fast the entire way.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I am working right now. Please excuse me.”

Hession then walked past the counter and passed Sirius without even looking at him. What the hell? he thought crazily to himself. What is she talking about?

“Hession, wait up for a second!”

Suddenly a large body, a tall Nord, blocked his way to Hession, who was now cleaning a table in the back left corner of the room. Sirius immediately recognized the man as Rolf, the Nord from the book shop.

“Good evening, lad. How’re ye doing tonight?”

“Excuse me, but I have business to attend to…” Sirius said quickly, hoping to avoid a conversation with the Nord. As he walked past, Sirius heard Rolf say, “Business, eh? I don’t think ye will find Balmora in Mournhold.”

Sirius immediately turned around and stared into the Nord’s eyes. He knew then that Rolf was working for Helseth.

“So, you’re working for the King?”

“That I am, lad. Rolf’s job is to make sure ye don’t get anymore sidetrack than ye’ve already been. It’s best if ya’ leave now. Hession there has been ordered not to speak with ye ever again, I’m o-fraid.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sirius demanded, getting a little edgy.

“Because I believe in respect, lad. I’m jus givin’ ye a fair warning. Now, please leave before Rolf has to force ye to…”

Sirius looked past the Nord, and towards Hession. He could’ve sworn he saw tears coming down her cheeks. Then he sighed, looked one last time at Rolf, and then left the restaurant.