Excerpt from a larger event, as recalled by Jo'Rakha the Khajiit. Options

[LeTren Thundakk]

“I’ll be expecting you to leave that last detail out, Jo'Rakha.” The man sitting across from the writer said.

Jo'Rakha leaned over the table and whispered some private threat to him.

“How dare you! I am of noble origin. I can’t have that image compromised, especially not for some half-assed article.”

The Khajiit laughed.

“It may be bitter for you to ‘taste’ but nothing I do is ever half-assed! If the Great Lythandas approached me to write a book and feature his art, it would be the single greatest achievement in all of Tamriel creativity.”

The man responded with sarcasm, “Certainly you jest? ‘The Way to Daedric’ is just an example of your mockery that might one day get you killed.”

“That story is based heavily on fact. It really happened. If anyone kills me over any of my works, it’s to silence the truth. That’s why I keep tabs on you. I can’t have you getting out of hand. That’s neither here nor there, back to the main reason for requesting your presence.”

“You aren’t getting any more out of me. Anything I say from this point on is off the record!”

Jo'Rakha laughed once more.

“Too bad, then. I guess we are done here. I hope there are no hard feelings when I ruin you with this article. At least here in Morrowind you can start anew, your life in Cyrodiil is over.”

The man rose from the table and unsheathed his sword.

“I TOLD YOU, I WILL NOT HAVE MY IMAGE COMPROMISED. YOU CAN’T BE LEFT ALIVE!”

Jo'Rakha didn’t even flinch, as well placed arrows found their marks on the man’s vitals.

“You should be more careful.” The Ordinator told him.

“Thanks for the rescue.”

“Why, if he is from Cyrodiil, arrange to meet him here?”

“In Cyrodiil, the guards would arrest the man after the murder. Here, your law calls for immediate punishment.”

“Very well, then.”

He got up and left the canton. He went to the Mage’s Guild in the Foreign Quarter and paid for transport to the Arcane University in the capital of Cyrodiil, the Imperial City.

Now to take my cousins up on their offer to help write for their periodical, if the offer still stands.

This post has been edited by LeTren Thundakk: Jun 3 2008, 07:47 AM

[redsrock]

It wasn't bad at all. A little too short for my own personal taste, but that's not a big deal. I am a bit curious as to what the Khajiit is speaking of.

The only real thing that bugged me was that when the Khajiit whispered into the man's ear we the readers have no clue what was said. Unless you did that on purpose, it should have been more of a "show me" situation rather than a "tell me". You know what I mean?