With Fate Uncertain And Bloodstained Hands, Memoirs of Felisa Serhas. Chapter One: Beginning of the end Options

[saqin]

In this thread you will find the first two chapters in the history about the assassin Felisa Serhas, the khajiit scout Sa'Quira and Gasheera, who remembers nothing of his former life. This history tels the tale about how Gasheera came to be one of the greatest heroes of Cyrodiil, and how the trio went about to make it happen. Because when the jaws of Oblivion open, noone ever thinks the thought that the one that's saving them is lying.

Chapter One: Beginning of the End



My head ached as I arose from the hard stone floor. I waited for the dizzines to disapear as I looked around in the room. Just then I noticed it wasn't a room, and the events of the last few days came rushing back at me.

I sank down towards the wall and managed to close my eyes. The stench picking at my nose, and thoughts whirling all around my head. It was indeed cold in the cell, and the only things I'd have any use of in here was a stool, a small table, a bucket and a bedroll. I would have thought they could at least give me some water. For the soreness of my throat was increasing.

A while later a noice from another cell made me open my eyes. Sighing at the thought of how long I'd have to be here, I looked out through the steel bars of the cell and saw another dunmer in the one across.

He had a few wrinkles and his hair was grey. At the moment he was leaning against the bars of the cell door, his red eyes staring almost hysterically, at me. But soon his eyes went back to normal, as if he'd just finished evaluating me. He looked strong, but it was noticeable that he had spent much time in the cell.

"Well that's somethin' ya' don't see every day. What a pretty face." He finished his sentence with a smile, and I returned it carefully. Not yet sure of what to think. I then got up and put my hands on the cell door, looking at him.

"Ya' know, one of those guards owe me a favor, I could maybee get us put in the same cell." He said, still smiling." Ya' know, it gets pretty cold down here during the nights." I rolled my eyes, looking up in the roof before turning my eyes on him again.

"That's all you can think about? Getting someone to spend the night with?" Now I sat down on the floor, feeling how much my strength had been drained during the last hours. Though how many it had been since I fell asleep, I did not know.

"Hmph, you'll find it gets pretty lonely down here. Trust me, in a few months, you'll be asking me." He answered and chuckled. I sighed and tilted my head backwards again.



"Could you maybe tell me what time it is? You see, I don't have a window in my cell." I looked up and saw him watching me. Nodding slightly I arose from the floor and moved the stool to stand beneath the small window. Then I got up on it and looked out.

The sun shone clearly, almost enlightening the trees, and lake Rumare. It was a fine day, and had I been out there, I would probably have taken a swim in the lake. But, as I remembered myself over and over again, I wasn't.

"The sun is high in the sky, so I would say around twelve." When I'd told him I put the chair back and laid down on the bedroll. I was way to pained by the thought of the sun being on the other side of the wall, so I couldn't really stand the sight of it.

"What's your name?" He asked, and it took me by suprise. I hadn't thought he was still looking at me. But I sat up and looked at him across the cell.

"Felisa. Felisa Serhas. That is my name." He nodded and it took a while for me before I continued. "What is yours?"

"My name? It is Valen Dreth."

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A short beginning, I know. But I do not have time to write more today.

This post has been edited by saqin: Apr 21 2011, 11:30 AM

[saqin]

Here you've got the next piece of the story. And, since the game really doesn't tell you anything about Valen Dreth, I took myself the liberty to make a part of his story up.

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That evening I was awaken by the loud rattle of keys in a lock, and got up. I realized I’d fallen asleep before eating dinner, just because I didn’t know if I would get any. But now I assumed that it had to be a guard coming with dinner.

Valen was standing in his cell looking at the spot where the guard would show up. As we heard the sound of steel boots against the stairs, he gave me a sign to be quiet, and then went to stand with his back to the far away wall of his cell. I took his example, standing by my bedroll, and simply watched as the guard showed up in the corridor.

“Time for supper, prisoners.” The guard said with a grumpy tone in his voice, obviously not very happy of the task he’d been given. He put the key in my cell door, and turned it once to the right. I made sure I saw the look of the key before he put it back in his pocket.

He placed the bowl of food, a piece of hard meat and some old bread, and the can of water on my floor. He came close enough for me to see his face, and I studied it with a blank expression. The man was an Imperial, and his face had multiple scars from his years in battle. His armour hadn’t been looked after for a long time, and he almost looked to small in it, I took my chance guessing this was not the armour he usually had. I’d never met a warrior that did not take care of his armour before. It usually was very valuable to the warriors.

He met my gaze with a smug grin and locked my cell behind him, then he simply pushed Valens food through the bars, making it fall to the ground, the water flooding out.

“Here you’ve got your drink, dog.” The guard said and laughed quietly to himself, before ascending up the stairs.

“Nwah.” I heard Valen mutter quietly as he looked after the guard.

I saw Valen sighing and looking at the water which the guard had spilled, and so I got up to the bars. As in a silent agreement, I took my food from the bowl and put it on the table. Then I poured some of the water into it, and pushed it out from my cell over to his.

He simply looked at me as I did these things, but then he came up to the bars and took the water, drinking deeply. I started chewing on the bread, almost spitting it out as I felt the distinct taste of mould. But realizing I would not be given anything else, I ate. I ate those foods which many people die from. And I survived it.


The next morning, Valen was up before me. I took my time and stayed on the bedroll for a bit. Just thinking at possibilities, of how things could have turned out if I’d done things another way. And I knew the answer. Had I done things another way, I could today be a member in any of those legal guilds throughout Tamriel, or I could have went to Morrowind. For the truth was, I’d been born in Morrowind 16 years ago. As I thought of the time that had flown past, I also remembered something else. I would spend 18 months in prison. The thought caught me by surprise, and I grieved.

After a while, I got up from the bedroll, looking over to the other cell, I saw Valen sitting on the floor simply staring up into the roof. But as I moved, he heard it, and followed me with his gaze.

“Thanks… For last night, I mean…” He spoke carefully, shaping every word as if he did not quite know how to express himself. I realised he was not used to saying thanks, and was touched by the thought that he did it to me.

“My pleasure.” I answered, sitting across the hallway to him, thinking of how to shape the question I was about to ask. Wondering if it would hurt him, thinking of the past that was.

“Who… How did you have it before you was sent to prison?” I finally asked, and he gave me a slight smile, sighting.

“I got here three years ago. And by that, I mean the prison, not the country. In Tamriel I have lived my life, apart of the few last years in Morrowind, being an agent for the Imperial Legion.” He paused as he saw my eyes widen. “Yes, I was there when the Nerevarine came. But I did some deeds which the Legion sees as unholy, and was sent back.”

“Did you ever see the Nerevarine?” I asked, finally getting up from the shock.

“No, I had other business to attend to, but I heard of him. Yes I did.” Now he paused again, gave out a slight smile.” I was born 48 years ago. On the 13:th of Morning Star in the 3E 384. My parents never where wealthy, and for the biggest part, I lived a life out on the street, stealing what we needed. But I was, eventually, caught. And given the option to either enlist in the Legion, or take up career in the Arena, as the prison was full at that time. I chose the Legion, for then I’d have a greater chance of surviving, or well, so I thought.”

“My training lasted for two years, as I was not quick with learning, and it was necessary that I knew how to read.” He paused, looking over at me.

“You do not by chance still have some water?” He asked me, and I stumbled to my feet, nodding. He pushed the bowl out under the bars, and I took it, pouring half the water into it. Then I took both the can and the bowl over to the bars, pushing the bowl under them, and taking a sip from the can.

“Thank you.” He said, and drank deeply once again. Then he pushed the bowl back, and I took it, placing it next to me. And so he readied himself to continue.

“At the end of those two years, I was sent to a small mining encampment. I became one of many with the task to keep track of records, and miners. The miners where punished prisoners, and looking back at it, I was lucky not to be one of them. I spent a few years there, soon being transferred to the city of Cheydinhall, thanks to my ability to obey orders. And also, the count liked having guards of his own race, because dunmer’s have never been common in the legion.

“It was in Cheydinhall that I got a family. I met with Demedesea while serving as a guard at one of the local inns. She was a travelling merchant, and it was more or less love at first sight. We married one year later. I’d been with women before, but she was the first that I truly loved.

“We got two children during our time together, but she died when she was about to give birth to the third. Grieving as I was, I put the children into care with their grandmother, and never saw them again. Shortly thereafter I got orders from my superiors, I was to travel to Morrowind, Sadrith Mora to be exact. And there I was to follow some orders which would be sent to me. My superiors more or less wanted me to spy on house Telvanni, under another name, of course. It was some tricky business getting them to trust me, but I managed with the time." He stopped as we once again heard the rattle of keys in a lock, and retreated further into his cell. I followed his example, still thinking of the words he had spoken.

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I've got a picture of Felisa Serhas coming, I've just got to find it again...

Cause of editing: Wrong dates written, this story start one year before the "Hero" has even gotten out of prison.

This post has been edited by saqin: Oct 4 2009, 07:56 AM