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]

Soo, here is the next part.

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And like that it continued. Some days we spoke, and some days we didn’t. Every time we spoke he told me something about himself. I soon came to know the names of every superior or lover he’d ever had, and he told me a message he would like me to give to his children if I ever decided to find them, for he was sure that he would never get out of prison. I asked him about the reason to why he’d been sent to prison again, and he told me;

”It’s kind of stupid really, because when I’d completed the tasks they wanted me to complete, they said I was to dangerous to be allowed to walk on the streets, and they locked me up. Well, I did as a matter of fact get involved in some smuggling business which they might have found out about.” And then it continued like that. He told me the story of his life. We didn't talk every day, but when we did, he told me some of the strangest and most bizarre things I've ever heard. Who he'd insulted, one of them a count, every woman he'd ever loved...

And well, what is there really to be said, I grew attached to him. I thought he was interesting and charming. And how could I have been under a spell, since I still feel the same way.


It'd been ten months since I came to prison. Another ten left to live through. It was a very normal day, at least at the beginning. I sat across the room to Valen. Both of us sitting just behind our cell doors, and he was telling me what an utterly strange and remarkable woman his mother had been.

“... but wait a moment, you haven't told me much about yourself! Now would you please tell me how you ended up in this place?”

I thought about his question for a while, and then decided to tell him, because really. How big where the odds that he'd ever get out of there. Unlike me, he'd been locked up for life.

“I was merely two when we, meaning my parents and I, escaped from Morrowind. We where hunted for some reason, and the only way to get out of it was to leave Morrowind. My parents was members of the great house Hlaalu and had gained enemies. They 'took over' a cave close to Bruma and began their new life.

“I hunted with my father when I was four, and I stole my first goblet at an age of six. I don't think they ever suspected an six year old girl to be the culprit.” I laughed at the memory, and listened to his heartily chuckle.

“When I was fourteen their enemies caught up to us, and my parents where killed. I made an oath to Sithis that the assassin would not live to the beginning of the next month. So I hunted him down, tortured him, and finally killed him. He was called He-Who-Fear-None. But he certainly looked scared when I finally cut his throat.” Valen laughed then as I paused with a smile.

“I was soon contacted by a speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. He told me that they valued my abilities, and he recruited me. These days, I'm known by both friends and enemies as Black Snake, working as a silencer in the service of one of the four Speakers.

“But I made an mistake which got me here. I had to take out an Imperial man. The only problem was, that he had a wife. About eleven o'clock in the evening I entered their house, sneaked up the staircase, and slipped into their bedroom. When I sneaked up behind him, his wife grabbed a shovel, and just after I cut his throat, she hit me in the head so that I passed out. Next thing I knew I woke up in this cell.” I shock my head when I finished. “It was the biggest disgrace in my life.” I added, and he just looked at me. I realized that, for the second time in my life, I'd found someone whom I could tell everything to.


The next two months in prison we just got to know each other better, though the closest e got to each other was our fingertips touching when we reached out through the bars of our cells. That's when I got a cell mate.
He was a khajiit. With thick mane, yellow eyes and a tall and muscular body. The guards came in the middle of the night dumping him in my cell. He didn’t move until midday.


He seemed a bit groggy as he arose from the stone floor. He stumbled forwards to the steel bars and looked at the stairs.

”Look what the dog dragged in, a khajiit. You miss the wilderness fur licker? You know what, I got a big fat rat in my cell, does the kitty want it? Is the kitty hungry? You better take what you find khajiit! The guards don’t feed the new prisoners.
"You heard that khajiit? You’re going to die in here. Hahaha…” Valen finished just as the door to the prison opened. And I could hear from their voices that they weren’t normal guards when they came down the stairs.

This post has been edited by saqin: Apr 12 2010, 04:00 PM