The Adventures Of Tulustan, The Begining Options

[Tulustan]

This is my first story so bare with me if it is not the best. It probobly isnt exact in Oblivion mith and the places are not correct distances. Thank you and enjoy I hope.


INTRODUCTION


It was a hot summer day in the Imperial City, my wife and I had gone out to the shops. I went into the shop and had told her to wait outside for me. Upon entry an immediate wave of heat struck me in the face. It took me a while to barter with the shopkeeper, he was a greedy obese orc who smelled of high hell. I finally got out of that cursed shop when I saw something horrible. As I excited the premises I saw my wife. Something wasn’t right though. There were imperial guards holding her to the ground while she screamed. A mage was on top of her.

A primordial rage burned into my soul and I charged strait at the mage. My sword rang down death upon him slicing into his back severing muscle tissue. The mage had been paralyzed by my attack.

The guards turned quickly to face me. One swung for my neck. Quickly I parried the blow away, spun around and unleashed a fireball that engulfed two guards. They began to run around screaming while being roasted alive in their armor. I felt the loss of strength ebb from my body but it didn’t matter. I turned back towards the mage his face full of horror. I stalked towards him, my heart was beating faster and faster. Warmth flew through my body and numbness had overcome me. I was next to the mage now. My hands trembling with rage I stabbed him in his chest puncturing a lung. He began to cough up blood and was dead in a matter of seconds.


At this point the other three guards had come around the corner. They swore and pulled their bows on me. Their hands began to pluck at the string that would make death fly in my direction. I jumped for the nearby packing crate. The arrows stuck into the wooden crate. THUNK THUNK THUNK! The punctured crate began to ooze the drug known as skooma. I pushed that from my mind as I readied myself to conjure up another flame of death.


One of the guards seeing what I was about to do put up his shield to block my magic, but quickly changed my target to the guard on my far right. He was readying his bow for another volley on my position. AAHGHAAGAhuuuu. Another one being baked in his own armor. Seeing that their companion was dying a horribly painful death I charged the guard in the middle who still had his bow up. In an instant my sword wedged into his flesh and punctured the life sustaining organ. A fountain of blood erupted from the cavity that was left from my sword.

The last guard seeing this began to run. I picked up the now dead guards bow. I steadied the bow pulled back the string that had just moments before been used upon me and let fly. The quarrel struck the man in the back of his thigh. He dropped instantly screaming in pain.

Reaching for my dagger. I came up to the last guard and mercifully plunged it into the back of his neck, the dagger reaching all of the way through to show the tip on the other side.

It was about midday now and I had dragged all of the tainted guards onto the side of the road to show this corrupt unjust empire that there was at least one person that they should think about messing with.


This post has been edited by Tulustan: Dec 5 2010, 08:36 PM

[Tulustan]

“get your hands off me” the skinny man croaked.

Fellessen retorted with a slap to his face and yelled “Why are you doing this! What are you doing to torture these people!”

“You don’t even know the half of what’s going on. The world at large is about to crumble around us and you think that your rebellion is going to save the day!” The skinny man snapped his fingers. A spark flew from them and towards one of the barrels.

A hissing sound came from where the spark had landed.

“Clear out now!” Rat Jaw yelled.

We began to run out, desperately trying to find an exit. There was light. The end of the tunnel was in front of us.

“Why did we have to get out of there so quickly?” I panted.

Rat Jaw replied “I felt something bad was going to hap-“An explosion rocked the area knocking us all to the ground. I looked back at the entrance to the cave. Black smoke was billowing out, choking the sky with fumes.

“What the hell was that?” I shouted.

“I …nt …ow” Azinif said. I barely understood him the explosion must have deafened me. A second explosion rocked the earth around us. The caves integrity had been destroyed. Large chunks of ground began falling into the earth and blocking the cave off. I saw the rest of the squad start getting up again and moving away from the explosive area. Deciding that was a good idea I ran with them.

The explosion had alerted the nearby guard post. Men in dark armor began to swarm the area behind us. We had to keep moving or they would overtake us.
Three horsemen were fast approaching our flank, they would be upon in a few seconds. I turned back to see Fellessen looking like a king. He had an entirely too regal appearance on. His hand was outstretched.

“Halt! I am the King of Kings! Listen to me loyal guards.” The guards were more than a little bit confused but they did stop. It was a fatal mistake upon which our band immediately capitalized upon. The ‘king’ had already put a dagger in the middle horseman who was falling out of his saddle. The magic flowed through me and another horseman was on the ground. This one being cooked alive. The last was taken by Rat Jaw. Knocked clean off of his horse by the mallet.

“Quickly on the horses!” Fellessen said. We each grabbed a horse except for Azinif. Fellessen and I began to ride forward.

“Az get on my horse already!” Rat Jaw said.

“Why do I get stuck with the orc?” He replied.

“No time they are coming, just get yer but up here ya sack o bones!” He reluctantly climbed on behind Rat Jaw who then muttered “So ya gonna buy me dinner after this?”

Azinif slapped him on the back of the head and said “Just go.”

We were off. Not a moment too soon either. The swarm of Imps was closing in behind us. A few arrow shafts came much too close to hitting their marks.

After we were confident that we had lost the Imps we began to head back to base. I had no idea how we were going to explain this to Joshewa. I had never in my life seen magic strong enough or explosive enough to cause what had happened at that cave. The only thing I could think of was that it was the black stuff in the barrels.

It was dark by the time we had returned to the hideout.