Concerned, But Powerless Options

[Petra Arkanian]

Ok. First, I need to know if this is where i post my fanfic. I'm gonna continue my story here anyway, but please, someone tell me if it's not. Okay. For the story.
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Written By Petra


PART 1


The last thing I remember is a member of the Imperial Guard staring down at me. He was glaring (although I couldn't really be sure, as his helmet was blocking my view of everything) at me, with a sword in his hand, and a shield strapped to his arm.
It was then that I passed out.

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When I came to, I was lying on a small, uncomfortable cot. In a jail cell.

Not good, I thought. Not good at all. I had never been the follow-the-law-to-the-ends-of-Tamriel type, of course, but I knew a few basic rules.

1: Do not get put in jail.

Well, okay, that's the only one I know. But still.

"Ahh, you're a pretty one, aren't you? A Nord, no? But it is all wasted. You're going to die in here! Don't you see? Die, Nord, die!"

The blue-skinned Dunmer ranted on for some time, his loud voice echoing through my prison cell, and amplifying his overly-annoy, nasaly-sounding voice.

'Just my luck,' I thought. 'Not only do I have to be next to this stupid Dunmer, but my cell has to have good accoustics, too!'

As soon as I decided that I would punch him when he next spoke, the sound of footsteps drowned out his rant, taking my opportunity of violence with it.

"Hurry up, Barus! I won't risk the Emperors' life on your slow gait!" snapped a bossy Breton female. But why was she talking about the Emperor ? That was madness! Even I was taught to show respect to him, and here she was, mentioning his name as causually as if...

Oh. The woman stepped forward, and behind her was a Redguard. And behind HIM was the Emperor. Nevermind, then.

"Oh, Captain Renevault, I highly doubt that I am in any danger with you three around," said the Emeror, sounding amused. The man in front of the Emperor chuckled.
Then the Breton (Captain Renevault, I assumed) saw me.

"What's this prisoner doing in here?!" she barked, spitting the word 'prisoner' out of the back of her throat, as if it were something nasty she had found on the back of her shoe. "This cell is supposed to be off limits!"

"Usual mix-up at the Watch, probably," said the Redguard, Barus, sounding exasperated. Renevault fingered a key, and opened the door.

A man appeared behind the Emperor, and I barely had enough time to gasp before he attacked him. Surprisingly, the Emperor held his own, until the attacker, who was wearing shiny silver armour, slashed across his face.

But Captain Renevault threw herself in front of him, and the sword connected with her head. She cried out in pain, and looked at me eyes pleading, although I had no idea what for. Until I realized that she was looking at her sword. I scooped it up, and stabbed the attacker in the heart.

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 7 2010, 01:26 AM

[Petra Arkanian]

Okay, here's my post for today. Hope there aren't TOO many nits!

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PART 4

Baurus was dead. I had seen it with my own eyes. Baurus was dead, and the goblins would pay. I was not his friend, I had known him for less than an hour, and it was obvious that he wanted nothing to do with me (this is understandable, however, so I didn't take it as an insult).But he was a good man, loyal, smart, brave, and he deserved more than a decent burial. Instead, there he was, getting pulled off into oblivion, by a goblin. Where they would eat him and suck out his brains. No one deserved this.

So, not only could I not stop his being dead, I couldn't even bury him! Couldn't even avenge his death, for the moments the goblins had gotten hold of his body, they had ran off, with the rats behind them. When I'd tried to follow, they'd ran through a door, which clanged shut right in my face.

Locked. I tried it again. Still locked! I cursed. This wasn't fair!

I went back to the site of the attack, hoping for a lock pick. I searched all of the bodies, save the Emperors. Not a single one. I wanted to scream. Instead, I looked at the small pile of items I'd gleaned from the corpses; Several pieces of parchment, two clubs, seventy-nine arrows, an iron bow, and a worn leather suit of armor.

I donned the armor, strapped the arrows to my back, put the late Captains sword back in the sheath, and stuffed the parchment into a small breast pocket. There wasn't enough light to read them now.

So I continued toward what I hoped to be the exit. I met several goblins, and quite a few Assassins - that is to say, I killed them - , because I was infinitely better at archery than swordplay. Arrows sprouted from the attackers chest, neck, head, and occasionally eyes.I also found many lockpicks. Not a single lockpick to be found, when I actually needed it, but now, twenty-four of them, and I couldn't find my way back. The irony of this was just sickening.

It was hours later, and I was about to just give up and die, when I saw it. A light! That had to mean the outside. I hurried forward, and it was. Finally, with my hand on the old wooden door, I shut my eyes, and stepped outside.

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It was dusk. A few stars were trying to flicker into visibility. I looked around. There was only one recognisible feature in my surroundings. White Tower. That meant I had to be near the Imperial City. I gaped. It was beautiful, imposing. The sewers - for that was what it must be - had taken me far. From Cheydinhal to the Imperial City, that had to be at least a dozen leagues. Incredible.

The dusk reminded me of something, something far away...

"Kill her!" says the Master.

"But, sir..." my voice fades away into the silence. The Brotherhood is cruel. To order me to kill my parents. They have done nothing wrong. No, the fault is mine. I have failed to kill the Blade Kathren. I haven't even captured her.

"You failed me, Deadalu. The best I can say about this mission is that you were undetected." His voice is velvet, dangerous.

I stand, despite my bleeding back. "If I had killed her," I began, using my best diplomatic voice, "the others would have seen. Like wise, had I captured her."

"That is no excuse."

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 8 2010, 05:18 AM