Swamp Hider's Tale, A story of a demented Argonian Options

[Wrothken Bear-Scar]

Hi all this is my first post of a fanfic so comments would be appreciated>Hope you enjoy this enthralling tale.

From The Swamps To The City

In the depths of the Imperial Prison where rats and spiders make their home, three prisoners sat in their dreary cells waiting for their fate. A dark elf with white hair wearing dirty sack clothed attire looked at another dark elf across the way with dark hair saying, "You're going to die here."

A simple Argonian with red and black scales and horns of white, cell mate to the dark elf got up and bashed his head against the bars. He said, "Leave the poor guy alone were in the same slump as he is." His clothes were sack cloth pants with his tail wrapped around his legs as he sat back on the murky floor.

As the dark elf started fussing, they heard guards entering the prison cell across the hall. The Argonian hastily jumped up and went to the bars begging to be released with him. But the Argonian noticed that the latch to his cell was loose. The Argonian picked the latch with his claw. As the door opened, the foul mouthed dark elf ran toward it. Quickly, he slammed the door shut knocking the dark elf to the ground.

"Swamp-Hider, you fetcher you'll pay or my name isn't Valen Dreth!" The dark elf warned.

Swamp-Hider did not pay attention but only ran in the direction were the prisoner and the guards left. As he traveled through the hallowed halls he noticed people dead wearing red robes and two guards lying dead. He saw a sword laying on the floor. He grabbed it and ran towards the next corridor.

Swamp-Hider then saw a guard standing over a body. He thought to himself, Great and I thought I could leave. Then he thought of a plan. He took out his sword and threw it in the dark so it would clang onto the floor. The Redguard ran towards the noise. As the guard ran past him, he snuck by seeing the body of another dead man. He did not know or care whose body that was. Only his freedom mattered.

He made his way through the sewers seeing dead rats and goblins. He wondered who had killed them all but didn't worry too much about it. As he breathed in the fresh air he hopped in the water as if going back home. As he floated in the water, he looked up and heard sea gulls caw. Swamp-Hider smiled and swam to shore. When he emerged through the water he saw two more dead bodies. He walked up to both of them seeing that they were bandits. He took a full furred armor and a long sword as well for protection.

He saw a small tent next to some of the bodies and decided to rest there for the night. As laid down, he wondered what his parents were up to and what was going on in Argonian but he fell asleep before he could think too much. As he started to drift, he felt a chill. He rose up out of his bed and took the sword to the being before him.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, Shadow Scale," an Imperial in a black hood and robe declared.

"It's about time." Swamp-Hider replied as if knowing the phantom-like Imperial.

"Watch your tounge, Shadow Scale," the Imperial retorted.

"I was in Black Marsh waiting for the Dark Brotherhood to train me but I was sent to be a slave in Morrowind and I was nothing! As soon as I made it to the Imperial City, I was arrested!" He barked.

The Imperial bowed. "I apologize but now your family has to come to retrieve you and make up for your troubles. I am Lucien Lachance, Listener of the Black Hand. Now if you'll come to Cheydinhal, we can begin your training. What is your name Shadow Scale?"

"My name is Swamp-Hider."

Lucien explained, "You will do one thing before we go to Cheydinhal. You will murder a certain annoyance to us."

Swamp Hider agreed. "I will. Who is the prey?"

"A man name Pilper Carbo he has almost infiltrated our head quarters in many cities. He wants to rid us like rats in a hole. But Swamp-Hider you will send him into the void with Sithis. You will find this man in a small hut near a bridge across from the Imperial City."

Swamp Hider then told Lucien "Very well. I will go kill the fool, but be prepared for when I come."



The next morning Swamp-Hider stood up and headed for the hut. As he traveled through the water he thought of his life in Black Marsh as a child. He was frail waiting for the Dark Brotherhood. Swamp-Hider shook his horrid thoughts and moved on.

He came across a small community and asked the people of a hut. They pointed him in the direction of the old bridge he did not thank the villagers but went to the bridge. As he came across the hut he smiled, finally doing what he wanted all of his life. He knocked on the door and as soon as the Imperial appeared in the doorway, he rammed his blade deep in his throat. As the body fell to the floor he noticed he had been wearing Imperial Legion armor. He searched the body and found eighty gold and a map with the word "shrines" on it. He took the gold and map and noticed Lucien and jumped back alarmed.

Lucien looked at the body and smiled. "Good, good, you will make a fine assassin. Go to Cheydinhal and meet with your brothers and sisters."

Swamp Hider smiled finally meeting his true family after all this time. He ran as fast as his legs could carry to Cheydinhal. When he arrived into the city a drunk dark elf passed him. After all that time of being locked up with one, he tripped the drunk. Swamp-Hider walked away giggling a little and saw an abandoned house.

As Swamp Hider entered the house he noticed the darkness and laughed loudly he then ran into the cellar and saw a bright red door with the night mother enscribe. The door asked him, "What is the color of night?"

Swamp-Hider replied as if practiced. "Sanguine, my brother."

As Swamp-Hider entered the door it spoke, "Welcome, family member."

Swamp-Hider peered at his surrounding and laughed maliciously as if he was returning to his own dark kingdom and he received several strange looks from the other occupants.

This post has been edited by Wrothken Champion Of Madness: Jan 15 2011, 02:40 AM

[Wrothken Bear-Scar]

Pirates and Drowned Memories

The Imperial city. A bright, quiet vibrant place with blue skies and a shining sun but when gray clouds gather, the city turns to its ugly side. It reminded Swamp-Hider of three years ago.

In the Waterfront, a large ship arrived with Blades gathered around the small port. Through a small entry way, prisoners walked out connected by shackles.

A motley crew of different races, mostly Argonians, came off. A Blade went to the front of the prisoners and told the watchers, "Stand back! These are freed slaves by order of Uriel Septim himself."

As each prisoner was freed, Swamp-Hider, being younger and naive kicked the Blade in the leg and said, "Take me back to Black Marsh, you Imperial pieces of filth!"

The blade behind him kicked Swamp-Hider's legs to the floor and said, "Well, I'll let you off this time, lizard, but next time you'll rot."

As Swamp-Hider lay to the floor and his shackles removed, he retreated under a pier and started to bite his own tongue. As blood flowed from his mouth he cursed the Dark Brotherhood and their incompetence.

Then in a moment of his bellowing, his stomach growled loud like a mountain lion. He came up from his meager dwelling and decided to find some gold. He thought to himself, With no weapon I would die searching inside of caves. Swamp-Hider thought of the next best thing. In only a loin cloth, he entered the Talos Plaza. Seeing all the big pocketed noble pigs he thought it would be a simple task. The first big pocket was a Nord. Swamp-Hider said under his breath, "A barbarian noble? Hah! Right."

Swamp-Hider closed in behind the noble and with one blink swiped his coin sack and ran behind the nearest building. He looked inside and found at least three hundred gold.
He made his way to the Market District and went inside the Best Defense. There, he met an Imperial. He could care less of what his name had been. He purchased a set of leather armor and left hissing at the Imperial.

From then on, Swamp-Hider pillaged from every noble in the Talos Plaza and then the Elven Gardens. He had a nickname for his pillaging of the Imperial City: the Shadow Specter. He was happy for the time being. He decided one last job and he retires for a more comfortable life. He had planned to steal from Red Diamond Jewelry all of its jewels. He snuck in the door of the jewelers and opened it to find a large gem. He thought to himself, Pay, dirt.

But as he opened the glass case a sensation of numbness fell upon him and a mage appeared with two Imperial guards. One guard knelt down to Swamp-Hider and said, "Well, looks like its the hole for you, lizard."

Swamp-Hider could not speak, not even think, but hated the situation .

Both the guards looked at the numb Argonian and smiled then in the midst of their fun they started to pummel Swamp-Hider until he became unconscious. The next thing he knew he was in a cell with the dark elf, who became his tormentor.

After all that, Swamp-Hider entered the Imperial City Waterfront. He looked around sighing with grief of his arrival in the past. He looked forward and saw his target and noticed a Redguard, a dark elf female, and a Breton standing and singing.

Swamp-Hider didn't notice the rest of the crew. He walked towards the three and the dark elf told Swamp-Hider, "Isn't the ship beautiful? But walk on our ship and we'll gut you like a slaughterfish."

Thanking Sithis that no guards were around, he quickly took out his sword and rammed right through the dark elf. As she died, cold to Swamp-Hiders blade, the Breton ran towards Swamp-Hider prepared to attack while the Redguard came from behind. Swamp-Hider kicked the dark elf off of his blade, into the Breton making him tumble. Then he ducked under the Redguard's strike and sliced his nude stomach. He fell fast. Swamp-Hider walked towards the Breton with the cold dark elf corpse on top of him. Swamp-Hider rammed his blade in the dark elf's wound, straight to the Breton killing him.

Swamp-Hider then took sixteen gold, all together, from each pirate and their cutlasses and said, "You fools are too weak to be pirates."

Now that the three had been taken down, he hid inside the empty box. As he hid, he heard the voices of the other pirates one Breton said "Who did this?" Another Redguard replied "It doesn't matter. If the captain figures this out we're done for." Swamp-Hider's box was taken to the lowest part of the ship.

When Swamp-Hider exited the box, he heard the two voices of the Breton and the Redguard, he ducked down as if crawling. He peeked around the corner and noticed both were gabbing about something. He came behind the Redguard and shoved his blade through his stomach and pushed forward into the Breton and looked at the cutlasses. Not worth carrying more, he thought

As he climbed to the second level of the ship, he noticed an Argonian running at him with a cutlass. As the pirate swung down at Swamp-Hiders head, Swamp-Hider parried the blade stabbed the pirate through the back and said, "Sorry, brethren."

Swamp-Hider moved on to the next part of the ship, he noticed it was the final floor. reason He could hear the gulls caw louder. He entered the captain's quarters and saw his target standing in front of the ship's back window. Swamp-Hider just plainly walked to him as if it was just a normal day. The captain turned and without a word escaping from his breath Swamp-Hider slit his throat and kicked the dear captain from the window. As the captain's lifeless body fell to the depths, a knock at the door was heard. A crewman yelled, "Captain, are you alright? We're coming in!"

As the door opened, nothing but broken glass and a faint wind was in the room. Swamp-Hider escaped through the window before they entered and swam to shore near the entry way to the Temple District.

He smiled, wiping the blood from his blade and laughed as he walked the roads to Cheydinhal. As he entered the city, he walked towards the empty house and entered the sanctuary.

Vicente was there to greet him. "So, the pirate has been eliminated. Excellent. No one will mourn his passing, and Sithis has been appeased. Here is your reward, the Black Band, a ring that will help you move in your armor, walk quieter, and your resist the magic arts."

Swamp-Hider grinned, proud of his achievement. He thought what to do next. He thought of seeing that Hul again, but for some reason his thoughts were clouded by a female voice. He hated it, but it was very familiar.