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]

mALX: It makes sense that you'd want Janus Hassildor in bed with Maxical(sounds strange saying it XP), but then I've read about it, and their relationship would seem much stranger if they never managed to get into bed with each other.

Acadian: Thanks, it doesn't really make sense that you can't use telekinesis for what Felisa does in the game, I mean, the dead actually are wearing clothes, and clothes in any other circumstance can be moved. Also, horses are so much more than ways to get around, as you've managed to show perfectly in your story about Buffy, they can be your best friend if you treat them well.

TheOtherRick: Thanks ^^

I feel so mean... My last update was in November! My mind have been completely dry, but now I've finally got an idea yay! It'll take a while to write though, but I'll give you the small piece that I've actually managed to write this far.

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It was early the next morning when I pulled him out of his bed and took him outside the city. North on the imperial isle we stood at 4 am. Both of us had laced leather pants, wool shirts and leather shoes. I'd already rid the island of the few bandits whom inhabited it.

“Today, we're going to exercise blocking and deflecting strikes, because when it comes down to it, you might be dead because you never learned how to block right.” I spoke until he closed his eyes, and then I felled him with the broadside of my blade. “You can't ever do that when fighting someone, okay? Because you'll be dead.” He nodded at my statement, and I smiled slightly. Gods, it must be humiliating for him to be brought down by me again, and I simply couldn't avoid feeling smug about it.

We continued until noon, me coming at him numerous times and correcting him when he did something wrong, there were several moments when I though he'd collapse during the training, but as it turned out, he was a bit tougher than that.

“Okay, you've deserved some food. You can let your guard down.” Okay, so he actually collapsed when I told him that, and I burst out laughing, but at least he held his ground until the danger was gone. That's a good sign of a lot of willpower, isn't it?

When he came to, his eyes were slightly hazy, and I had a feeling that he'd crash when the night came. I hadn't moved him from his position though, so he was very sore. I served him a plate with the venison and potatoes that I'd just cooked over a camp fire, and then I sat down to eat myself. It was quiet for a while before he spoke.

“Thank you.” And that was all there was. We didn't speak much during the rest of the day, only when I gave him instructions on how to put his feet to balance the energy loss better or how to angle his blade. As a matter of fact, I think a whole week had walked past when he spoke to me again.

“I need to take care of some things, it shouldn't take more than a few days, but it's quite urgent.” He said from his spot in front of me. We were eating dinner, having just finished the days training. I looked up at him, his eyes were stuck on my face, determination took up the majority of his. I nodded slowly, swallowing the last piece of meat.

“What is so important that you've got an excuse not to train? I'm not finished with you yet.” I got up from the ground, checking the edge of my blade, but my mind didn't leave his facial expression.

“Saving the world..?” He sounded determined, sarcastic and... Wait, was he actually asking? Gods, he really was asking for my permission!

“You're on a mission to save the world? Right...” How could he be chosen to save the world? When I met him, he barely knew anything about fighting. Why, if he was drawn into a pub brawl he'd be the one that ended up in the bottom and got all of his teeth's knocked out!

“Well, the emperor tasked me with finding his lost son and that son in turn wants my help with fighting back an invasion from Oblivion. Should I have disagreed?” What did I say, all brawns, no brains. So typical for fighters. Heck, he should make sure he knows more about it before he takes on a mission that could kill him! Not that I care about him, but it's stupid. And that's exactly what I told him. I couldn't stop him from going though, and he decided to leave the next morning after he'd gathered supplies. Me? I decided to travel a bit. Maybe do a bit of hunting, work some if I got the opportunity. Simply just following my desires for once.