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]

TheOtherRick: I'm not saying anything...

Acadian: Well, you actually can close that gate when fresh out of prison, and she does pretty much refer to him as your average saint, though I don't know how she could possibly do that considering the company he keeps ROFL You'll see

Anyway, I finished up this section really quickly. And since I couldn't think of any way to make it better(though there probably is some(which you are very free to point out)), here you've got it. I'm going to stop talking now or I'll just give something away.

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Who has the worst luck in the world? Answer; me! Up bright and early to fight outlaws is what heroes are supposed to do! Since when did anyone consider me a hero!? Right, never, that's because I'm not! Gasheera is a H.E.R.O!!! My name is not Gasheera!

I had but awoken when I realised that something was terribly wrong in my camp. My eyes flickering open, my gaze landed on the breton and the khajiit that were rummaging through my things, and a smaller khajiit standing watch by a tree further away. She was not quite as vigilant as one could be led to believe however, for in her hands she held my spare raiment. My enchanted raiment. In green and black it wasn't exactly my favourite, but it was mine and no khajiit, especially not a bandit, should touch it. There was a belt around the waist of the raiment designed to hold the sheath of a sword and a potion, and another thicker belt going diagonally over one of the shoulders that was meant to attach a dagger, a quiver and bow and lock picks to. There was a green hood and mask as well that when put in place would make sure that no one could see more than fingers, and in the case of a beast, the tail.

I slipped quietly from the rough bedroll, back aching lightly from having placed it on the hard ground, and pulled out my elven dagger from it's hiding place within my clothes. My bow and quiver lay by the fire, obviously placed there by the outlaws as the string had been removed from the bow. I mostly kept it stringed over the night in case I'd get any unwanted company. This time though, that hadn't helped.

The male khajiit spun around at the sound of my feet rustling the few leaves that lay scattered on the ground, but I had already embedded my dagger in his stomach by the time he realised what was happening. The breton had drawn his sword when I turned towards him next, but the female khajiit stood as paralysed by the trees, obviously not knowing how to react. It struck me then that I couldn't see Shadowmere, and hoping that she was okay, I released a fireball at the breton, following up with a quick sprint to his side.

As he barely got out of my reach, the rustle of branches and leaves told me that the khajiit was leaving, but I didn't even shoot her a glance for the breton were regaining his balance. While trying to extinguish the fire that was creeping up his arm, the breton swung his sword at me in panic, and I had no problems deflecting the blow and sending him to oblivion.

I stood, breathing slowly for a minute when the battle had ensued. Looking over at the khajiit, I saw that his entrails had begun spilling out over the fire, and the stench that came upon me the next moment caused me to stagger. Getting out of the direction of the wind, I picked my bow up, strung it and hung it together with the quiver over my back.

I was careful not to touch the dead bodies when I extinguished the fire and rolled up my bedroll. Wolves and bears would come soon, and having already seen what a mess those animals could leave behind, I didn't want to be there when they did.

A neighing caught my attention, and I turned in the direction that the khajiit had run in, was she trying to steal my horse? I chuckled at the thought, knowing very well what Shadowmere was capable of, and set of at a jog through the trees.

When I caught sight of Shadowmere she was standing over the girl, just about to bring her hooves down on her. The khajiit rolled away from beneath Shadowmere, and I called for the horse. Her ears pointed straight up and she looked at me, giving the khajiit enough time to get out of her reach together with the raiment. My teeth ground together as I looked at her, she really wouldn't let it go.

She spun around quickly, placing the raiment in her pack and sprinting of in the opposite direction. I ran to Shadowmere, and swung myself onto her back. The khajiit wouldn't get far if I rode Shadowmere, and still something held me back. I merely watched as the girl took of, a frown on my face. When we couldn't hear her any longer, Shadowmere turned her head and snorted at me.

“What? Why should you possibly care? She stole from ME.” I said, looking at the mare, who shook her head and snorted. Was she actually laughing at me?

“Oh shut up. Now lets get going, I need a drink and the closest place to get that is Cheydinhall.” I hissed at her, and though she began to trot, she repeated the noise that seemed an awful lot like laughing. I did not pay much attention to Shadowmere after that, because I could not get the gnawing feeling out of my thoughts that somehow, I hadn't seen that khajiit for the last time.