An Ashlanders Tale Chapter 2 Options

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Chapter 2

“And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by from this day until the ending of the world but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition, and gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks, that fought with us upon St. Crispin's day!” -King Henry V addressing the troops before the battle of Agincourt on St Crispians Day in 1415


“Get up!” A sharp pain came across my face. “What did I just say? Get up!” Again something hit me across my face.

“He’s not going anywhere by himself. Come on lets drag him to shore.”

I could barely see a thing. My vision was blurry and my face was numb. They grabbed my arms and legs and lifted me up and carried up some steps and through a door. I was suddenly thrown to the ground. I tried to stand up but fell back down to the ground. A quick blast of cold air told me I was outside. There was something strange about the air too. It did not feel the same as the dry warm air of my land. I squinted to try to see where I was but I only saw a dull white blur. Someone grabbed my shoulder and pushed me farther forward.

“Keep moving.”

It seemed like for hours we walked. Strange noises always echoed through area we walked in. As we walked my vision improved but barely. I was able to tell that I was in a forest with snow all over the place. This was definitely not Vardenfell. I tried to recoup my memories of what happened before I woke up in this place. I remembered being in a city watching something burning in the middle of the street. That was all I was able to recall though before the men leading me somewhere told me to stop. I could see several houses and people moving about on a ridge about 100 yards from where I was standing.

I was lead in to the groups of houses and placed on the ground by a well. I looked around me. There were 6 houses all built of wood and stone. There was Armour at the end of town. The other 5 building looked to be either sleeping quarters or storehouses. I looked for the people I thought I saw. They were talking with the men who brought me here to this place. The first thing that went through my mind was here’s my chance to flee. But the curiosity of this strange world kept me glued to the wet ground. The men came back to me.

“How’s our little prisoner doing?” One of them said grinning at me.
I grinned back. “I’m doing fine nord.”

He glared at me and pulled his hand back and was about to strike when the other man silent until now stopped him.

“Do not strike him. He will need to look well when we show the imperials how well we treat our prisoners.” He grinned at me with brown worn teeth.

I glared. What did that mean? What would showing the imperials how well my health was help them? “What do you plan to do with me?” I asked.

“You will see in due time young dunmer, in due time indeed.” He said.
They laughed, picked me up and drug me to a building.

“You will stay in here.” One of them untied my hands. I was shoved inside. They bolted the door behind me. I looked around. No windows, locked door… No way out. I sat down. Time to think.
How can I get out of here and where am I?

[jonajosa]

Note: A lot of people don’t understand where my story is coming from so im going to tell you. If you read The History of Morrowind and finish the main quest of the game you will hear many times about a war between the Dunmer (Tribunal) and the Dwarven/Nordic alliance. You might know what im talking about if I tell you about things that talk about it in the game.
-Amalexia tells you that the Trueflame was lost in the against the Nordic/Dwarven alliance on Red Mountain. She was married to the first Neravar.
-If you read the book Vivec’s History of Vardenfell in the library in Vivec it will tell you about the war also.
It’s mentioned everywhere.
So that’s where my story is coming from. The story of how an Ashlander rises from being a simple hunter to a Great leader. It shows the happiness of victory and the pain of defeat. How a simple young man is willing to do anything to save his country and get back home. This is his story, An Ashlanders Tale.




The next morning I awoke to the sounds of clangs outside my building. I got up slowly; my back ached from sleeping on the stone floor. I walked to the door wondering if I could open it now. Maybe some drunken guard unlocked it by accident. Fat chance though. I pushed it and to my surprise it moved. I pushed again and I heard the door crack. I stood there wondering what to do next. If I try again the door might break off and if that happens the whole town will know I’m trying to escape.

I sat down. My stomach growled with hunger. I looked around for something to eat. All there was though was a bedroll, a table and a barrel in the corner. I went to the barrel and checked inside of it. Inside the barrel was a good supply of a beer of some sort and berries. I pulled the beer out and sniffed it. I pulled back immediately; the smell of that stuff was so strong I would attract all the guars on the island if I drank it. That’s is if there are any guars on the Neravar forsaken island. I took the berries out and examined them. They seemed harmless. I popped one in my mouth and lay down on my bed.

I had been lying on my bed for about an hour before someone unlocked my door and came in. “You are to come with me.” He said. He walked outside and I had to hurry out to catch up with him. As I exited my building I got for the first time a good picture of the area around me. There were mountains to the north and the sea to the south. The ground was still covered with the white and wet stuff. I looked around for the clanging I heard from outside my building. There at the edge of town was the blacksmith. Smoke was coming out of his chimney. That’s weird I thought, why would a blacksmith be making weapons in place like this. It doesn’t look like anyone passes through here to buy them.

“You will go in there now.” The man leading me said. “Get your stuff and then come with me.” I nodded and walked in. I looked around for what he was talking about. On the table to the right were my sword, Armour and gear. I went to the table and donned my stuff. I felt good to have the weight of my armor on. I guess after wearing armor for a few days strait you get used to it.

I walked outside and found the man who led me here standing outside with three more men. They stared at me and talked quietly among themselves in a language I didn’t know. “Follow us.” One of them said finally. We walked out of the small town and headed towards the mountains.

We had walked for about an hour before we reached a camp of some sort. As we walked through it I watched the men go about their work. They were all nords, about 30 in age and all in good condition. They where sharpening swords and putting on armor. They look like they were about to go to battle. “Get a good look at them boy. You’ll be joining them soon enough.” One of the taller nords said. I stared at the group of nord men preparing. What’s happening here?

We walked to the edge of the camp and towards a giant tent. “Go inside. There is someone who wants to talk to you in there.” One said. I walked in. I was relieved to find it warm inside. Also there was food lying on the table to the right of me. My body naturally started to move towards the food but I caught myself and continued to walk towards the middle of the tent. In the middle of the tent was a man sitting at a table with a map on it. I walked towards him.

“Glad you could make it. Ashibalk.” He said turning to me. He was a Dwarf! He had a great beard and stern face. His face had scars all over it but that was to be expected since dwarfs were famous for their aggressiveness.

“How do you know my name?” I asked him startled

“I know the names of all my enemies generals. Many know of your name anyway. It’s not everyday you hear of a 20 year old ashlander commanding a force of 10,000. My name is Kogrun. I am the commander of the Nordic/Dwarven alliance western armies.” He laughed.

“What do you want with me?”

“I wish for you to help me with a problem here on this Kargnac forsaken island. There’s been a revolt against my forces here and I want you to help me put down it. You will join my small group of men and crush the revolt.”

“And if I don’t.” I said

“You don’t have a choice my friend. You see if you refuse, I will kill you. Besides you’re already packed.” He said pointing at my pack.

I stared at him thinking. He’s right. There’s no other choice except death and I’m not ready to give into that yet. “I agree, but if I succeed you have to let me go.” I said after due consideration.

“I’ll think about it. Now go join the group outside. Don’t think about running away again or I’ll send my special group out to grab you again.”

I stepped outside frowning at the return of the cold air. I walked towards the group of men.
They were all sitting there waiting for me. They all wore black armor also.

“Change into this.” One said throwing a black suit of armor at me. I began stripping my armor of and putting the new set on. It fit perfectly. I looked at my new dagger also. It had a dark green glow to it. “It’s a silencing dagger. It will keep them quiet when you stab them in the back. By the way I’m dultog the leader for this operation.” He said.

“Nice.” I said looking at it.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Ready”

“Then lets go”