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]

Well heres the next chapter and this is a puzzling one sorry its a little late I had a felldew trip and it was bad lol enjoy ^^.

Vengeance Served Hot

As Swamp-Hider left the sanctuary and started to skip through Cheydinhal while onlookers and guards alike looked at him like a dancing mud crab. He left the gates of Cheydinhal and dashed to the sewer gate were he escaped. One mile away from the Imperial City Swamp-Hider collapsed to the ground. Behind a ruined pillar, a Khajiit with a heavy hammer and fur armor went to Swamp-Hider and as he was about to take his possessions, Swamp-Hider's blade called out to him and told him, "Take..Blood."

As if he was possessed, Swamp-Hider stabbed the Khajiit through the throat. As the blood coarsed down the blades handle, he felt like he was being revitalized, like being given water after weeks of dehydration. Swamp-Hider gasped and held the blade up and thought, Damn, I hope I can last with this much.

He made his way to the opening of the sewer he thought about the cursed piece of metal hanging at his waist. He was overcome with a feeling of nostalgia, seeing all the bodies laying in his way. He made it to a small wooden door. He walked in, skulking behind a small pillar, overhearing a Redguard and Nord talking. It was mostly complaints about their superior. Swamp-Hider did not listen too closely, only waited for their footsteps to spread. The Nord was the farthest out, so he made his way down some steps and ducked to the left side of the stair case. The Redguard heard him and said under his breath, "Must have been a rat."

Swamp-Hider made it through a few corridors but as he entered another wooden door he dropped to his knee whispering, "Not now."

"Take," the sword commanded.

Swamp-Hider shook his head and stumbled to a small dark crevice in the floor. The guards walked with bright torches, looking for intruders who would dare enter. Swamp-Hider took advantage of the darkness he hid in and with enough strength to muster made it behind another door. Seeing the hole were he emerged from escaping he stumbled like a drunk. He stumbled and sat down in the opening to the escape. He heard a guard and Dreth speaking.

Swamp-Hider could not concentrate or even notice their conversation. Swamp-Hider only concerned him self with his health. His scales heated up like he was in a pit of fire. He could barley lift his arm, let alone stand. Swamp-Hider used his sword like a cane and stood wobbling. He walked to the cell door and opened it. Like before, he went to Dreth's cell and picked it with his claw. As Swamp-Hider stumbled in his cell, Dreth did not thank nor scorn Swamp-Hider.

"Old friend, are you alright? Lets go... but I owe you for before, you scaly fetcher!" Dreth said and started to beat Swamp-Hider with his scrawny hands. Swamp-Hider wasn't in pain from Dreth just his illness.

Swamp-Hider stood up as Dreth backed away like a zombie. He ran to Dreth and swung his sword into his side. As Dreth fell, Swamp-Hider's blade drank and sated its thirst. He woke from his zombified trance and looked to Dreth's bleeding body. He knew what had happened. He placed the sword's blade in Dreth's blood once more and the sword drank like a skooma addict.

Swamp-Hider slinked through the catacombs of the prison like a rat to freedom once more. As he dashed through the sewers to the lake, he swam under a bridge as if the past came to his aid once more. Swamp-Hider held his head and shook himself like trying to wake from an endless nightmare or a bad trip.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, clawing his scales and the ground. He wailed more and more. Passers ran from the screams not wanting to encounter the foe below. After hours of screaming, he passed out from the strain of his vocal cords.

As he slept, he dreamed that he appeared in the planes of Oblivion without armor. Only the cursed sword. A woman appeared before him as a shadow with vivacious curves. She spoke softly like smooth blankets in the cold. "My dear child. Come, return to me and return home were you belong... Inside my world."

When Swamp-Hider awoke, he was in front of a statue of Nocturnal, the Daedric Prince of Shadow. Swamp-Hider arose and met a bald Orc woman who spoke to him. "You look very vile. Welcome friend."