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]

Alright party one of the next chapter is here have fun with it my peoples.

Malx:Thank you for the last chapters comment I hope the rest of the story is to your liking

In Bruma, Part One

Swamp-Hider stood and asked the Orc woman, "How did I get here?"

The Orc woman responded, "All I know is that some Dark Elf mage brought you here. He didn't give his name. He just dropped you and walked away. But that's not important right now. Our matron wishes to speak with you personally."

Swamp-Hider stood in front of the statue of Nocturnal. As he looked up to the statue's face he wondered, Why someone would bring me here? Well I guess I cant be too surprised. Stranger things have happened.

As his thoughts passed, he heard a voice in his mind, different than the one that made him breakdown. This voice was more gentle and nurturing than seductively insane. "Ah, so you have arrived. She has laid her nails into you yet."

"Who do you mean? Is it the woman who plagues my sanity?" Swamp-Hider asked.

Nocturnal replied, "He is like me, taking a female form. But I warn you, if she ever meets you, guard your heart, Argonian. I have one thing to give you. Lay the cursed blade upon my statue."

Swamp-Hider placed his bane sword upon her statue. A light shined on the blade for a moment, then disappeared. The sword had not changed physically.

When Swamp-Hider picked up the sword he felt no dark prescence no thirst for blood.

Nocturnal spoke again. "Your blade was cursed by his energy, but I cured it. Now it will empower you with only one sacrfice, though it may make you a bit unlucky."

Swamp-Hider sighed in relief. "Thank you, Nocturnal! I will watch for this person you speak of."

"I will watch over you, Swamp-Hider. You will know when you see her."

Swamp-Hider left Nocturnal's shrine to Cheydinhal. He felt somewhat lost in his surroundings, winding up in Leyawin. After figuring out which way to go, he made his way directly towards Cheydinhal.

He entered the city gates and breathed in the fresh air of Cheydinhal. Swamp-Hider headed to the sanctuary in the abandoned house. He entered his home but with was greeted with glares around him.

A heavy set Breton man, wearing the same leather armor as Swamp-Hider, came to him and said, "Hello! My name is Arnond Marcile. I am your new partner."

"A partner? Why?"

"Lucien Lachance wanted me to watch you and your progress. You have also been assigned to lower ranked contracts for now."

Swamp-Hider did not question Lucien's orders, not wanting to invoke his wrath.

For a few weeks Swamp-Hider killed many and Arnond watched as Lucien ordered.

Lucien appeared before Arnond one night as Swamp-Hider was away. "Arnond, your new orders are to take Swamp-Hider to Bruma."

"May I ask why Listener?" Arnond asked.

"It's to be unknown to you for the two weeks you both will be residing there," Lucien replied and disappeared almost instantly.

When Swamp-Hider returned, Armond said "We're off to Bruma, Swamp-Hider?"

Swamp-Hider hissed. "It's too cold out there and there's nothing but barbarians and drunks..." He thought about it for a moment and said, "Which isn't so bad, I guess."

Arnond did not reply he only walked off with Swamp-Hider to Bruma.

There walk did not have high spoken spirits between friends. It was mostly Arnond pointing out Ayleid ruins and explaining history while Swamp-Hider wanted to stab his head constantly until his ear drums died. When the assassins arrived in Bruma, Arnond said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Swamp-Hider replied "It's a trash pit."

"Swamp-Hider, you're about the worst tourist ever."

"I wouldn't be if Bruma wasn't a trash pit." Swamp-Hider snapped back.

The assassins then retreated to the nearest inn so that they could rest for their next contract.