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]

It was midday when Shadowmere brought us to Cheydinhall. The sun had hidden behind a cloud, and more, darker clouds was coming towards us. As her sleek body came to a stop outside the gate, I skipped of her back, still holding a hand on her neck. She snorted at me, less humiliating this time and I put my head against hers. Then I took the saddle of her back and slid the bridle of from her head, putting them in the little stable.

”I'll be back later, you just take care of yourself, okay?” I said, looking into her eyes, and she shook her head up and down. She was fully aware that later might just mean a few hours later, but it could also mean a day later.

Now, you might be wondering why I didn't go to the sanctuary next, but it's simple. I just couldn't stand being near Gogron or M'raaj-dar. I didn't feel like being made fun of and insulted several times on the same day. True, Vicente is a gentleman and I've always found him charming, but he just isn't enough.

The guards that had seen me with Shadowmere gave me odd looks as I entered through the gate and the horse set of in a trot to the south east. I had no reason to be worried about her, after all she'd been in these forests much more than me.

When I came in through the gate, the captain of the guard was standing a few feet away, talking to some of the other guards. I pointed my eyes at the ground and made sure that the hood covered my head properly. Then, I walked to the inn.

The Newlands lodge is a small and cosy tavern. Their beds don't cost much, and best of all, the proprietor is a dark elf. When I walked in, the place was quite crowded, though it seemed as if though most of the people were locals. I'd just bought some wine when I heard my name being called with the tell tale khajiit accent. Yes, Gasheera had by some very strange coincidense gone to the same city as me. And, apparantly he wouldn't leave me alone. That's why I went over to his table, and managed to soak it in wine.

Next to Gasheera, sat a very small and wide-eyed khajiit. A female khajiit in a black and green raiment. Oddly, the first thought that crossed my mind was; how did she get here before me? And then I got angry. By angry I do not mean however that I attacked her, a person of my profession can't afford that since even though she's a bandit, the guards would in the case of a fight need to interrogate me which would almost certainly get me a one way ticket to jail.

“Seen a ghost eh, elf?” Gasheera laughed out loud at his own exclamation, and if it hadn't been obvious that he was drunk earlier, then it was now. “Have a seat. Scoot over pretty.” The female gave him a quick look, then plastered her eyes on me again and didn't move an inch.

“That's not necessary.” I said, sitting down on the chair on my side of the table. Gasheera looked at the female then, and back at me.

“You two know each other?” He said, slurring slightly.

“We've met. Never properly introduced however.” I said, a strained smile when I looked at the khajiit whose name I did not yet know. Gasheera snorted, and the female went stiff when the realisation hit her that he was about to tell me her name. She'd seen my dark brotherhood raiment, she knew that I was an assassin. But she knew just as well as I did that if one of us were caught, so would the other.

”Well, this is Sa'Quira, though she calls herself Saqin. Saqin, this is Felisa, she have been training me in sword fighting for the last week.” He took another mouthful of his beer as soon as he finished.

“Well met Sa'Quira.” I said, realizing that the glee I felt were showing on my face, Gasheera was however, to drunk to see it.

“Felisa.” The pronunciation of that word said a lot about her, and she realised it as soon as it escaped her mouth. She feared me and she was a very young woman whom probably hadn't come of age yet. I realised then that whatever she was, she wasn't a threat. If I wanted to I could use her, and she knew that I could kill her in a matter of minutes.

Gasheera of course didn't notice our quiet exchange and I turned to him. “So, what brings you to Cheydinhall?”

“House cleaning.” When his answer came, my drink suddenly left my mouth.

“Wh-what?” Was all I could get out, and he snorted.

“Some people needs some trash cleaned up in a house northwest of here, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow when I'm sober.” He said putting an arm around the girls shoulders. I just sat there. Housecleaning, why would he do that?

Oh right, bandits can be reffered to as thrash, forget that I said anything. Anyway, I spent the remainder of the evening with them and it turned out that Gasheera could be quite funny, for a khajiit that is. And at the same time, it became very evident that he had no idea of the girls real proffesion.

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I've been planning for some time to write a story about Sa'Quira, but I've decided to just incorporate her into Felisas' story. It'd be way to much work to begin a new one, and besides I think I could work out a way to tell her story up to the point when she comes to Cyrodiil.

Almost thought someone would recognise my description of the raiment, but that doesn't matter. That was just a small hint.