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]

Thanks for the good comments, I had quite a lot of fun writing this next part(except the very end, but everything can't be fun) and I do hope that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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I awoke early the next morning. Gasheeras' snoring could be heard through his door, and I decided to go outside while waiting. I hadn't forgotten about his “house cleaning” comment the evening before.

Was I surprised to be stopped by the khajiit girl while making my way outside. Yes, I was. She didn't exactly seem like the brave or foolhardy type.

“Felisa. May Saqin speak with you for a moment?” Talking in that accent typicall to most khajiit, she caught me by surprise.

“I guess so.” I shrugged, and she nodded before walking outside. What was up with this girl? She went around to the back of the house, out of sight from the guards and townsfolk. Then she stopped, and seated herself on the ground.

“What do Felisa intend with Gasheera?” She asked plainly, and I just stared at her. Why should I intend anything with him? Why did there always have to be a purpose? Lucien would always tell me why someone was wanted dead when the thruth was that I didn't care. Why can't one just do as one wants and the rest of the time just follow the flow?

“Nothing. I'm just giving him some training with a blade. He isn't particularly good you know.” I said, smirking.

“Saqin know Gasheera is no good with blades, and that worries Saqin. Why Saqin can beat him with blade, and Saqin ain't that good. That is why Saqin have been thinking. Gasheera is going to kill bad people, try to save world. But, he is no good with blade and would probably get killed and fail in saving world.” She said, gesturing with her hands meanwhile. You know what a bad habit that is? Not only can someone hear your voice, they can see you easier as well.

“Can you get to the point?” I asked, interrupting her, and she stared at me. And all of sudden, a light lit in my head.

“Felisa not interrupt, please. Now, Saqin was saying that what if people thought Gasheera was good with blade? What if they thought he was master swordsman simply because no one lived to tell of his fights?” I smiled then when she spoke. “If we helped Gasheera kill bad people, and no one found out we were doing it, Gasheera would be named hero, and because we are his friends, no one would dare to touch us. Gasheera as fake hero and fake master swordsman would be of more use to us, then us being heroes and outlaws. What if one of the greatest heroes ever, was a scam?” She ended there, looking at me.

“You're saying that we're going to make it look like Gasheera is a hero, but really we will be the ones doing all of the work?” I almost laughed because I liked the idea. Being part of one of the biggest scams ever sounded much more fun than simply training a possible hero. “But, you're not partcularly skilled with a blade either, so what are you going to do?” I asked, and for the first time since I met her, Saqin smiled.

“True, Saqin is no good with blade, but Saqin knows politics, and Saqin knows how to pretend that one knows politics. You fight, and make it look as if Gasheera does, and I take care of politics and publicity, meanwhile making it seem as if Gasheera is. We make him seem as one of the greatest warriors and politicans alive, and no one dare touch us. We also gain part of profits. What do Felisa say?”

“I'm in. I wouldn't miss this for anything.” I said and we clasped hands, smiling.

“Good, now Gasheera should be getting up. Go and talk to him, tell him of plan and begin acting it. Saqin must return to her friends, they wonder where Saqin is by now.” We said goodbye, and she left through the city gate while I made my way back to the inn. She was way more clever than I gave her credits for. Though she feared me, she knew when a huge opportunity came her way, and had the brains not to throw it away.

And, like Sa'Quira had said, I found Gasheera awake eating breakfast and joined him. He waited a while before looking up and talking to me. And the way he ate looked much more like a starving dog than a cat.

“I assume Saqin talked to you?” He said between bites, and I nodded. “Good, in the Imperial City we found out that the ones that killed the emperor belongs to a cult called Mythic Dawn. They've got a shrine in the caves next to Lake Arrius and that's where we are going today. They managed to steal a very important thing, and we're going to take it back.”

“And what is this thing?” I asked, eyebrow raised.

“I'll tell you when we have left town. It's not secure in here. You've got no problems with going after a cult?” I laughed at his comment.

“Why should I? I might have been a member at some time, or had a relationship with one of them at some point, but that's not an issue.”

“You're fine with killing people you know?” He actually seemed shocked at the relevation. And we sat there eating for a while before he spoke again.

“What happened to that dark elf in prison? The rude one?” He asked, and I felt my stomach knot.

“I killed him.” My voice was barely more than a whisper. It seemed so odd saying it out loud, the fact that I killed him, and then Gasheera smiled. As if though he was glad.

“Well that's one guy that really deserved it.”

“No, he didn't. He is the only person I've ever killed that didn't deserve it, and I loved him. Do not speak of him again.” I basically growled as I said the last part and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Why? Why did you kill him?” It seemed to put a strain on him, saying those few words, and I looked him straight in the eyes as I answered.

“Because Sithis told me to.” There was no remorse or feeling in my eyes, though my heart cracked a second time, and I did not even enjoy the fact that his fur stood straight up from the terror that I could see in his eyes. Did he fear me then? I certainly hope so. However, he never mentioned it again...