The Forgotten Tales Options

[Hukai The Wandering]

This is for the library and I'm just putting this here so I won't forget to post it. I will share each chapter as I go and so please, do not ask me about anything that I have not posted already. This includes what that book is about.
Thank you,
Hukai.

EDIT:
This is the first piece, the prelude or whatever you want to call it. It introduces the reader to the book's purpose, and ultimintly(sp?) their own.

The Forgotten Tales

(The book looks old and tattered. You notice that there are small spots of grass stains on the cover, and you can smell the scent of old herbs on every page.)

To Begin
There are many stories in which life has created. Many of these hold truths that, even without all the lore, will call upon the generations to listen. This is a collaboration of those truths that, without such, we would have no history. Up until the recent wars, and back unto the old song, all tales hold true for a time. Read, and believe not that I have said so, but because you truly believe. And so, Our story begins.

This post has been edited by Hukai The Wandering: Sep 7 2005, 02:01 AM

[Hukai The Wandering]

EDIT: This is the first story in the book.

A Heckler’s Call
Once, within the city of Perigrad(sp?), there lived in earnest a teller by the name of S’varris. As told by his name, S’varris was a Khajiit. He had untold riches and spoke richly of that which was untold. Even during the times of war, he would be found sitting in a tavern or guildhall telling outlandish tales of his heroism. Within twelve days and twelve nights, he became famous for his tattle. Upon his thirteenth night, though, his fate changed. S’varris had keen in mind a story from his homeland. He perceived, as he walked highly into the crowd, that a cloaked face was among them. But he took no heed and proceeded to his seat. And so he began:

“This is the story of S’varris’s homeland. When S’varris once was a child.” The Khajiit kept his voice low, as to create a mystique about him. He continued. “When the first moon was blue and the other moon red, the Elders of  S’varris came to him. Under the night sky, they hunted an animal with no name. The beast was higher than S’varris’s head now and times over in weight. As he was young, S’varris was told to hold the ceremonial torch. The elders of S’varris said that the torch would glow blue when the beast was near. They searched all night and found not a print. By this time, the elders of S’varris and S’varris were very tired.” As the KhajiIt talked in his low voice, the newcomer slowly drifted nearer to the rear of the dimly light room. “As the elders of S’varris slept, he could not sleep. S’varris felt the wind say that something was wrong. Even as he thought this, a small growling came from behind S’varris inside the thick bushes. S’varris turned to call the his elders but they did not move. The monster had already killed them.” S’varris now leaned in closer to those who sat closest to him, so that his deep eyes reflected the light of the lanterns. “This was bad for S’varris as he had no weapon or magic. Then the creature stepped out. The creature was large. It had green tusks, five legs, and looked like it was made out of ebony. The creature made a grab for S’varris but he was too quick. S’varris grabbed a log out of the fire and flung it at the beast. He seared his own hand at the same time.” S’varris pulled back the sleeve on his left arm to reveal smooth, black skin that had not  hair nor patch of golden fur to be seen. “S’varris heard a terrible scream and the monster fell dead.”

At this, the stranger who had been listening strongly flinched as if hit. He sauntered slowly towards the group of listeners. “After the beast fell, S’varris ran for a day to find his way back to his village. Later that day, S’varris got a amulet for killing the monster and the elders of S’varris were put in honor-graves.” As S’varris ended there was a quiet awe in the crowd. Before even S’varris himself could react, the stranger who was in-fact an Orc threw back his cloak and shot a silver arrow straight into S’varris’s heart. The loved Khajiit feel dead. Before anyone could rush to apprehend him, the Orc bellowed in a heart-rending sob. “He is dead! That honoured user who killed my wife is dead!” The Orc then pulled a poison dagger and slit his own throat and with his finally words passed away. “My sweat darling, I shall be with you soon.”

As not a soul in the crowd knew, or does know to this day, S’varris himself was accepted into the Morg Tong(sp?) at a young age. His first mission was the kill an Orc that owed them money. The Orc had caught wind that day and fled with her husband. After searching the city for her, S’varris and a few other guild members decided to stay in a tavern in the town. As  fate conceived, the Orcs had put up to remain in that very place for a fortnight. When their quarry noticed them in the dinner area, she tried to run past to her room, but S’varris caught her. The Orc had on ebony armor and wielded a mace. She bashed the other Morg Tong(sp?) guild members to death but fell herself when S’varris threw Mazte(sp?) and a lit torch on her. And so, he returned to his guild the next day to receive a badge of honor and have his comrades buried. If only the Khajiit had known that the husband had caught a final glimpse of him running out of the door and his wife dead, he could have gotten a writ to kill  him too. But in the end, the Khajiit made his only fatal mistake. The Orc merely felt to rest and would have never recognized the aged assassin if not for his scared arm and his own heroic tale.

This post has been edited by Hukai The Wandering: Sep 7 2005, 02:01 AM