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]

TheOtherRick & mALX: Thanks

Zalphon: A bit I suppose, not that much, she's just very devoted to the deity she worships. "Maybe" in the way of it getting fanatical.

Anyways, I'm now going to give you a bit of a look into the head of Sa'Quira. Quite hard to write, and I'm not sure wheter you'll see her as I'm trying to picture her.

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Sa'Quira's POV

My boots rustled the leaves on the ground as I made my way through the under brush. Luckily the noise wasn't enough to attract the attention of the imperial forester on my right. He had no idea of my presence, and he had no idea of how close he was to a camp full of bandits. If they hadn't moved of course, I couldn't count on them not to move. After all, that was exactly what I would have done.

The forester was soon out of my sight, and though I kept making sure not to make an abundance of noises, I sped up. No telling how they would react. Would they be angry, relieved or merely amused by my ability to escape trouble? Who'd know. I came to a halt then.

How would Khan gro-Tira react? Now that was a question worth asking. I started walking again, wouldn't ever find out by standing around would I?

Was that the fault I'd done before, not asking why exactly M'errunz acted as he did around me? Was that how he'd been able to surprise me so greatly? Was that why I ran off..?

I shrugged, trying to throw the thoughts away. It was my decision to run, and I've not regretted it, why then won't it leave my head? Did my parents actually manage to cram some of that sentimental and creepy stuff about love into my head? I certainly hope they didn't. That stuff is nothing but a liability.

For one not aware of their surroundings, the changes as I came closer to the camp wouldn't have been seen, but then that was why I was the scout. I always saw valuables and dangers first, that's how I stayed alive.

The chatter of birds gradually disappeared, and the faint smell of smoke met my nostrils. A sense of being watched confirmed my suspicions, and I looked up into a nearby tree at the wood elf. He leaned against the trunk, bow slung over his shoulder and eyes staring straight at me.

“You're late.” I didn't answer. “Khan ain't happy 'bout that.” He skidded down the tree and came to stand before me.

“Your skills in sneaking still haven't improved.” He stood silent for a moment at my answer, face blank, but then he burst out into a laughter.

“That's all you've got to say? Commenting the fact that I didn't watch you for more that a second before you saw me. What if I wanted you to see me?” he said and walked up beside me as we entered the camp.

“You never want to be seen.” Was my response to that, and just then Khan gro-Tira came out of his tent. The elf tried to stop his laughter, but couldn't and walked of. I came to stand before the big male orc, and considering the fact that I'm barely taller than a wood elf, he didn't have to make an effort to tower over me.

“You know what I found a few days ago? I found two of my men, two men with whom you were scouting, dead in a small camp, one of them half roasted in the fire. You care to explain that?” The orc spoke with fire in his eyes, and considering the fact that he was the leader of the camp, I couldn't count on much help. So I did all I could when his fist struck the first blow, I ducked.

The older khajiit thief had seated himself on the garden wall to be able to look down on his two students.

“Duck the first two or three blows. They are dealt in anger, without aiming but using a lot of force. If they hit you, you're as good as dead. Then he'll calm down slightly, calculate his blows and want only to humiliate, not harm. That's when you've gotta let him hit you, or he'll just hate you more. Might hurt your pride, but it sure as hell won't hurt your skull.” He smiled when the girl avoided the brutish khajiit.

“That method does not apply to a situation when his true intent is to kill you however. Neither does it apply when you've got nothing against hurting him.” The girl ducked again, and getting within his range, hit him straight in the groin. As a result, the brute doubled over, and the thief on the wall laughed.

“You're learning fast.” In response to his praise, the girl gave him a smug smile.

The old lesson was fresh in my mind, and I took it into account as I ducked the next two blows. When his expression changed, I didn't move, and the fist connected with my jaw. I fell backwards, my jaw feeling as if though it'd blow up, but at least I knew it was intact.

No more blows came, and when I looked at the orc, the fire in his eyes were gone.

“Will it happen again?” His voice was hard, an edge to it that I knew I didn't want there.

“No,” I said, putting the most humiliated expression I knew on my face, and he reached his hand down to help me up.

“You better be right.” With that he then spun around and marched back into his tent. I looked at the others, they were seated most of them, pretending they didn't listen. But they were way too curious not to, and now they looked up. I'd dropped the humiliated expression the moment gro-Tira entered his tent and they obviously wondered how I could take it so calmly.

“M'errunz have come to see Ma'Quira. Will you not speak to him?” Aged around 50, the female cathay-raht looked oddly elderly to the young suthay girl. She was sitting in the small window, looking at the sugar-cane gardens next to which the small house was situated.

“Must I mother? I would rather have lesson.” She didn't look at her mother while talking. Wearing a light brown budi and black pants, she seemed quite content where she was. Her mother frowned.

“Unhealthy is what it is. Ma'Quira needs to get out, I and your father will be having guests.”

“Well, okay. I will go.” With that the girl turned from the window and walked out of the room past her mother. At the door that led outside she paused momentarily before opening it.

The boy had seated himself on the ground, but bounced up again when she walked outside. “What do Dar'Quira wish to do?”

“Doesn't matter M'errunz.” She sighed, wishing he'd not call her that when her parents where close by, and they started down the road.

“Okay, then we'll swim!” He smiled at her and broke into a run.

“M'errunz!” She called out and chased after him.

“What?” I said, noticing that they were still looking at me. Most of them turned away, began to talk with each other again or continued their games. I looked around for a bit, and then I walked out of there.

Coming to Cyrodiil, the idea of being an outlaw had seemed good. A lot of money, independence and an excuse to be by myself. Now I knew how wrong I'd been. I knew the theory of guilt just as well as I knew that they expected me to feel it. But why should I? They were the ones who wanted to rob her.
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Afterwords:
budi - (n.) a Khajiit style shirt which is fastened down the right side with braids. [Ta’agra]
Source: Pocket Guide to the Empire
The budi(best picture I've found, credits to the artist)

Sa'Quira=Ma'Quira=Dar'Quira

Sa, Ma and Dar are simply different prefixes to names for those who doesn't know.(Used in the khajiiti language) Sa/S means adult, Ma/M means apprentice, child or virgin and Dar means thief, clever, sly or skilled with his/her hands. Different people simply calls her different things. Just in case anyone wonders.

Source: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/t...tion-dictionary

This post has been edited by saqin: Apr 1 2011, 06:28 AM