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]

Emerging from the forest, our eyes came upon a small lake. It was surrounded by rock and brown grass and plants. The altitude of the place made the air quite chilly, though the summer were just coming to a close. On the other side of the lake, which I now recalled being named lake Arrius, a mountain lion prowled. Upon seeing us however, it perched itself on a large boulder, and first then did we see the deer carcase by its feet.

Deciding the lion would be of no danger to us, I got of Shadowmere as soon as I saw the wooden door that covered the cave entrance further up the mountain on the other side of the lake. Gasheera had shown me his map with the location of the cave and this one fit. Unsaddling the horses, we hid the saddles and bridles behind a rock and made sure we had everything we needed.

“Anything you'd like to tell me before we go inside?” I said when he tied the gelding to a tree and we began to walk the rest of the way to the cave. The lion watched us from the large boulder, but it showed no sign of hostility.

“Only one thing, I was born under the lord,” he said and I groaned.

“Oh perfect! You've got the trollkin curse and we're fighting the daedra whose primary element is fire! How could the emperor choose you, and how in the daedra did you ever manage to close that oblivion gate outside Kvatch!?” He's got a 25% weakness to fire, how could it possibly get any worse than that!?

“I didn't close that oblivion gate, not really. I met Saqin in the Kvatch encampment before heading up. She did a lot of the work.” Me shaking my head, we entered the cave.

Walking through a tunnel, we came to stand in a large cave, a man in red robes in front of us.

“You have walked the path of Dawn and have earned a place as members of the Mythic Dawn. Hand over your possessions and accept your new robes. You have come just in time to see our leader.” The man said, and before he had time to react I thrust my knife through his stomach.

A purple swirl flew from my fingers then, and the man floated quietly into a corner after I'd taken a key from his robes. Signalling to Gasheera to stay behind me, I then opened the door which the man had been guarding, and the light of armour being summoned met my eyes.

This new guard rushed at me, and his bulky red and black armour crushed the wooden door when I ducked under his arms. He was stunned for nothing but a moment before the arm that held the conjured mace swung around in pursuit of my head. Once again trying to throw myself out of the way, the mace merely scratched my shoulder. Getting my blade out of the scabbard, I managed to deflect his mace, but that left him free to push me into the wall using his shield.

Releasing the handle of my sword since it was trapped between his shield and my body, I finally managed to get a grip around the handle of my knife and stuck it around the shield into his side. He doubled over, and it was easy to thrust it through his throat, causing blood to pool on the floor.

It was first when I stood there panting heavily, that I noticed Gasheeras absence and the clashing of swords from the passage we came from.

Once again coming through the door, though this time from the opposite direction, I saw a woman clad in red and black armour in the process of killing Gasheera, and threw the dagger that I still held at her. It lodged itself firmly in the nape of her neck, and she staggered backwards as her sword fell and Sithis took her in his hands.

I retrieved my sword and dagger, as well as checking the soldiers for potions, before I once again turned to Gasheera.

“We need to continue, someone is bound to have heard the clash of weapons.” Gasheera answered with a grunt, and heaved himself up on his feet. Then we kept going further through the caves.

We met several soldiers on our way, and several times I found myself just barely being able to save Gasheeras life when he was overwhelmed or knocked to the floor.

Some time had passed when we came upon the cavern storage, and guess if I was surprised when I saw the faint light of Ayleid stones from a crate. However, as it turns out it wasn't truly stones, it was an armour of a kind that I've never seen before, nor since. It resembled elven armour to some extent, but together with the material that looked as a mix of white ayleid stones and steel, there was white cloth. The helmet and the armour glowed slightly. It was made for a male, that I could see at once.

It did not take much time to get Gasheera into the armour, which though it wasn't very good, was better than the previous. And which, apart from the previous, fitted him as if though it'd been made for him.

We continued on then, and it did not take long for the caverns to increase in size, and our eyes to fall upon a group of red robed men and women. Above them all stood an elven man, preaching to them of how they'd release Mehrunes Dagon on Nirn, holding the Amulet of Kings in his hands.

Intending to end his life quickly, I took my bow in hand and aimed an arrow at Mankar Camoran. I was never allowed to set my arrow loose though, as we were discovered then and he disappeared through a magical portal.

The battle that ensued consumed much time and potions, and though we placed ourself in a thin passage so that all of them couldn't come at us at once, I believe we only barely escaped death many times. When it was over, and we had recovered our breath, we made our way onto the platform.

A great statue was posed so that it stood over what I presumed to be an altar used for sacrifice, with it's back against the rock wall. It was the statue of a warrior, holding a great sword in his hands up against the heavens. On the altar lay an argonian, but though Gasheera walked up to him, I paid the man little heed when I turned the way Camoran had been facing.

There was another altar there, and I walked up to it, curious of the book lying there. I tried to open it, but to my annoyance, the cover wouldn't bulge. I heard Gasheera helping the argonian up then just as I grabbed the book from the altar, and was brought up short by the noise of crumbling stone.

Gasheera and the argonian had barely escaped injury when the statue crashed down over them after I took the book, and for a while all of us stood there with our mouths agape. Once they'd recovered from the shock, Gasheera and the argonian turned to me.

“What did you do?” Gasheera asked before noticing the book that I still held in my hands.

“I took this. Figured it might be of some use since Camoran got away,” I answered him, holding the book more plainly in his view. Nodding slowly he then turned to the argonian.

“Can you walk on your own?” he asked, and the argonian started slightly.

“Yes, they did not harm this one much. My name is Jeelius, I am a priest in the Temple of the One and I thank you for your help. Seek me out and I will find a way to thank you properly,” the argonian said to Gasheera.

“You're welcome.” Then he turned to me. ”We should get out now.”

“You don't say.” Sarcasm was dripping from my voice, but I turned and led the way out of there the same way we came before. If there was somewhere I didn't want to spend the night, it was the lake Arrius caverns. It had not exactly been a walk on roses.

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Here ends the second chapter of With Fate Uncertain and Bloodstained Hands.

This post has been edited by saqin: May 9 2011, 02:41 PM