Swamp Hider's Tale, A story of a demented Argonian Options

[Wrothken Bear-Scar]

Hi all this is my first post of a fanfic so comments would be appreciated>Hope you enjoy this enthralling tale.

From The Swamps To The City

In the depths of the Imperial Prison where rats and spiders make their home, three prisoners sat in their dreary cells waiting for their fate. A dark elf with white hair wearing dirty sack clothed attire looked at another dark elf across the way with dark hair saying, "You're going to die here."

A simple Argonian with red and black scales and horns of white, cell mate to the dark elf got up and bashed his head against the bars. He said, "Leave the poor guy alone were in the same slump as he is." His clothes were sack cloth pants with his tail wrapped around his legs as he sat back on the murky floor.

As the dark elf started fussing, they heard guards entering the prison cell across the hall. The Argonian hastily jumped up and went to the bars begging to be released with him. But the Argonian noticed that the latch to his cell was loose. The Argonian picked the latch with his claw. As the door opened, the foul mouthed dark elf ran toward it. Quickly, he slammed the door shut knocking the dark elf to the ground.

"Swamp-Hider, you fetcher you'll pay or my name isn't Valen Dreth!" The dark elf warned.

Swamp-Hider did not pay attention but only ran in the direction were the prisoner and the guards left. As he traveled through the hallowed halls he noticed people dead wearing red robes and two guards lying dead. He saw a sword laying on the floor. He grabbed it and ran towards the next corridor.

Swamp-Hider then saw a guard standing over a body. He thought to himself, Great and I thought I could leave. Then he thought of a plan. He took out his sword and threw it in the dark so it would clang onto the floor. The Redguard ran towards the noise. As the guard ran past him, he snuck by seeing the body of another dead man. He did not know or care whose body that was. Only his freedom mattered.

He made his way through the sewers seeing dead rats and goblins. He wondered who had killed them all but didn't worry too much about it. As he breathed in the fresh air he hopped in the water as if going back home. As he floated in the water, he looked up and heard sea gulls caw. Swamp-Hider smiled and swam to shore. When he emerged through the water he saw two more dead bodies. He walked up to both of them seeing that they were bandits. He took a full furred armor and a long sword as well for protection.

He saw a small tent next to some of the bodies and decided to rest there for the night. As laid down, he wondered what his parents were up to and what was going on in Argonian but he fell asleep before he could think too much. As he started to drift, he felt a chill. He rose up out of his bed and took the sword to the being before him.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, Shadow Scale," an Imperial in a black hood and robe declared.

"It's about time." Swamp-Hider replied as if knowing the phantom-like Imperial.

"Watch your tounge, Shadow Scale," the Imperial retorted.

"I was in Black Marsh waiting for the Dark Brotherhood to train me but I was sent to be a slave in Morrowind and I was nothing! As soon as I made it to the Imperial City, I was arrested!" He barked.

The Imperial bowed. "I apologize but now your family has to come to retrieve you and make up for your troubles. I am Lucien Lachance, Listener of the Black Hand. Now if you'll come to Cheydinhal, we can begin your training. What is your name Shadow Scale?"

"My name is Swamp-Hider."

Lucien explained, "You will do one thing before we go to Cheydinhal. You will murder a certain annoyance to us."

Swamp Hider agreed. "I will. Who is the prey?"

"A man name Pilper Carbo he has almost infiltrated our head quarters in many cities. He wants to rid us like rats in a hole. But Swamp-Hider you will send him into the void with Sithis. You will find this man in a small hut near a bridge across from the Imperial City."

Swamp Hider then told Lucien "Very well. I will go kill the fool, but be prepared for when I come."



The next morning Swamp-Hider stood up and headed for the hut. As he traveled through the water he thought of his life in Black Marsh as a child. He was frail waiting for the Dark Brotherhood. Swamp-Hider shook his horrid thoughts and moved on.

He came across a small community and asked the people of a hut. They pointed him in the direction of the old bridge he did not thank the villagers but went to the bridge. As he came across the hut he smiled, finally doing what he wanted all of his life. He knocked on the door and as soon as the Imperial appeared in the doorway, he rammed his blade deep in his throat. As the body fell to the floor he noticed he had been wearing Imperial Legion armor. He searched the body and found eighty gold and a map with the word "shrines" on it. He took the gold and map and noticed Lucien and jumped back alarmed.

Lucien looked at the body and smiled. "Good, good, you will make a fine assassin. Go to Cheydinhal and meet with your brothers and sisters."

Swamp Hider smiled finally meeting his true family after all this time. He ran as fast as his legs could carry to Cheydinhal. When he arrived into the city a drunk dark elf passed him. After all that time of being locked up with one, he tripped the drunk. Swamp-Hider walked away giggling a little and saw an abandoned house.

As Swamp Hider entered the house he noticed the darkness and laughed loudly he then ran into the cellar and saw a bright red door with the night mother enscribe. The door asked him, "What is the color of night?"

Swamp-Hider replied as if practiced. "Sanguine, my brother."

As Swamp-Hider entered the door it spoke, "Welcome, family member."

Swamp-Hider peered at his surrounding and laughed maliciously as if he was returning to his own dark kingdom and he received several strange looks from the other occupants.

This post has been edited by Wrothken Champion Of Madness: Jan 15 2011, 02:40 AM

[Wrothken Bear-Scar]

Alright everybody sorry I have been gone for an eternity but I am back with a new chapter of Swamp Hider's Tale so enjoy.

In Bruma, Part 2, The Girl

At Olav's Tap and Tack, the inn closest to the east gate, Swamp-Hider and Arnond sat inside. Arnond spoke with the owner of this small inn, Olav. "Yes, we have two rooms reserved," he said.

Olav looked at the Breton and said "Yes, well...." He shook his head. "No. Two beds one room."

Swamp-Hider said, slamming his head to his hand, "In Bruma, for two weeks, in a room with you?"

"We'll take it," Arnond said, walking up the small steps into a singular room with Swamp-Hider following from behind. In their small room Swamp-Hider and Arnond were trying to relax, but Swamp-Hider couldn't sit for too long. "Can I go out?"

Arnond replied with a simple shake of his head.

"Come on! At least let's go down for some drinks," Swamp-Hider pleaded.

"We have to wait for his message to come," Arnond replied.

Swamp-Hider paused for a moment looking at the door. "Well what if we don't get a message?"

"Then we wait," Arnond said.

"Well what if he doesn't message in two weeks?" Swamp-Hider asked.

"Then we stay for two weeks."

After quite some time of complaining Swamp-Hider got his way and they went out, but Arnond told him in order to do what he wants they both must look at some ayleid ruins.

They left Bruma and searched around the ruins. Arnond explained as much as his throat could push out about the history of the Ayleids.

“Did you know that the Ayleids were the first race to create an empire in Tamriel? The Ayleids were known as Ancient Ones, Wild Elves, or Heartland High Elves. They also created the Imperial City but back then it wasn’t a city, it was a fortress known as the White Gold Tower.” He pointed at a small mountain with an Ayleid tower pointing out. “You know there is more than just one type of Ayleid. Some say they live deep within the forests.”

Swamp-Hider huffed and kicked stones around for a while.

When they returned to Bruma, Swamp-Hider was excited to go out into the winter bound city. Though it wasn't much to look at Swamp-Hider simply enjoyed his freedom out of that stuffy room.While Swamp-Hider was running around Bruma like a child straight out of bed in the morning Arnond returned to the inn.

Olav approached Arnond and said, "You have a message and it’s a real doozie."

[i]Why were you not in when I came? I wanted to see you personally but now that will not do. Meet a man name Grolog in a small house behind the chapel there will be a moon on his door. Don't mess this up or by Sithis you will not like the result of failure.

L.L.

Arnond slapped himself on the head knowing full well that Lucien Lachance furious is like dealing with a berserk ogre. But he knew that this contract must be the most important if he has to meet someone for the job.

In a small house not too far from Olav’s Tap and Tack, Swamp-Hider was enjoying a couple of pints with some Nords. The door opened showing Swamp-Hider’s dream lizard, Hul. She walked up to Swamp-Hider and said "Its been a while, Sugar Scales"

Swamp-Hider simply smiled and replied. “I’m great.” He had an idea to make his stay in Bruma less miserable. “You wanna go out?”

Hul knowing what Swamp-Hider was trying simply laughed and said "Sure. Tonight at the Fighters Guild, eight o’ clock. Don't be late, alright?"

Swamp-Hider looked at his new drinking friends and they all laughed and cheered for Swamp-Hider had a date. He cheered as Hul left the small house. He thought his luck was about to change for the better, but unknown to him things were about to become complicated.