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]

Chapter three- Because lies are easy

Sa'Quiras' POV

The fire crackled when I put another branch onto it, and I lay down on the soft earth beneath the great pines. Looking up into the sky, I couldn't help but think back to that which had been so long ago, back when I still had a home.

If someone against all odds caught me, I do not think that I'd be welcome back home. I've done to many things that disgrace my family, and besides my parents have another three children. When I look back, I was probably the one they liked the least. They always tried to protect my sister and my brothers. When my two older brothers joined the Manes' army they were very proud, and when word came of the death of my eldest brother my mother cried for days. They were sad when my older sister married and went of to the other provinces.

As children, mother always tried to make sure that they were in what she'd call proper company, but she never had that concern with me. I'm quite certain now that she knew very well of the profession of my friends, but she never opposed it.

“Come on Dar'Quira! Last to get a dagger is a kitten!” M'errunz joyful voice penetrated the girls thoughts, and she bounced of the pavement, her eyes alert. The boy laughed briefly, then set of at a run along the road with the girl at his heels.

They stopped after a while behind a low wall, peering over it to the merchants square where many wagons and stands stood, loaded to the brim with goods. They looked at each other again, and Dar'Quira gave him a dazzling smile, allowing her a head start.

Her silent steps carried her quickly to the edge of the square and the vicinity of a wagon containing weapons and armor. Throwing a last look around her to make sure she wasn't seen, she crouched down by the wagon. It's owner stood many feet away, talking to another merchant about the recent taxes.

Dar'Quira threw a quick glance back at the boy whom were now sneaking towards another merchant. She allowed a smile to escape from her lips as she reached into the wagon, folding her slim hand around a small and thin bundle. Upon uncovering the cloth she was able to confirm that it was a dagger and she spent a moment to marvel over it's beauty. It was made of white or transparent glass, and several sapphires decorated the handle.

Quickly wrapping the dagger into the bundle again, the girl eased her body away from the wagon and walked as casually as possible through the square.

“Thieves! Catch them!” She spun on her heels when someone called out behind her. In the next moment M'errunz had her hand in his and they were running down the street away from the square. Though the merchants were stronger that the children, it did not take long for the young thieves to escape them. Once they had, they sat down by a palm tree to show each other what they'd found, and to laugh about how easy it had been to get away.

Unintentionally my hand reached to my belt and wrapped around the hilt of the dagger sitting there. I smiled slightly of the folly that had occupied me then, and looked at the white and blue blade, casually noting the inscription. “Frostclaw” it said, and I must say the name truly fits it though it's not enchanted.

I put the blade aside, hidden in one of my boots that I've placed by the fire, and close my eyes. Untroubled sleep is all I would ask for if given one wish, but alas it's not possible.

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Dark clouds held the sky in their grasp when I left the site of my camp, pictures from the nights dream were still vivid in my mind. I had the hood up to cover my head, for my senses told me the rain was not far away. My steps continued for no other reason than my own ambitions, and my thoughts flew elsewhere, far away from the ground I threaded for so long.

My face ached from the earlier days, sending me the impulse to pay it back, but I can not fight so many on my own. No, I should have my revenge in another way, I would not give that scum the honour of falling to my bow. Not even to be mutilated by my bow, though that might have been preferable.

I stayed away from the roads as much as I could when the rain began and turned most of them to mud and slippery stones. I knew they'd do nothing but prevent my passing. As such, the day didn't present much trouble, and I passed the road to Cheydinhall when the evening was just falling upon the land. I made my camp beneath some high trees where bushes hid my presence.

This post has been edited by saqin: Jul 2 2011, 07:55 AM