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]

Felisas' POV

We camped by the road the night after “cleaning” the lake Arrius caverns, just after we had left the argonian with an caravan. We did not have time to be his babysitter, why did we even bother showing him the way to the road? We could have been so much closer to Bruma if we hadn't. It's really annoying how noble the man is at times.

We did not speak much that evening, eating our rations and then going to sleep. There was longing in Gasheeras' eyes, and he'd look into the trees every now and then as if though waiting for someone. It was the first time I guessed at Gasheeras' feelings for the girl.

When the morning came again, Gasheera prolonged our departure and I yelled at him to speed up. If those who wanted the empire to crumble knew that we were alive, it wouldn't take long for them to go after us, and I had no interest in being attacked any time soon.

So we set of at a trot through the forest, wary of the shadows around us. We kept a fast pace all day, eating and drinking on horseback, only ever stopping to kill whatever creatures whom set upon us.

Before nightfall we'd reached the snowy slopes upon which Bruma, and beyond that Cloud Ruler Top, rested. We set up camp in a small clearing and ate in silence, then when the morning dawned, we were of again.

At noon we approached the gates of Bruma, and I halted Shadowmere, looking over at Gasheera.

“So, how are we going to do this?” I asked him.

“Well Martin, the emperors son, would probably like to see that book you found.”Gasheera patted the gelding on the neck as he spoke, and Shadowmere snorted.

“He'd obviously want to see it. What I was talking about is whether I should come with you or not. I doubt the blades would look kindly to having an assassin amongst them.” I said after rolling my eyes.

“Right. Uhm, I think it might be best if you came. Then they'll know that you're with me and won't be surprised if you ever have to show yourself. Mightn't need to show them your face unless it's necessary though.”

“Alright, lead the way.” I said, and Gasheera spurred the paint horse to a trot. I could feel the impatience in Shadowmeres' body when we followed. She wanted to run, but nevertheless she obeyed my command to stay behind the gelding.

Gasheera took the road to the right of Bruma and the Wildeye stables. It was a small road, and the cobblestones had been placed unevenly. Shadowmere threaded lightly across them, her hoofs kicking up snow with every step.

The path took us around the walls of Bruma, and then turned towards a hill on which a castle stood. As we closed on the serpentine road I took a wolf fur cloak from one of my saddlebags and hung it over my shoulders, pulling the hood up to hide my features before I urged Shadowmere to trot up besides Gasheera. Though she did not like it she obeyed and Gasheeras' eyes turned to meet mine.

“I damn well hope you know what you're doing.” My voice gruff, we then approached the castle. It only took a moment before the gate opened to reveal a long stone stair. The gelding did not hesitate before he stepped upon the stone, and Shadowmere lingered only a moment. We rode in silence up the winding road, and I could feel eyes studying us from the surrounding walls. And so we enter the nest of the hawk, I thought when the gate closed behind us, cutting of the exit.