The Black Everest: Part I Options

[niceguy]

The Black Everest: Part I

Lessons Of Life

“Before you fight, find out what you're fighting for.”

This was a common thing said around the temple. The monks lived by this. When I was a child I always had a feeling that I was suppose to be fighting for some thing but what was I fighting for?. This quote has driven my life, to find a purpose
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My back was against the wall. The biggest mistake of my life. Gangsarr boxed me in, western style but when you pin someone to the wall; all you want to do (in order to win) is beat the living hell out of them. But I didn’t blame him. There were no rules in this fight. I tried to keep my guard up but I was getting weary. Left right left right. My arms were num now from the hits. I felt pain all over my body; it was as if I was being attacked by a pack of wolves on all sides. I was. I thought I was going to die, to be honest. Beat up to death in this arena…by my best friend too. What a great way to die. There was nothing to do at this point. I threw my body at him another stupid mistake, we rolled on the ground. “Ahhhh!”. I heard a popping noise, It was Gangsarr. He had dislocated his left arm.

We looked at each other, deep in the eyes. I expected to see a monster a beast that had ripped out of my friend’s insides and took control of him. Possess him. But when I saw his eyes…oh, his soft, cool eyes. I knew he was still there and he was scared. The crowd was cheering; the arena was filled with noise. The monks were off their feet and cheering for us. I smiled. I had to make my final hit count. The killing blow. I saw Gangsarr’s stance, it was the Cycle of Blood an old Redguard fighting style. Both my arms came up (symmetrically) to where I could see them, in front of my chest.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened both palms. A defensive position. The ancient Rain-of-Sand' fighting styles of Elsweyr. Before a battle, Nords yell their best battle cry, they were famous for it. And so was Gangsarr. I was scared as hell, the arena was quiet. “Ahhhhargghh!!!” He was charging at me. My palms were still open. He was running so fast. My feet dug into the wet ground. Here he comes… And then, and then I wasn’t sure what happened next, it was all a blur.

But I found myself looking up into the terrace, the sky was so beautiful. “Dane…” It was Gangsarr’s soft low voice but it sounded so weak so…lost. “Yes?” “You fight like hell brother”. I smiled. All of the long years we shared together in this temple, I never realized we were brothers. From the blood and the sweat. To the punches and kicks; and from the broken bones and bruises we exchanged. We became brothers. The giant Nord and the skinny Breton. Perfect. I could hear a raucous going about in the stands. The monks were leaving the arena. “Bravo, bravo” Master Zhul knelt before us. “A very good match indeed” He smiled. His face was filled with energy and excitement. I felt so defeated so exhausted Gangsarr felt the same way to I bet. “Master, I –“He placed a finger on his wrinkled lips ‘Ssshhhh” he whispered. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I felt an aura inside and around my body. It was healing me, easing the pain. Did I hit him?, did I hit him? It didn’t matter anymore, it was over. A draw.


Author's Note; Ok well I posted this at the ES forums and was really grateful with all the good coments there, so I'll give it a go and post it here aswell. Also my absence to make the first post of the story longer was because I was so excitied to get it started. I'll try to make them bigger in the future. Thanks

[niceguy]

Lessons of Life

When I still lived with my mother, I would always play with her. Oh I loved her so much but over the years she grew very sick. She was hard at work during the night mainly after my dad had died. So we hired a maid; a Kahjiit named Rhazzi. I would play with Rhazzi too; she was like an aunt with me. I loved both of them very much but when I had been transferred to the temple I had mixed feelings about my family. I had always wondered why, if they loved me so much why they would send me away. But over my adult years I knew why; it was because they loved me. My mother and Rhazzi wanted me to have a better life. But sometimes I think the better life would be with them.
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We patted the soft ground with our shovels. I looked at the grave; this grave marked every Monk’s life that was either killed or taking in prison from the demons. Sorrow filled my soul. “Come on Gangsarr, we better start going.” I memorized the letter Grand Master Onasi wrote for us. Reading it over and over again in my head and then I felt a sudden shock…

Shantay pulled back the string; the bow curving to the weight. Her two fingers slipped off the bow’s string and there was a soft twang. The arrow came heeding into one of the dark warrior’s head. “Master there’s too many of them, we must flee!” Shantay said. “No, we shall hold our ground we must save Grandmaster Onasi” The dark warriors were already overwhelming the feeble group of monks.

There was grim in the eyes of Master Zhul. These dark warriors were slowly circling the monks; there faces hidden behind shades of dark cloth only there red evil eyes could be seen through the face mask. An evil that scared Shantay to her bones. “We will make a charge at the Grandmaster’s house; we cannot afford Master Onasi to be taken away. Zhul whispered to his students. But little did Master Zhul knew Master Onasi had already been taken through the portal.

“Charge my warriors, charge!”

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“Dane, Dane wake up” I felt someone shake my body and then my eyes cam back to reality. Gangsarr sighed in relief. “I thought I had lost you…your eyes…they looked so lost.”

“I think I’m ok brother.” I stood up and felt incredibly lightheaded; I stumbled into Gangsarr’s arms and doze off. “Dane, don’t worry me like this. “ He mumbled something else but I couldn’t hear him; I felt like I was in a hangover, did I have a vision? I wasn’t sure. “Hear drink this.” I felt a cool liquid trickle into my mouth. What ever it was it tasted really bitter. “Thanks brother.” And then I remembered the vision I had.

“Gangsarr I think I had a vision-“ I tried to say but Gangsarr interrupted me “Well, whatever it was you can tell me later. We better start going a storm is brewing up. Oh, while you were sleeping I packed for the both of us, here.” Gangsarr handed me a cloth bag in it were two pairs of shirts and pants, fresh undergarments, a sewing kit and loafs of bread. Gangsarr was leaning on the hilt of a silver Longsword.

“Oh, I found this too” He handed me a bow and a quiver that looked fairly familiar. “Shantay’s…” I whispered. “I found her bow and quiver near the temple garden; though you would like it.” Gangsarr implied. “Thanks Gangy.”

I flung the quiver over my shoulder; the arrows almost flew out of it. I tied the cloth bag around my waist and held Shantay’s bow in my hands. Gangsarr had two cloth bags that were full; he threw the strings around his head and the bags were now hanging from his neck. He sheathed the sword and placed the sheath inside his brown robes and started heading for the gate. I took one more look around the Temple, I took one more look around my home…
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Sorry for the looong delay.