Jihl of Hart Options

[Heather V]

Hello

I'm Heather V and this is pretty new for me. I'm an avid user of the Bethsoft forums under a different names and loved all the FanFics that were posted on there. But when I decided to post my own, following some pretty handy advice I was led here, and I'm glad I was!

This first part is somewhat a data dump, but to me it is just the perfect way to introduce my character and show a taste of what she is like. I hope you enjoy it Hehe

INTRODUCTION

My name is Jihl. Some know me as Electra, others know me as the Shadow, but my name is Jihl.

I’m in prison. Cool, huh? NO. It’s not. It’s rancid, putrid, infested and lots of other negative words ending with ‘D’. It’s vile and disgusting, but this is home now.

How did I get here I hear you ask? Maybe you didn’t ask, but I’m going to tell you anyway.

I used to be a member of an elite group of rebel fighters called the Hart Resistance. What did we do? We fought the fights that nobody else would. It’s that simple.

There was this one fight, though, and it was bad. Very bad. People died, and the wrong people lived.

All because of a necromancer named Nerastarel.

She was bad. Well, at first she was bad. She used to just do little things like raise the odd skeleton every now and then, but then her power grew too great. She got a taste for it. Soon enough she wasn’t just ‘Bad’. What she was didn’t even have a name.

It’s funny isn’t it? Someone who you once loved like a sister can change just like that. The feeling you once had can vanish. I have no idea how that can happen. It just does.

So yeah, I’m stuck in this cell in what I can only assume is the Imperial City and it is NOT fun.

I don’t know if I’ll even get out.

Although I do know one thing; should I get out Nerastarel will pay.

That I’m deadly sure of.

This post has been edited by Heather V: Aug 31 2012, 09:14 PM

[Heather V]

Oooh! Thank you all so much for your kind responses! I'm so happy that you all enjoy what you have read so far, you're all so nice! Colonel Mustard your comment made my day Hehe

2. Stay or go?

The Dunmer looked at me, "They're coming for you." He said in a sly, sinister way.

I ignored him, watching as three soldiers approached my cell. Behind them was an elderly man. He was dressed in royal looking clothes, a large pendant rested around his neck.

The one female of the three guards, an imperial, approached my door, looked at me then at her comrades.

"What is this Bosmer doing in this cell?"

"'This Bosmer' has a name." I replied. The soldier glared at me. I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, habit."

"There must have been a mix up at the watch..." said one of the two male soldiers. Also an imperial I assumed.

The female imperial looked at me, "How long have you been here for?"

"About four months. Maybe five."

"In this particular cell?"

"No, I got transferred here about two months ago."

"So you haven’t been here for five months?"

"Well, no-"

"Be quiet, then."

I scoffed in shock and how disrespectful of me she was. At that point I would have loved to connect my fist to her smug, little face.

"Prisoner," Said the final soldier, a male Redguard. "Over to the window. Now."

I looked at him then put my hands on my hips. "You gunna say please or what?"

He glared at me. I glared at him. We glared for a long time.

Eventually, though, I gave in. "Fine." I walked over to the window and waited. The soldiers opened my cell door and entered my cell. The female soldier walked over toward me and looked at the large archway embedded inside the wall. I watched intrigued as she felt her way around the surrounding stone wall.

"Here." She said, pushing a loose stone in the wall. Suddenly the archway wall began to open slowly, revealing a dark, hidden passage of some kind.

"What?" I whispered to myself. Two months in this cell and I had no idea that was there.

The soldiers started to walk through the passageway, the Redguard telling me to wait where I was. The old man started to follow them, but stopped once he saw my face.

"Wait," The old man said, looking at me. "I know you..."

I worried that he recognised my face because of my work with the resistance. If this man was part of the Imperial Army and he knew who I was I was done for.

"I've seen you in my dreams..." The old man continued.

I smiled awkwardly, "You're not hitting on me, are you?"

There was a silence, but the old man laughed. I laughed in return, although I had no idea why.

"I have the feeling you do not know who I am?" He said. Of course I didn't. I shook my head and then he told me. "I am your emperor, Uriel Septim."

The emperor in the flesh? It was awesome at the time. Being part of the resistance meant we had to live in hiding a lot of the time so I'd never had a chance to even see the emperor. Despite the fact that our main mission was to take down the corrupt aspects of the council, the emperor seemed like an exception. He seemed nice; albeit a bit creepy.

"You mentioned a dream?" I reminded him.

"All in good time." He said. He began to walk toward the secret passage way and his guards, now obviously the famous 'Blades', protectors of the emperor, followed him.

I remained stood immobile, not sure what to do now. I thought about maybe leaving it a few hours before using the same door to escape, or just maybe closing the door and carrying out my sentence in peace.

My decision was made for me and the Redguard Blade came back to where I was.

"The emperor insists that you come with us," A beat, followed by a cold stare, "As much as I hate it; that is NOT a request. Come on."

The Redguard doubled back to the others as I stood looking at the passageway. I smiled as maybe freedom was sooner than I thought, and it was even better now that I had the emperor’s permission to leave.

I looked at the Dunmer in the cell opposite. He had a look of utter hatred spread across his face. I smiled slyly, "Sorry Mister, looks like you're going to have to find someone else to torment with your pathetic dribble."

I performed a rude finger gesture at the Dunmer then slowly headed through the passageway, softly jogging to catch up with the others.