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Stellius sat at his desk, shuffling papers. It was dark outside, but that didn’t bother him. Night was when he thrived; all the idiots had gone home, leaving only Stellius and his quill pen. His tiny corner office was lit only by a few candles and one large, shining, silver candlestick, a family heirloom. In case of any intruder, Stellius kept a shortsword in his desk and some potions in his cloak. Stellius was writing a declaration for the arrest and public execution of an infamous criminal, Rolten Detar, better known as “Rotten Rolten the Dunmer”. He had been a petty criminal, dabbling in various robberies, smuggling and hate crimes against Imperials, but had recently been rumored to have been involved in a number of brutal murders, all around Vvardenfell.


As Stellius scratched out the last line, he heard a noise. Stellius had worked at night for many years, but for some reason, this noise sent a chill straight up his spine, giving him Goosebumps. If the intruder was in the room, Stellius did not want to alarm him, thus sending him into frenzy. Instead, he sat very calmly and reached into his desk, pulling out the sword. Before Stellius could draw his sword, four crossbow bolts pierced his chest, arm and leg. He fell forward onto his desk, smudging the declaration.

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[quote=burntsierra][quote=minque]Wow.....great, really good stuff..".Please Sir Can I have some More?"

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Exactly. You know, when I first read some of your early stories, I really enjoyed them, and though you had a lot of talent. What I hadn't expected, if I'm honest, is how much your writing would improve, in such a short period of time. You've gone from being a writer with a lot of potential, to just an excellent writer. Much more depth, stronger characters, plots, details. Hey, you've got the whole package now, so keep these coming. Really well done mate [/quote]

Glad everyone likes it so much. I regret to inform you that I'm not sure the way this will go, so it might wrap up soon, or go on for another chapter.


I'll decide soon, but here is an update:

Imperial Commander Oriok Logr-Bogug was standing on the deck of a flagship of a fleet of ships, sailing for the port of Hla Oad. His ship was aptly named The Spillblood, aptly named because blood had spilled on the deck many times. He had been relaxing in his vacation home in the ashlands region, when he had been rudely pushed out of the bed he was sharing with his mistress.

He had gotten the order to summon sixty men, three ships and sail to Hla Oad. Thinking this was just a simple board-kill-sink mission, he had prepared his men with axes, bows, arrows and potions. When they pulled into the dock, the first think Oriok saw was a ship with no one on deck, and a crowd of people, chattering and pointing at the ship.

Thinking it was some crazed wizard threatening to destroy all of Vvardenfell (he had one of these at least twice a month), he had called his men to attention and gotten them ready to board. As he was sending messages to the captains of the other ships to attack, an Imperial Officer was trying to get his attention from the shore. “Oriok, it’s me Leitiaus!” Oriok nodded and pulled the ship in close enough for Leitiaus to get on board. “What have we got here, Leitiaus? Wizard? Hostage situation? Houseboat taken over by rats and scamps?” Leitiaus climbed on board and said “Nothing so easy. An Imperial officer taken hostage by a skooma-crazed, corrupt, contract-killing Magistrate.” Oriok looked stunned for a moment, but then said “Who’s the officer?” “Sellius Risidiaus.” Oriok nodded and said “How do you want to approach this?”


Rufinius sat on his bed, smoking a Skooma pipe and gazing at Sellius, who was under a sleep spell, and had Stilious holding a dagger to his neck. If the Legion stormed the ship, they would lose an officer. Rufinius still hadn’t paid the Dark Brotherhood, and knew they would becoming soon. They did not like not getting paid, espically for four murders. Rufinius had given them the mandatory half up front, but that wouldn’t make a difference. Rufinius actually took comfort in knowing that the Legion was standing outside his ship, and surrounding them from all sides with ships. Though, knowing the Brotherhood, they would probably come up with something ingenious to get him anyway. Stilious was sweating, and his eyes were darting back and forth constantly, as if watching for unseen intruders. Perhaps it was the skooma, or maybe he had just gone completely insane, but Rufinius was perfectly calm. As it stood, he was grossly outnumbered, and outgunned. But, he had an officer, and that made all the difference. If he went down, so did Sellius.


Salion Raythen was sitting on a stool in a small shack in Hla Oad. Salion and his ‘comrades’ had taken care of the previous occupants, and artfully disposed of the bodies. They had traveled light, only their signature body armor and a few light weapons. They had come to eliminate the magistrate, and any witnesses. Body count meant nothing to Salion, though this was to be expected from a man who killed for a living. A member of his team had told him that the Legion was outside the mark’s ship, and that a crowd was gathering and watching. Salion was indifferent to this. He would kill every person there if it meant getting the mark. They had been watching the situation carefully, and realized the only problem was the shallow waters by the dock. Normally, they would sneak in and come up through the bottom of the ship, chameleon spells cast. But clearly, that was not an option. Salion had composed a new plan: Sneak aboard with chameleon spells cast, sneak in through the hold, get the job done, and cast out of there.


Leitiaus had told Oriok of his plan, and the Orc agreed. Leitiaus would go in, no weapons or armor and negotiate with Rufinius. Meanwhile, Oriok would send some of his stealth men in and eliminate or restrain Rufinius. Leitiaus took off his muddied armor, set down his bloodied sword, and boarded the ship.


Rufinius was inhaling a puff of sweet skooma smoke, and thinking about his situation, when he heard a thump and then footsteps. Stilious tightened his grip on the dagger, and Rufinius pulled out a crossbow and bolt, setting down the skooma pipe. He looked towards the stairs, and saw a pair of shoes descending them. “Who goes there? We have the guard; and he has a dagger to his neck!” The footsteps stopped, and a soft voice descended the stairs “It is I, Leitiaus. I am unarmored, and am carrying no weapons. Trust me, Rufinius.” Not loosening his grip on the crossbow, he replied “Come down now, and come slowly.”