A Short Story By Kiln The Wanderer, First Fan Fiction...be gentle... Options

[Kiln]

This is my first Fan fiction and if anyone likes it I will add to it as time passes.


In all my adventures around Morrowind I never felt so sad as when I found a body in an ancestral tomb journal in hand. As I look at the door upon entering it was obvious that this door could only be opened from the outside and this poor adventurer had been trapped inside. I picked up the journal and read the last entry to understand what exactly had happened to this adventurer.

"I write to you for possibly the final time as I carve my final Epitaph in this wall and write my final journal entry. To know me entirely would take a lifetime. I'm not well known even in my end and likely will never be recognized for all of the great deeds I have done the great island of Morrowind. Many have never heard my name or of my accomplishments and likely never will. My greed and lust for money has led me to my end and left my task unfulfilled. In this journal I have kept entries of my accomplishments in their entirity."

I sat down gently laying my sword beside me and flipped to the front of the journal to read how he had gotten here and what had happened to him and this is what it said,

"Today I awoke from my sleep to a strange dream. The dream was not bad but I have forgotten most of it but one thing I can remember was the soft voice of a woman. You have been chosen, fear not for I am watchful." Probably a side effect of the awful drink I had been given by the guards. Oh yes I've yet to explain that I am on an Imperial prison ship. The reason is unknown to me for I have suffered a loss of almost all of my memory previous to my time on the ship. I was not the only prisoner on the ship though, there was also a strange man with pale blue skin named Jiub. His voice was deep and piercing though he was always nice and friendly. I feel sick as the boat sways in the water, it is clear that we have run into a storm on our way to our destination."

As I read the first entry in the man's journal I felt sorry for him already. He had no clue about his past. That is a horrible way to live. I knew this wasn't a safe place to continue reading so I took the journal but left all of his personal belongings on his body. I wasn't one to rob from the dead...well I was robbing an ancestral tomb so I guess that's a lie, but I still don't want to rob this particular man. I had a recall spell set to the Eight Plates in Balmora so with a movement of my hands and whispering the correct words I was lifted into darkness and appeared in the Pub.

[Kiln]

Thanks everyone. I wanted everyone to feel connected between both characters. I want people to get to know both of them and kind of take their minds off of the fact that Tiren has already died.
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Kiln awoke late in the evening and got together all of his belongings, ready to take a trip to Seyda Neen. He walked out the door and into the streets of Balmora bound for the Silt Strider. He asked the Strider's master about the ride and payed the fee.

He wasn't even close to being rich and even the Silt Strider fee nearly took all of his money, he hadn't ever really had much money, just enough to get him by in life. The ride was long as the huge insect walked to it's destination at the Silt Strider port in Seyda Neen.

He climbed off of the creature and thanked it's master, and looked around at the swampy landscape surrounding him. It was low class and small just how he liked things. The place that caught his attention most was the lighthouse on the edge of town. It seemed the perfect place to sit down and read more of the journal.

So he walked toward the lighthouse slowly, admiring the bright and seemingly innocent surroundings. He walked up the wooden stairway and deck to the lighthouse but stopped right outside the door and sat, letting his feet hang off the side of the deck. After settling in he once again opened the journal to read.

"I walked into the next building to give the captain my papers. But before I left he said something about orders and gave me some papers. I almost immediately went to the lighthouse where I found out what the villagers called a mudcrab exactly looks like. It came toward me trying to catch my leg with his crushing pincers. Someone warned me about the crabs and a few other animals. But when Cliff racers were mentioned, the man got a disgusted look on his face. I wondered why. But I would soon find out why."

He stopped reading for a while to go to the local shop and buy himself something to eat.
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By the way, I really hate cliff racers.