The Goblin Lady Options

[Renee]

Hey. So in this thread I will writing up stories pertaining to TES IV: Oblivion. Because I keep thinking of more an more ideas that occur within this game. All of these stories will be rather short, two or three months apiece, I think, rather than years and years. And the very first one shall begin in the post below.

So far there are three story ideas I've come up with: a former scholar, a monk, and a guard. All of this isn't just to write stories, it's to (as usual) enhance my gaming. Make it more interesting.



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[Renee]

My sweet revenge
Will be yours
For the taking
It's in the making. baby
Aaaah!

Chapter XV: Ignytiq

Draynas "Ignytiq" Pertruchio spent the very last day of his life doing many of the things he usually did.

He rose from sleep roughly mid-morning. He powdered his face, and sprayed some cologne. He strolled from his illustriuos Arena District home, his tight pants going *scrawtch scrawtch* and his hundred-Septim shoes going *clop clop*. He bet on an arena match, lost 25 gold, and argued (once again) with Hundolin, the place's gate-keeper. All the Arena's fights were "fixed," he complained. Finally, he ate at Merchants Inn, all the while whining about the price of clothes and alchemy potions, which had risen so much over the course of four years.

After this, he was off to White Gold Tower, where he spent the next six hours at "work." Though he had claimed to be some sort of major political innard to his former supervisor, nothing could be further from the truth. He had said these things merely to intimidate her. But she wouldn't know of this. She would never know! ... Draynas "Ignytiq" Pertruchio had already received confirmation that his former supervisor had left the Imperial City in shame. Thanks to the Black Horse Courier, the entire city now knew her face, the entire city now knew her supposed crimes. Chances are, she'd never be back.

Draynas "Ignytiq" Pertruchio finished his day with a nip of Cyrodiilic brandy, congratulating himself for being one smart little cookie.

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Jayne "Goblin Lady" Goodfall spent the first real day of her new life doing none of the things she would ever have expected.

The strange Redguard who couldn't keep his name straight had been able to help her get back to good health. He escorted her to the Waterfront District, gave her some new clothes, gave her the key to the Marie Elena ("It's a galleon!") and told her she could stay as long as she'd like. He explained that the ship was his, but that he actually spent much more time in some secret, nearby location. Finally, he gave her some mandrake. Much needed, to cure her ailing, aching body.

But ... all of these things were to be hers IF she eventually joined his, ah, 'organization.' "We could use somebody like you," he told her. "I have read all about your past in that Courier article milady. You are some sort of goblin expert, or something, huh?" Winston ... Wilbur ... whatever his name was, said this while his eyes went wild with possibility. "So, does this mean you can actually talk to them?"

"Well, yes I can," Jayne answered with a tinge of concern.

"Oh yes, we can certainly use somebody with your, ah, skills."

It was when he finally revealed which 'organization' he was part of that Jayne firmly had to reply negatively. "Thieves Guild, eh?" There was no way she could see herself getting involved with any more criminals, even if the setting the Redguard promised was not to be forced upon her. After all those months in Morrowind, living as an unlawful vagabond was the last thing she wanted here in Cyrodiil.

Thankfully, the Redguard who could not keep his name straight seemed not to know of this other past of hers. "I accept your denial," he told Jayne, "but the door is always open. I want you to know this. The door is always open for you. You've got ... special skills."

She could still stay in the Marie Elena as long as she wanted, he explained. "There's plenty of room!" But Jayne Goodfall knew better.

After a day of rest (hidden safely within the Redguard's galleon) Jayne Goodfall decided she'd return to Fort Urasek. She was unsure of where else she could possibly go on Heartfire 8, Year 4 of the Fourth Era. Thanks to the goblins' acceptance back at Cracked Wood Cave, news traveled fast amongst the region's creatures. Because of this, the goblins of Urasek had already welcomed her several days before she'd arrived in the city.

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Later that evening

Once she was back at Urasek, she finally wailed. Cried uncontrollably, as green-skins gathered all around. After all she'd been through, Jayne's emotions finally burst. Though goblins did not have the capacity to cry, they certainly understood that water seeping from one's eyes meant things were not going so well.

"Chachoowel tschoo," Urasek's shaman asked. (Problem, you?)

Jayne Goodfall explained that yes, she certainly did have a problem. Then she told them all about it.

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It was in the dead of night, Heartfire 8, that Ignytiq the elf was jostled from sleep. For all his years, he'd been a bachelor. He'd had no children. And his maid? He'd fired her weeks ago. Because of all these facts, Ignytiq the elf immediately knew something was wrong as he got out of bed.

"Oh, it's YOU. What are YOU doing here, Jayne Goodfall? How did you get in?"

"Through the Imperial City Sewer System," the former researcher said with a candid grin. "Did you know that many homes right here in the city can be accessed straight to it? Not all homes, but some. The sewers were designed this way in case of attack, ironically. The idea being that if one's home were knowingly invaded, he or she could safely sneak into the cellar, unlock a trap door there, and be gone."

Ignytiq glared. "What are you saying, wench?"

"However, one unforseen sort of twist, unforseen by the city's creators, that is," Jayne continued. "Nobody could imagine that soon, the sewers themselves would become inhabited. Sure, their entrances were locked, but locks can be picked. Little do most know of the riffraff and monsters lurking right below their feet."

"You have no right to be in here, Jayne Goodfall, NONE!" The elf's face was all scrunched up with anger. "Now GET OUT of here, before I call the guards!"

"There have no need, Draynas," Jayne said sadly. "I really do wish things hadn't come to this. If only you could see, Draynas."

"Don't call me that, wench! I am Ignytiq!"

"'Tis no matter, Draynas. I shall take my leave now. And my advice. Do not follow me. Allow me to leave. Do not call the guards."

The elf was fuming, but took a moment of perspective. "Hmm. Probably one of your crafty new friends down on the Waterfront let you in." He smiled. "Oh yes, I know all about your little trip down to the Waterfront. Probably cavorting with the Gray Fox himself. Believe me, I have eyes and ears where you'd least expect."

Jayne tried to keep her face blank. Said nothing.

"I also know quite a few spells," the elf continued, perhaps trying to intimidate. "Spells which can get me out of trouble, just in case your snivelling lockpicker happens to wish to challenge me!"

"Stay here, Ignytiq," Jayne tried, her voice calm. "I shall go in peace, never to return to the Imperial City. I just wanted to see yer face, before I leave."

"We'll see about that! No. Now it's back to the prisons for you! I could incinerate you right here and now with my spells, but I'd rather see you suffer."

Jayne turned to go. Ignytiq followed. Down the stairs they went, into the parlor of his manor. It was here that Draynas "Ignytiq" Pertruchio met his demise. Twenty-six seconds, that's all it took for the multitude of goblins waiting for him down there, all of them recruited from Fort Urasek. The elf cried for mercy, great lumps being hacked by the green-skinned creatures. Little was he to know that Heartfire 8, Year 4 of the Fourth Era would be the last day he'd have the pleasure of powdering his face, spraying his cologne, or hearing his tight pants go *scrawtch scrawtch* as he strode around the city.

Jayne Goodfall made sure to keep a wide berth from the goblins as they tore him apart. Her friends could be unpredictable when angry, after all.

~The End~

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Doomed to fall into one of Kahreem's warm beds

Sobbing

Ignytiq's Demise (Video)

This post has been edited by Renee: Nov 9 2019, 10:39 PM