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]

I just realized that I failed to mention what race Kiln was and describe him in the beginning. Kiln is a young Dark Elf adventurer with his hair pulled back and spiked, with blue ritualistic facepaint if that helps any with the visualization. I will add it into the beginning parts when I have time.
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Kiln rose from the hammock and walked through the door outside. He looked around, sunrise was somehow different here, it was peaceful and calming. There was a rather large tree near one of the houses in town and he sat down beside it to read for a while. He settled in and opened the little red journal to where he had left off and started reading.

"I was terribly bored today so I went walking on the shoreline near the Seyda Neen. I had walked only a short distance when I found the body of a man that I presumed was the tax collector that I heard had been missing for some time now. I took the gold and the tax report off his body to keep for myself but strangely I wanted to do the right thing so I ran back to town and told the man that runs the Census office."

Kiln thought for a moment about how he would've done things. He would've kept the gold and not tell anyone about finding his body. But that was how he was, he didn't care about Imperial business. His only concerns were about Morrowind, not the Empire.

" After hearing my story of finding the body he asked me for the gold but didn't care to see the tax report for some reason. He also asked me to look around and see if I can find out anything about the murder. I agreed to snoop around a bit to try and find out more about what might have happened to the man. But for now I'm off to eat and find a place to sleep."

Kiln knew how he'd felt. He had done the same thing the night before. Which struck him as odd. Why had he slept in an old shack rather than just go back to Balmora? He couldn't think of any good explanations for why he had stayed as long as he had. He wondered if Tiren had found out what had become of the tax collector as he stood, still undecided of what he would do next.