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 have had more time than I had anticipated because things didn't go as I had hoped today. So I have returned to writing my story.(Sorry for any spelling mistakes as I am very tired.)
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He thought for a moment and finally decided to look into what had happened to the tax collector. He asked around but it was clear that none of the citizens remembered him so he went to someone who would. And that someone was Socucious Ergalla, the young man at the Census office from the journal.

Kiln wasn't sure when exactly the journal was written and he wasn't even sure if the Census agent was still alive. So he entered the administration building and passed through what looked like a small dining room and down the hallway to his left he found the main office. Upon his arrival he saw the man who had been young but it had been some time now. The journal was obviously written years before present time.

Socucious was sitting in a chair beside the desk adding up the taxes. Kiln approached him and introduced himself. After a while of talk Kiln gradually eased in asking about the tax collector years ago. The old man stared off in bewilderment, it was quite clear that he had no memory of what had happened. Apparently age had taken it's toll on him.

Kiln asked him again what had happened to the tax collector hoping that he would remember and explained that he was wondering how the case was resolved. But alas, the old tax collector had little idea who Tiren had been so Kiln assumed that the investigation of the tax collector's murder had never come to it's completion. But he had yet to read the next few pages in the journal he was carrying...
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THE END.