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]

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Kiln arrived at the Silt Strider port in Balmora, and continued onward to Eight Plates. Once he had arrived there he rented the room and took off his armor and heavy belongings, lying them in the floor. He then walked back upstairs and ordered three huge mugs of Mazte. The taste was horrible but the effect was as desired.

He wanted to forget about all the strange coincidences had occurred. Why had he slept in the shack in which Tiren had killed Gilnith? What had happened in the bandit cave? He had no clue why he was subconsciously visiting all the places Tiren had been. The only thing he knew was he was about to get drunk, very drunk.

After downing the mugs he continued to drink. He talked with the bar's patrons about what had happened. He usually tried to remain without emotion as he had been taught by his father but the recent events and mugs of ale his emotion came out. He sat laughing and joking with the other two regulars and suddenly the happiness left him and was replaced by emptyness. He sat with the other drunks telling them about the journal and they acted as if they understood.

Kiln was glad to tell someone else about the journal even if he knew they really had no idea what he was talking about and didn't really care for that matter.

Nevertheless his emotions were uncontrollable and he fluctuated between happiness and slowly it faded into depression. He stumbled to the door tripping over himself all the while but he remained on his feet. He opened the door and stepped around the corner, removing all of the booze from his body with a few heaves and went back into the inn.

As he had hoped, he couldn't remember what he'd tried to forget and he returned to the table. After a few minutes of listening to the other drunks, he passed out and dreams came to him. In his dreams he saw his father, his voice was deep and slow but at the same time comforting. His father told him to follow his feet and they would lead him to what he had been looking for.

But his father walked away before his eyes. Kiln tried to run after him and keep up but though he ran as fast as he could he did not move. In despair he fell to the ground and yelled at the top of his voice.

Dulnea was yelling at him to wake up and violently shaking him. A cold sweat covered his entire body as he laid on the stone floor. He slowly returned to consciousness, still shaking and afraid.
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And that my friends is the effect of too much Mazte.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Jul 15 2005, 01:16 AM