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]

He sat up and looked around. The two men were staring at him but as soon as they realized he was waking up they went back to laughing and joking. Dulnea helped him downstairs to the room and put him to bed.

The next morning he sat up from the bed, though he regretted it afterwards. In just a moment after sitting up he laid back down on the bed and decided it would be best not to move. He couldn't remember what had happened the night before but what he did know was that a severely painful headache and nausea kept him from wanting to do anything. Though he wanted to sleep it was very obvious that it was impossible with such a bad hangover.

He rose from the bed very slowly and put his feet on the floor. Standing and remaining standing was a challenge of it's own. He stood and slowly walked upstairs, each step caused a sharp pain in his head. It was pointless to ask what had happened because he already knew he had drank too much the night before.

After nearly half of the day he strangely wanted to read the journal once again. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the journal.

"I thought I would feel bad after taking the life of another person but strangely I don't. I feel a little bad about what happened but is killing a murderer all that bad? Were my actions justified? I was given permission to kill him by the head of the census office, but how was it any different than when Gilnith killed the tax collector? Well at least I've finally found something I'm good at."

The last line disturbed Kiln but he understood that he had killed Gilnith in self defense and Gilnith's death was warranted. But Tiren was probably excited to find that he had a good skill even if it was killing. Kiln continued reading the journal.

"I reported to Socucious and he paid me quite a large sum of money for the resolve of the murder. I went to the tradehouse to look around for something to spend my earnings on but there was nothing too interesting there. Though I did hear rumor of a bandit cave at the edge of town. I'll have to check into that."

Kiln expected that Tiren had killed the bandits at the cave. He had been drawn there just as he had been drawn to Foryn Gilnith's little shack. Kiln still thought it strange that he had followed Tiren's path inadvertantly but tried to convince himself that it was a mere coincidence.

He quit reading the journal, his head still pounded and he could read no more so he ordered a drink, he ordered water this time.