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]

Warning: This one is long...
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Kiln ate as if he would never eat again and the guards even gave him a second plate of the horrible food which he was starting to get used to. The taste is bad but it's the smell that gets ya, that's what all the guards said but of course they didn't eat the prison food.

It was time for the afternoon exercise now and time for the big fight. Kiln was led ahead of the other prisoners into the courtyard. There was a huge ring of rocks in the middle of the courtyard and he was forced into it.

Guards gathered as their representative walked into the ring and the prisoners cheered on Kiln and said their goodbyes, it was clear that the prisoners believed he would die but he was not discouraged. One man stood out away from the others on neither side of the ring but he stood in the middle.

He was the officer that gave people their tasks. He began announcing to the others, yelling over the crowd,

"This is to be a fight to the death by honorable challenge from our fellow officer Precinius to the imprisoned thief Kiln. Kiln has accepted his challenge." The man said

Kiln gulped in a full breathful of air, the guard was no doubt intimidating to him but the fight would have to happen regardless.

"Present the men with their weapons! Remember the rules, fighters do not exit the ring and prisoners so not enter the ring! Anyone who chooses to violate these rules will be put to death."

How had fights like this gone unnoticed by the ranks that were not corrupt...maybe there were none as nearly the entire garrison had showed up, excluding the high ranking and honorable officers which apparently were few.

A man brought Kiln his sword and a suit of armor much like that of the other guard's armor. At least this fight was to be fair. Kiln suited up as his opponent got ready.

Kiln stretched out his arm and the guard took his hand and shook it.

"Begin!" The warden yelled

Kiln had not yet removed his hand from that of the other contender, and the man's face changed to a horrid grin. He twisted Kiln's arm with such force it took him to his knees and he spat in his face.

Kiln was so surprised he didn't know how to react. The guard lifted his arms in the air absorbing all of the attention whilst Kiln got back to his feet. The shield he had been given was a great advantage for him, he was quite good with shields of it's size.

Pricinius swung his blade but Kiln lifted his shield and let it flow with the blade throwing his opponent off balance. Taking advantage of the opening Kiln jabbed his blade for his side but the armor was too strong there and the blade slid off.

Pricinius laughed and came at him a second time, swinging and missing. The prisoners laughed at him as he continued to swing at Kiln, his blows were connecting but they were connecting with the shield.

Kiln looked for weakspots in his armor concluding that he would have to strike for the chain parts of the armor where very little was exposed. Percinius swung for Kiln's head but he ducked it and sliced for his leg, barely missing his mark.

The two continued to circle each other in the ring for some time, Percinius realised that he had underestimated Kiln and if he started paying more attention. He jabbed at Kiln but he moved with the blade as he had practiced and once again Percinius stumbled forward.

This time Kiln drew his elbows and hit him in the back with full force, knocking him to the ground. Kiln drew back to land the finishing blow as Percinius arose with a handfull of fresh dirt throwing it into Kiln's eyes.

Percinius swung at Kiln again but he missed and cut in half a torch sticking up from the ground.

Kiln stumbled and felt something hit him in the back knocking him down. The man took his sword and kicked it to the side. Kiln sat on his knees awaiting the final blow.

Percinius smiled a dark smile as he drew back and brought the sword down towards Kiln. Kiln rolled to the side and grabbed the cut torch and stabbed him with the cut part, the diagonal cut had made it the perfect weapon. Kiln rushed towards the guard and jabbed the stake under his arm, bringing him completely to the ground.

Kiln turned away, he couldn't kill him even after what had happened. He heard footsteps behind him, Percinius was making one final move. The sword swung to the left and Kiln moved right, stabbing him once again with the stake and like that, it was over.

The guard was dead and the guards rushed all the prisoners back to their cells. Kiln lied down on the bedroll tired and sweaty. One of the guards congratulated him and told him that the warden requested a meeting with him tomorrow.

Kiln was relieved but killing the man had taken it's toll on him and he did not sleep well.
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I'd like to find out whether people though the fight scene was too long or what...I don't do them often and I'm not sure how good it was.