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'd like to start this part of the story by thanking everyone who has read my story and especially those who have posted what they think of it, feedback is always welcomed. BTW does anyone know how to perfectly spell that fort guy, Larrius Varro's name? I can't remember and I want this to be accurate.
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Kiln awoke easily the next morning to the roll call, he was getting the hang of the schedule and it came quite easily to him. Breakfast had been putrid the first day he had arrived but now it wasn't half bad to him.

After breakfast the guards opened his cell and led him downstairs into the living quarters of the fort to speak to the warden. When the warden saw him enter he extended his hand and shook with Kiln. The man was nice and polite, he introduced himself as Larrius Varro.

The man said he wanted to speak with him about doing a little deed for him and Kiln agreed to listen.

"In the fight yesterday I saw that you had a decent skill with the blade...I might could use your help. I'd like to make an agreement with you for our mutual benefit if you would be willing to listen." Larrius explained

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" Kiln asked

Larrius explained it as if it were a story it started with a noble lawman who wanted to stop a bad criminal ring but very powerful people protected their organization from the law.

This caused a problem for the lawman and it was not in his power to stop them so sometimes laws must be bent to keep the peace. With every detail it seemed as if Larrius grew more and more insane.

Kiln kept listening even though he was becoming more and more weary of the man. The man explained that the lawman in the story said a little prayer and wished a little bloodbath would happen to cleanse away the bad people. Then he added that the one to answer his prayers was Kiln.

Kiln was officially creeped out, but he continued to listen to the ramblings of the corrupt Imperial.

The Imperial wanted Kiln to help cleanse the bad people from balmora, these people were of the Commona Tong and were causing problems in town.

He informed Kiln that if something were to happen to the bad people in Balmora then he would see to it that Kiln made an unnoticed escape from the prison, Larrius also told him that he will inform the public that they were mistaken in arresting him so he could go about his life without any problems with the law.

Kiln was told to find out who the bad people were and kill them. Kiln told him he would need some time to think it over and he was returned to his cell.

He didn't like the idea of killing people just because an Imperial guard said so but he didn't know what might happen if he refused. Trying to take his mind off of the events he sat in the corner and opened the journal.
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This post is huge so I'll add the journal entry and more on a different one.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Jul 21 2005, 12:56 AM