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[Zelda_Zealot]

Well I bot bored and started a new FF (And will work on it if people like it), dont worry though I will still work on my other, I am just too lazy to get the info I need *Hint hint*. So on with what I have so far!

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My name is Clangor, I am a Bosmer. Though I am not your run of the mill Bosmer, no I am quite different. For one thing I am very adept with medium armors, and I love my Long Swords. Maybe you would like to here more about me. Well I have shocking white hair, which I hear matches my eyes, or so the girls say. Many women say I am handsome, I don’t know for sure, it could just be flattery.

I grew up in my native land of Valenwood; I spent all my free time outside, usually in the trees. Like most of my race I am shorter then most others, but I am actually tall for a Bosmer, just shorter then an Imperial. Unlike most of my race I am also more suited to fighting close up, then the other Bosmer. Don’t get me wrong, I am very good with a bow, in fact I won multiple Archery contests in my youth.

Another thing that sets me apart from the other Bosmer it that fact that I have absolutely no since of direction. I would get lost many times a day in my youth, until I memorized the woods. I as so have far greater hearing then normal, the gods way of balancing me out? Who knows.

I sit here at my desk in my manor, which is in Mournhold. I only use this manor as a resting place when on business trips at the city.
I prefer my small house in the woods of Cyrodill, though not as great as Valenwood, it is the best I can have. You might wonder why someone of my standards would want to live in a forest, well I never really got used to the exile. I still here that voice in my dreams…

“Clangor of Valenwood. You are hereby sentenced to one year of manual labor in the Ebony mines of Morrowind, with the charges of, the smuggling of illegal narcotics, assaulting an officer of the Imperial army, resisting arrest, and disturbing the peace.”

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Well if anyone likes it I will do more work on it, so please comment. (You can acually make this Bosmer with a few mods.)

P.S. If anyone has a good name then please tell me.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Wow, I am really lazy... Well here is a new chapter for you all. Enjoy.

The Journey of Clangor

Chapter Four: Seyda Neen’s odd job man


Walking into the trade house I started to wonder just how much wealth there was to make on Vvardenfell. Not much I would bet, after seeing Seyda Neen, but it would have to be enough. Not having much money for spending I ignored everything in the first room, but instead walked up a set of stairs leading to a small bar.

Having a seat at the bar I asked the Redguard bartender about any “odd jobs” I might be able to do.

“I heard that Arrille needed someone to make a list of his inventory, he would pay very well too.” Phew, not cleaning.

“Really? I must have a chat with him soon, could you point him out to me?” So long as it’s not that one Wood Elf…

“He is the store owner, Altmer, down stairs and behind the desk, can’t miss him.” Well I already did once.

I walked down the stairs to this “Arrille” and talked to him about the small job he had to offer. Thankfully if was as simple as I thought it would be, come here tonight after all the customers left and write down how many of any given item he has for sale. Sounds easy right? Wrong, by the time I finished one bookcase full of junk Arrille came up to me with a basket of various herbs and such. Now as good as I am at Alchemy I hate going through all the different ingredients just to find the one away from the rest and right next to the lamp.

I barely got finished in time for the trade house to open, not even listening to the Altmer I tried to keep my eyes open while Arrille led me up to a free bed, telling me about the good job I did and how I could us one of the rentable beds free of charge. “Yeah right” I barely managed the think to my self, “He will just pay me less later on”.

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It was near six in the evening when I woke up the next day, after attempting to get my armor back (Quite unsuccessfully I might add) several times I gave up and walked down the stairs wearing only a pair of pants. Arrille caught up with me as I passed the counter and handed me a small and rather heavy bag which clinked when I grabbed it, making me think there was gold in it.

“For all of your troubles last night.” He whispered into my ear. I think “troubles” is a bit of an understatement.

“Thank you.” I replied with a short bow. Gods I hate bowing to an Altmer…

I quickly walked out the open door of the trade shop as though running was illegal and a crazy Nord was after me, I now know there was a crazy Nord after me, and his name is Hiskar.

I had barely gone twenty feet from the open doorway of the shop when I heard the sound of a rather large man running at top speed toward a certain Bosmer named Clangor. Needless to say I was twitchy and had my bow out and an arrow halfway notched before seeing the unarmed Nord before me.

“Hey! New guy!” Keep it down please! I am not much of a morning person.

“What did you just call me?” Well I know what the word means…

“Never mind that, I need to know if that Wood Elf got to you.” What are you talking about?

“Huh? What Wood Elf? What do you mean?” We are called Bosmer, get it right.

“The annoying one, Fargoth.” Oh him, go ahead and call him a Wood Elf.

“What about him?” Please say some horrible “accident” happened to him…

“Did he get all “buddy” “buddy” with you?” Please don’t remind me…

“He tried. Why?” Need a “accident” to happen?

“I need someone to find out where he keeps his “stash”.” You mean spying?

“Why exactly? Not in your “Yelling to someone across the island” voice please.

“He has not been paying his taxes, but that does not matter, can you do it?” Old Fargoth is a cheapskate huh?

“So long as you have the money to pay for it.” By money I mean actual gold, not “furs”.

The Nord proceeded to tell me every detail of his plan in his loud booming voice, giving me a headache by the time we were half way through. It was a simple plan, hide on top of the lighthouse around ten o’clock, watch Fargoth stash his money, jump down off the lighthouse (Hopefully without breaking something.), get the stuff in the stash, return the stash to Hiskar. Like I said, simple. To bad simple is not always better.



Well now I can start a new story tommarow in peace of mind knowing I have kept my promise.

This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Aug 28 2005, 05:31 AM