Morrowfall, a peice in my spare time... Options

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Morrowfall Ch.1

I had done it. I had finally beaten it. Morrowind, the game that had occupied all my time for the past three months. Not particularly good, for my health or my college grades, but tonight was what it had all lead up to, I had beaten the game, United the houses, learned the truth about the temple, and defeated Dagoth Ur. Call me a geek, but I intended to celebrate.
And celebrate I did. I depleted my horde of liquor, including the Schmirnoff I had been saving for my birthday. I was good at saving things, but not at holding my liquor. These two things collided to spell my doom that night. The last thing I remember is my roommates coming back from the restaurant, me yelling at them for breathing too loud, and them falling off the loft’s edge, bottle of half-empty Captain Morgan’s still in hand.

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Chapter 16

I pulled the sword from the mer's throat. His warm blood slid down the blade and onto my hand as the lifeless corpse kneeled, then slowly, ever so slowly, fell to the ground. I could hear all three of my swords fall to the ground, but I don't ever remember releasing them. I had killed a man. He might have had friends, family, parents, a wife. I snuffed him out of existence like I would a candle, although none had the means to relight this flame. His glazed, sightless eyes stared at me in shock and reproach. I had killed him.

And I had liked it.

The adrenaline coursing through me, the thrill of the battle, the feeling of invincibility as the cold steel slid into his throat like a knife into butter. There is nothing I can write that can describe that feeling. It was amazing, it was sensual, it was arousing.

And it was revolting. The joy of the kill quickly evolved to one of utter nausea and sickness. I turned to the side and emptied my stomach. Slightly relieved, I tore my gaze from the corpse and looked around me. I saw the Imperials around me and my opponent. They looked so tall, it took me a moment to realize that I was on my knees. Gravious and another, and Argonian, raised me up and half carried, half dragged me to stone on the edge of the courtyard and sat me down. In front of me I could see them stripping the bodies of the dunmer, just like we had planned.

As the cuirass of the dunmer nearest me came off, I saw a piece of jewelry come off his neck and fall near my feet. I picked up the locket and opened it. Inside was the picture of a young, beautiful woman. On the reverse side it read; to my dearest father... He was a father, he had a wife and kids, and we killed him.

The next thing I remember is waking up in a cave, Gravius at my side. I was unbound, so it must have worked. the rest of the army had no reason to doubt a troop of their own men escorting captured slaves north to the prison compound. Fifty of us were saved from certain death that night in Ebonhart, but at the cost of my own conscience. I had killed a man, and I would have to live with that for the rest of my life. An equal trade, you say? perhaps, but only time will tell.