Sel, Chapter 3 Options

[Dantrag]

I was soon accepted into House Redoran, and my mother was pretty proud of me. Probably too proud. I didn't go to Athyn's class anymore, being too busy as councillor Venim's page. Or, at least until the fiery councillor died, and was replaced by his brother. All young hirelings in the House had to spend five years in a councillor's service, and I was no different. Close to the end of those years, my fourth, to be exact, I wondered why I was even in the House; I got no money for my service, being a page, and my family needed money. I should have gotten a job. There I was in Bolvyn's manor, getting fed and clothed while my family starved. My own damned fault. I paid for my selfishness.

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I'll put the actual story here in a while; I just needed to start this back up.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:47 AM

[Dantrag]

It's that time....

Yeah you're about as excited about this as you would be a doctor's appointment.

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Sel followed his altmer companion deeper into the ruins a few minutes later, not a word was uttered between them; Sel was too awestruck by the new experience that was a dwemer ruin, and Aldaril was too intent on finding this puzzle box.

It wasn't long before they heard voices. Sel glanced around nervously, and whispered. "What is that?"

Aldaril shrugged. "Could be smugglers, collectors like me, or even more likely, a dwemer ghost."

Sel didn't change his expression, hoping that it wouldn't be noticable that that last one scared him. "Do you think that we'll see one of these ghosts?" he asked, thinking that he was successful in keeping the nervousness out of his voice.

"Probably. But they're no trouble to dispatch as long as you have a spell, something silver, something enchanted, or both."

Sel was glad that he had both. They continued their way deeper into the ruin, and upon turning a corner, they found that there were no ghosts, but smugglers, as Aldaril said. They yelled something about trespassing, and Aldaril launched a series of spells on them. Sel turned his head at seeing one of them burn from the effects of a fireball, only to see a few sphere centurions coming up the corridor behind them.

"Uh...Aldaril?" he said, tugging on the altmer's robe to get his attention.

"I know they're there! Take care of it!" he shouted, running off after the rest of the smugglers.

Sel drew his sword and charged one of the centurions, only to be swatted away by the flat of its rusted blade.

Sel stood up, a bit disoriented. With a deep breath, he took a less aggressive approach - defense.

Sel waited, sword held out horizontally in front of him, for an attack. When one of the centurions obliged, Sel blocked, and forced the other blade far to the outside with his own, leaving the centurion open for a moment. A moment was all Sel needed. He summoned all of his strength, and swung, succeeding in relieving the construct of its head. Sel backed away from the dying construct to avoid the painful burning of the sparks that seemed to be everywhere. He backed right into another construct.

Sel fought as the metal arm wrapped around his neck, and stifled a scream when he realized that the remaining construct was appraoching him. He needed to get free. He twirled his sword so the the blade was facin his back, hoping to get a shot at the centurion that was slowly choking him to death. The sphere centurion tightened its grip on Sel suddenly, and a surprised and frightened Sel found that his sword was falling to the ground, making a clanging sound that was painful to his ears. It was the sound of defenselessness.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Jan 28 2006, 02:25 AM