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]

boop!

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Sel's eyes were watering, and he could almost feel the lack of blood getting to his head due to the squeezing of his neck. Small red lines of blood were appearing where the construct's metal arm was digging into his exposed flesh. He had taken what he thought to be his last breath ten seconds earlier, and he was verging on panic.

He tried once again to pry the arm from his neck, but his muscles were no match for the contructs gear systems, and his arms were as exhausted as the rest of his body.

The second construct was now infront of him, blade raised high.

Sel felt a burst of energy behind him as Aldaril cast a massive fireball from behind him, melting the centurion that had been choking him to death, and Sel barely got out of the slow-reacting centurion's grip. With a gasping breath, the young dunmer fell to the side, towards his blade and away from the constructs.

His sword in hand, Sel plunged it into the ball that was the support of the centurion. Not satisfied, he pulled his blade free and hacked at the machine until it was no more than a multitude of unidentifiable pieces of rusted yellow metal, sparks flying as he completed his work.

He stopped suddenly, panting for air both from exhaustion and the severe lack of the sweet substance from being nearly choked to death. He bent over, putting his hands on his knees for support.

Aldaril picked up a few pieces of the scrap that Sel had created before finally speaking. "Well done, my boy." he said with a huge grin on his face. "You're hired."

Sel was too busy trying to breathe to even consider replying with any more than a small nod.