Oasis, my first story Options

[jack cloudy]

Allright, first off. I've only barely reached Balmora in my game and ran around for 2 gamedays looking for Caius, so don't expect too much in the form of knowledge. Also, my computer shouldn't be able to handle Morrowind. I'm using an s3 savage or something like that which I remember to be in the list of unsupported 3d cards. Result, clashing colours, face textures on walls and anything enchanted or some forms of magic make the game hang. I can handle the colours and am attempting to remove the hanging by throwing away the enchantments with the help of a mod.

I'll try to work these hardware problems in the story somehow without having to make my character into a drug addict.

Now for the story. Comments, critics and suggestions are welcome.

Chapter 1: Oblivion or not?
I awoke on the wet floor, feeling sicker than I ever felt before. Holding my head, I looked at my surroundings. Yep, I was still on the same boat. If I had anything in my stomach, I would’ve vomited. I’m not a sailor.

,,Get up, you’ve been sleeping all night. Not even the storm could wake you.” The halfnaked elf with a huge scar on his face said. He was the only other living being in this room, if you didn’t count the rats and the worms. Now what was his name? Oh yeah, Jiub. And about the storm, the storm was what knocked me out in the first place, so it couldn’t possibly wake me up.

,,What’s your name?” Jiub continued. It looked like he had more trouble with names than I do, and I have a lot of trouble with names.
,,Luper Alkad.” I answered.
The elf rambled on that we’d reached Morrowind, wherever that was. And that he was sure that they would let us go. In your dreams, pal.
I was convinced that Morrowind had to be inside Oblivion, just listen to the name. Morrowind, that sounds like something a sick Daedra could come up with.

I didn’t really care where we were. Jails were all the same, no matter where they where located.

,,Quit, here comes the guard.” If I didn’t felt so sick, I would have hit him and said that I didn’t say anything for the last five minutes. He was the one who was constantly talking.

The guard smelled like he’d been drinking all night. How someone could possibly get drunk, or even drink on a boat in that storm was beyond me. Either way, the guard tried to drag me along but I easily pulled myself loose. The guard didn’t even notice and I followed the drunk idiot up to the deck, still cursing my fate for what it brought and feeling dizzy. I hate boats.

When I reached the deck, the drunk guard remained behind. Fine, he smelled bad anyway. A second guard told me to get off the ramp and into the building I could see through the fog. I looked at the village. The place was a mess. The guards really must have been pissed off to take me to this place. Welcome to Oblivion.

Oh well, I guess that’s what they call life. You can’t have everything. I walked off the ramp and started to feel a bit better already. I love solid ground, even if it was as wet and damp as the ground there. Everything was better than the damn boat.

Yet another guard stopped me at the bottom of the ramp. What is it with these guards? They’ve got more guards than villagers it seems. This guy wanted to know where I was from for no good reason. I am a Redguard, shouldn’t that tell enough?! ,,From your dreams.” I answered.

The guard looked at me for a while. ,,Whatever, I’m sure you’ll fit right in. Just go into the office.”

The office looked reasonable. If it wasn’t for the current inhabitants, it would make a nice place. Anyway, an old guy named Social Erratica or something like that wanted me to fill in some forms. The good news was that Jiub was right, they were going to release us! The bad news, the old guy was a freak and this place was Oblivion.

There were three ways I could fill in the forms, pick from a list, fill them in myself, or let him ask a bunch of questions to analyze my personality. See, I told you the guy was a freak.

I decided to fill them in myself. Now I had two choices, to lie or to tell the thruth.

[jack cloudy]

Thanks for the comments. I just finished the character creation part of the story. Next up, Luper Alkad's first impressions of the townsfolk.


While pondering that question, I took a better look at the furniture. For such a poor village this place was suspiciously well decorated. My eyes fell on a beautiful limeware platter. Now that was way too expensive for a place like this. I suspected that the impies here were corrupt to the core.

I finally settled for the truth, mostly. The only question that really gave me a problem was my profession. I never had a real profession, unless doing a few things here and there while aimlessly wandering around could be called a profession. I wrote down my old nickname, Oasis. It was as good as any name for a profession.

Mister freak took the forms after I had filled them in and glanced over what I wrote. ,,Are you sure this is correct?” I nodded and started to walk to the door when he grabbed me by the arm.

For such an old man, he was surprisingly strong, or I was out of shape. I hope it was the latter. I was brought out of balance and stumbled up against him, causing both of us to fall against the wooden rack and on the floor. The rack fell over and we were buried by its contents.

I apologized and helped him back on his feet. ,,Don’t worry, we’ll clean it up.” He said as he looked at the mess. ,,Anyway, I just wanted to know under which sign you were born. Astrology is a hobby of mine, you see.” This guy was definitely a freak. ,,Mage.” I answered and left the room.

Remaining with him and his guard was the last thing I wanted, so I ran. And I learned something from it. Don’t try to take turns during a full speed run. At least don’t try to do it in cramped spaces.
One bruised shoulder later I was taking a look at the chamber I was in now. This place was filled with even more stuff that was too valuable for what looked like a small town in the middle of nowhere. These guys really were corrupt.

You can say what you like about me. I admit I was breaking the law at the moment, but no one seemed to be watching and I hated everything that reminded me of the empire. Only one thought crossed my mind. Plundertime.

I stepped out into a courtyard, carrying just about everything of value I could get my hands on. It included a lot of Silverware. There was a barrel in here. Just what I needed. A few seconds later, the sound of silver cups, knifes and a candle being thrown over the wall could be heard, along with the sound of said silverware hitting the ground. The only thing I kept was a small knife. It was pinned to a note from some guy called Hissking or something who said he wanted it to be really sharp by morning. Whatever, like I cared. I just needed a sharp piece of metal, so Hissking could kiss his knife goodbye.

Being a Redguard, I’ve always felt a certain bond with blades of all kinds. I prefer a long sword, but the knife would be good enough. At least it was better than my bare fists.

What followed was quite embarrassing, to say the least. The barrel started creaking, and then fell apart while I was still standing on top of it. Now I had a sore behind to add to my inconvenience. My mood was dropping to the bottom of a bottomless well real fast.

And guess what, they kept some useless stuff in the barrel, including a ring. I just pocketed them. Don’t ask me why, cause I don’t know. I guess I just like taking things.
After that scene, I went into the next building. I just hoped no one would figure out what happened with the barrel.

A fully suited up impie was waiting for me. It looked like he was the big boss in town. At least the boss of the iron and steel division. What followed made my blood boil.

A messenger! All they needed was a freaking messenger! Only the big sword at his side kept me from telling him how I felt. I just grabbed the money and the package and stormed out of the door. The last thing I heard before the door slammed shut was that the package had to be delivered to some guy named Cain Cossack. Weird name if you ask me.