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]

*bows humbly and accepts the reward* Thank you all. And I just had plenty of spare time in the weekend for writing and playing the game. Now that school is on again, I'll probably slow down.

This morning's update coming right up. Don't forget the popcorn.




I must have sat there for half an hour, doing nothing but staring at the body. When I finally came to my senses, I knew it was time to leave. I left the small shack and went outside town while trying hard not to be suspicious.

I’d heard some rumors that there were smugglers in a cave not too far from the Siltstrider station. Actually, everyone seemed to know exactly were the cave was located. Smugglers were probably the only type left who would want to deal with me.

Finding the cave was easy. They basically hid in plain view. Hell, they even had the name Addamassartus or something carved on the door! The Imperials here became more corrupt by the second. Looking back, I now realize that the guards not only outnumbered the smugglers, but each and every single one of them could probably wipe the floor with the whole gang at once.

My hopes of joining the smugglers were pounded into the ground the moment I entered.
,,You, N’Wah!” A smuggler ran up to me and started stabbing away at me with a dagger. I think I actually wanted to die back there, but instinct took control.

I deflected his strike with my shield and followed up with a backhanded slash at his throat. It was all over in seconds, with the smuggler lying on the cold rock.

Two people on one day, this was serious. There was no way back now. I moved deeper into the cave to finish the bloody job I’d started.
The next smuggler I saw looked harmless at first. He had his dagger sheathed and wore nothing but a simple robe. The best part was that he had his back turned. Seeing the advantage, I crept closer in the hopes of getting the first blow.

Sneaking is not my thing. I tripped, and stumbled against a barrel. The smuggler spun around and started weaving magicka. I had met a mage, not good.

Adrenaline pounded through my veins. I had only seconds before the spell was finished and would be hurled at me. My crawl turned into a full speed charge, shield in front.

The spell was finished before I reached the mage. I clenched my teeth as my shield was engulfed in searing flames. The layers of chitin curled away and the glue used to keep them together caught on fire. Then I was on top of him and slashed his chest. Two more hits and the mage went down.

I hastily discarded the shield before my armour would catch on fire. It was now worthless. The pain shooting through my shoulder warned me that there was still at least one smuggler left.

This smuggler seemed to enjoy throwing small shards of chitin at me. He backed up into a room and kept throwing his little darts. But in the end he stood with his back to the wall and was no match for my saber.

I had now killed four people in rapid succession and my sword had the red colour of drying blood. I turned to leave without even noticing the obvious wealth in the room. The only thing I took with me was a small key.

I was stopped by the sounds of begging. Someone was still here. Listening closer, I noticed a door I hadn’t seen when I came through this room for the first time. Behind it, three shapes of what looked like members of the beastraces could be seen. Slaves.

The door was looked. I should’ve expected that, for it was clearly a prison. A simple, improvised prison, but a prison. I messed with the lockpick I’d picked up a while back in the office and eventually heard the sound of the unlocked door.

,,You, who are you?” The slaves all backed into a corner with fear on the faces. I can’t blame them. With all the blood on my sword and armour I probably didn’t look too friendly. I noticed that they were all wearing bracers of some kind that were locked with a heavy metal lock that was too complex for my pick.

But I remembered the key I’d picked up a few minutes back. I sheathed my sword and walked over to the slaves. Luckily they didn’t try to run. I pulled out the key and tried it on the lock. It fit!

Within moments, all three of the slaves were freed of their bracers. ,,Thank you. We are in your debt. You are a hero.” A hero, me?

I then finally realized the meaning behind an old saying. ,,It’s not the action that makes who we are, it is the purpose that shapes the soul.” I now knew what it meant. The fact that I killed wasn’t important. It was why I killed. Without knowing it, I had come here to free these slaves.

Feeling better, I led the slaves outside the cave. I then returned to take a good look at what these smugglers were smuggling. I picked up a bit of moonsugar and a bottle of skooma, two highly potent and illegal drugs. I replaced my shield and right pauldron with versions made out of iron and completed the outfit with a Chitin helmet.

Part of the cave was submerged. I didn’t go there for I didn’t like the thought of swimming. With plenty of stuff to sell, I went back to Seyda Neen. Maybe I could talk my way out of things?