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]

Thank you. That line just kind of popped up in my mind. I thought it sounded neat.
And two of them were female? Um, I guess the character is a bit blind then. It could lead to funny situations. I'll try to remember that.

What follows is a bit more I just wrote. I think it is time to go to Balmora. But first I want to humiliate Fargot a bit. Sorry, but I am evil.



I trudged back to Seyda Neen loaded with loot. I knew that the sooner I cleared the whole Gilnith problem, the better. It was wrecking my mind this way. But I couldn’t just go walking around town like this. First I needed to get rid of some weight.

,,I’m sorry, but I really can’t.” This was unbelievable. The whole town was as corrupt as you could get. Even the Imperials were probably using the drugs. Yet for some reason they refused to buy the damn drugs at the tradehouse! What was wrong with these people?

After a long and heated discussion, I gave in and sold everything else. I also sold my trusty old saber. I had the luck of finding a Steel Katana which was much better than my old blade.

,,Hey, Redguard! How is the search going?” Not again. This guy was getting on my nerves. ,,Still looking. I believe it is in the water underneath the dock. Too bad I can’t swim.” I answered. Actually, I can swim, I just don’t like it. Not to mention that it would be amusing if the Nord would dive into the water himself. I’d love to see how he handled to local fish. I’d seen a few. Their teeth are really big. I finished my business and left as fast as I could. I wondered how long it would take for the Nord to find out he’d been cheated on?

Now that I’d lost some weight, who would be in charge of the local murder investigation squad? They probably didn’t had any. Oh well, I’d just pay mister social freak a visit.

,,Who are you?” ,,Hi, did you miss me?!” I yelled back in a cheery voice. ,,Oh, no. It’s you. What do you want?” The old man looked at me as if I was mud on his shoes.

,,I just came here to tell you that there are a few dead people lying all over the place.” I could hear the guard that always seemed to be in this room waking up and jumping to full attention. One bad word or move, and I’d get the privilege of his sword in my back. My plan had to work, or I was history.

,,Dead people?! Don’t tell me you killed them!” For all his astrology nonsense, the old freak turned out to be less stupid than I thought.

,,No, I didn’t. But I do know who did. Wanna hear the whole story?” The old guy grumbled. I really seemed to annoy him. ,,Go ahead, but keep it short.”

,,Foryn Gilnith had a few problems with the tax collector about paying taxes, so he hired the smugglers to kill him. Needless to say, the smugglers did the job really good and beated the poor tax collector to a pulp. The next morning, the smugglers came to Gilnith’s house and demanded their money. But Gilnith was broke and tried to talk his way out. He ended up with a sword in his chest. The smugglers went home and what do you know? The slaves rioted and killed the smugglers before running away. I think they tried to swim to the mainland.”

,,Umm, that is terrible news. Did you find the smuggler’s cave?” The old freak asked. Now what did that have to do with it?
,,Sure, and the place was loaded with stuff.”

,,Loaded?! What did you do with the Skooma and the Moonsugar?!” Wow, this guy was about to get a heartattack.
,,Destroyed it.”

,,Good, good. Very good. I’m glad there is at least one law abiding citizen in town. Here, 500 gold as a reward and consider Gilnith’s house as your own! Now go, I’m busy!” His guard then shoved me out of the door.

Man, these guys were so corrupt. How else did they know what the smugglers were smuggling? The only thing he seemed to care for was that the evidence was presumably destroyed. And the money was a bribe. It dawned on me that I really managed to push their buttons back there. I started laughing.