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]

What follows has been written for no good reason other than that I wanted to see Fargoth go flying.



It took me a few minutes to get my breath back and I had to sit down for a while. When I finally stopped laughing, I decided to clean up my new home a bit.

Gilnith’s shack wasn’t the biggest or most luxurious place, but it was better than sleeping on a rock. I stripped everything interesting of Gilnith, which was a tankard and a few coins, before throwing him into the ocean. Within a minute, the area was crowded with dozens of Slaughterfish who were all busy ripping the corpse to shreds. I definitely wasn’t going to take a swim here anytime soon.

I brought my belongings from the stump to my home and piled them on the small wooden table. Tarhiel’s clothes ended up in a bucket filled with water. Hopefully, the water would wash the blood out. A few buckets of water on the bloodstained floor and I was all done. Except that the place smelled like a disgusting mixture of blood and fish, so I opened a window for fresh air and left after locking the door. The night would be spend in the smuggler’s cave once more.

I should’ve known that locking the door while leaving the window wide open was just begging for trouble. Someone had been rummaging around. Tarhiel’s clothes were lying on the ground, the table was a mess, sacks had been opened and the candles had been moved. Worst thing, several things including the book from the lighthouse and Fargoth’s ring were missing! Stupid thieves, I hadn’t finished reading it! Oh, that thief was going to pay for it.
Luckily I had an idea who to suspect.

,,Why do you want all that?” The tradehouse owner asked with a frown. I simply winked and whispered. ,,When the sun sets and the stars are in the serpents eye, the lord shall command his servants to the ebony tree of time.” That shut him up. He must have believed I was part of the Daedric cult or something. That cult seems to be the kind of people no one wants to mess with, so I got my wishlist for a ridiculously low price of 55 septims.

While the owner was getting my goods out of the storage room, I went upstairs. ,,Just give me something with alcohol!” I jelled at the bartender and took a seat.

,,I can’t believe it! Some Daedra slime broke into my house! What is it with this place?!” Lots of drama and noise, that should get people’s attention.
,,That is unfortunate news.” The bartender gave me my drink while looking concerned. Act like you’re the customer’s friend. It makes them drink more.

,,Yeah, but I got lucky. The thief missed my sword. I’ve got this magical sword, you see. It looks like a plain Steel Katana, but the enchantment allows it to cut through Daedric like paper. Very valuable.” I threw back the rest of my drink and slammed the cup down on the table.

,,Anyway, I have to continue looking for my friend’s heirloom. So I won’t be back till next morning! Keep an eye out for me, will ya?” Some more drama, and I left after picking up my shopping bag.

The rest of the day was spend in the wilderness, hitting Mudcrabs to practise with my new toy. I didn’t go back before the sun was about to fall below the horizon.

I came into town from beneath the Siltstrider’s legs. Normally I hate water, but this would be worth it. As expected, I was just in time to see someone crawl through the window of my shack. Fools, as if I had a magical supersword. If I did, why would I leave it back home?

I made my way to the back of my house and waited. Yep, a few minutes later, the thief came back out. Showtime.

The thief made went directly towards the stump in the pond. Guess, who it was?
I waited till he poked his head over the stump and dropped the stolen goods in it before making my move.

A bit of magicka here and there and…BOOM! With a massive bang, the stump exploded right in his face, sending the stupid little elf into the air to land on his back. I walked up to him.

,,Good evening.” I said as walked to the remains of the stump to fish everything he’d stolen out of it. Luckily, I saw that there was a hole dug into the ground when I last raided Fargoth’s hiding place. The explosion wrecked the stump, but it left the stolen stuff that was underneath the ground unscathed.

,,Oh yeah, one more thing. Steal from me again, and there will be a much bigger bang, Fargoth. Let this be a lesson. Don’t mess with one of the emperor’s elite battlemages.” A big lie, but it did the trick with the elf running as if his life depended on it. I brought my recovered goods back to my home with a big smile on my face.