Oasis Chapter 2, Trouble with the mages. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, welcome to chapter 2 of my fan fic. For those who haven't read part one, please look here:
Oasis, chapter 1

Well, have fun.

Chapter 2: Trouble with the mages.

,,Come one, you stupid rat. Is that the best you’ve got? Hah, missed me! Oops, there goes your head.”
I held up the soulgem that was now emitting a soft glow.
,,And here’s your soul. Welcome to your new home.”
I was happy. It was the first time I attempted to do something other than just taking out the opposition in battle, and it had worked quite well. With no doubt I could sell the gem and the soul contained within it to Galbedir for a nice price.

Yep, things had never been so good. I spent last night in my old shack in Seyda Neen. No one had even touched the small building. Definitely an improvement from the burglary of last time.

And in my pockets, I had samples of four different mushrooms. Ajira would be pleased. Not to mention the favour she would owe me.

It was when the sun had just passed its peak that I came across a small door embedded into a rock wall. Curious, I got closer. Above the door, old Dunmer markings were carved into the rock.

,,Here….last….dead…” I had begun to learn the written language used by the Dark Eves for a little bit. One thing was sure, this was a tomb and probably loaded with wealth just waiting to be taken. Those silly Dark Elves were too serious about this idea that the spirits of the dead stay behind.

Well, I had her mushrooms and I refused to take the Siltstrider. Ajira probably wouldn’t mind a bit of treasure seeking, would she? With some effort, I opened the ancient door and went inside.

Ok, things didn’t look as nice as I expected them to be. At the bottom of a set of stairs I could see what was obviously the corpse of a previous tomb robber. And the corpse didn’t seemed to have been there for so long. I took out my Katana and continued with a slower, more careful pace. I didn’t wanted to be the next victim.

When I reached the corpse, I still hadn’t noticed any sign of life around here. Maybe whatever killed this guy had left? I sat crouched next to the body and took a good look at it.

No stabwounds, cuts, crushed bodyparts, or signs of death caused by magic. Maybe he just fell down the stairs. I stood up again and looked at the corridor that led further into the tomb. It was then that the ghost attacked me.

I’d never seen an undead being before. If I did, I might’ve been more prepared. I performed a overhead chop at the ghost, only to see my blade pass right through it! I got in two more useless slashes before the thing dove on top of me and began to strangle me.

I dropped my sword and desperately tried to create a fireball. No use, I couldn’t focus properly and the best I got were a few miserable sparks. My vision slowly turned to black as I began to lose consciousness.




Sorry about the lack of humor, but there isn't much joking he can do whith that ghost on top of him. He can do a lot of choking though.

[jack cloudy]

Um yeah, thanks for the comments. Now for the story. I'm not so sure about it, I have this feeling that my way out of the ghost problem was a bit too simple. Just read and you'll see what I mean. I couldn't think of much humor also. That will hopefully change when I get back to Balmora. Tons of people to use there.




,,Wake up, your time has not yet come.” Hot burning air filled my lungs till they were about to explode. Energy soared through my veins. I didn’t need to think, I just plunged the sword into the ghost’s face.

I lied there for a while, unsure about what happened. Fargoth’s ring had reduced the burning in my lungs, though only a little. If I got out of here, I really needed to ask around the mage’s guild for a better healing spell.

Two hours later, I felt capable of moving on. In the meantime, I’d been filled with questions. To who belonged that voice, how did I come back from the brink of death like that? And how did Tarhiel’s sword end up in my hand?

I shook my head, the experience probably messed with my brains and caused me to imagine things. One thing was for sure, if I still wanted to go on into the tomb, Tarhiel’s sword would be the weapon of choice. Just the fact that it managed to touch the ghost made it better than my Katana in this case.

The only remains of the ghost were a few drops of some sort of green goo. I put some of it in one of the small bottles I’d found in Gilnith’s shack. Maybe Ajira was willing to pay for a sample.

When I ventured deeper into the tomb, it was a big difference with how I simply walked in before encountering the ghost. Now I slowly crept forward, keeping low to the ground and my sword raised for a devastating thrust at all times.

After a few more stairs, I came to a corner. A peek around it confirmed what the sound of rattling bones had already hinted at. A skeleton was marching back and forth. I waited till it had turned around and was moving away from me before stepping around the corner.

It caught a fireball right into its stupidly grinning face that knocked its head of. Now headless, the skeleton charged. Quite an amusing sight if it wasn’t potentially lethal. But skeletons are simple and clumsy, so I simply sidestepped its charge and watched it run into the wall. A moment later, I slammed my sword into its spine. The enchantment that kept the thing alive vanished and it dropped to the floor in a pile of bones.

It only had some cheap iron crap on it, not worth the trouble I just went through, but it was better than nothing. I continued on my way and soon found that the corridor ended in a room lined with urns and a few pillars.

An arrow lodged itself deep into my Bonemold chestplate, though it fortunately came just short of penetrating. What’s worse than a skeleton with a sword? A skeleton with a bow.

I took cover behind a pillar and made multiple attempts to move into an attack position. No good, whenever I poked my head out, it would fire an arrow. This required a small distraction.

,,Ok, sack of bones, here’s a little question. Will you shoot your master’s ash, or not?” I muttered and threw the urn at the wall. An arrow hit the wall at the same spot as the urn, only a bit later. The skeleton never got the chance to ready another arrow before its bones were scattered across the room. ,,So you shot it.”

I kicked the remains around a bit. ,,You’re not so tough now, are you? Your bones are lying in a pile, how are you going to stop me? Well, how are you going to do that?” I Thrust my sword through a ghost that was drawn to the scene by the noise I made.
,,Wait for your turn, I’m talking here. Too late now. You’re already dead.” I said and filled my bottle with some more of the green goo. Ghosts were pathetic. The trouble was in actually hitting them, once you did that, they stood no chance.

That was all the opposition I found. There was nothing valuable in the damn tomb. The only thing that got close was a helmet. It was Bonemold, but of a design I hadn’t seen before. It was unlikely I would find it in a store. It looked nice on my head too.

I got out of the tomb only a little later. The rest of the day was used to hit Kwama Foragers, Mudcrabs, Rats and the occasional Scrib. I spent the night in Pelagiad. Though it was an Imperial town, the idea of a bed sounded better than spending the night on a rock. And it was a good place to sell the weapons of the two Skeletons.