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]

Ok, The next part is mostly some quick fun with Ajira's missions.



,,What?!” The Khajit barely even seemed to notice that I was yelling at her. This was ridiculous. ,,I just brought you those mushrooms and now you want me to do that?!” Still no decent response, all I got was another: ,,Ajira thanks friend for mushrooms, but now friend must drop fake soul gem in Galbedirs desk, then Ajira will win the bet.” This was just great.

The damn gem seemed to burn a hole through my pockets, or maybe it was my imagination.
,,Something wrong, Redguard?” Ranis, the steward of the Balmora guild hall stood in my path. She still refused to call me by name. I understand that it was rare to find a Redguard in the mage’s guild, but she was pushing it.

A faint smile developed on her face. ,,I see. Those two have been at each other’s throats since they came here. They’re constantly arguing whether Khajit or Bosmer make better thieves. And there is the occasional duel. I suggest you just do what she says. After Galbedir has finished her accusations, we’ll have some peace. Till Galbedir takes revenge, that is.” Not much help from this one.

I pretended to read a book while waiting for the Wood Elf to leave her room. Actually, I wasn’t pretending, I was reading it and completely forgot about the time. When I finally realized, Ajira’s distraction had been long done and Galbedir was locked up in her room again.

Time for a change of plan, but I didn’t knew what. I walked back to the main hall. There I saw my chance.

,,Don’t Interrupt my thinking! Leave me now!” An Orc was making a lot of noise. I thought I was going deaf. An Orc in the mage’s guild, and then people talk about a Redguard being a strange sight. People are just plain weird. But it did give me an idea.

I ran back to the bottom of the stairs. ,,By Oblivion, that Orc is about to pound someone into the floor! I’m out of here!” I conveniently yelled from the bottom of the stairs and hid behind a few barrels.

Yep, the Wood Elf just couldn’t resist the temptation of excitement and hurried down to look at the commotion. She didn’t even close the door.

I didn’t knew how long she would be gone, so I slipped the fake gem into her desk and left the room as fast as I could.

,,Hi, Ajira. I just came to tell that they send that package you asked for.” Ajira thanked me then immediately came with her next assignment. Where does she get those from?

,,Now Luper Alkad must seek flowers for Ajira.” Yep, another pointless job. This was not what I expected when I joined up. This is the mage’s guild so shouldn’t I have to do tasks more related with things like…magic?

Seeing as it was the only way to get away from her, I accepted. But the Daedra be damned I was not going to hunt for a damn lake! Instead, I just dropped in with the nearest Alchemist and asked if she sold flowers.

,,Yes, I do.” Finally some good news. I would just spent a few days to keep that Imperial drugaddicted spy from sending every person with a weapon after me and buy the flowers after seemingly returning from a long trip.

My next order of business was spend with the local clothier. My robe was nice and comfortable, but it failed to provide the manoeuvrability I needed for real combat. The clothier came with a fine solution, a set of pants covered by a skirt that provided both warmth, manoeuvrability and that swinging style I liked.

,,Ah, there you are.” Caius was still wearing the same ridiculous and elaborate outfit. A set of pants that nearly fell apart. He looked me over. ,,I see you’ve bought a set of Bonemold, and more than you could buy with the money I gave you. But underneath that, you still look the same.” Nice, and you looked the same too. Can’t we just get to business?

,,Ok, gramps. I did what you wanted, so where are these stupid orders of yours?”
,,First, stop calling me gramps. I’m not that old. Now, I want you to ask a man named Hasphat Antabolis about the Sixth House and this Nerevar. He can be fount in the fighter’s guild hall. And one more thing, I didn’t told you to join the mage’s guild. You’re supposed to blend in, not stick out like a sore thumb.”

,,Calm down, gramps. I’m already going. I want to get this done with as soon as possible.” I walked to the door but turned around before leaving.
,,Can I sell that Skooma pipe of yours?”
,,Out!”
,,Is that a yes?”
Before I left, I could hear him mutter one last thing.
,,Out of all the possible prisoners, why did they have to send this one?”

This sounded easy, I would just ask this dude and all. It should be over in an hour or so. But why couldn’t gramps do it himself? Nah, he didn’t looked like the type you see walking into the Fighter’s guild. Too naked and too much drugs.

,,Yes, I do know a few things. As for you, you’ll need to know a bit more about Morrowind. Here, take this book. I’ve still got a copy. And now for the info that old sugar tooth wants. I’ll do it, but I’ll need a favour.” The guy wearing armour and looking all hot and though said. I should’ve known that it was too easy.

,,Ok, what do you want?”
,,There is a nearby Dwemer ruin here. Inside, there is something called a Dwemer puzzle box. I want that box. It is small and has engravings on one side. Get that for me, and I’ll give Caius his information.”

The directions sounded easy enough, so I just got to it. When passing Fort Moonmoth, I realized. He knew too much about the artefact. This was a trap.