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, next update.



The door took a while to find, but after that it was a simple matter of turning the crank nearby and running like a maniac before the door would be locked again.

I slipped through just in time to avoid being cut in two. Now, where would I begin my search? I walked away from the door and soon found myself staring at the huge cavern. You could build a small city in here! And some huge towers.

,,Die, Fetcher!” Umm, is it just me, or do these people have a real self-control problem? I mean, everyone just seems to want me dead for no good reason! The three robbers were only equipped with cheap Chitin daggers, so it wasn’t hard to send them to Oblivion with a few well-timed slashes of my sword.

These people were poor. If that was the best they had, I probably could forget about the idea of encountering one of those Dwemer machines I heard about. Of all things, the guy at the bridge was ten times as powerful as these pathetic little bullies.

I randomly picked one of the three doors at the bottom of the huge room and made my way through the maze of corridors, hacking the occasional robber. The place was filled with Dwemer furniture, all of which was made out of the strange steel the Dwemer seemed to use for everything. The only weapons I found were a spear, a shortsword and a Jinksword. The swords would be the nice start of a weapon collection when I ever came back to my shack in Seyda Neen. I kept the spear, you could never know when a bit of extra reach came in handy.

I returned to the big entrance room a few hours later. No puzzle box in sight and I was sure I had tried every single door with the exception of one door that was locked. I decided that there was probably something nasty behind it and left it alone.

My lunch consisted of fried Cliffracer, with the help of a small campfire the robbers had left behind. I saw a balcony I hadn’t been on yet. If I climbed those rocks near it, I should be able to reach it.

After finishing my lunch, I gave it a try. The climb was easy enough and I soon reached the balcony. Time to continue my exploration.

,,Hey, who are you?” Oops, looks like I’d found their boss. The place was filled with artefacts, including a small box. The puzzlebox! Now how did I got out of this mess without a fight?

,,Oh, hi boss. I’m the new guy. Didn’t they told you I’d arrived?” The robber looked at me. I prayed that he wouldn’t be suspicious about my outfit. It was a bit more…elaborate. ,,Really? I don’t know about a new guy. And what’s with that outfit? You look rather rich to me. Did Crito let you pass on the bridge?” So the guy on the bridge was Crito?

,,Yeah, he did. We talked for a while. Interesting fellow.”
,,I am Crito! Now you’ll die!” He came at me with rage burning in his eyes. Why did my plans always fail?

I raised my shield just in time to catch a blow from Crito’s warhammer that nearly broke my arm. Damn, I hated fighting people with heavy weapons. I dropped the shield that now had a really big dent in it. This fight couldn’t be won by defence, I had to avoid his attacks if I wanted to live.

Lucky for me, the big hammer also made him a bit slow, and I managed to put a few minor cuts on him. But dancing within reach of that big block of Iron was too dangerous. Crito soon had me backed in a corner, just out of his reach.

,,You should’ve picked a stronger opponent. I will bath in your bloo…Argh!” The Dwemer cog that flew into his face looked painful. Actually, there wasn’t much of a face left. I hacked at what was left to end his life a bit quicker. There was no need to let him suffer. I stashed the puzzlebox and left the ruins.

,,Redguard? I see that you’ve returned. That pleases me. Have you found the puzzlebox?” The fighter’s guild guy looked surprised to see me. He should’ve known that it took more than a few robbers with daggers to stop me.

,,I’ve got your puzzlebox right here.” I answered. Oh, this guy was so going to get it.
,,Good, then give it to me.” I pushed the tip of my Katana to his throat before he knew what happened and backed him up against the wall. A fireball that was burning in my free hand would complete the threat.
,,I think it’s time we change the deal. You will give me the information and I will keep the damn box. If not, you are going to meet the same end as your friends from the ruins.” I said with my most threatening voice. He was bigger than me, but he literally seemed to shrink.

,,You won’t get out of here. You are already surrounded by everyone in the guild.” As if I expected anything else. I didn’t need to look to know that multiple weapons were pointed at me.
,,Whether I get out or not doesn’t matter. You are a traitor and if you don’t do as I say you will die as a traitor!” I could see the fear in his eyes. His hand slowly went to his pocket and he pulled out a small piece of paper.

,,Take these notes.” He whispered with a trembling voice. I grabbed the paper and released him from my grip.
After that, I turned my back to him and walked away.
,,I can kill you now. Why do you turn your back to your enemy?” The fool. Such a big mouth but no muscles to back it up.
,,I have nothing to fear from you. You are a coward. Next time you try to cheat on me, I will not spare your miserable life.”

Caius seemed to have mixed feelings about the whole thing.
,,Look, you got the information. That is good. But I told you about the blending in thing before. Threatening someone in front of the entire fighter’s guild is not a good way to avoid attracting attention.” He said. He still hadn’t dressed properly.
,,Whatever, Skoomie. I got you the notes, so can I go now?”

,,Skoomie?! If you keep it up like that, I’ll kill you myself.” This was so funny I just had to laugh. He looked so ridiculous when he was angry.
,,You won’t. If the emperor thought it was important enough to send you a letter written by himself, then that means that I’m too important to be killed by a halfnaked spy.”
,,Your purpose is important, not you. If you get killed, we’ll just grab another prisoner.” He said.
,,Now, Antabolis’s notes describe the sixth house well enough, but they are lacking in the case of Nerevar. I believe I know just the person to help out with that.” Oh great, another errand.