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, I'm back.
,,Jchamber, are you referring to the two little markings I put in front of your name?
Well, I just use two komma's (is this the english word?) Ok let's try that again. just do 2 of these: ,
And I do it that way cause that's the way I learned to write at school. (Yes, we dutch people are stubborn.)

In game news, I pissed of the guards with a stolen bottle in the council club that ended in a slaughter. (Hey, I took a bottle! No need to start killing here! Scamp, give me a hand, will ya?) I managed to pay the fine through the Thieves guild, but they still attack me on sight. Am I screwed?




,,Now, I have an Orc friend in the thieves guild. You may have met her.”
,,Yeah, yeah. I already know what you want from me. Get to your Orc buddy and do anything that’s needed to get the info without drawing attention. If she wants money, it will have to come out of my own pockets because you’re too lazy to put on a shirt with pockets. Whatever, see yah.” And I was out again.

When I shouted that I believed that she was going to beat up someone to lure Galbedir out of her office, I was serious. Man, Orcs scare me. What I don’t do in service of the empire.

,,What is it this time?!” I hoped that I would catch miss greenskin in a good mood, but it appeared there was no such thing as a good mood for her.
,,Cosades would like you to do a little service?” I carefully asked, ready to run as if an army of Daedra was after me.

,,Caius? Maybe I will help him, for a price.” A price, you can never get something without a price here. Aren’t we generous.
,,What do you want?” Let’s hope it didn’t had anything to do with grabbing metal boxes out of a ruin.

,,I want a skull. There is a tomb in the Bitter Coast Region in which the skull of a long dead Dunmer is kept. Of course it has nothing to do with Necromancy.” Yeah, of course not. Not a chance in Oblivion at that. Of course it’s for Necromancy. What else would she need someone’s skull for?
,,Got it. I’ll be back in a couple of days.” I left quickly before the Orc would change her mind and decide that she did want to pound me into the ground.

I brought Ajira her flowers and instantly got jumped by the next job.
Ok, so now I had to buy a bowl from the local trader. Okidoki, that wouldn’t take more than five minutes.

When I came back, one minute later than expected, Ajira had completely forgotten about the stupid bowl.

,,Galbedir has stolen Ajira’s reports. Friend Luper Alkad must find reports for Ajira. Galbedir has not left the guild, so the reports must be here.” Doesn’t this ever stop? I dropped the bowl on her desk and looked around the guild.

One of the reports was underneath a bed. I took a small peek to satisfy my curiosity. Nothing but some boring crap about the usefulness of mushrooms as an ingredient in potions. But the end was different.

,,Ajira works very hard to go all over Bitter Coast and collect all these mushrooms. Ajira deserves rank of Journeyman much sooner than Galbedir.”
What? This was just not right. Ajira travels all over the Bitter Coast? Since when was my name Ajira.

The next report. Was behind a bunch of baskets at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Galbedir’s room. I took a peek in the hope that it was a bit better. It was basically the same thing as the mushroom report, only with the flowers. She wrote all that in just six minutes while I was out to fetch a stupid bowl? And look at this, she did it again.

,,Ajira works very hard to collect these flower samples from the dangerous Lake Amaya. Ajira must do two reports and Galbedir must only do one silly report. Ajira deserves rank of Journeyman very soon now.”
Ok, friend or not, she was not going to get away with it. Time to pay mister sugartooth a visit.

,,Back already? Did you get the information?” The guy seemed genuinely hopeful. Too bad for him.
,,No, not yet. Now step aside and clean up that table. Say, can you imitate people’s writing?" I replied with a big grin.

,,Well, I am a spymaster. What did you expect?”
,,Great. Look, I’ve got these lovely reports here. Now I want you to rewrite them all, but shuffle the effects around a bit.”

He took a quick look at the two reports.
,,This is a report made by a student at the mage guild. Now why would I help you with such a childish action?” He said, looking very insulted. I decided to hit the old man with his own weapons.
,,Look. I don’t want to draw any attention. So if you rewrite those reports, a certain Khajitt is going to create chaos in the guild and no one will notice that I had to do a….sensitive favour for your Orc friend.”
,,Alright. I’ll see what I can do. Just give me an hour.”

It didn’t take long for him to rewrite the reports. I stashed the originals at his place. No one would look for them among the mess that was mister Skooma’s house.

,,Won’t you get caught with that?” He asked in a last attempt to keep me from doing this.
,,Hey, don’t worry. When the whole show starts, there will be only one person who will be blamed for it. And that person isn’t me.

I was back at the mage’s guild a little bit later. Ajira was all too happy with the reports and thanked me again and again. She never even looked at them. Good, that delayed the show till the reports were shown to the steward. Now I had a skull to hunt.