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, another update and all that stuff.
And about my guard problem, I'll have to start all over again. I found that I needed some real big cheating just to survive. That will take time, but it will give me the chance to do things again, and a bit better this time.
(Such as saving poor Rabinna. I couldn't protect her when we were attacked by three Cliffracers and a Kagouti after we were surprised by an ash storm. *starts crying*)



I knew of only one tomb, and that was the one in the Bitter Coast Region. Sure, works for me.
I had softened it up a bit the last time I paid the tomb a visit, so I shouldn’t have much of a problem cleaning up what was left.

I was wrong. Barely one step after I’d entered the tomb, a ghost had already impaled itself on my sword. It looked like every creature I killed last time had been replaced. Here we go again.

It makes things easier if you know what to expect and I got past the two skeletons and the second ghost without a scratch. I’d better find the skull quick, though. If I had to deal with that respawning skeleton archer too many times, I’d run out of things to throw at the wall.

One door caught my attention, thanks to the sounds coming from behind it. I carefully opened it and found myself face to face with a Bonewalker. No problem, a bit of hacking later and it was turned into bite-sized chunks. But I already had lunch, so I left it on the floor. Besides, decaying flesh isn’t exactly my favourite.

And look at that, one really big skull was sitting in one of those ash pits. If this one wasn’t big enough, I didn’t know what could be big enough. Oh well, time to head back.

Ajira’s report would be shown to the steward later that day and I didn’t want to miss that. So despite my hate for Siltstriders, I found myself on the back of one again. Let’s just say that the bucket came in handy again.

,,Oh, hello again, Redguard.” I nodded at the steward and made my way into the guild. The skull in my bag made me very nervous. If someone would see it, I was in big trouble. I doubted that I could survive the entire guild throwing spells at me. At least it looked like the show was about to start. Ajira walked up to the steward with the reports in her hands. I stopped to watch.

,,Good, Ajira. May I take a look.” The steward took the reports and was soon frowning.
,,I’m sorry. But are you sure this is correct?” Reports handed back to Ajira, Ajira takes a look at them, time to prepare for lots of noise.
,,GALBEDIR!!!” Wow, I never knew that Khajit could scream that hard.

,,Galbedir *sob*, stole Ajira’s reports and *sob*, made them bad!”
I have to admit, I felt a bit sorry. I knew that Ajira wouldn’t like it, but I never thought she would cry. Crying Khajit break my heart.

I found the Orc during all the commotion and slipped the skull in her arms.
,,I suggest you put this somewhere safe fast. We’ll take care of the rest later.” I told her and turned my attention back to Ajira.

Galbedir had arrived at the scene.
,,Galbedir, do you admit that you took Ajira’s reports and changed them?” The steward asked her. I suddenly noticed that the females outnumbered the males in this hall by a lot. Maybe women have got more talent with this stuff? How do I get these thoughts anyway?

,,No, master. I am completely innocent.” Galbedir answered without showing any sign that she was lying. I bet she’d practised this for a long time.

,,Well, Ajira. I am afraid that I won’t be able to award you the rank of Journeyman at this moment.” Ajira ran of crying. Now I really felt like a big bully. Maybe I could comfort her later, but first I needed to serve the emperor and all that crap.

,,Hi, I was wondering if you could help me with my ancient myths of Morrowind studies?” Funnily enough, the Orc acted a lot more friendly now that she knew I was with Caius. I wondered if she would tell him what had happened with Ajira. Anyway, I received a note for Caius and was out of the hall a bit later.

I read the note on the way. It was some stuff about some Dark Elf named Nerevar who died fighting against the ultimate evil and stuff. Then there was something about a bunch of people who believed that this Nerevar would return, beat up a bunch of gods and drive all of us outlanders of the land. Yeah, and I’m Tiber Septim.

I dropped the note of at Caius and was very happy to learn that I should do some freelance work while he worked out the information. Good, I’d seen enough of my shirtless friend for a few days. I dropped by with Ra’Virr and bought a bit of moonsugar. Maybe I could cheer Ajira up a bit.