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]

Thanks, Kiln. I really need to put the time aside someday to catch up on your fic.

jchamber, I understand what you mean. My conversations tend to be a bit...chaotic. And the namescrewing thing is running towards its end. I either use the real name (or part of it, like only using the first name) or I simply don't give a name at all. But Caius isn't going to get away from the insults that easily.

Now, sorry about the lack of updates, but I ran into writer's block. *yeah, the cheapest excuse there is, I know.*
What follows is my attempt at putting my theft of a silver claymore out of a guard tower in Balmora into the story. (I just dropped the thing on the ground and paid of the guard. I'm surprised I wasn't cut into tiny bits.)




Next morning really wasn’t funny. Not only did I awoke with the feeling that I was submerged in lava, I also had a terrible nightmare. I won’t go into details, but I remember someone wearing a big golden mask who was joking around with a bunch of dead dudes.
I just lied there, gasping for breath. Finally, after what felt for an eternity but probably lasted just a few seconds, the agony fled. This was not my favourite start of a new day.

There wasn’t much chance for me to catch some more sleep, so I got out of the bed. I took some breakfast and sneaked out of the hall a few minutes later. Everyone was still asleep, and I had no intention of waking them. I needed some time away from people I knew. Time to think. I wandered the city that was still covered in darkness and gazed upwards at the moons. It was a beautiful sight.

,,Hold it, Redguard.” What in the name of the Daedra? What did I do wrong this time? I turned around, expecting to see one of the local guards, but was greeted by the sight of a Dark Elf wearing a green robe and bearing a scar similar to the one that Dark Elf on the prison ship had.

,,I am a sleeper, one of thousands. Lord Dagoth has awoken and the sixth house shall rise from the ashes. The lord shall command us and drive all outlanders away from our land. Take what you can and leave now, for the lord said that all shall greet him as flesh or as dust.” Ok, now this guy must’ve received serious brain damage with that scar.

To get away from the freak, I ran into the first building I saw, one of the guard towers. I really wanted to be left alone. The building was a bad choice. Since it was a guard tower, I should’ve known that there would be a guard inside. I brushed him aside muttering something along the lines of wanting to take in the view from the rooftop.

The view was amazing. I could look from one end of the city to the other and even look over some of the mountains that surrounded the city. The sight of seeing the sun rise over the top of the mountains was something no one would forget. But life called for me in the form of a grumbling stomach, so I went back down in the hope of getting lunch.
The guard seemed to have ended his duty and was now replaced with a new one. Same armour and stuff, only a bit dirtier. He had his back turned, so I mentally prepared myself for the questioning that would with no doubt begin the moment he saw me. My eyes caught the sight of a shining blade in the process.

I leaned in closer for a better look. On a desk, someone had placed a large Claymore. It was excessively decorated and shone so brightly, it had to be silver. A beautiful and expensive weapon, but I doubted that it was very practical. Most weapons like that are for ceremonial purposes, not actual combat. I just couldn’t control myself, I had to pick it up to try out its balance.

,,You, thief!” Oh, great. Why did the damn guard have to see me now? And why is the first thing he said the word thief?

,,Look.” I started. Getting into a close quarters fight with a guard was the last thing I needed. It was deadly and even if I won, I would be in big trouble with the other guards. ,,I’m not trying to steal it.”

Then I got an idea. The sword looked like it hadn’t been used in a while, but its balance was exceptional. I’d fallen in love with the shining blade. ,,Say, how much is it worth?” I asked.

The guard attempted to scratch his head, but the helmet got in the way. I pity these guys, they can never get out of their armour, no matter how warm it is. They aren’t even allowed to remove their helmet to wipe the sweat of their face.

,,Well, Outlander. It…uh….it is for sale, but it’s quite valuable, you know.” He stammered. Behold, the eternal conflict between duty and greed.
,,How much, guard?”
,,Umm…..371 Septims.”
,,Deal.” I said before he could change his mind, handed him the Septims and walked out with my new toy. Now I felt like taking a little vacation in the Bitter Coast Region. I dropped by with the guild to say that I was going to see what plants grew there as a study and walked out of the gate when the sun was at its highest point. The bad dream had been nearly forgotten.