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]

An interesting place, but it really gets on my nerves. I wouldn't be surprised if I went back someday and turned it into a ghost town. Anyway, here's the update.




I was right, Hla Oad was close. It was small though. Just a few shacks near the water. I doubted there was much to find here, but with a bit of luck I would find a bed. If not, I could always sleep on the floor.

,,Excuse me?” I tried with the first person I ran across.
,,What is it, filthy outlander?” Hmm, not too friendly, are we?
I tried my best to keep my charmes around me, a night’s sleep in a bed was worth more than venting my anger at the moment.
,,I was just passing through. Would you like to tell me of the services I could receive here?”

,,There is Fat Leg’s Dropoff. It’s the local tradehouse. Not much else to find here. Our primary trade here is fishing.”
After thanking the woman, I made my way to the building she’d pointed at.

Even Seyda Neen was better than this. What was called the tradehouse closely resembled my shack back there. Just a few twigs of wood tied together in an unstable construction that didn’t even managed to keep out the wind. No bed either as I soon found out. A trapdoor caught my eye however, and I went down it. I could here voices, maybe the real tradehouse was underground.

Well, the tradehouse was underground, but it dealt in different goods than I’d expected. The place appeared to be a big cave with several wooden walkways. I made my way to who looked the most like a trader.

,,Excuse me. But would you be so kind as to tell me what you trade in?” I asked. Always try to be friendly.
,,Well, at the moment I don’t trade in much. But you look like you could use a bed, my friend. Tell you what, if you do me a favour, I’ll give you a bed for the night.” Bingo, one bed coming right up.
,,I could use a bed. So what’s the favour?”

,,I’m in a small debt with a friend of mine. Since I don’t have the money, I’ll pay him in goods.”
He waved to his assistant, who brought the “goods” into view.

All thoughts of finding a bed left my mind. All I really wanted to do right now was to put my sword through their ugly faces. A slave, he was dealing in slaves. And you usually don’t pick slaves out of the ocean. Which meant that this was a big smuggling town that could be found on every map. Why in the name of Jagar Tharn is slavery legal here? Damn, I just used the wrong name. Slavery would have been right up in the late battlemage’s alley.

,,Could you take this one to Vorar Helas in Balmora? His house shouldn’t be hard to find. I know that it’s not much to look at, but the true value is on the inside.” He laughed at his own joke. The dirty piece of slime.

,,Fine, I’ll do it.” Like I would, the moment I got to this Vorar Helas, I would buy the poor thing from him. If I could keep myself from starting a massacre here, that was.
,,Good, now I’ll show you the bed. Come on, follow me.” He didn’t even notice my internal conflict.
,,I would prefer to deliver the slave now, if you don’t mind.” No way I would be able to get a good night’s rest with the thought of the poor Khajitt in the hands of those monsters.
,,Whatever. Thanks, mate. I owe you one.” Yeah, and the price would be your head if I ever saw it again. I hate slavers.

The Khajitt was too frightened to talk and simply followed me. She’d been treated badly, that was for sure. Damn monsters, may they burn in Oblivion for eternity.
Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood for a long conversation anyway, so the silence was nice.

And it allowed me to keep my ears focussed for the sounds of the local wildlife that might show an unhealthy interest in my companion. I made sure that not a single rat, Nix-Hound or Cliffracer ever got close to hurting her even further.
The roads would be a big detour, so I decided to pass over the mountains and then follow the riverbank. It would lead us right to Balmora with a lot less trouble. Or so I thought.

I motioned the Khajit to stop when we reached the top of the mountain. In the depths, the Odai river flowed. But that wasn’t what I was looking at, I was looking at the thing. It was barely visible in the fog, but it was unmistakably some kind of large lizard. Two legs like treetrunks, two giant tusks with an equally huge mouth between them and a scaly skin that rippled with the muscles underneath. Definitely not my favourite creature to encounter.

It was either going back to the roads or straight through it. The roads would be too hard for my patience, so this lizard would have to pay the price. Since I wanted to start the engagement as comfortable as possible, I smacked a fireball in its back. Bellowing a battlecry, the thing turned around and charged.

I should’ve taken out my Silver Claymore. But sometimes, I tend to do things without thinking. I considered the weapon too beautiful to waste on anything, so my Katana would have to do the job again.

I sidestepped the charging Kagouti and hacked at its armoured head. My katana only made a small scratch in its skin. I was thrown of my feet by the tusks when it bashed me with its head. The blow send me flying through the sky for a few metres at least.

This looked bad. I’d chosen to fight it and now found I could not win. If it wasn’t for the Bonemold, that hit would have cracked my bones like a little twig, but it was still painfull.
There was only one way out, and there was no time to inform the slave about my plan. Getting up to my feet, I pushed her off the cliff and then jumped after her, towards the cold water that streamed below.