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]

Alright, here is the update. In reality, Fjoll never managed to put a scratch on me. Same thing with the Kagouti. Adrenaline Rush makes the Redguard way too powerful. But it isn't fun to write that way. Anyway, here's the update.




Hitting the water from such a high altitude is like slamming into a brick wall with the force of a battering ram. In other words, quite a painful experience. My momentum carried me on till I hit the bottom of the river, causing further pain to my tormented body. Only barely awake, I struggled back up to the surface, with my armour doing a good job at dragging me down.

That was the most painful dive in my whole life, and I was the one wearing armour here. Who knows how it must have felt to the Khajit. I looked around for a few seconds before I finally found her.

She was drifting in the water with her face pointing at the bottom of the river, clearly unconscious. Though I felt like I had been crushed underneath a Siltstrider, she was my top priority. Don’t you love this heroic silliness? So I managed to swim towards her and started to take the necessary precautions. I raised her face above the water while pumping as much restorative magicka into her frail body as I could muster. I hoped that the damage would be repairable. After a few worried moments, the Khajit regained consciousness and spat the last drops of water out of her lungs. At least she turned out to be a good swimmer. Now that I didn’t had to worry about her drowning, I could asses our current situation.

We had been drifting downstream for a while now and where getting further from Balmora with each passing second. The water was freezing cold and I didn’t had the magicka left to perform an underwater fireball to heat it. Man, this was ridiculous. I should use the magicka for waterwalking or waterbreathing, not as some silly waterheater. The worst news was that I lost my Katana and that it had been swept away by the current. I would miss my trusty blade.

Setting these thoughts aside, I helped the slave upstream. I was pleasantly surprised that the river was completely devoid of Slaughterfish. As long as there wasn’t a Cliffracer flying around, we could swim right into Balmora without any trouble. That’s what we did, though I did make sure there were a few chances to rest.

We must have made quite a weird sight, being all soaking wet. I asked a guard about where to find Vorar Helas and then took the time to dry up. Once dry, I was as ready for my confrontation with the slave master as possible.

Well, this was nice. So mister Imperial spymaster was Helas’s neighbour. Maybe I should have a talk with him about the ethics involved in slavery, though I doubt he would care. As long as slavery would keep the province from turning against the empire, he would keep it.

The door was locked, but it was no match for a bit of lockpicking.
,,Who are you? How did you get in?” A Dark Elf. I should’ve known.
,,I just came here on an errant from your friend back in Hla Oad. He sent you this slave.” I pointed at the Khajit who was trembling with fear. With good reason, as I soon found out.

,,I see. Yes, now if you would be so kind as to wait for a moment. I’ll just finish my business and then you shall receive your reward.” He said as he raised a Chitin dagger. No need to ask what he was about to do.
,,Touch her, and you’re death, you Dark Elf scum.” I said, moving my hand to the Claymore on my back to illustrate my point.

,,Ah, so you don’t like the way we do business here? Well, that is quite unfortunate. I think I’ll just have to kill you both. I believe your belongings will fetch a nice price.” What, he really thought he could kill both of us with that miserable dagger of his? This guy was sick.

But I never told him that, I had different problems. Like the paralyzing spell he put on me. I could do nothing but watch as he tried to take down the slave, who put up quite an impressive fight. But the dagger won over the claws in the end and he got ready to strike the finishing blow.

Except that a certain Silver Claymore wielded by yours truly was send into him with enough force to pass through his spine, his heart and ribs to emerge on the other side and stop a hair’s width from entering the Khajit in the same blow. So as a result, the finishing blow never happened. I pulled the sword back out and watched how the corpse dropped to the ground. A few seconds later, two guards stormed into the building, attracted by all the noise of the fight. All they saw was a wounded Khajit, a dead Dark Elf and a Redguard who was holding a large sword from which blood was still dripping to the floor.