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]

And an early update. Enjoy!







,,Murderer! What have you done?!” I just killed the guy, wasn’t that obvious?
Fighting those two guards definitely wasn’t an option. They were some of the best fighters in the city and had the advantage of numbers. Damn, and I just began to enjoy my freedom.

,,You’re coming with us, Outlander. You are now officially accused of coldblooded murder within city boundaries. Hand over your weapons slowly and let us put a slave bracer on you so you don’t use any magicka.” The biggest of them said. Great, I had no idea how I could talk my way out of this.

,,What’s all that noise? Can’t an old man enjoy his Skooma here?” Uh oh, there was Caius. He didn’t look to happy. Now I was really in trouble. He would probably turn the sentence from lifelong to execution and give a stupid speech about not drawing any attention.

,,Excuse me? We are arresting a dangerous criminal, citizen. Please step aside.” The shortest of the two guards said. Caius looked more like a drugaddict than ever. He shoved the spy aside and came towards me.

,,Oh no. Don’t tell me he was at it again. There goes my drug dealer. I told him that this hobby of his was going to kill him someday. Dragging Outlanders into your home and then try to kill them for fun is a dangerous way to spend your time.”
Both guards turned their back at me and stared at the shirtless man.

,,What did you say?”
,,This man isn’t a criminal. He just defended himself the moment he noticed that the only reason why late Helas here dragged him into his house was to kill him. Besides, look at the Redguard. Does he look like the man who needs to kill for money? That weapon looks very expensive to me. Though I’m not an expert.”
I had to admit it, the way he manipulated those guards with his voice was amazing. Even I nearly believed his story. Now I knew why he was called a spymaster.

,,I see. Sorry for the misunderstanding, Outlander. Consider the house yours to compensate for the inconvenience. I certainly hope that your stay in Balmora will be a pleasant one.” The two guards walked out of the door, leaving me to simply stare at their backs.

,,That was amazing. Thanks, sir. You just saved my life.” I told the spy.
,,Don’t thank me just like that.” He replied, looking really furious.
,,Please wait here for a while. Make yourself comfortable.” He said to the slave and then dragged me over to his own house.

,,Now what was that all about? I told you not to draw unwanted attention. And now you killed someone right next to my home. I suppose you’ve got a good reason for all this?” Oops, he was really mad at me now.
,,I just couldn’t let him kill that slave. That’s all.” What else could I say but the truth?

,,I see. Now who brought the slave to him in the first place? You did that.”
,,Now wait a minute. I didn’t do it so he could kill her, nor did I do it for any kind of reward. This was my decision and I’ll face the consequences. The moment I delivered her, I would have bought her.”

,,So then you would have a slave of your own. How considerate. Now how many spies have a slave?” He still wasn’t convinced to let me go, was he?

,,How many spies spend a fortune on Skooma? But slave and being a slave are two different things. Slave is a title, while being a slave is about how you’re treated. If your owner treats you well, you have the title but you’re not a slave. Get it? Now you clearly still want me around for your information gathering, or you wouldn’t have even attempted to take those guards of my back.”

He actually smiled. ,,That was a good speech you held. Maybe I should train you in the power of words. Your tongue can be much sharper than your sword. Yes, I still need you. But having a slave is very bad for your cover. She may, without wanting it, become a leak. Now, I suggest you take her to Ebonheart. It is just to the southwest of Vivec and holds a building known as the Argonian Mission. That place exists to free slaves and bring them back home. Take her there and then go to Vivec where I want you to search out three informants.”

He gave me a piece of paper. ,,All the mission details are written there. Vivec can be reached by Siltstrider. I suggest you travel by night. And one last thing. We are neighbours now, so I think we should at least try to get along.”
I laughed at that.

,,Every time I kill someone here, I get to have their house. Maybe I should go into real estate.” I said.
,,May the Divines have mercy on us when that happens.” Caius laughed himself. If you ignored his Skooma problem, he wasn’t so bad after all.