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]

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,,What is it, Outlander? Don’t tell me you want to ride at this time of the day. I was just about to settle in for the night.” The Dark Elf could only just keep himself from calling me by a less polite name.

I had spent the rest of the day cleaning up and preparing my new home to be filled with all my possessions I left back in Seyda Neen. Getting rid of the dead body was the hardest part, there were no Slaughterfish here. In the end I just waited till night fell before putting him in a bag and dumping him in the river.

,,Yes, I need a ride to Vivec.”
,,Vivec? That’s a long way. I won’t do it, it’s too late for that.”
Great, and how was I supposed to take care of the slave Rabinna? I had a talent for getting in trouble on my own, so I wanted to get this done with as quickly as possible. I decided to bluff a bit.

,,Listen, pal. My master really needs this slave and if he hears that the reason for the delay was that a caravaner refused to give us a ride, all three of us are going to be in big trouble. Now I’ll make it up to you. How about double the normal fare for both of us? That would come down to about a hundred septims in total. Quite a nice bonus, don’t you think?”

,,Well, maybe. Now who did you say your master was?” I could see his resolve beginning to crumble. I’d shown him the carrot, time to increase the size of the stick.
,,My master prefers to be anonymous. If I told you who he was, he’d be forced to take certain….precautions if you know what I mean. He is very wealthy and powerful.”
,,Oh, alright. Now I only do this because I don’t want you to be late for your appointment, understand? Hop onboard.”

Riding on a Siltstrider through the night is an unforgettable experience. You should really bribe a caravaner someday to see it for yourself. Rabinna didn’t had time to look at it though, her attention was completely devoted to the bucket that was being filled at an alarming rate.

Me? I didn’t needed it this time. Maybe I should explain it. It isn’t the movement of the Siltstrider that makes me sick, it is the memories that are called by these movements. A Siltstrider moves like a boat. I grew up on one, and my last memory of the boat wasn’t a happy one.

That was fiftheen years ago. It was time to put it behind myself and instead focus on the happier moments. I was quite proud of myself for not needing the bucket anymore.

I was nearly sad when we reached Vivec. Riding on a Siltstrider is nice if you don’t spend the time with your head in a bucket.

Now Vivec was huge. No really, it made Balmora look like a bunch of shacks in the middle of nowhere. All the time we followed the road to Ebonheart, only bothered by the occasional rat, the giant cantons of Vivec could be seen to our left.

Ebonheart was an impressive castle of its own, but it would easily fit in just one of the huge cantons of Vivec. I left Rabinna with the Argonian who was in charge of the Argonian Mission and also heard a sad story.

According to the Argonian, slaves were sometimes used by smugglers as mobile containers for drugs. Same thing with Rabinna. She was forced to swallow a big bag that was probably filled with moonsugar. That explained why Vorar Helas was so intent on killing her. He would have succeeded if I didn’t killed him first.

There was a bad part to the whole story. When the bag in Rabinna’s stomach would finally dissolve, she would become one hell of a drug addict. I hope these Twin Lamp people know how to deal with that.

After receiving a nice bag of septims as a reward, I left the building and made my way back to Vivec. I was happy I could help the poor slave, but travelling alone was definitely much better. Fighting when you had to watch out for a fragile slave was a nightmare. I made it back to the entrance to Vivec near the Siltstrider when the sun began to show itself over the hills.

,,We are watching you, scum.” Yeah, and you really need that mask to hide your ugly face.
The guards here were the rudest and least friendly by far of all the guards I had encountered.
Now where would I begin to look for Caius’s little informants? One of them was commonly found in some sort of club in the Foreign Canton. Seeing as I was in the same canton, I decided that this lizard would be the first one to tell me everything Caius needed to know, and maybe a bit more.