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]

A bit of asking around quickly directed me to the club in the heart of the canton. How someone could live in this big rock cave was beyond me. I got claustrophobic just thinking about it.

Anyway, my lizard friend was having fun consuming the local alcohol, with three very drunk Dark Elves as company. He was the only Argonian in the room, so I went up to him.

,,Excuse me, are you Huleeya by chance?” A small nod confirmed my suspicions. Good, only five minutes of walking and I’d already found one of Caius’s informants. I hoped that all of them were so easy to find, especially considering the size of the damn city.

,,Great. Now I’ve been sent by someone known as Caius Cosades to retrieve a bit of information. Are you ready to answer any questions I have?” Might as well get straight to the point, I thought. Too bad it wasn’t smooth sailing after all.
,,Huleeya will answer your questions. But Huleeya wants to go to Jobasha’s bookstore where he can read. But these Dunmer prevent Huleeya from leaving. Huleeya cannot fight them, for his Morag Tong honour forbids it.” Excuse me, you’re a coldblooded assassin yet you don’t dare to fight a bunch of drunks? This was hilarious.

I casually took a look at the Dark Elves and our surroundings. Despite their alcohol, they weren’t as drunk as I first thought they were. Their movements were still coordinated enough to put up a decent fight. So it would be three against two, and I didn’t dare to rely on Huleeya. Assassins rely on the element of surprise to take out their target without ever being spotted. In a straight up match, they’re better than your average farmer, but not by much. Not too mention he didn’t looked like he would help in the first place. Add other customers, a crowded area filled with furniture and you had all the things I prefer to avoid in a fight.

After getting something to drink I walked to the center of the room. Didn’t Caius say that the tongue can be sharper than the sword? It was time to find out.
,,May I have your attention please?” I loudly shouted through the room. Sure enough, people turned to watch me, most of them looking rather annoyed and complaining about the rude outlander.

,,Thank you. Now as you may or may not know, the Ordinators want to hold a party here. A private party. Since it will start in two hours and I want our honoured host to have time to prepare, I would like you all to drink up your drinks and leave this establishment. That’s all, thank you.” Silly, I know but it was all I could think of.

,,Why do you tell us this, Outlander?” One of the Dark Elves said. One of the most important things about bluffing is that you have to stick to the same story, you can’t suddenly start talking about something else.

,,Cause they hired me to get this place empty. If they come in and find that there are still customers in here, they’ll have to do it themselves. And you don’t want to know what an annoyed Ordinator would do. Now drink up your drink and please leave.” I turned back to the rest of the customers.
,,Come on, people. Didn’t you hear me? Finish drinking and leave. When the Ordinators come for their party, this place has to shine.” One by one, everyone left.

,,Ready to go to the bookstore?” I asked the assassin with a grin. When we arrived in the bookstore a bit later, he told me everything he knew.

More stuff about this Nerevarine dude and about this sixth house. Why always the same questions? Maybe Caius had smelled the trail of something big. If it was enough to be worthy of the attention of the province’s spymaster, it had to be big. Whatever was the case, one informant down and two more to go. I just hoped there wouldn’t be any problems any more. By now I was really starting to wonder why things could never go as smooth as I wanted them to go.