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]

Thank you. The Tavern owner will come back. I've got an idea, but it will need to grow a bit more. Anyway, enjoy the update.





Up, down, up, down. This city was driving me nuts. Couldn’t they’ve built it at least a bit more travelfriendly? And I was not going to pay for a boat trip.

After a long walk, I finally arrived in the canton where my next informant would be. Unlike with my cowardly assassin friend, asking around this time gave me no information that gave me a location more specific than “somewhere”. With a grumbling stomach, I settled in at a local club. This was probably one of the few good sides to Vivec, there was a place to get food in every canton.

After filling my stomach, I went to the most likely place to find the little kitten, the sewers. How in the name of Fargoth could the Khajitt handle the stench down here? Oh well, the local rat population was rapidly diminished.

After working my way through a few rats I still had found no sign of her. Maybe this was simply the wrong place? There were a few torches up ahead, and a person standing next to them. No Khajitt, but maybe I could get some information.

,,Hello, Redguard. You here to join the Daedric cult?” Oh, so this was the local shrine. In the middle of the sewers, it instantly showed me that this local religion was less than legal.
,,No, but have you by chance seen a..…..” My words were cut short by the sword that came my way. Guess that this cult didn’t like any trespassers.

Maybe I could’ve taken her, maybe not. Whatever was the case, I wasn’t in the mood for a fight here. The damn stench would distract me. So I turned tail and ran till I went around a corner where I waited.

Sure enough, the cultist had been following me and tripped over the leg I stuck out in front of her path. The stench was horrible, but falling in the dirty water must’ve been even worse. If she hadn’t tried to kill me, I might’ve felt sorry.

,,I only wanted to ask you if you’d seen a Khajitt hanging around here. But since I can see one of in the distance, I guess I don’t need your help anymore. Now go back to your shrine and be a good little guard over there. I’ve got better things to do than play around with you all day.” With those words, I cast my waterwalking spell and crossed to the other side of the tunnel, making sure I kept away from her sword.

The Khajitt had a horribly long name and was unwilling to give me the information. Only after doing a little favour would she be willing to help. Alright, I was getting used to this by now. It looked like my furred friend was a smuggler. At least, that’s what a Census and Excise agent thought. Ah, the Census and Excise, old friends. This would be fun.
He wasn’t too hard to find, I just had to look for the only Imperial who was trying his best not to be noticed while he observed the waistworks. He failed miserably at not being noticed. I walked up to him with a nice plan already in my head.

,,May I help you with anything, Outlander?” It felt good to use that word myself for a change. He eyed me suspiciously but soon started smiling. I looked like any average mercenary, the type that could be bought.

,,Why, yes. I’m looking for a friend of mine, Addhiranirr. Perhaps you know where to find her? I can give you something for the trouble.” He answered. Great, I was about to trick someone and he would pay me to do it. Oh, I love it when I meet an Imperial like that.
,,Sure, she’s hiding from someone who believes that she’s a smuggler. I’ll take you to her. Make sure we’re not followed by the Census and Excise agent.” A few septims switched owners and we were off, back to the sewers.

,,Oh, this place doesn’t smell too nice, now does it? It must be hard on her, having to hide in a place like this.” So I wasn’t the only person who noticed. It would be a shame to soil those expensive clothes of him, but I didn’t care. I followed the flow of the water till I found what I was looking for. Say goodbye to the Imperial.

,,And this is where we go our separate ways. Goodbye, sir. It was fun to fool you.” I told him with a huge grin.
,,What, what are you doing?! AHH!” With a big splash, I threw the Imperial in the water and saw how the current swept him away. He would probably be spit out of the sewers into the lake a few minutes later. Hopefully he’d learned his lesson. If not, that was not my concern. I would have all the information I needed by that time.

Unlike Huleeya, the smuggling Khajitt believed that the phrophecies of this Nerevarine were only stories meant to scare little kittens. But what she said about the sixth house was more worrying. Smuggling had stopped over the normal channels. Oh, they still smuggled, but not for their normal employees. And they were very silent about their employees. The Khajitt believed that the sixth house was this new employee.

This was getting interesting. Strangely enough, I actually started to look forward to meeting the next informant. Caius sure found an interesting subject to ask information about. And this Nerevar was connected through history with an ancient sixth house. A sixth house that was presumed destroyed, but still existed according to the Khajitt. Perhaps if the sixth house still existed, there might be a small bit of truth behind the Nerevarine phrophecies. Whatever was the case, I was glad I could leave the stench of the sewers behind.