The Story Of Hajima The Nin Ronin, this is kinda long and addictive maybe.. Options

[jchamber]

I got inspiration from you guys, so thanks. Well here it is. Lemme know whatcha think.

(edited for fluidity, immersion, detail, and character touch up)

Chapter one- the begining
Part One
The Uncertainty

"Owww, my head..... dear Mephala!! What hit me?" I found myself with my face buried in a pillow on a hammock and my head was splitting in two. I can't remember what happened that was making my head hurt so bad or why I am lying down but I did know I wanted the pain to stop.

"Quiet, or the guard will hear you, he can be a mean sort." Said a gruff, deep voice. I turned my head to get a veiw of the guy and as I did so realized that I was on a boat, and that I didn't have a sea stomach as nausea overtook me and spilled my previous meal, which seemed to contain little more than a thin soup that I can't remember eating.

"Hey! Watch it!!" said the gruff voice that was now connected to a muscular dark elf with an ear ring, and scar on the right side of his face that took one eye out. He was wearing nothing but a pair of worn out, undyed, perhaps too used... pair of trousers on.

"Sorry 'bout that, I didn't see you were standing so close, good thing you were a little behind me."

"Yea good for yout health too, how are you besides being seasick?"

"My head is feels like it's going to explode, Several parts of my body feel like they have been wounded, I am still tired, and I haven't the strength to turn over to look at my body to see how bad the damage is."

"Well don't worry you'll be fine, gave that guard a mighty good fight though."

"What? Why is there a guard and just how hard did he hit me on the head, I don't even remember getting on this boat, or why I would be on one.. And why did I fight..."

"Slow down there," the man interrupted. "You are on a boat because that is where the guard put ya, the guard is here because I am a murderer and you have undoubtedly been found guilty of something...not that I am saying you did it, ... whatever it was. When the guard brought you to this boat I am guessing you knew you would get seasick or just wanted to escape and you just about did seeing as it took five guards to help the one you gave a thrashing to bring you down. I didn't see it but I heard it, and about it in good detail. I hear one had a hammer and got the back of your head when the other four were trying to get close enough to you, without getting hurt, to grapple you. I heard alot of scolding afterwards, seemed you were not supposed to be hurt getting on, that guard probably got his status revoked. As for this trip I am guessing we are about halfway there and I would suggest you go to sleep if you can't even turn over. By the way I am Jiub, we can will talk later, when you wake up, for now just rest."

And so I allowed myself to stop fighting the weary weakness that poisoned my mind and muscles and just let go...and soon I was standing in a windy foreign terrain. I had never seen anything like it before, the dirt was red and being picked up in the air, there was also another kind of dirt that seemed to be falling from the sky like a very light sprinkle in the storm of red. Before I could gather any more information about the place I heard a voice in my head of a soft but somewhat resounding tone, "They have taken you from the Imperial city's prison, first by carridge and now by boat. To the east... to Morrowind, fear not for I am watching. You have been chosen"

My shoulder was shaking, I began to wake up...to that gruff voice of Jiub's "Wake up, we're here. Why are you shaking? are you ok? Wake up. Stand up,... there you go. You were dreaming. What's your name? Forgot to ask before you passed out again.

"Owwwwww, I am still really sore, so take it easy on the sholder. Um, gimme a minute I just had a really weird dream.....Um .....BAH why can't I remember....I am sorry I can't remember my name right now, so just call me whatever you want."

"I think you seem like a Ganthar"

"That sounds bad lets go with Hanthimar instead."

"What do I care, it's your name."

"Fine then until I can remember my name we agree on Hanthimar"

"Ok, well, Hanthimar not even last night's storm could wake you, I heard them say we've reached Morrowind. I'm sure they'll let us go!" Jiub said hopefully. "Quiet, here comes the guard."

I could see him coming down the steps at the other end of the lower level of the boat, he looked very serious, but almost comical in that he only had one bracer on and one bracer off. His clothes were dark, but his boots and overvest were lighter. They might provide a little bit of protection...why am I thinking like that, I don't want to hurt the person who might let me go....now he was upon me and began to speak in a light, but very official, voice, "This is where you get off, come with me." I now noticed that the Imperial had some facial hair and was begining to bald, but that was at this point irrelivent. I was more worried about how I couldn't remember my own name. As the guard walked away I was caught up in my own thoughts, trying to remember something. The guard stopped and looked back threateningly.

"You better do what they say," said Jiub. So I got over my daze and followed the guard. When I got to the door in the floor of the top level a woman behind the stairs said, "The sooner you leave, the sooner we can move on." She was a ....well no better than a female dog let's say....That thought was interrupted by the gaurd from below that was escorting me,

"Get yourself up on deck and let's keep that as civil as possible." I paused for a moment to hate the woman, and the male guard gave me a small light push with a, "On deck now, prisoner" So I headed on up the stairs in front of me. I never could have guessed what I was to find at the top.

This post has been edited by jchamber: Feb 15 2006, 06:37 AM

[jchamber]

UPDATE TIME! Well I don't usually like to cut off with going to sleep or dreams like I did in the last one because it is used as the cut-off point too often IMO, but it seemed the right spot for this particular situation.



Chapter Two- Roots in a Strange Place
Part Three- Parting Woes


"Hey get up, it's time to go. I hope you are slept up for the time being and that you have some sealegs." I was being dragged along the ground, I must really have not wanted to get up, it was still dark and I couldn't have been asleep but a few hours. "get up already, you layabout! I can't carry you all the way there!" He said that as if he thought he was carrying me now. I got my legs under me and started to run and he let go of me.

"What the hell is going on? Why am I getting dragged like a blanket? And where are we off to in such a hurry? ....did you say sealegs?" Oh god...the day I was brought to Morrowind and the horrible seasickness I had when in the boat was all too fresh in my mind.

"That's right we are getting out of here with a boat I killed the owner of...overcharging, insulting, stuck-up lizard n'wah!" He seemed really mad....and I was a little scared, but I couldn't go with this psyco-nut on the sea, where we would be alone for an extended perios of time.

"Sorry man, I have to thank you for getting me out of that place and all...but I can't ride on the sea, I throw up and pass out and can't stand up and "

"You're just making excuses, come on!"

"No really, that stuff all happened when I was brought over from Cyrodiil Prison. I wa.." He had stopped and was looking at me with a mix of curiousity, doubt, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I don't remember you, and I was in that same prison not all that long ago....why don't you tell me your prisoner number?"

"I came in after you would have left, I wasn't there long before I was shipped out." I didn't really know what my number way or how long I had been at the prison but that seemed unwise to say to the man who was trying to toke me with him onto the sea.

"Yea you couldn't commit any crimes like murder the way you are, too weak to kill someone unless it is a guard you never met before and thought needed put under because it was best for the local townpeople....It is killers like you that give us killers a weak reputation, I wouldn't have people after me for killing those guards if all killers were like me everyone in this town would have been the ones to get on the boats and left in fear. That's the way it should be. I deserve fear and respect....you don't deserve to have been given the right to kill another person...you just aren't really up to it." I was really worried that he was going to decide that I didn't deserve to live next so I wanted to start back into town, but I didn't want him to think I would be telling people where to find him. I decided that there was another, smater way out of this as he went on rambleing, "and why is it that you are the one that had to get a note to go see Caius?"

This time it was my turn to interrupt him, "What? Did I say anything about that?"

"I went through all the stuff in that building you were in to see what you or they had that might be able to pay for my services, there was a lack of stuff to pay me with."

"Oh, my god! I can't believe you took all that time to do that. No wonder we ran into those guards before we left, they would still be alive if you had just got me and left."

"Hey I was in there for the loot, I didn't even know you were there and I am starting to wish you hadn't been. You know what I can sail that boat myself, I don't want you around all that time...go back to the village and get out my hair." I turned around and "before that though you are going with me to the ship and untie it when I am on the deck."

"Sure, that works for me. Hey you sounded like you know Caius. Where and who is he?"

"Move, Move, Move, he is an aquaintance of mine, we have a mutually beneficial relationship, not too much unlike the kind I had considered letting you have with me. He is in a corner of Balmora, the southwest one. We're here so get busy getting that rope off."

"Hey! There he is!! This way constables!! To the docks, HE'S TRYING TO GET AWAY!!!" Some guy from several hundred feet behind me was yelling.

"Untie that rope and I will make sure you don't get in trouble for what I did, even though it is your fault they aren't running scared of me." He sure wasn't going to let that one go, I am not too sure why he was going to help me out but if I was going to be here that was for the best. These thoughts ceased as soon as I figured out how he was going to prove that I wasn't an accomplice. I had untied the steel chains.....and he pulled out a dagger and threw it at me.