Elessar's Story, My first fiction Options

[Elidor]

OKay this is my first attempt at a fan fiction so be gentle

Prologue

I was not in a good mood. My luck really wasnt that bad, usually in a night I could at least pull off one successful excursion into a local shop for a meal. But tonight it was most unfortunate the owner of the nearest tavern had decided now was the day to install a set of bars to his window.

"Hmm must have caught on to the fact he was constantly robbed blind by yours truly through that opening every other week" I mused to myself, strolling through the damp, well-trodden cobblestone streets.

I recounted in my head the, now I thought about it, quite strange fact my favorite target,the local tavern, slowly receeding into the darkness of the failing moons, had finally had the the crumbling lower corner of its storeroom outback fixed too.

Ohwell another cold, hungry night I thought, sidling through the crack of a rundown shack I had claimed as my own. The now lit, small guttering light of the only candle in my room gently revealed an old inch thick matress on the floor beside a pile of crumbled clothing. There wasnt much room beacuase of the half caved-in wall but it was something of a sanctuary for me, safe from prying eyes and other hopeful thieves.

Lying back on my matress I slowly allowed sleep to come, uttering a small prayer to any god that helped poor thieves, blowing out the candle and closing my eyes.

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Sunlight beamed in through the opening of my little haunt and brought me slowly to my senses.
Yawning lightly and getting up, I pulled on my cleanest set of clothes (pilfered from a commoners house, stupidly unlocked and unfortunately devoid of anything more useful) and hid my knife in the sole of my shoe.

As I emerged into the street, passed by folks of the less pleasant sort, I stopped to decide on what to do. Hunger was again gnawing at me and food seemed a great idea.

So decided, I padded off after the tavern, folks at the Green Tunic were hardly as watchful as they should have been and many the unguarded purse was easily accessible; upon slipping into the dank old building I carefully looked around, drunks and haughty nobles were easy, especially the latter as they considered themselves above the menial complication of being robbed and rarely expected it for some reason.

Peering through the gloom with the ease an altmers eyes provided, I spotted the ideal prey: an unshaven, glum looking merchant sitting next to a large tankard of sujamma.

Now, his drink was something of a kicker and by the looks of him he was rather entoxicated. I made my move.
Sneaking over and sitting beside him quitely, I casually eyed his plump black moneybag with something of astonishment, this man had quite a purse half hidden at the edge of his waist. Sidling closer still the drunken git barely noticed anyhing letalone my careful advance.
Reaching down as I stared ahead, I casually removed my boot-knife and easily cut the purse open at the seams filling my own leather satchel as the unlucky fellow downed a mouthful more of sujamma.

Getting up and moving too soon was my terrible mistake, the fellow noticed this movement and turned around, squinting suspiciously
"wsho rre yooh?" he said, slurring his words horribly,
"Why I am merely a fellow come for a drink." I replied cautiosly. He looked at my satchel of money and began something which I drowned out, thinking quickly,
"Might I night drunk, black as blue and filled with guars?"

He stopped, and tried to comprehend my words as I took off barely containing my mirth to the door of the tavern warranting some suspicious stares from other patrons, eyes on my back as I raced away.

Back in the street I sped around a few buildings and along a lane. I then found the place I was looking for, a ladder leading up to the top of an old closed apocathary, in amongst the damp squalid slums of the city.

Once safely hidden behind the chimney on the roof I caught my breath and let out the contents of my now bulging purse.
"Three hundered septims!" I burst out, unable to stop myself as the fat gold coins tumbled into my lap, laying there glittering serenely.

Oh now this was more like my customary luck! I almost cried with joy, there was enough for a hot meal, new clothes, even a few books to keep me interested during every other night plus spare!

Then came the clattering of the ladder I just climbed and the angry grunting noises as someone ran to the climb the ladder I had raced up previously. I decided now was not a good time to celebrate and jumped up, leaping and racing over the rooftops.

Glancing back I saw something truly frightening. A fast Khajitti bounding after me, dagger drawn and staring hungrily at my purse which was jumping around at my thighs and jangling loudly.

Apparently someone had heard my foolish exclamation.

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Thats it for now, please comment as id love to know what you think of the start of my story.

cheers, elidor.

This post has been edited by Elidor: Feb 7 2006, 12:12 PM

[Elidor]

Here we go folks another update.

Heart pounding as I lay there I knew I wouldn’t sleep for a while yet, despite the comfortable and warm bed at the south wall, prepared by Habasi herself.
Grinning, I thought of the overexcited kitty bounding around when I gave her the diamond and yelling "Habasi knows friend will not expect such a fine specimen, and Habasi will give you this very useful potion Habasi swears by!" In her furry Khajitti voice.

Speaking of the diamonds, the two great lumps lay securely at my waist belt along with the potion that however I had forgotten to leave somewhere else. Also I sat up and looked at the nice short sword that was strapped there alongside. I could have sworn I heard it clink...

The whistling of metal through the air reverberated with a deadly hum as another blade came flying toward me and sank deeply into my pillow, inches from my jugular. Bounding out of bed my would-be assassin was hardly visible due to his deep black armour.

A dark brotherhood never missed and this proved he wasn’t all too good so I took some heart. The fellow slunk in a circle around me waiting for a chance to get past the short sword at the ready in both my hands.

Then inspiration hit me and caused me to take one hand to the potion at my belt, freeing it deftly I chugged in lightning speed, dodging a lung from the black coated foe, who double took and I was forced to bring up my blade to meet his and in the instant this happed my form blinked out like a light.

Pulling my blade away, I stepped back and the assassin reeled, spinning around and scanning the apparently empty room.
"S'wit!"
"What was that?" I said softly, pulling free my sword from his heart and viciously swinging down a slash to his jugular, partly severing his neck.

Calming myself down I knelt by his figure and pulled away his mask. A Dunmer. Definitely dark brother hood, but who would want to kill me? And why would they send such an incompetent assassin? Retrieving his dagger, I was further in doubt of this Dunmer, a simple silver dagger??

As I knelt down the door opens softly and quietly, but not too silently for my elven ears. I deftly turned both short sword and dagger backwards and swung with a fury at whoever the opponent now was. But in a split second I found myself hanging on the wall, both blades stuck hard into the wall and a soft purr at by back where Habasi teased me with a short tanto.

"Elfsy wants to kill Habasi now? Habasi knows no why. Maybe he believes Habasi to be another assassin?" She giggled in purring way and sheathed the tanto and I pulled my blades from the wall, sheathing them wistfully.
"how did you do that?" I said looking her over.
"Habasi is quick on her toes, wet ear" She replied, looking over the dead assassin.
Remembering my new rank, I took no offence.

Next morning Cassius cleaned up and I took the armour, cleaned at best and shortly arrived at the Armourers shop, hauling it inside and addressing a Bosmer of all smithies.
"Could you fix this helm and cuirass, and also give me a price quote on the whole suit?" I didn’t wait for an answer before leaving, I was really hungry. At the Eight Plates I secured myself a plate of spiced hound meat and settled. The night was a tough one but I had come out again, a whole suit of fine armour and with more experience and two diamonds to boot.

A voice suddenly presented itself to me, belonging to another Altmer, female behind me.
"Would you buy me a drink my fine Mer, I have a secret one like you would enjoy knowing."
Turning around, I was nearly speechless. The Lady in front of me fairly glowed with a golden light, her perfect figure was a tad shorter than me and garbed in fine silk. I could barely take my eyes off her as I stuttered my approval.
"Thankyou" She replied, sitting next to me and waiting.

I finally pulled myself together and called the maid over for a nice bottle of Flin, I found myself hoping she'd be impressed. Inwardly I scowled, she had me wrapped around her already.
"You are very generous..."
"Elessar" I said a little too quickly.
"Elessar, yes and would you like to hear this news I have for one such as you?" She said.

"Of-of course, please go ahead!" I said again tripping on my words.

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Ick, quite short but its all I can fit in atm. Hope you likey.