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, and here's another one.

My last informant was the easiest to find, but she was in a place that rivalled the sewers in iritating me. No, it wasn’t the smell or the furniture. It was the fact that the damned place was overrun by Ordinators. Amidst lots of scum, N’Wah and other words I prefer not to tell, I made my way to the library.

The Dunmer woman seemed happy to hear that Caius was doing fine, for as much as that was possible with all that Skooma in his lungs. She was alos willing to simply give me the information without requiring any favours to be done first. Certainly a nice change of pace.

I was led to a quite corner of the library and she told me what she knew. Like Huleeya, the cowardly assassin, she knew nearly nothing about the sixth house. Being on the right side of the law seemed to make it a hard subject to know about. What she said about the Nerevarine was more revealing.

Though the temple holds the ancient Nerevar as the closest thing to a fourth Tribunal god, they hunted down any signs of the Nerevarine like the world depended on it. From their point of view, it probably did. Part of the phrophecy said that the Tribunal gods would be destroyed by the Nerevarine. Without the gods, there was no reason for the temple to exist. As a result, any person who claimed to be the Nerevarine, would be hunted down and executed. Thereby that person was revealed as a fake. The Nerevarine couldn’t die before fulfilling the phrophecies. Sure, killing someone shows that they can’t be an immortal hero, but isn’t it a bit extreme?

She told me that I should look up a book known as “Progress of Truth” for further information. The library had one, but it was well guarded by the Ordinators. She suggested that I searched for a book seller who sold this highly illegal book. After that, she went back to help another visitor and left me to explore the library. I took the time to read up on the relation between the Daedra and these Tribunal gods. I wondered what the Daedra might think of their competition.

I should’ve known that reading a temple book wouldn’t help much. Ok, so according to the temple, a couple of Daedra had sworn to serve the Tribunal. These were the “good” Daedra. The ones that didn’t serve the Tribunal were the “bad” Daedra. This was just sick. I for one, couldn’t possibly see why a Daedra would even want to be bossed around by one of these newbie Tribunal gods. The Daedra had been around thousands of years before the Tribunal was even born.
And another stupid thing was that Azura was listed among the good Daedra while according to the Nerevarine phrophecies she’d sworn to destroy the Tribunal. Oh well, at least it was good for laughs. I put the book back on the rack and my eyes fell on the title of another book.

,,Stupid outlander! Look at the mess you made!” The Ordinator sounded more than willing to beat my brains in. He was right though, I just knocked down a whole rack filled with books who where now lying in a pile on the ground.

,,Sorry. I came here to see the scholars about this book that’s been in my family for generations. I wanted to know how old it was and what was in it. It had very fuzzy writing, you see. I’m very sorry. I’ll just take my book and leave before I break anything else. I hope I don’t have to pay. I don’t have a lot of money.” I said with my most outlanderish voice. Acting like a simple idiot was probably the only way I could keep the Ordinator from becoming aggressive. This humble tone was rather emberassing in my opinion, but it was all for the greater good.

I grabbed the book and put it in my backpack. The Ordinator was still busy deciding whether or not he would try to kill me when I walked out of the door. I’d read Progress of Truth later. Preferably at a place where the nearest Ordinator was far beyond the horizon. With the mess I left behind, I doubted anyone would notice that one book was missing.

After that, I had nothing left to do in Vivec. I was glad I could leave the city behind. All these Ordinators were sriously getting on my nerves. For all their elite guardish stuff, they sure had a limited vocabulary. Scum was getting old.

It was a long walk back to the Foreign Canton, and the sun had already set when I finally arrived. No Siltstrider for me today. If I wanted to leave, I would have to spend the night outside or use a different exit. I knew of just one. Once more, I made my way up to the top of a canton. Vivec was a beautiful city, but the population was a bit unfriendly and there were too many changes in height between places.

,,You! Stupid N’Wah!” Well, who did we have here? There was only one reason why that guy could be swinging a club in front of my face.
,,Look, sorry about the inconvenience.” I began but soon found out that apologies didn’t help much.

,,Sorry?! You are sorry?! You made me believe that I would be rolling in money after those Ordinators had held their party. I hired the most expensive cleaners in the city! But where where they?! Well, where were the stupid Ordinators?!” Wow, this guy really had taken it a bit too far. He needed to cool down before he would explode.

,,Hey, didn’t you hear? They found two of their people dead. Throats slit. Not exactly the right time to be holding a party, don’t you think?” Luckily I had heard that bit of news.

,,I know that! I asked one of these Ordinators. And guess what?! He didn’t know about any party, Dagoth be damned!” He still hadn’t calmed down. Maybe I should’ve just started a fight in his club.

,,It was a surprise party.” I was running out of lies fast.
,,I won’t fall for your lies again, Redguard! Your blood will stain the ground when I walk away from here and my hands will be wet! Get your dirty hands away from your sword!” He yelled at the top of his lungs.

,,Ok, calm down. Can’t we talk about it?” I said as I raised my hands and created some distance between us. Then, I stretched out my arms in a burst of magicka and watched as he flew over the railing. Telekinesis sure was handy sometimes. It also helps when people think you’re nothing but a mindless thug with a sword. It makes it easier to surprise them.

,,Looks like a bit more than just your hands got wet! Sorry, but I prefer to keep my blood inside my body. See ya!” I yelled down at the owner of the club who was now swimming in the lake that the city was built in. Three people in the water on one day, what was wrong with this city?

Vivec was the largest city on the island. Couldn’t get much bigger if you asked me. It also was logical that it contained a hall of the mage guild. I would just use the guild guide to poof back to my lovely new home in Balmora.

,,Excuse me, outlander. What are you doing here?” An abnormally fat mage asked me in a not so polite tone the moment I’d entered. I wondered how many Feather spells were used to support that weight.
,,Mind if you first tell me who you are?” I responded. I never let people run over me like that.

,,Sure, I am the Archmage of Vardenfell. Trebonius.”
I took a good look at him. Imperial and very fat. I had no doubt that he would be part of the more corrupt people in the guild. If that was the case I knew just how to get him of my back.

,,Ah, Archmage. You are just the person I need. We’ll talk in a more quite corner. This is something that can only be said to someone who can be trusted.” I simply dragged him to where I wanted before showing him Fargoth’s ring.

,,See this? It is the sign of the Blades, his majesty’s top-secret spy service. Now I am on a mission to preserve the safety of the Imperial citizens in this province. Of course, that is something that is best kept a secret. I’m sure I can trust you. I will need access to the guild guide for transportation. I will use the identity as a mage in this guild as my cover. If you notice anything suspicious, tell me. Don’t do it in person, that would just attract attention. Sent a sealed envelope to the guild hall in Balmora to a man named Luper Alkad, my cover identity. Do your duty, and the emperor shall surely reward you. Remember, don’t talk about this to anyone you can’t completely trust.” After saying that, I left the confused Archmage behind.