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]

The pond got me too. I just couldn't withstand the temptation of an easy quest (Not even a Slaughterfish in the pond!) and so fell for it. I only noticed the guy during my death animation. But I took revenge after reloading by simply forgetting about the ring and instead walking behind mister invisible's back and hitting him first. He (or she, I never remember those things) was dead soon enough. Without the invisible archer, miss dancer-who-lost-her-ring is easy.
Anyway, an update.



The ruins were just past a cliff which I crossed with the help of two steel bridges. The place looked like a fortress, but the only defence on the outside came in the form of a Nix-Hound which I quickly dealt with. I also admired a device that looked like a gigantic crossbow before heading inside.

Once inside, I was immediately on my guard. The small vibrations that moved through the walls and floor were similar to the ones I felt in the ruins near Balmora, but there was something else, a ticking sound like small spears being thrust at the floor.

I descended down the stairs and saw that the corridor soon reached a chamber with multiple exits, giving me several directions to head in, as well as giving an enemy the chance to sneak up on my back. This was also where the ticking had its source.

A small ball of Dwemer steel ran towards me on thin steel legs. I had encountered my first Centurion. This one looked like a Spider Centurion. It wasn’t too big and although the Dwemer steel formed a good barrier to my sword, I felled it in two massive chops.

,,Well, if this is the best these Dwemer had, no wonder they disappeared.” I laughed and kicked the wreckage to see if it still showed any signs of movement. Bad move, the noise I made attracted the attention of another Dwemer artefact. I was notified of its appearance by the big rumbling sound it made as it rolled over the steel floor. I spun towards the sound and saw a giant steel sphere coming at me.

With a quick dash to the left, I managed to avoid the big Sphere and stay away from its crushing weight. With its element of surprise gone, I thought I could easily take it with my sword. That thought evaporated when the sphere opened and a steel figure popped out, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. A Sphere Centurion, this was just great.

For a few moments, we traded blows. Though my sword had both greater reach and power, my advantage was nullified by the Centurion’s shield and fast movements. I backed of just long enough to throw a fireball in its path only to find out about the Centurion’s great resistance to heat. No surprise really, it did had hot steam coming out of it all the time after all.

Parrying and avoiding as much as I could, I was slowly backed into a corner by the thing. If it wasn’t so damn fast it would be scrap metal by now. That gave me an idea.
I backed of as far as I could till I ended with my back against the wall before trying another spell.

The different elements used in the school of destruction are supposedly all the same and not any more difficult to conjure than an other element. Fire still felt easier though, so the bolt of ice that emanated from my hand couldn’t compete with my usual fireballs. It was still effective, in that it cooled down whatever powered the Centurion and froze the hot steam into snow.

With most of its speed gone, I finally found a chance to parry one of its attacks and bring my sword up through the joint that connected its shield arm with its body. The arm separated and dropped to the floor. With its shield removed and heavily slowed down from the cooling, the Sphere Centurion proved no match.

I explored the corridor the Sphere Centurion had come from to find it empty. Good, one less place for enemies to creep up on me. I took the other corridor and ascended a flight of stairs. What I encountered may have been a Dwemer long ago, now it was nothing more but a slightly more lethal ghost. Still no match for the silver of my sword and I easily ran through it.

Sounds of ticking legs notified me of several Spider Centurions headed my way. They were not very dangerous on their own, but in large numbers they could be a threat. I dealt with them in the same way as the Sphere Centurion. Some ice to slow them down followed by a good hit from my sword.

I saw one last Centurion at the far end of the last room. It was one of the Sphere type. I’d just expended my Magicka reserves, so this battle would have to be won by trickery, not force.

,,Hey, lump of rust! Over here! Come and get me if you can!” I sprinted back to the previous room as fast as I could and waited near the center. The Centurion came rolling towards me at full speed, intend on running me over and then crush me with its weight. I had other plans and waited till it was nearly on top of me before jumping away. The Centurion reacted too late and plunged in the pit filled with lava that was right in the center of the room. No matter how heat resistant it was, it couldn’t handle this much heat and soon melted away.

I came out of the ruins not only with the tube, but also with what appeared to be the left bracer, left Pauldron and Cuirass of a Dwemer suit of armour. I was planning to explore more Dwemer ruins someday in the hope of finding a full set. As for now, nothing but the boring trip back to Gnisis awaited me.