The Story of Taillus, Chapter 5 Options

[Taillus]

Chapter 5 - Two Is Not Better Then One.

Taillus wakes up to the sound of someone trying to gain access to the top of the guard tower. He rolls over as he opens his eyes before frantically scooting over to sit on the hatch. He can hear the annoyed grumbles of an Imperial Legion guard as he knocks on the wooden hatch.

“By the gods if you do not let me up there intruder we will go outside and ventilate you with a volley of arrows!” An angry imperial shouts as he raps on the door impatiently. Taillus bites his lip as he looks at the hatch between his legs. He quickly thinks about his best course of action. The tower is quite high, but he has had really good luck with falling and not breaking any bones.

He could scale the wall like he did on the lighthouse in Seyda Neen, but the surface of this tower seems much more smooth and he would probably land on his face anyhow. Not to mention he runs the risk of being caught.

“You could kill him my boy. One solitary guard is no match for my harvester of souls! Use the Mace that I have entrusted in you to rearrange that mouthy guard’s facial features. It will get you started on my army of souls!” The evil Molag Bal whispers in Taillus’ head.

“Do you not have any godly duties you should be concerning yourself with? I agreed to your demands but you did not tell me when I had to start.” Taillus growls as he looks again at the wooden hatch. The guard begins chipping away at it with his sword making Taillus panic.

Suddenly it comes to Taillus as if he had read it in a book of things to do in a situation such as this. Taillus clears his throat and kneels on the hatch, lowering his face to the wooden surface so that the guard below can hear him better.

“Could you leave me to my job my imperial friend?” Taillus shouts at the hatch trying to get the attention of the guard.

“I have been paid to clean the leaves and rain water out up here and I cannot do my job when I have guards threatening my life!” Taillus shouts again. He can hear some guards below him conversing quietly with one another and he looks down between his legs hoping that they fell for it.

“Terribly sorry friend. I will leave you to your business but hurry and be on your way.” The guard says as Taillus can hear him descend the wooden ladder and walk away. Taillus has to cover his mouth to contain his laughter as he gathers his things and opens the latch with his foot.

Taillus finds himself once again in the bustling city of Balmora. It seemed that the people had forgotten about his little spat with Molag Bal in the streets yesterday and he decided to check out the local merchants.

[Taillus]

He thinks to himself about how the ambush ended. How the tide of battle quickly went to his advantage. It seems that he was far luckier then he had originally thought. Maybe all of this conflict is just what he needs to become the warrior he needs to be. Be that as it may, Taillus was beginning to feel the stress of everything that had happened up to this point and as he lets his head fall on his pillow, his eyes close seconds after.

Taillus awakens the next morning to the sound of someone rapping on what is left of his door. He sits up while rubbing his eyes to see a large Nordic Man with his arms crossed. Taillus could tell that he was here to discuss payment for the damage done to the Inn and to be honest, Taillus was thinking of starting his harvest.

Taillus stretches and yawns loudly, wishing his slumber would have not been interrupted. It was one night where he hadn’t had dreams, or woke up in complete pain. He looked at his mangled chest piece and noticed that his wound had healed. From what he could tell, it was due to Molag Bal’s mace.

It seemed that every time it rattled against his opponents, it stole the very life essence from them and loaned it to Taillus. When he swung it at that Daedroth, he could no longer feel the sting of his wound, and he was then able to send the huge demon into the wall with his next swing.

Taillus began to realize the power of the artifact entrusted in him and knew that he would have to keep it from falling out of his possession. His continued to marvel over the power of the mace until the rapping on his door was replaced by the rude ramblings of the large Nord.

“I hope you know that repairing this damage will not come very cheap.” The Nordic man says in a very deep voice while assessing how severe it truly was. Taillus gets off the bed and to his feet. He looks to the floor at the Daedric heart that was left by the daedric demon. If there was any conflict from this oaf, it surely wouldn’t be as life threatening as that Daedra so Taillus looks to the Nord with a new confidence.

“I don’t know if your limited intelligence made this clear to you but I was attacked by a Daedric demon last night. It is not like I was gallivanting around with my mace renovating the place!” Taillus hisses as he gathers his belongings.

The nord, who was at this point very offended by our Imperial friend, reaches down to Taillus and grips him by the shoulder. Taillus could feel the enormous hand consuming his shoulder as he looks behind him to see the angry Nord.

“I don’ want to have to make an example of you my friend but unless you show some gold to pay for my Inn I will have to grind your bones.” The Nord says as he grips Taillus’ shoulder much harder.

“I am in a hurry you gigantic oaf and I greatly suggest that you remove your hand from my person before you wind up like your wall.” Taillus growls as he can feel the Nord grip harder.

The Nord sighs impatiently as he had probably seen this happen before. Perhaps not at this caliber but he probably has been through similar many times before.

“I would have been willing to let you work off this damage to repay me but I have had a change of heart. Now you will have to answer to Vlad the Iron Bear!” The nord shouts as he draws a large Nordic broad sword.

“Great! Can I not go mere minutes without having to fight something or someone? This is going to be a long and tiring road if this is going to be the trend. But I guess this is all to become the ambassador for Molag Bal.” Taillus thinks to himself as he watches the Nord.