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[Kell-Reevor]

Just a short piece I put together out of boredom. Hope you like it.

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It is dark. Two figures traverse a well trodden path out of Suran. The first is a swordsman. The second... his would-be killer.

The swordsman knows of his follower's presence. He listens attentively as the assassin follows. He is clearly untrained, and this may be his first mark. There is no rattle of quarrels or arrows. It is likely the swordsman need not fear a ranged attack.

The swordsman has made an enemy in the Nobles of Suran, and was aware that eventually they would seek his life. But he is not afraid. As a swordsman, death has followed him as a companion he has developed a deep respect for.

His trained ears pick up a sound... a soft and smooth "whif" as a dagger is pulled from a belt.

Spotting a shrine by the road, he approaches. He has no love of the Dunmer, nor has he a love for their Temple, but he is a spiritual man and pays his repects nonetheless as his killer moves in.

He moves his thumb for the guard of his sword. Years of oiling grant it silence as he nudges it from his sheath.

In a flash, he grips the weapon. Rips it from its home. Then thrusts it back, cutting into the assassin's belly. Turning, he frees the weapon with a horizontal slice, then brings the weapon up for a finishing downward cut.

The ordeal is over in a mere span of two seconds. The swordsman flips his sword to remove any blood, then returns it to it's home. He kneels in respect to the life he had just ended. If the nobleman had hired a killer even a tad more competant, the outcome would have been drastically different. If his foe had been equipped with a bow, or maybe armor, or perhaps knowledge of magick, HE would have been the one to die tonight.

He closes the dead man's eyes, mutters a short prayer... then is on his way.

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Mar 2 2006, 02:01 PM

[Agent Griff]

Nice story Telendil. A few grammar mistakes here and there but the story is great. It would have been interesting to actually see this happen in Morrowind while you were playing. You were gloriously leaving Dagoth Ur after slaying Lord Voryn Dagoth and sudenly, you see a dozen crosbowmen all aimed at you. But of course, the hero must by then an utter god so he could dispose of the crosbowmen with relative ease. I also agree with Taillus, this short stories thread hepls keep the creative juice flowing in our minds. In that fashion, I've also decided to make a short story.

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After baricading themselves inside their blasphemous shrine, the Daedra worshipers were ready to withstand the fury of the House Indoril Ordinators. Since the Tribunal came to power, Daedra worshiping has been oulawed throughout Morrowind and only a scant few hold on to this practice. The Daedra worshipers in this respective shrine, Ashurbibi, were followers of the Daedric prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon, the most warlike of all the Daedra. His followers were well suited to deal with any temple warriors, Ordinators included.

The Ordinators weren't alone on this Daedra hunt, the Buoyant Armigers were also participating. Their lightly armoured forces were to mop-up the remaining or hiding Daedra worshipers after the Ordinators did their job. The leader of the Buoyant Armigers cast a spell on the whole force that protected them of any possible diseases the Daedra worshipers might throw at them.

The Ordinators lined up and prepared to storm the shrine. Their leader, a temple inquisitor called Ralyn Othravel, stepped forth and started encouraging the men.
"Your acts today, my brothers, shall echo in the whole of Vvardenfell even after your bones are long gone! Come now, and cleanse your sins with the blood of your enemies! For Almsivi!" shouted the Inquisitor.
He then cast a powerfull spell on the baricaded door of the shrine which blew it out of the way completely. The Ordinators then entered the shrine.

The forces of the Tribunal stormed the shrine with ease. They advanced untill they reached the main chamber which contained the heathen statue of Mehrunes Dagon. An order to destroy the statue was commenced and the ordinators all gathered their power into one mighty spell of destruction. The spell was very powerfull and knocked the statue out off its foundations. Such was the power of the Almsivi.

The strange thing was, that no worshipers could be seen. Did they flee? Did they commit suicide? It wasn't in the nature of Daedra worshipers, especially those of Mehrunes Dagon to flee. The mystery was quickly solved however. They were under the influence of the Chameleon spell. This caused them to be virtually invisible. The worshippers charged the ordinators from their hiding places. Before the spell wore off a dozen ordinators had been slain and the rest were swinging their maces through the air, hiting eachother.

Meanwhile, outside, the force of Buoyant Armigers present was wondering why they ordinators were taking so much time to get out. Their suspicions of an ambush were soon confirmed by a wounded, helmless, Ordinator who exited the shrine badly wounded.
"What happened inside?" The leader of the Buoyant Armiger inquired.
"We were...attacked...by our own." said the Ordinator while gasping heavily.
"Brethren, take our brother and give him treatment. If the skilled Ordinators have been defeated what hope do we have?" said the leader of the Armigers to his men.
In reality, the Armigers and the Ordinators were fierce rivals. The Armigers never agreed to the Ordinator's way of solving problems of faith so the Armigers left all surviving Ordinators inside the shrine to die.