The Tale of Telina Delvanni. Chapter 3., Furtherr involving with the temple. Options

[Tellie]

Chapter 2. Of mad wizards duty and faith.



The Tale of Telina Delvanni. Chapter 3. In the footsteps of Vehk.

Ok, so the new chapter is up, and this will be a chapter which will have MANY artistic liberties from my part, enjoy it.


I felt rather dodgy when I woke up the next morning, I had fallen asleep with my face in a book, and I was nearly frustrated by the way my hair had been lately, so I decided to follow Serene’s suggestion to visit Milie Hastien in Balmora, so I took up my brown walking stick, and translocated to Balmora.
Milie’s shop wasn’t to difficult to find, and I was overjoyed when I saw the full closets and shelves with exquisite clothing.

-“Hmm…ok, I’ll have one of those, a little of those, two of these and a lot more”…I quickly realised what I was doing…I was a woman…a woman on a shopping spree. Something I had not done in a long time, so I enjoyed my self to the limit of breakdown of happiness…although the fact that my pouch was quite weightless now than it had been when I came in here, took away some of the delight, but no matter. Fixing my hair was a simple matter, I had previously had my hair in a long ponytail, that was gone now, and my hair was shortened so it reached just a little below my shoulders.

I said that one of my employees would return later to pick up my new clothes, and would give her the password sadalab, in order to get the clothes.

Meanwhile, I somehow felt that I had to get down to Caius…I don’t know what in the names of the tribunes made me feel that, but I did it anyway. I knocked on the door, trying to be polite…

-“Shhh…ennntrr, shhheeeee doohor isssh open”, he stubbed forth. Oh great, what drunk again…I was getting tired of dumping him in the river, but a splash and a quick run up to his house again, got him into remarkable health.

-“Wha…wha you did that for, huh”?, he screamed.

-“Because when I wish to talk to you, I’d rather do that when you are sober…understand me”?. I grabbed up the skooma bottles, the skooma pipe and the moon sugar bags, and threw them into the fireplace.

-“NOOO….MY MOON SUGAR…NOOOOOOO”, he threw himself at the floor, sobbing hysterically, at my feet.

-“Oh come on…it’s not that big a loss, you need to quit with that before you get killed…remember I saved you once, but since I don’t live here I cant watch over you all the time ok”.

HE looked up at me, thinking at what I had told him…the tears was still flowing but he seemed to have established a grip on himself.

-“You know what, you’re absolutely right, now I do have some orders for you…would you be willing to do them straight away”?, Without even waiting for the answer, he continued. “I want some notes from a man called Hasbat Antabolis, but you will have to do a little favour for him first…probably a dirty one I think”.

I mumbled something as “sure”, and walked back out…I had heard of this Hasbat, and knew that he was a member of the fighters guild here in town. True enough, I found him at the bottom of the guildhall, and I had only managed to utter the word Caius, before he started to ramble out of a dwemer puzzle box that he wanted, and that also was to be found in the ruin of Arkhngthand, just outside the imperial fort.

OK, so now I had to pass right by a fort that was probably a bit angry on me still….great. I took the difficult way, and wandered over the hill,, right behind Caius’s house, and not so long after I found the big dwemer bridge that led to the ruin, I was just walking normally over the bridge, when a man on the other side, obviously a battle mage, summoned forth a skeleton, as a warning to me.

I walked closer to him, with my hands in the air, intent on speaking to the man…or let’s say tease him a bit. I stood about ten/eleven paces away from him, when I lowered my arms, and smiled before I opened my mouth.

-“So...interesting, you’re a summoner…me to”, then I spoke the syllables of my summon storm atronach, and again the spell caused three instead of one to be summoned…I did not think something was right…but no time for that now. The skeleton looked at the three large daedras standing before him, before he gave away a bony smile ( the only smile he could give ), and turned tail, and ran like the lords of Oblivion was behind him. The atronachs stormed into the man, and started to batter him around, then they parted up, and started to play what looked a lot like some kind of ballgame with him. Finally he managed to get loose, and he ran as fast as he could forward…a long fall, and a meaty thud later made me turn over the railing and look down. The sight made me loose the little lunch I had eaten earlier today…the man had crushed his head, and all manner of entrails and blood was lying around.

The atronachs had disappeared while I was puking my brains out, so I was all alone again. I started the walk towards the entrance of the ruin again, and I was astonished…the door was blocked by a gigantic stone sphere…a little search later and I turned on a crank that would undoubtly take me in…indeed it did, and I quickly entered the ruin before the turning sphere crushed me flat. The inside was dark, and what little light there was, came from the strange dwemer lamps. I had searched the ruin for hours I thought, before I noticed a single door that I hadn’t searched…sake for the door that would lead down into the lower levels of the ruin…those who would be blocked off, until we managed to assemble the puzzle box

The door led into a room called hollow hands, and in the room, there was of course another bandit…but the Monarch was convinced that his head looked better lying on the ground. Finding the puzzle box wasn’t that difficoult, deciding what to do was something else…so I decided to do something a little mean, but hey one must have a little fun in life.

I translocated myself back to Baladas, who was more than happy to make a copy out of it, but he changed about half of the images on the copy, so poor Hasbat wouldn’t get entrance to the lower parts I’m afraid…but we would. I was particularly happy when I gave Caius the notes, so he gave me a little something…that turned out to be a ring with a nice paralyzing spell on it, so I thanked him, and told him I would drop by soon..yeah like that’ll ever happen, and then I transported myself to the Ald Rhuun temple.

This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Mar 31 2006, 02:05 PM

[Tellie]

When I walked in, I realised that Tuls had been expecting me, as he had already started to ramble about how important it was that heretics had to be stopped.

-“Well, you see this initiate, there is this mer in Suran, goes by the name Elvil Vidron, he claims to be the holy lord Nerevar, we cant allow the people to claim such things, so I want you to persuade him otherwise”.

I bowed, and made my way out, since the peeps in the mage guild was rather pissed at me for the moment, I decided to take a comfortable strider trip instead. Comfortable yeah, I spent most of the time having a rather uncomfortable conversation with the bucket, and it was with great relief that I shambled out of the large flea.

Finding Vidron was not hard, it was just to follow the loud voice ringing through the town. In the square there was a large crowd gathered around a mer standing on a big rock, speaking to the people.

-“The hour of the incarnate draws near, the blight spreads from Red Mountain, but fear not, I Nerevarine, the incarnate shall save you from Red Mountain”.

I walked through the large crowd, standing directly in front of Vidron. A quick slash with my staff, and he was lying on the ground.

-“Why did you do that, I am the incarnate you shall be disgraced for this”.

-“You are not the incarnate, now surrender peacefully to me, and I’ll let you live, and remain unharmed”.

He acted as though he was considering my suggestion, the answer I got was in the form of a fist to my jaw. The punch itself was weak, he was hitting like a five year old girl…it was the way he meant with it that got me…angry.
I whipped out with my wooden staff again, I beat him several times in the head with it, and after a particularly vicious hit to the head, he fell down battered and bruised.

I was about to lift him up, when a dagger came up from nowhere it seemed, but I managed to take up my two dwemer short swords, a slash later, and his left hand was at the ground with the dagger in it. He screamed, as I hit him in the head with the butt end of the handle. A couple of guards managed to take him up to the temple, where he would I hoped he would admit that he was wrong…fast. The faces of the people around actually got me on the verge of tears, they stood around crying, calling me things, but the worst was the disappointed looks in the eyes of the children gathered around the square. I realized why they were disappointed, they had believed that their savior had come, that the bad times of the blight was gone, instead their champion was revealed as a fake by a woman who beat the hell out of him with a wooden stick.

I understood why the temple was so worried when a new so called incarnate came back, the people was always willing to believe in the person, and when the person failed, the people fell into even deeper depression, I claimed that I should make sure the people was not disappointed by persons like that, such claimers had to be put into the right path before they did something serious.

Tuls was most happy to see me back, and as a reward he gave me three restore health potions, and a rather shaggy copy of the book The Four Suitors of Benitah, although it looked like someone had allowed a nix-hound to play with it, it was a rather fetching book that thought me much about restoration , and it was quite valuable.

-“Now Initiate, I have another assignment for you, in the old times, Mehrunes Dagon attack, and lord Vehk taunted the daedra prince so that Dagon threw the big rock he was holding at lord Vehk, instead of the people”.

-“I want you to go to Maar Gan, and do the pilgrimage there.”

Ok, another pilgrimage, whats not the like. The trip to Maar Gan was uneventful, if you don’t count a couple of cliffracers who mistook me for a prey. Maar Gan, was a little town, also consisting of shell buildings, and the shrine wasn’t to hard to find. I nearly jumped straight into the door when I entered, right before my nose there stood a dremora watching me with cold hateful eyes.
So, lets see, lord Vehk taunted Dagon, there was a dremora in here, possibly to represent lord Dagon, then I was supposed to taunt it…fine by me.

-“Hey you, dremora, how long time do you spend at the mirror each morning, I really want to know as you’re the perfect example of feminism”.
Hmm, an interesting result, the “skin” of his was turning quite red, and some of the intricate patterns was…gone.
“And your mother, isn’t she known in Balmora as two drake’a Linnie”, there he cracked, he took up a nicely looking spear, although I do admit that getting the spear into my left shoulder was not so nice.

The dremora was easy to dispatch though, so a little slash with one of my swords ended his career as king of the rock shrine. Well, a little woid walk spell later, and I found myself in Ald Rhuun again, and was also promoted to Acolyte, as well as being gifted with another shaggy book ,The Death Blow of Abernanit, and a new wooden staff, this one made out of a dark brown wood, with s silver star encrusted with rubies on top of the handle. Unfortunately Tuls had no more assignments for someone at my rank, so he suggested me to go to Tharer Rothelot at Molag Mar instead.


I translocated back to Tel Delvanni, to get some rest, a little training and perhaps talk to Llunela Hleran about further additions to my stronghold.

This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Mar 30 2006, 08:56 PM