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]

Nice update Tellie, I liked your variations of the temple quests, though the way the false incarnate was treated was rather ruthless and violent it was still good.  The description of the book that the character was given was funny and made me smile and I can also see that you spared our minds from the words of the dremora at the shrine, a wise choice.  Fine update Tellie, please continue.

Hehe...I thought some would find that funny.

Telina!!! you really have more hardness in you than I thought you had! Poor Vidron....he can´t help he´s a lunatic....hmmm cutting his hand was.......evil...

naughty Telina!.....

Naughty...no by all means, she was on her way to help him up after beating him with her staff a little bit....when he attacked her with a dagger...she just defended her a little bit...


When I woke up early morning, Raina, was more than happy to tell me what to do next…you see Llunela had dropped of a letter yestere, and it clearly told that she needed some dwemer blueprints that was supposed to be in the dwemer ruin Mzanchend, that was literally at my front door…I could see the towers from outside my house.

So, she wanted me to go blueprint hunting…no problem, it took me only a little moment to gather Manilius, and gear up. How Manilius could do the things he does, I have no idea…how he could effectively wield twin dwarwen claymores was beyond my understanding…I thought those weapons was heavy enough to wield with two hands…but well, he was something special alright. We walked slowly up towards the ruin, the outside was abandoned, and the inside….well let’s just say I hate dwemer ruins…they always have at least two different directions to choose from….

-“Ok, ser Delvanni, I take the left path, you take the right one…that ok with you”?

-“Sure, but Manilian, don’t hack the animalcules to pieces, just make sure they wont bother you more, and remember to get those blueprints”.

We split, and walked each our way, naturally my famous luck came to an end after half a minute or so. In front of me there was two type II animalcules, armed with their long shields, and nasty blades. I took up my two dwemer blades, spinning them rapidly, each had it’s own circuit, and I slowly advanced on the metal machines. They came forward together, and it was by the biggest of luck that I managed to roll under the guard of the one to the left…a rapid series of slashes later, and oil was pouring out from him.

Unfortunately, I forgot the second one, so I ran towards the stairs, and was halfway up when I heard the sound of the second one, trying to get up the stairs. I in all my stupidity sent off a fireball, that ignited the oil, and soon the oil of the other animalcule caught fire…and I got several large metal pieces in my arm, as the animalcule closest to me blew up. The process of removing the metal shards was incredibly agonizing, and I felt quite weak when I had drunk up one of the healing potions that Tuls had given me.

Some minutes later I met Manilius back at the entrance, he was holding a wrapped scroll of the strange material the dwemer wrote on, and he was cowered with oil from top to toe…but not a single wound was at his body.

Raina was glad to see me back safe and sound, and instantly sent the letter to Llunela, with the blueprints in it. The dinner was a fine one, somehow Ciralinde had managed to get her hands on some fine deer meat coming from the mainland, and it was very satisfying, to eat something as elaborate as deer meat on this cursed island.

I spent the rest of the day reading the last book I had been given, it was about simply…blocking, it had handy sketches, and lots of description about each technique. The book was from what Davina said, merely a little drop in the sea of what there was to learn about blocking, and she would be happy to teach me some in the morrow, so I bade her goodnight, so that I would be in good shape in the morning.

I however was not…getting woke up at five in the morning, makes you kinda out of shape…and I nearly fell asleep when Davina was explaining me about blocking, I paid very much for not paying attention to her, when we got over to the practical part…I was supposed to defend myself with a large shield. Needless to say I was battered and bruised after five hours with that. The next five hours I was supposed to attack, so that I would learn from her technique, and learn to observe pattern and such within blocking, I was proud the last time I had attacked her…I had managed to pound away on her for twenty seconds before getting hitting the dust…she always learned my pattern, so she just used the shield as a massive blunt weapon.

I’m not saying I did not learn anything that day…oh no, I learned that it did not take much to give me a solid beating. Second, I knew if I was fighting against someone with a shield, I’d better bring an army with me, and last, I learned how to make more nasty insults and new curses….I just didn’t get the hang on blocking.

It was with a big sigh that I travelled to Ald Rhuun, to purchase another woid walk spell, and naturally there had been some “change “ in price, due to…”recent” events…yeah, I had to make the mage guild pay someday. I was now five-thousand septims poorer, when I spoke the cantrip that would take me to Molag Mar, and I must have been in a rather dodgy mood, since the people walking by, doing their daily chores spread at least ten feet away from me.
The temple was as every other temple, filled with many altars where you would give donations, and such. Tharer was in his office, sitting behind a massive oak desk, with a weary look upon his face.

-“Ah, Delvanni, please sit”, he conjured out an elaborate yet uncomfortable chair of some dark wood.

I sat down, looking on him, a little surprised.

-“These are perilous times, the empire seeks to suppress our holy land, more and more law’s are inducted, soon I guess they will try to ban the faith in the holy tribunal, and fully induct the belief of the nine divenes, bloody heretics they are, all of them”.

-“Even more, the blight spreads more and more, Vvardenfell have even been put under a quarantine, that restricts us from visiting our friends and family outside Vvardenfell”. “It so happens that we have found a poor soul, a redguard named Lette, in Tel Mora, is suffering of swamp fever”. “ We may not like the outlander races, but we do have respect for life itself…go to her, and cure her in the name of the tribunes”.

Travelling to Tel Mora was not difficult, a little boat trip got me there in no time, finding Lette was another problem, one that was answered by a rather worried citizen.

-“Ah, the diseased one, she have been banned from the city for the moment, she usually hangs around the islands up there, feeling sad for herself”, he pointed in a direction that seemed to head north.

I looked on him with disgust, only because someone was sick, they did not have to ban her…but well, the Dunmer aren’t so good being polite at some occasions. When I found her, I saw she had been suffering for a long time, her face that should had been brown, was nearly becoming as pale as an imperial’s face, and her face was glistening with sweat.

I performed the spell Baladas had taught me, and watched as the swirling spirals of raw magic energy, float through her, she became taller in a way, happy, her skin returned to the usual dark tone of her race, and her eyes was beaming towards me.

-“Thank you friend, why did you do this to me, everyone else have shunned and pushed me away”?, she got a sad look in her face again, at the thought of all the people that had ignored her…feared her.

-“Ah, it was nothing, honestly, the temple believes that everyone have a place here in the world, they think everyone have the right to healing, and respect, and so do I…but now let me escort you back to your house”.

-“Oh”, her eyes filled with tears again, and she nearly blushed. “I-I don’t have a house, they burned it to the ground, because I was sick, and because I was an outlander”, then she threw herself around me, sobbing painfully against my shoulder.

I felt sad for her, hmm, no place to go…hey I had enough room, I did. So I wrote a letter to Raina, and pushed it into the hands of Lette, along with my stronghold ring. “Here, this is a ring that will take you to my humble house, give this letter and the ring to the Dunmer woman Raina, she will know what to do, and she wont be hard to find either”.

I watched as she disappeared, and I myself got back to the temple in Molag Mar, reporting of my curing of Lette, and being rewarded with the book, 2920, Rain’s Hand.