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]

Ok, so I have been a little to happy today, so I wanted to write more....here it comes.


The book was a fine example of restoration magic at is best, and I really did like it, but still I wasn’t the biggest expert in restoration, but I knew just the right person, who would be really happy for this book.

-“Now Delvanni, we have but another task for you…up at Mt.Khand, there is a large cave, in the cave there are three atronachs, you have to best each and everyone of them by the sharpness of your tounge, and your clever vit”.

-“To get to the mountain, head out north, just follow the road going up there, the cave is also immensely dark, so take these four Night-Eye potions here, but use them cleverly”.

Finding the way was easier said than done, and when you come to a fork in the road, with five different ways heading north, and with my sense of direction, you’d have a bigger chance to defeat a daedra prince rather than to find the right way…but somehow I managed to choose the right one, and after a long climb, I stood before a cave, the name must have been incomplete, as the only letter I saw was the letter A….well, since Mt.Khand had an A in it, I decided to hope for the best.

I must have been severely mistaken, as right inside there was a rather angry looking Dunmer with a couple of daedra cronies.

-“Hi, food delivery to cave inhabitant at Mt.Khand”. I just hoped it was so stupid that she would think of me as a ravening lunatic who had lost her sanity, and let me go. The fireball spell she threw at me, convinced me otherwise. “SORRY, I GUESS I WAS WRONG”, I shouted as I ran as fast my legs would carry me out of the cave. Ironically, the cave I was looking for was about ten paces further up the mountain, and on the other side of the road, it even had a little sign where it stood with BIG gold letters, Mt.Khand. Oh crap just my luck, I always end up doing a mistake of some sort.

The cave was darker than the darkest of places within the woid itself, and it had a horrible mystique to it. I gulped the the night eye potion, and started to walk down the slightly more illuminated cave. I had been walking for about half a minute then everything turned black again, so I fetched out another potion, and downed that one as well, and then reading the name of it….Cheap potion of Night-Eye….Gah, I always get these things. “OH BUGGER, I HATE THIS CHEAP STUFF”, I yelled, and threw the flask into the wall where it quickly broke, and right after that the effects of the potion went out. I was nearly getting frustrated, before I remembered a spell Baladas had tought me, it was a firespell, no damage, but it was handy when it came to this situation.

-“Obscurum ignatio”, I whispered, and a ball of flame took shape a few inches above my hand, and I now had a perfect light source. I had been walking for about five minutes, before I met my first challenge, a flame atronach, whose icy cold voice sent ripples of fear deep into my very spine.

“Hear me mortal, to pass me, thou must answer my riddle correctly, if thou answer wring I shall attack thee, if thy answer correctly, thou will be allowed to pass”.

“A metal neither black nor red

As heavy as man's golden greed

What you do to stay ahead

With friend or arrow or steed.”

Ok, so I was supposed to understand that. Let’s give it a try. A metal neither black nor red, hmm could be silver or steel, possibly iron. As heavy as a man’s golden greed, well, steel or silver aren’t very heavy…but wait, lead is a metal neither black nor red, and it’s heavy, but I needed to be sure. What you stay ahead, that would be lead, pronounced in another way, so there I’m getting increasingly sure. With friend of arrow or steed, well I couldn’t get anything out of that, but still there was nothing to do rather than to go by my gut feeling, that was actually saying “food”, instead of telling me what was right or wrong…doh.

-“LEAD”, I told him, then he simply smiled and stepped aside, letting me move further.

I wandered further into the cave, and I started to feel the temperature was getting lower, and there stood the second challenge, a frost atronach, he gave me the same warning, as the first one had given, and then he gave me the riddle.

“If you lie to me I will slay you with my sword. If you tell me the truth, I will slay you with a spell”.

Ok, so the first one had been simple, if you just thought about the words being used a little…this was entirely different though. So, if I lied to it, it would kill me with a sword, and if I told it the truth, it would blast me with a spell. Wait, something was wrong here, atronachs could not use swords, it was lying to me.

-“Ok, so the answer to you riddle is sword”, I crossed my fingers, waiting for the inevitable big mistake.

The look of disappointment nearly made me collapse, but as a matter of fact I proved myself smarter than I am. “That is correct, you may go to the last of my brothers”.

I was nearly feeling enthusiastic, when the BIG storm atronach addressed me.

My fellow Atronach, Zedias-soko, was slain. The Altmer claims the Dunmer is guilty. The Dunmer says the Khajiit did it. The Orc swears he didn't kill Zedias-soko. The Khajiit says the Dunmer is lying. If only one of these speaks the truth, who killed Zedias-soko?

Oh great, more wretched riddles, I really had to find something to get my frustration out on. Ok, the Altmer means the Dunmer is guilty, the Dunmer says the Kahjiit did it, and the Orc says he didn’t do it, while the Kahjiit sayd the Dunmer is lying. Hmm let me brake that up a little bit, now each of them is blaming some of them…sake for the Orc, he said he didn’t do it, he says so because he is feeling guilty, all the others blame someone else, while the Orc is different, that’s it.

-“The Orc”, I said hopefully.

-“To right you are mortal, you may go and activate the shrine”.

Ah, I was so relieved when I stood in the warm temple at Molag Mar again, telling Tharer of my journey there, and what the answers to the riddles were. The shrine was rather effective, and I now felt fitter and everything just seemed easier to understand.

-“So, Delvanni, you have proven yourself to be a valuable member to the tribunes and the people, is there anything I can give you, sake for this new robe, your old one isn’t made from the finest of silks with golden thread”.

-“Well”, I said, pondering a bit. “I believe an advancement would be a nice present”. And sure enough, I was promoted to Adept in the temple, he even allowed me to use his bed, as he had a lot of paperwork anyways.