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]

Hehe..nice to see you back fuzzy...and you minkey...so minkey do you have any idea when the final part of the clash against the titans round IV is finished???. Thanks to all of you who read and comment on my humble story.



My little nap proved to be a little to long, as I was woken up by a rather angry Berel Sala.

-“Delvanni, what tha hell are you doing, you’ve slept for nearly fourteen hours, get yourself up to Czevahk right now”.

I jumped up from my bed, and quickly got my armour on, and grasped the letter, and ran like hell out onto the temple courtyard. I looked up at the Office of the Watch, the huge rock held up by the tremendous mind power of lord Vehk. I spoke the levitating cantrip, that would give me the lift I needed to get up there. I smiled as I levitated up to the large rock…the inquisition was without doubt the most powerful organization on all of Vvardenfell, and here I was, going into the service of one of the respected High Inquisitors, I was honoured.

I knocked on the door, only to be asked for the password…. “Faith in the tribunes they shall guide us”…the lock clicked, and the door was swung open, and I entered. The halls was dimly lit, and the flickering torch light was disturbing, but there was nothing to do, but continue. The office of Czevahk, was at the top of the rock, and he grasped the letter, mumbling something that sounded like “hmph….late as usual”.

-“Ahh, well Delvanni, you have been assigned to me, so you must do EXACTLY what I tell you….understood”?....Yes, High Inquisitor”, I answered.
“Now, I have gotten reports of a potential necromancer residing near Dagon Fel…now, listen carefully, as this is important”.

-“The legion is aleready sending someone, and it is imperative that we get him before the before the legion does, you got that”?

-“Yes…My Lord”, I added humbly just for the effect.

The journey to Dagon Fel was a….expensive one, as I had to buy another woid walk spell from the greedy mages in Ald Rhuun. Dagon Fel, was a small fishing village, just slightly bigger than Seyda Neen, and the temperature was uncomfortably low, and I wished I had brought a cloak with me. The people around me, was keeping distance…probably because of my armour, and the hefty dwarwen claymore at my back.

A little further out at the sea, I saw a ship emerge…filled up to the point of it being unstable with imperial legioneers…all of them most likely having a rather itch sword hand…and an arrogant mood.

I grabbed the nearest local guard, promptly asking him out.

-“Do you know where the so called necromancer here is…I like to have a little chat with him”.

-“Oh yeah…well, my fellow legion members are coming in at the bay to get him…so why don’t you make me tell you where he is”.

Well, I do not say I was disappointed, I was happy, I got a chance to toy a little with the type of soldiers who had done unspeakable things to me in prison. I used a little telepathy, and soon he was dancing around like another idiot…but the fun part came when he undressed himself, and found it a good idea, to command his fellow guards to shoot at the incoming ship….Volley after volley of fire arrows hit the ship, and the ship was forced to turn away to avoid burning up….I smiled to the guard who was allowed to control himself again.

-“So, why don’t you tell me where this necromancer is….or I’ll make you do worse things…eh”….I looked on him, from underneath my helmet, and saw him shudder at the thoughts of what else I could make him do.

-“T-t-the n-necromancer is ju-just outside the town….i-i-in t-the n-n-north d-dwemer ruin…but be-be carefull, he have several guards”.

I gave him a sardonic smile, and stalked up the dusty slopes, towards the northern dwemer tower. The climb was long, but not to difficult, and I soon stood outside the strange door, that was to be found in dwemer ruins. The inside stank of….rotten flesh, so at least Czevahk was right, there was a necromancer here, and at the smell, he was ready for his next experiment.

I walked cautiously down the hall, the creaking sounds disturbed my concentration for other sounds greatly, and it was with a big luck, I saw the two persons standing a little further up the hall….

-“You there...on behalf of the office of the watch, I ask you to leave this place, and never return…my business is with your master”.

Why did people always have to choose the hard way on this cursed island, I had no idea, but the walked closer to me, measuring me up and down, before drawing a little steel dagger each.

-“So, a little steel dagger…is that it”, I told them, as I drew my large dwarven claymore…and held it up. They looked on the size of the big sword, before getting the point…they dropped their daggers, and ran past me, and out to freedom. The ruin was free from any other servant or creature, so that only left the hatch in the central room to investigate.

And sure enough, there by a large table with a stinking corpse on it, stood the necromancer…he had a strange mask on him, that felt…alluring, and whispered to me…of how peaceful he was, that he would not harm me. I shook of the whispers inside my head, and held my sword, ready to attack…or parry any incoming attack.

-“Oh…Damn, I guess this is it”, the necromancer said. “My name is Sorkvild the Raven, and I shall go with you peacefully”…..I lowered my sword a bit….big mistake. “I shall go peacefully with you, the day Vivec starts as a farmer”, then he threw a dagger towards me. The dagger penetrated my Indoril pauldron with ease, and the searing pain in my left arm, told me that it was a incredibly sharp weapon.

I sircled him a little, ha had drawn another dagger just like the one he had thrown at me, I really wished to kill him, but I had orders to get him alive. I tricked him, as I chopped the dwarven claymore towards him, but then I let go of it, and it flew straight towards his chest…naturally he dodged it, but it gave me the time I needed to perform a paralyze spell. He stood on the floor, the fear in his eyes nearly illuminated the room, so it was with great pleasure I slowly folded out my ropes, and tied him up….good.
I marked the place, and returned to my stronghold for some much needed firepower, and it took me a further two hours to rig up the explosive devices, after that I dragged Sorkvild outside, and look down in the village. The ship with legioneers had arrived now, and they advanced slowly towards my position.

I quickly made the fuse…from what I could see the soldiers would be here in a matter of five minutes, so I set the fuse on four and a half…just to give the a nice firework. After igniting the fuse, I dragged Sorkvild with me up in the hills, a little distance away, and sat down to watch.

The fuse had been well designated, and the closest legioneer was merely feet away from the door, when the dwemer satchels exploded. The soldiers was thrown away like small dolls in a storm, and the whole ruin, sorta just sank slowly down into the earth, and created a thick layer of dust.

I returned to Vivec by a woid walk spell, and entertained Czevahk immensely, by telling him what I had done…and he was most pleased when I told him that I had “cleansed” the ruin, by fire, so we sat down to further discuss my career in the Inquisition.

This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Apr 9 2006, 09:38 PM