Oasis chapter 4, The sign of prophecy. Options

[jack cloudy]

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Alright, I couldn't stop writing so you'll get the start of the fourth chapter early.



Chapter 4: The sign of prophecy.

My first action was to gulp down all the potions I had, but even they could not remove the power of the curse. Already I could feel it draining my mind and my will. I could slow the curse with my own magicka, but I could not stop it.

I realized that I was doomed and sank to the floor. It would be best for the island if I destroyed the entrance to the cave and made it my tomb. Yet, there were still a few things I had to do. To clear my mind, I looted the chamber and was rewarded with two gauntlets of a strong material. I put them on and then sat down with a few bits of paper and began to write.

,,You’re back? Good, I was worried.” Caius said when I stumbled into his home. He then noticed that something was wrong.
,,What happened?”

,,I killed Dagoth Gares. He gave me the Corprus. I am a death man, Caius. Take these papers. It will tell you everything you need to know. Ajira will receive the Warlock’s ring and the staff of Magnus. Felisa Ulessen of the Telvanni will get my stronghold. You will get the money and my weapons. If you excuse me, I’ll leave now and go kill myself somewhere quiet.” His response to those words surprised me.

,,Fool! Do you really want to give up that fast?! I will not let you do this! As your commanding officer in the Blades, I order you to go out and get yourself cured.” He grabbed the paper out of my hands and ripped it into little pieces.
,,It is no use to give me a last will if you are not death. As a matter of fact, I have been doing some research while you destroyed that base. A Dunmer named Divayth Fyr is apparently the leading expert on the Corprus disease. Find him and see if he has a cure. But first, you need to rest.”

My objections that his bed might become infected with the disease were met with a smile. Caius wasn’t expecting to use his bed any more. I cast whatever spells I knew to slow the curse and went to sleep. I was once again assaulted by nightmares of the man with the Golden mask. This time, I knew it was Dagoth Ur. He was alive, and not happy with my existence.

,,Luper! Wake up! We’ve got guests of the bad kind!” Caius shouted which caused me to awaken. Through my blurred vision, I could barely make at that there were two people in the room, trying to kill each other.

I tried to get up, but the Corprus seemed to have taken hold of me which made moving very difficult. I pulled my ring of my finger.
,,Caius, catch!” The blurred figure who was coloured the lightest turned towards me for a bit. I threw the ring before dropping back into a slumber.

,,Luper, are you awake?”
Caius towered over me with a worried look. Clearly, sleeping when infected with the Corprus was a bad idea.
,,I’m fine. What happened?”

,,It looks like the Sixth House is getting worried about you. One of their minions paid us a little visit.” Caius handed over my ring.
,,Interesting weapon you’ve got there. It saved our lives. I’ll give it back to you, you’ll need it when you seek out Divayth Fyr. Unfortunately, I don’t know where he lives.” Caius said. He also gave me the last of his money and a Dwemer artefact. He called it a little investment.

Caius didn’t knew where to find Fyr, but I did. We were neighbours, sort of. I’d never spoken to him, but I knew where to find his mushroom. One recall later, and I arrived home from where I could begin my journey.

Travelling was the easiest bit, keeping my sanity wasn’t. By the time I made it, I could feel my mind beginning to slip away. Fortunately, I didn’t need to say a word. One of Fyr’s “daughters” took me straight to him where he revealed his plan to me.

He would give me a potion that theoretically should cure the disease, except for that small detail that it killed everyone who tried. In return, I would take a walk in his Corprusarium and pick up a bunch of boots from Yagrum Bagarn. I was not allowed to hurt any of the other victims, even if they tried to kill me. Brilliant as usual. Any other ways to get myself killed?

I had barely made a single step inside before the first corprus victim moved towards me. My first idea was to simply forget about it and just hack my way through, but I needed the potion. Seeing no other way out, I started running.

I ran and ran, picking my direction at random. At one moment I came across something best described as a humanoid body slapped on top of a Spider Centurion standing next to a pair of Dwemer boots. I grabbed the boots and kept running till I found the exit. The warden slammed the door shut behind me, and a dozen Corprus victims slammed into it.

Before me stood Fyr, clapping his hands and smiling as if he had just seen the most amusing thing ever.
,,Splendid, just splendid! It is a shame that you didn’t tried to raid the chests on the way. I love to tempt a thief. Anyway, a promise is a promise. I’ll take the boots and give you the potion which you should drink immediately.” He said.

I could only nod and the last remains of my mind were now slipping away. It took the help of the warden to restrain me as the Corprus took control of me. I never remembered what happened in those few seconds. Fyr must have given me the potion.

It was all over in a few seconds. When I realized that I was alive, I realized something else at the same time. Not only was I alive, but I was completely back to the way I was before being infected. The only sign that reminded me of ever having been infected where my muscles that had grown while I was cursed. Fyr took me over to his office where he explained things to me. I was not freed of the Corprus. Merely all the bad effects had been removed. The good effects, which included immunity to disease and a stop to the aging process of my body were still there.

Aging process? According to Fyr, I would live far longer than any Redguard and even far longer than an Elf if I didn’t met my end on the blade of a weapon. He suggested that I took things slowly, for I now had plenty of time. I merely smiled and didn’t told him what I really thought of that. I’d seen Therana, who had gone crazy through her age. No, if I was immortal I would have to be impatient in order to preserve my sanity.

I took up the offer to spend the night in the guest room. When everyone was asleep, I got up again. So Fyr liked to tempt thieves to rob his Corprusarium? Well I felt more for robbing his house.

I came up with the fur of some creature made into a cuirass. hanging in a closet. It looked expensive and all, so I took it. My second prize was a bit harder to obtain. It all started when I took up a key and used it to open a small chest from which I took an amulet. Out of fun, I put the amulet around my neck.

Before I knew what had happened, I was standing inside a Daedric shrine.
,,So, mortal! You have come to challenge me, Dregas Volar?! I shall bathe my Crescent in your blood!” A voice boomed through the shrine. A Dremora leapt out of the shadows, holding a sword with two blades shaped in half a circle.

I ducked around the first blade and parried the second with my summoned sword. Daedric against Daedric, if I was still using my Glass Longsword, it would have snapped like a twig.
For a few minutes, our swords clashed. I was grateful for the excellent protection of the Lord’s Mail, as well as my new Flamelance spell that focussed what would have been a large fireball into an area the size of a coin to cut through its target. Finally, I gained the upper hand and defeated the Dremora. I just managed to grab hold of its sword before the amulet transported me back to Tel Fyr.

After that, I decided that it would be safest not to find out what would be protecting his other treasures and performed a Divine Intervention back to Sadrith Mora from which I travelled to Caius.

[jack cloudy]

Oh, beneath that confidence hides great insecurity. Nah, just kidding. Since he is getting rather close to his fatefull encounter with Dagoth Ur and I would miss him, I decided to make him come back in my next fiction. Yay!
His attitude is perfect.

Anyway, update.




Um yeah, so now I defeated the head of House Redoran in honourable combat. Ok, maybe my use of magicka to steal his own sword wasn’t exactly honourable but hey, it was more honourable than what I would normally do. The fight with Trebonius was a different matter. Fine, so I never expected him to show up, but I did challenge him. Now what would the mages think of this?

I found out later when I was picking up all the things I dropped off at the inn. In a few moments, the room was filled with three Stewards and Ajira. Ok, now this was scary. I kept a recall spell at the tip of my tongue just in case.

,,So, you seem to have defeated Trebonius.” That was Edwinna from Ald’Rhun.
,,A very unexpected happening.” Skink from Sadrith Mora.
,,Friend Oasis made Ajira worry.” Ajira, a bit angry cause I’d been playing around with my life again.
,,Well, it is no use to keep things secret much longer. Certain mages have begun to show interest in the situation.” Ranis said, and cast a quick glance at Ajira. So the lovely bit of fur actually found out about the whole spy on the Telvanni thing?

,,A promise is a promise. So I would like to take you back into the guild. With promotion. This does mean you will have to escape from the Telvanni.” The Dark Elf continued.
,,Hey, don’t worry about the Telvanni. I can handle them. So what is the promotion?” I interrupted.
,,Arch-Mage.”

Now normally I would have been at a loss for words and thinking about how funny the idea was to become the leader of two different factions that hated each other. Only some Ordinators dared to interrupt by barging into the room while shouting things as “heretic” and “False Incarnate” and a whole bunch of threats.
,,Oops, looks like I’ve got to go. Keep my seat warm for me, ok?” I said and Divine Intervened out before the Ordinators got to me.

I next made a visit to this Dren guy at his plantage. I hopped in through the back door and got to him. I told my story and he asked me why I wanted to become Hortator.
,,So I can get Azura of my back. And I’ll save the world and bring peace and all that stuff.” I said.

,,I see, so you want peace? Unfortunately, Dagoth Ur has made me a bigger offer. So as you can see, I have no reason to name you Hortator. I now know you as my enemy. Prepare to ARRGH!!!” Um yeah, when I realized the slimey scumbag was in league with the enemy, I took advantage of his speech by slipping a summoned sword between his ribs. He was about to grab a sword anyway and I was too impatient for a fight.

I got out, but not after taking care of two guys who waved Glass daggers at me. Glass is funny, a lot less when I sent it into their own faces with Telekinesis. I went past the last two Hlaalu councillors who where happy to name me Hortator after hearing of Dren’s “unfortunate accident”.

A trip past Curio, and I was the Hortator as well as getting a neat belt. I didn’t quite like the way he talked. If he made any comment about my looks again, I was going to beat the crap out of him. In Ald’Rhun, I became the Hortator of house Redoran. Arethi told me to be carefull, for there had been a public notice that told me I was an Imperial spy, a fake Nerevarine, wanted by the Ordinators for my unforgivable crimes and more of that annoying stuff.

He also gave me a package that told me to talk to the Arch-Canon in Vivec. I bet this was a trap but on the other hand, I needed information that only the temple could provide. Meeting the Arch-Canon was suicide, so who else knew? A huge grin crossed my face when I thought of who I had to meet. My plan was bold and only someone who was totally insane would do it. I liked it.

A recall later, and I arrived in my mushroom. There, I dressed up in the armour of the High Inquisitor again as well as taking the necessary measures to give my skin the right colour. I then got back to Vivec and walked into the city.

,,News from Ghostgate! Open the gates!” I shouted at the Ordinators who stood guard near the palace of the mighty Tribunal god, Vivec. I smiled when they opened it without questions. Showtime.