The Balance: The Neutral Spider, From the Office of Laegus Hawkherd Options

[Red]

Well, this is the starting of my new, hopefully longer living Fan Fiction. This is a very rough draft, AKA only edited and re-edited about 7 times. I know, I'm such a prefectionis. Anyways, this is an odd little gem that I have been kicking around for a while, and the name will soon mean something. Also, please reply with any comments and critiques, nagative or positive. And now, I'm off, and the story is starting. *Dissapears in a cloud of smoke*



CHAPTER ONE: The Trigger

The one question people love to ask me the most is definitely how. How I could just stroll in and out of a murder scene without any thought at all. How I could have evaded the law for so long even though I was so social. How I could possibly fit the accusations against me, and how the crimes could even be possible. I always answer these questions the same way, the cold stare they expect to see.

Lets back up a few years though, so you can understand me the way not many people can. I am Ordras Morvayn, surprisingly good-looking blacksmith living in Cyrodiil. The whole twisted, downward spiral I have been living in as of late started like most stories haven’t. Not with me angry, or happy, or doing anything interesting at all. My ash skinned hide was fast asleep on my soft, comfy bed. I wasn’t dreaming (though I wish I was because it would make this a little more interesting), nor was I looking into a black abyss for hours like normal. It was fast asleep, as in when you fall asleep and feel like you’ve napped for ten seconds. I woke up suddenly, though not groggy, not in pain, not covered in blood, but awake at least. Looking around my large, cluttered room; I noticed how early it was, as the candle I had lit earlier was still aflame. I walked through my room door, past the door of my currently travelling co-worker and past the door where my boss slept before he could afford a real house. After walking a few steps more and jumping down the stairs, all two of them, I was in the smithing room. Here, is where our story bursts from a dull cocoon and spreads the wings of an interesting plot twist.

A tall figure, at least a head taller then me, stood in the smithing room above a body. He wore loose, black leather pants with belts wrapped around various places. A dark cloak over a barely visible shirt ensured I had no guess to his weight, though he looked like he was quite lean from the little of him I could see, and he wore a Netch leather helm painted black. He looked like he killed Hitmen in his spare time. I looked at him, a monstrous looking killer clad in black, and he looked at me, an easy target Dark Elf clad in baggy underwear. He laughed a long, hardy laugh and reached into the pack on his back. I froze. He revealed something, but not a weapon. He threw a shirt and a pair of pants at me. I looked at him hard, and then the dead body of an Altmer he stood above. No one I worked with, my strange Nordic boss thought my co-worker and I were more than enough to do all the smith work his clients required. “Now” the stranger said with a booming voice, pointing at the clothes. I put them on quickly, nearly putting my head through an armhole. I can honestly say I have never felt a material so soft. Funny the things you notice while in shock fearing you might die.

The stranger blindfolded me, but he did it with care and believe you me, that wasn’t expected. He led me a few steps and then picked me up, which was probably awkward for I was pretty tall myself, and placed me in what seemed to be a cart. I heard the braying, naying and bustling of horses and then his dark, booming voice once again. “Close your eyes and your mind, Dark Elf, and fall asleep like you had been earlier” He was definitly a Dark Elf and before I could even think of something to say, I blurted out a blind sentence. “Are you violent?” I barely knew what I meant I was so sleepy and confused, but he did. He took a deep, calming breath before speaking. “No, and you can think of me as a friend as soon as you wake” he said it calmly and in a way only a good friend would, and sounded like he was smiling. What a gentleman.

This post has been edited by Red: Feb 27 2006, 04:10 AM

[Fuzzy Knight]

Two very nice updates Red, the story becomes more and more interesting Hope you'll post some more today...

[Red]

Two very nice updates Red, the story becomes more and more interesting Hope you'll post some more today...

As a moderator, it is my duty to crush those hopes and dreams

Crush them beneath another update at 4:00! Evil!

[Tellie]

As a moderator, it is my duty to crush those hopes and dreams

Crush them beneath another update at 4:00! Evil!

Noo...Red is following in Wolfies footsteps...hey wait, we have a new Dark Lord of the si...er...a new Dark Lord of the Chorrol.com forums...

But, I am reading the last of the st5ory now, I really like the principle of the organisation.,...so I'll be waiting4updates:P

But, dont let it be to long for them to come...

[Red]

But, I am reading the last of the st5ory now, I really like the principle of the organisation.,...so I'll be waiting4updates:P

Just for that, the update is coming earlier! Congratulations! Your vocabulary wins!

I woke up and was relieved the half-nightmare was over. I lied in bed for a few minutes, wondering what time it was, until I heard a knock at my door. I swung out of bed and slammed my knee against the wall, and decided I would complain to the manager later about the lack of space. Groggy and wearing nothing but my drawers, I opened the previously locked door, and I can honestly say I was surprised. A Nord, clad in Dwemer armour (excluding a helm), wearing an enormous smile, pushed his way past me and into my room. Two Nords and a Redguard came in and ensured there wasn’t any breathing room and a Orc stood at my doorway. “My lords Dunmer, where do you keep your mead? Under the bed?” the dwemer clad Nord said. I could now recognize him; he was one of the people who bought me a drink at the pub. He searched around my room, in all the drawers and even under the bed. “No mead? No strength potions? Not even any armour? You must be stronger than I thought Dunmer! Get your robe and helm and meet us in the hall” he, and the others, left my room carrying my few pieces of equipment save my robe, shirt, pants and my helm. They even took my sword on loan!

I dressed myself quickly and ran out the door. “Ok, I’m here. Can I have my, everything back? I have some important folders in the bag you took” the Redguard threw me a large sack. Barely catching it, I examined it. “It has your bag and some assorted potions. Also, there’s plenty of room to store ingredients, loot, plunder and booty” the Redguard smiled while he talked, but his words were still unsettling. The men started walking down the hall and opened a thick wooden door. I followed, still wondering what in the good lord’s name was going on. A large, previously unseen by me Dunmer closed the door behind me as I entered, and locked the door. The room was quite large and was filled with crates and was centred with a large, eight seated table. Everyone sat down, and I did the same.

“Murder, thievery and corruption. These are the three least terrible problems with Skull Drop. Founded by Imperial exiles and criminals, the “city” was occupied by the Emperor’s men, but the citizens killed the soldiers. They took their armour and burned the bodies, claiming that they were impostors and that they were the only true followers of the Emperor. They established their commune farther, and regularly attack neighbouring towns to train and plunder. Our previous attacks, all three of them, have failed. Some of the people in our village consider leaving, many believe that their leaders are unfit to make decisions and the town’s morale is terribly low. Jorg Ravenwise, our most spiritual citizen, read the stars, and says that we failed because were leaderless, even when we had commanders. I now understand what he meant” I knew what he was about to say, so I straightened up in my seat before looking around the room. ”We were afraid to attack the lowliest of Skull Drop’s thugs, and we lost our own support. But now our star hero has come, and we can finally save ourselves. He made short work of a great warrior and is recommended by our friend Caneyelle and Jorg, but even then we cannot trust him fully. As our Nord ancestors did to prove themselves as the bodyguards of the founders of this city, he will do unto us. Prove yourself to us, Star hero, and we will trust you” great, now I must prove myself to people I hardly know, to lead an attack I didn’t plan.