The adventures of Arthago chapter II, The Rebellion Options

[Agent Griff]

Here's the link to Chapter I of Arthago's tale.
http://www.waiting4oblivion.com/forums/ind...?showtopic=1782

We can get this new chapter over with. I can also tell you that after this chapter, Arthago will move to a new province. I'm not telling though, you have to be on your guard. Well, blabbering over, here's the begining of the newest chapter of Arthago's tale. Enjoy!


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I found myself in an icy Arena, fighting someone I didn't know. He was a tall Imperial, wearing ebony plates under his blue cloak. He wielded a great mace which gave him supernatural power. He lunged at me with a ferocity I had never seen before, forcing me to put all my strength into evading his blows. He had a red in his eyes which froze the blood in my veins. What did he want? Why was I fighting him? I woke up in my inn bed after managing to hit this powerful foe. I was sweating heavily, and my head was banging. It had been a nightmare, a very realistic one. I hoped that this I wouldn't experience this kind of nightmare ever again.

Nightmares and monstrous foes aside, I had a meeting with the king of Sentinel and I didn't want to be late. I took a look at my armour. It had some patches of dirt on it, the weather in Sentinel was very windy at the time so sand storms often engulfed the city. I gave the armour a quick scrub with a cloth then put it on. I wanted to look my best if I was going to meet the King and talk affairs of state with him. I made my way downstairs and after greeting the regulars I was on my way to the palace. I decided to collect Marshall Daron from his house first. When I reached his house, I found him shaved and wearing some expensive clothes. So the Marshall had an official side to him eh?
"Are you ready sir?" I asked.
"Ready as can be, let us be off!" Marshall Daron said. And with that we were on our way to the palace.

We reached the palace soon enough, and entered the throne room. The king wasn't wearing his crown or any fancy clothes. This must have seemed like an unofficial meeting to him. Whatever. I greeted him.
"Greetings sire! We have come to discuss the subject of Lord Kain's murder." I said in an official tone.
"Yes. Lord Kain was, a good man. But sadly, the ambitions of another got into the way and he was murdered in cold blood." the King said in a sad voice.
"Aye. Lord Vhosek." Marshall Daron said.
"Yes. Lord Vhosek's personal ambitions were to rule his own province. He has it now, in the form of Lainlyn. The terms I agreed with him were that, if Lord Kain refused to rule in our name Lord Vhosek could slay him and rule the province himself. It seems Lord Vhosek didn't even propose any terms, he just plain murdered Lord Kain. If I were to send soldiers to arrest him, he could go to the kingdom of Wayrest and start a war with us. I can't have that, the men have just returned to their homes after a war. We must wait and somehow bring Lord Vhosek to justice." The king said.
"I know how." I said.
"And how may that be Arthago?" Marshall Daron asked me.
"I will go to Lord Vhosek's palace in Lainlyn and slay him myself. I can't let Lord Kain's murder go unpunished." I said in a bold tone.
"Bold words for someone so young. How will you get past Vhosek's guards? He has his own knight order to protect him." The king said. He was right, I was geting too bold for my own age and experience.
"Yes, you are right my king. But what shall we do? Lord Vhosek might as well build his power in Lainlyn and start a war with us. We must neutralize him. If he lied to your Majesty and murdered Lord Kain just to gain power then he doesn't feel any fear towards your Highness." I said.
"Aye, true words. I must say that you have a great ammount of political savy my boy." the king said. Wow, beeing aknowledged by the king felt great.
"I have heard that some rebellious groups have been popping up in the north of the kingdom. Maybe Lord Vhosek has already started his movements?" Marshall Daron said.
"Unprobable, but we must check into it. We cannot risk Lord Vhosek making troop movements in our own backyard. You are to look into it Arthago." the king said.
"I would be proud my king. Where must I go?" I asked.
"Go to the town of Verkath, south west of Skaven, and inspect the situation there. Come back and report once you've found any evidence of troop movements alright?" Marshall Daron said.
"Aye, I'll be on it right now. I'm off to pack my things and any suplies I might need on the journey. Farewell my king! I shall return once I find enough evidence of troop movements." I said in an anxious tone. Finally, a new quest, not just any quest, a quest from the King! And with that I was off to the market to buy some food and water.


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And that's the first bit of this chapter. It was kind off short, but the next one will be longer, I promise you. And if some of you missed the last update of the first chapter then you should check it out. Cheers!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 26 2006, 10:34 AM

[Agent Griff]

Sorry for not writing sooner but school has been a umbrella seller lately. I'm back on track now so you can rely on me writing more of Arthago's tale.

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I slowly made my way inside the barracks with my Wood elf friend, or Bosmer as he liked to call himself. Once we stepped in I could feel the strong smell of rotting flesh and bones. I could see the head and the torso of a Redguard soldier on the floor in front of me and the rest of him was smeared along the walls.
"This is some gruesome stuff." the Bosmer said in his squeaky voice. If he said one more word he would have surely allerted the enemy.
"Shut up and be on your guard. There's something about." I slowly said in an angry tone to the little Bosmer. He stopped talking after mumbling something to himself.

We slowly advanced along the blood-soaked corridors, being careful not to allert Vhosek's men. We heard something soon enough.
"Who's there?" a voice echoed through the desolate halls.
"It's just me you little girl." another voice echoed from the oposite direction.
"Be careful if you hear someone behind us." I whispered to the Bosmer.
"Don't worry, if he comes my bow will be right on him." the Bosmer slowly whispered, keeping to my tone.
We advanced some more until a man came in front of us. From the little light there was, I could see he had the moon of Vhosek on his chest.
"Who goes there?" the soldier asked.
Watch out behind us." I whispered to the Bosmer as I raised my scimitar.
"What?" the Bosmer asked as I ripped open the soldier's neck with a quick slice of my blade.
"Shut up and look out behind us, I'm going ahead." I said as I left the Bosmer alone. He must have been scared, poor little thing.

I made my way across the corridors until I reached a corner. There was light coming from behind the corner so I figured it must have been a torch or some similar thing. I was wrong, the light started moving from around the corner towards me. I quickly backed up as I saw a soldier of Lord Vhosek appearing in front of me.
"Who the hell are you?" the soldier with the torch said as he reached for his sword.
"The last living thing you'll see." I whispered as I started running towards the soldier with all the speed I could.
The soldier seemed to raise his sword ready to parry my strike as I approached him so I changed the position of my blade from close to the neck to near to the stomach. I did it just in time as I ran past the soldier with my head low. I slashed him across the belly, leaving his organs on the floor. Since I didn't like seeing a man in pain, I ended the soldier's life with a quick strike of my scimitar.

After the soldier died it seemed the whole barracks was allerted to my presence. I heard someone running from behind me soon enough. I turned around to see what was coming. A large armoured figure came at me with a mace raised. He knocked me over then prepared his mace for the finishing blow. The blow never came. I realised what the man was running from when I saw an arrow penetrate his neck. The man fell over next to me and the Bosmer soon made his appearance, bow in hand.
"Word of thanks?" the Bosmer asked.
"Try not to hit me next time." I said in a sour voice. I really owed him thanks though, he did save my life.
"We'll see what happens when a brute knocks you down again." the Bosmer said in his annoying voice.
"Jokes aside, I owe you thanks for saving my life friend. What's your name?" I asked the brave Bosmer as he checked his quiver for arrows.
"Arathor of Athay." the Bosmer said, proud of his heritage.
"Arthago of Vulnim Gate, glad to meet such a fine elf." I said.
"Heelp us!!!" a shout echoed through the halls before Arathor could respond.
"Those must be our men, let's go!" Arathor said as he led me to the source of the sounds. He had some fine ears indeed.

After a few minutes of running around through the bloody halls we soon reached a door. I broke it down after Arathor tried pushing it open. Inside were about 12 men, all huddled together. They appeared scared at the sight of our small party.
"Who are you?" one of the men asked.
"We're soldiers loyal to King Lothun. Come with us! We're assaulting the palace!" I said, trying to boast the men's courage.
"King Lhotun? How did he find out about the attack?" one of the men asked me.
"He's here in the city, leading the assault on the palace. Come, fight for him!" I said.
"Hear that lads? The King's here! Let's go flush that Vhosek out of the palace!" one of the men said as he rose to his feet.
"To battle! For Sentinel!" another shouted as he rose to his feet as well.
"For Sentinel!" all of the men shouted as they ran towards the exit.

Soon enough, we were outside of the barracks. The host of men which was with the King had made camp for the night in the ruins of a noble man's building. I led the prisoners to the captain of the host.
"And what do we have here? Reinforcements?" the captain asked with a sarcastic voice.
"Yes. Clothe them and give them weapons and armour then they'll fight." I said, pointing to the men who were happy to see the King, fighting among them.
"Well, at least we've renewed our numbers. It's getting late so I'll go to bed. Your chambers are on the second floor, third door on the left." the captain said as he made his ways to his chambers.
"Arrogant bastardx." I muttered as I made my way upstairs.

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That's it! Opinions (and unions ) are appreciated!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Apr 14 2006, 03:15 PM