The life of Nethemi Ocatu [WIP:P] Options

[Konji]

After a long time away from writing I'm ready to tell of Nethemi's life, starting with his birth, childhood and relative history, all the way to the reason and reasoning behind why he enered the Imperial prison.

Also just done 4 sides of A4 notes on his first few encounters in the ayleid ruins across the from the starting sewers...still haven't found what's at the end.

Watch this space.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Apr 14 2006, 09:56 PM

[Konji]

The journey within the catacombs was extensive and arduous beyond any such adventure I had ever undertaken – Stretching my abilities in ways I had never before imagined. I picked up many useful items along the way, items of value I had never before owned. Of course before that day I had never owned anything more than resentment and love for the people around me, so my new physical wealth was astounding to my beleaguered state beneath the city.

It was with patriotical delight that I realised the old man was in fact the Ruler of all Cyrodil! I had read much of him and his predecessors’ accomplishments, and could not believe my luck that I had come face to face with the Emperor. Once a beggar in the most hated and feared sitrict in the city, I was now near the man looked up to by Man, Mer and Beast.

There is a saying in the Waterfront – ‘To have fought and lost if better than to have never fought at all.’
Well if you swap fought for loved then there may be some truth in those words. I am glad to have once met the emperor, but it did make it all the more of a shock when the fatal assassin appeared behind him.

He seemingly came from out of the wall, a shadow quickly forming into a physical being…a being that drew a poison tipped dagger and slid it between the Emperor’s ribs. As I glanced down at the point of the dagger I embraced the Emperor, letting his fall slowly to the floor. While the guards of the Emperor dealt with the fiend, the ruler of Cyrodil spoke to me once more. He whispered to me of his lost heir, and of his trusted advisor Jauffre. He told me to take the Amulet on his body to Jauffre, and warned of the impending danger. I nodded, a tear relinquishing itself from my eyelashes and merging with his blood as the great man passed away. I closed my eyes and placed him on the floor respectfully, standing and facing the guard stood by me.

He was a large Redguard, with heavy set feature and broad shoulders. But now, with the events taking its toll on even the strongest of us, he stood in a way that made him look small and frail as he mourned over the loss of his leader. He kept muttering to himself of failure, and retribution upon the attackers. I nodded, engaging him in the conversation I had had since my master’s death.

“I am sorry, friend. There was little I could do for him.” I croaked to him, dipping my head in embarrassment at how feeble I must seem.

“It was not your hand that committed this deed, do not be frightened. I, Baurus Cretanius shall strike down all who attempt to taint this world!” he shouted threateningly, raising his arms and turning to face the door behind him.

“Please be calm, brother. The Emperor told me by his final dying words that I should take the amulet around his neck and transport it to Jauffre. Do you know where he is?” I enquired, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning him around to face me again.

“Of course I know where he is, what kind of a blade wouldn’t?” he asked me, a smile emerging on his face. He quickly transformed his emotions into a sturdy set, crossing his arms in front of him and shaking his head. “I shouldn’t believe you but….I must have faith. That amulet is the Amulet of Kings, and Jauffre is currently at the Weynon Priory – That’s just South East of Chorrol.” He told me, a resolute tone boldening his once shaky voice.

“Thank you…I must depart.” I told him, turning and kneeling beside the calm body of the Emperor. I slipped the Amulet off his neck and placed it in one of the trouser pockets, standing and taking a final look at him. “Rest easy, sir.” I whispered down to him, then went through the tunnel leading into the sewers.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Apr 18 2006, 03:15 PM