The tale of Telina Delvanni, chapter 4., Mournhold, City of light City of magic. Options

[Tellie]

Ok, so just a small one today, as this is all I managed to write at this time...



The Tale of Telina Delvanni. Chapter 4. Mournhold, city of light city of magic.



I was surprised by how much longer the teleportation was, compared to the other one’s I had made…I guess travelling over longer distances took longer time. When I had managed to get a look at the room I stood in, I was dumbfounded…sure I had heard of the beauty of Mournhold Almalexia, the city of Lady Ayem…but nothing could prepare me for the sight.

The floor was made up of huge brass and black coloured tiles. The recesses filled with silver, and the walls was of some dark green stone. Gold metal bandings spread along the wall in mid height, and they was crested with rubies and emeralds…Never have I seen such a beautiful room as the throne room though…large round, blood red coloured pillars stretched themselves up to the roof, which had a painting of the battle at Red Mountain…the King was not here, but a Man that seemed to be slightly more significant than the other guards there…I figured that out with all the gold and silver bandings that decorated his armour.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the Royal Guard armour…it have an unsettling colour of…dried blood, the helmets are so tight that you cant see the face of the guard either, and I always get a shock when I suddenly stand nose to nose with one…but enough of that. The imperial seemed reluctant to speak tome, although I could see his eye flickering around the room…as if he was looking for escape routes…hmm, strange. I opened my mouth, but he cut me off…”Excuse me, I have much to do…get out of the throne room”.

Fine, he did not want to talk to me…well, no need for irritating him, as the enchanted Daedric Dai-Katana at his back, was clearly vibrating by all the power contained. As I was in the courtyard, I suddenly realised there was two doors, and with me hating to guess at things like this, I asked the old Imperial sitting on the flowerbed, where to go.

Plitinius Maro, was his name…and I suddenly realised that I stood and talked to the famous writer of the Real Barenzia novels…I may have mentioned before my love for books…it is a hobby of mine that have helped me much with decreasing the number of money in my bank account…but to actually talk to the writer of a book series that I loved was thrilling. We had talked a long time, before I mentioned the subject of the brotherhood being after me…since he could not do anything else than to tell me that they was supposedly in the Great Bazaar sewers, I should contact the temple, as maybe they could help me out. I had just started to walk towards the entrance to the temple courtyard, when a Cyrodiilic voice came tome.

-“Excuse me ma’am, but do I understand you correctly that you’re going down to the sewers”?…”As a matter of fact you did, how’s that”, I asked back, trying to keep the bitterness in my voice to the minimum.

-“Well, I wondered if you would like a companion, I am a good fighter, can carry heavy loads, and I know the sewers well enough, for your needs”. “Now before you answer, there are some rules, I don’t work for free, so I’ll need 250 septims a month…you’re free to give me new equipment anytime you want, and also take equipment…as long I have my gold, and at least 500 septims worth of equipment…so what do you say…we got a deal”.

Ok…he wanted to be my personal bodyguard for an entire month…for only 250 septims…best deal I’ve ever made…I shook his hand, and gave him the gold…after that I gave him some 2000septims, to get equipped and ready for action…Then we parted, and I entered the temple courtyard.

This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Apr 26 2006, 10:48 AM

[Tellie]

Wohoo...update time, but I'm fraid that this one is rather short, but I'll try to make it up to you all, by giving out a looong one next time.


The blade tore through his neck as though it was merely butter, and his head fell to the floor with a large thud. Directly in front of me, I saw a large oval door…not the kind of doors you see in Daedra ruins, these were much less imposing and unnerving. The door opened with no sound at all, and by the start of a right turn, I could see a man in black robes…my target.

The man standing at the corner, had his back turned, so I warily snuck towards him…with an unsettling feeling of being watched by someone, the man said something for himself…Even though I managed to break into his mind by telepathy, and see the spell he chanted, I was to late to avoid the glass arrow that was shot from the recently summoned bound longbow.

I stood there as a paralyzed guar, when the glass arrow slammed into my right ribs, and I screamed in agony, as several of them was fractured. Still, I managed to get back into cover, standing beside the door entrance. I gulped down a healing potion, and felt the painful method of flesh and bones knitting themselves back into place. I dared to take a look into the room, by extending my head…the leader Dandras Vules, was still standing at the same spot, holding an arrow ready for me.

The next five minutes was some of the worst ones in my life…for five minutes, me shot at each other, he had hidden by his corner, and I had hidden myself between the doorway. The last time I shot into the room, I heard the sound you get when a bolt pierces flesh, and an undeniable scream, that told me he was hit. I walked down to where he was supposed to be, but he wasn’t there, as I found out, when he crushed me to the ground, he had hidden himself in the beams of the roof, and dropped down on me.

And there he sat, a dagger to my throat, mocking me…”Now Delvanni, what do you have for me then, maybe if you just let me do my thing, I’ll let you go”, and then he started with his hand that wasn’t holding a dagger, to unstrap his pants, and I realised what he wanted to do….NO WAY…

I felt my left hand, it was still holding one of the crossbows, and by a miracle it was loaded as well, so now I would have fun. “You know Vules, back in Cyrodiil they never learnt us to tackle this…this feeling”!

-“Feeling, what feeling”, he said suddenly, clearly interested now.

-“Well, it’s kinda like this”…tjokk!!!!, the bolt had flown straight through his gut, and imbedded itself in the wall, and he fell backwards, and landed on the floor, writhing in agony.

I dragged him up by the wall, holding a tight chokehold on him…”WHO ISSUED A CONTRACT ON ME”, I yelled at him…since he did not answer, I summoned a fireball in my hand, ready to be unleashed…”TELL ME NOW”!!!!!, I said in my most hateful voice.

-“You achieve nothing by killing me”, he gurgled out…”You know what, you’re absolutely right”, I told him, and then I lowered my hand with the ready fireball, to a more…delicate spot…”Tell me, and I shall make sure you’re still a man, when you are buried.

He looked at me in shock, before e began blabbering out. “The issue came with a man called H, it was sent down here by an emissary from the castle…and that’s all I know…I swear”, he was actually crying now.

Then, I released the fireball, that hit him in…you know where, and he fell to the floor threshing in agony, while I muttered something like…”Oh dear, my fault”…a bolt in the head later, and his threshing had stopped, and I scooped up a rolled parchment that he had dropped.

CODE

The Bearer of this document, under special dispensation of the Night Mother, who has entered in a contract in perpetuity with H, is given special dispensation to execute Telina Delvanni, a Dunmer recently residing in her stronghold at Salendil’s  grave, on the island of Vvardenfell. In accordance with all laws and traditions, the afore-mentioned personage will be executed in the name of H in the most expedient manner possible. All services of the Dark Brotherhood are at the disposal of the Bearer of this binding and non-disputable document.

I as shaking in my hands after reading that letter, the sheer coldness towards lovely me, and the exact whereabouts of my residence, gave me the creeps. Soon after, Calvius came back, blood dripping from his armour, that was reduced to shreds, but still not a single wound was on his body. “I have rooted out the rest of thus Oblivion cursed place, but I had a little accident, so there is a larger fire going on, so I suggest we get to the surface as quickly as possible.

I gave him a divine intervention scroll, and used one myself to get to the palace. Well up there, I explained to him the situation, and I could have sworn I heard him mutter something like “Corrupted bastards”. So, with weapon in hand, we both marched into the throne room, intent on confronting the king, who was conveniently the only person from the palace, who had the letter H, as his first letter.

This post has been edited by Tellie: May 6 2006, 06:46 PM