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]

Well, I'm back again, with a little update for you, so please enjoy yourself.


-“Tell me, where is the king…I much desire to speak with him”, I said in a threatening tone.

-“Disarm yourself woman”, a voice said, “Drawn weapons is not allowed in the throne room”…seeing the five blades or so, that was hold towards the throats of me and Calvius…so naturally I dropped my blades, and heard the clatter of blades hitting the floor behind me, which told me that Calvius was unarmed as well.

The imposing imperial who was wearing royal guard armour…sake for a helmet, was named Tienus Delitian, and he was the captain of the royal guard, so my best guess was to ask him.

I walked over to him, and pushed the letter into his hands. I watched with great appreciation, as his face turned whiter and whiter, the more of the letter he read, but being an imperial, he was quite good with the voice, so he answered back in a cold slick voice.

-“Ah, a severe mistake by the palace I’m sure, you see his Royal Majesty had gotten a tip of one of his informants that you presented a threat o the monarchy, so naturally we couldn’t let that happen…but you may prove your loyalty to his Royal Majesty that you are in fact a faithful servant, do you accept”?…ok, so here was my options, running around doing the bidding of a King who wanted me dead, and maybe, just maybe gain his favour…or I could go against him, and probably sign my own death warrant…I chose the first one.

-“So, someone have been putting out rumours on the street, that His Royal Majesty, poisoned and killed the deceased King Llethlan, to become King himself…naturally such a rumour, is devastating towards his good name and will, and the people will think of him, as the rumour tells, so I need you to go out and stop the rumour, at all costs”.

Ok…that was weird, people would think of the King, as a ruthless tyrant if this rumour wasn’t stopped, well I wont say that they were wrong about him, at least not then, but still if I did not stop this rumour, it would eventually backfire against me, and I would probably have a nasty “accident”, so instead I started to wander around Mournhold.

I decided, that the Great Bazaar, was the best place to start looking up, something to do, and hat do you know, at the end of the large western stairs, I found a woman…sobbing!!!

-“Hey, what’s wrong”? I asked her, holding my arms around her.

And then, she just stopped, sat down, and with a empty voice, she started to tell me.

-“I have this problem, all I do is to work, work and work, I never have time to meet anyone new”…”New”, I asked.

-“Yes, new, I did not go here to Mournhold to work, no, I grew up happily in Tear, until a day my father told me that he had arranged a marriage, between me and some fat nobleman, whom I disgusted the most”…”So, I ran, I ran from town to town, until I found myself here in Mournhold, I was sure that I would find prince charming, only it turned out that was…wrong”.

-“You know what, I will tell you, if I find any single men, in the future…the name’s Telina Delvanni”, I said, extending my hand. “Marena Gilnith”, she said, grasping my hand and shaking it. As I was walking in the Bazaar, a piece of paper, flew straight onto my face. Angry I tore it off, only to see the name Helseth, on it, so naturally my curiosity, went into overdrive, and forced me to read it.

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The Common Tongue.
“Anhar was an agent for Eastern Ebony merchants. There was an unfortunate scandal concerning improper contracts offered to Helseth as compensation for his assistance in obtaining Ebony import remits from the Imperial Board of Census and Excise. Luckily for Prince Helseth, this scandal blew over when no one could be found to testify. Is it just a coincidence that Anhar's health went into a steep decline, just as he was to testify before the Imperial magistrates? He died a natural death, according to the Imperial coroners. Convenient and timely, perhaps, but natural.”

So, this was the rumours that was spread around, that Helseth was a mass poisoneer, well I had no problems about believing in it, but sometimes you have to look out for number one, so now it was time to show this paper Tienus.