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]

So, a little fight sequence here...enjoy


Then he ran full pelt towards me. He drew an Ebony shortsword, while howling some words, best let unmentioned. I drew my Dwemer blades, and made myself ready to get him. When he was mere feet away from me, I struck out towards him, with both blades, but somehow I managed to accidentally slip on a vet rock, and there I was laying face down, a few inches away from him.

I heard the swooshing sound, and I rolled away, and he neatly cut through my robe, and I felt a wetness erupt in my leg. “You see, you cant beat Geanor, and now I will kill you”.

Ok, he was going for the hard way, fine, time for some magic. “Obsuro Immentia”. The powerful psychic shockwave was designed to throw an opponent several feet away, yet still I was flung straight into the temple staircase, and while the stars was circling my eyes, I heard clashes of steel, so I guess that Calvius was fighting him too. “Inmorte Obsentia”, I watched as the fireball flew towards him, and took an 180 swing, and it was by pure luck, that I managed to get out of its way, however the temple doors was more unfortunate.

I too up my crossbows, “two bolts left…damn”, I loaded, and took careful aim, and sent a telepathic message to Calvius, to get down. The second he dropped, I squeezed the triggers, and watched as a sudden wind, blew both bolts out of the way, and he continued to stand there.

I screamed in frustration, as I flung myself towards him again, Dwemer blades hissing, and whistling through the air. How many times me and Calvius struck, the honoured user just dodged them lamely, or we did total misses, like slipping, loosing our grip, or miscalculating the distance. Calvius was down, he had broken his leg, and was a couple of yards behind me, with the Ebony shortsword through his leg, while Geanor, had drawn an even larger Ebony weapon, from my guesses, a broadsword, which had neatly cut my two blades in half, in one fell swipe.

Ok, so he was resistant to magic, and he probably had something that massively boosted his luck, but I doubted that a direct hit with something flammable, would be reflected, so I jumped back, and drew a bottle with flin, and tossed it directly towards him.

The flin drenched his armour from top to toe, and I quickly launched a fireball, not towards him, but near his feet, and watched with glee, as he was suddenly alight, squealing like a stuck guar. I grabbed his broadsword, and started to hack away on him, true only like one out of ten hits, got to him, but he was laying on the ground, panting. I quickly grabbed the necklace he carried around his neck, and hung it on me, suddenly I felt…lucky. But I noticed the flames was burning out, and he was still alive, so I slashed out against his head, with the broadsword, and felt bones crack, and he fell limp to the ground…dead.

-“Calvius, get over here, and grab his armour…I think that you’ll need it, and you can keep the sword that is stuck in your leg as well”. I then sat down, panting, holding my head. I had gotten many hits on me, and I was bleeding from several wounds, and one time it had been a miracle that my artery didn’t get cut. I gulped down a healing potion, and gasped in pain, as the skin and flesh knitted back, and strength returned…sometimes I wonder what is most painful, the wound, or healing it?