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]

The room of the Queen was heavily guarded, at least on the outside…four guards stood watch, and I was as always stopped to tell my business, as soon as I told my name the door swung open.

The Queen was a woman of absolute beauty, long silvery hair, a face free of wrinkles, eyes that spoke of warmth love and knowledge, so I could instantly understand why the people loved the Queen. The guards nodded at me and left, clearly they were a part of the Order as well, so there we were, I was alone with the most powerful woman in Mournhold, and undoubtly she would have a request to me, one I would be forced to undertake, as I would undoubtly pay dear for refusing…someday.

-“As you know, me and my son is being held captive here, and sooner rather than later the palace will most likely be stormed, until then it is imperative that we stay alert…the Temple seeks to crush my son and his dynasty…so I need you to get close to the Temple, seek out Fedris Hler, and ask if he have any tasks for you, that would be all”.

Oh great, I knew something like this would happen, I really needed to get back to Vvardenfell and think a bit, that sounded like a really good idea, so I told Calvius to stay back here, and keep in touch with the Order in case something would happen.

I had just reached the council hall in the Ebonheart castle, when I bumped into Duke Dren, who was finished with his breakfast, or so it seemed.

Hello Dren…the first part of my payback have been completed, your brotherhood pawnies at Mournhold are just piles of ash and blood now…so know this you’re servants here on Vvardenfell is next, and then I’ll get you by the end.

To see his face go pale as a slaughterfish, gave me great satisfaction, even more so, when he invited me to talk with him under four eyes, unarmed naturally, a chance I took.

We walked into his private chambers, and I seated myself in a chair opposite him. He sat down and looked me worried into my eyes.

-“So-so you managed to kill the Mournhold brotherhood, so what, here at Vvardenfell we’re much more equipped, and now we’re ready for you”, this voice had again taken up the noble, superlative and arrogant tune, he thought he could plan such things, that I was just another equation he needed to calculate, that was probably his biggest mistake.

-“So what if you’re better prepared, you’re scattered and cowardly…I will find all of you, and crush you…one…by one”!!! I said bitterly.

He looked at me for a few seconds before he burst out laughing…”Seriously, how would you do that…who do you think you are…God”? he continued his manickly laughing.

I stirred on him for a bit, before I quickly as a serpent drew a hidden dagger, and held it towards his throat. I leaned closer to his face, so that our eyes was mere inches away…”NO, I AM NOT GOD…BECAUSE GOD WOULD FORGIVE”!!! then I pushed him hard backwards, before I plunged the dagger which had a note written I’ll be back for you, on it into the table, then I ran as fast as I could out the doors, and I did not stop before I was standing on the deck of a ship, heading towards Tel Branora.

After a horrible boat-trip(I still hate boats), I was standing a bit shaky on the docks of Tel Branora.
I needed some work, so I could increase further in Great House Telvanni, and why not start with making potential allies, and Dratha was my first choice.

Walking through Drathas tower, told me one thing…this woman most likely didn’t like men too much, as I saw not a single man in here…only women. Dratha herself was sitting on a big chair made of silver. I was surprised when she suddenly raised herself, and welcomed me with extended arms.

-“Ah Delvanni, it is a pleasure to finally meet you at last…Baladas have told me a great deal about you”, I was just stunned, and did not know what to say. “So, if you do me a favour, I’ll make sure to support you, and I’ll give you a little tip as well”.

After telling me what she wanted, I was moving through the immaterium towards Sadrith Mora. Dratha wanted me to bring back the amulet of flesh made whole, which had been stolen by a former male guard, who was now working for Neloth….ah life’s little ironies eh.

I walked into Neloths tower, knowing full well what to do, so I loaded my crossbows, time to give a little surprise to Mr. Berengeval.

I looked around the room, most of the people was watching me, good.

-“I have a package due for Berengeval, is he here”? I yelled. And true enough he was here, clad in a blue shiny robe, and an amulet around his neck. And then he is just so stupid that he actually walked over to me so that he was a few feet away from me…”what package”? he asked greedy.

-“THIS”, I yelled, and fired both bolts into his forehead. Naturally he was dead before he hit the stairs, and then the rest of Neloth’s cronies tried to stop me.

-“HOLD”, I yelled. “our rules deems me more worthy of his possessions than he is, so I could kill him without getting into trouble”…only then did I realise how stupid I had been…again, after that little speech there was nothing against them doing the same to me. I hate it when I get too smart for my own good.

So there I stood surrounded by half a dozen angry mages who wished to have my head brought to Neloth on a silver plate….typical eh?

I fortunately had a few of my darts close by, so I waited for them to make their move. One thing that I had learned in my stay with Baladas, was that I could now cast spells, with thinking on them instead of silly hand motions and shouting incantations, which gave me about a three second head start compared to other mages.

So one of them started to cast an intricate spell, I dragged out my arrogant self. “No no no, you should do it like THIS”, I yelled at him, the same moment I extended my hand and launched a fireball at him. He screamed, and started to run around, in flames, but it didn’t take long before he was just a burning lump on the ground, one down five to go.

While I played with the mage, one had gotten the time of drawing a rather sharp looking claymore, and he was now swirling it around in heavy death laden arcs. Fortunately I knew how to counter it, I quickly enhanced his strength by a simple spell, and his suddenly increased strength, combined with the sword he was swirling around, made him lose control of it. A second later the head of his closest companion flew across the room, and landed nicely in the water-mug. He stopped swinging to see what he had done, and that gave me the time of pushing two bolts into place, firing one at him and one at another one was also a simple issue, even better the two remaining mages lifted their skirts away from the floor, and ran away with their tails between their feet.

I had not counted on this, but the situation did actually reward me with everything I could carry away from the now empty first floor, things like expensive robes, good scrolls, more bolts weapons and other stash, which I dumped off at my stronghold, before I teleported myself back to Drathas chambers, and delivered the amulet to her.

-“Ah good, thank you...and as a reward I give you theses two scrolls, use them wisely, and now for the advice I have to give you”.

-“If you wish to become a Master, you will first need a mouth, and I’ve heard of a Telvanni in Balmora that can be a candidate…but there is something else, you can refuse to become a master and instead take the title Magister, it have not been used in over a thousand years, but it is available for anyone to take, the only catch is that you must challenge the Arch-Magister in combat…so discuss this further with your patron first ok”? then she just, left me and I found myself floating against my will back to Baladas study-room in Arvs Drelen.