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]

Baladas looked up at me, before smiling. “Ah Telina, you have returned I see, and I know the reason well…but before we do anything next to your advancement, I have two chores for you”, I sat down by his table, and listened carefully.

-“As you know, your stronghold was completely legal, as the Redoran’s and Hlaalu’s have complained much in the past with our less than legal strongholds…but, now it seems they have done the same, the manor of Bal Isra by the Redoran’s and Odai platform, is illegal…so you go ahead and slay Raynasa Rethan, and Banden Indarys, and sack the manors, before you put them to the torch”.

This was just too simple, I had a good idea of what to do, so I bowed before I took the closest strider to Vivec…time to talk to Czevahk again. I found Lord Iquisitor Czevahk in his respective chambers at the ministry of Truth, and sat down at his desk.

-“So Delvanni, what is it you want”? he asked me.

-“It have come to my ears that both house Hlaalu and Redoran have built illegal strongholds, so I need four or five troopers, to clear out the strongholds”…he looked at me, before a smile stretched across his face, a cold smile that sent a chill deep into my bones. “Very well, you take my four guards, and clear the manors of their masters”.

The closest manor was the one at Odai platform, so me and my four Ordinators took a strider to Balmora, and then walked at foot the rest of the way. It was almost nightfall when we came to the platform. A high wall stretched around the entire place, and I could see a tall watchtower made out of stone. The sole guard yelped before he took his to his feet in the general direction of away from us as fast as he could…so much for chivalry.

At the courtyard inside, we could see three buildings, so I ordered two Ordinators to take the watchtower and the other two to take the furthest manor, I would take the main manor myself. As I entered, two servants tried to block my path, but I aimed my two crossbows at them, and told them to get the Oblivion out of here if they valued their lives.

After they had left I walked fast up the stairs. “RETHAN…COME OUT AND FACE ME”, I yelled. And there in a chair by the corner sat a drunk Raynasa Rethan.

-“Oh *hic* crap, I told the builder I would *hic* get in trouble for this”. She was pathetic, and I didn’t even bother fight her, instead I just fired two bolts into her chest, swift and painless.

The manor had much of interest in it, one thing that pleased me much was the Ebony Longsword, and the Ebony throwing stars, along with various other things like gold and gems. I took everything of value, and fastened the sword at my belt, before I took a torch, and put everything that could be burned to fire. The Ordinators had done the same to the buildings they had visited, and their armour was predictably bloodstained, and big piles of weapons and armour was laying outside. We loaded all of the stuff inside two crates, and had it shipped to my stronghold at Salendils grave, and then we made it back to Balmora to get a room for the night.

I myself could not sleep at all, I was stained in sweat, and could not get the thought of what the Ordinators had done to those helpless servants out of my head. The next morning we caught an early strider to Ald Rhuun, and walked up to Bal Isra. The stronghold was smartly built, with the most of the manor buried under the ground, and they had a fabulous watchtower, that had managed to spot us, so there was an armed retinue of guards waiting for us when we arrived, and naturally being Redoran everything was built of these ugly shells, that made me sick just to look at.

-“Step back Telvanni, you have no business here”, one of the guards yelled at me, pointing his weapon at me.

-“In the name of the Tribunal temple, this manor is to be raised to the ground, due to illegal construction, and your master Banden Indarys is to be killed, but I give him a choice of fighting me first”. One of the guards ran inside again, soon after he came out with the mer who had to be Banden.

I was a bit shocked when I saw Banden, he was taller than any other mer I had seen, and had it not been for his skin colour, I would have believed that big muscular body to be of an orc, and in his hand he was holding a massive Ebony Broadsword.

-“So, you dare to fight me woman…you shall regret it, because I Banden Indarys house father of house Redoran always kill my enemies…lets fight a duel”, and then he charged forward.

-“So a duel eh”? I said, as I took aim with my crossbows, “Don’t expect a chivalrous fight from me”, and then I shot two bolts towards Banden.

The bolts flew straight and true, and one of them slammed into his chest, the other however, missed some altitude, and locked itself in his left knee, which forced him to tumble over, and gave me an advantage.

I looked over at the screaming Banden, who was desperately trying to remove the bolt, that had locked his knee totally. I saw that he would not manage that without help, so I gave him a fireball to put him out of his misery.

-“OK, I’ll give you one minute to get the Oblivion out of my way before we start killing everyone here”, I yelled, and the guards was quick to run away. I walked into the manor, and gathered everything of value, including a massive oak throne, which stands in my house to this very day. We did the same as before, and loaded everything in crates, and shipped them towards my stronghold, and then we put the entire thing to the torch, but not before I had drawn a rough sketch of the watchtower. I bade the Ordinators goodbye, and watched them go back to Vivec, and I was about to move away myself, before I remembered something, Indarys’ sword. The big Broadsword was so heavy that I could hardly lift it, but it would make a great asset to my collection, so I teleported back to my Tel for some rest.

I awoke next morning feeling the odd way of having yet again gotten greater intellect, and I felt…lucky, not to mention stronger and fitter. I had had this same feeling of being…elevated several times before, and it felt great each time. I only had a quick breakfast, before I was off to Baladas study-room again, and found him happily awaiting me.