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]

Ok...so this is the last update to this chapter, it will only be a short one, and then I'll post the next one soon.


I walked into the council hall at Sadrith Mora, where I could see a big hole, where Gothrens mouth had been, sadly he was unemployed now. I looked around myself, smiling, this was MY council now. “Mouths, listen…there have been as you know a change of leadership here in the house, so now we have some new rules…first, the yearly taxes the mages guild, and the other imperial factions here at Wolverine hall, shall be doubled, and also try to arrest any mage who walks outside Wolverine hall, arrest them for not having he new hospitality papers that we shall introduce…time to show them just who their dealing with”.

I looked around myself, only to be met with ear breaking applause, clearly this was one of the things they had wanted to do for a long time….but never had the time to do while under Gothrens rule…but now I was the ruler, and I had the means to form a revolution to the house, under me the house would grow to be the biggest power on Vvardenfell (or so I hoped).

So now, I had some business down at Dramaru Hleran’s place…time for the last stage of my Stronghold. As I was about to leave, Baladas mouth came to me, and stopped me. Arch-Magister, your chambers upstairs have been made ready, your advisor is waiting for you, he seems to want to talk with you as soon as possible.

Hmm, chambers upstairs in the council hall, I had never heard of that before, but it was worth a try. I walked up the hallway that would take me to the higher levels of the council hall, and there was a big golden door, with the sign Arch-Magister’s Chambers, I opened the door, and walked up to the room in the end of the chambers, and there stood my oak throne, so I guess that the Golden throne that had belonged to Gothren was at my stronghold. And beside it stood a mer in fine robes, he smiled at me.

-“Ah welcome Arch-Magister, I’m your new advisor, would you like to hear the councils current focus”?

Here Ends Chapter Four. © Telendil Delvanni.