Ahnaressu's Travels Ch. 7 Options

[Dantrag]

Forgot to post chapter 7 in this site i realized....here you go.

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Ahnaressu had been scouring the ashlands for weeks, hunting Valnor. The weeks of hunting proved to be unfruitful, leaving a very angry dunmer boy. Ahnaressu was devoid of all emotion in his hunt. Except anger. Familiar images, images that had never left him, filled his mind. He saw his mother dying, offering one last spell to destroy her enemies. He saw Valnor, the cruel dunmer who seemed so far away. He saw the survivors of the tribe, running for their lives, Ahnaressu still wasn't sure of their survival. What he saw most clearly was his future. And in it, he saw his revenge.

Valnor noted the move of the Urshilku tribe. He had seen the old site and the new. He marked the new position on his map for future reference, and continued his hunt for another army. Seeing another small camp, he made his way towards it, planning to give his well recited speech to whoever was in the camp.

Ahnaressu knew he was not himself. It was as if anger controlled his every step. Anger seemed to be a separate entity that took his body from time to time. Ahnaressu remembered the same thing happening during his fight in the Rat in the Pot. Ahnaressu need only to see Relgar to bring him back to reason. Without the baby boy, Ahnaressu believed, he would not have survived so far. Anger would have controlled him, devoured him. He would not lose himself in his anger. Or so he hoped.

An alit walked around, apperently searching for a meal. It found what it was looking for. A cave rat always cured an alit's hunger. The alit stalked silently (For an alit anyway!) on its two awkward legs.
The alit made a strange jump, catching the rat under its foot on the landing. Thinking it had a meal. The alit turned around, only to catch a dagger in the neck.

Nyph smiled at his own excellent marksmanship. Thinking of the meals he could cook with the alit he killed and the rat that was killed for him. The assassin skinned the two animals right there before taking their meat and the alit's hide back to the camp.

Nyph arrived at the camp to see four new mambers. The assassin politely offered them the alit hide, not needing it anyway.
"What a thoughtful gift." one of them said.
"It is my pleasure." Nyph said.
Nyph honestly liked nobody in the band other than Valnor, but he knew they were necessary for their mission. Therefore, he tried to make a sense of "friendliness" in the band, hoping for less deserters. His plan was working. Nyph Noted an unusual dunmer in the latest small group to join their cause. He was obviously not very strong, as a matter of fact, his body looked very frial, but his eyes glowed with an intensity Nyph had not seen in anyone but a certain young boy. Nyph told himself to meet him, but not now. There was food to eat right now. Nyph sat down by a nearby fire and slowly roasted his meat while sipping a bit of matze. Nyph liked nothing better than killing and relaxing. Killing being his favorite.

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"I am willing to work hard." Ahnaressu said.
"Can you swing a hammer?" Thorek asked.
"No, but I can learn." Ahnaressu replied.
"I'll give you a chance, but if you can't pull your weight, you will not work here at the Razor Hole very long." Thorek warned.
"Thank you." Ahnaressu said. "When do I start?"
"Now." Thorek answered, handing Ahnaressu one of the smaller hammers. "I'll show you how to make some smaller weapons, then maybe you can advance into some more complicated works."

Thorek showed Ahnaressu how to make small daggers and arrows from iron. Ahnaressu struggled with the job, and the dagger he worked all day to make was the most pathetic weapon he had ever seen. His muscles hurt from hammering the tough metal, but still wanted to continue; maybe to prove himself able to do better than his first pitiful iron dagger.
"It's dark. You should go home and get some rest." Thorek told Ahnaressu.
"But I can do better, I swear." Ahnaressu pleaded."
"I know, but I would rather you save your strength for tomorrow."
Ahnaressu nodded and walked out of the door.

Ahnaressu walked into the Tribunal Temple, his home for the time being. He walked into the room the priests reserved for Relgar, Cali, and himself. He smelled the wonderful aroma of hound meat being roasted, and it reminded him of the fact that he had not eaten since breakfast.
"Hello Ahnaressu," Cali greeted cheerfully, "You're just in time for some dinner."
"Good. I'm hungry." Ahnaressu said.
"Well I already fed Relgar, and he is sound asleep." Cali continued, "So you can eat dinner without worrying about him - Oh! I almost forgot! Did you get a job?"
Ahnaressu nodded. "I work at the Razor Hole as a blacksmith's apprentice."
"That's great!" Cali said gleefully. Cali then grabbed Ahnaressu's hand and led him to the food.

"Now turn it over and and hammer the edge." Thorek instructed. "No, no. Don't make the edge so thin, you use the file to sharpen the blade, not the hammer."
Ahnaressu continued to work on his latest dagger for about an hour before holding it up to Thorek for inspection.
"Hmmm...nice work, but you could straighten the bladea a bit more. All you have to do is heat the metal again and use the prongs to straighten it."
Ahnaressu did as he was told and started heading out the door.
"Wait." Thorek called. "Here's your pay."
Ahnaressu accepted the hundred gold and continued back to the temple. Thankful that he finally got paid for his week's work.

Ahnaressu became a fine craftsman as the years went by. He could forge weapons from almost any resource. Iron, steel, silver, glass, and even ebony. He got more pay, and took good care of Relgar and Cali, but the lust for revenge still burned fiercely in him.