Princes of the Night - Chapter 1 Options

[Fuzzy Knight]

Princes of the Night - Chapter 1

First part of Princes of the Night as I'm currently writing, I'm very sure I'll edit the story as I write more. But I hope u like the little I've written here... I'm no great guy in writing, and neither do I know much about Morrowind Lore, but I'll learn as I write I hope!

Sylvan approached the huge wooden door, the little beam of the light shined through. He was moving slow as he didn't want to be spotted by the Dunmers, all he could see was a huge table. It was covered with food and drink, not far away was two figures - Dunmers, he could only see they were wearing robes as the bright light from the fire place made it hard to point out detail.

Sylvan stayed low as a third figure came in, they started talked, and they seemed calm. Sylvan could see how one of them handed out a scroll to the two others. They red through it together, before looking up. They started talking about the scroll, as Sylvan could understand. Then they left the room, and then it appeared a body that Sylvan hadn't been able to see. Looked like a Redguard. Sylvan slowly pressed his fingers between the gap and opened the door slowly, giving him just enough room to look out. He could see an open door to the left of him, hearing the Dunmers talking.

Sylvan looked back at the open window he had climbed through. 'Should I go back' he thought to himself, he sat down away from the door. He closed his eyes focusing on hearing what the Dunmers said. Sylvan didn’t know what was going on, but it was a murder. Sylvan looked out again, the Redguards face looked stoned, almost as he had seen some kind of ghost. The Redguards eyes, totally white almost glowing. His hands holding on his heart, squeezing hard. Sylvan tried to hear of what the Dunmer’s was talking about in the other room, he could go out of the room and into the main hall with the dead Redguard, but he was to afraid. Sylvan wasn’t the person to easily get afraid after wandering around in Morrowind meeting all kind of creatures. But something about these Dunmer’s gave him a chilling feeling.

Sylvan once again turned back as he looked into the white eyes of the Redguard, he took his hands and rubbed his face. Sylvan just sat there, looking out the open window where he came from, the stars was glowing tonight. Sylvan then heard footsteps, the three Dunmer’s came out of the room into the mail hall flocking around the dead Redguard. One of them sat down, reaching out his hand at his wound and he took out a dagger. The flame looking blade was totally red from the blood. He nodded and they took off against Sylvan, Sylvan held on to his scimitar as they closed up against his door, Sylvan tried to push out the courage he had. Before the Dunmer’s turned walking up the stairs to the right of the door. He could see how the dust came falling from the ceiling as the Dunmer’s walked around on the 2nd floor.

Sylvan took the opportunity and ran out of the room; his shift movement didn’t make much noise as he approached the Redguard. He leaned over, scanning the table. He spotted the scroll; he grabbed it opening it at the spot. He tried to read it, but it was some kind of ancient runes or something that Sylvan didn’t understand. Sylvan took the pencil and sheet on the table and started writing it down, in his hurry he missed some letters as he heard the footsteps started coming against the stairs. He saw the legs of the Dunmer’s coming down the stairs slowly, Sylvan threw himself back running against the storage room.

He leaped into the piles of barrels and boxes, peeking between two small barrels as the Dunmer’s came around the table where Sylvan just stood. He could see them more clearly now, their faces looked quite normal for an old Dunmer. But it was emotionless, their eyes was totally red and looked out into nothing. Sylvan started thinking of the scariest things as he sat there. Sylvan sat there, looking at the Dunmer’s as they searched the house. In the end they left, leaving the Redguard behind and taking some old scrolls and books.

The next day Sylvan reported it to the Imperial Guards, they soon searched the house. Sylvan was currently left out as they looked through the house. All they had was Sylvan’s story and a dead Redguard. They didn’t take Sylvan’s story that serious, they saw it as another murder – Not by mindless possessed Dunmer’s as Sylvan’s story almost pointed out. As sundown came the guards had nothing, no one had seen anything.
Only Sylvan. Sylvan took it in his own hands for now, the Dunmer liked challenges, but he didn’t want to dig to deep into his murder. Something about those Dunmer’s haunted him at night. The people in little Caldera is mostly nice, even as over the years it had been built out and taken in more civilians. But Sylvan knew one thing, and that was that the Redguard was trader and he had a shop not far from his house in Caldera’s main street.

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains giving room for the moons and stars Sylvan sneaked in the cover of night into the Redguards shop. It was dark, Sylvan stopped a lantern on the desk. The light brightened up the room, showing off the dust and even rust on some of the weapons, he had been away from this place a while – a lone while Sylvan knew. He searched through the book cases and boxes off equipment, but he didn’t find anything useful. The still saw in front of him the Redguard and the Dunmer’s and how he might have been killed. But, in the corner behind the desk the lantern revealed a little wooden box. It was locked, the iron lock wasn’t an easy task to get up at least not for Sylvan.

After a while of searching Sylvan found a key. The old, rusty iron key fitted in the keyhole. Sylvan slowly opened it. ‘What could it be’ he thought as it appeared a little pouch of Netch skin. He took it up, it wasn’t any heavy but not so light. He untied it and opened it, it appeared a long green crystal. It reflected the light from the lantern, lighting up the whole room in green. The fine crystal trapped Sylvan’s eyes as he looked at it, and touched it. ‘This most have worth a fortune!” Sylvan thought as he putted into the pouch and into his sack hanging by his left hip. But the crystal was hiding more then Sylvan could have ever known...

[Fuzzy Knight]

Sylvan entered the alchemist shop, it was pretty old. And was run by family reasons through generations here in Caldera. Sylvan noticed the old woodwork and all the potions, soul gems, crystals and diamonds. It was a huge room and in the cover in front of the stairs was the desk, but it was empty. Sylvan walked around looking at potions, Sylvan noticed specially a huge vial with a green liquid. It looked almost the same color as the crystal, and it was behind the desk on a bookcase to the right of the stairs.

Then down the stairs came an old High Elf, he looked quite tired. His face looked straight down at each step he took, his robe looked like it had been used for eternity, its color was fading and looked more grayish then the dark green it had been. He walked up to the desk, his lips slowly opening.

“Hello! Is there anything you need?” the old and light voice spoke out to Sylvan as he was looking around in the shop.

Sylvan walked up to him, taking of the pouch and opened it in his hand as the Altmer looked down at him, his eyes soon opened as he saw the green crystal reflecting his face as clear as a mirror. Sylvan laid it on the desk gentle.
“Yeah… I was wondering if you can figure out something about this crystal, worth and if it has any magical capabilities” Sylvan said, he was a little unsure of what he wanted to say and what he wanted to know as he spoke it out.
The Altmer picked up the crystal, sharpened an eye as he moved it closer and closer his eye. He closed his left eye as he looked it up close. Moved and turned on it, looking more and more surprised as his face reached for a vial on the desk.

“This might take a while, you can come back this evening around sundown…” he said to Sylvan totally focused on the crystal, it really captured him like it had done with Sylvan. He grabbed some other potions and went up the stairs.

Sylvan wasn’t sure, but the crystal wasn’t much safe around here with this Altmer. Sylvan rushed to the door, he opened it and scanned around. He didn’t see anything of the Redguard, and that he thought was weird. Sylvan went out, he stayed on his guard for the Redguard as he moved across the street into the little alley between Deloria’s Bookstore and the Redguards Trades house. He turned back as he looked for the Redguard before moving up against his house, Sylvan went into his house. It wasn’t that big, but it had two floors and was big enough for Sylvan as he lived alone. It was mostly filled up with equipment and all other stuff you could imagen you would get from a 10 year of adventuring with his old friends around in Morrowind. He went up the dark stairs and to his bed, he was tired after almost no sleep within the past days. He took of his equipment and took his scimitar and hanged it up on the wall where he usually had it. He took of his upper shirt, and was about to sitt down on his bed as he noticed a strange mark not far from his left shoulder. The mark of a strange of too “S” facing each other with a weird slash through it. ‘What in the name of all good is this!?’ Sylvan thought almost panicing. He smacked himself in the face leaning back on the bed rubbing his hands in his face.

He looked down, it was still there. His skin around the strange mark was a little bit red. Sylvan blinked and shaked his head in confusion. ‘Is this a dream?’ He closed his eyes, he thought about the Dunmer’s and the Redguard. Sylvan didn’t understand anything, he was about to get up of the bed when he got a terrible headache, was like people was stabbing him with daggers. Sylvan twisted around holding on his head, in the end he fell a sleep.