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Toroabok
post Oct 18 2006, 04:25 PM
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I'm new at this, and the story's pretty slow, but I think it'll be really good. I've worked really hard on it, so tell me how I do.

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Part 1 of The Cure for Death: Corprus Cure

“I…I…I did it…” Toroabok uttered in disbelief.

Toroabok was a young Dunmer at this point in his life. He was about 6’1” and was 19 years young. Toroabok was rather puny for his age. This was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything. May it be a tiny little fishing village or the great city of Mournhold, they just wanted to be know for something. This child, however, wanted to be famous by other means. Toroabok grew up different. He was born into a rich family and spent most of his time with his wacky old neighbor. This neighbor taught Toroabok the magic of alchemy. The first thing Toroabok ever made using alchemy was a potion of light to use as a night-light, so he wouldn’t be scared of nix-hounds eating him in his sleep. After that very moment, Toroabok was inspired my alchemy. He found its usefulness and the things it does to make life even a little bit easier.

“I’ve done it! Yes! After all the work I’ve done, this whole year, all the seasons… I have finally figured it out!” Toroabok shouted. He ran out of the palace with the speed of a hundred Nix-Hounds. He then started shouting, “Everybody, I have found it! I have found the cure to this horrible blight that haunts us all! Come here, you!” Toroabok pulled a beautiful young lady toward him and kissed her on her bright, tender lips. Toroabok then realized that there was a young man standing by her side, looking at Toroabok in disbelief. “Oh! Is this beautiful young lady taken by you?” Toroabok asked.

“Yes, she is! Why, I would knock you off your knees right now if it weren’t for these guards!!!” The man shouted at Toroabok.

“Now, now, Hector. You shouldn’t be so mean to someone who didn’t see you…” The beautiful young woman said, blushing fiercely.

“But, Swarna! This man just kissed you right on the lips, like you were his!” Hector yelled.

“I really should be going now. I didn’t realize she was taken. I should have known, though. Why wouldn’t a beautiful woman like her be taken? Please be forgiving, Hector. Certainly don’t take it out on her, either.” Toroabok interrupted.

Toroabok started running again, only faster this time to avoid any other conflict. He then arrived at an odd little building, quite nice, but odd. Without thinking, Toroabok burst through the door without even knocking. He then had to duck to avoid the fireball hurdling toward his face.

“Oh, Almsivi, Toroabok! I almost killed you, young man!” the oddly looking Altmer shouted.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” Toroabok answered.

“So what has you so excited that you almost got yourself killed over?” the Altmer asked.

“I’ve…found it, Hlaamir! I’ve finally found it!” Toroabok said, excitedly.

“Slow down, child. What is it that you’ve found?” Hlaamir asked.

“I’ve found the cure for the dreadful Corprus disease!” Toroabok exclaimed.

“Surely there must be some mistake? I have been doing this research, too, child. I have not come up with as much as a hint as how to cure it! Are you sure that you’ve actually found it?” Hlaamir asked.

“I am absolutely sure, Hlaamir. It has been so long. Wasting one whole year of my life, just trying to find a cure to this disease…” Toroabok said.

“Aye, it is true what they say; children are highly impatient. Toroabok, do you really think one year is a long time? And another thing, young one; you did not waste one year of your life. One year is a very short time, and you didn’t waste it. Think of how many lives you are saving. Not just the people that are infected with Corprus Disease, but the people around them. You still have much to learn, Toroabok.” Hlaamir exclaimed.

“I guess you’re right, Hlaamir; I am highly impatient. The cure is rather complex and my handwriting is sloppy, but I wrote it all down. I hope you can read and comprehend it…” Toroabok explained. He then handed Hlaamir the piece of paper.

“No, Toroabok, keep it.” Hlaamir rejected the paper. “You should share this with nobody. If you do, they will most likely try to steal it. Even I will find it hard to resist the temptation…. Do you have any idea of how famous you will become for this? Do not leave the formula for the cure anywhere. Do you understand, Toroabok?” Hlaamir said.

“Yes, Hlaamir, I understand,” Toroabok then put the formula into his satchel. “Well, what should I do now, Hlaamir?” Toroabok asked.

“Well, you shouldn’t tell anybody else of what you’ve found. Just, go home and relax. Just do something you enjoy!” Hlaamir reached into his pocket. “Here, take this money. It’s more than you deserve.” He held out a large bag of Septims toward Toroabok.

“Are you sure? I think you should keep it…. Don’t you know? I’m not bragging, but my family’s rich. I really don’t need it.” Toroabok pushed the bag away.

“Now you take this bag, damn it!” Hlaamir practically threw the bag at Toroabok. “I’m sorry, but your parents are reasonable and won’t spoil you. They will expect to know why you deserve the money and whatnot. So take this money as my gratitude.”

“If you insist, Hlaamir,” Toroabok then emptied the bag into another satchel, hidden under his robe. Toroabok walked toward the door, opened it, and muttered, “Stubborn old man…”


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Toroabok
post Oct 24 2006, 07:14 PM
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Part 5 of the Cure for Death: No-Name Club Hustle-and-Bustle

Toroabok awoke to the sound of a bunch of crashing noises. He immediately put on his robe and ran outside of his room. A Bosmer man was sprawled out on the floor, along with the owner of the bar. The owner was quite injured, but the Bosmer looked close to death. Without thinking, Toroabok ran to the Bosmer and was knocked to the ground. Toroabok looked at what attacked him and saw a Nordic man with pure rage in his eyes. The Nord was very tall with long, blonde hair, and was advancing towards Toroabok. On instinct, Toroabok retaliated with one of the few spells he knew; a sort of fireball spell, with a twist. It would drain the health from the opponent and damage their strength. With Toroabok’s health back and the Nord grasping his chest on the floor, Toroabok got up and stood over the Nord. Toroabok then killed the Nord with one final spell.
“What happened?!” Toroabok shouted. He then ran over to the dieing Bosmer and used the best healing potion he had on him.
“Did you kill ‘im?! ‘E ‘as jus’ drunk!” The owner yelled.
“Of course! I mean, I hear all this noise and see two men on the ground, bleeding. Then, a Nord knocks me to the ground, and starts walking toward me, with the look of death in his eyes!” Toroabok explained. But that wasn’t the full truth. Toroabok could have just drained all of the Nord’s fatigue out with a simple spell. But for some reason, Toroabok wanted to kill this Nord with all his might. He had never killed anybody, and, in a way, it felt good… Toroabok was afraid of this feeling… He had never killed anybody, and he never dreamed he would feel this way after doing it.
“Well, you bet’er leave. You ‘on’t ‘ant ‘a guards to come ‘unnin’ in ‘ere and arrestin’ ya’. I ‘ont tell anyone ‘at you did it. And I don’t think anyone else ‘ill, either. I ‘ean, ‘u killed a man, ‘ut you also saved a ‘ife. So, go on, ‘et outta ‘ere.” The owner said while getting back on his feet.
“Thank you, sir. I appreciate this very much. And I thank every other soul in here, too. I won’t forget this. And please, go to this diseased man’s funeral and give my condolences. Liquor is a poison, my friends. Good riddance.” Toroabok said as he wheeled around toward the door.
“Wait!” The Bosmer shouted. “Thank you so much for saving my life. I have been a drunk since my wife died. So, in a way, part of the reason this Nord is dead is because of me. You saving my life was a rite of passage for me. Maybe you, too, but you may have saved lives before, of course. I, Hwingvlite of Valenwood, vow to never drink another alcoholic beverage again. I want to make something of my life, and I would like you to help me. What occupation should I do?” The Bosmer asked.
“Well, umm… That is flattering, indeed. Well, there are many things you can do, my friend. You could become a warrior and defend helpless towns from invaders. Maybe a witch-hunter or something to that extent. Maybe you could become a Healer, and help people all over Vvardenfell. Of course, it is up to you. Only you can shape your destiny,” Toroabok stated.
“Well, what do you do for a living? I want to know what you do, and I will train as hard as I can. Please tell me,” Hwingvlite said.
“That’s highly flattering. Well, different people classify me differently. Some people call me an Alchemist. Others call me a mage. I, personally, don’t think I really fit into a specific class.” Toroabok said.
“Thank you. I will strive to be like you, as you are a great person. Again, thank you…and farewell.” Hwingvlite said and sat down at he bar. “A cider, please”
Toroabok chuckled, “Well, I ought to go. There is not much to do here, and I want to get home very badly. Again, good riddance.” Toroabok went back into the room, got his supplies, and he walked out of the No-Name Club.
Toroabok was still shaken up from the Nord attack, and was shaking ferociously. Toroabok saw an Ordinator and started pacing. Then he saw another and he seemed to be coming towards him. Toroabok started walking a little faster, and when he looked behind him and saw the first Ordinator following him, he started going at a full-on run. Toroabok ran as fast as he could to the Silt Strider port.
Jagmar jumped as Toroabok stamped his foot on the port. “My, you run fast! Why you do?” Jagmar asked.
Toroabok put up his index finger as a sign to wait for a moment. Toroabok was highly out of breath, muscles sore, and magicka practically drained. “H-h-home! Q-quickl-ly!” Toroabok panted.
“Oh fine. Get in get in. Your Tamrielic worse mine now,” Jagmar chuckled. Toroabok climbed into the giant bug once again for his journey home. Jagmar once again started the controls and moved the Silt Strider toward home. “Well, you just explain we going, kay?” Jagmar asked…

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Toroabok   The Cure for Death   Oct 18 2006, 04:25 PM
jack cloudy   One year and he discovers the cure to Corprus. Eit...   Oct 18 2006, 07:29 PM
The Metal Mallet   There's a very nice flow to this story, despit...   Oct 19 2006, 01:45 AM
Toroabok   Thx, guyz. I appreciate you guyz's help. Met...   Oct 19 2006, 04:16 PM
The Metal Mallet   Another nice update with a humourous conversation ...   Oct 19 2006, 07:50 PM
jack cloudy   Heh, we need more mothers like that. Why are the h...   Oct 19 2006, 09:39 PM
Toroabok   lol, tell me about it... Actually, im kinda modell...   Oct 21 2006, 12:19 AM
The Metal Mallet   Hmm, this Jagmar character is rather interesting, ...   Oct 21 2006, 12:27 AM
jack cloudy   Hmm, creepy. I hope that Jagmar has trained hard e...   Oct 21 2006, 04:09 PM
Toroabok   ok, guyz, heres the deal: I got grounded and i for...   Oct 23 2006, 02:35 PM
Toroabok   Part 4 of the Cure for Death: Relaxation Toroabo...   Oct 23 2006, 10:08 PM
The Metal Mallet   Y'trug was a very interesting addition to your...   Oct 23 2006, 11:05 PM
Toroabok   Thanks, I'll watch that. Ok, gotta get back t...   Oct 23 2006, 11:43 PM
The Metal Mallet   Neat little update Tora. Things are starting to g...   Oct 24 2006, 07:41 PM
Toroabok   heh-heh, hopefully. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! lol my ...   Oct 25 2006, 12:24 AM
Toroabok   Part 6 of the Cure for Death: The Silt Strider Rid...   Oct 25 2006, 04:28 PM
The Metal Mallet   I liked it. I'm curious to see who this myste...   Oct 25 2006, 06:39 PM
jack cloudy   Yeah, good aim indeed. But why not use the silver ...   Oct 25 2006, 07:37 PM
Toroabok   actually, jack, it was a silver arrow. The vampire...   Oct 25 2006, 10:04 PM
jack cloudy   Oh, he grabbed the arrow. Sorry, I thought he got ...   Oct 28 2006, 01:31 PM
Toroabok   HOLY CRAP GUYS IM SO SORRY! Yeah, I started pl...   Dec 15 2006, 03:58 PM
Soulseeker3.0   well... so long as you update eventually i'll ...   Dec 16 2006, 05:38 AM
Toroabok   Lmao. I did it again. Damn, I need to learn resp...   Jul 12 2007, 04:30 AM


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