The Cure for Death Options

[Toroabok]

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…”

[Toroabok]

Part 6 of the Cure for Death: The Silt Strider Ride…again….
After about five minutes of traveling on the Silt Strider, Toroabok explained what happened. EVERYTHING. Toroabok even told Jagmar about how he felt after he killed the Nord. He just let everything come out, which surprised him, because he has never opened up to someone so quickly. For some reason, Toroabok just felt safe with Jagmar. Maybe it’s because Jagmar doesn’t seem like one to judge, or maybe it’s something else.

“Well, Toroabok, it might no be a lust for kill. It probably just feeling. Maybe I don’t know. You may warrior at your heart?” Jagmar stated.
“Ok, well, thanks for listening. Umm… You wont tell anyone, will you?” Toroabok asked.
“Of course no. What is said you and me stays. No one knows unless you let they.” Jagmar said.
“Thank you so-’’ It suddenly got dark again. “What the hell! I’m tired of this! Why does this keep happening?! Jagmar, you know, please tell me!” Toroabok said.
“I believe vampire. I think he, or she, cast spell makes dark. Powerful travel easier that way. I ill of this, also, friend. Vampire maybe powerful, but I silver weapon.” Jagmar pointed toward the bottom of the Strider. “You cast spells? You help. Well, it is you money, so maybe you no want kill vampire?” Jagmar asked.
“Well…. Would rather we not, but if you believe you really can eradicate this evil thing off of this world, then…well…do it! Lets go!” Toroabok shouted with glee.
“Remember, friend: don’t fool with vampire. We have be sneaky and defensive. If vampire grab you, they turn you can. But, let us land this insect.” Jagmar explained. The Silt Strider got lower to the ground to where, eventually, the legs touched the gray, ashy ground. Jagmar got out of the Strider first, and helped Toroabok out. Toroabok was debating on whether or not to leave the Elixir of Life in the Strider of keep it with him. After a couple of minutes (while Jagmar was putting on his equipment), Toroabok decided to keep the book with him, as he thought it would be safer there.
“Now, be sure stay back from Vampire. Don’t let him touch you. He do, you turn,” Jagmar whispered. Toroabok nodded his head and followed Jagmar’s stead. Jagmar looked around, twitching every now and again, looking for any movement at all. ‘Why is Jagmar so tense? I don’t see why he would be so worried…. Maybe he lied to me? Maybe he doesn’t think he can kill the vampire; maybe Jagmar’s having second thoughts? I don’t think so…. I mean, I’ve heard about vampires, but…how tough could they possibly be? If they were so tough, there would be no such thing as a decent civilization in Vvardenfell…right?’ Toroabok thought, but right as he got done thinking that, he felt a breeze go by him and something cold on his throat. He didn’t notice it at first, but he then felt something brushing against his back. Toroabok tried to look behind him to see what it was, but something wasn’t allowing his head to move. Toroabok heard a chuckle and smelt the most disgusting thing he’d ever smelled in his life creep around to his face.
It smelled like a thousand dead Nix-Hounds after rotting in the hot sun for three days… Toroabok gasped as he realized what was holding him. When Toroabok gasped, the sharp blade cut slightly into the skin on his throat, and blood started trickling down his chest. Toroabok gasped load enough for Jagmar to hear, and he turned around and saw the ghastly being. Jagmar brought his sword up and was about ready to thrust it through the fiend’s neck when he was interrupted.
“Ah-ah-ahhhhhh! What do you think will happen when you thrust that sword at me? I will slit this young man’s throat and yours before it even get to where my face will have been. Now, you may want to put that sword down, silly Ashlander,” The vampire stated. Instead of doing what the vampire wanted, Jagmar kept his sword up, in attacking position. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… I’ve already warned you of my abilities…. Why must you disobey?” The vampire asked. The vampire then bent his head down and licked some of the blood off of Toroabok’s throat. Jagmar then thrusted the sword to the top of the vampire’s head, but, before he could do anything, the vampire threw a dagger at Jagmar’s knee. The vampire threw the dagger with such ferocity that it went completely through Jagmar’s knee and it stuck hard and deep into the ground. Jagmar yelled out in pain and fell to the ground.
“Heh-heh-heh…. Stupid native…. Why couldn’t you just follow my orders? This could have been much easier, yet, you strive to disobey…tsk, tsk, tsk…” The vampire laughed uncontrollably. All of a sudden an arrow came out of nowhere and went straight through the vampires neck. The vampire grasped his throat and looked all around him. Toroabok took that chance to go over to Jagmar and give him a potion. “Who the hell did that?! Ah, no worries. It will just heal,” The vampire somehow got out of his mouth, even with a hole in his neck. He then bent down and picked up the arrow. “You see, this isn’t si-’’ the vampire started gurgling and fell down, with a single, silver arrow grasped in his hand. The vampire kept gurgling for a while, and then turned to ash. Toroabok helped Jagmar up and took him to the Silt Strider.
“Wait here,” Toroabok said. He then went over to the vampire and put some of the vampire ash into a flask. He then went back to the Silt Strider and got in. “Can you still operate the Silt Strider?
“I-I think… I'm sorry I got you in bad situation…" They then returned home.

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