Bloodlust - The Continuation, And the likely conclusion as well!!! Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Well, here's the link to the previous thread: Bloodlust - The Beginning

You can continue your praisings of my written words here. Expect an update next Saturday. I don't expect I'll get one out sooner. School starts again

[The Metal Mallet]

And we're back! Or should I say, I am back! Here's the long-awaited update to my story, enjoy it for what it's worth!


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As Savlian returned to the barracks, his thoughts kept going back to Rah’mirr’s odd comment about Sethyas being a “Nerevarine”. The fact that the Khajiit told him to forget about right after only furthered his curiosity. Obviously, this title held some importance, and Savlian wanted to find out what that exactly entailed. But the problem was how he was going to find this answer. All possible path eluded him.

Savlian did not want to Sethyas right out, mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the assassin should this title be something completely inane or trivial. He also was just speaking with Sethyas so it would be inconsiderate to the mer’s recovery to bother him about such a thing. No, Savlian would just have to find an alternative method.

During his trek back to the barracks, Savlian took a spur of the moment detour to the Count’s Castle. The dismissal from attending the meeting between Sethyas and the Count refreshed itself in Savlian’s mind and his curiosity was piqued once more.

Savlian casually knocked onto Ormellius’ door and the Count bade him to enter. Savlian opened the door and saw that Ormellius at his desk, his concentration set upon the documents that took up copious amounts of space on his desk.

“Sir, if I could just take your time for a second,” Savlian asked courteously.

“Ask away,” Ormellius replied, not even taking his eyes away from the document he was looking at.

“Have you ever heard of the term ‘Nerevarine’ before?”

Ormellius’ eyes lifted from the page and fixed Savlian with a sceptical and suspecting gaze. “Where did you hear that word?”

Savlian all ready knew the Count knew something as soon as he looked at him the way he did. “I heard it from the assassin, Rah’mirr. That’s what he called Sethyas, but he became very quiet about the subject as soon as I mentioned it to him. It’s unsettling.”

Ormellius paused momentarily, but then his eyes returned to the page he had been reading. “It’s nothing that concerns you,” Ormellius replied in a concluding tone.

Frustration attacked Savlian’s senses and he started to waver on his feet, his thoughts struggling between curiosity and obedience. Finally, he stood still. “Sir, I know you know something about this matter. I’d like to know what it is,” Savlian said with forced evenness.

Ormellius looked up from the page once again, only anger and annoyance were displayed in his eyes. “I thought I told you that this matter does not concern you,” he reiterated in an icy tone.

Savlian didn’t back down though. “If you expect me to co-operate with these assassins I need to know about this. I believe it’s connected to this case. This is why you excluded me from your conversation with Sethyas wasn’t it?” he shot back.

Ormellius shot up from his chair. “Yes! Our talk was about that, and among other things. I dismissed you because you didn’t need to be involved in our discussion. Now you keep that tone in check, Captain,” Ormellius warned the reddening Captain.

The Count didn’t intimidate Savlian; he had faced worse for several years with Vernon. “I don’t deserve having information like this withheld from me. It’s not fair,” Savlian said.

“Yes, and you’ve been completely honest with me,” Ormellius interjected sarcastically.

The commented silenced the Captain for a moment, casting his eyes downwards and to the side. “Be that as it may, I did tell you the truth in the end,” Savlian finally said, his voice hard.

“I appreciate that, but that was completely necessary. This on the other hand isn’t. Now, is there anything else we need to discuss because if not, I suggest that you take your leave,” Ormellius said as he returned to his seat.

Tight-lipped, Savlian hastily saluted his superior before vacating the room. Within, Savlian was fuming but to those around him, it only appeared that the Captain was simply sombre. It wasn’t until he was within the isolation provided by his office in the barracks that he unleashed his emotions.

Slamming his fists on his desk caused the objects on top of the desk to rattle. Savlian growling in frustration and pent up anger as he paced around his office. He wrung his hands through his hair and clenched his fists at his sides. How could this not be important! Savlian fumed, why couldn’t he just tell me?

Savlian couldn’t help but think that he had lost the Count’s trust in him that he was now paying for it. Perhaps that meant he would eventually be told what he wanted to know. Savlian sighed. No, Ormellius didn’t seem to be the type that did that. Ormellius seemed to stick to his original viewpoint, at least in matters like these. If he was going to get the answer, it would have to be another alternative method.

From within his desk, Savlian pulled out a bottle of brandy and a glass. The last time he drank, he ended up on the losing end of a Hlodir beating. Savlian scoffed. Well, now there was no more Hlodir to bother him. He popped the bottle open and poured himself a glass. Holding the amber substance before his eyes Savlian made a sombre toast before emptying the glass in one gulp.



Savlian awoke with the vile taste of bile in his mouth and a queasy stomach. The bottle of brandy resting on his desk was nearly three-quarters empty. Not bad for one who doesn’t drink all that often… Savlian briefly thought then winced as he realised that he was beginning to develop a headache. By listening to the noise of activity in the hallway, Savlian could tell the day was all ready well under way.

Savlian made his way to a convenient washbasin and splashed his face with cool water. Looking in the mirror, Savlian saw bloodshot eyes and a groggy mug staring back at him.

And I thought Sethyas looked bad…

The sudden thought reminded Savlian that the assassin was to be released today. Quickly Savlian attempted to make himself look presentable before making his way to the Infirmary.

Once there, he found that the assassin was all ready out of bed and dressed. It seemed like the rest had done wonders for Sethyas, as vigour seemed to have replaced the sagging in his face. The Grandmaster had shaved as well.

Sethyas smiled as he saw Savlian appeared. “Good morning, Captain. My! You look like you had a rough night,” he said, stifling a snicker.

Savlian glowered at first but eventually smiled. “Good to see that you recuperated well.”

Sethyas nodded. “Yes, I feel much better. My arm wound still gets sore from time to time though,” he replied, indicated the still bandaged arm.

“Sorry to hear that…” Savlian started then paused, “But can I ask you about something privately?”

Sethyas instantly transition from a light to a serious mood, picking up the hesitance of his company. “Sure,” he replied before leading the Captain to a secluded section of the Infirmary. Once there, Sethyas asked him what was going on.

“Well, I stumbled across a title I’ve heard about you. Have you ever been called “The Nerevarine”?” Savlian asked.

Sethyas studied Savlian for a few moments. Then he snickered, “It’s not often that someone asks me that and honestly not know what he or she are talking about.”

Savlian was surprised by Sethyas’ reaction. “So what does that title actually mean?”

Sethyas then went into a quick summary of how he was suspected by the Empire to be the one who was involved in a Dunmer prophecy. That he was the reincarnation of a long dead Dunmer General. He briefly told of the trials that he had to do in order to prove the prophecy was applicable to him. He also mentioned the purpose of the prophecy. The whole story left Savlian dumbfounded.

“To say the least, I’m known throughout the land. Though sometimes it’s only under the title of Nerevarine. Most people don’t know what I look like or my true name. Count Ormellius on the other hand did. He’s pretty bright for an Imperial,” Sethyas added with a smile.

“So that’s what your meeting was about right?” Savlian inquired.

“Yes, I also gave my account and what’s been going on,” Sethyas added.

Savlian frowned. “So he was checking if I was being truthful. He has lost trust in me,” he said bitterly.

Sethyas placed a hand on the shoulder of the Captain. “I’m sure he still trusts in your abilities, Savlian.”

“Well, he certainly will, once I put this situation with Simion to an end!” Savlian replied with conviction.

“I do hope Taris gets here soon then. He must have the answers we need,” Sethyas said, much to the chagrin of Savlian.