The Adventures Of Tulustan, The Begining Options

[Tulustan]

This is my first story so bare with me if it is not the best. It probobly isnt exact in Oblivion mith and the places are not correct distances. Thank you and enjoy I hope.


INTRODUCTION


It was a hot summer day in the Imperial City, my wife and I had gone out to the shops. I went into the shop and had told her to wait outside for me. Upon entry an immediate wave of heat struck me in the face. It took me a while to barter with the shopkeeper, he was a greedy obese orc who smelled of high hell. I finally got out of that cursed shop when I saw something horrible. As I excited the premises I saw my wife. Something wasn’t right though. There were imperial guards holding her to the ground while she screamed. A mage was on top of her.

A primordial rage burned into my soul and I charged strait at the mage. My sword rang down death upon him slicing into his back severing muscle tissue. The mage had been paralyzed by my attack.

The guards turned quickly to face me. One swung for my neck. Quickly I parried the blow away, spun around and unleashed a fireball that engulfed two guards. They began to run around screaming while being roasted alive in their armor. I felt the loss of strength ebb from my body but it didn’t matter. I turned back towards the mage his face full of horror. I stalked towards him, my heart was beating faster and faster. Warmth flew through my body and numbness had overcome me. I was next to the mage now. My hands trembling with rage I stabbed him in his chest puncturing a lung. He began to cough up blood and was dead in a matter of seconds.


At this point the other three guards had come around the corner. They swore and pulled their bows on me. Their hands began to pluck at the string that would make death fly in my direction. I jumped for the nearby packing crate. The arrows stuck into the wooden crate. THUNK THUNK THUNK! The punctured crate began to ooze the drug known as skooma. I pushed that from my mind as I readied myself to conjure up another flame of death.


One of the guards seeing what I was about to do put up his shield to block my magic, but quickly changed my target to the guard on my far right. He was readying his bow for another volley on my position. AAHGHAAGAhuuuu. Another one being baked in his own armor. Seeing that their companion was dying a horribly painful death I charged the guard in the middle who still had his bow up. In an instant my sword wedged into his flesh and punctured the life sustaining organ. A fountain of blood erupted from the cavity that was left from my sword.

The last guard seeing this began to run. I picked up the now dead guards bow. I steadied the bow pulled back the string that had just moments before been used upon me and let fly. The quarrel struck the man in the back of his thigh. He dropped instantly screaming in pain.

Reaching for my dagger. I came up to the last guard and mercifully plunged it into the back of his neck, the dagger reaching all of the way through to show the tip on the other side.

It was about midday now and I had dragged all of the tainted guards onto the side of the road to show this corrupt unjust empire that there was at least one person that they should think about messing with.


This post has been edited by Tulustan: Dec 5 2010, 08:36 PM

[Tulustan]

CHAPTER 4: KINGS

I decided that I was going to return to the old mans house and get a good nights sleep. The sun was setting and long shadows reached out from the nearby trees as if to grab me. When I finally reached the house I noticed little bits of smoke appearing from the chimney. I knocked after I had reached the houses quaint little wooden door, a moment later It creaked open and the scent of roasted turkey filled my nostril, and something else although I couldn't quite figure it out.

“Well hello again!!!” The old man said to me. “Come in, come in, and welcome to my court. Please I made us a little dinner, it took me a while but I was able to get one of my turkeys all cooked up.” Something clicked in my brain, there is no way this is the same old man from earlier. I could understand him he was saying full words. I began to wonder if this old man was trying to play me, kill me, or if he just had different personalities. “There you go sit sit, here is some food.” After I had taken my seat he handed me a good portioned leg of the creature he had killed.: When I looked back at him he had some eating utensils out and was eating his leg vary royally.

I remembered what he had told me earlier about that this was his court. So I asked him trying to be as polite as possible “So you have a pretty nice place here, so what lands and peasants do you rule over kind sir?”

“Dont you know? I am the King of Kings! I rule all of Tamriel, I just am a vary generous and kind leader. Right now I am on an information collecting mission to see what my subjects need and what they desire.” I was throughly confused at this point, I was beginning to think that the old man had completely lost it. “Excuse me, I need to take a drink from my morphing flask. You see I travel the world under this disguise so people don't recognize me.” He then pulled out a medium sized flask and took a big sip. He spilled a little bit of it on the floor, it pooled together and began to seep into the dirt floor. At that moment I realized what I had been smelling before, Skooma! I thought to myself but doesn't that make you even less intelligent and hard to be around? The old man seems so much more enjoyable, and understandable when he has it.

By the end of the night I was beginning to sicken of his continuous boring drab about how to run a successful empire and what the best battle formations were, also what foods to stay away from. He had finally passed out so I decided to go to the room he had showed me to sleep in. When I lade down I felt much of the past few days pressing upon me. When I closed my eyes I passed out almost instantly.

“Rys n shine leepy ead!” I just about wet myself when I heard to old mans voice next to my head. I remembered last night and wished he had some skooma in his system before he talked. “Sry bout las nite, I giv meself som skooooma afore I g te sleep. It elps me think boat wel, te towns folk ere don mind me doin et soes I does it. Oh did ye sleep good las nigh???”

“I slept great thank you for your hospitality” I told him as I began to put on my robes and get ready to leave.

“Were ya goin eh? Can ol Fellessen com long fer te journey?” He said as he stumbled along behind me.
“I ave money loads o the stuff I also no peoples everwhere thet ken elp uses out!”

“Ok” I told him, how could I say no he let me into his house eat his food and sleep in what may or may not have been a bed.

“Ware we goin?” He asked me, and I honestly had no idea. From what Anewak had told me I could go and join the resistance, but I wasn't really interested in that. So I told him I didn't know.

“I no a gret place te go! It has all de ladies n skooma a man could evah ask fer. We need te stoop at Faregyl Inn. Wat doo ye say?”

“Sure I have nothing better to do” plus it was on the way to the resistance if I wanted to go there. So we headed out. The most trouble we had on the way there was a few beggers trying to get some money from my now skooma'd out King at my side. Of course every one of them were interviewed and asked what they wanted to see happen and more such nonsense. When he tried to give a beggar some money he found out that he actually didn't have any. Once again this made me wonder how he got the skooma. He was a companion now but there was still so much more I could learn from him.