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 FIVE: ON THE ROAD AGAIN

“Ey tere mista compatriot! Ow ye doin, we ave a busy day head of us”

“What! Who! Where!” I stuttered to get out as the old man had taken my sheets and his smelly breath washed over my face like a perfume gone bad. I thought to myself that if I was going to survive I needed to sleep lighter. “What do you mean we have a busy day?” I was able to say groggily at best.

“We ere goin te hed to Robs Glen, cuz we cen get into de skooma trade fast. Ther is a small cav te de sout of us. They smuggle de stuff from Marrowind an dey sell it fer more den anythin. All we ave te do is send shipmens frem de cav te the difernt cities. An on de side we get te keep som o de skooma!” He finished excitedly as he began to put on his shirt. The place sounded familiar but I coudnt put my finger on it, at to where I had heard the location.

“What about the Imperials, what if they find out about the operation?” I asked him, half hoping he would not have thought about that and would reconsider. I still had no other plan though so even if he wanted to do this I may as well play along for the duration.

“Dats de beuty o' it, dey pay dem Imps som money te stay off der backs. Som o' de men even buy frem us, most of de time though dey jus take it an say dey wont report it.” he said excitedly. At this time we were outside and on the road again. The Inn keeper had only given us a small wave as we had departed.

During the journey to the cave Fellessen kept going on about get rich quick schemes, I had dreaded that he had run out of skooma. All in all I didn't mind his company, I had never really had a friend except for my beautiful wife. The main thing that bothered me about him was his stench as long as I was either in front of him or beside him the smell was not bad, but every once in a while he would get in front of me and try to tell me something important, but I would be too occupied with the smell to pay attention.

For a while we kept to ourselves and I began to wonder about why he left his home so quickly to join me, and how he was able to peg the Legionary in the head with a dagger being on skooma. Now that the memory was getting replayed in my head it was as if he wanted me to see him throw the dagger perfectly. I wonder if I was being played by the old man that had chosen me as his companion and I him.

Fellessen lowered his head and began to say in a sad voice “Poor basards, in de Inn up a head. Durin de time o de Daedra tack de Inn was defenseless gainst those hellions an many a poor soul who was stayin dere was cut down n' burned alive.”

As we went around the corner there was an eary red glow off to the left. I assumed it had been a broken gate that was used to bring the Daedric army into our reality. A little farther down the path was a burned out husk of a structure that I guessed was once the inn that Fellessen was just talking about.

We began to near it and I saw some of the horrors that the Daedra had inflicted upon this little part of Cyrodyl. There were decaying bodies with arrows still in them or gaping wounds where swords must have been, the stench of rotting flesh was beginning to overwhelm my olfactory organ. Then there were the skeletons, they had probably been roasted alive, on closer inspection I noticed that all of the bodies had bite marks on them. I concluded that they must have fed some of their minions that way.

Once we had left that horrid sight I began to think about the supposed life ahead of me. A skooma dealer, that is probably not what my late father would have wanted me to be, but he also wouldn't have approved of me being an outlaw. I decided that I mine as well do it for a little while considering I had no money, and really only one place to go.

The day wore on without much event, we had passed a shrine, and there was an unusual amount of deer on the highway a little bit farther down the road, there was a few bandits on the side of the road dead and appearing to be completely looted of all their worldly possessions. Farther down was another crumbled gate to Oblivion.

“Ere we ar, I ope de boys need som werk.”

As we neared the caves door there seemed to be a half asleep guard sitting on the ground. He looked to be a Breton but I could not be sure. As we approached Fellessen said “Ello mate! It be me Fellessen, I bring you a new recruit! Plus me o' course, Sam hey wake up ye no ur not sposed to be nappin on de job.”

The man that I took for Sam opened his eyes starred at us for a moment and said “Well I'll be damned, yer back, ye need some more skooma I'm guessin. Anyway there is a new shipment sposed to be arriving shortly, There is an extra room with some food fer you an the new guy inside, then tomorrow head down to the docks an speak with the boss.

He opened the wooden door to the cave and led us to our quarters. Inside there was a small bed and table. He motioned to an otherwise concealed closet and pulled out what I took as the bed I was going to sleep on. A wool blanked sewed together and stuffed with what had to have been straw. On the table there was some crusty old bread and a glass of wine with 2 clay pots next to it. The only light came from a torch next to the door which spread eary shadows across the room.

I had taken a loaf of bread after Sam had left the room and began to try and eat it. It was almost a rock, I had to get my dagger out to cut it into manageable peaces to then stick into my mouth and soften it up with my saliva.

After I had managed to take and chew my first bite Fellessen told me he was going to find some old friends to get hooked up with some more skooma. After he had left I finished the bread and decided that I was going to go to sleep and wake up before my companion. I laid down on the prickly mattress and began to fall into a deep sleep.