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]

By the time I had finished writing in my notepad, the ship had left dock and the sickness had begun to set in. I was not the first person to run up the ladder and onto the deck to give the waters our lunch, in fact most of the men in the cargo hold had run up disposed of their lunch. That though did not stop the taunting from those who, for various reasons were not getting the sea sickness.

Vary little happened during the voyage. I made a odd new acquaintance, his name, or what he told me his name was, was Bobb Fwed. Son of the noble Luciouse Vladiouse Fwed, ruler of the little know county Betrousque. He was medium height, nothing noble about him, he had shiny black hair like that of a panther, the first thing I learned about him was that he was arrogant. He was convinced that no one could beat him at a game of darts, and he passed most of his time throwing darts at a round piece of wood. He was truly talented, many of the men that had bet him lost a lot of money. I gathered he threw some sort of dagger like Fellessen.

Later that night I had met up with Fellessen, he was drinking with a few light hearted orcs. As I approached he asked me to join them. To me they all looked like green killing machines, but the most notable difference was their armor. Even though they all had ebony armor each had its own distinct color and pattern on it. One had gold monkeys jumping about, the middle one that was slightly taller than the rest, he had a blood red hammer and sickle crossing each other. The last had a gray wolf howling.”

“These good folks are the Grondrounden brothers” Fellessen was telling me after he finished taking a massive swig from his frothy beer. “They were some of the greatest adventurers before they joined our cause. The one on the left there is Rat jaw.”

“Hello there, I hope we can crack some heads together someday.” He told me in a predictably low voice. He was the one wearing the armor with the steel wolf emblem on it.

Before I could utter a thank you of any sort Fellessen was introducing me to the next one. “This is Gruondenken. He is a person that believes in equality above all else.”

“Yup back in the days when us three would find loot I would split it up into equal shares.”

“The last one on the right is Grunk.” Fellessen leaned closer to me and said just loud enough for the whole table to hear it “between you and me he is the grumpiest of the bunch.”

“Hey watch who your call'in grumpy chicken bones. Don't make me tear you apart!” Then he looked at me collected himself and said, “Oh um hello there and uh welcome.”

I spent a lot of the voyage at this table, and maybe a few too many bears. At one point the one named Rat jaw passed out from being so drunk, then the other two had a competition of who could drink the most beer without passing out. Unfortunately for them the ships had begun to dock and it was their duty to help unpack the weapons.

I felt out of place when we had docked because I was given no responsibilities, I just tried to stay out of peoples way. Before the unloading was complete, a women that wasn't particularly attractive took me and a few other people that were just milling around up the steep hill to the Fort. The Fort looked warn in some places, but in others brand new. Once we were inside the dimly lit tunnels of the Fort a stuffy breeze lowered itself onto my chilled flesh. The deeper we went into the oppressive Fort the warmer it was.

We finally came to a room that she told us was our new living area. It had six beds, two tables, a torch and a carpet that looked to be a bump on the stone floor. There was a chest in front of each bed where we could put our possessions. My new room mates were all male, two of them looked to be Imperial like myself, one was a Redguard, and the last was a Dunmer. We all introduced our selfs to each other, one of the Imperials was from Skingrad, he had somewhat long dark hair and an extremely gaunt face, he told me his name was Fornon. The next Imperial wasn't even an Imperial it turns out that the tall burley blond man was actually a Nord from Skyrim. His name was Ondar. The Redguard who had short curly jet black hair told me his name was Joseph. The last of them, the Dunmer whose dark skin and hair reminded me of an assassin. He told me in a airy voice that his name was Azinif.

After that we put our stuff into the trunk that was in front of the beds, all but one of us went to sleep the Dunmer went off by himself. I noticed that the beds were extremely comfortable and couldn't imagine who could supply such beds for a military barracks of sorts. Anyway I went to sleep pretty soon after I had gotten in the bed.