The Story of Trey Chapter 10 Options

[Elongar]

well guys..what did you expect? Something less than perfect???? no way that´s gonna happen....

Too right!

[treydog]

In the end, it made no difference whether I was going mad or not- I still had to finish what I had started. Therefore, it was time to go see the next Ashlander Tribe, either the Erabenimsun or the Zainab. I knew that these Ashlanders would be harder to convince than the Ahemmusa. First, because the Ahemmusa had needed to believe- it served their purposes to name me Nerevarine and War Leader, as they had no ashkhan and few warriors. My sword could make all the difference to their survival. The other tribes did not have that need. The second reason that the other tribes might hesitate was simple human nature- the Ashland tribes were rivals. Therefore, it would be hard for the Zainab or the Erabenimsun to go along with what the Urshilaku and Ahemmusa wanted. Still, it must be done, so the only question left was where to go first. Should I try the crafty Zainab or the treacherous Erabenimsun? In either case, I had decided that I would avoid populated places until this part of my task was done. Word was sure to reach the Temple soon enough that there was an “outlander” who had proclaimed himself the Nerevarine. When that happened, they would try to silence me- possibly permanently. After all, the last that had been seen of Peakstar was when she was imprisoned by the Temple. And I myself had been sent to convince or kill a “False Incarnate” in Suran. It seemed best to stay out of the areas where the Temple held sway, at least for a time. That decision made, I reached another- I would try the Zainab next. Trickery and craftiness were traits I understood; I had certainly seen enough of them in my life. Treachery, though, was something I recognized only in the abstract- it would be a bit longer before I gained firsthand experience of it.

But I did not immediately seek the camp of the Zainab, for I had much to consider and felt the need for running water. I needed the river rather than the sea, whose salt was as bitter as tears. The water of a river seems to always change and yet remains always the same. So I traveled west and south, avoiding people and towns, until I had reached the Odai. I made a camp along the bank and spent a few days preparing myself for what was to come. The Ahemmusa had named me Nerevarine, and the Urshilaku stood ready to do so. If I could convince the other two tribes, I would then have to go among the Great Houses. Hlaalu, Telvanni…and Redoran. What should be an occasion of honor would be one of dread- I would be asking my House to name me Hortator, not because I was best suited for that role, but as part of a prophecy that defied the Temple. I would have to tell the whole story to Athyn Sarethi, who had been my friend, almost my father as I was reborn in Morrowind. The man I had become was largely due to him. And what I feared more than Dagoth Ur, more than death, more than the fate Azura had laid upon me; what I feared most was the disappointment of the only true father I had ever known.

Here Ends Chapter 10

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[quote]And what I feared more than Dagoth Ur, more than death, more than the fate Azura had laid upon me; what I feared most was the disappointment of the only true father I had ever known. [/quote]

That is soo sweet! Just the thing a lovely young man like our Trey would think!

:hearts:

I keep my fingers crossed that he will succed with the Ashlanders

Now that is a gifted writer who can picture his character in such a lovable way, I´m totally possessed with Trey...

[Soulseeker3.0]

great job treydog.

[ArtemisNoir]

It feels strange to comment on such an old thread, but it was lovely to be able read this chapter, subsequent to chapter 9!

Arms and equipment, moreover, suitable to someone with the rank of House Father. Recall, if you will, all the effort and terror I went through to obtain a Daedric blade. Now imagine how I felt when I saw an ebony longsword simply lying on a shelf in my bedroom, no doubt supplied from the Redoran Vaults. I had long since realized that the gods had a perverse sense of humor- what surprised me was their attention to detail.

The above, written with perfect dryness, struck me as especially amusing. *chuckle*