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

[Shinnok]

Its all good, but I suggest you start off slower in the introduction 6 people already died.

[The Metal Mallet]

Wow, this guy is brutally efficient in his way of disposing the baddies. I wonder what he does that makes him so proficient in archery, magic, AND swordsmanship. Hopefully we'll get to find out.

I was surprised to see Imperial Guards do such a thing out in the open like that though; seems a little out of character for them. I wonder if their motives will be revealed in the future.

All the same, an interesting starting. I'd certainly like to see more. Welcome to the Fan Fiction Forums!

[Tulustan]

Thank you and yes it is revealed. It has actually allready been writen but i want to release it like other people in sections. I forgot who said it but they said it was more fun that way and I have to agree.

Edit: I mess up alot when I try to type without thinking... ... ...

This post has been edited by Tulustan: Apr 12 2007, 03:57 AM

[Lord Revan]

No wories, I have that same problem when I don't analyze my own writing. Not a bad start, Tulustan.

[jack cloudy]

Typing without thinking, I guess we all do that.

Shinnok and Mallet are right. Man, that guy sure is good at slaying. I can't think of many fanfic characters who would be able to match that, not in that timespan anyway. Hmm, let's see. Simion (possessed Simion specifically.), Taillus (No comment here, that guy is just walking death.), Telina Delvanni (especially on a bad day.), any of Revan's dudes (Though they're not exactly TES.) and Ra'trith (Preferably non-werewolf.)

What got me hooked to this story is not the fighting prowess though, but the depiction of a less than perfect empire. Most of the time, the good guys are at the side of the Empire while the bad guys are out to do something bad to said Empire. Seeing it the other way around is an interesting change.

[Tulustan]

Thanks I was trying to show him trying to get revenge right there in a bloodlust against the people who murdered his wife. Here is the next part.


CHAPTER ONE: THE GREAT ESCAPE


It had begun to dawn on me that soon more Imperial Guards would come and see that some of their men had died. If they saw me standing around I doubted I could hold them off. My body was shaking violently and I could barely steady my hands. I darted to the nearest shop known as "The Mystic Emporium". Once inside I saw the shop keeper.

She was a tall high elf. Her hair went down to about her shoulders, it had a sickly green shade in the candle lit stone shop. Her face had deep wrinkles. I asked her if she had a basement I could hide in. Of course she was curios. I told her my story as fast as I could. She opened the door to look outside.

She saw the dead guards and gave a gasp. "Oh my" she said in slight disbelief. I asked her if she could help me. She replied in a quitted tone, "You are in good hands friend, hurry here is a key to go down into the basement. We are a small underground resistance that is fighting the oppression of the Elder Council ever since our great Emperor Martin Septum’s’ sacrifice, now hurry down".

As I opened the door and walked down I heard a friendly voice calling me. "Hey you, hurry down we don't have much time they lock the sewer system in about an hour". I turned a corner. There I saw a rough looking wood elf standing and staring at me. He had short messy dark brown hair, and a stocky frame like a hardened woodsman. On his back he had a magnificent Battle Axe and in his sheath what looked to be a heavily enchanted sword. From the little bit that was showing I could see an eerie green light.

"C'mon" he said to me as he grabbed my arm and led me down a small man hole. When we reached the bottom of the ladder the stench of the sewers hit me. He lit up a match and we headed to a small gate. He jingled the keys carelessly as he pulled them out of his coat pockets and began to unlock the gate.

We began a brisk walk down the sewer for about an hour. "Strange" he said in a confused voice. "There is usually a goblin or two down here, even the rats are gone".

We kept walking then veered to the right. In a hushed tone he began to say "We are almo-" WHIIP as an arrow whizzed by nearly hitting him in the chest. "They must have found out about our escape passage from that rat Kajerrel, durned kajiits will do anything for money".

"FIRE AT WILL MEN" sounded out from an Imperial Legions mouth as another volley came in. Down! I yelled as I pulled my guide to the ground with me. I heard the arrows fly overhead and began to summon a fireball.

SHHHFIZZZZZ CRACK
my fireball had missed them but it had bloomed into a beautiful display of red and orange anger which highlighted the three Imperial Legionaries. At this point my guide had been stealthily sneaking up on the group of ambushers. Then a blinding green light erupted from where the ambushers were, a second later a scream rang out. Not knowing who it was I summoned another fireball.

Before I could send it off another blinding green light flared up from down the hall. Another scream echoed towards me, then another. It became quiet and still. I just stood there like a dumb animal until I felt a pull at my sleeve. "You okay"? I heard a familiar voice say. Still awestruck half blind from the green light I began to walk forwards. Finally we reached the end of the sewers.

Looking around I saw that we were right outside the prison. "Ok now that we are outside we need to get to the boat and head out to Old Bridge, there we spend the night and stock up on gear. From there you are on your own".

I did not remember asking his name, so I asked it. "Anewak, I thought I had told you that earlier". The rest of the trip was pretty quiet as we got onto the boat and made camp at Old Bridge.


EDIT: Added a few small details to make it a little more understandable.

This post has been edited by Tulustan: Dec 5 2010, 08:38 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

Ahhh, things are certainly becoming more clear with this update. So perhaps Councillor Ocato isn't the nice person we all suspected he was, or maybe he's imprisoned by the other Coucillors, or perhaps he's been changed by the lust of power, I can't say for sure. But knowing this is after the fall of the Septim line is really good to know.

Right now you've setup a pretty relentless pace of action so far. While action is great and all (these scenes are also written quite descriptively. This if the first time I've seen onamonapeia(sp) on these forums) I do hope you balance this with plot and/or character development.

Continue when you please.

[Tulustan]

Thanks I had to look up the definition on dictionary.com to be honest with you. The next update is coming shortly.

[Tulustan]

Here it is... anyway the background is after this just bear with me thank you.


CHAPTER TWO: OLD FORTS

I awoke as the sun was still below the horizon. It was damp and my back ached. As i sat up I found the rock that had made my back so sore.

"You must had some interesting dreams, because you where moaning my name all night" Anewak said in a humorous tone.

"What! No you lie" I said as my face began to turn hot red in embarrassment.

"Oh thats fine but just so you know I do not roll like that. Well I cant seem to find the supplies that we usually leave here. There is another way station down at old Fort Homestead. We should head out now if we want to make it there by night fall." Anewak said as he began to head towards what I believed to be east.

As we walked along the road we noticed some traders and guards. Since the guards did not recognize us or instantly start to attack us I thought we would be safe, because they obviously didn't have a picture of us out for a bounty.

The sun had begun to set when I saw the silhouette of a old fort that had seen better days. As I neared I noticed that the mortar was coming loose and there where piles of bricks everywhere. A protrusion of green was evident on the outer wall, as some sort of plant was growing on it. Then I noticed the Kajiit standing guard at the entrance.
I looked over at Anewak as he got enraged and said "Kajerrel that traitor, he is going to burn in hell for selling us out. Tulustan I see two other traitors with him, you need to get behind them. Once you have gotten behind them send a fireball at that one with the heavy armor. After you have killed him get his buddy. I will charge the traitor Kajerrel and make him pay for what he has done. I bet that they sacked the stockpile at old bridge. Hurry go now and when the sun touches the earth destroy one of the scum bags".

"Ok" I said under my breath. Then I headed off. I veered far left to get behind the Fort. I stayed far away from the actual building until I was all of the way around. The sun was about to touch the ground in the west, I moved a little bit to the south so the sun wasn't in my eyes and hid behind a broken wall that once must have been part of a greater fortification.

I began to conjure one of my fire balls. I steadied my mind on the man in the heavy armor, and let loose the image of a fireball hitting him. Then I felt winded as a fiery ball flew towards my enemy and engulfed him in flame. The kajiit and the other man turned around looking for where I was hiding. I focused my mind on the other man. He was short for a man and wielded a bow that was trained on my position.

WHIZZCKK the arrow flew right below my right ear creating a small cut from the steel arrow on the front. I went down and my wound began to gush blood from the artery the arrow had sliced. I had to focus on drawing up some healing magic otherwise I was as good as dead. I tried hard to focus on my neck being completely healed. The pain was almost too much, I almost blacked out when I took a huge gasp for air. Then I began to feel the strength draining from me as though I was a pitcher and water was being poured out. My neck stopped bleeding and I began to become more conscious.

The man with the bow was still staying far back but the kajiit was moving slowly closer. I focused my will on killing the bow man at least. I began to picture the fire consuming him, then I felt the strength draining from me again as another unnatural creation of death headed for the man with the bow. He instantly dropped the bow and began to scream and yell trying to get the fire off of him. He crumpled dead and gone.

Then Anewak came running down the hill wailing like a man who just lost his balls. Kajerrel turned towards the new threat but was a moment too late. He tried to block Anewak's massive battle axe but did not get his sword high enough and Anewak's battle axe went through his soft neck, loping his head off with a soft thump as it hit the ground. Blood squirted out of the gaping wound for a few seconds as the kajiits heart beat a last few times.

"I guess you didn't feel lucky today" said Anewak as he spit on Kajerrel's severed head. As I walked towards the gates entrance I began to smell the sickening stench of burned human flesh. I would have gagged but I had begun to get used to this smell. Anewak pulled me from my thoughts as he told me
"Lets go inside and see if anything is left, I feel like a good wine and some meat!"

We entered the fort and looked around. "Well it looks like the food is still here, and they left the place in somewhat good order. Here help me move this blanket, and move this torch here. Good now can you light that with a small fireball." Anewak instructed me.

I focused on the torch that i could barely see and imagined a small flame. A second later it flared up into a blight light cascading over the surrounding area, banishing the shadows to the corners of the small entry way. Anewak motioned me to start heading deeper into the damp hallway. It forked about thirty steps ahead, we took the passage to the right and found a living area.

"We will sleep here tonight, and tomorrow morning I am going to head back to the Imperial City, the resistance needs to know what has happened here." Anewak was saying as he rifled through a chest of what looked to be smoked preserved meats. "Oh yes smoked deer this is some good stuff here, we have a few huntsmen that regularly supply these outposts with food and the deer they smoke is delicious. OH Surely Brothers wine! This stuff can mess you up. Here have some."

After we ate, I had some of the wine and do not remember what happened after that. All that I know is that, that stuff really did pack a punch.

[jack cloudy]

Ah, you've got to love TES rascism. Nothing like Bosmer and Khajiit putting arrows and daggers into each other at every opportunity. (Or an axe in this case.) Funny how Anewak instantly came up with the culprit.

[The Metal Mallet]

Haha, so true Jack, so true. Another excellent battle scene. I look forward to finding out more about this resistance that's going on.

[Tulustan]

CHAPTER THREE: MEMORIES

When I awoke the next morning I felt surprisingly good. I thought that wine would do more damage than it really did. I looked around for Anewak and when I didn’t see him I got worried. Then I remembered something about him telling me he was going to go back. I remembered about a small town that we had passed by earlier and decided that I would stay there until I figured out what I wanted to do.

As I approached the town the small four building town I noticed that three of the houses where a lot older than the last house. They were all made out of wood and had thatched roofs. The towns people seemed happy enough.

“Ello there” croaked an old man as he came up to greet me. He was doubled over with age and his beard might have touched the ground if it wasn’t being drooped over a twisted walking cane that kept up an old arm that looked as though it were just skin and bone.

“Hi, is there any room for a traveler to stay the night. I have gold.” I replied in a lazy voice.

“Sure an ye won be need’n no gol. Tis a friendly place this be. Com on oer t my ouse. I ave n extra bed ya can sleep n.” In the same low scruffy voice.

“Thank you sir, can I be by myself for a while.” I replied in a polite answer.

“Sure tis a small stream jus down the way. Great place I ave spent many a noon own der. Jus be back afore suns down”.

I said goodbye and headed in the direction he had sent me. When I finally got there it looked beautiful. The grass hill sloped slowly down towards the small brook. The constant sound of the stream got my brain working and going places that I had not gone to in a while. The first thing it sent me to was my childhood.

They tell me that I was an orphan, I know one thing for a fact though and that is I was raised in the mages guild by one of the battle mages there. I was found on the streets crying and a selfless battle mage took it upon his heart to raise me. I am not sure on how old I was then or how old I am now.

During my adolescence my “father” began to teach me in the arts of destruction magic. I was a quick learner and had a natural affinity for any magic to do with fire. I trained hard and learned to be proficient with a sword and shield. They issued us all robes that could be magically imbued with armor so the cloth was as strong as whatever armor was put into it.

One day he brought me glass armor shards that he infused into my robes with an expert skill. Then he gave me a small dagger. He told me it was enchanted with armor piercing, and that no armor known could stop it. Then he unbuckled his sheath and gave me his sword. He told me never to tell anyone what it did, then quietly he said “This sword has been passed down through my family, you are my son whether by blood or not. This sword was enchanted by a small group of mages from the founding of the guild. It has the power to destroy any defensive spell a mage might create and absorb any magic in the school of destruction. Of course if it absorbs too much it will release all of the stored energy and destroy anything in its immediate vicinity.”

A few years later I had started to take the required course of restoration when I met the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. She had long blonde hair and a perfectly built body, and had just transferred from Bruma. She was the brightest student in her age group, which was a year ahead of what they estimated me at. We ended up marrying each other after she had mastered the skill of alteration.

I had taken up the hobby of shooting arrows. I wasn't in any way good at it, but with my magic I could hone it in on my target making it move at maximum about a foot in any direction in the air. I always tried to make that distance longer and longer, but that was as far as I could go.

About two years later and a lot of failed restoration tests I was finally accepted into the ranks of the mages. I had mastered the arts of destruction magic and was moving up the ranks in the mages guild, but father had been killed earlier that year in the first city quelling of Bruma. This had slowed my progress considerably because I could not concentrate as well. They had told us that the old Counts and Countesses where plotting to overthrow Elder Council, which had taken control after Martin Septum’s sacrifice to save our world. Soon all of the cities revolted and decided to unite against the Imperial City. One by one the cities and their guards fell to battle mages, deceit within their own ranks, and just from the fact that they had been cut off from the other cities.

The last stand was at Kvatch. This once ruined city was about to be destroyed again, housing the rest of the insurgency. I was there when they breached the walls, I did not participate in the slaughter that followed afterwards. The Council then rounded up all of the Counts and Countesses and had them executed. Then they were replaced with more pliable and weak leaders. Then a time of peace followed.

During this time of peace a small underground resistance organized. It was made from the remainder of the men and women who through trap doors had been able to escape the sloughter of Kvatch. I was the leader of one of the battle mage groups to hunt down and kill all of the rebels. They had concealed themselves well and only one group was ever found. They had been executed on the spot. Before we could get to their gathering areas some one, a mole they say would tip them off and it they would hide in another area. They kept up the search for another few years but it was futile and eventually dropped it.

From what I had read in the history books and from the timetable it took me to grow up I had estimated that I had been born right in the middle of the Oblivion Crisis. Not too much later some remaining Mythic Dawn assassins had gone after councilor Ocato and assassinated him. The new councilor who, from rumors I had heard from other mages was pretty self-serving. The long time of peace after the small rebellion of the cities had made it worse. The only thing the Elder Council worried about was income, how much they made and how powerful they were becoming. Even the best of councilors had succumbed to the worldliness of it all.

I knew what was going on but I just told myself that they were trying to unify the empire to strengthen us. I also believe that the towns people knew what was going on but with the Oblivion Crisis still burning in their minds they followed and stayed in line, just like me never questioned too far.

Well at least until about two days ago when my wife was mercilessly slaughtered, and I went on a small rampage. I do not know why they would kill her. Maybe the degenerating populace just accepted this type of treatment and evil. I do not, I don’t understand the point in killing her. We followed all of the laws and all the assignments given to us. The only thing that I can think of is that the guards lust overcame them. I can only wish that it hadn’t happened, I miss her but now I am an outcast of my old life. I am by myself, saved by the same people I had tried to kill not five years ago.

I begin to notice a small pain in my side and wonder why I hadn’t noticed it earlier. I opened my jacket and found a note.
“Hello sleepy its Anewak I am going to head back to the city. If you head to Faregyl Inn, and then to Robbers Glenn Cave you should find a red guard by the name of Joshewa. He is second in command of the resistance and can give you a place to hide and sleep until you figure out what you want to do. Of course there is a price. If you go there you will tell him all about the mages guild, its members, defenses and anything else he can think of. There is another message in your daggers sheath for him. Please do not read it.”

Before I went on I wondered why he would tell me where the second in command was and a possible stronghold, I had never said anything about joining them did I? What did I say to him last night? I began to read the note again.

“By the way nice sword, a mage wielding a mage killing sword who would’ve guessed. Also I have taken your mages guild ring seeing as how you probably wont be going back there anytime soon. We can put it up to some good use seeing as how it opens certain doors that were previously closed to us. Do not panic that is all I have taken from you. I hope that you join our little group of freedom seekers. I am sorry about your wife. If this helps clear anything up she was one of us. The kajiit that sold us out, sold her out as well. A note with names of our members and some gold was in his purse. I have tasked myself to warn those not yet assassinated by the Imperials before its too late. I hope to see you again as one of us.

Anewak- Sorry about the wine, hope you have a better experience next time.”

[The Metal Mallet]

Wow, lots of information revealed in this post. Now we know more about the resistance, our hero's past, and the reason why his wife was killed. Pretty crazy.

Judging by the character's past, he seems to have a lot of devices that'll help him out. Robes that are strong as armour, a dagger that can pierce any armour, proficient use in sword fighting, magic, and marksmanship, and a sword that can take out virtually any mage. This guy is a walking medieval tank!

[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.

[The Metal Mallet]

Haha, this was a pretty amusing update. I like that the old man actually gets relatively coherant once he's drugged up. I can see some antics between the two happening in the near future. Excellent update.

[Lord Revan]

Wow, your character is more genorous than I would be. I'd probably just sneak away at the earliest opporunity. And until then I would keep wanting to tell that skooma adict to get away from me.

[Taillus]

Well I believe it has been said before but it is quite interesting to see someone portraying a less-than-perfect empire. I was going to do a political piece about the downfall of Cyrodiil after the death of the last living Septim and perhaps I still will. This story really has a good background to it, quite fast paced but still easy enough to follow. Definately keep up the good work my friend.

This post has been edited by Taillus: Apr 18 2007, 03:45 PM

[Tulustan]

Thank you for the comments I really apreciate them.

Chapter Four Continued

As we neared the Inn a chill went down my spine from the soft but frigid breeze. I couldn't wait to be in a warm shelter with a nice wine that wasn't drugged. It was getting dark as we approached the building. It was a regular looking building with a small stone wall around it. The building itself was stone about as tall as the average man, above that was wood and plaster, it looked as though it had seen better days. Vines and foliage of all sorts were creeping up the buildings walls and there were a few pots and pans lying around outside.

“This is the place my good man” the Kings personality of my companion told me. “They know me well here and are always ready to help their leader!” He took a noble posture and motioned me to open the door. I of course did, and when I did I almost fell backward. There was a huge commotion going on inside an Imperial Legionary had just gotten knocked off of his feet by a patron.

“You rebel I'm going to skin you alive!” the Legionary roared as he moved to get back on his feet, it wasn't in any way a graceful move or even sober for that matter.

The supposed rebel bellowed in a deep voice back at the Legionary “What are you talking about! I am not part of that stupid rebellion.” Then he backed down giving the Legionary some time to think about what he had just said.

“Lies, all lies! You are trying to trick me, hic*.” The Legionary responded after thinking for a second.
He then unsheathed his sword and went at the man. “DIE DAMN YOU!!!” he cursed at him as his strike completely missed the man he took for a rebel.

“Woah hey buddy watch what your doing with that” said the man a he jumped back to evade poorly placed strike. Then the man seeing exactly how drunk the Legionary was began to taunt him. When he began to do this everybody in the Inn began to laugh at the Legionary.

“Stop I order you to st hic* op. I will arest all of you!” then he began to spin slowly and look at all of the people laughing at him, then he stopped focused in on one of them and lunged at him. The man jumped on a table, but the table cracked and he fell and screamed in pain. All of a sudden the lightheartedness of the Inn became instantly still as the Legionary stood over the doomed mans body and plunged his blade into him. As he pulled his sword out blood began to gush from the wound and the poor man was crying for help. Soon his cries for help became more of a petty gurgle as blood flowed freely from the mans mouth.

The guard looked up at all of the horrified people and threatened “Is anyone else going to resist arrest?”
At that moment he noticed me and Fellessen standing at the door. “You!” He pointed directly at Fellessen and said “I remember you, you are going to pay for what you did.”

At that he said “I will not have my good people being killed by barbarians like you! I do not know how you were even accepted into the military. You will have a trial and no doubt be sentenced to” but he couldn't get the last word out because at that moment the Legionary rushed the “King of Kings”. I was about to step in his way and pull my sword but he pushed me roughly aside, it was with so much strength I was surprised. Only then did I notice a dagger in his hand and four more all with the intricate detail of a snake on the hilt and dark black blades. He raised his hand and threw the dagger dead center on the Legionary's head. He took another step forward then stumbled and fell onto the ground twiching once or twice.

“I am sorry for the family of this poor man and hope that none of my Legions act out of order again. Please file a complaint at your locale recruiting office about any guards that you do not approve of, thank you and tell no one that you saw me today.” After Fellessen had said this he pulled the dagger out of the dead Legions head. The head lifted then the dagger came out smoothly leaving the head to fall down and make a sickening thud onto the ground.

“Do you have a room for me and my guard here good Inn keeper?” he asked as royally as ever.

“Yes it is on the house we will have the mess cleaned up by tomorrow your majesty.” said the tall inn keeper his long beard moving up and down. This confused me more than ever, the King was wearing very poor clothes and had the stench of skooma about him. He didn't look royal at all, the only thing I could think of was that the Inn keeper was being courteous for killing the Legionary that killed the man, and that the dead man was a friend or a relative to the Inn keeper. Once again the mysteries of my companion had my brain working hard. Soon I had settled in the small two bed room and was thinking of other things deeply in my mind.

[jack cloudy]

Heh, that king cracks me up. But he's definitely more than just a Skoomie. Who knows, maybe he is some long lost relative of the septims?

It wouldn't be the first time. I mean, Jagar Tharn managed to wear the amulet of kings for a decade. I doubt he did it by constantly casting an insanely powerful spell on it. He could, but it would be such a bother.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Apr 19 2007, 09:28 PM