Hey guys, I doubt any of you remember me, but I wrote "Skor's Revenge" a long time ago. Now I'm back and I'm writing a new story, I may be a bit rusty, so forgive me if there's any plotholes I didn't catch. But here's my new story, I hope you enjoy it. I apologize if the format is a little messy.
Before I begin, let me tell you; this is not a happy story. There is nothing romantic about this story and there is no sunset waiting for the hero to ride off in in the end. Now let us begin.
It all starts with a Khajiit in Skyrim, named Tygre Bloodmane. Tygre was not your typical Khajiit. He was not a master thief, or a malevolent assassin. In fact, he loathed such cowardice. You see, he preferred a more honorable lifestyle. Which was highly unusual for a Khajiit. Tygre was an Officer of the Imperial Army. Was. But Tygre had long since ended his service after the war had ended, and the Stormcloak insurrection had ultimately been snuffed out. Tygre now lived a drunken and destitute life in the streets of Solitude, after his employment for the Imperial Legion had ended, he found himself hurting for Septims, badly. One night as he was wondering the streets in an intoxicated haze, an Argonian approached him, asking if he would like to perform a service for him in exchange for gold.
"What izz yerr name?" Tygre asked, slurring his words as he spoke.
"Jaree-Ra." Replied the Argonian.
"Well Rawree-Raw, what iz et you wont from Tygre?" The Khajiit asked.
The Argonian smiled at Tygre's drunken mispronunciation of his name.
"It's a simple task really. All you need to do is put out that light." The Argonian said, pointing to the lighthouse blazing in the distance.
The Khajiit's eyes narrowed, becoming suspicious of the Jaree-ra's intentions.
"What would yah wont Tygre ta do that fer? *hic*" Tygre asked.
"There's a ship coming in, called the Icerunner you see. I plan to run it aground and take what's onboard. It's a shipment of supplies and gold, and by the looks of it, you could use both."
Tygre had a hard time disagreeing with the outspoken Argonian.
"Okaay. But wotz in it fer Tygre? And couldn't the passengerzz get hert?" The Khajiit replied.
"Why, a share of it all of course!" The Argonian said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"But wot about the passengerzz?" Tygre asked again, his words becoming more slurred .
"Don't worry about them, they'll wash ashore safe and sound." The Argonian said in a reassuring tone.
"Alriight...I'll do it." Tygre said, unsure of whether what the Argonian said was true or not, he was desperate for coin, and he wasn't about to refuse his offer.
"Good, good. When you put out the light, meet me on the Eastern shore, it won't be hard to miss the ship. We'll have torches lit so you can find it."
The Argonian and Khajiit shook hands and parted ways. Tygre then stumbled off in the direction of the lighthouse, intent on putting out it's light.
Tygre left through Solitude's main gate, and headed to the city's North side where the lighthouse was located. As he approached the base of the lighthouse he peered upwards, shielding his eyes from it's bright light, he questioned whether this was a wise decision, but his drunkeness had the better of him and he ascended the stone steps into the lighthouse. As Tygre reached the top, the heat hit his fur immediately, but gold and liqour was all the motivation he needed to put out the massive blaze.
"How en Oblivion am I supposed to put this thing out?" Tygre asked himself, sobriety beginning to set in.
He looked around for anything that could assist him in dousing the fire, but all he could find was a dusty claymore, logs, and coal.
Tygre thought for a moment and peered over the edge of the lighthouse, the height of the tower would have made even a sober person dizzy. While he gazed over the side of the lighthouse, Tygre noticed the large body of water at the tower's base, giving him an idea as to how he would put out the massive fire. Tygre then reached for the dusty claymore lying on the ground, and examined it, it was a fine weapon he thought, wondering why someone would leave it there to be forgotten. But he knew it did not matter, he had a job to do.
Tygre saw a large round, somewhat bowlshaped plate of metal shining at the base of the fire, gripping the handle of the claymore, he jammed it's tip under the metal with as much strength his body could muster and pushed downward on it's handle. The massive sword began to bend, this worried Tygre, but as he continued to strain himself, the plate lifted, sending the scorching logs toppling and crashing into the water below, making a loud satisfying sizzle, all the effort caused Tygre to collapse, leaving him panting heavily on the ground.
"At least it's not so hot up here anymore." Tygre thought to himself, resting a moment and allowing the strong breeze caused by the elevation to cool his fatigued body before he descended the spiral staircase of the tower. Tygre was now bound for the Eastern shore, his snow-white eyes bright with excitement at the thought of the riches he would obtain there.
To Be Continued...
This post has been edited by Feralikazam: Jul 4 2013, 11:45 AM
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