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Sel, Chapter 3 |
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Dantrag |
May 19 2006, 04:11 PM
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Councilor
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz
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wow. It's been awhile. (I'm such a slacker with this thing)
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Sel was getting more than a little scared because of the growing tension between Aldaril and Fyr. If the two decided to let their disagreement escalate into violence, then he and Vysi would be in a quite dangerous situation. With that in mind, he set out to put out the fires of strife.
"So is there anything else? Any word on where the Nerevarine is?" he blurted quickly.
"Why would I tell you?" Divayth retorted. "I don't respond well to threats." he finished, pointing to Aldaril's smoking fist.
If the old mage could play with words and get away with it, so could Sel.
"Well then you owe us; you haven't made good on your end of the bargain." Sel said, immediately regretting it, mainly because the Telvanni councillor was a very imposing elf. He looked fearsome in his strange black and red armor, and that look was intensified because of the anger etched across his face.
"Explain yourself." Fyr commanded.
Sel gulped loudly before continuing. "Well...uh...you see...uh..you promised that you'd...uh...tell us where Chrysamere was...not...who...uh...has it." he stammered. He gulped again, hoping that Divayth didn't see it fit to burn him to a crisp then and there.
There was a long and awkward silence that only served to make Sel's fear grow and grow. After a few more seconds, Fyr burst out into laughter.
"You're a clever one, boy. Your master should take lessons. Anyway, I suppose you're right. I did say that I'd tell you where the sword was."
"And?" Aldaril cut in.
Divayth shot him an angry glare. "I wasn't speaking to you." he turned back to Sel with a smile. "What's your name, boy?"
"Sel." he answered tentatively. This sudden change of attitude was more than a little unnerving.
"Alright Sel, come this way, and we'll see how I can repay what I owe."
Sel followed Divayth down the chute after the mage had given them both levitation.
Fyr led Sel to his own bedroom where he motioned for Sel to sit down in a nearby chair. Once Sel sat down, Fyr sat down across from him.
"So what do you want in exchange? I don't know where Chrysamere is exactly, but I'm willing to give you something else in return."
Sel leaned back in his chair and thought hard. If he made the wrong decision here, Aldaril would not be pleased. Divayth was rich, so he could take gold, but he was also a collector, like Aldaril, so he could get some kind of artifact...
"It's said that you're a collector; can I look at what you have?"
Divayth smiled. "Of course."
Sel then realized from the expression on Fyr's face that he had passed some sort of test and asking for gold had been the wrong answer.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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minque |
May 19 2006, 06:55 PM
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Wise Woman
Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!
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Ha! Good old Sel! Clever as usual....some day he may be more clever than what´s good for him..... . So he managed to get some info outta Mr Divayth.....that is good..but!!! Where would it lead him? I bet we´ll see about that.... I do have a question..or shall we say a wish.....I wonder what Vysi is up to while her brother runs around harassing old Telvanni wizards...... *waiting eagerly for the next update, where all questions would be answered...or?*
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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Dantrag |
May 29 2006, 02:58 AM
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Councilor
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz
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I kinda missed Sel, so here you go.
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Divayth laid out a large variety of items on a table in front of Sel.
"These are the ones that I'm willing to part with. Make a choice."
Sel looked at them all, but knew nothing of any of them. There was a cuirass, a hammer, a mace, many odd dwemer items, and even a few daedric ones.
"Can Aldaril come in here?" he asked, wanting some help to make the right decision.
"Most certainly not. Aldaril and I have never got along well, we just...tolerate each other."
Sel nodded, not really wanting to know the history between Fyr and his employer. He was about to point to a daedric dagger, but Divayth cut in.
"I need someone like you."
Sel raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You have a good head on your shoulders. You're a bit young, but I can find plenty for you to do."
Sel suddenly understood. "You want me to work for you instead of Aldaril?"
Fyr nodded.
"No thank you." Sel said as if he were telling a waitress that he didn't want any biscuits.
Divayth's jaw tightened, and Sel guessed that he wasn't used to being turned down.
"I'll take that one." Sel said, not-so-tactfully as he pointed to the hammer, changing his mind from the dagger.
"Take it and go." was all Fyr said.
A bit flustered and even more scared, Sel grabbed the hammer and dragged it along behind him as he ran back to Aldaril.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Dantrag |
Jun 3 2006, 04:15 AM
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Councilor
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz
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Fyr will get even later. --------------- Sel made his way back to the room in which Aldaril and Vysi were standing uncomfortably. "Here. This is yours." he said to Aldaril as he handed the hammer over. "By Azura, boy. Do you have any idea what you've just given me?" Sel shrugged. "A hammer, I'm guessing." Aldaril shook his head as if in disappointment. "Well, this isn't really the place to go into detail. I don't think the old wizard wants us around." Sel nodded, and the three companions left the tower. While on the boat heading back towards Sadrith Mora, Aldaril took it upon himself to describe the importance of the hammer that Sel had chosen. It was no Chrysamere, but Aldaril was satisfied. "So, since I got Volderug or whatever, do I get a bonus?" Sel asked hopefully; he needed a little extra gold to go pick up a couple things for himself and his sister. Aldaril was in too good a mood to say no, so he dug in his purse for Sel's bonus. No sooner had Aldaril placed the coins in Sel's hand than they arrived in Sadrith Mora, just outside the Gateway Inn. "Come on, Vysi. I have something to go get you." he said, running off into the city. Aldaril was left far behind, shaking his head at youthful energy.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Soulseeker3.0 |
Aug 26 2006, 02:40 AM
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Master
Joined: 18-February 05
From: From "not where you are"-ville
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QUOTE(minque @ Jun 4 2006, 07:15 PM) Ahhhh......more Sel! That hammer.....was it Volundrang or am I just far out ???
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jun 2 2006, 10:15 PM) "So, since I got Volderug or whatever, do I get a bonus?" Sel asked hopefully; he needed a little extra gold to go pick up a couple things for himself and his sister.
I'm taking that as a yes Anywhoo, nice job Dantrag. can't wait to see what Sel get Vysi. ps. sorry for resurecting this but i wanted to comment on it.
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SKAThis was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok
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