Morrowfall, a peice in my spare time... Options

[mplantinga]

Who told you about that? 

Really though, who said anything about the sword?

secret plot twist with the sword.

It looks like you did. Perhaps you had already forgotten?

I guess it's not much of a secret anymore (except for what the twist actually is)

[stargate525]

It looks like you did.  Perhaps you had already forgotten? 

I guess it's not much of a secret anymore    (except for what the twist actually is)

I meant the 'sword' as 'sword being weilded by tail'. The sword itself won't have a backstory.

*looks about misceviously*
or WILL it?

[stargate525]

Chapter 17

During the days that followed I learned more and more about what it was exactly we had gotten ourselves into. We were living in a cave outside of Vivec, an abandoned smuggler's den by the looks of it. Plenty of room for all of us, though not the most comfortable accomodations.

To my annoyance, I was now even more respected by everyone, almost to the point of worship. I didn't want that kind of fame, all I wanted was to go home. While I was here though, I certainly didn't want to be known for a murder. I found that this would be hard to avoid, as there was a 20,000 gold peice reward for my head, and there was rumored to be a poem circling around Vivec entitled 'The Hero of Fort Ebonhart' about my 'heroic deeds'.

We stayed there a grand total of three weeks, resorting to highway robbery to feed ourselves. Suspicions in Vivec weregetting high, and demand for us to be found was mounting. Time to relocate, and, since I was now the leader by general consent, 'Sword-tail' was the one to decide on where.

I got together Gravious, Holds-The-Shield, the best argonian warrior we had with us, and Maer' Kesh, the master theif, to help make the descision. Obviously, we ruled out Suran, Vivec, Balmora, and Seyda Neen as hiding places, as well as the smaller villages on the western coast; the former were hotbeds of enemies, and the latter were too small to move through without attracting attention. The Redoran we rejected as well; even though they could shelter us, the weren't nearly strong enough to go against the nerevarine.

That left Dagon Fel and the surrounding islands in the North, or the telvanni lands in the east. After awhile we decided on Dagon Fel. Although the prospects there were bleaker, and the telvanni had no love of the Nerevarine, we somehow thought that marching a groupd of Khajiit and Argonians through the lands of experiment-happy wizards would be a bad thing.

Dagon Fel it was, though now we had to decide the route we would take. A straight line north would take us through Red Mountain. Although it was now idyllic farmland, it was heavily patroled. East, we could use he telvanni as cover, but they were almost as dangerous to us. West would be a difficult marchthrough swampland and bogs, although it would be the least likely to pose military resistance to us. The least of three evils, and the descision was on my shoulders.

Thankfully, Maer' Kesh had an alternative option, one perfectly suited for us to carry out, one that could prevent any more deaths. Now all we had to do was find one person, and we would be home free.

[minque]

The plot tightens now.....so dwelling in a cave near Vivec....doesn´t seem to be the nicest place on Nirn huh?

Good story Stargate......I read it with pleasure

[chips]

wow this is terrible tsk...tsk..tsk..

only joking its quite good,

This post has been edited by chips: Oct 16 2005, 06:21 PM

[stargate525]

wow this is terrible tsk...tsk..tsk..

just kidding.

[mplantinga]

Another great update. Once again, you have left us in great suspense. I'm assuming you do this on purpose; leaving out a critical detail just so we'll want to read more. Well, it certainly is working. I will look forward to finding out who this person is that they need to find, and how he/she will get them out of this mess.

[stargate525]

Another great update. Once again, you have left us in great suspense. I'm assuming you do this on purpose; leaving out a critical detail just so we'll want to read more. Well, it certainly is working. I will look forward to finding out who this person is that they need to find, and how he/she will get them out of this mess.

suspence? why, whatever do you mean?

Glad it's working.

[stargate525]

Chapter 18

Once again I found myself in the Arena Canton of Vivec. Although it had been almost a month since my little 'visit' here, it seemed like only yesterday. This time, I was cloaked in black robes, cape, and hood, partially against the rain, partially to hide the fact that I was an Argonian, and partially to hide my visage as the most wanted man in Vvardenfell.

It's ironic I thought to myself, dark day for dark buisness.

And it was dark buisness that brought me here. Some would call it madness. Waltz into the Nerevarine's own arena dungeon, release a prisoner there, and get him out of the city without any of the guards being any the wiser.

Alone.

The crowds thinned as I moved farther down the canton, until I was alone in the dry beige hallways. I checked the map I had gotten from the informant, and headed towords the dungeon. Inside, miraculously, there were no guards, but the retreating footsteps from the door across the chamber showed they were taking another victim up to the arena floor to be eaten by soem vicious creature.

I moved down the row of doors, checking the paper scrawlings of each, until I reached the one I was looking for. I quickly 'persuaded' the lock by way of scroll, and entered the cell. Inside was a man; aged and decrepit, his grey hair, at least what was left of it, was matted down on his head by layers of dirt, grime, and sweat. This most certainly did not look like the master strategist I had come to collect, but, checking the door's nameplate again, it must be the right person. I hefted his unconsious figure over my shoulder and staggered out of the prison block, down to the underworks below.

We met the informant there, an argonian freedom-fighter by the name of Runs-the-race. He got us out of the city that night by way of 'borrowed' gondola, with the promise of being ready for our signal.

It was at this time that my jailbird friend decided to awake. He looked at me and asked, "Who are you?"

"A friend Caius," I replied, "a friend."

[mplantinga]

A curious development, to be sure. I'll look forward to finding out if Caius can live up to this little band's expectations.

[stargate525]

just wanted to say that this isn't dead, and that I should update with another by Jan. 10.