The Story Of Kiln The Wanderer, Chapter 7 and on... Options

[Kiln]

Alright for anyone who wishes to read the first six chapters, here's the link: http://www.waiting4oblivion.com/forums/ind...p?showtopic=675
I would recommend reading them, they're likely the best of the story.
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Chapter 7

Kiln walked around town pointlessly until dark, he wasn't tired. He couldn't help but wonder what trouble York was in and how he needed his help. He walked back towards the Eight Plates and entered.

Tomorrow he would go to the fort. It would be an awkward return even though he'd heard Larrius had left days before, off to Gnisis for his evaluation. Larrius was quite corrupt, perhaps he'd been discovered.

Kiln sat with Rami and the drunks listening to them laugh and sing. He stared at Rami's face when she wasn't paying attention, amazed at her beauty. The most popular drink was likely flin but he drank what he always had, the bitter but effective mazte.

He poured more of the drink for himself, watching the brown liquor flow softly from the opening and into the tall mug. At the moment everything seemed perfect but things never stayed like that for long in his experience.

In the morning he would get his armor repaired, buy some supplies and food and wait until the following day to meet York at the fort.

Kiln opened the journal and read more of it's pages,

"Today I talked to Caius again, he wants me to speak with some stupid orc in the mage's guild about doing a favor or something, I'm nothing but an errand boy I swear..."

Kiln thought for a moment, he'd met with the same orc...strange how their paths had led together so many times but it was probably nothing. For now he would sleep and worry more about that later, he put the journal back into it's pouch and lied it beside the bed.

Rami walked in lying down beside him and he fell into a deep sleep holding her close to him.
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Sorry it's so short but my pain meds suck and I'm getting off soon.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Feb 16 2006, 05:15 PM

[minque]

Very nice Kiln....really . Good descriptions....I like it very much.

One question:

who is reading the journal entry, York or Kiln?

see this:

York opened the journal and read more of it's pages,

"Today I talked to Caius again, he wants me to speak with some stupid orc in the mage's guild about doing a favor or something, I'm nothing but an errand boy I swear..."

Kiln thought for a moment, he'd met with......

[Kiln]

I fixed it Minque, I'm getting off for now...stupid pain medication distorting reality...

[minque]

Awww are you ill? and still makes wonderful updates? wow

[Kiln]

Nope no illness...I just got back from ear surgery yesterday...and the pain medication sucks...anyways enough about that for now I'm off to bed...later.

[Soulseeker3.0]

well good update Kiln, and hope you feel better.

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 18 2005, 10:05 PM

[Kiln]

Kiln awoke the next day and slowly crawled out of bed trying not to wake Rami from her sleep. He collected his things and slowly closed the door behind him.

The drunks were back already, Kiln laughed as he walked to the doorway and left the building. It was already past noon by the look of things, he'd definately slept in later than he'd hoped.

He staggered through the street towards the armorer's shop nearby and opened the door slowly. He was greeted by the elf behind the counter,

"Hello, welcome to my shop...do you need something in particular sir?" he asked politely

"I'll just have a look about if you don't mind." Kiln replied looking over the various types of armor

"So...why do you need a new set of armor? If you don't mind me asking that is..." the wood elf said trying to start a conversation

"No reason...just thought I might get into a little mercenary work." Kiln said not revealing anything, mostly because he didn't know

"Really? Are you searching for new armor or would you like repairs on that chestplate of yours?" he asked clearly trying to find any way to make a profit

Kiln looked down at his chestplate, untied the straps, and lied it on the counter.

"How soon could you have this done and how much would it cost me?" Kiln asked

"I could have it done by sunset at least...maybe sooner. I could do it for about eighty gold." he said looking the armor over

"Eighty gold? I could buy a new chestplate for less than that. Forty." Kiln said trying to get a better price

"Fifty...sounds fair to me." the armorer said

"Fourty five and no higher." Kiln said

"Fine then, fourty five it is...I'll have it done by sundown" he said as he picked up the chestplate looking it over

Kiln was satisfied so he went to the next order of business, new clothing. His current clothing was horribly ripped and torn all over, it was time for a change.
He walked up the stairway in the center of town and into the clothier's shop.

Milie was such a nice woman and he regreted all the times he'd stolen from her previously but those days were behind him now. After a while of looking around the shop and asking prices and such he agreed to pay her for some common looking brown pants, a shirt, and new shoes.

They weren't anything special but they were a step up from what he'd been wearing so he was happy, he went around looking at various shops until nightfall when he went to pick up his chestplate.

"Here you go." the short bosmer said as he handed Kiln the chestplate

"This is...very good." Kiln said, amazed at the work

"It's as good as new, spread the word of my work friend." he said as he accepted the money for the repairs

Kiln paid him sixty gold instead of the agreed fourty five and left the shop towards the Eight Plates. He walked in and laughed as the drunks danced and Dulnea glared at them,

"Get off my table!" She yelled madly at the drunks

The random things that happened at the pub made it Kiln's favorite spot to stay. He watched as Dulnea went upstairs into the store room and came down with a broom, swatting at the three men dancing on the table until they came down.

She continued to yell as he went down to his room where Rami was sitting on the bed. He knew he would have to explain to her that he was leaving soon, but could not find the words. He laid down, worried and unable to sleep.
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I hated having to go through these days in my story...I wish I'd had York say "Meet me tomorrow" rather than two days...just slows things down too much...

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 19 2005, 07:21 AM

[Soulseeker3.0]

lol oh well that was good kiln, granted you had that big space of time between the clother and the armourer, I think you did a pretty good job.

it's those small mistakes that keep us from saying the same old thing everytime

[BobV]

Very good updatesesss.

[minque]

Nice details here, the business with the armorer and Milie! Adds reality to the story and I like that......well written as well!!

[treydog]

Don't be too concerned about the "extra" days- you used the time to include some necessary activity, which (as Minque says) adds reality. The other thing to remember is that, as the writer, you can use time however you wish- you don't have to account directly for every hour- for ex.
"The next 3 days passed in a blur of preparations, planning, exhausted sleep, and worry."

Zip- 3 days gone in one sentence

[Dantrag]

I think I've gotten rid of six years in a sentence before...

[Kiln]

Kiln hadn't slept a bit, he was worried about York. Today was the day they were to meet at the fort and he still hadn't told Rami about why he was leaving. In truth, he didn't know either.

He sat up from the bed still tired as Rami stared at him.

"Rami...I have to leave today." Kiln said putting his hand on her shoulder

"Where are you going?" she asked clearly concerned

"Don't worry about me, I'll return when I can." he said

"You're leaving me?" she said looking away from him and at the floor

Kiln gently grabbed her chin and turned her head to look at him before kissing her.

"I am not leaving you Rami. I'll only be gone for a while, I will return." he said reassuringly

"How do I know you'll return?" she asked staring at him

Kiln dug through his pack for a moment and pulled a small dagger from it,

"Keep Greed's dagger until I return." he said handing her the small jeweled dagger

She took it and kissed him goodbye before he left the building. The tired walk to the fort seemed like it took hours this time, when he finally arrived at the gates he sat down and looked around carefully searching for York.

A big broad man walked up with a cloak over his head and put his hand on his shoulder,

"I'm glad you decided to come Kiln." the familiar voice of Jinx, the man from the cell across from him

"We've been waiting for a while now." York said as he walked up beside Kiln and Jinx

"Now will you explain what's going on York?" Kiln asked as softly as his dark elf voice allowed

York helped him to his feet and they began walking back towards Balmora.

"Alright Kiln, I was enlisted in the blades shortly after I arrived on Morrowind. My task has been to successfully portray to the people of this land that I am in fact the incarnate of the Nerevarine, the ancient hero Morrowind." York said giving him time to think for a moment

"You are a blade?" Kiln said pretending to be surprised, he'd already made the connection between the spymaster and York some time ago

"Yes and so is Jinx here." York said looking at the breton

They were nearing town now.

"Let me be honest with you Kiln, though York may in fact be the incarnate, he still will need our help with a few things along the way." Jinx explained

"Where are we going?" Kiln asked

"To visit Caius...after I told him about how you dealt with Greed, he wanted to know if you'd join the team." York said

"Why didn't you just say to meet at Caius' house?" Kiln asked somewhat annoyed

Listen, all will be explained after your meeting with the spymaster.

"Caius? A spymaster?" a random man on the street said apparently overhearing their conversation

York turned and glared at him,

"Jinx!" he said pointing at the man

Jinx looked at him and chanted strange indistinctive words and unleashed a powerful spell towards him,

"That should do it." Jinx said looking at the man

"Hello, have we met? Where am I?" the old man asked confused

"I'm afraid you've hit your head rather hard sir, perhaps you should go to the temple and have yourself looked at sir." Jinx said to him

The man obeyed and they continued on to Caius' house nocking on the door lightly.

"Did you bring more booze?" a voice yelled from inside

"No sir, we've brought you Kiln." York yelled

"What in oblivion is a Kiln? I want booze." the voice yelled back at him

"Sir, we have returned with the man you wanted to speak to." Jinx yelled nocking again on the locked door

"No Kilns until I've had my booze." he yelled

"Caius, don't do this again...just open the door." York yelled

Silence followed and then the sound of a bottle breaking against the door showed that they weren't getting in without booze.

"Jinx, go fetch a bottle of brandy." York commanded

They sat down beside the door to await his return.

[Kell-Reevor]

My usual statement....

Good as usual, keep it up!

[Soulseeker3.0]

lol I wonder if he would have opened up you said you had an oven

good job Kiln!

[minque]

Interesting development in this story I must say......and I like it very much.....very much indeed...

[Kiln]

Warning:After reading this you'll never think of Kiln the same again...
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Jinx finally returned with the bottle of brandy and knocked on the door of the home once again.

"We have your booze sir." Jinx said loudly

Someone stumbling around the house tipped over something heavy and opened the door slightly,

"Show it to me!" he said holding out his hand

Jinx held the bottle and the man inside snatched it from him and pulled the cork from the lid.

"Hmmmm....this is good brandy." he said opening the door and waving them inside

As York and Jinx stepped in Kiln watched them set the table back up and York whispered something to Caius. After a few moments the old white haired imperial stood from the bed and walked a few steps before leaning over on Kiln.

"So you...are Kiln? You don't look like much of a warrior." Caius said looking him over and nearly falling over backwards before Jinx caught him

"So can he help us or not sir?" York asked Caius

"So you want to join the blades?" Caius said now sitting on the bed

Kiln stood for a moment thinking of the possibilities of becoming a spy and the fact that York needed his help.

"Yes sir, what must I do?" Kiln asked the old drunk

"Well...can you dance?" he asked laughing at him

"I suppose...when the situation calls for it..." Kiln said before being cut off by the happy old man

"Excellent! Dance." he said laughing

Kiln danced around by himself for a few moments, this was the ultimate act of humiliation.

Caius threw a skirt in the middle of the floor,

"Now put that on." he yelled between drinks of the brandy

"Forget this, I'm out of here." Kiln said kicking the skirt back at him

"Alright...thats enough...most men wouldn't have gone that far to join us." Caius stood seeming at least three times more sober as he shook his head

York and Jinx laughed at him. Had this been some sick test of loyalty? Apparently so...at least he'd passed it.

They led him outside and explained to him that they were heading off to some distant ashlander tribe to see if York can get them to test him against the nerevarine prophecies and they wanted Kiln to act as an escort.

"We can only allow you to go with us on one condition." York said seriously

"What would that be?" Kiln asked

"No more dancing." York said looking at him

They were off to the Silt Strider port to go to the nearest town and make their way to the camp on foot.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 22 2005, 08:00 PM

[minque]

Hehe......now wasn´t that sweet.....Kiln the Dancer ..

Ehhh you didn´t happen to get inspired of a cyrodiilic woman by any chance?


A very good instasllment....Caius the drunkard hmmmm

[Soulseeker3.0]

lol ha good job kiln.

[Neck' Thall]

HELP ME!!!!! I MUST THINK OF SOME THING ELSE BESIDES KILN DANCING BEFORE IT SCARRES ME FOR LIFE!!!!