The Balance: The Neutral Spider, From the Office of Laegus Hawkherd Options

[Red]

If you're a fan of W4O Fan Fiction, you owe it to yourself to read this.

I spent the rest of that day looking for some quality items to spend my money on, but none of the swords and such phased me. Also, because the Nords believed I was a skilled unarmored fighter, so I had to pass right by all the wonderful armours. I rented a new room at a bed and breakfast at the edge of town, and spent the extra money on the largest room they had. It took up an entire floor of the building and was cheaper than I would have ever expected. They said that no one needed a room this big for months, and that If I simply paid an extra 200 gold I could rent it for as long as I needed it. I covered my self in the dreamily soft covers of the bed and fell asleep.

I was in a cave, but it wasn’t wet and cold like the caves of my home, it was warm and candle-lit. “We’ll live here for a day or two, then I’ll teleport us back to Balmora when the heat is off” it was the Redguard from my other dreams, but he didn’t seem so threatening. His face was kind and wild at the same time, with a strange haircut I had once heard called “dreadlocks”. “You can thank me about the prison incident later, right now we have to keep calm, keep warm and keep undetected. We’re safe here, just don’t aggravate any of Anxkharghe’s creations and be kind to him. He’s a necromancer, but he is kind to the living and has gotten me out of many hard times” A necromancer? A NECROMANCER? I’M LIVING IN THE CAVE OF A NECROMANCER? My words didn’t match my thoughts, and this surprised me greatly. “Why wouldn’t I be kind to him? He did give me this gauntlet and has been quite the undead host” I said laughing, and was replied with a smile. I noticed a hand, definitely not man, mer or beast, on my shoulder. Terrified I turned and said “Anxkharghe, how pleasant to see you! What have you found during your studying? Anything of that woman in our dreams or is she still a whisper of a mystery?” Anxkhargh stood still for a second, as he had to recall all of the things he saw in his vast mind vision. “I searched for the person we saw and not only did I hear a name told and see a picture, I learned a history. I had Mehhmloth scribe the vision, so maybe you should talk to him rather than me and my old bones” terrified, I laughed heartily at the joke. The wooden door at the most far south of the cave opened, and Mehhmloth emerged from the doorway.

Mehhmloth was a breathtaking specimen, a re-living white mage of a previously forgotten history, wearing ancient white armor covered in runic writing. He was holding Mehhm, his claymore separated with a small gap between either side of the blade. He was a Golem, but not the kind you hear of in tales and horror novels. His original body was killed in a fight with none other than Anxkharghe, by a poison dart to the leg. He has been given a new leg and through various magickal ceremonies and tasks for various Daedric Princes, life with a fully working and nearly perfect human attributes. “Telina Delvanni is her name. A Dunmer of about average height, with silver hair just past her shoulders and a very beautiful thin body. She often is seen in mostly Indoril armor and is constantly heavily armed. It would seem she was Dark Brotherhood and now has high rankings in the Telvanni, Blades and the Temple. If we’re ever going to find her we should start quickly and look intelligently, as she is very, very difficult to track” Mehhmloth looked at me, dead in the face. “Are you certain this figure in darkness is worth traveling to Morrowind for?”

The dream ended there, and I woke up suddenly. Shocked by how descriptively terrifying that dream was, I got dressed as fast as I could, eager to go to start my search for the “guild”. I packed what I imagined would be necessary to fight such potions and my leather gloves, and set off out the door.

[Tellie]

O_o....this is getting exiting...hehe, Telina is in another fan fic...thats nice.

I like the description of her...and I also find the dream exiting as well. This whole story is quite thrilling, and you're a wonderful writer...please give us some more...I'm dying to find out whats happening next.



This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Apr 16 2006, 01:34 AM

[jack cloudy]

Ah, another crossover. Nice. But, these guys really need to think twice before they pick Telina as their target. She's one mean little killing machine with lots of telepathic fun. Mess with Telina and you are going to be embarassed horribly before dying.

[Red]

Ok, new update and I made a quick fix to the old one so if you want to read the corrected version, just read the vary last paragraph.



My first well of answers was a familiar face, one of the Nords that took me to the pub when I first visited this town. “You know where I could find the fist-fighters guild?” he spoke in his heavy accent after looking strangely at me. “Ordras! Its you! I eard’ they migh’ name you starrr hero, is tha’ true?” I shook my head and he grabbed me in what I presumed was a hug, but turned into some strange Nordic “pick up and swing around” fight move. “Oh! Enough of my gushin’ and questions and on ta’ yours! Yes I do know where to fin’ the arena, but’cha best stop callin’ it a guil’ or some un’ il’ think your mad! Guils’ are fur ancient Dunmer an’ stuck up igh’ Elves, not warriors like me un’ you. Follow me frein’, I’m going to there righ’ now!” he had the heaviest Nordic accent ever, but it was quite frankly fascinating. How could any civilized group of people stand others who talk like this? Other Nords had accents, but this is one of the not so few that seemed to dislike the common tongue.

I followed him for about a minute until we came to a large, stone building with many stones engraved with pictures of warriors and animals. “I got me business doins’ out here, so you just walk on in, go dow’ the stairs to the right an’ talk to the biggess’, meaness’ Nord in there ya’ see” He walked out behind the house and I wasted no time walking right up to the door. I opened the dense wooden door and bravely walked into where no sensible Dunmer ever should. The top floor was filled with weapons and armours in large glass cases and some on mannequins. I followed my Nord travesty of the common language’s advice and walked down the stairs. Ok, I lied. I fell down the hard wooden stairs face first and crashed into a barrel. Filled with pain and surrounded by strangers, I silently cursed in my head, knowing embarrassment was soon to come as I picked myself off of the soft dirt floor.

“What an entrance! He just threw himself down the stairs, put a nice dent in a sturdy wooden barrel and simply go up! He’s not screamin’ or anything! This guy’s tough as nails!” the other people in the room started cheering for me and talking about what they thought was a show of strength. “Is he sane? You think he’s got a follow up to that? I’ve never seen a Dark Elf take any damage like that and get up. Is that Star Hero?” they talked and, in some cases, yelled things along those lines. “I’m happy you all realized that was no accident and yes, I’m fine” three times now I lied. I was in a great amount of pain and the height difference between each stair caused my fall, not my brain.

[minque]

Oooooo......impressive, fellow mod! Really good, how could I miss this one? (jeezers, to many writers who posts like ravishing maniacs!..)

[Red]

Aww, thanks Minkie!

Whoo whoo! Here comes the update train!

After getting acquainted with some of the fighters and spectators, I met Sjordsjer. He was gigantic, about 7’5 foot tall, covered in blue tattoos and wearing a long brown robe. “Hello Star Hero, welcome to the arena” his voice boomed and carried throughout the building, and people couldn’t help but listen to his words. “If you wish to train before you fight, there is training equipment all over here. If you wish to start by learning the ropes betting on a fight or two, go upstairs and walk to the room to the left of the front door and go through the door in that room. Good luck in anything you decide to do” I nodded my pretty little head in agreement and decided to learn how to fight here indirectly. I walked up the stairs and through the left room into the betting room.

“What can I do ya’ for and how much you want me to put you in for?” this man was bold and direct I thought, so I looked at the betters sign behind him. The gold allowed to be put down was 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 and anything you would like to bet from then on. I reached into my sack and pulled out a good fifty gold to show a false sense of assurance. “The Redguard Larem Orcbane is fighting Sjeven the Statue. Who you bettin’ on?” and now the dilemmas. If I put my money on a big loser, they might lose respect in me, but if I could only vote for an underdog who wins, I could look smatter in this arena than I am. I took on of the ten piece septems from the pile and flipped it, calling a name in my head just before it landed. Akatosh sign, that was Sjeven. “Fifty on Sjeven the Statue” I hope that leaving fifty gold on blind luck would work in my favour.

I walked down stairs and noticed the fight was very close to its start. Sjordsjer yelled out as the most appropriate announcer. “Larem “Orcbane” Stuars has been challenged by Sjeven the Statue! Let the game start when this red cloth enters the centre of the arena” Sjordsjer threw the cloth, about the size of a unfolded kerchief, which span and danced toward the very centre of the circle. I walked to the large, painted white circle the spectators where standing around. When it came to the centre, both the Nord and Redguard ran towards each other.

[Fuzzy Knight]

Very good very good Red! Good updates indeed, I'm very keen on the fight now - Update plz

[Red]

Because of the fact you said one of my favourite words ever (keen), I will update. +3|-| |#16#+!

Larem jumped into the air and attempted a devastating drop kick. Sjeven ducked and rolled, sending Larem right over him, though he land on his feet. Sjeven walked towards the centre of the ring while Larem trotted in a circle around him. He was obviously trying to use his speed against the Nord, as Sjeven was at least a good foot taller and wider than him. They were both wearing no shoes or shirt, but a loose pair of baggy pants, and both were covered in muscle. Larem circled closer and closer to Sjeven until he was in range of the Nord’s punches. Sjeven swung a mighty right fist, but Larem was prepared and jumped backwards and then back at the Nord. An elbow to the face sent him back a few steps. Larem landed and ran towards Sjeven who was now backing up, trying to find an opening. He nearly fell backwards twice and decided to stop cowering. He jumped forward and tackled Larem, who ran right into the attack. Sjeven gave a few quick punches to the Redguard before Larem threw him off. They both closed into each other and started swinging and blocking, both being hit hard multiple times. Larem ducked low when Sjeven threw what could have been a devastating haymaker, and picked the towering Nord up from the ground. Sjeven kicked and punched at Larem before being thrown to the ground. Sjeven stood up from the ground, just in time to dodge a running punch by Larem, who ran all most out of the circle. The Nord ran towards the Redguard and gave him a strong kick, sending him out of the white ring. Everyone cheered, so I decided to join before walking up the stairs to claim my prize.

[Fuzzy Knight]

Nice detailed fight there Red, very well written indeed I really thought Larem was going to win there. Good work! More please...

[Tellie]

Nice detailed fight there Red, very well written indeed I really thought Larem was going to win there. Good work! More please...

I really have to admit with my fellow Norwegian there....it was a very well written fight scene, that was a nerve wrecking experiance to the last...great update as always...so now I command you to update again...oh...DOH, I cant do that, I dont have the power...

But please for the sake of the rest of us, update soon.

[Kiln]

Wow Red, I'm having one hell of a time trying to keep up with you man, so do us a favor and keep up the good work, I'm excited to see you updating frequently.

[jack cloudy]

That was a very good fight. Good work.

[treydog]

Great updates- this continues to be a readable and exciting story. Good fight scene, too.

[Red]

Hehe, every time I see that puppy dog in one of my topics, I'm truely honoured. Oh, the rest of you fans are alright to .

Updates coming within the week, maybe.