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[jack cloudy]

Oh boy, this one was good. It was kind of sad though, two friends forced to fight for their house.

[Taillus]

Four adventurers stand in one of the many rooms that make up a Dwemer ruin far north of the Ghostfence. They stand in awe at the orange tinted metal objects that fill the shelves and chests around them. This certain ruin lies beneath the earth’s surface hidden by years of ash storms and before this point, was not even known to exist by the people of Morrowind.

The four adventurers had filled their pockets and travel bags with priceless Dwemer artifacts knowing that it would not be long before they would be able to retire from the dangerous life of ruin raiding and all could settle down to enjoy their new found wealth.

They had come into possession of everything from Dwemer weapons, close to complete sets of armor, dwemer coins, gears, and other items that could earn them vast riches even on their own. Each man loots the room and refrains from erupting into a fit of excited laughter as they quickly teeter dangerously close to over encumberance.

The self proclaimed leader rallies his men telling them of the money, estates, fine clothes, fine food and especially finer women that wait for them and they all erupt in anxious cheers as they head out of the room and eventually towards the exit of the Dwemer ruin.

One man gasps as his foot sinks in the floor beneath him. He looks to see that he had depressed a tile in the floor with his heel and the adventurers tremble as a deep rumbling can be heard from the walls beside them. Each man breaks into a full run as the walls begin to shuffle inward, attempting to flatten them.

Even though their travel packs full of loot slow them down, not one of them choose to leave anything behind and they yell in horror as the walls slide closer. The second man to the back suddenly trips and screams for help but it falls on deaf ears as they have no choice but to leave the doomed soul behind.

As the walls slowly seal together, only two men make it to the other side but are shocked to see that their exit had sealed as well. Desperate, both remaining men drop their dwemer fortune and begin caressing the walls with the small glimmer of hope that a hidden glyph is waiting to be pressed so they could make their way out.

One of the men stumble upon a spot in the wall that makes the wall blocking their exit quickly rise and he removes his hands to confirm. Both men look at each other wondering how the button can remain pushed to allow both men to escape. They begin to argue over who should be allowed to leave.

One of the two remaining people found the ruin in the first place, the other found the trigger to the door. It doesn’t take long for both of the remaining men to get upset and draw weapons. A long fight ensues and both men suffer critical damage. They both fight as their bodies threaten to buckle under the strain, pain and loss of blood.

In the end, one man stands, the sole survivor of the adventuring team. He leans his deceased comrade against the wall, letting his forehead activate the trigger and picks up his travel pack. He also takes the liberty of dragging his former friend’s share as well. As he gets partially through the exit of the ruin, he looks in horror as his fallen comrade slides across the wall. He frowns over his own greed as the sliding panel that once prevented their exit plummets down upon him, crushing him at the waist. He closes his eyes as life is ripped away from him, hoping death would take him quickly so that he would not have to think about how each man's greed was the cause of their demise.

[Agent Griff]

Interesting story Tallius. Basing a story on basic human emotions like greed or envy is always a good foundation for a story. I liked the story, it had a sad feel to it. It would make a good book at Silgrad you know? A book about some adventurers who get traped. It would increase your, umm, athletics skill? They did run with those horribly heavy sacks on their backs didn't they?

[Tellie]

Ok...here's mine....



Janus silently snuck forward, he had to remain undiscovered if this was going to work. He waved at the others, telling them to come. they had been sneaking up the heavy slopes of Red Mountain for hours now, they had to find this traitor who claimed to be Nerevar...and kill him, they had orders from lord Vehk himself to kill Nerevar once he came back out from Dagoth Ur.

Finally they saw the ancien citadel, and they saw Nerevar as vell, but he was...a she. "Go, spread out so that you have full wiuv of the entrance". janus group spread out to different locations, and redied their crossbows.

This traitor was good, but Janus believed that his group was stronger. after a little while the woman who claimed to be the Nerevarine, entered the ancient citadel. After what seemed like many hours, the sky startened to lighten and turn nearly blue. finally Janus heard the door open, and he quickly put the highly reactive explosion bolt in place, and aimed.

She walked out, and looked around in triumph, and started to walk towards the exit of the crater. janus looked in the crosshair of his crossbow, and followed the movements of the woman, finally he had her in his sight, so he loosened the deadly bolt.......it flew, and looked as though it would take her straight between the chest, but she turned away, as though she knew the bolt was coming, but the explosin threw her several feet away, and straight towards the lava filled crater...

She somehow managed to get a grip, merely feet above the lavastream, and started to climb up. The rest of the group loosened their bolts, and three bolt found their mark, and hit her in the back. She sorta just flowed back towards the lave, and Janus screamed for his group to assemble at the exit of the crater. They stood there, and started talking about the kill they had just achieved, but a sound bheind them made the turn around.

She was still alive, and more she was nearly over the edge of the lava pool.

-"Men line up, and reload", screamed janus, while he toog a highly lethal poison bolt this time. Then the started to march towards her, and she had just gotten over the edge, so janus talked to her.

-"So still alive traitor, well not for long, FIRE". The rest of the group opened fire, and the bolts flew into her, and then Janus released his own, and it caught her straight in the chest, it was no assassination, it was an execution. She fell backwards and landed in the lava, and sunk under it.

[Taillus]

I thought she was going to survive until the very last word. Very well constructed and laid out. I would take a quick look and possibly edit a couple of spelling mistakes but overall it was very well written. I am glad that Kell started this thread, I like escaping the hefty storyline that is the Taillus Fic and I can bet others like the short vacation from their own works, taking a detour and making sure the creative juices still flow but with some different scenery. Great work everyone!

[jack cloudy]

Two nice stories. Taillus showed greed in its worst form and Telendil gave a big execution with a big surprising twist at the end.

[Kell-Reevor]

Great work Taillus, you provided us with a very important lesson about Greed. Also this story kind of reminded me of my first days of playing MW when I was looting the dwemer ruins near Balmora. I picked up everything that could be targeted.

And Telendil, also great. Though she may not have been a traitor in our eyes, justice can be interpreted differently among individuals and this can lead to tragic situations like the one you described.

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Mar 11 2006, 06:34 PM

[Agent Griff]

Nice story Telendil. A few grammar mistakes here and there but the story is great. It would have been interesting to actually see this happen in Morrowind while you were playing. You were gloriously leaving Dagoth Ur after slaying Lord Voryn Dagoth and sudenly, you see a dozen crosbowmen all aimed at you. But of course, the hero must by then an utter god so he could dispose of the crosbowmen with relative ease. I also agree with Taillus, this short stories thread hepls keep the creative juice flowing in our minds. In that fashion, I've also decided to make a short story.

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After baricading themselves inside their blasphemous shrine, the Daedra worshipers were ready to withstand the fury of the House Indoril Ordinators. Since the Tribunal came to power, Daedra worshiping has been oulawed throughout Morrowind and only a scant few hold on to this practice. The Daedra worshipers in this respective shrine, Ashurbibi, were followers of the Daedric prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon, the most warlike of all the Daedra. His followers were well suited to deal with any temple warriors, Ordinators included.

The Ordinators weren't alone on this Daedra hunt, the Buoyant Armigers were also participating. Their lightly armoured forces were to mop-up the remaining or hiding Daedra worshipers after the Ordinators did their job. The leader of the Buoyant Armigers cast a spell on the whole force that protected them of any possible diseases the Daedra worshipers might throw at them.

The Ordinators lined up and prepared to storm the shrine. Their leader, a temple inquisitor called Ralyn Othravel, stepped forth and started encouraging the men.
"Your acts today, my brothers, shall echo in the whole of Vvardenfell even after your bones are long gone! Come now, and cleanse your sins with the blood of your enemies! For Almsivi!" shouted the Inquisitor.
He then cast a powerfull spell on the baricaded door of the shrine which blew it out of the way completely. The Ordinators then entered the shrine.

The forces of the Tribunal stormed the shrine with ease. They advanced untill they reached the main chamber which contained the heathen statue of Mehrunes Dagon. An order to destroy the statue was commenced and the ordinators all gathered their power into one mighty spell of destruction. The spell was very powerfull and knocked the statue out off its foundations. Such was the power of the Almsivi.

The strange thing was, that no worshipers could be seen. Did they flee? Did they commit suicide? It wasn't in the nature of Daedra worshipers, especially those of Mehrunes Dagon to flee. The mystery was quickly solved however. They were under the influence of the Chameleon spell. This caused them to be virtually invisible. The worshippers charged the ordinators from their hiding places. Before the spell wore off a dozen ordinators had been slain and the rest were swinging their maces through the air, hiting eachother.

Meanwhile, outside, the force of Buoyant Armigers present was wondering why they ordinators were taking so much time to get out. Their suspicions of an ambush were soon confirmed by a wounded, helmless, Ordinator who exited the shrine badly wounded.
"What happened inside?" The leader of the Buoyant Armiger inquired.
"We were...attacked...by our own." said the Ordinator while gasping heavily.
"Brethren, take our brother and give him treatment. If the skilled Ordinators have been defeated what hope do we have?" said the leader of the Armigers to his men.
In reality, the Armigers and the Ordinators were fierce rivals. The Armigers never agreed to the Ordinator's way of solving problems of faith so the Armigers left all surviving Ordinators inside the shrine to die.

[Tellie]

Oh that one I enjoyed griffie, as always the ordinaters act like "yeah we are the best we know it, come and die for here we comes" thing...thats why I hate the ordinators.

Show quite well how it happens when you are to self confident, good job indeed.

[Agent Griff]

Thanks for the kind words. I tried to capture the sense of invincibility that ordinators often have. That's why they're so arrogant. And that will also bring their downfall as shown in my short story here.

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 12 2006, 07:22 AM

[jack cloudy]

haha, how though are you now, Ordinator?! Well, how though are you?!

I liked that story, Griff. Seeing the Ordinators get beaten for once felt good.

[Kell-Reevor]

Good story Griff. Ordinators were fun to pick on. Even after I joined the temple I was collecting their helmets.

[Tellie]

I cant believe why we suddenly stopped posting in this one....it is good stuff.


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Mira, shush, move silently, a voice whispered. The two assassins moved deeper into the tower, it was soon dawn, and the duke and king would meet eachother at the Ebonheart docks, so they needed to get to their positions...fast.

ok, we'll split up, I take the west tower, you take the east the man whispered to the assasin know as Mira, they kissed before they took eachothers way.

He moved deeper, and heard the sound of a guard walking down the stairs. he hid behind a crate and waited...waited untill the guard had passed him. Then did he strike, with the speed of a lightning, he ahd plunged a dagger into the neck of the guard, and hidden him, then he moved on.

Meanwhile Mira was facing no guards, no prisoners, not a single person, and so she got to the top of the tower without any trouble at all. She sat down, and loaded her crossbow, the bolt was made of finely crafted adamantium, with enough poison to kill a man ten times over. With fumbling hands, she locked the crossbow, ready to fire...she could see the ship, it had almost docked.

This was the time that the male assassin choosed to appear, he nodded to Mira from across the ther tower, and she nodded and took up her aim. Meanwhile he loaded his crossbow with another type of bolt,one that would make such a big explosion of fire, lightning, frost, and smoke that everyone within twenty yards would either die of be severly injured...and the smoke would give himself and Mira time to escape.

The ship docked, and out came five Royal guards, and then came the King himself, with a hooded person walking behind him, with five more guards walking behind that person again.

The King and his retinue met with the ducke at the docks, and the hooded person removed her hood...Mira gasped, as she realised who the person was. It was Nerevar, a Nerevar who instead of destroying the heart of Akhulakhan had made herself a God, like Vivec and the other members of the tribunal had done for so many years ago.

She brushed her long silvery hair away from her youuthful face, and smiled with a sly look in her face. Then suddenly she moved with inhuman sped, her hands inside the cloak, just to draw two loaded crossbows. She moved them in a direction that was impossible...she couldn't know, but she did indeed know, the squeesed both triggers, and the two bolts flew up towards miras fellow assassin, and wedged themselves in his chest.

As the assassin fell off the tower, his crossbow fired, and hit Miras shoulder...the last thing she saw was the fiery ball that engulfed ehr, and a thunderous bang, and then she was lost to the world.

Meanwhile the citicens that had amassed on the street, saw that Telin fired her crossbows towards one of the Ebonheart towers, then the upper half of the other tower was blow into dust.

As a sence of irony, Miras crossbow flew into the air, landed in front of Duke Vedam Drens feet, and fired...the bolt hit him straight in his forehead, and he fell dead to the floor. Telina smiled to Helseth, finally her arch enemy was dead.

[jack cloudy]

Ouch, she's one nasty little bugger. And I mean that as a compliment. Just wondering, why go through the trouble of mind control (despite the delicious irony.) Wouldn't it be easier to just pop out some Destruction?

[Tellie]

I think you misunderstood there a bit Cloudy.......the asassin squeeses the triger in a deathgrip. as he falls down, and the bolt happens to hit Mira, who looses her crossbow, which is flung trhough the air,and lands before Drens feet, just to fire at Dren.

I love the idea...thanks for the compliment

[jack cloudy]

Oh wait, my mistake. It was Telina who pulled out two crossbows, not Mira. (I was already wondering where the second crossbow came from.)

I had assumed that considering their apparent relation, that Mira had been mind controlled and then fired at her friend. So it is Telina who fired the first two bolts and what follows was a very coincidential turn of events.


Edit: I also posted a one shot story today. It's called 'The Broom' and is a sort of interview with a Dremora who isn't very happy with his current job.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Jul 12 2006, 06:39 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

I just had this idea jumbling around in my head, just wanted to get something less serious out there for readers. I think I might do more than one of these whenever I feel like a small detour from my current fic, since I can be completely random with the way I have it setup. Well without further adieu...


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Memoirs of a Dremora

My purpose is simple; serve Mehrunes, serve his followers, and destroy. Seem rather simply do they not? Well, most of them are, but as for serving Mehrunes followers…. I have had… difficulties. Mortals are… odd to say the least. I have since grown to detest their existence quite thoroughly.

Let’s see… I was spending my time patrolling Mehrunes’ plane of Oblivion. Did I mention how glad I am to be the top of the line of Mehrunes’ servants? I can kick scamps around whenever I please and actually RIDE the clannfear! Anyways, I was patrolling Oblivion, likely feasting on a soul of some damned mortal, I don’t quite remember, when the Lord of Destruction himself came to me.

“Rhuragix,” Mehrunes boomed at me, “One of my mortal disciples will be calling a Dremora for service soon, and I have decided it shall be you. Serve them as you would serve me.” With that he stalked away, likely to go start a forest fire in the Valenwood or something.

Finally I had a chance to reap some serious havoc! Knowing what Mehrunes stands for, I figured his followers would definitely have some fun things for me to do. For example, setting a village to flame, or maybe boiling a river, causing much ecological damage. I chuckled gleefully as a purplish haze began to surround me. This is it! This is my time to shine!

Physically being ripped out of Oblivion is a very interesting feeling. By interesting I mean painful. I was as if every inch of my body was shredded apart and established in Tamriel in the most obscenely painful way possible. It would be an experience I would never appreciate, ever.

Gasping in pain (I think the summoner thought I was growling), I arrived in Tamriel. I looked across to see who summoned me, turned out it was a Dunmer. Good start, I had heard the Dunmer were a serious sort of people. He was wearing a deep green robe, dusty from travelling I assumed, and his red eyes glowed intently as he clapped his hands together eagerly.

“Servant! My name is Ralen. I have invoked a powerful summoning spell so that you’ll remain here as long as you aren’t banished. Of course there’s only two ways you can be banished; me releasing you, or getting yourself killed. The former won’t happen as long as you do as I say. Understand?” he asked, making his serious expression seem too serious.

I simply nodded, I had no need to say words to someone I could likely kill with a flick of my wrist. He was quite scrawny looking.

His red eyes lit up as I agreed to his demands. “Excellent! Now to decide what to do with you…” he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

I nearly gaped at him. He hadn’t a clue on what he wanted to do with me!? What was I dealing with here? I began to pace about, as Ralen was still pondering on what to do. The only movement coming from him was the scratching of his chin.

Suddenly he just exploded. “Will you stop with that damned pacing!!” he practically screamed as he stormed over to me and openly slapped me across the face.

The insolence of this fool! My hand brushed the hilt of my long sword, but then Mehrunes’ words echoed in my head, “Serve him as you would serve me.” So I merely narrowed my eyes and stood in place. Ralen held my gaze, with an almost motherly anger displayed in his eyes. He then snorted angrily and turned away from me.

“I got it! Servant! Come!” he called. It seemed like he was treating me like some sort of dog. “Your mission is to defeat the main enemy of my friends. That enemy being hunters. They have a guildhall in a town to the south of here, in Tel Vos. The poor Cliffracer are being massacred by these brutes! I want them to pay!” Ralen ranted, anger clearly evident on his face.

I again nodded and turned to begin my way south. An arm gripped my shoulder and spun me around. What did this fool want now?

“You must promise me something first. You must not hurt a Cliffracer, ever. Such beautiful creatures don’t deserve death! So promise me!” Ralen said with conviction.

I nodded and with that he released his grip on my shoulder. I was grateful that he believed he thought me as a mute. I did not want a conversation with this fool. Don’t hurt some bird? Surely this Dunmer would fit better serving Sheogorath, wouldn’t he?

As I began my travel south, a sudden ear-grating squawk sounded over my head. Looking up to the sky I saw one of the ugliest creatures I had ever seen. This is coming from someone who is in regular company of smelly scamps and has had the “privilege” of having a conversation with an Ogrim. It looked like some sort of deformed flying rat with a beak. Even at the height it was at, it smelt like a corpse. Now I usually don’t mind the smell of corpses, but then again, the corpses I smell are fresh. This smell was not, it was rancid. I never thought in my whole career of merciless destruction that I would be gagging on a smell.

Attempting to ignore the creature, I continued on the journey. All of a sudden another squawk was heard and another one of these creatures suddenly appeared over my head. The damn noise they were making was getting on my nerves. Normally, I would just roast them with a simple fireball, problem solved, but I had a “mission” to do and the unstable Ralen would probably be upset if I didn’t get this done quickly. So I attempted the very difficult task of drowning out the sound these things were making.

My attempts proved useless as by the time the town of Tel Vos appeared on top of the hills I had a whole flock of the annoying rat-birds following me. I was nearly twitching in anger. Those hunters were definitely going to know what pain feels like, just because I had to put up with these… abominations!

As the guildhall came into view, my inhibition to kill rose to a near crescendo. I pulled out my long sword and suddenly and “Ting” noise came to my ears. I turn around and come face to face with one of these birds. It was attacking me! To make matters more annoying, the whole flock decided to descend upon me and attack me as well.

I was in a sea of gross-smelling, ear-grating noise, complimented by my “dings” and “tings” of my armour being stricken. I had enough, in one swoop of my sword, disembodied birds collapse all around me. I would have never thought the smell of death would disgust me, but the stench emitted from these birds was indescribable. I started to head to the town once again, but a burst of energy drew my attention.

Over a hill to my right, Ralen came storming, huffing and puffing in anger. No… these… things can’t be Cliffracers! The way he talked about them, it sounded as if they were some majestic, golden bird of the noble skies. Not these bottom feeding scum!

“You made a promise, and not even before you complete my assigned task, you break it!” he fumed. I was now certain this mer was insane.

“I release you from this plane!” he yelled at me, waving his arms frantically.

That indescribable pain erupted from every pore of my body and once again I found myself back in Oblivion. I shuddered, that was terrible. We could really use Cliffracers for our forces…

[Tellie]

hahaha....oh seriously that was funny. I must agree, that man must have fitted better with good'ol Sheo, but if her just want to be stupid an follo Merry, let him do so.

exellent one shoter, and with a good sense of humor... Jona for you.

[Black Hand]

There is a what seemed to be a puzzle to me for many months now. For I am Nerevar Reborn, and every prophecy has come true, save one.

'Seventh Trial, His mercy frees the cursed false gods. Binds the broken, redeems the mad.'

"Or should I say that it has now come to pass, Almalexia?" I said speaking to the Azura's Star.

I grip Trueflame's hilt, and I remember how arduous this quest was.

Binds the broken.

I place the Azura's Star, with Almalexia's trapped soul down on the Shrine at Mount Assarnbibi.

Redeems the Mad.

I leave her Sword, Hopesfire, leaning against the shrine.

"Well, Old Girl. I guess this is goodbye the second time. Rest easy." I said as I put on my hood, and walked off into the Ash Storm.

[The Metal Mallet]

Ooooo very poetic Black Hand. Liked it.