The Telvanni Amulet - Battle of the Great Houses Options

[Fuzzy Knight]

Sadly it will take some time before I edit again cuz of exams, essays and all that.. :verysad:

[minque]

Fully understand! so I wish you luck with all exams...my daughters also have theirs pretty soon...

[MerGirl]

[quote=Fuzzy Knights]Sadly it will take some time before I edit again cuz of exams, essays and all that.. :verysad:[/quote]

Don't worry about it. It happens. My Biology Honors teach is givin' us two huge packets of work and two exams by the end of the school year. So I know how you feel. :ashamed:

Great writing by the way!

[Fuzzy Knight]

Managed to write something today... So here it is..

Meczoth looked around almost panicking, it was water surrounding him. He couldn’t even see land; would he take the risk of jumping out into the cold water and swim off to nowhere? Meczoth knew he might have a chance, he had the sword. He turned back and looked through the swamp and could just see flashes of light, torches. They were coming he said to himself. Meczoth ran out into the diseased swamp water’s only his head was sticking out as he slowly moved into some rough plants and was out of sight.

“Ah how could you let him escape? I thought you were powerful enought to at least keep a prisoner” one of the men said to the old Dunmer. Meczoth looked supprised, shaking his head; he survived that blow – an axe straight into his hearth.

“Ah shut up! We’re not hunting him, he will return to Sadrith Mora I guess if he is stupid enough to take that chance, just search the Island and if you find him call on me” the old Dunmer demanded as he stood only few feet from Meczoth, he scanned around but Meczoth was under his sight and was trying to stay calm not giving off his position.

“You four stay here, search the Island. We go into the shrine and question the Telvanni Agent once more” he said and took seven men and went back against the shrine. The other’s sat down on some rocks and started talking, they didn’t look experienced at least how the acted now Meczoth thought.

With the cover of the night Meczoth moved out and up against the Dunmer’s who didn’t notice him, he took the first one slashing the enchanted blade deep into his neck before pushing him aside leaping on to the other stabbing his blade right into his chest twisting the blade around and holding over the Dunmer’s mouth so he couldn’t scream for help. He turned around as the third one looked stunned and made a run for the ruin, Meczoth tried to keep up but his wounds held him back. He grabbed the bow to one of the Dunmer’s and sent of an arrow right away, but he missed hitting a tree. He sent of another one, the arrow cut through the air hitting the Dunmer right in the kneecap making him fall straight to the ground. Meczoth jogged fast up before sending another arrow into the Dunmer’s back making the final kill. He stood there for a while before running into the swamp moving against the ruins. His instinct led the way as he dodged by the trees and came up against the ruin. He moved slowly against the wall of what seemed to have been a tower and peeked out.

He could see two Dunmer’s that stood outside the shrine entrance, both of them where armed and on the look out. One stood at the end of the stairs and the other at the shrine door, it was a smart position – Without getting spotted Meczoth needed to attack the one by the door. He lay down on the ground and crawled north against a little path way to get to the left of the stairs, it went slow and the Dunmer’s seemed to know something was wrong. They looked around, scanning the ruins as the one by the stairs held his shield up.

Meczoth sat on one knee and slowly slided an arrow on his bow aiming into the neck of the one by the shrine door. Meczoth closed his eye and let go of the arrow, it went straight in and got easily between the armor cracks near the neck, he Dunmer cried of as he grabbed for the arrow but fell dead on the ground after just a moment. The one at the stairs rush up against the door when he saw Meczoth load his bow and took the opportunity and leaped down and slashes loose against Meczoth. Meczoth blocked the bow with his bow but it broke and the Dunmer went in for a new attack against Meczoth stomach.

Meczoth dodged the slash as he leaped back, the Dunmer went in against pushing on with his shield making Meczoth tumble to the right, but the Dunmer saw the move coming and swiftly moved to his left and knocked Meczoth out of balance with his shield. Meczoth landed on his back as the Dunmer’s katana came down against his chest; Meczoth acrobatically dodged the katana and spun around tripping the Dunmer with his feet before drawing his sword. The Dunmer cried for held before he sat his shield in front of the blow, but the sword went through the shield and into the Dunmer’s shoulder making him send in another attack on Meczoth. Meczoth drew out his sword from the shield and blocked the poor strike from the wounded Dunmer.

Meczoth could feel the pain of his wounds appearing again, he wanted to finish this fast so he leaped on to the Dunmer as he rised and setting the edge of his sword only inches from the Dunmer that locked the sword with his katana and left hand. Meczoth pressed on as the sharp edge of the magical sword touched the Dunmer’s throat. The Dunmer’s eyes panic and was out of hope and soon the lock faded and Meczoth slashed on sending the edge long into his throat and cutting his neck. The Dunmer fell to the ground and Meczoth grabbed a healing potion from both the dead Dunmer’s as he ran up to the shrine gate. He drunk both of them and threw them into the swamp and opened the unlocked shrine door and ventured into the darkness.

[minque]

yes!! an update..w00t....very good Fuzzy.....great storyline and well written as usual.. :goodjob:

S.G.M

[Wolfie]

[quote=minque]Fully understand! so I wish you luck with all exams...my daughters also have theirs pretty soon... [/quote]
Hehe i get no exams this year
Transition Year rules

[jonajosa]

I see you now have a "Dumb Dog" in your rank area now Fuzzy.

Keep it up. Sorry i didn't post earlier. I got caught up in some stuff... But keep it up... again... :goodjob:

[Fuzzy Knight]

Well the exams are over, only have a test and presentation tomorrow on school and maybe some brainstorming with myself and then I can start writing again... :lickinglips:

[Fuzzy Knight]

Meczoth walked along side the wall heading done the stairs in the shrine, his left hand gliding against the wall as he held the sword out. It went one way straight ahead, and one one each flank. Meczoth scanned the flanks before running over to the long corridor straight ahead. Inside he could see a huge statue that was surrounded by pillars, he could see what he thought was Jecross. Tied to the leg of the statue. Surrounding him was six Redoran Agent’s including the old Dunmer.

Meczoth sat down in the shadows, only looking at the situation as the tortured Jecross, slowly stabbing him in the leg until he spoke out. What could he do, Meczoth was wounded and did not have a chance in Oblivion to kill the Redoran Agent’s and save Jecross, at least not get out of the Island alive. All kinds of feelings flooded through Meczoth, would he either escape now without any big trouble or with Jecross and taking the risk of both dying. Meczoth knew that he wouldn’t let Jecross stay; he wasn’t that kind of person even if he would leave he wouldn’t get out of the shrine door. Meczoth closed his eyes so hard he was about to bleed then he suddently stepped out into the light of the torches around.

“Its enough, just tell me what you want and let us leave from this Island” Meczoth said as he held his weapon low and seemed quite calm as he was out of hope for any escape.

“Haha! I didn’t expect this…” one of the Redoran Agent’s laughed out as he got ready and the others started to walk against Meczoth surrounding him, they didn’t take any chances.

“I hope you are very sure that you’re breaking the rules of your house now, giving up and telling us what we want to know. How do you even know we are going to spare you?” The old Dunmer said, trying to taunt Meczoth.

“Well I see I’ve done a mistake, trying to agree with a Redoran, waiting for you to promise me that we could go unharmed from this Island. I am pretty naive” Meczoth said, he tried to stay calm as he just figured out how stupid he really had been. He had a bow, and a sword if Jecross was able to fight they might have a chance to kill them and then get enough time to explore more of the Island.

They couldn’t be far from Vivec Meczoth thought as he needed to act fast.

“What can you tell us that your friend hasn’t already done?” The old Dunmer said giving a look back at Jecross.

“He hasn’t told you scum’s anything, you’re a terrible lier” Meczoth said, it was a clear bluff. Meczoth didn’t know Jecross well. And had no idea if he had followed the rules and kept his mouth shut, he looked at Jecross all that pain most have led to something.

“He has told us enough so there’s no use for any of you now” The old Dunmer said, another time he looked back at Jecross his body hanging by the leg very heavily beaten and wounded.

“You’re lying…” Meczoth said, hoping for the best. But as his final word spoke out, the old Dunmer gave of a laugh before drawing his sword and swung it around cutting straight down at the defenseless Jecross cutting straight down by his left shoulder blade. Jecross was almost cut in half and dangled there as the old Dunmer looked back reflecting his bloody sword in the fire from the torches.

“Kill him!” The old Dunmer cried out!

All charged in straight at Meczoth, two on his front right and left and three behind him. He fast tumbled to the left getting out of the ring before the first two came in with their sabers. They came shoulder to shoulder, first one blow hard against Meczoth face – He blocked it with his sword and pushed hard, making the Redoran Agent lose his balance before going in knocking the other in the face with his elbow before running past him cutting his legs. As he turned around getting ready for the others they were already up close, one blade came hurling down behind Meczoth who did an acrobatic parry before leaping back. Another two came in hard, stabbing in the air pushing Meczoth against the corner. He started parrying before leaping onto one of them, as he leaped his left side got clear and one of the Redoran’s went in low before piercing his long sword into Meczoth ribs. Meczoth was pinned to the wall as he didn’t even reach the other agent; he now rushed at him pushing him into the corner with his shield. One saber came down, hitting Meczoth sword. Meczoth was to wounded to keep on, he held some ground before losing his sword and falling on his knees leaning back against the wall.

One of the Redoran Agent’s grabbed him by the shoulder leaning over him getting ready to end it by piercing his blade into Meczoth chest.

“Enough!” The old Dunmer cried out right before the blade touched Meczoth throat. “We got him now, tie him up to the other leg” he said as he walked to the corner before he kicked Meczoth in the ribs making him spit up blood and fall to the ground. Meczoth was tied hard and carefully to the other leg by Jecross dead body. Then they started to leave the shrine, the old Dunmer walked up to Meczoth looking him into the eyes before smiling throwing down a steel dagger some two feet in front of Meczoth and then he started to walk up.

“Coward, fight me one on one!” Meczoth cried out in full anger and frustration as the old Dunmer walked up the stairs almost disappearing.

“Oh we will… We will, your gear is in the chest behind the statue. If I were you I would be leaving for Sadrith Mora as fast as I could as you come free” the old Dunmer said before Meczoth heard the shrine door opening and getting closed.

“Oh no” Meczoth said as he looked down at the ground, as the wind from the shrine door blew out the torches and shadows covered the whole place.

End of Chapter 2

[minque]

Nice Fuzzy! really good you know, ehhhh ......more please! :goodjob: :goodjob: :goodjob:

[jonajosa]

Cliffie!!! Thats not cool.

A very nice storyt that i am glad to see still being updated. :goodjob:

[Fuzzy Knight]

Hehe well I'm glad I managed to update it too.. :embarrassed: Only have around one week or so with normal school days, then we have projects, and much more so I think I maybe will have more time for the story now

[minque]

We are looking forward to that.... :goodjob:

[Fuzzy Knight]

Chapter III

Meczoth had lost all hope as he leaned forward looking into the dark. The images of slaughter appeared in front of him in the darkness of the Shrine. Meczoth could see his loved nonce’s getting killed by the Redoran in Sadrith Mora. He closed his eyes; his anger grew as he thought of what might be going on in Sadrith Mora. He closed his eyes so hard blood started running down his face. He cried out as he leaned forward with all his strength, his arms stretching opening his wounds making the blood flow out as he did all in his power to come out. The rope thinthend around his wrist as the statue started moving. He could almost reach the dagger, but he couldn’t come longer. The pain was too great; the blood running from his eyes got mixed the tears as he almost gave up. Once again Meczoth cried out before leaning out, the pain on his arm was taking over. But he didn’t stop, suddently the joint at the shoulder let go making him lean left and managed to grab the dagger. He cut himself loose falling straight on the ground, he cried out in pain as the arm was dangling down. He sat up on his knees; he looked away as he smacked his hand on the arm pushing it back into place as he cried out almost making the darkness shatter. He reached for the chest behind the statue blinded finding his gear.

Meczoth started running straight ahead, tripping over the harsh stone floor in the shrine as he reached the stairs. Slowly touching the stairs as he moved up against the shrine door. He slowly opened the door, the bright light blinding him for a moment but as it came back he could see it was in the middle of the day.

“Let it be someone or something here that can bring me back” Meczoth said to himself, looking out for what ever that could gain him with hope of reaching Sadrith Mora. He ran off, out from the ruins into the swamp looking around but nothing. He reached the shore; he didn’t know which way it was. North or south, west or east. Meczoth fell down on his knees.

“May Azura guide over me…” Meczoth whispered to himself before he leaped into the water and started swimming straight ahead. He started sinking almost once he hit the water, his muscles wouldn’t do much more, but his will did. He kept on swimming, the gear was heavy and dragging him down against the sea floor. He stopped, having almost no power keeping himself at the surface. But then, something in the horizon. ‘It’s… its Bal Fell’ he thought to himself, he knew those ruins well. Suddently he gained strength and swam on, Bal Fell growing as he neared the shore.

The blood from his wounds had already spread out in the warm water and Slaughterfish was already starting to circle around him as he neared the shore. Then he reached out, touching the shore at Bal Fell. He almost climbed his way in before turned around looking straight up into the sky. He’s breath was heavy and it felt like he had a cramp in every muscle. His power was totally drained.
Meczoth closed his eyes, he just layed there for a moment. Before rising up, he looked around and could see he was on the south side of Bal Fell. ‘Vivec most be to the west then’ he thought and turned west and started walking, he was still tired and wet. He took his little sack that he had and tried to find out what he had, he was unconcerned by food but he knew he needed to take the fastest way till Sadrith Mora and that was by teleporting from the Mages Guild in Vivec.

He soon neared Vivec, approaching Foreign Quarters. The sun was at its highest when he approached the bridge, the Ordinator on the other side looked weird on Meczoth, the typical outlander look Meczoth thought as he went past the Ordinator.

“Now what have you been too?” the Ordinator asked Meczoth has he had walked past him, Meczoth knew how the Ordinators could act sometimes. In these types of situations he would usually reach for his sword.

“Fighting beasts outside Bal Fell, and needed to take the fastest way to Vivec” Meczoth replied, “And that’s to get wet” he added, giving a last look on the Ordinator before going up against the top level.

As Meczoth went up he gave a look back down, he could see the Ordinator standing down there keeping a watch on Meczoth. But Meczoth wouldn’t expect to not get attention walking into Vivec in his almost totally destroyed armor, wet and bleeding. As he walked into the Mages Guild he was greeted a warm welcome by an Altmer, she even offered Meczoth healing. Meczoth, denied the offer thought and gave over some septims before taking a few healing potions in his pouch and ran down. He approached a mage that was offering to teleport him.

“Ah! Hello there!” another Altmer woman greeted Meczoth, “Oh… Would you like me to heal your wounds young Dunm-“ “No thanks, I need to get teleported to Wolverine Hall fast!” Meczoth said as the woman spoke already handed her several septims in her hand.

She didn’t have a second thought and new the Dunmer was in a hurry. She spoke out some strange, magical words almost flooding around Meczoth as her hands went in a circle from her knees and it came some strange light sparks and suddently it all went blurry. For a moment, it was all black and his vision started to come back. It was a little blurry at the start but soon he saw he was in an Imperial Fort, the nice stone work and banners. He was yet again greeted by a young woman standing next to him in a nicely made robe. Meczoth without even greeting back rushed out of the hall and into the stairway

[minque]

Awesome Fuzzy...plain awesome, very good descriptions detailled and vivid...

Please Sir, can I have some more?


:goodjob: :goodjob: :goodjob: :goodjob: some jonajosas as well

[Fuzzy Knight]

Well well... I think I need to continue writing, think it helped me get a 5/6 in grades in English this year both in writing and my speech

Pluss its vecation, I'll see what I can do tomorrow :goodjob:

[Konji]

Where you from Mr.Fuzz? America?

[Fuzzy Knight]

Norway...

[treydog]

Very exciting. You have a real talent for making your characters come to life. Glad I finally had a chance to catch up on this one.

[Mazuk]

Nice Fuzzy. I likes the detail. Keep it up.