The tale of Telina Delvanni, chapter 4., Mournhold, City of light City of magic. Options

[jack cloudy]

Ouch, painfull. Those masters didn't turn out to be so tough in the end, eh? Hmm, I personally have always doubted the whole 'illegal' story. I mean, why go for illegal strongholds? It is firmly in their territory. Oh well, history is written by the fireballs, not by the bits of paper. (that get burned by the fireballs )

[mplantinga]

Your recent installments have been quite intriguing. I've always preferred a more honorable battle, face-to-face and blade-to-blade with my opponent, but I guess what matters is that Telina came out on top.

[Tellie]

Next update will be tonight...I'm writing it as we (or I write)speak.

[Tellie]

-“Ah Telina, I take it you have killed Banden and Raynasa, sop now we need to discuss something…from here you have three choices”. “One, you can get a mouth, and challenge and kill Gothren, Two, get a mouth and be a master until your death, or Three gather votes from each and every master…which means a LOT of errands you must do…what would you like to try”? he gave me one of those odd glances, like he already knew the answer.

-“I’ll try to kill that swine”, I said with a great deal of satisfaction, “name me Magister, so that I can kill Gothren…and take his place”.

-“Very well, I’ll do so right away, and I’ll also warn Gothren that a Magister have arisen to challenge him…in the meantime you can get a mouth for yourself…oh and one more thing, due to an previous eye wound, Gothren have a weaker sight than others…attack him from a distance, and take good use of darkness, or sharp lighting”, then he turned graciously on the spot and disappeared.

So, a mouth for myself eh…well, that meant I would have to get to my stronghold first and get my silver staff of peace, for him, so I put my ring on and instantly stood outside my dear home. The first thing that struck me was that, something have changed here…wait, my shroom have gotten…BIGGER.
I walked inside, and noticed that my room was now not the tallest place in the house, there was a door there now, that had not been here last time, so I went in to investigate. There was a large room with a big round table with many chairs around, a few drawers and another bookshelf. I levitated to take a look at the upper rooms, which included another dining room, probably only for me and my closes allies and such, as well as a storage room…but the finest was the master bedroom. A large bed with soft pillows and blankets with sheets of the smoothest satang and silk. There was also a kind of an office room beside the bedroom, and I took the liberty of having the big oak throne I had “aquired” put in there.

It took me half of the afternoon to get my items relocated to my upstairs quarters, and when I was finished with that Rayna wished to speak to me.

-“Ah Wizard Delvanni, the Ebony mine have now been finished, so we have gotten the workers start to mine right away, there is also a Redguard named Lette, who wished to start a little blacksmith here, as well as a few more Dunmer mercenaries who have wishes to join your guards, and a few people who have wishes to be builders for you, and possible start a little farm”.

-.”Yes…to all wishes, you are allowed to do what you think is best for my manor…the only time you shall contact me first, is when there is an imperial or an orc who wishes work”. I showed her the sketch of the watchtower I had with me, and told her I wanted something like that same on all of the hilltops at my land. Together we made a little map of the area, and started to draw up lines for walls, as well where we would have barracks, granaries farms and watchtowers. After a little discussion we decided for the foundations that would be able to take most abuse, namely walls and towers of the imperial fashion, only I wanted the walls to be about double as high as the walls that you would find at imperial forts…say I had a bad feeling that’s it. After making sure she had everything covered, I translocated to Balmora, seeking out this renegade Telvanni.

-“Ah…fast Eddie is who you want miss”, a male redguard told me, and then he pointed at a house across the street. I thanked him, and walked over to the apartment, and knocked before entering.

The mer who was residing there, was apparently shocked to see someone in Telvanni robes there, so he jumped out of the chair, holding his chest…”oh dear, you gave me a fright…so you’re a Telvanni eh, sit down”. “I was a rising star you know…but since I’m an outlander, no one wants to have me as a mouth, and Neloth and Gothren killed the master who wished to be my patron, so I moved over here instead”.

-“OK, er…Fast Eddie, why do people call you that, since I guess your real name must be Edd, or Edward possibly…am I right”?

He looked at me before he smiled. “Indeed you are miss, hehe, Edward Theman is the name, but people call me fast eddie, since I do everything in a hurry, that was one of the reasons I made it so far so fast in house Telvanni, and I ran away quite fast as well, now that I think of it”.

I was seriously thinking if this was the right man for me, but if he was as good and fast as he said he was…he would have other uses for me as well. “Well, Edward Theman, my name is Telina Delvanni, probably known as the mercenary killer to Neloth but what the heck…I want you to be my mouth, and as a token I gift you this staff of peace…do you want the job”?

-“Hehe…s-sure thing boss, gee thanks, I have always wanted to move further in the house, hehe…if you want something boss let me know…as a matter of fact, I know where Neloth keeps a ring of equity, give me the key to Tel Naga, and I’ll fetch it for you…what do you say boss”?

Ok, he was already getting on my nerves. “First, if you move as fast as your tongue, you should get your but of that chair, and get yourself some presentable clothing, and second I’ll get the key as fast as possible…third never call me boss again, or you’ll have to train a bird to do your talking…have I made myself clear”, I asked him seriously.

He gulped…”Sure thing bo…sed Delvanni, I’ll get myself up to the council hall as quick as possible”, the he grabbed the staff from my hands, and shoved me out of his house.

And now for the difficult part, killing Gothren, I took a little trip by the mages guild in Ald Rhuun, and bought about every void-walk spell I could, and went out fuming, as the prices had risen even more due to….ah…”difficult economic circumstances”, one day the whole guild on Vvardenfell would pay dearly. After that, I translocated to Tel Arhun, to talk with good’ol pig Gothren and try to make him lose his life due to a sharp piece of metal.

I walked slowly through the streets of Tel Arhun. By every step I took, people fled away as fast as possible, clearly they all knew what was going to happen tonight, that only one would get out of that tower alive. The moment I stepped into the tower, people looked around to see who had come, and then they fled for their life…even the guards fled, and so I made it up to Gothrens chambers unharmed.

I had used the moment to change into the old Black Hand set, so then I slowly walked across the room, and there in the middle of it, I could see the little aisle that ran down to Gothren and his two Dremora guards. I raised my head, and looked him in the eyes from far away, and he got the message good enough…tonight you’ll die…I could see the sweat run from his face, and he launched a spell down towards me…but I had disappeared, and was now hiding beside the entrance to the aisle. Time for some lighting fun.

My long hours with Baladas had prepared my for this moment, my destiny, and the first I did was the lights to die out, only for flames to form up in the empty air, forming the words. Gothren, your time have come. He sreamed in frustration, and sent down his first Dremora, who due to a little telepathy, decided the best idea was to make mincemeat out of the other Dremora. That it managed, but sadly Gothren had used the moment to stab a dagger into the head of the Dremora, who was reduced to dust.

I walked towards Gothren again, and we both started to fire spells at each other. I deftly dodged the spells he sent, and good was that since the wall behind me had large burns and holes in them from his spells. The strange thing was that inside Gothrens throne chamber, everything was an inferno due to the spells I had sent, but he was just laughing, and sent forth more spells. How stupid could I get, he had been the Telvanni Arch-Magister for over a millennia, while I had only been a skilled mage for a little year or so. Now if this magical duel continued, I knew who the winner would be, and it would not be me.

So I took the most basic technique of all….CHARGE. I was holding my Ebony Broadsword in a vice grip, while charging headlong down the hall, evading Gothrens spells. I swung out, with a deadly swing slash that would beheaded an Ogryn(or so I think), but Gothren managed to duck under it. But before he had the chance to retaliate, I had swung the sword back towards him with a cruel backslash. This continued and continued, I was swinging and chopping in any manner I could, but he persisted with dodging every blow I struck out with, until the last one. That one he blocked and me was locked in a tough swordlock.

He smiled before he suddenly sent a spell right into my chest. I flew backwards, screaming as the lethal shards of lightning and fire bit into me. White blitzes and stars flashed before my eyes, and I could hardly breathe. And then I hit the wall, and my head felt like it had been cleaved in twain. I tried to get up, but collapsed again, I was striving my best to get up, but my entire body was aching, blood was dripping from my side, so I knew we were talking about broken ribs and cuts. I knew the damage done to me was terrible, I knew it by just looking at myself, smoke was rising from me, due to the lethal electric and fiery energies that had ravaged through my body.

I heard an evil cold laugh from Gothren, and the sound of steps towards me. I managed to get to my feet, and I looked blurrily at Gothren, there was an evil smile on his face, and he was charging up another killer spell. The I remembered Baladas words, take use or the darknes of high lighting I managed with high effort to launch fort a light spell, one that hit Gothren straight in the face, and the white flash gave me time to step up a stair, that led up to the balcony at the top of the tower.

I locked the entrance and sat down, panting. I managed with painful determination to gulp down two healing potions, and felt the painful sensation of flesh and bones healing. I heard loud knocks at the door, but now I was ready. I quickly took out a little piece of rope that I always carried with me, and tied it to the edge of the balcony, and then made myself invisible.

The trap door was blow up, and an angry looking Gothren got up, looking hurriedly around. He saw the rope, and walked over to it, leaning outside. Then I gripped his neck in an iron grip, putting a silence spell at him.

This is it Gothren, now you die, I whispered in his ear, and then I threw him outside. The look of horror on his face is one of the most satisfying things I have ever seen or experienced, it was as it took and eternity for him to fall, before he hit the first roof, and then the second, before he was at last impaled on one of the flagpoles standing around the area.

I smirked, and walked out again, and was almost at the docks, before five guards came to me, holding Gothrens massive Golden throne, with various gems and silver and brass inscribing on it. “You forgot this…Arch-Magister”, one of them said, putting the chair onto the ship.

He was right, I WAS the Arch-Magister…leader of all Telvanni here on Vvardenfell, the only superior I had now was the Grand-Magister at Port Telvanni, in the Telvanni Isles. That also meant I controlled almost a third of Vvardenfell, I controlled the fate of people around in MY cities, and I liked it…first on my paylist was the Mages at Wolwerine Hall…they would have a lot more taxes to pay due to…”difficult economic transactions”, I would call it…my my, now I would have fun.

[Lord Revan]

wow.... telina really is an ex-dark sister, sadistic at that.

[mplantinga]

Gothren in this fight reminds me a little of the Emperor in Star Wars: flings deadly lightning, but is undone by his overconfidence. Telina certainly used a very creative means of finishing the fight. The look of horror and defeat on his face must have been incredible. Now that Telina is in charge of the Telvanni, I do hope she learns to exercise a bit of restraint every now and then. After all, if you kill everyone who annoys you, soon there will be nobody left to control.

[Tellie]

Ok...so this is the last update to this chapter, it will only be a short one, and then I'll post the next one soon.


I walked into the council hall at Sadrith Mora, where I could see a big hole, where Gothrens mouth had been, sadly he was unemployed now. I looked around myself, smiling, this was MY council now. “Mouths, listen…there have been as you know a change of leadership here in the house, so now we have some new rules…first, the yearly taxes the mages guild, and the other imperial factions here at Wolverine hall, shall be doubled, and also try to arrest any mage who walks outside Wolverine hall, arrest them for not having he new hospitality papers that we shall introduce…time to show them just who their dealing with”.

I looked around myself, only to be met with ear breaking applause, clearly this was one of the things they had wanted to do for a long time….but never had the time to do while under Gothrens rule…but now I was the ruler, and I had the means to form a revolution to the house, under me the house would grow to be the biggest power on Vvardenfell (or so I hoped).

So now, I had some business down at Dramaru Hleran’s place…time for the last stage of my Stronghold. As I was about to leave, Baladas mouth came to me, and stopped me. Arch-Magister, your chambers upstairs have been made ready, your advisor is waiting for you, he seems to want to talk with you as soon as possible.

Hmm, chambers upstairs in the council hall, I had never heard of that before, but it was worth a try. I walked up the hallway that would take me to the higher levels of the council hall, and there was a big golden door, with the sign Arch-Magister’s Chambers, I opened the door, and walked up to the room in the end of the chambers, and there stood my oak throne, so I guess that the Golden throne that had belonged to Gothren was at my stronghold. And beside it stood a mer in fine robes, he smiled at me.

-“Ah welcome Arch-Magister, I’m your new advisor, would you like to hear the councils current focus”?

Here Ends Chapter Four. © Telendil Delvanni.

[Lord Revan]

I wonder who this 'new advisor' is...... only time, and Tellie. can tell

[mplantinga]

A great end to a great chapter. Curse you for leaving us in suspense; I promise to remove the curse as soon as I find out the identity of the new advisor

[Tellie]

Oh dear...then I'll look forward to the curse getting off me....it will be tonight. So IO hope you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I did...and not to worry, Telina will be back in Mournhold again.