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jack cloudy
post Jan 5 2007, 09:59 PM
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Alas, I couldn't wait for Agent to finish before I began my next story. Oh, curse me, all of you whose blood shall be spilled before this story comes to an end.

Ahem, I don't expect my loyal readers to complain though. Heh, I hope I managed to portray the first of my main characters nicely. And one last thing that might be interesting to know. This story takes place before the birth of Luper. So yes, that means at least 23 years before any of my other stories. Now, without further stalling I present:


Corrupted heart.

Chapter 1: Among the cold dirt, the fallen lie.

Consciousness flickered, remaining just out of reach. His senses delivered their messages to his clouded mind, broken fragments of a greater whole. The sound of heavy boots hammering cold rock, the smell of dust in his nose, the feeling of being carried in a boneshattering grip. A taste, plaguing the tip of his tongue. Blood, his blood.

The feeling of movement stopped. Words now echoed in his ears, words he did not comprehend.
,,This looks good enough. Open the door.” The shriek of rusted metal being moved ripped through the haze clouding his mind. Now consciousness returned fully and with it, a chance. For a moment, he continued to feign unconsciousness. Long enough to hear more words, words not meant for him.
,,You, don’t move unless you want even greater problems.” The hands holding him pushed him along. His tail brushed against iron bars. Now was the time.

With the frightening grace of a natural killer, his muscles sprang back to full readiness. He used the body of his captor to swing around, somersaulting into the air and landing on the unfortunate man’s back. With a quick swipe, claws ripped out the man’s throat and crushed his neck. Even before the man began to lose his signs of life, the killer had leapt away. The next guard found himself smashed against the iron bars of the cell. Claws leaving a trail of blood in the air where the last thing the man saw before his eyes were removed. He too died soon afterwards. The whole event had taken less than a second from start to finish.

Breathing heavily from both his exertion and the rough treatment he’d received earlier, the killer stared down at his latest victims. In a slow symbolic movement, he raised his claws and licked them clean of blood, savouring the taste. His ears began to pick up the sound of distant boots coming steadily closer. A standard patrol. His hand snatched the nearby torch from the wall and he slammed the piece of wood into a dusty pool of water. There was a large cloud of smoke and then, darkness.

Even though there was practically no light left, his eyes still saw as good as if he was standing outside on a clear day. He quickly scanned the nearby cells. The one which had been destined for him was already occupied by the short stature of a Bosmer. The one directly on the opposite side of the tunnel was occupied by a muscular Dunmer who looked around warily, not seeing a thing. The killer took a double take on the two beings. While the Dunmer displayed all the expected signs of fear, the Bosmer surprisingly acted as if she hadn’t noticed the massacre at all. She just looked at the ground in front of her bare feet with a blank stare.
,,Must have lost its mind so deep underground.” The Killer concluded. He knew from experience that many Bosmer were extremely claustrophobic and hated being in a room without any windows or underground. A natural result from living in the treetops of Valenwood.

The boots had now gotten close. Soon, the owner of these boots would see the darkness ahead and know that something was wrong. By then though, it would be too late. The Killer crouched at the edge of the darkness, confident in the natural camouflage he had. Now the guard ventured into view and the killer’s heart skipped a beat. This was no guard. The fingers of fear reached out for him, embracing him with their cold touch. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt since childhood. The darkness in the tunnel was vanquished by a bright burst of light. With that same burst, the light in his eyes faded and he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

An armoured boot stomped on the ground beside his head.
,,You’ve missed your chance. Enjoy the blood you’ve claimed. They were your last kill.” A gruff voice said as the killer was picked up and taken to his cell.


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jack cloudy
post Sep 22 2007, 11:15 AM
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The Nord receptionist was more than a little displeased at the group that walked in. With one hand she gestured at the bouncer while pointing at the door with the other.
,,We don’t have room for beggars. Clear out, now.” She spoke in a bored yet resolute tone. Marsh snickered inwardly as he stomped on the floor with a paw draped in bandages.
,,Beggars?! How dare you call me a beggar! I have you know that I am Ter-kinin the third, count of Havenridge! I’m telling you, the king will hear from this! Calling me a beggar, unbelievable!” He bellowed furiously. He then turned around and marched for the door.

As the Argonian was going straight for the door, the bouncer stopped in his tracks.
,,Oh, forgive me. I didn’t recognize you in the gloom. Alric, light some more candles.” The receptionist called out in a hurry, suddenly the epitome of friendliness. Marsh turned back slowly, still with the same furious expression.
,,Unfortunately, we are rather full at the moment. The bridal suite is still free, however.” The Nord offered, already holding out the key.

This was the moment that Rajn opened her mouth.
,,Bridal suite? Wah, you think I’m married to these freaks?! Me married to a…..lizard and a big bear like him? You pervert!” She squeeled. Aran gave her a quick glare.
,,Be quiet, maid. And stay off the moon sugar.” He hissed. The receptionist and Marsh pretended not to have heard the interruption.
,,We’ll have a few servants be sent up to prepare a hot bath for you and your servants. Dinner can be enjoyed in our restaurant at sunset.”

,,Hot bath? Why didn’t you say so right away? If my nose wasn’t frozen, I’d probably tip over from how these two smell.” Again Aran had to glare at the Bosmer.
,,Do we need to cut out your tongue before you cease interrupting the master?” He asked. Marsh sighed. Ignoring one interruption was protocol, ignoring a second was foolish.
,,Maid, take the key and prepare my bath. I will be over in a moment, after I filled out these forms.” He hadn’t yet finished speaking before the girl had snatched the key and stormed off.

When he came up later, Rajn was sitting on a bed large enough for an entire family. The Bridal suite was very luxurious, albeit not as over the top as the suite she had at Cyrodiil.
,,Now what was that all about? Maid, cutting out my tongue? I thought you were my bodyguard, Aran!” She snapped. The Dunmer shrugged and put his spear to lean against the wall.
,,I am. You were making a serious mistake by constantly interrupting. We’d decided to let Marsh do the persuading, remember?” He pointed out. Marsh however, gave her an amused grin.
,,I never knew you compared Aran to a bear. And you are the only female on the group, so it is best if you take on the role of maid.” He chuckled. By now, Merdrar had become visible again and he’d stalked off to a corner of the room. He had no intention whatsoever of joining the conversation.
,,And these three believe they can threaten Tharn? This bunch of clowns?”

,,But I don’t wanna be a maid.” Rajn whimpered.
,,I don’t clean, I’m not an exceptional cook and I don’t bow for anyone. And I definitely don’t tie someone’s shoe laces! Just strip Merdrar of his armour and put him in a dress if you want a maid that bad.” She added.
,,I will not wear a dress!” Merdrar roared. Rajn grinned.
,,But you would be so cute in one. Besides, why are you tagging along anyway?” The Dremora involuntarily stepped back. The one question he couldn’t answer had just been voiced.
,,I mean, you’re going way too far for just charity. And I don’t trust charity. Last time I relied on it, I got screwed over. And then that mask, creepy.”

Fortunately, he was saved by the entrance of a young Nord dressed in almost the exact same robe used by his collegues at the Imperial palace in Cyrodiil.
,,Master, your bath is ready.” He called with a bow, then stepped back out onto the hallway.
,,We had a servant in the bathroom all this time?” Aran mumbled.
,,Yeah, they’re really hard workers after you poke them with an arrow. Now clear aside, ladies first!” Rajn shouted, rushed into the bathroom and then slammed the door shut behind her. Two seconds later, there was a distinct click.

,,Just where did you pick up that one?” Merdrar sighed. Marsh tried to open the door to the bathroom, only to find out it was locked.
,,Hey! Stay out! I know I’m the only girl around here, but that’s no excuse for you to peek.” The Argonian turned around with an apologetic shrug.
,,Long story. But let’s just say that despite her antics, she does come in handy when there are locks to open…..or close apparently.”

The Dremora nodded and chose to stare out of the window. He deliberately avoided the question of why he was travelling along with them.
,,At least those two don’t seem to notice. Now how do I get it out of that one’s mind? Hmm, she seems like the easily distracted sort. Gifts, fancy clothes?” He wondered. Behind his back, Marsh and Aran whispered in a corner.
,,Let’s wait just a little bit longer. See if he betrays his intentions himself.”

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post Sep 22 2007, 05:23 PM
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