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[Zelda_Zealot]

As much as I hate double posting, I don't want to wait for someone else to post, so here it goes.

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We sat on our respective benches for a few good hours before Davela got back with her supplies in tow. During that time, Lithnilian simply read his book, casting the occasional light spell when it got dark. Eventually he put his book down and sat there relaxed and at ease, well, as much at ease as I assume he could get with me there. Nevertheless, he was content to sit there twiddling his thumbs, or what ever he preferred to do to ease the flow of time. I know this as the only thing to do was watch him, and hope he decided to overcome his apparent fear of strangers. Several times, I got up and started to move about, considering going off into the woods again to look around perhaps take another look at that weird stone, but I wanted to get into the Inn as soon as possible, and if I was out in the woods when Davela got back, I would not be able to do so. So I would pace around for a little bit, halting only when Lithnilian would turn around to look at me. Judging by the glare on his face, my constant pacing was irritating him, so, being the nice person I am, I sat back down.

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"Lithy! Larrius! Did I lock you two out?"

"Oh no! We simply decided to come out here, stare at the stars and maybe get to know each other better!"

"Oh you kidder Larrius! Here, let me open the door, and then we can have some dinner."

That was me talking if you could not tell; Lithy was still pretending I did not exist as much as possible.

"Could you give me a hand here Larrius? Just put them in the backroom, I need Lithy to help me light the fire, those damn matches never work," Davela told me and Lithnilian motioning to the cart she brought with her.

"Not a problem Davela, I can handle it," I responded in turn.

During dinner I sat off in the corner, alone, but not ignored. Davela was adamant about including me in the dinner table conversation, whether I wanted to or not, much to the dismay of Lithnilian. Looking up, I saw Lithnilian lean over the table to Davela and whisper something; something that I can surely assume was about me.

"Lithy! How can you say that? He has been nothing but friendly since he got here, and you still don't trust him!"

"Of course I do not trust him! I almost never trust anyone! And if you can not accept this, could you please just leave me alone?"

"Fine, go. Your rent is due tomorrow."

Peeking up from my meal I saw Lithnilian stand up forcibly, nearly upending the table in the process. Turning away with a huff, he stormed across the room, and up the stairs. Looking over at Davela I could clearly see she was upset.

"Does this happen often?" I asked her as politely as I could.

"No, not really. You are the first person he has gotten this upset over, before he would just avoid my customers, with you he almost seems to hate you. I just don't understand him sometimes…" she replied with a sigh. I watched her for a moment longer, which turned out to be a good thing, if I had went back to my meal I would have missed the look on her face as she looked up at the ceiling, and Lithnilians general direction.

It was then that I understood, why Lithnilian was so hostile towards me, why Davela was so upset with him, and why Davela allowed Lithnilian to stay here for what I have concluded must be longer then they let on. They were longing for each other. Each was interested in the other, while completely unaware of the others feelings. If it were not so painful for them, it would have almost been funny.

With a slight smirk on my lips, I finished my meal, with a plan already swirling around in my mind.

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After renting my bed for the night, I went up the stairs to sleep. I almost tripped getting my boots off, and did not bother with anything else. Not care much anymore, I threw myself down on the bed, and was asleep in moments.

The laughing, all of the laughing, they were mocking me. But for what? What was so funny about me? Then I saw it, they were looking at the records of my life. Of what has come and what will come. Everything I have ever done and will ever do was on the scroll. They scroll they were reading with their blind eyes, the scroll they were laughing at.

A shiver ran down my spine, the kind of shiver that only occurs when you know someone is behind you. The kind of shiver you dread, for you know it isn't your imagination.

Spinning around I saw him, waiting there, unarmed, but still far more dangerous then I could imagine. I saw him, and he saw me, we looked at each other. Right into each other's eyes, in our eyes we could see something… a fight, a fight to the death. Two combatants, locked in an eternal struggle, for if one defeated the other, it was only a temporary victory, and the defeated rose again. Stronger then before, faster, wiser, and more powerful.

It was a struggle told throughout the ages, constantly changing, changing with the times themselves. It was the struggle of good versus evil, no one was sure who was who; but people joined the struggle nevertheless, and gave their lives.

Bolting upright in a cold sweat, I knew this was not just a dream. This was something else altogether.

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Not as much as usual I know, but I am tired, and I need to sleep. If I get a chance tomorrow I will write some more. Urmm, time for bed.


This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Apr 5 2007, 06:41 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

This was a wonderful update of character development. It was an enjoyable read. Also, these dreams Larrius is having leaves me quite curious. It seems his life as the Nerevarine has left his mind troubled.

Continue when you can!

[minque]

Hah! Great interpretation of Larrius Varro...I like it very much...really! You are indeed a skilled writer you know!

[Zelda_Zealot]

Finally an update! Sorry for not posting anything sooner, I had a bit of a brain fart if you will (That is how my mom puts it, and I have never had to use a similer term myself, so excuse the rudeness of the term), and could not think of what to write. Now, however, I managed to get out a bit, so here it is.

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"I am sorry for being so rude to you these last few days." Two days had passed since I woke up on the bench out side the inn; I had helped-out around the inn for those days, doing whatever Davela needed me to do, to make some extra drakes, and to pay for my room. "I am normally not so cold to strangers, but there was something about you…"

"I understand, you saw how Davela treated me and felt threatened."

"I… I don't know what you are talking… about…"

Lithnilian and I were sitting at a table down in the dining area of the inn. He had walked up to me as I descended the stairs, and apologized as soon as we sat down. It was strange, up to this point, he was always rude to me, but now it was if something inside him clicked, and he was kind. I doubt however, that he had decided to apologize by himself; Davela probably had a hand in it.

"Are you always this stubborn Lithnilian? I know how you feel about Davela; it is painfully obvious you know."

"What? I… All right, I will not deny it anymore. You are right Larrius, I am smitten with Davela, but I just cannot do anything about it… Besides, it is not like she feels the same way about me or anything."

If I was not the nice person I am today, I might have toyed with the two of them, making them do ridiculous things to try to get the other ones attention. Alas, I was born a nice, caring individual, and would not do that to them.

"I guaranty you that you are wrong, she very much feels the same way you do. So do not worry so much, ease up, and make this day your own." It may have sounded a bit corny to you, but for Lithnilian it worked wonders. He immediately thanked me for the advice, and went off to woo Davela. Smiling to myself, I felt quite content at that point in time, and as such, I should have known that it would not last.

There was a knock at the door.

"We're open! Come on in!" Davela shouted in the general direction of the front door. Unfortunately for her, her aim was a bit off due to her being distracted by Lithnilian, and there was a another knock at the door.

"I said we are open! You are more then welcome to come inside!" Either our new guest was deaf, or Davela had a rather weak voice, as there was a third knock at the door.

"Larrius, could you please go see who that is?" Davela asked me. Nodding, though she was probably spending all of her attention on Lithnilian at this point, I stood up off the chair next to the table Lithnilian and I had our hushed conversation at, and walked over to the door.

A forth knock.

"Hold your damn horses, I am on my way!" I told the visitor on the other side of the door. The instant my hand was on the doorknob, the wooden door exploded inward.

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No, that is not all. I still have word open, so I will be damned if I don't type anything else. But first I need to get something to eat, plus the added suspence for all two (maybe three if I am lucky) readers before I post more is a nice touch.




This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Apr 10 2007, 10:58 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

Well I'm one of the two (or three) readers left in suspense. Oh no!

[Zelda_Zealot]

That had better not be sarcasm I detect there Mallet...

Anyway, as soon as I finish reading the Rashelle updates I missed, I will get to work on continuing my story.

[blockhead]

If I was not the nice person I am today, I might have toyed with the two of them, making them do ridiculous things to try to get the other ones attention. Alas, I was born a nice, caring individual, and would not do that to them.

I love that part.

This post has been edited by blockhead: Apr 10 2007, 11:38 PM

[Zelda_Zealot]

Here is some more that I promised you all.

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The bits and pieces of the door lay on the ground, sizzling with the surge of electricity that separated them. Just outside the doorway was the mage whom had cast the spell. I was on the floor, next to what remained of the door, sitting dumbfounded, back up against the wall. All this and more flew through my head and it was not until the fact that the mage was casting another spell that I came to senses.

Rolling to my left I tumbled down the short stairway, narrowly avoiding the second bolt of lightning the mage threw my way. I heard the clink-clank of armor on stone, and leapt to my feet. The armored man turned the short corner at the base of the stairs and shot me a glare as he pulled a large battle-axe off his back.

This could have been an easy fight if I had my sword with me, but, not knowing I would have heavily armed foes to deal with today, I had foolishly left if upstairs. So thus, I steeled myself for the battle to come.

It did not take long for the axe wielding man to attack, and when he did, he struck with the ferocity of an Orc. Of course, I later found out that he was an Orc, but that is not the point… On the other hand, maybe it is, I do not know, I was fighting him, not quizzing him on his the point of a sentence.

The axe hit the ground with a thud, a moment after I jumped back to avoid the blow. My eyes fleeted from object to object as I searched for a weapon of any kind, and I did not want to leave Davela and Lithnilian down here alone, as I did not know just whom they were after.

My eyes locked in on a knife left on the table from last night, thank the gods Davela felt sick last night and did not clean up properly. Deftly rolling to my right, and thus dodging another swing of the axe, I grabbed the blade of the table, and went to work.

While I normally prefer a long sword, there are many advantages to using a shorter weapon. For one, swinging a huge claymore in an enclosed space is rather hazardous to all but, and sometimes including, the wielder. In addition, a shorter blade has the double advantage of being faster and much more accurate to a skilled user.

So thus, I had a quite the advantage over the Orc. Nevertheless, he had the power, and he knew how to use it.

The Orc swung again, narrowly missing my neck, and gave me the cue to strike. Ducking underneath his outstretched arms, I quickly introduced my fist with his jaw, and slid the knife between his armor.

The Orc stood there for a moment, speechless, though for an Orc this is not saying much, before I struck again. Having no need for it anymore, I dropped the bloody knife, and spun on the ball of my foot, forcing the hell of the other foot into his chest. The attacker stumbled back, crashing into the bar I later found out Davela had made by hand, and thus, according to Lithnilian, was not as sturdy as I had thought.

Cautiously, I approached the dying Orc.

"Why did you attack me?" I asked him. However, my efforts to coerce him into talking were in vain, he died with out revealing a single thing. With a sigh, I searched his body, looking for anything that might answer my questions. A letter, a writ of execution, anything. Again, my efforts were in vain, he bore no letter, no writ, nothing.

My head hung in sorrow for a moment before I remembered that my job was not yet finished. Upon telling Davela and Lithnilian to stay put, I snuck quietly to the shattered door and peeked out. Nothing, the mage was gone. I searched the immediate area before I was satisfied he was not waiting in ambush. It was then that I noticed the letter on the ground.

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I will have some more up soon, first I need to actually write the letter. Oh, and one more thing. There is not much more I have planed for this chapter (But seeing the Davela Lithnilian relationship was a spur of the moment type thing, that might change), and I wanted to know. Should I continue posting in this topic, or should I make a new one?

EDIT: Here is the rest of the chapter, now, should I make a new topic, or continue posting in this one? I would like to know before I continue writing.

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Dearest Larrius,

You may wonder why I sent two assassins (If you can even call those clumsy fools assassins) to greet you to Cyrodiil. Before I tell you, you must first understand what it is that I do. I am in the business of eliminating the unworthy. You may believe that I mean to say I am an assassin. Moreover, while that assumption is correct in a sense, I do not kill for money, instead, I kill for justice.

You may now be wondering why then, I would be sending assassins to your current place of residence. That is something you must figure out on your own, you must find out why I would want you dead. Why would anyone want to kill Larrius Varro? The Nerevarine, the one who has slain two of the Tribunal, one who has defeated a Daedra lord even. Why would someone want you dead? Ponder that, and while you do, you might want to consider choosing a new place to live. Unless of course you want your new friends to be slaughtered during your fight with the next wave of assassins.

Doubtless, you have found this note on the ground, instead of on the body of one of my assassins. If you have, then kill the treacherous filth if you get a chance, he will not have the courage to come back and face me.

I will see you soon enough.

Signed:

The one they call, The Madman.




This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Apr 11 2007, 01:23 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

Hmmm... interesting turn of events. I've all ready somewhat met this "Madman" and the threat he poses is quite unique. You definitely have caught my interest.

As for starting a new thread, starting a new one at this moment does seem to fit, but of course you could always write more, say another "chapter" and then you'd reach another fitting end to a thread. Not even 2 complete pages I would say is a little stingey if ya ask me, though.

But, in the end it's up to you, so you do as you wish. Myself, I completely maxed out my pages before I started a new one