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[Zelda_Zealot]

Sorry for being gone so long, my internet desided it wanted to go on strike and piss me off. Unfortunetly I have not had time to work on this fic or anything else, I have a good reason though. One word, Wedding. My neighbors got married so thats a good two days accounted for, the rest is just lazyness.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Wow, I am really lazy... Well here is a new chapter for you all. Enjoy.

The Journey of Clangor

Chapter Four: Seyda Neen’s odd job man


Walking into the trade house I started to wonder just how much wealth there was to make on Vvardenfell. Not much I would bet, after seeing Seyda Neen, but it would have to be enough. Not having much money for spending I ignored everything in the first room, but instead walked up a set of stairs leading to a small bar.

Having a seat at the bar I asked the Redguard bartender about any “odd jobs” I might be able to do.

“I heard that Arrille needed someone to make a list of his inventory, he would pay very well too.” Phew, not cleaning.

“Really? I must have a chat with him soon, could you point him out to me?” So long as it’s not that one Wood Elf…

“He is the store owner, Altmer, down stairs and behind the desk, can’t miss him.” Well I already did once.

I walked down the stairs to this “Arrille” and talked to him about the small job he had to offer. Thankfully if was as simple as I thought it would be, come here tonight after all the customers left and write down how many of any given item he has for sale. Sounds easy right? Wrong, by the time I finished one bookcase full of junk Arrille came up to me with a basket of various herbs and such. Now as good as I am at Alchemy I hate going through all the different ingredients just to find the one away from the rest and right next to the lamp.

I barely got finished in time for the trade house to open, not even listening to the Altmer I tried to keep my eyes open while Arrille led me up to a free bed, telling me about the good job I did and how I could us one of the rentable beds free of charge. “Yeah right” I barely managed the think to my self, “He will just pay me less later on”.

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It was near six in the evening when I woke up the next day, after attempting to get my armor back (Quite unsuccessfully I might add) several times I gave up and walked down the stairs wearing only a pair of pants. Arrille caught up with me as I passed the counter and handed me a small and rather heavy bag which clinked when I grabbed it, making me think there was gold in it.

“For all of your troubles last night.” He whispered into my ear. I think “troubles” is a bit of an understatement.

“Thank you.” I replied with a short bow. Gods I hate bowing to an Altmer…

I quickly walked out the open door of the trade shop as though running was illegal and a crazy Nord was after me, I now know there was a crazy Nord after me, and his name is Hiskar.

I had barely gone twenty feet from the open doorway of the shop when I heard the sound of a rather large man running at top speed toward a certain Bosmer named Clangor. Needless to say I was twitchy and had my bow out and an arrow halfway notched before seeing the unarmed Nord before me.

“Hey! New guy!” Keep it down please! I am not much of a morning person.

“What did you just call me?” Well I know what the word means…

“Never mind that, I need to know if that Wood Elf got to you.” What are you talking about?

“Huh? What Wood Elf? What do you mean?” We are called Bosmer, get it right.

“The annoying one, Fargoth.” Oh him, go ahead and call him a Wood Elf.

“What about him?” Please say some horrible “accident” happened to him…

“Did he get all “buddy” “buddy” with you?” Please don’t remind me…

“He tried. Why?” Need a “accident” to happen?

“I need someone to find out where he keeps his “stash”.” You mean spying?

“Why exactly? Not in your “Yelling to someone across the island” voice please.

“He has not been paying his taxes, but that does not matter, can you do it?” Old Fargoth is a cheapskate huh?

“So long as you have the money to pay for it.” By money I mean actual gold, not “furs”.

The Nord proceeded to tell me every detail of his plan in his loud booming voice, giving me a headache by the time we were half way through. It was a simple plan, hide on top of the lighthouse around ten o’clock, watch Fargoth stash his money, jump down off the lighthouse (Hopefully without breaking something.), get the stuff in the stash, return the stash to Hiskar. Like I said, simple. To bad simple is not always better.



Well now I can start a new story tommarow in peace of mind knowing I have kept my promise.

This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Aug 28 2005, 05:31 AM

[Lucidarius]

Wonderful story. I smiled and laughed several times during your chapters. You have great talent for witty one-liners. Clangor is a quirky character that draws the reader in immediately. The quests he took, like the cleaning at Eldafire's house, was realistic for a low-level character. Please continue writing about him.

[treydog]

So happy to see this updated. I really enjoy Clangor's running commentary during conversations. Funny and intelligent writing. Most enjoyable.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Sorry about leaving this ff here, I kinda got into one of my little moods where I just don't feel like doing much, that and Far Cry Instints came out...

Anyway, I will start work on this again tonight. And if I get a chapter done tonight then I will edit this post (I think I have been pushing the double post limit since I got here...).