Damian The Liquor Drinker Options

[Count Valerius]

I changed my name, because my last one didn't sound so creative. i am the author of "Redemption of a Vampire", it's somewhere in here and a couple of you guys liked it. only problem was i didn't even come up with a whole plot, i just started writing and made it up after each chapter. finally i just ran out of ideas, didn't have any clue as to how to end the story, and got lazy. this is another story i cooked up because of my enthusiasm for TES, and spent some time on it. though again, i dont know what the plot will be, and might just be too lazy to finish it after a couple chapters. if you guys like it, i might just post more.



After spending five years in an Imperial prison, you would think I learned my lesson…

Either it was the planning and experience or my significant intoxication of sujamma that kept me calm. Which ever it was, I know things will go how I planned. As the lights of Pelagiad grew brighter I got my crossbow ready and put on the hood of my black cloak. It was a cold dark night, with the clouds blocking the moon. Helpful if we need to make a quick get away.

“So, what’s the story on this guy? Are we going to get some gold or what?”

“The trade shop is right there, the owner is Mebestian Ence. During business hours he has a guard that keeps watch inside the store. We wait for the guard to leave, then we enter the shop and rob the man senseless.”

That’s my best mate, Evander a very clever dark elf. He knew what he was doing, and since I was usually drunk, he had to make sure I knew what I was doing. I took another drink from my bottle of sujamma as we approached. Just outside the village now, we saw the guard say goodbye to Mebestian as he was walking out the door. The guard strolled back into the Imperial fort, and soon the lights of Mebestian’s trade shop went out.

“Damian, why can’t you ever be professional when we do this? That habit of yours is going to get us back in prison. Or worse, dead!”, Evander complained at me again, he always despised my drinking habit.

“Well it helps me stay relaxed, and this Dunmer liquor does the trick really well. It’s a lot better than that Mazte stuff I usually drink. Also the women seem to be a lot more pretty when you drink enough of this.”

Evander just gave a sigh and continued on. We walked up to the door of the trade shop and looked around for any onlookers. It was moonless night, and everybody seemed to be in bed. After making sure that it was clear, I reached for my lock pick and slid it in the lock of the door. A brief moment and I it cracked. Evander and I put on our masks and stepped inside very quietly and closed the door behind us. Slowly we walked upstairs and found Mebestian Ence lying in his bed. He was asleep, so I took the opportunity to lower my crossbow and walk up to him and give him a minor slash on his leg. The dagger I used was enchanted with the ability to temporarily paralyze, so Mebestian stood frozen in his bed but his eyes were now wide open. Before he could scream, Evander covered Mebestian’s mouth with one hand, and with the other hand he put the dagger to his throat.