A Short Story By Kiln The Wanderer, First Fan Fiction...be gentle... Options

[Kiln]

"Where where you for so long York?" Kiln asked wondering why he hadn't come back to the prison

"I go off and kill an ash vampire, dozens of servants...and I come back to find you freed from the prison and off to kill a vampire...congratulations." York said grabbing his hand and shaking it

"This is hardly the time York." The woman said somewhat annoyed

"Just congratulating the man, he killed his first vampire...maybe Caius was right..." York said but quickly stopped

Caius? That name brought memories of the journal, York's father worked for Caius. Kiln had nearly stopped bleeding now, there were several questions he wanted to ask but one seemed more important than the others. Kiln looked up at the beautiful dunmer woman,

"We've yet to have a proper introduction, what's your name?" Kiln asked her

"Well, Kiln you may call me Rami." She told him

Kiln would've held out his hand had he been stronger. He tried to sit up but he was tired and couldn't hold up his weight. Rami ran upstairs and brought back a blanket from one of the beds upstairs, covering Kiln with it...keeping his body heat was essential to his survival.

"Let us get back to town, I have to see Dulnea." Kiln whispered

"We will go back when you are strong enough, and no sooner." Rami said demandingly
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Sorry this is so short, someone's asking me to get off the computer...and I dare not disobey.
Has anyone made York's connection yet?

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 8 2005, 05:10 AM

[Soulseeker3.0]

good job Kiln. and about York, is he the Neverine in your story?

[Kiln]

Maybe Seeker, just maybe.
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Kin fell asleep, and dreams came to him telling him to serve his master and come take his place among the others. Strange colors swirled around him and a man in a mask bade him to join him.

And just like that Kiln awoke sitting strait up,

"What in oblivion happened?" He asked York as he rubbed his eyes

"What do you mean?" York said with an arched eyebrow

Kiln sat up with his newfound strength looking around dazed and confused. A pain still remained in his stomach where he had been stabbed, he grabbed it with his hand and looked at it carefully.

"She took care of ye quite well eh?" York asked

"The wound still feels fresh." Kiln said still staring at the scar

"It's all in yer head boy." York said with a small grin

"Indeed." Kiln said looking around the room

"Sorry I couldn't meet you back at the prison, I had a bit of business to tend to." York said

"What sort of business?" Kiln asked

"Nothing too important friend." York said refusing to tell him

Kiln wondered why he was avoiding the subject but his mind strayed to the journal. He scooted and put his back to the wall. No sooner than he flipped to the last page York was right beside him carefully reading along.

"I managed to retrieve the small puzzle box and escape the ruin. After returning to town and giving him the box he gave me a piece of paper and told me to give it to Caius quickly, I'm not sure if it was urgent or if he just wanted me to leave so he could study his precious box."

York stared blankly into the journal carefully absorbing every ounce of information about his father, it was a strange feeling for Kiln sitting next to his son but he continued reading on,

"After returning the paper the spymaster told me I looked dull. Not sure what he meant by that but he told me to go out and have some fun. So I went to buy some armor, I'd needed it for some time now. Bought myself some of the nicest steel I could afford from that little elf and I was off to rent a room at the eight plates. Caius said I could stay with him but it was just too strange to share a bed."

York laughed and stood up,

"She should've been back by now." York said staring at the dark tunnel

"Where did she go?" Kiln asked

"She went upstairs to find some food, let's go have a look for her lad." York said

It surprised Kiln that he could stand, he was refreshed and ready. Kiln laughed and looked at York,

"How did you get rid of that Nord anyways?" Kiln asked

He could tell something was wrong by the look on York's face,

"What nord?" York asked

Both of them paused, looking at the tunnelway and ran for the house in a dead run.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 10 2005, 04:39 AM

[Neck' Thall]

Nice addition Kiln but please read mine too.

This post has been edited by Neck' Thall: Aug 10 2005, 04:47 AM

[Fuzzy Knight]

- as always!

[Kiln]

Don't worry if I haven't got around to posting my comments in the stories here, I'll get around to it...there are so many Fan Fictions here it just takes a while to read them all. I'll have a look at your story.

[Kell-Reevor]

Sorry to have fallen behind in reading your story Kiln. But I'm happy to say I'm caught up again.

You just update way too often for me to keep up

[Soulseeker3.0]

good job Kiln.

[Kiln]

Just so you know...chater 5 started on the 7th page on this site...so...here's the next chapter.
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Chapter 6

Kiln and York continued on through the tunnel, finally arriving at the door with the special lock. It was shut tight, Kiln fiddled with the key and turned it in the lock. The lock clicked but when Kiln pushed the door it was clear that someone had barricaded them inside.

"What the bloody 'ell is going on here?" York yelled losing his temper

"Just shut up and push." Kiln commanded while pushing the door

The door moved slowly revealing several dressers and a table holding it shut. The men hit hard with their shoulders opening the door a little bit further each time until finally it was open enough they could get through.

They could hear her screaming loudly outside the building they opened the door slowly.

"Quit fighting you stupid wench!" the nord said drawing back to hit her

York stepped outside, he was not a man to be trifled with.

"You want your woman? Come take her you big stupid brute." the nord said taunting York

York drew his blade and readied himself, Kiln stood and watched.

The nord stabbed for York's stomach but York brought his fist down upon his back, nocking him to the ground and bringing his blade into his back, killing him.

Kiln stood in amazement...it would have taken him half an hour to kill that nord. Yet York accomplished it in just a few minutes. York grabbed the blade of the sword and wiped the blood off on his glove.

He sheathed his blade and with clean hand, he helped Rami to her feet.

"We should probably get back to town...only take what you can swim with..." York said walking toward the entrance

Kiln happily headed back downstairs to collect his treasure. He looked around, there was so much to take. He loaded his pack with at least five hundred septims, maybe more, he didn't count.

"I still have to pay Dulnea for the times I rented the room..." Kiln said grabbing another handfull

York came back down,

"You almost ready?" he asked Kiln as he searched through the piles of gold around the room

"Almost...there must be enough to fill up ten great house treasuries here." Kiln said searching for anything interesting

York bent down and grabbed a handfull of gold,

"This should hold me..." he said

Kiln was ready to leave now, he took the exquisite dagger he'd left near the vampire's body as a tropy. In clear writing it said, "GREED".

After reading that it finally sunk in...it was a warning, not to take more than you need to get by. Kiln emptied the bag onto the ground,

"What are you doing Kiln?" York asked clearly confused

"Putting it back..." he replied

Kiln took only enough to pay off his debts, buy food, repair his armor, and buy a fresh set of clothes...just enough for what he needed but no more.

"I don't understand." York said

"Let's go back to the city...wait..."Kiln said grabbing another handfull of gold but putting it in his pocket, keeping it seperate from the rest

"You are probably the weirdest adventurer I've ever met...what is the last handfull for?" York asked

"This one is for the temple." Kiln said walking back up through the tunnels

He had never given to the temple before but somehow he wanted to today. Kiln and York walked side by side toward the entrance,

"So after we leave where are you headed?" York asked

"First to go check on Dulnea at the temple and then I'll be off to spend this money on things I've needed for a long time." Kiln told him

"I'll be in balmora for a few days...seeing a friend of mine..." York said

"Really...who?" Kiln asked

"Caius Casades, I've known him since I arrived on Morrowind." York said

Kiln stood for a moment...staring at the muddy wall, thinking hard as he often did.
Had York and his father Tiren both worked for Caius? Kiln would pay this Caius fellow a visit when the opportunity presented itself but for now he had to swim out of the cave.

[Neck' Thall]

Nice Kiln..Take some Jonjosas

[minque]

Nice Kiln! And you write in chapters also..well that´s a good thing.....keep it up it´s really good.... a jonajosa for you..or two

[Soulseeker3.0]

good job kiln and a nice thing with greed....

[Kiln]

Kiln shared the last water breathing potion with York and Rami. Kiln was the first into the water, York following closely and Rami in the back. They arrived at the door which stood wide open...nobody had closed it.

They all emerged from the water. Kiln felt like a fool, why had he always closed the door behind him? It was much easier leaving it open.

Together they walked towards Balmora. Rami and York laughed and joked but Kiln didn't pay much attention, he started to wonder if the guarskin pouch the journal was in had kept it dry so he pulled if from his pack and opened it.

The pages were dry and Kiln opened the journal, reading as he walked,

"I arrived at the Eight plates, the woman that runs it is unfriendly and rude at times to say the least."

Kiln stopped and thought for a moment...that didn't sound like the Dulnea he knew...he must have done something to make her mad, Kiln read on,

"She's hated me everysince I mistook her for an entertainer...she just can't let it go..."

Kiln laughed at the thought and heard York say something but he ignored it and started to close the journal before he tripped and landed face first in the mud.

York laughed and pulled him to his feet,

"I said watch for the mudhole Kiln...should've been listening." he laughed picking up the journal and handing it to him

They entered the town walls and stopped,

"This is where we split up friend. I'll be at Caius' place if you need me." York said walking off

Rami stood there next to Kiln looking at him.

"Where are you off to then?" Kiln asked her

"I have nowhere to go...I guess I will stay at the temple until I decide what to do." She said

"Why don't you come to the Eight plates with me...have a drink maybe?" Kiln asked waiting for her reply

"Alright, I'd like that." She replied

Kiln's plans for a new blade were ended, tonight he was spending a part of the money on booze. The two of them made their way to the Eight plates and had a few drinks before renting Kiln's favorite room for the night.

[Neck' Thall]

Oooooohhh....Kiln's first(?) time...

More cake

[Soulseeker3.0]

ooooooh

good job Kiln

[Kiln]

Kiln sat up the next day looking around the room. Rami was gone,

"This happens every time I get drunk." Kiln said thinking it all to be a dream

He sat up and rubbed his eyes and scooted his feet across the floor.

Then Rami entered the room with breakfast. Wonderful smells filled the room as he accepted the plate. He couldn't help but think he'd forgotten something. After a few moments he sat the plate down on the bed and jumped off, running upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Rami yelled after him

He had rented a bed from Dulnea and didn't even think about it. He stumbled up the stairs and grabbed Dulnea, hugging her tightly.

"It worked....it worked." Kiln laughed

"What?" she asked him

"I killed the vampire...it worked." Kiln said happily

"You killed him?" she asked

"Yes it was me...I couldn't let you be a vampire...nobody else lets me stay at their inn for free..." Kiln joked

"Calm down child...all is well." Dulnea smiled a quick smile and it faded as she went back to stocking the shelves

"I'm just glad to see you're alright." Kiln said now standing behind the bar

Rami walked upstairs and stood in front of the bar,

"I'll have a flin barkeep." she said with a smile

"Sorry we're out." Kiln said staring at her

The drunks turned around and started yelling,

"No more flin?" one asked

"How are we gonna survive off of this mere fifteen bottles?" another yelled

The yells blended together loudly, there were more men than usual here and they were becoming upset.

"I was just joking...calm down...we have plenty more." Kiln said hoping to calm them down

They all turned back,

"Anyways...have I told you all the story of when I went..." The older one started but was interrupted

"Yes grandfather...many times." He said drinking more flin

Kiln went back to his own business now, he was still tired. Rami looked at him,

"You sleep well?" she asked laughing

"Not a wink." Kiln said now polishing a bottle of flin with a piece of cloth

York walked in and interrupted their conversation, he looked quite serious. Something was wrong by the look of him. York always looked happy and friendly, even when he was fighting, but this was different.

"Kiln, I must speak to you...in private." York said quietly

"Rami, please stay here and keep an eye on my friend Dulnea?" He asked not really expecting an answer

"Keep yourself out of trouble now Kiln." Dulnea yelled at him

"Don't worry about me Dulnea. I'll return shortly." He said walking outside with York

He stood there for a moment,

"I am about to tell you something very important...and trust it will stay between us." York waited for him to reply

"Of course York, you can trust me." Kiln replied

"Alright Kiln, I work for the blades. I have been tasked with my father's job...he dissappeared, leaving his task unfinished so the spymaster found me and asked me to continue my father's work" York explained

Kiln stood there for a moment, York did not know of his father's fate. He hadn't told him yet. And what task did the journal speak of? Perhaps York would elaborate. He would question him later but commoners began to walk towards them so they stopped talking for the moment.

[Soulseeker3.0]

DUm DUM DUUUUUMMMM!!!!! good job Kiln, keep up the good work

[Kiln]

York hid his face as the priests walked by.

"What is going on York?" Kiln asked when the coast was clear

"The temple isn't too happy with me at the moment." York said peeking around the corner at the priests

"What have you done?" Kiln asked anxiously

"There is too much to explain...I need your help, meet me at the fort outside Balmora in two days. I'll explain there...bring your blade and armor." York said handing him the bread he'd been eating

Kiln stood there with the bread in his hand, he'd started to ask another question but York turned and pulled a hood over his head, leaving in the direction of the town wall.

After a few moments Kiln returned inside the Eight Plates and opened the sack filled with his belongings.

"How much did I owe you for all my past expenses Dulnea?" Kiln asked counting out his gold

"There's no need to worry about that Kiln...you know that." she said staring at him

"I'd like to take care of my debts...how does two hundred drakes sound?" He said still counting

"You know it's nowhere near that...what's wrong?" she said worried

"Nothing is wrong...consider the extra money future payment." Kiln said trying to cover up his worries

"Fine then...whatever you're up to...you'd better be careful." she stared at him

"Don't worry about me...I will be fine." Kiln said shoving the gold across the counter

Dulnea took it and stashed it carefully away in a chest nearby. Rami stood from the table and stood beside him. He turned, walking in the direction of the door.

"Where are you going?" Rami asked

"Just outside for a while...I need to think...that's all." Kiln said walking around the corner and leaving the pub

He stopped to think of the things that had happened recently. His life had gone from bad to worse lately and finally just when it started to get better than usual York showed up with in need of help.

How he would help him remained a mystery, the details were very vague. It seemed York was in over his head but what had happened?

Thoughts blended as he stood outside looking up at the sky. It was brighter than it had been in weeks, perhaps this thing York needed help with would end shortly after it started but Kiln had the distinct feeling that things were about to get alot harder.

He did not yet know of what was soon to come.
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That's it for now...I'll try to write more tomorrow or a few days after my surgery if I'm not able to continue tomorrow.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 16 2005, 07:26 AM

[treydog]

Finally caught up with this wonderful story. You continue to do a fine job of weaving the detail from the journal into the "present." The introduction of York as Tiren's son was a surprise.

The action and intrigue make for a wild ride.

[Kell-Reevor]

Great as usual, I'll continue my best efforts to keep up.