The Tale Of Shakur The Red, 4 chapters lost on my old PC, argh! Options

[Fuzzy Knight]

YES.. Update at last! As I have said Red, its very well written..

[Red]

Yay! Shakur is popular again! Updates coming in about two days, because I'm tired and hungry .

[Red]

Ok, I admit it, I didn't update when planned. Instead, I started a new FF. Sorry about that gys, but without further explanation, a new chapter! Yay!


Chapter Four, Entering the wrong Bow

Shakur had his chores done early and made sure to get his sword and spell work done early. Shakur knew that his father was proud of his sword and spell skills and was always happy when Shakur got them done early. It was almost nightfall when Shakur started eating supper, he had missed the normal supper while he was practicing so his mother had left some fish and fruits for him. Shakur loved fish and so did his family, and occasionally, though not today, Reyad wold catch a tastey shark in his net.

Shakur finished his supper, and speedily walked out thefront door, food still in his mouth and throwing on a black cloak. "Going out!" he yelled, making sure not to spit out any food. He looked left, then right, then behind him before putting a katana into his sheith. The katana was long and heavy, though Shakur was tall and strong enough to weild it. "Make sure you get some sleep today eh Shakur!" his mother yelled from upstairs, she was practicing the Dunmeri alphabet for the coming trip. The door closed with a thud, the thick wood and steel mostly responsible for the noise. Shakur's mother noticed something, Shakur and Reyad were both out. "Oh, if Reyad is having Shakur come down down for a drink, I'll show him Oblivion lives here" she said jokingly, though she hoped very much that Reyad wasn't having Shakur drink. She understood why Reyad drank, it helped him fight, but Shakur wasn't getting in to many fights at sixteen years old. Well, she hoped Shakur wasn't getting in to many fights at sixteen years old.

Anyways, back to our hero. Shakur walked down the streets which had been lighted by torches. The darkness on this street wasn't very scary though, no muggers, no thieves and no one that would kidnap him and hold him for ransom. Guards frequented the streets, holding torches which further brightened the streets. Shakur turned left and then walked through the alley way that street led to. Two Khajiits where standing in the alley way. Actually, they frequently stood in the alley way. Shakur walked up to the two Khajiit, waving a hand. "Hello Shakur, fine day is it not?" Said Do'Jo, happily. Dar'Dro smiled and talked "Yes, it is a fine day. Thanks to you Ja'Do'Jo. You are among friends and close goods friends we are. Anything you want, we can handle". Shakur smiled, not suprised about how good a mood they were in. Shakur's father gave them a job years ago and had let them into his house when they were facing hard times. "I too believe its a good day. And am happy to see you two fine Suthay-raht are here" Shakur was proud that he knew of many of the Khajiit forms and many meanings of Khajiit words. "Ah, he is kind and smart" said Dar'Dro, still with a smile on his face. "And don't forget generous. This is the Redguard who got us jobs. He's the one who told his generous dad about the Khajiit fishermen that were living on the street and the one who convinced his dad to give us a shelter. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be where we are now. And we thank you a thousand times. But enough about us, why exactly are you here?" said Do'Jo. "My father has asked for me to meet with him, so thats what I'm doing, though not here ofcourse" Shakur said, rubbing the small amount of hair on his head. "Well, you must let us escort you. We had nothing better to do and we were just here to talk and view the beautiful moons. But escorting a local hero, now that is an honour" Dar'Dro said smiling and putting on his chainmail headwear. "Well, I don't know abot the hero part, but it would be great to have you two escort me. But we must make haste, for it is almost nightfall and father will not like it if I am late" and with that, the three started walking.

The group, after another minute, found their way to the Wrong Bow. They entered, and saw something suprising as they walked through the doorway. A Redguard was beating down some Bosmeri fellow, surrounded by spectators. Shakur walked toward a in orcish armor and asked "What is going on? Is that a bloodring or just a random fight?". The man in the Orcish armor looked over to Shakur, and said in a deep Orkish accent "Ice is beating the stupid out of some racist Bosmer. The Bosmer was picking fights with what he called "wood brained" Nords. Ice wouldn't let that happen, so he asked him to leave. The Bosmer called him a stupid sand eater, and threw some punches. What he didn't know is the guy he was picking a fight with wasn't drunk, occasionally works crowd control and is ten times stronger than most men" the Orc talked very highly of this Ice, he was obviously a local legend. Shakur checked the letter again to see who he wanted to ask about, but it was unnecissary. In the text of the ote showed the name Reyad the Iceman, and it was obnious where Shakur's dad was. He was working crowd control in this bar. Shakur and the two Khajiits who had escorted him in walked into the crowd with Shakur, pushing through the drunks.

[Kiln]

Very nice Red, I'm incredibly glad you've decided to update in new posts rather than editing your old one. It allows people to realise when you've updated.
For instance, I don't check a story with no new posts in it because I automatically assume there is no new content. Anyways nice update Red.

[Red]

Thank you. Also, a cookie and a cake goes out to anyone translate Do'Jo, Dar'Dro and Ja'Do'Jo.