The Story Of Kiln The Wanderer, Chapter 7 and on... Options

[Soulseeker3.0]

wow nice Kiln!

[treydog]

Some good action sequences there. I like the fact that he is tested severely by 3 nix hounds- something most new players have experienced. More important, you do a fine job of showing that things are not easy- and you come up with creative and believable solutions.

[Kiln]

Thanks everyone.
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Kiln crawled further up onto the bank, turning over onto his back. Blood flowed freely from his wounds as he lied there on the wet shoreline, spitting out mud and water that had gotten in his mouth.

As he lay there, he wondered how such horrible things could happen on such a beautiful night. He turned over on his back and looked at the stars and the moons but averted his gaze to the sea. The moonlight shone brightly on the water, as Kiln stared at the water, a crab crawled up beside him.

He stared at the creature as it looked at him. Kiln looked for his blade but realised that it was too far away for him to reach so he just continued looking at the crab. It came closer and let out a humming sound.

"Not now." He said pushing it away

As Kiln forced himself to stand, the pain fully hit him. His body ached and the cuts the hound had left upon him burned as the water dripped from his hair. His hair was no longer spiked but hung down in front of his eyes.

He wiped it away and staggered to his sword, picking it up from the ground and wiping the mud from it before sheathing it.

Slowly, he limped back to the small village, hoping nothing further would be attracted by his blood. After what seemed like forever, he finally found the village and entered the tradehouse where his friends had been waiting.

"Kiln! What happened to you?" Jinx yelled

This woke York and he sat up, he looked at Kiln, void of emotion as he usually was.

"What happened to ya boy?" York asked staring at Kiln

Kiln stood there for a few seconds before replying.

"Damn nix hounds..." Kiln said

The tradehouse owner sat up and looked at Kiln.

"What the hell are you doing boy? You're bleedin all over me rug!" the owner said as he stood and walked over to them, motioned at Kiln to get off the rug

Confused, Kiln stepped off the rug and watched as the angry man went outside to wash it.

Kiln lied down in the floor and Jinx knelt down, putting his hands over the wound and chanting softly. A few moments passed as Jinx tried to heal him.

"I can't do it. I'm just not good enough." Jinx said annoyed with himself as he sat back against the wall

"Don't worry about it Jinx. I'll be fine." Kiln said

"Jinx, you'd better go find anyone in this village that can do healing spells or has a few potions to help him along." York said

Jinx stood and left the building quickly, off to search for a healer.

Kiln pushed his pack away, not wanting to get blood on the journal. He desperately wanted to read from it but his condition would not allow him, so he sat there waiting for Jinx to return.
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Journal entry next time.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 27 2005, 11:49 PM

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

good.
"as he lie there" should be "as he lay there"

[Soulseeker3.0]

good job kiln.

[Kiln]

Fine then, I guess I'll put laid rather than lied because he's not lying to anyone...anyways thanks Megil.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Aug 27 2005, 11:48 PM

[minque]

Superb as always Kiln....You really put life into your charachters....I could see the tradehouse-owner grunt about poor Kiln bleeding on his rug...in my head....oh great job so my friend.....MOOOOREEE! please?

[Kiln]

Chapter 8
York stood in the open doorway, waiting for Jinx to return with a healer as Kiln lay there. The cloth patches were slowing the bloodloss but not enough to save him, he needed a healer, fast.

Kiln sat up slowly and pushed himself up against the wall, he was tired of resting and wanted to continue but York wouldn't have it. Kiln braced himself between a dresser and the wall and pushed himself to his feet.

"You sit down lad, you're going nowhere in that condition." York said

"I'm fine, let's continue to the camp, I can make it." Kiln told him

"No boy, you'll stay here until help arrives, I'll be sure of that." he replied

Jinx entered the doorway, sweat ran down his face.

"There's no use, I've been all over this place, there is no healer. Perhaps it would be best if we leave for the camp soon, there should be a healer there. Jinx said

"Alright there's no other choice, come Kiln." York said helping Kiln to his feet

Jinx came over and took his other arm, helping York to carry him. They took him to the dock and spoke with the shipmaster about travel to the camp.

"Bloody great, the damn shipmaster doesn't offer travel to that camp. We'll have to find some other way." York said looking around

Jinx spotted a small rowboat and pointed to it.

"Let's take that one." he said

"It's too small, Kiln would have to sit up the whole way." York replied

"I can do it, the sooner we arrive at the camp, the better." Kiln said confidenlty

York and Jinx helped him into the boat and started rowing. They were outside of the village now, safe from the boat's owner. Water splashed and rocked the boat side to side violently as the tide came in.

Kiln pulled the journal from his pack, removed the protective case, and began to read it again.

"I found the khajiit informant hiding in the sewers of one of the cantons but she refuses to speak with me because she's busy with an imperial agent of some sort. I asked her what I could do to help but she insists that there is nothing I can do to help her and I should come back at a later time. I wonder if there is some way I can help him on his way though, I'm not in a waiting mood."

Kiln turned the page to the next entry. York was clearly interested in the journal but he had to keep rowing.

"Kiln will you do something for me?" York asked as he pushed the oar

"What do you need?" Kiln asked

"Read the entries aloud to me." York requested

Kiln felt a bit strange reading the entries to him but he did.

"Alright York, I'll read them to you." He said

After a few moments Kiln cleared his throat and started to read from the next entry.

"I exited the sewers and found the agent upstairs. He asked me if I'd seen the khajiit woman who he claimed was a friend of his. Surprisingly I sounded very honest when I told him that she had left not too long ago for the mainland and told him that perhaps if he hurried then he could meet with his friend on the way there. He thanked me and left immediately to board a boat."

Kiln stopped for a moment to look at a wrecked ship nearby, they were moving quite slowly so he had time to see the boat in great detail. As they rounded the bend he lost sight of the boat and continued reading, nothing odd about a shipwreck, they happened frequently in this area.

He continued reading from the journal aloud.

"After I told the woman that I'd taken care of things she agreed to give me the papers. I thanked her and continued on my way in search of the next informants. Hopefully they are easier to find than the last ones."

Kiln stopped and returned the journal to it's pouch. After a few moments he decided to lay down while York and Jinx continued to row.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

alas, no complaints. at least none yet, I'll reread it later just to find something to stick in your side JK.

nice addition.

[Lucidarius]

Your story is good and the character and actions of Kiln are very realistic. The fight with the nix-hounds was really well-done.

[Soulseeker3.0]

very well done Kiln please keep it up.

[treydog]

More good additions; I particularly liked the way he stared up at the beauty of the night sky. Also, the act of simply pushing the crab away instead of slaughtering it.... Great work.

[Kiln]

As York and Jinx rowed the boat closer and closer to their destination, Kiln could feel the wind blowing violently as he awoke from his short sleep. Rain had begun to fall as he looked at the dark sky overhead, he could hear thunder roll in the distance as a quick flash of light washed over the land and quickly retreated into the darkness.

They were nearing the shore but the camp was nowhere in sight. Kiln wondered what was going on when York looked over his shoulder and noticed he'd awoke.

"We're pulling out of the water, we can't continue in this storm!" York yelled over the whistling wind.

The boat rocked violently as the wind blew. The boat slid slowly onto the muddy bank as York and Jinx jumped out, they pointed at the entrance of what appeared to be an ancestral tomb and then pulled Kiln out of the boat. They carried him to the entrance and sat him just inside as they returned to the boat to grab the supplies.

They rushed back with the few bags they'd brought along with them and sat them beside Kiln. York and Jinx ventured into the tomb and after a few moments of clashing and banging they returned and grabbed Kiln by the arms, carrying him deeper inside.

Kiln looked around, examining the place as they carried him. Shattered piles of bones and broken skeletons lined the floor around the tomb, York and Jinx were good at what they did, that was for sure.

He began to wonder once again why they'd brought him along in the first place, it was very clear that they could handle anything that was thrown at them. Nothing stood against them when they were working together and it seemed that he was actually causing problems for them.

Kiln's companions put him down on the floor and went about their business.

York folded out his bedroll and slept in the floor as Jinx stood at the doorway of the tomb, staring at the sky as the storm raged on. Kiln sat up against the wall, he'd slept for too long already.

What bothered him the most was that tombs were his favorite places to explore, if he wasn't injured then he'd be searching every inch of the place for secrets. Kiln loved robbing tombs, strange that he was a dark elf graverobber though, most dark elves found tombs to be sacred places.

Exploring the tombs didn't bother Kiln in the least though, he couldn't help himself when he saw a tomb, he always had to investigate. Being inside of a tomb and not being able to search through it annoyed him to say the least.

Knowing he couldn't do anything, he just sat there, staring at the dusty altar beside him and wishing he was strong enough to explore.
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I had to edit it because I had him exploring while he was extremely hurt, thanks Megil.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Sep 1 2005, 10:16 PM

[Kiln]

After some time of doing nothing, Kiln fell asleep. He saw strange colors swirl around him and he found himself in his parent's home. His mother and father were getting ready to go on another exploration of a dwemer ruin just inside the ghostfence.

"Don't go father." Kiln pleaded

"Oh come on now...you know we'll be back soon." His father said with a smile

"We should return within a week's time...there should be enough food in the baskets but with the way you eat...I've left some gold in the chest just in case." His mother told him

Kiln stood there, his teenage years had come, when most of the human and beast races were ready to begin life but Kiln still relied very much on his parents to support him, he was not ready to begin with his life.

"Mother...please don't go..." Kiln begged his mother

"Listen...everything will be fine Kiln...now run along and play with your friends." She said softly

"Please mother...something bad is going to happen, I can feel it." Kiln said

"Son, I don't know what you're worried about...things are always the same." His father said

"Not this time." Kiln said staring at the floor

"That's enough Kiln...now go on." His father said softly

Kiln knew something was wrong, but he did not know what. Something deep inside of him told him something horrible was going to happen but at the same time he knew that whatever was going to happen was bound by fate and not even a king could change how events would unfold for everything was already decided.

He left his home and played with his good friend Lenas from down the street for some time before returning and eating dinner with his parents.

Kiln's vision faded and when it returned he found himself kissing his mother goodbye and giving his father a stern handshake to wish them off. His parents left quickly towards ghostgate and Kiln watched as they faded out of sight.

His mind jumped from that moment to when he was in school. Lenas sat beside him and the teacher glared at them as they joked. An nicely dressed imperial entered the room and spoke with his teacher for a moment and then she called Kiln away from the others.

"Oh come one...we were just playing. It won't happen again." Kiln said

"No...this isn't about your behavior...your parents have returned to town...you can have the rest of the day off to spend time with them." She said

Kiln was overjoyed to hear that they had returned early though he wondered why, they had only been gone for a few days and why his teacher had been so nice to him. He ran towards the dirt path to his home to greet his parents.

"Alright the storms starting to let up, we'd better go now." a voice rang through his head

Kiln could feel himself being lifted by the arms and he opened his eyes.

"Come on mate, we gotta get you to that camp." Jinx said

"He's losing too much blood, we need to get there quickly." York said

They sat him down and pushed the boat to the water, quickly returning for Kiln. He was lifted into the small boat and he laid down, confused as to what was going on, he still hadn't fully woken up.

He realised after a few minutes that he'd been dreaming and the harsh reality of his parent's death was fresh upon his mind. Kiln lay there in the boat as it rocked gently with the waves. He thought of the way events had unfolded leading him where he was now, he knew his fate had already been decided and nothing he could do would change that.

Even so, Kiln wondered what would happen to him and what all of this was leading up to as he stared at the horizon from his back, the sun was just starting to rise.

[Fuzzy Knight]

Interesting...

Good writing as always, well written... Would always be nice if you could add some more of Kiln's feelings as he dreams of his mother and fathers death. But thats what I think, out of that its very good! Keep it up!

[Wurlon]

Heh I like it, especially since it's tied to the MQ and has actual places from the game

[Soulseeker3.0]

wow great stuff kiln. please keep up the good work.

[mplantinga]

Great story. Please, sir, can I have some more?

[Neck' Thall]

Nice writing man. I wonder what'll happen next.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

I do believe kiln has said the story was postponed indefinetly. so I don't think we wille ver find out.