OKay this is my first attempt at a fan fiction so be gentle

Prologue

I was not in a good mood. My luck really wasnt that bad, usually in a night I could at least pull off one successful excursion into a local shop for a meal. But tonight it was most unfortunate the owner of the nearest tavern had decided now was the day to install a set of bars to his window.

"Hmm must have caught on to the fact he was constantly robbed blind by yours truly through that opening every other week" I mused to myself, strolling through the damp, well-trodden cobblestone streets.

I recounted in my head the, now I thought about it, quite strange fact my favorite target,the local tavern, slowly receeding into the darkness of the failing moons, had finally had the the crumbling lower corner of its storeroom outback fixed too.

Ohwell another cold, hungry night I thought, sidling through the crack of a rundown shack I had claimed as my own. The now lit, small guttering light of the only candle in my room gently revealed an old inch thick matress on the floor beside a pile of crumbled clothing. There wasnt much room beacuase of the half caved-in wall but it was something of a sanctuary for me, safe from prying eyes and other hopeful thieves.

Lying back on my matress I slowly allowed sleep to come, uttering a small prayer to any god that helped poor thieves, blowing out the candle and closing my eyes.

~~~

Sunlight beamed in through the opening of my little haunt and brought me slowly to my senses.
Yawning lightly and getting up, I pulled on my cleanest set of clothes (pilfered from a commoners house, stupidly unlocked and unfortunately devoid of anything more useful) and hid my knife in the sole of my shoe.

As I emerged into the street, passed by folks of the less pleasant sort, I stopped to decide on what to do. Hunger was again gnawing at me and food seemed a great idea.

So decided, I padded off after the tavern, folks at the Green Tunic were hardly as watchful as they should have been and many the unguarded purse was easily accessible; upon slipping into the dank old building I carefully looked around, drunks and haughty nobles were easy, especially the latter as they considered themselves above the menial complication of being robbed and rarely expected it for some reason.

Peering through the gloom with the ease an altmers eyes provided, I spotted the ideal prey: an unshaven, glum looking merchant sitting next to a large tankard of sujamma.

Now, his drink was something of a kicker and by the looks of him he was rather entoxicated. I made my move.
Sneaking over and sitting beside him quitely, I casually eyed his plump black moneybag with something of astonishment, this man had quite a purse half hidden at the edge of his waist. Sidling closer still the drunken git barely noticed anyhing letalone my careful advance.
Reaching down as I stared ahead, I casually removed my boot-knife and easily cut the purse open at the seams filling my own leather satchel as the unlucky fellow downed a mouthful more of sujamma.

Getting up and moving too soon was my terrible mistake, the fellow noticed this movement and turned around, squinting suspiciously
"wsho rre yooh?" he said, slurring his words horribly,
"Why I am merely a fellow come for a drink." I replied cautiosly. He looked at my satchel of money and began something which I drowned out, thinking quickly,
"Might I night drunk, black as blue and filled with guars?"

He stopped, and tried to comprehend my words as I took off barely containing my mirth to the door of the tavern warranting some suspicious stares from other patrons, eyes on my back as I raced away.

Back in the street I sped around a few buildings and along a lane. I then found the place I was looking for, a ladder leading up to the top of an old closed apocathary, in amongst the damp squalid slums of the city.

Once safely hidden behind the chimney on the roof I caught my breath and let out the contents of my now bulging purse.
"Three hundered septims!" I burst out, unable to stop myself as the fat gold coins tumbled into my lap, laying there glittering serenely.

Oh now this was more like my customary luck! I almost cried with joy, there was enough for a hot meal, new clothes, even a few books to keep me interested during every other night plus spare!

Then came the clattering of the ladder I just climbed and the angry grunting noises as someone ran to the climb the ladder I had raced up previously. I decided now was not a good time to celebrate and jumped up, leaping and racing over the rooftops.

Glancing back I saw something truly frightening. A fast Khajitti bounding after me, dagger drawn and staring hungrily at my purse which was jumping around at my thighs and jangling loudly.

Apparently someone had heard my foolish exclamation.

~~~

Thats it for now, please comment as id love to know what you think of the start of my story.

cheers, elidor.

Oh, this is definatly off for a good start, I have missed your comments on my own story, but it's not that big a deal.

I'm going to continue wathcing this, and also reply on it.

Nice to have a new writer here on the forum.

One tip though, start on a new line when making sentences, and it will be more easyer to follow this story.


So may I have some more Elidor.

There, I fixed it properly.
Thanks for the comment, I havent had a chance to see some of the other fictions so i'll start now.

You may want to consider putting that part at the top in italics or something, as it took me a second to realise where the story actually started

lol sorry about that

'Not good, really not good!' I screamed inside my head, this khajiiti was more than likely a hundred times faster than I.
But perhaps there was hope, I being a rather average Altmer had something his furry fingers would never feel the true power of ... magic! Even though I couldn’t really do much more than turn myself invisible and paralyse, it could still work to my advantage.

Thinking quickly, I dove off to the left of a particularly large chimney and at once cast a minor invisibility charm. The khajiit, slowed to a halt a few steps before me and did something I didn’t count on... He sniffed for my scent!
That meant no time, so lunging out I grasped his ankle and thought fiercely the incantation of a paralysis hex.

The khajiit was skinny and looked undernourished, his matted fur was thick with grime. Quickly I riffled through his belongings and found much to my pleasure a sharp short sword and two shining gold septims .
Not trusting the beast to forget me, I clonked him hard over the head, watching the sickly green glow of the paralysis spell fade away and leave the limp khajiit unconscious.

Jogging back to the favoured little hole I called my own I decided now was the time for celebration.
My mat was old I though cheerfully but still useable, as for a new blanket? Great idea. And a proper few lanterns would be nice along with some decent food and more to store at home.
So, leaving the new weapon and half of my gold as a safety precaution, I left in search of some traders, a fiercely happy grin on my face.

~~~

The moment I set foot in the crowded marketplace sounds and colours and all manner of different things assailed my senses.
Roasted meat on tenterhooks, giving off a most seductive scent and glistening warmly in the midday sun, Jesters roamed around laughing madly and shopkeepers screamed their wares to the market at large.

Walking in amongst it was so amazing now that I had some coins to rub together! Opportunities opened to try and buy so many new and exotic things.
A good two hours later I sat contentedly watching people pass me by and imagining what fine things I could buy with my money, taking swigs of the smooth, scented wine bought earlier.

Sun blared down and the burble of talk was so soothing and the wine so very soft that in no time I was completely asleep, conveniently hidden from almost all the publics view by the trash bins around me.
"Get up you mangy mongrel!" The guard shouted, kicking me in the ribs and sending me in a half roll away from my sleeping spot.
"Its illegal to sleep on the streets and you’re going to pay for it now!" He said half dragging me down the street.
I being half knocked out by intoxication could barely walk let alone explain myself.

The next day I found my self with a head bursting with pain and nothing more than the clothes on my back.
Head reeling, I leant against the bar and hollered a little more loudly than I wanted to.
"Where the bloody hell am I??" I screamed again. Slowly in the gloom two black robed imperials stomped up to the door, and I could hear the jangle of keys.

"Wait! What do you want? I haven’t done anything! What are you doing??" I yelled in quick concession as they grabbed me, the one on the left mumbled something harsh and quick and before I knew it I was in total darkness, completely asleep.

Ohhh, good Elidor, you're improving, poor Ellesar, finally got some money, and then he get arrested for sleeping on the streets.

Overall a good update, so I'd say go for it. You're writing is good, and you manage to push exitement into it, and stops at the right moments ( as for now, we want to find out what will happen to him ).

Please give us some more preciouss.

An interesting new story. It sounds like our protagonist has had a run of bad luck. But perhaps his luck is about to change? I am looking forward to finding out.

This one will be relatively short as its the end of the prologue, please comment on what you percieved from my intro to the story.

~~~

"Wake up already!"
I groaned, sitting up groggily
"You were dreaming, come on, up!"

Imediately my eyes flew around the room, rapidly taking in the scene and the scarred Dunmer. Walls curved away from me and all around were baskets and crates stacked up high, a lantern sat on top of a precariously lilting pile. It shed light around the ark interior lighting up a kindly but frightening face.

"Im Juib" The Dunmer offered as he helped me up. "Who are you?"
"E-Elessar" I managed as my surroundings groaned and swayed.

Must be the drugs I thought, thinking back to the freaky black-robed men abducting me from the jail.
"Well near as I can tell we're heading for Morrowind" He said sitting back on a lumpy sack.
"Heading? M-Morrowind? Wait, what???" I stuttered, glaring suspiciously at the possible prankster.
"Yes, the ship will dock very soon, in M o r r o w i n d" He replied, saying the last word slowly as if he were talking to a five-yearold. Suddenly the swaying world made sense.

"Wheres my money?" I thought painfully reminded of the happy day spent in the near past.
"You have nothing but the clothes on your back my friend" Said Juib noncomitally. Rage-inducing irony was made very apparent to my seesawing mood, just like my seesawing luck I thought.

"Quiet, here comes the guard"
Heavy boots came pounding up to the cabin and the now apparent Imperial pointed at me and said gruffly,
"Hurry up your stop is here."
I shrugged, anywhere was almost better than the unforgiving streets of Cyrodiil, and followed him up the unfamiliar galleon and uptop to find a friendly brown face smiling at me from underneath wild dreadlocks, quite out of place in his neat and tidy Imperial uniform of studded leather.

"Head on down to the deck and a guard will take you to the excise office." Came his rumbling voice.

Nodding to him and hitching on a smile to ease my dirty looking appearance, I strolled down to the next fellow who promptly adressed me.
"Ah this will be over soon" he said seeing my slightly wary smile, "Now where do you hail from?"
"Er, Summerset Isles actually thats the one one the far top-"
"Just need to know the province thanks, please follow me up to the office and the good man will give you you'r release papers."

Ah finally some good news, release papers were just what the doctor ordered I thought happily.
Upon entering the large but cozy building of stone and thatch I was immediately confronted by a blithe and slightly irate old Imperial with a quill jumping over papers clutched by his thick veined hands.

"Name and proffession?" He snapped without looking.
"Elessar Somerandiil" I replied quickly and gave a moments hesitation. Class?

What do I want to be thought of in this entirely new place? Perhaps it wasnt important at all, why what if...
"Cat-burglar" I said confidently and giving him a cheeky grin.
The Imperials eyebrows soared like hairy white caterpillars and he gave me a thoroughly intense glare. A moment passed and he still stared, I did not break my gaze, so quite suddenly and very uncharactaristically, the old man gave a thin chuckle and scribbled down the class.
"Whatever you want stranger."
Glad to see I had some charm at hand I watched him continue scribbling.
" I am informed you were born under a specific sign?" Came the voice now buried in the task of re-reading the previously written lines.
"Why yes, the Shadow actually." It impressed me greatly of the old mans knowledge, he must know someone very well connected because I couldnt recall telling many people of that particular detail.
"Very well, continue through to Sellus Gravius to have your papers signed and receve your release fee."
Release fee? Excellent I thought, sounds just fine to me.

Collecting my scroll I set a jaunty stroll into the next room to find a pleasant surprise. Expensive silverware and food sat on the table alongside a rusty dagger that looked newly sharpend.

Stuffing it all into a sack from the cellar beneath, I took it out into the small courtyard beyond the oaken doors.
Slipping it over the fence proved not to be difficult and if anyone thought a bag of home decor jumping over the Excise courtyard wall odd, there was no sign of it.

Searching the barrel next to the door yeilded even more goods to my delight! A plain almost clumsily made ring that glowed with inner illumination came up with a grey gem I had no idea the origins of.

Slipping both into my pockets and imagining what more good luck could come of this sudden and come to think about it incredibly strange turn of events, maybe a good idea would be to ask about it from this Sellum Gaves person, Gellus Sarvius or something or other.

The knight within proved very pompous and my meeting with him was short. But even more happily noted as upon leaving the front door with a bag of ninety golden coins and some reletively useless order with accompanying package ringing in my ears.

My forune really was looking up!

End of Prologue

ahh, good ellie, you are continuing fine.

So please dont stop now, may I have some more please.....

Hehe "ellie" i have a nickname and more will come with the new chapter, but I dont have time to wrie atm sorry.

yea yea, I think ellie was a cool name ( more female though, but I guess you dont care ).

All in all, you had no reason of being worried to post this storyhere, I think it was a great start to it,and I'm looking forward to seeing the next chapter.

Keep it up ya'hear.

Starting on my first chapter..

Chapter 1

The heavy sun was surprisingly hot for late afternoon I thought to myself as I walked through the dingy port town. "Bloody humid" I muttered wiping sweat away from my face and stopping to get my bearings.

The town I was in was a far cry from the Imperial City I was used to and the overwhelming smell of rotten, damp swamp gases did nothing to welcome me.

The sooner the better to get out of here I thought and the hand instinctively went to my belt. The purse was drooping now with around half my previous amount but still a tidy sum.

'Now first to get some food and a weapon, then its time to observe the security placed on some of these squalid little huts.'
"Excuse me my good woman" I called to an elderly Altmer like myself, hitching on a smile and waving her over.
"Yes, outlander, can I help you?" She replied and gave me a glance over.
"Most certainly, you see I seek some services around here."
"Arilles Tradehouse outlander, its the only place to go around here except the siltstrider up top."
"Stilp rider?" I asked, quite bemused.
"Not Stilp, Siltstrider and its basically the easiest way to travel between towns, its the gigantic creature to the north of the town. Darvame Hleren will be able to negotiate a price to about four of the closest towns."
"Thankyou very much for your help" I said turning to leave when she told me I was welcome.

Seemed like the best idea was to go to Arilles then get some gear and then a nice stroll would be fine to innocently check house protection, perhaps there were some easy pickings around the dingy place.

I picked my way through the old damp mossy buildings finally finding the trade house and entering expectantly.

Inside the store was fairly quiet but from an upper landing glass cups could be heard clinking around and a low burble of voices clearly told it was somewhere folks bought drinks.

Around the lower floor however were a table, some sacks and a shelf filled with things ranging from arrows to fine liquors to robes. An old Dunmeri woman quietly browsed while a hawkeyed Altmer in the corner of the store watched me.

"Can I help you High Elf?" Called the storekeeper, obviously Arille.
" Yes, may I simply browse your wares, in particular I am in need of some food and equipment." I replied as he hurried over.

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Two short hours later I was outside the tradehouse hefting a neat silver short sword and some nice solid chitin armour.
What Arrille didn’t know was his fancy stone chest on the counter was now empty of the fifty gold coins inside and he fine locket he had been wearing was nice and comfy in the folds of my shirt.

While I didn’t consider myself a pessimistic sort of person, the personalities around this town were giving me a particularly unlawful urge to do something bad. The Innkeeper Arrille was a snooty, self-serving jerk; the stupid little elf running around badgering everyone for some trinket and the aggravating stares from guards was enough to send a person mad.

Regardless it was time to hitch up the usual smile and go about geting more money to leave this bleak view of Vvardenfell. A large burly Nord who was calling after me cut my musings at that point short.
"High elf! You High elf!"
That was usually my cue to run but something about his roguish and hardy demeanour stopped me, would he really be after me for an dislikeable oaf like Arrille?
"Yes?" I called unable to keep a note of weariness from my voice.
"I was wondering if someone sneaky such as yourself could help me out"
Sneaky? Whos he callin sneaky?
"Excuse me?" I said, staring hard at him.
"Oho I saw that bit of fanciness with that lock pick! A right sneakthief you are, which is why you can help me. The elf Fargoth has been holding out on me with his er...protection money. Might you see if he’s hiding it somewhere? The Watchtower gives a great looksee over the town, and I’m willing to split the money with you should you find it."
Idiot, stupid great oaf! How could he be so stupid as to miss the biggest flaw in his 'plan'? Easy pickings!
"Why of course, Id love to help!" I said, the brute had sharp eyes to see me working that chest behind Arrilles back but still he wasn’t smart enough to see he could have held it against me for all the elf was hiding.
"I'll find you as soon as I catch the runt." I said again and dismissing the Nord with a wave.

As the Nord went back into the Trade house I made straight for the Tower, I was more than likely to catch this annoying fellow when it was dark, and light was receding quickly.

The lady inside paid me no heed as I walked past her and up the stairs, a well placed book and jug of alcohol pleased me only a little more than the beautiful sunset sight over the entire town of Seyda Neen.

A good hour into the book and on my last rounds of ale saw Fargoth emerge from some bushes snakily and creep along towards my position. He soon doubled back and began advancing on a muck pond behind Arrilles Tradehouse.

Fargoth bent down and fiddled with the stump roughly in the middle of the pool for roughly ten minutes before bending up and walking quite normally away. Lying down behind the large fire atop the tower was quite warm and I decided here better than anywhere to spend the night.


Thats it for now folks.

Woah how did I miss this one. I am sorry for not reading this sooner but this is quite well written. I was instantly drawn in by your writing style. Very articulative and quite descriptive but not over done and not dragged out. I will be patiently waiting to read more of this interesting piece.

Elidor is doing just fine. I am surprise that that Nord saw anything at all, though. I always thought he was a brainless drunk. Please update soon.

fear not for I am watching
-jail chamber (me)...and azura I guess....

I like what I have seen so far, Once I have a chance to read all the way through what you have written I will edit this to have some more detailed praise, but for now I have to go to class, I hope to see an update in the near future.

What Mr jchamber said!..About liking that is.....not the fearnot-thingy!

keep it up now!

A warm, soft breeze brought me back to consciousness and at a perfect time too.
Everything together below me was truly enchanting altogether.
The fine clear blue sky was framed by lush green trees loaded with mossy over hangings, the rocky boulders that dotted randomly about the countryside’s shared room with large clumps of bushes surrounding pools all over the place.

The little fishing village nestled along the edge of the sea and fitted in quite well. With a great yawn I walked the short set of steps into the lighthouse and deposited the book and empty bottle before leaving.

I made my way straight to the sump and waded into the dirty muck, 'this had better be worth it' I thought, wincing and wiping away a sludgy splash of mud off my face.

Wow, once again my luck returned in force. No less than three hundred septims and a nice pick. 'Probably stole it all' I mused, pocketing it and getting out. Time to have a little bath.

A fairly long way out of town and I found a nice spot between some boulders by the murky waters edge for a swim. Stripping to just my pants I allowed the dark water to enclose my golden shoulders.
After ten minutes in the cool water I decided I might finish up and go for some breakfast when I got the first bite.

"YYYEEEE-OOOWWW!" I fairly leaped and spluttered out of the water to discover a dirty greyish fish clinging by long thin teeth to my hip, leech style.
"Beast! Creature of Oblivion! Take that!!" I swung at it with my unused silver short sword and cleaved it in two.

Muttering and grumbling, I began to walk along the path to Seyda Neen when the smell hit me, quite obviously the scent of death. True to my first thought, a short search around yeilded the bloody body. I held my nose and riffled the belonging to get an idea who the person was.

A tax collector. And his collections on him too! 'My lucky day it truly is' I thought putting away another two hundred septims. Now five hundred drakes the richer in the space of a morning I decided life wasn’t really that bad at all. Again I set to the path, curving around and setting back a ways distance to the side.

"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh-" The horrible scream sounded somewhere overhead an ended quite abruptly some twenty paces from where I stood. Disgusting! The crushed and bloody body of a bosmer mage lay at my feet; this was beginning to get quite annoying, finding dead people all over the place and what-not.

A searching of the unfortunate yeilded a most curious result. Power fairly radiated from three scrolls at 'Tarhiel's' hip, and his diary revealed his name and of a somewhat uninteresting desire to prove some stuffy mages wrong over something.

It also explained the scrolls use too. Such a powerful piece of magic bound into the scrolls made it quite valuable, but dangerous and stupid. Its all well and fine to jump miles into the sky by like all earthbound things, you have to come down. Like a tomato actually I thought absently pulling a weakly shimmering blade from underneath him.

The weapon didn’t interest me much, it was bulky and enchanted weakly with some light electric spell. And this time I decided I would not go looking for another dead person and quickly made my way into Seyda Neen.

After pawning most of the items I didn’t need from the strange morning I had only just left Arrille's when a long bow from somewhere around my midriff stopped me dead. The annoying little elf Fargoth was holding a taut bow aimed directly at my face, and I didn’t doubt the fellow could use it being a wood elf and all.

"You’ve got my money and my ring! Give them back!" He fairly howled, nudging me with the bow as if to remind me i was facing an arrow to the face. Once again quick thinking saved me
"Ah but you will not need those my friend when you have his powerful artefact! It allows you to become more powerful than you could dream of!" I exclaimed pulling the last scroll of Tarhiels
"Take it" I said and the greedy elf dropped his bow paying no caution, happily grabbing it and evoking its power evidently before I could 'change my mind'.
"Now jump in the direction of the sea, to seal yourself in immortality!" I crowed and the stupid fellow complied.

Watching the soaring elf I chuckled and decided I might as well head for somewhere else. Seyda Neen now bored me.

haha, that is bound to be the best Fargoth exposing through all times, I simpli laughed so much that i banged my head into the screen.....OUCH....

please ellie, give us more, but next time, Iought to strap myselfto the chair, in case more extremely funny things crop up. you're GREAT.

Haha, I just caught up on this one, each bit is written well with few grammatical errors and is well organized. I really liked the dealings with Fargoth in the last update (though I don't know why so many people hate him he never seemed to bother me...), you're off to a good start so please continue.

Have to agree with Mr Oven here above.....he and Tellie said it all!

No, you killed him! *sob* Now there's no chance to torture him!
*wipes tears*

But that was hilarious. Just imagining how Fargoth jumps in excitement and grabs that scroll makes me laugh.

Kiln, I think it's some sort of tradition. He is the guy who is constantly shaken down by the populace. (The weekly let's-shake-down-Fargoth-ritual!) So it almost seems like he's asking for it. And he is a little guy, that usually helps when you need to get the courage to smack him in the face.

I think its mainly because hes the first woodelf you find and his annoying voice and shortness is the first you see and gives you an impression on the race. If you think about it, all the male woodelves sound like him but no-one goes around willy nilly killing them all.

This gigantic bug was absolutely the craziest thing I’d ever seen since coming to Morrowind! Huge long multi jointed legs attached to a monstrous carriage shaped body. Plus the caravanner pulling and tweaking its exposed nerves every no and again was quite nauseating.

Despite the sheer weirdness, it was quite enjoyable, hanging off the side watching the scenery of Morrowind glide past to a gentle loping rhythm.
"Are all the siltstriders like this?" I asked the caravaner who’s name I hadn’t caught.
"Mostly, but at the moment in this fine weather my strider is quite calm, so watch out for sand storms in the path to Aldruhn. It gets em might fine jumpy!"
"Thanks er for the warning." I replied mentally noting never to take a ride on one of these big fleas to Aldruhn. Even if there was only an off chance it might storm, the thought of being tossed around in a twenty foot high creature in the middle of a desert storm was in the slightest something I'd order for Fargoth.

After a comfortable journey some three hours long I was in my destination. Balmora. Walking down the steps into town an Argonian loped past me hissing something, but that was when the smells, sounds and sights truly penetrated my sleepy brain. It was a sharp contrast to Seyda Neen.

Spices burned in braziers along posts and houses, food and drink wafter out of windows and teased my shrivelled stomach, dogs yapped and played with laughing children while the ever ready chattering yelling of merchants yelling their wares or haggling with difficult customers.

It all enveloped me and gave me one clear strong point of opinion... a city full of marks! The houses below me spanning the far side of the central canal bubbling through town were shabby and ill collected. Not much there.

But above me to the north lay fine villas and they, were appealing in their polished grey-brown sandstone and gleaming green-glass windows... it showed wealth.

The wealthy side of town was perfect and I longed for a chance to poke around one of hose fine manors. I was seriously sidetracked from my favourite hobby in Seyda Neen but I didn’t want to allow that to happen in this fine town.

Walking through Balmora I found myself passing the mages guild and fighter’s guild, they didn’t appeal much, as I was neither. Now the thieves’ guild, there I could find some familiars, and so I asked the next person I saw, a sardonic female Nord strutting around the place daring people to not ignore her with her fur armour and huge axe slung about the waist.

"Excuse m-"
"Spit it out or hit the road!" She roared and stared expectantly at me. I tried again.
"Just wanting to know where I might find the thieves guild, they have something of mine." She just threw back her head and laughed.
"You wont get nuthin back bu' yer can try the South wall corner club, they usually hang out there." I barely got to thank her before she turned around and walked away.

"Crazy Nords." I muttered, albeit quietly.
Setting stride, I began walking to the slums as the only place a thieves guild would be in was a fairly inconspicuous, poor dirty place.
It was quite easy to mark by the drunken man being literally tossed out the door by a clean looking man. He stood out like a sore thumb.

Entering the place I casually walked past the stares of another waist-height bosmer and another female nord. The town must be filled with my least favourite assortment of people just to spite me I guess.

"Would tall pointy-chin fellow like to join Habasi's guild?" Came a practically purred acknowledgement from the khajiit by the stairs.
"Why as a matter of fact yes I would, don’t bother me with the rubbish about honor among thieves, I know it." I replied
"Good Habasi can tell you have skill, welcome to the guild Toad Elessar."

I didn’t bother asking how she knew my name, and I decided also that I didn’t really want to know.
"Any jobs for me Habasi?" I asked hoping for a cat burglars sort of job.
"Habasi's friend wants a diamond, Habasi hear Nalcarya of White Haven has diamonds." She tipped me a sly wink.
"Say no more my furry friend" I said, grinning. Perfect. And I could tell Habasi was warming to me when I gave her the moonsugar I pilfered from a passing old man on my walk here.

~~~

Two doors, which to pick? The top one was most likely the unguarded one so I went for it, climbing the stairs in the nighttimes chill.
A fairly simple lock mechanism, enough to keep out most but not me. After two minutes the door eased open and I slipped into the semi-darkness, I was in her bedroom atop the store, and light came from down stairs. Most likely Nalcarya putting away stock and cleaning up. It gave me time.

I checked the two chests under her shelf and found about ten septims, they were but an appetiser. For on the shelf above her bed was a small sone chest. A locked chest that screamed 'I have valuables'.

Probing the lock I found its mechanism was more than twice as strong as the doors. A minutes work and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Crap" I muttered sinking in next to the foot of the bed and the edge of the shelf in perfect darkness.

A roughly female figure I recognised came in and deposited a sack on her table and then walked back down the stairs. Voices cam from down there and I assumed she was farewelling her guard.

Slipping out from my hiding-place I checked the sack, and found scraps and pieces of used magical ingredients... worthless. I turned back to the chest and went at super speed to unlock it. Nalcarya would be coming back soon for bed.

Click the lock burst open and I scooped out to my delight, three huge diamonds.

Ohh yeah!

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A fairly short one today guys.

A nice and realistic burglar scene. (Hey, I don't have any real life experience with that, I swear! )
Is that old passing man who I think it is?

Anyway, please update soon.

maybe...

Nice update Elidor, I really liked this update because of the character's personality and the scene with the diamonds was realistically executed and exciting so do us a favor and keep it up.

I don't often play thieves, so it is amusing to see Morrowind as a place full of "marks." Elessar certainly takes great joy in robbing people blind; I hope that doesn't catch up with him too quickly. I'm sure he'll have a long and illustrious career in the guild.

Im really sorry i havent updated, but ive been consumed by RL and might be for a while yet. but still theres all those things out there for inspiration. I'll try to make the story twice as good when i get the chances.

Good one ellie, I really like it when Elessar get some prstigue,for a change. and about updating, you know I'll be waiting4updates

Loving it! And I hope Elessar keeps the other two diamonds as a pat on the back for a job well done. Speaking of which, congrats to you on a job well done!

Here we go folks another update.

Heart pounding as I lay there I knew I wouldn’t sleep for a while yet, despite the comfortable and warm bed at the south wall, prepared by Habasi herself.
Grinning, I thought of the overexcited kitty bounding around when I gave her the diamond and yelling "Habasi knows friend will not expect such a fine specimen, and Habasi will give you this very useful potion Habasi swears by!" In her furry Khajitti voice.

Speaking of the diamonds, the two great lumps lay securely at my waist belt along with the potion that however I had forgotten to leave somewhere else. Also I sat up and looked at the nice short sword that was strapped there alongside. I could have sworn I heard it clink...

The whistling of metal through the air reverberated with a deadly hum as another blade came flying toward me and sank deeply into my pillow, inches from my jugular. Bounding out of bed my would-be assassin was hardly visible due to his deep black armour.

A dark brotherhood never missed and this proved he wasn’t all too good so I took some heart. The fellow slunk in a circle around me waiting for a chance to get past the short sword at the ready in both my hands.

Then inspiration hit me and caused me to take one hand to the potion at my belt, freeing it deftly I chugged in lightning speed, dodging a lung from the black coated foe, who double took and I was forced to bring up my blade to meet his and in the instant this happed my form blinked out like a light.

Pulling my blade away, I stepped back and the assassin reeled, spinning around and scanning the apparently empty room.
"S'wit!"
"What was that?" I said softly, pulling free my sword from his heart and viciously swinging down a slash to his jugular, partly severing his neck.

Calming myself down I knelt by his figure and pulled away his mask. A Dunmer. Definitely dark brother hood, but who would want to kill me? And why would they send such an incompetent assassin? Retrieving his dagger, I was further in doubt of this Dunmer, a simple silver dagger??

As I knelt down the door opens softly and quietly, but not too silently for my elven ears. I deftly turned both short sword and dagger backwards and swung with a fury at whoever the opponent now was. But in a split second I found myself hanging on the wall, both blades stuck hard into the wall and a soft purr at by back where Habasi teased me with a short tanto.

"Elfsy wants to kill Habasi now? Habasi knows no why. Maybe he believes Habasi to be another assassin?" She giggled in purring way and sheathed the tanto and I pulled my blades from the wall, sheathing them wistfully.
"how did you do that?" I said looking her over.
"Habasi is quick on her toes, wet ear" She replied, looking over the dead assassin.
Remembering my new rank, I took no offence.

Next morning Cassius cleaned up and I took the armour, cleaned at best and shortly arrived at the Armourers shop, hauling it inside and addressing a Bosmer of all smithies.
"Could you fix this helm and cuirass, and also give me a price quote on the whole suit?" I didn’t wait for an answer before leaving, I was really hungry. At the Eight Plates I secured myself a plate of spiced hound meat and settled. The night was a tough one but I had come out again, a whole suit of fine armour and with more experience and two diamonds to boot.

A voice suddenly presented itself to me, belonging to another Altmer, female behind me.
"Would you buy me a drink my fine Mer, I have a secret one like you would enjoy knowing."
Turning around, I was nearly speechless. The Lady in front of me fairly glowed with a golden light, her perfect figure was a tad shorter than me and garbed in fine silk. I could barely take my eyes off her as I stuttered my approval.
"Thankyou" She replied, sitting next to me and waiting.

I finally pulled myself together and called the maid over for a nice bottle of Flin, I found myself hoping she'd be impressed. Inwardly I scowled, she had me wrapped around her already.
"You are very generous..."
"Elessar" I said a little too quickly.
"Elessar, yes and would you like to hear this news I have for one such as you?" She said.

"Of-of course, please go ahead!" I said again tripping on my words.

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Ick, quite short but its all I can fit in atm. Hope you likey.

Women, be carefull around them, Elessar! You should also be carefull around the men, but be especially carefull around this one. Make sure she doesn't put anything in your glass.

Umm, I think I got a bit carried away. Go on, please bring an update soon.

Excellent descriptions, along with an even pace as you build the character's personality. I enjoyed the Fargoth scene and the interaction with Habasi. You really breath life into the characters.

Yeah go ellie go go go. You continue to amaze us with your exellent writing, you really make Elessar acting like a real person. But yes be carefull around women, maby you dont know what my Telina have done to a couple of men...women are smart , so watch out.

very well written once again. I like how you describe things so vividly. Keep up the good work

It was good to see Elessar triumph over the assassin, then be so easily put in his place by Habasi. I'm looking forward to seeing if Elessar can get Habasi to teach him a few tricks.

Great update. Please, may we have some more?

lol its quite elating to recieve feedback from you all, ill have to keep a rein on my head and try to keep em coming! Thanks all of you

This update contains some spoilers on the mod "Silgrad Tower" and if you are planning to play this mod I suggest you read cautiously after the point the pirate ship "Maria Daria" is mentioned. Be warned.

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A cup and a half of flin was acting on my mind and reflexes as I listened to the entrancing woman in front of me. She was bantering a little, plainly obvious I was enthralled with her, and quite subtly testing my defences.

Thinking back I am not really sure how I knew that fact, how I knew she was sizing up my responses; speaking quickly, stammering words, shying away from subjects. I was inwardly aggravated at my weakness. History had a way of repeating itself like nothing else.

However skilful the way she probed and tested, somehow a voice told me in an echoing sort of way that she had an agenda and it probably included me.

Gradually we returned to the subject of her little secret and I decided to find if anything could point towards its nature. I asked quite innocently if it included adventure or some such thing, watching her recoil slightly and seem a little annoyed at losing ground. Point to Elessar.

"Why adventurous is a word I could use to describe this information I have." She said, an edge of teasing in her voice.
It seemed a little strange even to my slightly dulled senses that she would keep the secret that had initially started the conversation, not that my infatuated state of mind cared for a second.

My eyes were lingering more and more on her as she spoke and I noticed a few seconds after her this possible sign of weakness. Hundredth point to ... I suddenly realised I didn’t even know her name.

"It seems,” I said watching, gauging her reaction for clues." You haven’t even given me your name." Without flinching she replied.
"Arien ... Telemnar"
Such a beautiful name, that I came to realise seemed to fit to her. It was no fake.
"Please I have agonised long enough, tell me this secret!" I pleaded; the drink was making me bolder and more confident.

Once again she hesitated to think of the correct words.
"It is more like a proposition, something that can work to both our gain." Came the reply.
"I have found that there--" Cautiously she looked around then visibly decided on something that seemed to have some sort of effect on her. She became more open at once and began working on the side of my mind that was entwined about her.
"Let us get a room, there we can talk in private." She said slyly, glancing about again then grinning at me.

Together, we walked to the bar and I bought a room for the night. This announcement to the 'tender seemed to be very funny to two dark elves who laughed raucously and gave hugely exaggerated winks in our direction. I fidgeted but Arien simply gave a floaty laugh that tinkled like wind chimes, I was rapt with her and I knew there was no way I could refuse her anything. A dangerous position and one that gave me unpleasant thoughts of times gone by.

Down in the warm room, we continued the conversation sitting side by side on the single bed. This I also noted and wondered if she would stay the night here, it certainly was a narrow bed now I think about it.

"As I said I have found out some valuable information." She said. "The pirate ship, Maria Daria, will be making an appearance." She stopped short.
I vaguely remembered hearing of the infamous smuggling ship that transported people to the mainland.
"And?" I said trying to appear knowledgeable of the subject, once again I shamefully note, hoping to impress her.

"They are set to attack Gnaar-Mok, and with them we could go to the mainland!" She said gaining enthusiasm toward the end of the sentence. I paused and thought furiously about what she said; blurrily noting she had just subtly moved to within a mere inch of my side.

We? That was something I noticed first as well as the idea of going to the mainland, which also bothered me if I was correct in thinking the Maria Daria was the travel method. Not because of morals mind you.

"We?" That was the question I decided to ask first, it intrigued me.
"Yes, I can tell you are not one to shy away from the shadier line of the law" Another compliment I didn’t note. "And we can clearly help each other out! Imagine the wealth held by people in the mainland! I will not boast but I am quite skilled in what I need to be." I didn’t doubt that.

The thought had a truly profound effect on me, it made my inflate with something of excitement thinking of the thrill of a burglary and being able to share it with this quite able looking elf.

"I will not say at the moment, but I need some time to persuade myself." I decided not to lock myself into anything. Unerringly this seemed to be the cue she was looking for and she quite unsubtly indicated what she desired now, the notion pushed through the cloudy fog of drink and my mind roared approval.

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Tell me what you think, my storys going into a hopefully interesting twist. I wont give anything away now though.

Hey thanks ellie,glad you updated again, I shall do it later with my own...

You continue to write with a high quality and marvolous inspiration...thank you.

I like where this is going. You've done your best to make us feel like Elessar is thinking carefully about what he is getting himself into, but I think he may be underestimating this woman. If he decides to go with her, he had better be on his guard.

I warned you before. Stay on your guard and keep your blade within reach at all times. (But out of her reach. Getting killed with your own weapon is kind of emberassing)

Please keep writing.

So can we expect another update soon...I want more of one of my favourite stories...soplease update soon...

An interesting twist is revealed in the last update, though I wonder what the girl's motive is...I'm a bit suspicious. Maybe its nothing, either way update soon.

What Mr Oven said.......*waiting eagerly*