AUTHOR NOTE: You have no idea how much I love writing Lissa's stories. it's been so long since I written about her in a literary form and my spark for writing her stories has for sure been reignited.
It's hard to believe that it's almost been SIX YEARS since I created Lissa, and she is and always has been my muse. She grew from a simple idea of a little Redguard with a big hammer, to what she is today; a globe trotting, time travelling, loudmouth.
I plan to write an update once a week. Preferably on Fridays (although this is early). All of your support has done me wonders, and I really hope this series goes on for a long time.
I'm enjoying writing Lissa in segments more than one long beginning-middle-end arc. So I hope you all enjoy!
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STORY ONE - LISSA
THE G.O.C and the Haunted House
Part One
When it comes to finding a new home it�s all about location, location, location� and for me the perfect location was my hometown, Anvil.
Now it wasn�t my intention to find a new home here, but when the opportunity arose, I couldn�t resist.
Jessie, Anyanka and I were in the Counts Arms which was, In my opinion, the finest Inn in Cyrodiil. We sat at a corner table, eating some lunch. The girls were chowing down on some boar ribs, whilst I was eating freshly made pumpkin and apple soup. It was superb.
�Did you hear about the old Benirus place?� I hear a patron, a Dunmer I knew as Arvena, mumble. �Apparently Velwyn is looking to sell.�
�He�ll never manage it.� The other converser, The inns owner, a Redguard called Wilbur, said. �Apparently it�s cursed-�
Before he could finish I piped in, shouting from across the room to the bar. �How much is he selling for?�
Arvena glared at me. �Excuse me, this is a PRIVATE conversation.�
�I know. I was eavesdropping.� I stated. �So how much?�
The Dunmer sighed, rolling her eyes, �Are you looking to buy?�
�No� I�m just a keen know it all who must know the price of every house for sale. It�s a useless hobby. But it�s more fun than knitting� I replied sarcastically.
�Five thousand septims.� Arvena said. She folded her arms, �You do know about it�s history, I assume?�
�That it�s �apparently� haunted by the ghosts of the Benirus ancestry? Yeah I know.� I said. I�d been inside the manor once when I was younger, on an expedition to uncover Rhano�s mother�s precious dagger. There was nothing in there but dust and the overwhelming stench of rat droppings.
�Lissa, why would you want to buy a house?� Anyanka asked me.
�Duh. Isn't it obvious?� I said, chuckling.
An awkward pause.
�No.� Anyanka said.
�Well we need a base of operations. If we are going to start up the G.O.C.�
The G.O.C, or Girls of Cyrodiil, was a new guild I was hoping to start up with Jessie and Anyanka. We would be, somewhat, private detectives. Solving mysteries and eradication problems all over Cyrodiil; for a price of course. With Anyanka's smarts, Jessie's intuition and my general awesomeness, I had a feeling the G.O.C would be a HUGE success.
�You were serious about the G.O.C idea?� Anyanka said, immediately killing my buzz.
I flared my nostrils in protest. �Well duh. Of course I was.�
I spot Anyanka roll her eyes.
�Heyheyheyhey don�t roll them eyes at me, Miss Lythandas. Tell me why the G.O.C isn�t a good idea?� I ask.
�Because we already have the fighters guild. They do missions like you�re thinking all over TAMRIEL. Who is going to want a couple of girls with little to no experience.�
�It�s no like you to sell yourself short like that, Anyanka.� I said.
�I�m not. I know my strengths, and my abilities, and I know THIS is not going to work.�
�Well then a big thumbs down for you.� I said, providing an action with the phrase. I turned to Jessie. �What do you think?�
Jessie smiled with an eager nod, �Of course! You know me. Always happy to do the right thing.�
I narrow my eyes at Anyanka smugly, �See� JESSIE is, what we call, a TEAM PLAYER.�
Anyanka folded her arms. �Jessie is easily manipulated.�
�Hey�� Jessie said, minorly insulted.
�Unfortunately I am speaking the truth. You would jump of a cliff if somebody asked you politely.�
"Well... you... are MEAN. So there."
"Ouch. If only your words were as sharp as your desire is to please." Anyanka responded.
Jessie remained silent. Although Anyanka�s point was a little extreme, she was right. Jessie
was always too eager to please.
�Cant you just think about it?� I say to Anyanka. �I mean, what�s the worst that could happen? We become rich? Famous? Save the WORLD?�
Before Anyanka could raise a thought another patron entered the bar. Wilbur greeted him instantly, �VELWYN! What can I get for you?�
Velwyn? NOWS MY CHANCE! I attempted to hastily get off my chair, but in all the excitement I ended up falling off and dragging the chair with me.
�Well that was graceful.� Rihanae said.
Why do you only every speak when I do something stupid?I quickly stood up, brushed myself off, and walked toward Velwyn. He was smiling at me.
�That was quite the recovery.� He says.
I bite my cheek and shrug, �Yeah, well, it�s not the worst place I�ve fallen.�
Velwyn laughed, �Cam I buy you a drink.�
�No.� I said. �But you can sell me your house?�
Velwyn spluttered his drink. �Excuse me?�
I flinched, then wiped some excess spit off my face. �Your manor. Can you sell it to me?�
He seemed almost relieved, the kind of relief someone would have when told they�d survived some fatal disease. �My house? Benirus manor?�
I got all cute. �Unless you've got another house you�re selling.�
�No I don�t, but��
�If moneys an abject, it isn�t. Just found out I got a 10,000 septim inheritance from my dad. I can have the cash quicker than I fell of that chair just now-�
�It�s YOURS! It�s yours. Let me just run up to my room and get the deed.� He said. Her then hugs me and let out a laugh of pure delight. �Thank you� THANK YOU!�
I pushed him off me. �You�re welcome.�
�I�ll be back.� He said.
�Then I�ll just run and get the money.� I replied.
As Velwyn ran up the stairs I headed back toward the girls.
�Phase one of G.O.C begins. The manor is ours?�
Jessie looked in the direction Velwyn had ran, �Is he okay? He seems a bit��
�Suspicious.� Anyanka interjected.
�I was going to say delightful.�
�He sold it to you THAT fast? With no hesitation or queries?� Anyanka said.
I shrug, �I dunno. Maybe he just really needed my money.� I then smiled. �All I know is once I get that deed the house is OURS. The we can start to build our business.�
�OUR business?� Anyanka said.
�Are you seriously not going to help us? What�s the worst that could happen even trying?� Jessie said.
Anyanka looked at her, then me, then back at Jessie before sighing. �Fine. But only if you can PROVE to me that this won�t be a waste of my time.�
I smiled with glee, �I promise. We will make this work. Now we�ve just gotta get our hands on that mansion. Then we put the plan into action!"
