Thank you, thank you. If anyone wanted an update, time to rejoice.
And after the boring trip to Gnisis came the boring trip to Ald’rhun. The weather was simply horrible, but I suppose that was normal here. Still, I hated ash storms. No doubt cleaners were very popular here, seeing as I left a big pile of ash in the hall upon entering. Edwinna didn’t are though, as her happiness was bordering on the insane upon seeing the tube.
,,This is an excellent specimen, thank you. I’ll take care of it. Now, Luper Alkad, I have another mission for you if you are interested.”
Another one, where do they get these? On the other hand, I should get out of here before the cleaner showed up.
,,Sure, if I can put my stuff in a chest till I come pick it up. What do you want me to do?” I asked.
,,I want you to check up on the exploration team I sent to the Nehuleftingh ruins. It is somewhat north from mount Kand. I suggest you travel to Suran and then head north-east into the Molag Amur region. They’re supposed to send me a report every month, but this month’s report is taking ages to arrive. Please find out what’s going on and bring that report back to me.”
I dropped my loot in the small room they’d given me to use. After that, I transported to Balmora where I had my equipment repaired at the local blacksmith. Some potions from Ajira and I was ready to go. I took a Siltstrider to Vivec and then continued on to Suran. From there, I entered the Molag Amur region.
This place was just the way I had always imagined Oblivion would be. Ash storms hit me every hour and there were plenty of Cliff racers which I slayed as well as a couple of Kagouti who I avoided. Finally, I made it to the familiar sight of Dwemer ruins and entered, grateful for the protection against the storm.
Though I was worried for a moment, it turned out there were no Centurions here. Not on the upper floor at least. I met with the leader of the expedition who explained things to me. Apparently, their guide had found an entrance to the lower levels. The leader mentioned something called passwall but I was already gone.
If the guide made it down below, he could be in danger. Finding him as soon as possible was the only thing I could do. I feared he would be death by now. I took quite some time to get here. I moved into a room filled with Dwemer machines. This was were the guide disappeared. There were several cranks. I pulled them.
,,Hey, what are you doing?! We haven’t researched them yet!” The expedition’s leader complained.
,,I’m going to find your guide. That’s what you should’ve done several days ago. Now shut up and let me clean up your mess.” I responded and walked through the door that had opened.
I found the guide soon enough. He was dead. Two Spider Centurions were at his side. I must say I’m quite impressed with how he defeated them using his dagger but the wound that killed him wasn’t caused by the spiders. It was caused by a sphere.
This time around, I knew the trick behind battling Centurions and I didn’t hesitate to use it. Every single piece of moving metal would receive a good bolt of ice. Only after ridding the ruins of every single Centurion, did I return to the guide.
He had the report with him, so I took it. Now that that was done, I figured I could satisfy my own curiosity. He was also carrying an ancient book. I couldn’t read it, but I clearly saw that it was written in two different languages. Maybe someone could use it to translate Dwemer runes?
I re-emerged on the upper levels a few hours later, carrying some more armour pieces, a Dwemer War Axe, the report and the strange book. The leader started complaining about my artefact theft, but I ignored that.
,,Look, you’ve simply allowed that man to die so don’t expect me or anyone else to listen to you. Besides, I am under direct orders from Edwinna, not yours. So feel free to try to stop me if you dare. And finally, get the hell out of my way before I kick you in the face.” I told him and pushed him aside. Once outside, I cast my recall spell and transported back to Edwinna.
Full Version: Oasis Chapter 2
So Luper is getting a bit snitty. Why does everyone writing stories about mages make them into bullies? Still, it is clear that Luper learned his lessons well, and the centurions didn't pose any problem for him this time. I wonder how Edwinna will respond to Luper's treatment of Senilius?
Thanks for another interesting update.
Thanks for another interesting update.
I must say, this story is great! At first, I thought of your character as an arrogant b@stard but now I think more highly of him. I liked how you developed the relationship with Caius, at first you were pretty hostile with one another but now they seem like friends. I am now officialy a fan of your works. Great job and I also wish you luck in continuing them. And thanks for posting so much in my own fan fiction. Cheers!
Cloudy and Griff both I root for you guys and will always support your works because you joined here just about the same time as me. I have been following the Oasis story from the very beginning and I love it. I always look forward to reading it and I love the attitude he gives. Takes no guff from no one! 
keep it up and keep showing those Centurions who's boss!
keep it up and keep showing those Centurions who's boss!
Thank you. Hey everyone, please update your stories soon. I have yet to see a story here that I don't like.
Ok, an update. I manipulated the plot a bit from what you get in game.
Edwinna was happy with the report and immediately suggested that I looked up on an expedition she sent to a ruin near Dagon Fel. Wow, she really was into this Dwemer thing. I told her I would leave in the morning and took a nap.
The man with the golden mask had come back to haunt me in my dreams.
,,There are many rooms in the house of the Master. Be easy, for from the hands of your enemies I have delivered you.” He said.
I could see myself lying on a table like a corpse. Fortunately, I awoke soon enough.
These dreams were beginning to take their toll on me. I needed two whole minutes to calm down.
But duty called and I forced myself to get up and ready. I would need a ship to reach Dagon Fel. I would take a breakfast consisting of some scrib jelly and Kwama cuttle once on board to save time. My best bet to find a ship was Vivec, so I had myself transported there.
,,Hi there, Luper Alkad! Just the person I need! I could use a favour!” Trebonius shouted across the hall mere seconds after I arrived. What was it this time? And could he lower his voice a bit, it was giving me a headache.
,,What’s the matter, Archmage?” I asked as I donned the face of Imperial spy again. With a bit of luck I could get him out of my way in just a few moments.
,,I need someone to find out what happened to the dwarves. I’m sure it will be an easy job for a lad like you.” He leant over and started whispering.
,,By the way, was the information I sent you of any use? I sent you ten letters, but never got an answer.” What, he actually did that? Great, now I had my own spy network!
,,I couldn’t answer cause it would draw attention to you. We don’t want an assassin near your bed, do we?” I whispered back and watched with satisfaction how he went pale.
,,Right, Archmage. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish my current studies. Now if you excuse me, I have a boat to catch.” I spoke in a louder voice and left the hall.
The boat wasn’t too big and I decided to hire myself out as an extra hand instead of paying for the ride as a passenger. I grew up on a boat, so making a bit of money during the trip would be easy.
I arrived in Dagon Fel a couple of days later. The place was quite a bit bigger than I expected, seeing as it is the farthest away from the mainland. I walked into a place called “the end of the world” for a quick drink before setting of for the ruins.
The place was crowded. There were Imperials, Nords, Khajitt, Dark Elves and even two Orcs. The Orcs were particularly loud and I could easily eavesdrop on their conversation from the other side of the room.
,,Another good find today, my friend! Many Dwarven artefacts! Let us drink on it!” One of them boomed and raised a big bottle of flin.
,,A good find indeed. Now what are we going to do with those mages that stumbled in the other day?” Mages? Where they talking about Edwinna’s expedition?
,,They interfered with our business. I believe we’ll kill them and send their heads to the guild as a message. But first, let’s drink!”
I left the tavern before the bartender could bring me my drink. I did leave a few coins on the tap. There was no time to lose. With those two Orcs drinking like that, they’d probably pass out and wait till morning before returning to the ruins. That meant I had one night to find the ruins, infiltrate them and make my way past an unknown number of enemies whose capabilities I didn’t knew to save the expedition. That wasn’t a lot of time and there were too many things I didn't know for comfort.
I spoke to the nearest guard to ask where I could find the ruins.
,,Ay, Redguard. Are you sure that would be a good idea? The Centurions have all been reduced to scrap by now, but there is a vicious band of Orcs there. They’ll kill you.” He must have seen my determined expression, for he stopped trying to make me forget about it.
,,But if you really must, the ruins are just to the southwest of here. You’ll have to move around the mountains. Be careful of Kagouti and Cliffracers. After an hour worth of walking, you should see the door past a bridge.” I thanked him and rushed of.
He said that the ruins were close to the village. I didn’t had time for a long walk, so I would just have to climb and levitate over the mountains. I did so and slid down the last ridge leading to the bridge barely half an hour later.
A rat stood guard. The moment it noticed me, it came at me and tried to bite me with unimaginable fury. My sword made a huge wound in its back that should’ve severed its spine, but it didn’t seem to bother the monster at all. My next hit severed the head and the rat finally accepted death.
I stood over the corpse, having completely forgotten about my rescue mission for the moment. Blight, the rat was blighted by the disease that increased your strength as well as making you mad with bloodlust. Wasn’t that disease supposed to be contained by this thing the Dark Elves call the ghostfence? What was going on here?
Ok, an update. I manipulated the plot a bit from what you get in game.
Edwinna was happy with the report and immediately suggested that I looked up on an expedition she sent to a ruin near Dagon Fel. Wow, she really was into this Dwemer thing. I told her I would leave in the morning and took a nap.
The man with the golden mask had come back to haunt me in my dreams.
,,There are many rooms in the house of the Master. Be easy, for from the hands of your enemies I have delivered you.” He said.
I could see myself lying on a table like a corpse. Fortunately, I awoke soon enough.
These dreams were beginning to take their toll on me. I needed two whole minutes to calm down.
But duty called and I forced myself to get up and ready. I would need a ship to reach Dagon Fel. I would take a breakfast consisting of some scrib jelly and Kwama cuttle once on board to save time. My best bet to find a ship was Vivec, so I had myself transported there.
,,Hi there, Luper Alkad! Just the person I need! I could use a favour!” Trebonius shouted across the hall mere seconds after I arrived. What was it this time? And could he lower his voice a bit, it was giving me a headache.
,,What’s the matter, Archmage?” I asked as I donned the face of Imperial spy again. With a bit of luck I could get him out of my way in just a few moments.
,,I need someone to find out what happened to the dwarves. I’m sure it will be an easy job for a lad like you.” He leant over and started whispering.
,,By the way, was the information I sent you of any use? I sent you ten letters, but never got an answer.” What, he actually did that? Great, now I had my own spy network!
,,I couldn’t answer cause it would draw attention to you. We don’t want an assassin near your bed, do we?” I whispered back and watched with satisfaction how he went pale.
,,Right, Archmage. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish my current studies. Now if you excuse me, I have a boat to catch.” I spoke in a louder voice and left the hall.
The boat wasn’t too big and I decided to hire myself out as an extra hand instead of paying for the ride as a passenger. I grew up on a boat, so making a bit of money during the trip would be easy.
I arrived in Dagon Fel a couple of days later. The place was quite a bit bigger than I expected, seeing as it is the farthest away from the mainland. I walked into a place called “the end of the world” for a quick drink before setting of for the ruins.
The place was crowded. There were Imperials, Nords, Khajitt, Dark Elves and even two Orcs. The Orcs were particularly loud and I could easily eavesdrop on their conversation from the other side of the room.
,,Another good find today, my friend! Many Dwarven artefacts! Let us drink on it!” One of them boomed and raised a big bottle of flin.
,,A good find indeed. Now what are we going to do with those mages that stumbled in the other day?” Mages? Where they talking about Edwinna’s expedition?
,,They interfered with our business. I believe we’ll kill them and send their heads to the guild as a message. But first, let’s drink!”
I left the tavern before the bartender could bring me my drink. I did leave a few coins on the tap. There was no time to lose. With those two Orcs drinking like that, they’d probably pass out and wait till morning before returning to the ruins. That meant I had one night to find the ruins, infiltrate them and make my way past an unknown number of enemies whose capabilities I didn’t knew to save the expedition. That wasn’t a lot of time and there were too many things I didn't know for comfort.
I spoke to the nearest guard to ask where I could find the ruins.
,,Ay, Redguard. Are you sure that would be a good idea? The Centurions have all been reduced to scrap by now, but there is a vicious band of Orcs there. They’ll kill you.” He must have seen my determined expression, for he stopped trying to make me forget about it.
,,But if you really must, the ruins are just to the southwest of here. You’ll have to move around the mountains. Be careful of Kagouti and Cliffracers. After an hour worth of walking, you should see the door past a bridge.” I thanked him and rushed of.
He said that the ruins were close to the village. I didn’t had time for a long walk, so I would just have to climb and levitate over the mountains. I did so and slid down the last ridge leading to the bridge barely half an hour later.
A rat stood guard. The moment it noticed me, it came at me and tried to bite me with unimaginable fury. My sword made a huge wound in its back that should’ve severed its spine, but it didn’t seem to bother the monster at all. My next hit severed the head and the rat finally accepted death.
I stood over the corpse, having completely forgotten about my rescue mission for the moment. Blight, the rat was blighted by the disease that increased your strength as well as making you mad with bloodlust. Wasn’t that disease supposed to be contained by this thing the Dark Elves call the ghostfence? What was going on here?
Uh oh. Those cursed blight creatures managing to escape the fence. Great update and like always I will be awaiting the next one.
An interesting development. Those orcs in Mzuleft always did a number on me; I hope that our mage friend fares okay.
Great as always, no remember to be carefull down in tose ruins, I have been killed more than once down there. I do hope that our mage friend can conjure up andother amazing plan and make it out of there more than less in one piece. 
Wonderful update. I love how you handle the Trebonius problem in such original fashion. You are a very creative writer I must say that and you also breath life into your characters in a manner that I pure and simply can't. Your character is much more laid back and informal as oposed to my character which is quite the oposite, a serious guy but he ain't as serious as some of his fellow knights.
Thank you all for the compliments. At first I tried to come up with an ubercomplex plan, but I settled for something a little simpler.
Whatever was the case, I had more important things to deal with. Steeling myself for what was inevitably going to be a slaughter, I head inside.
An Orc was standing right at the bottom of the stairs, and immediately noticed me.
,,Redguard! What are you doing here?! Speak from where you stand!” He shouted in an aggressive tone. Sure, if he wanted me to talk I would give him something. Maybe I could even get them to all leave.
,,Hello there, Orc friend! I am a Pilgrim who arrived in Dagon Fel two hours ago. One of your people requested my help. He has ran into a small problem with the guards and been imprisoned. He would like you to go and rescue him.”
The Orc frowned and I could almost hear him thinking.
,,What does a Pilgrim do with a sword?” He finally asked.
,,My pilgrimage takes me through the dangerous Molag Amur region. It would be unwise to go unprotected. But please hurry to Dagon Fel, for your friend will be executed by morning.”
Now I hoped he would run out of the door.
,,I must ask our leader first. Stay there and don’t move, Pilgrim.” The Orc replied and moved to a door, the wrong door. Great, the time of talking was over.
I ran up behind his back and swung my Claymore at it and only managed to blunt my blade. That’s what I hated about Orcish armour. It was so though my sword simply bounced of it!
,,Coward! I’ll feast on your bones!” The Orc screamed in rage and took out his axe. Luckily, his bloodlust made him a bit clumsy and I danced around his blows till his axe finally came in contact with the wall. The impact with the wall was hard enough to make him drop it and I took advantage of the situation by attacking the only part of his body that wasn’t protected, his head. It rolled over the ground a moment later.
Orcish armour. The stories that Orcs are some of the finest armorers in Tamriel weren’t exaggerated. It was much stronger than Bonemold yet the difference in weight was small. If I made it out of here alive I would take some of it with me to use.
But if all the Orcs were armoured like this, I wouldn’t stand much of a chance in contest of swords and axes. I would be better if I had a small advantage, such as being invisible.
I took the amulet of shadows out of my pocket and hung it around my neck. I then moved to one of the round Dwemer doors with one hand on the amulet and knocked.
,,What is it?!” One Orc shouted very annoyed. The moment he opened the door, I activated the amulet and melted in with my surroundings.
,,What is all that noise good fo……AARGH! Where are you, intruder?! Show yourself, coward!” He growled when he saw what happened to his friend. He then started to run through the room while swinging at the air. Fool, I just needed to wait near the wall for him to pass after which I cleaved his head in two. Two Orcs down, an unknown number remaining.
I had no idea how long the amulet’s charge would last, I’d forgotten to ask the previous owner about that detail. It was time to move on. The last Orc left the door open so I could go through it without making any unnecessary noise. There were two doors I could chose from, I picked the upper one.
I knocked on the door and waited. Another Orc came through and I put one of my daggers in his throat. Normally I’m more of a sword person, but daggers were very effective for close-quarters surprise attacks. He dropped without a sound. The next room was empty. I was beginning to believe that there was one Orc in each room. If I could surprise them all like this, I might stand a chance.
A big cylinder in the center of the room drew my attention. There was a big piece missing on one side, like a door. The cylinder was hollow and the floor was missing. I crept closer and looked down.
The cylinder descended downward into a pit of lava. On the bottom, there was another hole in the wall, as well as an Orc standing near the pit gazing upwards. At least he didn’t see me.
That was, till my Chameleon spell suddenly dissipated. I noticed that I’d been spotted by the surprised look on his face. For a few seconds, the Orc just stared at me before reacting. Then, he took a step backwards, no doubt intending to rush up through the corridors to fight me. I reacted quicker though, and pulled him into the lava with a bit of Telekinesis.
,,And for tonight’s diner, fried Orc.” I muttered in mild amusement.
A Slowfall spell allowed me to descend through the cylinder and land in the lower room without ffalling into the lava myself. I figured that people would be more intent on looking towards the door for an approaching attacker than the cylinder. The room turned out to be empty. One Orc in each room seemed to be the rule here.
Opening the door revealed the corridor I had passed through earlier. Fine by me. I went back to the entrance and took the last remaining door, after activating my amulet.
Another Orc, he never even saw me coming before his head was separated. There were some shelves in this room, but my attention was drawn to the door on the other side. I could here voices coming from behind it, mostly pleas for mercy. It looked like I had found the mages, and they were guarded.
Slowly, I eased the heavy door open and slipped through after activating the amulet. The Orcs were too busy torturing their prisoners to even notice. Orcs, there were two of them this time. One of them looked like a mage and the other like a warrior. Now I could only kill one before the other would notice something was wrong. Which was the most dangerous, the mage or the warrior?
I allowed fate to decide for me, with a bit of help.
I picked up one Dwemer cup and threw it at the warrior’s back when the two Orcs had their back turned to each other.
,,Ow! Why did you do that?!” The Orc grumbled as he turned to the mage. In no time at all, a heated argument was started that ended with the Orc taking his axe and being electrocuted by the mage.
Ok, one left. At this time, the amulet decided to stop working again and the mage spotted me.
,,You! Coward, you make us fight amongst ourselves! When my brothers come here, you are dead!” Even being a mage, the Orc could still make a lot of noise that would’ve warned the other Orcs, if they were still alive.
,,What, are we feeling cheated? Sorry, but your brothers are all headless. I took care of that. As for you, you may live if you leave now. The mage guild does not tolerate people who imprison their members.” I responded and raised my sword. The blood and blunted edges showed the truth behind my words.
,,You want me to flee as a coward with no honour? NEVER!” The Mage screamed and started hurling spells at me. I ducked the first few and then cast a shield spell to protect myself. As the first bolts impacted with the magical shield, I charged the mage and ran my sword through the chest followed by a dagger in the back of the skull. Both wounds were lethal and the fight was now over giving me plenty of time to free the mages.
After freeing the mages, I posted the whole group near the entrance while placing two of them outside as a lookout for when the two Orcs from the tavern returned. All the mages had at least some skill in the school of Destruction and the fireworks when those Orcs entered the ruins would be impressive.
I took the time to collect a full set of Orcish armour minus the helmet and used their tools to fix up my sword. After that, I collected anything I found of interest, including another Dwemer book and what looked like the blueprints for something. Finally, I put the heads of every dead Orc in a big bag. After saying goodbye, I levitated over the mountains again. I’d reached Dagon Fel in no time at all.
The guard who had given me the directions to the ruins took the bag reluctantly.
,,May I ask what’s in it?” He said in the official tone of a guard on patrol.
,,Just some food for the Slaughterfish. If you excuse me, I’ll be going now. Goodbye.” I answered and recalled home.
Whatever was the case, I had more important things to deal with. Steeling myself for what was inevitably going to be a slaughter, I head inside.
An Orc was standing right at the bottom of the stairs, and immediately noticed me.
,,Redguard! What are you doing here?! Speak from where you stand!” He shouted in an aggressive tone. Sure, if he wanted me to talk I would give him something. Maybe I could even get them to all leave.
,,Hello there, Orc friend! I am a Pilgrim who arrived in Dagon Fel two hours ago. One of your people requested my help. He has ran into a small problem with the guards and been imprisoned. He would like you to go and rescue him.”
The Orc frowned and I could almost hear him thinking.
,,What does a Pilgrim do with a sword?” He finally asked.
,,My pilgrimage takes me through the dangerous Molag Amur region. It would be unwise to go unprotected. But please hurry to Dagon Fel, for your friend will be executed by morning.”
Now I hoped he would run out of the door.
,,I must ask our leader first. Stay there and don’t move, Pilgrim.” The Orc replied and moved to a door, the wrong door. Great, the time of talking was over.
I ran up behind his back and swung my Claymore at it and only managed to blunt my blade. That’s what I hated about Orcish armour. It was so though my sword simply bounced of it!
,,Coward! I’ll feast on your bones!” The Orc screamed in rage and took out his axe. Luckily, his bloodlust made him a bit clumsy and I danced around his blows till his axe finally came in contact with the wall. The impact with the wall was hard enough to make him drop it and I took advantage of the situation by attacking the only part of his body that wasn’t protected, his head. It rolled over the ground a moment later.
Orcish armour. The stories that Orcs are some of the finest armorers in Tamriel weren’t exaggerated. It was much stronger than Bonemold yet the difference in weight was small. If I made it out of here alive I would take some of it with me to use.
But if all the Orcs were armoured like this, I wouldn’t stand much of a chance in contest of swords and axes. I would be better if I had a small advantage, such as being invisible.
I took the amulet of shadows out of my pocket and hung it around my neck. I then moved to one of the round Dwemer doors with one hand on the amulet and knocked.
,,What is it?!” One Orc shouted very annoyed. The moment he opened the door, I activated the amulet and melted in with my surroundings.
,,What is all that noise good fo……AARGH! Where are you, intruder?! Show yourself, coward!” He growled when he saw what happened to his friend. He then started to run through the room while swinging at the air. Fool, I just needed to wait near the wall for him to pass after which I cleaved his head in two. Two Orcs down, an unknown number remaining.
I had no idea how long the amulet’s charge would last, I’d forgotten to ask the previous owner about that detail. It was time to move on. The last Orc left the door open so I could go through it without making any unnecessary noise. There were two doors I could chose from, I picked the upper one.
I knocked on the door and waited. Another Orc came through and I put one of my daggers in his throat. Normally I’m more of a sword person, but daggers were very effective for close-quarters surprise attacks. He dropped without a sound. The next room was empty. I was beginning to believe that there was one Orc in each room. If I could surprise them all like this, I might stand a chance.
A big cylinder in the center of the room drew my attention. There was a big piece missing on one side, like a door. The cylinder was hollow and the floor was missing. I crept closer and looked down.
The cylinder descended downward into a pit of lava. On the bottom, there was another hole in the wall, as well as an Orc standing near the pit gazing upwards. At least he didn’t see me.
That was, till my Chameleon spell suddenly dissipated. I noticed that I’d been spotted by the surprised look on his face. For a few seconds, the Orc just stared at me before reacting. Then, he took a step backwards, no doubt intending to rush up through the corridors to fight me. I reacted quicker though, and pulled him into the lava with a bit of Telekinesis.
,,And for tonight’s diner, fried Orc.” I muttered in mild amusement.
A Slowfall spell allowed me to descend through the cylinder and land in the lower room without ffalling into the lava myself. I figured that people would be more intent on looking towards the door for an approaching attacker than the cylinder. The room turned out to be empty. One Orc in each room seemed to be the rule here.
Opening the door revealed the corridor I had passed through earlier. Fine by me. I went back to the entrance and took the last remaining door, after activating my amulet.
Another Orc, he never even saw me coming before his head was separated. There were some shelves in this room, but my attention was drawn to the door on the other side. I could here voices coming from behind it, mostly pleas for mercy. It looked like I had found the mages, and they were guarded.
Slowly, I eased the heavy door open and slipped through after activating the amulet. The Orcs were too busy torturing their prisoners to even notice. Orcs, there were two of them this time. One of them looked like a mage and the other like a warrior. Now I could only kill one before the other would notice something was wrong. Which was the most dangerous, the mage or the warrior?
I allowed fate to decide for me, with a bit of help.
I picked up one Dwemer cup and threw it at the warrior’s back when the two Orcs had their back turned to each other.
,,Ow! Why did you do that?!” The Orc grumbled as he turned to the mage. In no time at all, a heated argument was started that ended with the Orc taking his axe and being electrocuted by the mage.
Ok, one left. At this time, the amulet decided to stop working again and the mage spotted me.
,,You! Coward, you make us fight amongst ourselves! When my brothers come here, you are dead!” Even being a mage, the Orc could still make a lot of noise that would’ve warned the other Orcs, if they were still alive.
,,What, are we feeling cheated? Sorry, but your brothers are all headless. I took care of that. As for you, you may live if you leave now. The mage guild does not tolerate people who imprison their members.” I responded and raised my sword. The blood and blunted edges showed the truth behind my words.
,,You want me to flee as a coward with no honour? NEVER!” The Mage screamed and started hurling spells at me. I ducked the first few and then cast a shield spell to protect myself. As the first bolts impacted with the magical shield, I charged the mage and ran my sword through the chest followed by a dagger in the back of the skull. Both wounds were lethal and the fight was now over giving me plenty of time to free the mages.
After freeing the mages, I posted the whole group near the entrance while placing two of them outside as a lookout for when the two Orcs from the tavern returned. All the mages had at least some skill in the school of Destruction and the fireworks when those Orcs entered the ruins would be impressive.
I took the time to collect a full set of Orcish armour minus the helmet and used their tools to fix up my sword. After that, I collected anything I found of interest, including another Dwemer book and what looked like the blueprints for something. Finally, I put the heads of every dead Orc in a big bag. After saying goodbye, I levitated over the mountains again. I’d reached Dagon Fel in no time at all.
The guard who had given me the directions to the ruins took the bag reluctantly.
,,May I ask what’s in it?” He said in the official tone of a guard on patrol.
,,Just some food for the Slaughterfish. If you excuse me, I’ll be going now. Goodbye.” I answered and recalled home.
Oh great jacky, i like that, I guess the slaughterfishes owe Oasis one now. thanks for updating, considering how difficoult those orcs normally are, i believe that oasis have gotten up a few levels. Exellent installment as always.
Great update. Luper Alkad had a very stylish way of dealing with his enemies. And the food to the slaughterfish bit was also funny and well composed. Great story, keep the updates coming. I'm curios to see if Luper will catch the "Divine Disease" and give Divayth Fyr a visit.
Thank you. I don't know if he will get this Divine disease. If it's the Blight, he could cure it, if his max magicka was big enough for it. Now for the update.
,,Journeyman Alkad!” Uh oh, Edwinna looked rather angry. What did I do to deserve this?
,,Yes, steward?” I answered. It was probably best to stick to a formal tone for the moment, who knew how far developed her skills in the school of Destruction were.
,,Do you know what you’ve done? I should banish you from the guild where you stand!” Oh great, there goes my career.
,,No, steward, I don’t know. Perhaps you could be so kind as to explain?” I would be damned if I allowed them to kick me out of the guild without knowing why.
,,I will. Remember that expedition I had you check up? Well, I just heard that you threatened its leader. You threatened a fellow member of the guild as well as sabotaging his research. And finally, you stole a few priceless artefacts from those ruins. What do you have to say about that? I’ll give you one chance to defend yourself, with words.”
,,About the expedition, that guy simply allowed his guide to die down there which got me a bit angry. That is all I have to say about that. Now here’s the situation in Dagon Fel. Your expedition there had been captured by a group of bad-mannered Orcs. I killed the Orcs and freed your expedition. And I’ve got an idea. Can I bribe you with these Dwemer blueprints?”
Edwinna eagerly pulled the blueprints out of my hands. This just couldn’t fail. She was such a Dwemer nut that I could’ve killed the whole guild and still bought her off with something Dwemer.
,,Hmm, yes this is very interesting. I’m sure it was all just a minor misunderstanding. Thank you for the blueprints. These will be very handy in my research, Evoker Alkad.” Hold on, Evoker?
As it turned out, the blueprints did a bit more than keeping me in the guild. Edwinna had just promoted me for them. She did sent me to a certain Skink in Sadrith Mora. I was wondering if the real punishment would come from this Skink.
The hall in Sadrith Mora was a single room inside a castle. As such, finding Skink who turned out to be the local steward was easy. He was an Argonian by the way.
,,Ah, yes. You must be the mage Edwinna would send me. I have a very delicate task to perform and Edwinna said she would send someone to me with all the necessary skills to survive in the wilderness.” He said.
,,So where is the Dwemer ruin this time?” I asked.
,,Ruin, there is no ruin this time. All stewards have their interests. Edwinna’s is the Dwemer technology, mine are the Ashlander clans. I want you to negotiate a meeting between me and a wise woman. Go to the Ahemmusa camp, near Tel Vos on the north-east corner of Vvardenfell. I suggest you take the boat from here to Tel Mora. You will find the harbour on the west side of Sadrith Mora. Good luck, Evoker.”
And there I went, out of the door. A meeting between the mage guild and these ashlanders, how weird could things get? It didn’t matter though, as long as I followed orders. Yeah, maybe there were a few interesting ruins along the way to loot.
Once again, I decided to hire myself out as an extra help instead of paying for the trip. Once in Tel Mora, I waterwalked over to the main island after which I set off for the Ahemmussa camp. The Azura’s Coast region was filled with Mudcrabs, Kagouti and Cliffacers. Especially the Cliffracers were annoying. They were everywhere. At least I wouldn’t get lost, I could just follow the trail of Cliffracer bodies back to Tel Mora.
After a long walk, I made it to the camp where I was greeted less than friendly. I was either ignored, or simply told that they didn’t like outlanders here. Only a woman seemed to threat me with some form of kindness, probably because I looked useful.
,,You, outlander. You are the one I saw in my dreams, the one who shall safe the clan.” She said in a very mysterious tone. Oh great, a dream. I didn’t believe in that superstition. Then again, those nightmares of mine felt quite real, what if there was truth behind those dreams? I allowed her to ramble on.
,,In my dream, I saw how you followed a white Guar. Go and find the Guar. I saw it where the roads separate and rocks grow out of the ground like fingers on a hand. Please, outlander. I beg you for the future of my clan.” If I stayed around any longer, she would end up on her knees crying. I decided to get out of the camp for a while and see if I could find this Guar, or anything else for that matter near those rocks. If her dream was true, then so was mine. Should I hope for that, or should I fear it?
,,Journeyman Alkad!” Uh oh, Edwinna looked rather angry. What did I do to deserve this?
,,Yes, steward?” I answered. It was probably best to stick to a formal tone for the moment, who knew how far developed her skills in the school of Destruction were.
,,Do you know what you’ve done? I should banish you from the guild where you stand!” Oh great, there goes my career.
,,No, steward, I don’t know. Perhaps you could be so kind as to explain?” I would be damned if I allowed them to kick me out of the guild without knowing why.
,,I will. Remember that expedition I had you check up? Well, I just heard that you threatened its leader. You threatened a fellow member of the guild as well as sabotaging his research. And finally, you stole a few priceless artefacts from those ruins. What do you have to say about that? I’ll give you one chance to defend yourself, with words.”
,,About the expedition, that guy simply allowed his guide to die down there which got me a bit angry. That is all I have to say about that. Now here’s the situation in Dagon Fel. Your expedition there had been captured by a group of bad-mannered Orcs. I killed the Orcs and freed your expedition. And I’ve got an idea. Can I bribe you with these Dwemer blueprints?”
Edwinna eagerly pulled the blueprints out of my hands. This just couldn’t fail. She was such a Dwemer nut that I could’ve killed the whole guild and still bought her off with something Dwemer.
,,Hmm, yes this is very interesting. I’m sure it was all just a minor misunderstanding. Thank you for the blueprints. These will be very handy in my research, Evoker Alkad.” Hold on, Evoker?
As it turned out, the blueprints did a bit more than keeping me in the guild. Edwinna had just promoted me for them. She did sent me to a certain Skink in Sadrith Mora. I was wondering if the real punishment would come from this Skink.
The hall in Sadrith Mora was a single room inside a castle. As such, finding Skink who turned out to be the local steward was easy. He was an Argonian by the way.
,,Ah, yes. You must be the mage Edwinna would send me. I have a very delicate task to perform and Edwinna said she would send someone to me with all the necessary skills to survive in the wilderness.” He said.
,,So where is the Dwemer ruin this time?” I asked.
,,Ruin, there is no ruin this time. All stewards have their interests. Edwinna’s is the Dwemer technology, mine are the Ashlander clans. I want you to negotiate a meeting between me and a wise woman. Go to the Ahemmusa camp, near Tel Vos on the north-east corner of Vvardenfell. I suggest you take the boat from here to Tel Mora. You will find the harbour on the west side of Sadrith Mora. Good luck, Evoker.”
And there I went, out of the door. A meeting between the mage guild and these ashlanders, how weird could things get? It didn’t matter though, as long as I followed orders. Yeah, maybe there were a few interesting ruins along the way to loot.
Once again, I decided to hire myself out as an extra help instead of paying for the trip. Once in Tel Mora, I waterwalked over to the main island after which I set off for the Ahemmussa camp. The Azura’s Coast region was filled with Mudcrabs, Kagouti and Cliffacers. Especially the Cliffracers were annoying. They were everywhere. At least I wouldn’t get lost, I could just follow the trail of Cliffracer bodies back to Tel Mora.
After a long walk, I made it to the camp where I was greeted less than friendly. I was either ignored, or simply told that they didn’t like outlanders here. Only a woman seemed to threat me with some form of kindness, probably because I looked useful.
,,You, outlander. You are the one I saw in my dreams, the one who shall safe the clan.” She said in a very mysterious tone. Oh great, a dream. I didn’t believe in that superstition. Then again, those nightmares of mine felt quite real, what if there was truth behind those dreams? I allowed her to ramble on.
,,In my dream, I saw how you followed a white Guar. Go and find the Guar. I saw it where the roads separate and rocks grow out of the ground like fingers on a hand. Please, outlander. I beg you for the future of my clan.” If I stayed around any longer, she would end up on her knees crying. I decided to get out of the camp for a while and see if I could find this Guar, or anything else for that matter near those rocks. If her dream was true, then so was mine. Should I hope for that, or should I fear it?
great jacky...I liked this one quite a bit...i just shows how corrupt Morrowind actually is.As always oasis manage to get himself in trouble, and now he have to go and find the white guar huh, well good luck with that one.
Great update! I liked how Luper smooth talked his way out of that situation with Edwinna. I also liked the "Well done, Evoker Alkad" part. It was unexpected. Your character has a very creative way of wiggling out of trouble I must say. Keep up the great work and good luck in finding the White Guar. I've heard a rumour that Daedric princes have internet and that they predict the future using 'sites' like "Hannah's Whereizzit". Maybe you can find hints of the white guar there 
ive only read some of these stories, jack, but you've got something going on here. the ,, '' thing sorta bothers me, but it's nothing you need to stop. the light hearted nature of this story, and also Oasis' dedication to doing good really cause me to enjoy this. keep it up.
I cant agree more with the above ones, you really are a good writer Jacky....please let a new update come as fast as possible...I'll be waiting...
Thank you for all the compliments and wait no more, cause another update is coming.
So there is an even greater force than the Daedra? I knew it, internet conquers all!
And dedicated to good? I thought it was more along the lines of it gets kinda thrown in his way. Funny thing is, originally I had intended him to be more along the lines of: ,,You can all go and **** yourselves. Just leave me alone. And this Dagoth Ur is going down if he doesn't stop farting all the time. Those Ash storms of his are driving me nuts!" But being semi good is probably better and easier. Anyway, update.
The Ashlanders weren’t much of a help in finding the place, so it looked like I had to do things myself. The walk around the Grazelands was calming to the mind, even though there were way too many Cliffracers around. The breeze, the sun, this was definitely a massive improvement over the rain and the ash storms I always got stuck in on the mainland.
Along my search, I came to Tel Vos. Now this was a weird place. It looked like someone tried to make a crossbreed between an Imperial fort and one of those giant mushrooms. The result was bizarre, to be honest. I stared at it for a while, but then turned back. I’d probably gone too far and missed the spot. Maybe it was further to the North.
It was when I took a break after fighting of three Cliffracers simultaneously that I saw it. It was like a ghost, I could see the landscape right through it. The grass didn’t bent where it went, nor did the ghostly creature cast a shadow. But the strangest thing was that it was a Guar, a white one.
I’d never seen a ghost that didn’t looked vaguely like a human or an elf, so this was weird. I’d never seen a white Guar either. The moment I got close to it, it began to walk towards the setting sun.
This was all the proof I needed, there were a few rocks around as well. Seeing as it didn’t stop, I walked after it while keeping an eye out for any Cliffracer that might want to do it harm.
Finally, it stopped near some brushes. By now I was seriously considering if I’d gone nuts and that this was a warning from my imagination. I kept walking towards the west while looking away from the thing. When I looked back, it was still where it had stopped. If this was my imagination going crazy, it was damn stubborn.
Maybe this was real and I wasn’t crazy, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look at those brushes it was looking at.
There was a woman lying under the brushes, a Dark Elf who looked like she’d been batted around by the Kagouti. She was quite dead. So this was what the Guar had brought me to, how was I supposed to save their clan like this? All I could do was to walk back and say that I found a death Dark Elf.
I was about to turn around and ask the Guar if he could give me a hint on what to do when I noticed something. Even in death, the woman had one hand clenched into a fist. I could vaguely make out the glow of an enchantment emanating from between the dark fingers. I knew I was going to regret it, but I pried the cold death flesh of her fingers open. In her now opened hand, there was an amulet.
I picked it up. Though I wasn’t much of an expert regarding enchantments, I had the distinct impression that this amulet was overflowing with restorative enchantments. Save the clan, this thing just might do it.
I was rather rudely interrupted by the battlecry of a Kagouti followed by a massive hit that sent me flying. I hit the ground rather painfully and went through my ankle. Damn lizard.
The kagouti cried again before storming at me. I did the first thing that I could think of. With a quick gesture, I lifted a rock in the air and hurled it at the thing's head with the help of a good bit of telekinesis.
Distracted, the stupid thing spun around to look for its new enemy, completely ignoring the Guar. The Guar was definitely something from my imagination, but it was a bit too coincidental that it brought me here. Someone must have planted the thing in my mind.
But that wasn’t really such a high priority at the moment. My highest priority was to get rid of the Kagouti. I pulled out my Claymore and cast a levitation spell so that I wouldn’t have to stand on my foot. The levitation also proved itself to be helpful when I used it to sail over to the Kagouti and land on its back. One quick stab in the neck below the bony shield on its head, and the thing crashed to the ground where it moved for a few seconds before dying.
The amulet I’d found healed the ankle, thereby proving my expectations about its enchantment. I buried the woman and set of for the Ashlander camp.
So there is an even greater force than the Daedra? I knew it, internet conquers all!
And dedicated to good? I thought it was more along the lines of it gets kinda thrown in his way. Funny thing is, originally I had intended him to be more along the lines of: ,,You can all go and **** yourselves. Just leave me alone. And this Dagoth Ur is going down if he doesn't stop farting all the time. Those Ash storms of his are driving me nuts!" But being semi good is probably better and easier. Anyway, update.
The Ashlanders weren’t much of a help in finding the place, so it looked like I had to do things myself. The walk around the Grazelands was calming to the mind, even though there were way too many Cliffracers around. The breeze, the sun, this was definitely a massive improvement over the rain and the ash storms I always got stuck in on the mainland.
Along my search, I came to Tel Vos. Now this was a weird place. It looked like someone tried to make a crossbreed between an Imperial fort and one of those giant mushrooms. The result was bizarre, to be honest. I stared at it for a while, but then turned back. I’d probably gone too far and missed the spot. Maybe it was further to the North.
It was when I took a break after fighting of three Cliffracers simultaneously that I saw it. It was like a ghost, I could see the landscape right through it. The grass didn’t bent where it went, nor did the ghostly creature cast a shadow. But the strangest thing was that it was a Guar, a white one.
I’d never seen a ghost that didn’t looked vaguely like a human or an elf, so this was weird. I’d never seen a white Guar either. The moment I got close to it, it began to walk towards the setting sun.
This was all the proof I needed, there were a few rocks around as well. Seeing as it didn’t stop, I walked after it while keeping an eye out for any Cliffracer that might want to do it harm.
Finally, it stopped near some brushes. By now I was seriously considering if I’d gone nuts and that this was a warning from my imagination. I kept walking towards the west while looking away from the thing. When I looked back, it was still where it had stopped. If this was my imagination going crazy, it was damn stubborn.
Maybe this was real and I wasn’t crazy, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look at those brushes it was looking at.
There was a woman lying under the brushes, a Dark Elf who looked like she’d been batted around by the Kagouti. She was quite dead. So this was what the Guar had brought me to, how was I supposed to save their clan like this? All I could do was to walk back and say that I found a death Dark Elf.
I was about to turn around and ask the Guar if he could give me a hint on what to do when I noticed something. Even in death, the woman had one hand clenched into a fist. I could vaguely make out the glow of an enchantment emanating from between the dark fingers. I knew I was going to regret it, but I pried the cold death flesh of her fingers open. In her now opened hand, there was an amulet.
I picked it up. Though I wasn’t much of an expert regarding enchantments, I had the distinct impression that this amulet was overflowing with restorative enchantments. Save the clan, this thing just might do it.
I was rather rudely interrupted by the battlecry of a Kagouti followed by a massive hit that sent me flying. I hit the ground rather painfully and went through my ankle. Damn lizard.
The kagouti cried again before storming at me. I did the first thing that I could think of. With a quick gesture, I lifted a rock in the air and hurled it at the thing's head with the help of a good bit of telekinesis.
Distracted, the stupid thing spun around to look for its new enemy, completely ignoring the Guar. The Guar was definitely something from my imagination, but it was a bit too coincidental that it brought me here. Someone must have planted the thing in my mind.
But that wasn’t really such a high priority at the moment. My highest priority was to get rid of the Kagouti. I pulled out my Claymore and cast a levitation spell so that I wouldn’t have to stand on my foot. The levitation also proved itself to be helpful when I used it to sail over to the Kagouti and land on its back. One quick stab in the neck below the bony shield on its head, and the thing crashed to the ground where it moved for a few seconds before dying.
The amulet I’d found healed the ankle, thereby proving my expectations about its enchantment. I buried the woman and set of for the Ashlander camp.
Interesting update. To be honest it wasn't as good as the other because Luper was alone and he didn't have anybody to communicate with. He is much more witty and interesting when he's with other people. Good luck figuring out what to do with the White Guar anyway!
sweetness, within a minute or two of first comment....
I really like the new style of writing you are using....the um.....first person....past tense, without quotes.....and all that, very nice indeed. Keep up the good work. I like how the guar was not really a physical thing.
I really like the new style of writing you are using....the um.....first person....past tense, without quotes.....and all that, very nice indeed. Keep up the good work. I like how the guar was not really a physical thing.
Glad you all like it. I must say I'm having a bit of trouble with it at the moment. I just couldn't think of anything for him to say that wouldn't get him killed by the Ashlanders. They always sound very easily provoked when I'm around. So I sticked to some (for his doing) polite stuff.
When I arrived back at camp, I was already being expected by a cheering mass of Ashlanders. What in the name of the Daedra was going on here?
,,Welcome back, Outlander. I’ve seen in my dreams that you found the white Guar. Do you know how to save the clan?” The woman who got me on the whole Guar thing in the first place asked.
,,Well, I did find an amulet. Maybe it is of any use to you? At the very least it can patch up bad ankles.”
She grabbed the amulet before I could decide whether or not to give it to her. Having an extra method of healing around always comes in handy. Too late now, taking it back could turn that now cheering group of Ashlanders into a bloodthirsty one real fast.
,,Yes, the amulet of Ashamanu, our old healer. It is unfortunate that she has met such an end. With this amulet, I’ll be able to save my clan from the Blight. I thank you, Outlander.” She motioned to one of the Ashlanders who came forward with what looked like a Chitin shield carrying a weak enchantment.
,,The shield of the Undaunted. It is one of the most valuable possessions of the clan. May it protect you well, Outlander. Now you may enter the yurt of our Wise Woman and seek your own answers.”
I was directed to the largest tent like structure in the village. It was dark inside, but there was still enough light to see the old woman inside.
,,Outlander, what do you want?” Ok, so despite having just saved the clan, I still was a filthy Outlander? Why did Skink send me here? Cause I was the only one who refused to get pecked to death by Cliffracers, that’s why.
,,I bring a message from Skink, steward of the mage guild in Sadrith Mora. He would like to arrange a meeting with you for the purpose of exchanging information.” That was all I had to say, now I needed to wait for an answer.
,,I do not want to meet an Outlander. Yet, you bear the shield of the Undaunted. Yes, if you prove yourself to me, I will consider your request. Go to the west, past the Daedric ruins and meet my apprentice in the Favel ancestral tomb. She is much too kind to Outlanders. If she wants to become the next Wise Woman, her views will have to change.” So I was to go and present myself as a rude evil Outlander? This woman was really nuts. Okay, if it had to be done, I guess I was going to do it. After saying goodbye, I left the camp. With a bit of luck, I should be done before sunset after which I could recall home.
The Daedric ruins looked like ridiculous. If you thought Dwemer architecture looked weird, go take a look at Daedric architecture. I guess that being the meanest monster in town allows you to do this without being laughed at. They looked empty, so I could just walk right through them instead of wasting time on a detour.
Empty turned out to be the wrong thought. A green lizard like creature ran up to me while screaming in an annoying tone. Clannfear, great. As they say, where there’s a Deadra, there’s a cultist with lots of loot. I rammed my sword in its mouth and walked towards the door after it had died. Lots of loot sounded good. Besides, how hard could a cultist be?
When I arrived back at camp, I was already being expected by a cheering mass of Ashlanders. What in the name of the Daedra was going on here?
,,Welcome back, Outlander. I’ve seen in my dreams that you found the white Guar. Do you know how to save the clan?” The woman who got me on the whole Guar thing in the first place asked.
,,Well, I did find an amulet. Maybe it is of any use to you? At the very least it can patch up bad ankles.”
She grabbed the amulet before I could decide whether or not to give it to her. Having an extra method of healing around always comes in handy. Too late now, taking it back could turn that now cheering group of Ashlanders into a bloodthirsty one real fast.
,,Yes, the amulet of Ashamanu, our old healer. It is unfortunate that she has met such an end. With this amulet, I’ll be able to save my clan from the Blight. I thank you, Outlander.” She motioned to one of the Ashlanders who came forward with what looked like a Chitin shield carrying a weak enchantment.
,,The shield of the Undaunted. It is one of the most valuable possessions of the clan. May it protect you well, Outlander. Now you may enter the yurt of our Wise Woman and seek your own answers.”
I was directed to the largest tent like structure in the village. It was dark inside, but there was still enough light to see the old woman inside.
,,Outlander, what do you want?” Ok, so despite having just saved the clan, I still was a filthy Outlander? Why did Skink send me here? Cause I was the only one who refused to get pecked to death by Cliffracers, that’s why.
,,I bring a message from Skink, steward of the mage guild in Sadrith Mora. He would like to arrange a meeting with you for the purpose of exchanging information.” That was all I had to say, now I needed to wait for an answer.
,,I do not want to meet an Outlander. Yet, you bear the shield of the Undaunted. Yes, if you prove yourself to me, I will consider your request. Go to the west, past the Daedric ruins and meet my apprentice in the Favel ancestral tomb. She is much too kind to Outlanders. If she wants to become the next Wise Woman, her views will have to change.” So I was to go and present myself as a rude evil Outlander? This woman was really nuts. Okay, if it had to be done, I guess I was going to do it. After saying goodbye, I left the camp. With a bit of luck, I should be done before sunset after which I could recall home.
The Daedric ruins looked like ridiculous. If you thought Dwemer architecture looked weird, go take a look at Daedric architecture. I guess that being the meanest monster in town allows you to do this without being laughed at. They looked empty, so I could just walk right through them instead of wasting time on a detour.
Empty turned out to be the wrong thought. A green lizard like creature ran up to me while screaming in an annoying tone. Clannfear, great. As they say, where there’s a Deadra, there’s a cultist with lots of loot. I rammed my sword in its mouth and walked towards the door after it had died. Lots of loot sounded good. Besides, how hard could a cultist be?
Hmmmm. cultists can be harder than Oasis thinks...I know Telina will have some trouble with cultists. But well I liked this one really good, and although it lacked the normal humour, it was still an exellent update.
Yeah I agree with Tele. It did lack some of the ever popular humor but for goot reason. We don't want to have poor Oasis scalped or anything. It is probably in his best interest that he continues to behave for the time being. Good update!
Great update! Now that Luper (you don't mind me calling him Luper do you?) is back with people he can use his superior wit and charm. I liked his comments as always. I liked when he was annoyed that he was the saviour of the tribe but the wise woman still called him outlander. I hate it when people in Morrowind call me outlander too. It's so annoying. Keep up the good work!
You know the drill, enjoy the update. And you can call him anything you want, Griff.
While the outside looked ridiculous, the inside of the ruins looked quite impressive. At least there was this huge statue in this huge cavern. I wondered how they ever managed to fit that statue through the door.
,,What are you doing here, Outlander?” Oops, I should have taken a better look at my surroundings. Whoever had that sword in my neck had the distinct voice of a Dark Elf. Not my favourite kind of company. I could make out the silhouette of two other cultists coming closer. Three cultists, just my luck.
,,Hi, is this the cultist recruitment center?” I asked in an overly optimistic tone. If only I could catch these guys off guard, I would be gone before they knew what happened.
,,Recruitment center? What are you up to, Outlander?”
,,I just want to join, that’s all. Long live the Daedra!” Right now I was really beginning to sound like an idiot. The things I do to save my skin.
In the meantime, I’d managed to get a better look at the other two cultists. One of them was a Dark Elf mage and the other, a Redguard warrior. Out of all things that could’ve happened, I met a Redguard. Why are we Redguards among the best warriors in Tamriel? It makes fighting another Redguard way too hard.
,,We don’t recruit here. You may try in Vivec. There is a shrine in the sewers. Now leave.” The man who was behind me said and removed the sword. This was my chance.
In a blur of movement, I rushed forward and planted a dagger in the mage’s face while casting a levitation spell at the same time. I then flew up to the head of the giant statue where I landed. With their mage gone, there was no way the cultists could reach me. But they were the ones with the food, so I couldn’t just wait till they got bored.
I fumbled around in my pockets and took out the large collection of enchanted rings I had collected since I arrived here. On their own, they weren’t much but together they could do quite a lot of damage. I slipped the first one on my finger and paralyzed the Redguard after which I rapidly made my way through my collection of rings starting with small fireballs, followed by ice which was in turn followed by poison. One big fireball from my own magicka reserves finished him of.
The Dark Elf proved to be a bit more of a problem. I had already spent the element of surprise on the Redguard and the mage, so he wouldn’t let his guard down. After missing him a few times with my fireballs, I figured I would have to fight him directly.
A slowfall spell enabled me to descent from the statue safely with my Claymore in hand. Once I came close to the ground, I immediately had to parry a low swing of his own sword. Without pausing for a single moment, the Dark Elf launched blow after blow. I was forced to step back in order to maintain the range advantage my Claymore offered over his longsword, but it did left me without opportunity to attack. This guy was good.
A high chop was followed by a thrust which was in turn followed by a wide swing to the right followed by a quick swing to the left. I was beginning to see his pattern. After he performed his chop again, I spun to my own right to move around his thrust and the first swing. One big swing and his head fell to the floor, soon followed by the rest of his body.
That took care of the cultists. I took my dagger that was still sitting in the face of the dead mage and wiped the blood of it with his robe. Now it was time to take a good look at the loot.
It was rather disappointing, at the foot of the statue I found an Iron Saber, an emerald and a heart. Nothing I could really use unless you counted the saber, but that was a weapon that I’d dropped ages ago in favour of better swords. I did pocket the emerald and after some disgusted looks, put the heart in a bag.
Whether it was the sound or the feeling of expanding air, I didn’t know but it was something that made me instinctively rolling to the side. It was a good thing I did, as the altar was smashed by a club with inhuman force.
The Creature that had appeared out of thin air looked like a walking suit of very evil looking armour. It swung around a club that looked like it was made out of something’s arm or leg. I used my higher speed to land a hit with the Claymore, but to no effect. Its armour or skin was simply too strong to penetrate.
I tried to get away from it and in the end found myself on one side of the statue with the armour thing on the other side. Unfortunately, it was on the side with the door and I’d have to move past it if I wanted to escape. How to get out of this mess.
After a few moments of thinking, I got a plan. It was so stupid, it just had to work. I gathered all of my magicka into one spell, a blast of Telekinesis aimed at the giant statue’s head. Slowly, utterly slowly, the statue began to move. Soon it picked up speed and in the end it toppled over, right on top of the creature that was too slow to get out of its way. No matter how strong its skin was, it couldn’t handle the weight from the statue. I left the shrine as fast as I could before more of those things showed up but not before saying one thing to the fallen statue.
,,Does this mean that a Daedra will be mad at me?”
While the outside looked ridiculous, the inside of the ruins looked quite impressive. At least there was this huge statue in this huge cavern. I wondered how they ever managed to fit that statue through the door.
,,What are you doing here, Outlander?” Oops, I should have taken a better look at my surroundings. Whoever had that sword in my neck had the distinct voice of a Dark Elf. Not my favourite kind of company. I could make out the silhouette of two other cultists coming closer. Three cultists, just my luck.
,,Hi, is this the cultist recruitment center?” I asked in an overly optimistic tone. If only I could catch these guys off guard, I would be gone before they knew what happened.
,,Recruitment center? What are you up to, Outlander?”
,,I just want to join, that’s all. Long live the Daedra!” Right now I was really beginning to sound like an idiot. The things I do to save my skin.
In the meantime, I’d managed to get a better look at the other two cultists. One of them was a Dark Elf mage and the other, a Redguard warrior. Out of all things that could’ve happened, I met a Redguard. Why are we Redguards among the best warriors in Tamriel? It makes fighting another Redguard way too hard.
,,We don’t recruit here. You may try in Vivec. There is a shrine in the sewers. Now leave.” The man who was behind me said and removed the sword. This was my chance.
In a blur of movement, I rushed forward and planted a dagger in the mage’s face while casting a levitation spell at the same time. I then flew up to the head of the giant statue where I landed. With their mage gone, there was no way the cultists could reach me. But they were the ones with the food, so I couldn’t just wait till they got bored.
I fumbled around in my pockets and took out the large collection of enchanted rings I had collected since I arrived here. On their own, they weren’t much but together they could do quite a lot of damage. I slipped the first one on my finger and paralyzed the Redguard after which I rapidly made my way through my collection of rings starting with small fireballs, followed by ice which was in turn followed by poison. One big fireball from my own magicka reserves finished him of.
The Dark Elf proved to be a bit more of a problem. I had already spent the element of surprise on the Redguard and the mage, so he wouldn’t let his guard down. After missing him a few times with my fireballs, I figured I would have to fight him directly.
A slowfall spell enabled me to descent from the statue safely with my Claymore in hand. Once I came close to the ground, I immediately had to parry a low swing of his own sword. Without pausing for a single moment, the Dark Elf launched blow after blow. I was forced to step back in order to maintain the range advantage my Claymore offered over his longsword, but it did left me without opportunity to attack. This guy was good.
A high chop was followed by a thrust which was in turn followed by a wide swing to the right followed by a quick swing to the left. I was beginning to see his pattern. After he performed his chop again, I spun to my own right to move around his thrust and the first swing. One big swing and his head fell to the floor, soon followed by the rest of his body.
That took care of the cultists. I took my dagger that was still sitting in the face of the dead mage and wiped the blood of it with his robe. Now it was time to take a good look at the loot.
It was rather disappointing, at the foot of the statue I found an Iron Saber, an emerald and a heart. Nothing I could really use unless you counted the saber, but that was a weapon that I’d dropped ages ago in favour of better swords. I did pocket the emerald and after some disgusted looks, put the heart in a bag.
Whether it was the sound or the feeling of expanding air, I didn’t know but it was something that made me instinctively rolling to the side. It was a good thing I did, as the altar was smashed by a club with inhuman force.
The Creature that had appeared out of thin air looked like a walking suit of very evil looking armour. It swung around a club that looked like it was made out of something’s arm or leg. I used my higher speed to land a hit with the Claymore, but to no effect. Its armour or skin was simply too strong to penetrate.
I tried to get away from it and in the end found myself on one side of the statue with the armour thing on the other side. Unfortunately, it was on the side with the door and I’d have to move past it if I wanted to escape. How to get out of this mess.
After a few moments of thinking, I got a plan. It was so stupid, it just had to work. I gathered all of my magicka into one spell, a blast of Telekinesis aimed at the giant statue’s head. Slowly, utterly slowly, the statue began to move. Soon it picked up speed and in the end it toppled over, right on top of the creature that was too slow to get out of its way. No matter how strong its skin was, it couldn’t handle the weight from the statue. I left the shrine as fast as I could before more of those things showed up but not before saying one thing to the fallen statue.
,,Does this mean that a Daedra will be mad at me?”
Great update. You portrayed the battle with the Dark Elf well. I also liked how you used telekinesis in a creative way to kill the dremora. As always I liked his comments. This guy really isn't backing down from saving his skin isn't he?
Fast thinking coupled with a a desire to live makes Oasis a strong man. Way to end those cultists. I thought he was going to be in trouble once the dremora showed up! great update Cloudy!
Thank you. Just a short one for today.
After the ordeal in the Daedric ruins, it was rather satisfying to disappear in front of the eyes of the three very angry Ashlanders who tried to club me with some cheap Chitin. I raided their chest for a few coins of gold while they weren’t looking and moved on. I loved my amulet of Shadows.
The Favel tomb looked absolutely normal on the outside. A tomb was a tomb, and skeletons didn’t really frighten me so I went in without hesitating. The first room was empty of undead nasties, and I only saw a Dark Elf, the kind that was still among the living.
,,What can I do for you, Outlander?” She called me outlander, but it lacked the usual insulting tone. Quite nice in my opinion, there was no need to change that attitude if you asked me. Stupid Wise Women and their fear of outlanders.
,,Greetings, my dear. I’ve been sent over by the Wise Woman of the Ahemmusa to inquire if you require any form of assistance. Is there anything I can do for you?” Wow, I’d never sounded so polite in my whole life.
,,I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid there is nothing for you here. I’ve been sent here to put the spirit of an ancient ancestor of the clan to rest, though I’ve failed.” She said, with a couple of big tears forming on her face. Being the apprentice of that old hag was probably a hard life. I hate crying, I just can’t stand it.
,,I’ll go and take a look at this spirit, perhaps I can persuade him to go to rest. I have a talent with words. It won’t take long.” I said and went into the next room where I closed the door behind my back.
,,Outlander! You dare to desecrate the tomb with your foul presence?!” Now that was a very bad attitude, even for a ghost.
,,Calm down, great spirit. I’ve come here to ask you to go to rest. Is there any way I may be able to please you?” Damn, what was going on with me, those tears from the apprentice must have made me soft.
,,Perhaps if you would kill yourself, I might go to rest.” Now that was the worst answer it could give.
,,Sorry pal, but that isn’t going to happen. Now you can either go to rest or I’ll have to persuade you with a few pounds of good old silver. I have plenty of experience at ghostbusting. Now what is your answer, filthy piece of ectoplasm?”
His answer was a mad charge at me which ended with a thrust of silver and a big ball of fire. I wiped the drops of ectoplasm of my armour and went back to the Dark Elf.
,,He has agreed to go to rest, miss. You may return to the camp now. Oh and if it’s possible, could you possibly arrange a meeting between Skink from Sadrith Mora and the Wise Woman? I’ll have to go now, so I bid you farewell.” I recalled back to the guild hall. The woman had a much greater chance at persuading the Wise Woman then I did. It was all a matter of skin colouration.
After the ordeal in the Daedric ruins, it was rather satisfying to disappear in front of the eyes of the three very angry Ashlanders who tried to club me with some cheap Chitin. I raided their chest for a few coins of gold while they weren’t looking and moved on. I loved my amulet of Shadows.
The Favel tomb looked absolutely normal on the outside. A tomb was a tomb, and skeletons didn’t really frighten me so I went in without hesitating. The first room was empty of undead nasties, and I only saw a Dark Elf, the kind that was still among the living.
,,What can I do for you, Outlander?” She called me outlander, but it lacked the usual insulting tone. Quite nice in my opinion, there was no need to change that attitude if you asked me. Stupid Wise Women and their fear of outlanders.
,,Greetings, my dear. I’ve been sent over by the Wise Woman of the Ahemmusa to inquire if you require any form of assistance. Is there anything I can do for you?” Wow, I’d never sounded so polite in my whole life.
,,I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid there is nothing for you here. I’ve been sent here to put the spirit of an ancient ancestor of the clan to rest, though I’ve failed.” She said, with a couple of big tears forming on her face. Being the apprentice of that old hag was probably a hard life. I hate crying, I just can’t stand it.
,,I’ll go and take a look at this spirit, perhaps I can persuade him to go to rest. I have a talent with words. It won’t take long.” I said and went into the next room where I closed the door behind my back.
,,Outlander! You dare to desecrate the tomb with your foul presence?!” Now that was a very bad attitude, even for a ghost.
,,Calm down, great spirit. I’ve come here to ask you to go to rest. Is there any way I may be able to please you?” Damn, what was going on with me, those tears from the apprentice must have made me soft.
,,Perhaps if you would kill yourself, I might go to rest.” Now that was the worst answer it could give.
,,Sorry pal, but that isn’t going to happen. Now you can either go to rest or I’ll have to persuade you with a few pounds of good old silver. I have plenty of experience at ghostbusting. Now what is your answer, filthy piece of ectoplasm?”
His answer was a mad charge at me which ended with a thrust of silver and a big ball of fire. I wiped the drops of ectoplasm of my armour and went back to the Dark Elf.
,,He has agreed to go to rest, miss. You may return to the camp now. Oh and if it’s possible, could you possibly arrange a meeting between Skink from Sadrith Mora and the Wise Woman? I’ll have to go now, so I bid you farewell.” I recalled back to the guild hall. The woman had a much greater chance at persuading the Wise Woman then I did. It was all a matter of skin colouration.
Oh nice new update here Jacky, I'm sorry I did not reply on your last one.
AS normal, you give us a nice update, filled with Oasis facinating thoughs, and a little exitement, mixed with a little humor....please give us more.
AS normal, you give us a nice update, filled with Oasis facinating thoughs, and a little exitement, mixed with a little humor....please give us more.
Good update. When he said that he was going to put the ghost to rest I presumed that Luper was going to put it to rest the old fashioned way. I am waiting for the next update patiently.
As usual, I´m not commenting as much as I´d want to....but I have to agree with the other readers here, it´s a very good story and I´m enjoying reading it...even if I don´t comment after every installment!
I apreciate all the nice comments. This is probably the end of chapter 2. Luper won't get problems with the mages anymore (Though he does get problems with other people). I need some preparation for the next chapter, so it might take some time before I post again. Anyway, enjoy!
Skink was pleased to hear that I had managed to find someone who could arrange that meeting for him, but he was a bit distracted to say the least.
,,Blight, what makes it that more creatures are blighted every day?” He said to no one in particular.
That reminded me of the rat I’d met near Dagon Fel. If this Blight was contained by the Ghostfence, it wouldn’t hurt to start a small investigation of my own. I first transported to Balmora where I bought a couple of potions from Ajira as well as placing my mark back at my house there. After that, I transported to Ald’rhun from where I followed the signs to the Ghostgate.
Ashstorms, more Ashstorms and Cliffracers. How could those stupid birds possibly fly in this kind of weather? The closer I got to the fence, the worse the weather became. No matter what the damn Ghostfence contained, its weathercontrol was pathetic.
I only noticed he Ghostgate when I bumped into it. After hacking my way through a pair of Cliffracers, I felt my way to the door and went in.
The place I’d entered was known as the tower of dusk, according to the sign mounted on the wall. The place combined Redoran architecture with my least favourite people, Ordinators. I was going to hate this place.
Some of the people here displayed excessive wealth. I saw a few walking around in suits that had green crystals of some kind embedded into it and even a few with masks that looked like the head of that thing I met in the Daedric ruins.
,,I should kill that Guar, these boots are ruined.” And they had a herd of Guars around somewhere.
I rented a room for the night and then sat down with a drink to wait for the storm to pass.
Most people I saw in the room were pilgrims who had apparently come to visit a shrine. They were all laughing and telling stories about the hardships they had to endure while coming here. Among them was a very drunk mage who was talking about how he saved his life by summoning some sort of ridiculously overpowered Daedra he probably imagined on the spot.
He was getting louder with each glass he threw back, and more annoying. In the end, he had decided he would prove his skills at summoning and brought a Scamp into the room which started to trash the furniture. All the other pilgrims scattered in panic. So much for his super Daedra, Scamps weren’t very dangerous.
I put down my drink. You couldn’t even relax here with these drunks around. I took my Claymore out of its scabbard that I’d put on the ground next to my chair.
The Claymore sank deep in the Scamp’s chest and it clawed weakly at the blade as it blew out its last breath. The Claymore lifted out of the body and returned to my hand. I hadn’t even left my chair. Telekinesis was great if you felt lazy.
,,Next time you do that, this Claymore is going to end up somewhere else. Understand?” I said to the mage and returned to my drink. The room had gotten nice and quite. Probably cause I just scared the hell out of everyone.
I did some sightseeing as well as popping in at the armorer’s shop. This guy was loaded with the green stuff which he called glass. Damn expensive also. Just the sword would take all of my money. But there where always alternatives.
I waited till everyone went to sleep before coming out of my room. With a hand on my amulet of shadows, I went back to the armorer and robbed him blind. I then went into the room of another pilgrim, who had been boasting about his expensive suit of Ebony and relieved him of the burden. With the help of a few feather spells, I lugged it all out of the building and buried the stuff out of sight behind a hill. I also put my own possessions like my armour in the hole. With the ash blowing around, no one would know that I’d been digging and my clothes had already been dirty with the ash when I first came here, so no one would suspect me. Satisfied, I went back to my room to catch some sleep.
Next morning, I was awoken by the sound of people shouting and running around. Before I knew it, an Ordinator barged into the room.
,,You, Outlander! You must be the thief!” Yep, being an Outlander sure is handy.
I looked around the room as if I was confused and then answered on my most outraged tone.
,,Me, a thief?! I’ve been robbed blind myself! Where’s my Orcish armour?!”
The morning was quite funny. The Ordinators ran all over the place to interrogate people and find a suitable suspect. No one even thought of suspecting me since they all saw me as the victim. Finally I decided it was time to play out the last part of my scheme.
,,That’s it. I’m leaving!” I yelled and walked to the door. There were a few people claiming it would be suicide without armour and weapons, but I didn’t listen.
Outside, I took a look at the Ghostfence for the first time. It was a wonderful barrier of magicka, but I missed the roof. How where they going to contain anything if there wasn’t a roof? Any cliffracer or levitating mage could get past easily. That concluded the investigation, I dug up my loot and recalled back to Balmora with it.
Skink was pleased to hear that I had managed to find someone who could arrange that meeting for him, but he was a bit distracted to say the least.
,,Blight, what makes it that more creatures are blighted every day?” He said to no one in particular.
That reminded me of the rat I’d met near Dagon Fel. If this Blight was contained by the Ghostfence, it wouldn’t hurt to start a small investigation of my own. I first transported to Balmora where I bought a couple of potions from Ajira as well as placing my mark back at my house there. After that, I transported to Ald’rhun from where I followed the signs to the Ghostgate.
Ashstorms, more Ashstorms and Cliffracers. How could those stupid birds possibly fly in this kind of weather? The closer I got to the fence, the worse the weather became. No matter what the damn Ghostfence contained, its weathercontrol was pathetic.
I only noticed he Ghostgate when I bumped into it. After hacking my way through a pair of Cliffracers, I felt my way to the door and went in.
The place I’d entered was known as the tower of dusk, according to the sign mounted on the wall. The place combined Redoran architecture with my least favourite people, Ordinators. I was going to hate this place.
Some of the people here displayed excessive wealth. I saw a few walking around in suits that had green crystals of some kind embedded into it and even a few with masks that looked like the head of that thing I met in the Daedric ruins.
,,I should kill that Guar, these boots are ruined.” And they had a herd of Guars around somewhere.
I rented a room for the night and then sat down with a drink to wait for the storm to pass.
Most people I saw in the room were pilgrims who had apparently come to visit a shrine. They were all laughing and telling stories about the hardships they had to endure while coming here. Among them was a very drunk mage who was talking about how he saved his life by summoning some sort of ridiculously overpowered Daedra he probably imagined on the spot.
He was getting louder with each glass he threw back, and more annoying. In the end, he had decided he would prove his skills at summoning and brought a Scamp into the room which started to trash the furniture. All the other pilgrims scattered in panic. So much for his super Daedra, Scamps weren’t very dangerous.
I put down my drink. You couldn’t even relax here with these drunks around. I took my Claymore out of its scabbard that I’d put on the ground next to my chair.
The Claymore sank deep in the Scamp’s chest and it clawed weakly at the blade as it blew out its last breath. The Claymore lifted out of the body and returned to my hand. I hadn’t even left my chair. Telekinesis was great if you felt lazy.
,,Next time you do that, this Claymore is going to end up somewhere else. Understand?” I said to the mage and returned to my drink. The room had gotten nice and quite. Probably cause I just scared the hell out of everyone.
I did some sightseeing as well as popping in at the armorer’s shop. This guy was loaded with the green stuff which he called glass. Damn expensive also. Just the sword would take all of my money. But there where always alternatives.
I waited till everyone went to sleep before coming out of my room. With a hand on my amulet of shadows, I went back to the armorer and robbed him blind. I then went into the room of another pilgrim, who had been boasting about his expensive suit of Ebony and relieved him of the burden. With the help of a few feather spells, I lugged it all out of the building and buried the stuff out of sight behind a hill. I also put my own possessions like my armour in the hole. With the ash blowing around, no one would know that I’d been digging and my clothes had already been dirty with the ash when I first came here, so no one would suspect me. Satisfied, I went back to my room to catch some sleep.
Next morning, I was awoken by the sound of people shouting and running around. Before I knew it, an Ordinator barged into the room.
,,You, Outlander! You must be the thief!” Yep, being an Outlander sure is handy.
I looked around the room as if I was confused and then answered on my most outraged tone.
,,Me, a thief?! I’ve been robbed blind myself! Where’s my Orcish armour?!”
The morning was quite funny. The Ordinators ran all over the place to interrogate people and find a suitable suspect. No one even thought of suspecting me since they all saw me as the victim. Finally I decided it was time to play out the last part of my scheme.
,,That’s it. I’m leaving!” I yelled and walked to the door. There were a few people claiming it would be suicide without armour and weapons, but I didn’t listen.
Outside, I took a look at the Ghostfence for the first time. It was a wonderful barrier of magicka, but I missed the roof. How where they going to contain anything if there wasn’t a roof? Any cliffracer or levitating mage could get past easily. That concluded the investigation, I dug up my loot and recalled back to Balmora with it.
HAHA...that one was truly funny...a real Oasis solution, robbing eberyone blind while they were sleeping. But be carefull, he might get caugth.
AS for the whole chapter, I loved it, you have a really funny style to write in, and I have had many fun moments on this story. Thanks alot.
AS for the whole chapter, I loved it, you have a really funny style to write in, and I have had many fun moments on this story. Thanks alot.
Hahaha case closed, Ghostfence has no top. That makes perfect sense. Keep up the great work! I love this series!!!!
Hehe, that last bit was pretty funny. I love the comical aspect of this story, it seems as if the main character does not intend to be funny but he just is. I really like this story, please continue.
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