This is my first Fan fiction and if anyone likes it I will add to it as time passes.


In all my adventures around Morrowind I never felt so sad as when I found a body in an ancestral tomb journal in hand. As I look at the door upon entering it was obvious that this door could only be opened from the outside and this poor adventurer had been trapped inside. I picked up the journal and read the last entry to understand what exactly had happened to this adventurer.

"I write to you for possibly the final time as I carve my final Epitaph in this wall and write my final journal entry. To know me entirely would take a lifetime. I'm not well known even in my end and likely will never be recognized for all of the great deeds I have done the great island of Morrowind. Many have never heard my name or of my accomplishments and likely never will. My greed and lust for money has led me to my end and left my task unfulfilled. In this journal I have kept entries of my accomplishments in their entirity."

I sat down gently laying my sword beside me and flipped to the front of the journal to read how he had gotten here and what had happened to him and this is what it said,

"Today I awoke from my sleep to a strange dream. The dream was not bad but I have forgotten most of it but one thing I can remember was the soft voice of a woman. You have been chosen, fear not for I am watchful." Probably a side effect of the awful drink I had been given by the guards. Oh yes I've yet to explain that I am on an Imperial prison ship. The reason is unknown to me for I have suffered a loss of almost all of my memory previous to my time on the ship. I was not the only prisoner on the ship though, there was also a strange man with pale blue skin named Jiub. His voice was deep and piercing though he was always nice and friendly. I feel sick as the boat sways in the water, it is clear that we have run into a storm on our way to our destination."

As I read the first entry in the man's journal I felt sorry for him already. He had no clue about his past. That is a horrible way to live. I knew this wasn't a safe place to continue reading so I took the journal but left all of his personal belongings on his body. I wasn't one to rob from the dead...well I was robbing an ancestral tomb so I guess that's a lie, but I still don't want to rob this particular man. I had a recall spell set to the Eight Plates in Balmora so with a movement of my hands and whispering the correct words I was lifted into darkness and appeared in the Pub.

Very good! I like it....you have a nice almost gentle way of describing what your charachter encounters.....very good, please write more!

wow nice start Kiln. Good to see another view, please keep writing

I like it.

Upon my appearance at the pub the patrons were startled other than Dulnea the mistress and owner of the bar. This bar was not too popular and there were few patrons, that's why I always liked it so much.

A sturdy looking Dark Elf was helping an Imperial woman down the stairs to the rooms, the girl looked exhaused. I was hoping they hadn't rented the last room and I started talking to Dulnea. I had known her for some time and I had become a regular at her pub.

"How is business lately?" I asked her

"Well enough Kiln, can I get you something?" she replied

"Do you have any rooms I can rent for the night?" I asked

"Sorry Kiln, an Imperial named Serene just rented the last of them."

Still tired I walked out of the pub in the direction of the fighters guild. Someone had taken my bed at my favorite place at the inn. Usually only people who had recently arrived in Balmora and myself slept at Eight plates so Serene probably had needed the room more than I had anyways. However losing my room wasn't that bad because I could go to the fighters guild and sleep it just wasn't as relaxing as sleeping at the Eight Plates, probably the pub's bard and his soft music that relaxed me versus the loud clanging of the trainers at the Fighters Guild.

I walked in and was greeted by several members of the guild on my way down the stairs. I sat on the bottom bunk of the bed on the far right side of the room and opened the torn red journal to the next entry.

"The storm has finally let up. Jiub and I have become quite close since our journey began. I've gotten to know him and since I can't remember my past, he is the only friend I can ever remember.

I needed water or a blade so I could see my reflection, I was still quite unaware of what my face looked like. All I knew was what I had remembered. And that was that I was an Imperial named Tiren. Memories come and go for me now and I've come to accept the fact that my memory may never fully return to me. Though I do wish I could remember my parents and childhood.
Talking about it makes me feel depressed and confused so I've been trying to stop thinking about such things but with no avail."

I was incredibly tired so put the journal into my satchel and tied the top shut tight. I layed it and my armor beside the bed and layed down. No sooner did my head hit the pillow did sleep come to me. I dreamt of the coming day and what I would do but moreso wondered what the journal would reveal about the man in the tomb.

Sorry for the double post but it felt weird putting this into the one with my story.
Anyways thanks for being so positive and supportive.

good job.
funny, you know, how all sorts of storys have references to Minque's character.

Wooah....So Tiren was one of the unknown guys at Eight Plates when Serene arrived..hmmm interesting.......you are keeping the nice writingstyle......I do like it...so

Sir can i have some more please?

Soulseeker: Have they???? hmmm just 2 as far as I know..hehe, well she´s popular my Serene then...

Minque: well those were the two I was refering to, if any others have references to her then I don't know about it (which is plasible)

To Minque: Well I wanted to have a reference to your story somewhere within mine because yours is really what inspired me to write this and an actual book I've started writing with my own ideas not based off of morrowind and such. I thought of the journal thing and went with it and it will be mentioned often in my story as you can see.

Well as I said I´m honoured......feel free to refer to her.......

Here you go
<--- Unless they get a jonajosa like smiley, wizards will replace it for me.

alll you got to do is fund his avatar and right-click it, copy the image location, and then set it up as an [IMG] thing

The night passed and he woke up to the loud swordplay in the training room. He wished the guild bedrooms had been placed further from the training area so he could've slept for longer but he was ready to go outside and wander about for the day.

So he picked up his heavy steel chestplate and slid it on. Picked up his pack and tied it to his back. He looked around searching for his sword, though unable to find it he got on his knees and felt around under the bed.

"Where did I put my blade?" he wondered to himself...then it came to him..."The ancestral tomb where the journal came from!"

He wondered how he had forgotten his father's blade, such an important heirloom to him yet he had left it at the tomb. He had found the tomb by accident while picking mushrooms and was unsure where to find it again so he went to the silt strider port and payed his way to Hla Oad.

He had remembered going up the bank to the west picking plants, and mushrooms, and things of that nature but the distanct down the coast he was unsure of. He remembered passing a large boat along the way and a cove but he couldn't remember how far it was from that point to the tomb.

So he walked slowly along the shore carefully scanning the area for the tomb. The tomb was not far from the boat as he remembered but the boat may have left for another destination or moved further up the coast, either way it was gone.

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Sorry this one is so short but company just arrived and I'll continue later or tomorrow. Oh yeah and the tomb is really in the game along the west coast of Hla Oad if you want to visualize what it looks like.

nice nice nice.......can´t wait for the next update.....

good job and hope the whole company thing goes well. keep up the good work

The boat had gone but the small dock was still somewhere along the coastline. When he saw it he would know he was near the tomb.

He walked along the beach combing coast for the dock and finally he saw it. Then one of the most annoying creatures on the entire island let out it's loud screech. He looked to the sky and ducked down hoping not to be caught by the cliff racer unarmed.

They were huge birds with sharp beaks and a tail that could pierce weaker armor he only wore a chestplate, which left the majority of his body open for attack. Cliff racers were weak and easy to kill if one was armed however at this time he was not.
So he moved quietly toward the few trees lining the bank and tried to stay near them so the creature wouldn't spot him.

He passed the cove and followed around the bank until he saw the familiar looks of the entrance of an ancestral tomb. Just as he walked into the open, the cliff racer descended upon him. He rushed into the tomb but the bird beat on the door with it's sharp tail trying to break through.

He ran down through the sublevels of the tomb and saw his sword shining on the floor. He grabbed it and ran back up the stairs and opened the door. The creature dropped on him trying to jab with it's tail. Kiln barely moved each time as the beast thrust his tail forward he also stabbed for it's tender underbelly trying to kill it.

He missed several times before he finally struck the animal right where he wanted to and it let out one final screech as it's lifeless body hit the ground. Kiln wasn't used to fighting a creature with such agility and was quite tired.

So he sheathed his sword and entered the tomb once again, this time to rest. He sat down near the skeletal corpse of Tiren, the man who had written the journal to rest. Most would've thought it strange to sit next to a corpse but it didn't bother Kiln. He opened the journal and picked up where he had left off.

"The boat has come to a hault and Jiub said he thinks they will let us go! I am nervous about being released. What will I do? What will people around me think of me? So many thoughts flow through me right now that will be answered soon. Jiub and I are ready to taste the fresh air once again. I'm still not sure why I've been imprisoned anyways. What did I do that was so bad? I hope to find out along my journey who I once was before this all started."

Kiln closed the journal and looked down at the dusty floor of the tomb. His body felt numb. He needed a place to sleep but the whispering in the tomb made him feel uneasy. So he tried to use a spell to take him back to town, but he was to tired to concentrate and couldn't cast it so he would stay in the tomb for the night.

Only a fool would travel so late when the animals really start to move about. But one thing bothered him. He thought that the name Tiren had sounded familiar, it wasn't a common name but he couldn't remember if he had met him before. He eventually decided that they had never met but something about the name was still bothering him though he wasn't sure what.

good job Kiln! a mystery is at hand

I really wanted people to feel like Kiln felt some sort of connection and familiarity with this guy which justifies him to carry around this journal and hang onto every word it says. Not that he would do that with every journal he ever found but rather that he felt like he somehow knew this guy. Are you guys feeling it or do I need to change it up?

I think you make us feel what he feels....actually..as i´ve said i like your style and i´m looking forward to read the next part

This is a fairly long on but I hope you all like it.
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Kiln took off his armor and laid it to the side. The floor was horribly dirty so he didn't want to lay on it so he propped his back to the wall and tried to sleep.

Sleep did not come easy as there were no comforts to help him drift off the way he usually had. The whispering was starting to get to him too. The voices all blended together to make a dull swishing noise throughout the tomb which was unnerving to him. He finally managed to sleep but he awoke off and on throughout the night.

The next morning was quite an ecstatic moment for him because he finally was able to leave the tomb. He wanted to go to town quickly so he prepared to cast a spell to recall him to civilization.

He went through the ritual of hand movements and chants to take him back to town.

The inn was a wonderful sight for him. He had survived in the wilderness over night before but this was different. He thought voices filling the tomb were going to drive him insane but it was safe nonetheless.

Finally back in town he realized just how hungry he was, he had to get something to eat. The Eight Plates was hardly the place for eating, the food was okay but not that good so he headed down the street to the lucky lockup. It was his favorite place to eat. Hunger had taken it's toll on him, he was weak and barely able to stand. Kiln had a great meal consisting of eggs and marshmerrow leaving him feeling refreshed.

An argonian bumped into him and nearly gagged, it was also painstakingly clear that he hadn't bathed in some time now. He paid the man for the food and left through the arch in the wall out of town. He took off his armor and laid it on the ground sitting the satchel on top of it and lying his clothing out away from the water.

He stepped into the water and submerged himself a few times and swam around to be sure he removed all of the grime and filth he had collected. At that moment he felt a sharp pain shoot through his right leg. He yelled and splashed as he made his way out of the water, apparently he hadn't noticed where the cliff racer had barely cut his skin just enough for the fish to smell the blood in the water.

He picked up rocks and threw them at the huge fish that had bitten him hoping to kill it or at least scare it away. That was enough bathing for the day so he wrapped his leg cloth and used chewed up hack-lo leaves from a nearby plant to help prevent infection. He dressed himself, put his armor on, and strapped his belt.

He was headed back to town to find a place to rest. He didn't need to sleep but he needed to sit and relax for awhile he had been on edge since he had come back from the tomb.

He returned to the Eight Plates and rented a bed, it seemed Serene had cleared out days before and the room was open once again. He entered and sat in the chair. It was a perfect time to read the journal.

"I had another strange dream last night but I can't remember most of it. Anyways today is the day that Jiub and I are to be freed. I can't wait."

The journal had ended but continued later.

"The ship has arrived at a town called Seyda Neen as the officer told me. I will be freed however my good friend Jiub will not be freed here, his stop is later on. I said my goodbyes to him and wished him luck in his new life.

I stepped out and breathed the fresh air, it was my first time to do so in weeks. I looked around seeing strange and foreign land all around me, it was truly breath taking.

Then I was led to the Census building to be recorded for my release. The man at the desk asked me alot of strange questions and seemed delighted with everything I had to say. Strangely he seemed pleased with every answer I gave him. I can't wait to see more of this strange place."

Kiln lies the journal beside the bed and goes upstairs to listen to the singing of the few drunk patrons sitting at the bar.

He sat at the table listening to the two men fight and argue, though it seemed to be good natured. They were in the bar alot drinking and yelling.

Kiln wasn't tired enough to sleep so he went out to walk. He went down the paths worn down by the busy townsfolk. Lanterns and torches lit the doors of some shops, and some windows provided light throughout the streets. He had forgotten how big the town was. Not forgotten but time without visiting the various parts of the town had distorted his memory of it.

Without anything to focus on, his mind drifted and he thought of the long dead adventurer known as Tiren and how his memory had been lost. The journal was old as was the body. Maybe he was meant to find the body and the journal. The mans journal stated that his task was not completed.

What was his task? And why did his name sound so familiar but at the same time it was not familiar to him at all? Why was ultimately the question he had about just about everything that had happened to him recently.

He felt weak all of the sudden and his entire body was numb and hot. He rolled up his pants looking over the fairly large and deep cut it had left in his leg. What if the fish had been diseased? What if this was because of the fish? His leg didn't burn though. He started to sweat, he got incredibly dizzy and he fell to the ground. He saw the bonemold helmet of one of the guards standing over him and darkness closed in around him as the guard yelled for help.

I like the content really! But I have one important comment...try paragraphing! Huge masses of text are not so easy to read....otherwise it is quite good!

Quite an interesting story- I like the vehicle of Kiln reading the journal and becoming involved in Tiren's story through it.

good job Kiln.
one peice of advice, it's not a biggie but try using spellcheck or something, but other then that I think your story is coming out relly well

I'm glad the journal thing works out with people liking it at first I wasn't really sure what kind of reaction I would get from it. Sorry about spelling errors throughout my story but I don't have a spellcheck.

Minque: I'm not exactly sure how I would split this into chapters and paragraphs and such.

Hey! I can help with that! paragraphing i mean..and i have a spellcheck, also in english, so i´ll pm you my mail adress and you just send me the word-files....

I don't actually have an e-mail address per say it's actually my girlfriend's account so I'll have to get a password so I can get into it.

This is more like a draft anyways, I'm just getting the content down and then I'll split it into paragraphs and things like that. Unless it's that important to do it now.

ok..then i might edit one of your posts.....paragraphing that is, just to show you....if you allow me to..

That's cool with me completely fine.

Edit:Wow that looks great and it will probably help people focus on the importance of each scene. Thanks.

Soo...I paragraphed all your parts.....looking a bit better yes.... and I´m always willing to help if needed...

I was going to say when I opered up the topic I thought it looked different

Kiln looked around and his vision was terribly blurred. Two more guards rushed to his aid as he finally lost consciousness. A dark voice came to him in his sleep and bade him to serve his master, as he would be welcomed into the ranks. There was more to it but he had forgotten most of it. Surely, it was a dream induced by the disease he had gotten.

He awoke later in a room with people all around him, they were studying him. His vision was still blurred and sound was distorted. He could hear people talking and moving about but nothing was distinctive about what was going on around him. He was terrified as color swirled around him, the room seemed to move as if it was alive. And a deep strange but not threatening voice bade him to serve his master again. The room closed in and he blacked out again.

He reawoke once again but this time his vision was returning and he could hear almost normally. He sat up and glanced around the room briskly, trying to figure our where he was. He recognized he was at the temple, not because he regularly visited the place but it was because this was the place he had bought most of the potions he'd used to speed up the healing of cuts and all sorts of wounds.

A priestess walked over to him and leaned down, looking carefully into his eyes. It was clear that she was examining him but she looked confused.
"What disease did I have?" Kiln asked her
"No disease." She replied
"What?" Kiln asked even more confused than before when he was sure he had a disease.
"You have no disease child. You are perfectly fine." She told him
Kiln looked at her puzzled.
"Strange how it happened. You fell outside and we thought you were diseased when we saw the bite on your leg. But no matter how hard we tried to revive you, you would not wake." She added


Kiln had no idea what had happened to him and neither did any of the priests around the temple. Hours afterwards they decided he was fine, the priests told him that it may have been from too much bloodloss from the bite, for it was rather large. Kiln left the temple headed for his room at the Eight Plates.

When he arrived at the Eight Plates he rented his favorite room and assured Dulnea that he would pay her for the last five rentals when he was able. Dulnea allowed him to have the room for the night and he walked down the stairs into the room. He was incredibly exhausted but was unable to sleep having faced such a traumatic experience. Deep down he was afraid because he knew there was no way bloodloss could've caused such distortion of the world around him and the strange dreams that had come.
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I tried to paragraph things this time(If I did it wrong someone please point out my errors I need to learn this.)I lack a spell check to fix my writing so if there are any mistakes I apologise.

well from my little (i think) knowledge, I think you did fine and the story is coming out well.

To try and take his mind off of the events that had occurred he sat in the chair at the edge of the room and relaxed. Though his thoughts quickly returned to what had happened he tried not to think about what had happened earlier. In desperation he picked up the journal and opened to the next page.

"After answering all of the questions I was asked I was given my release papers and directed by a guard to walk down a hallway and to my right to leave the office. And when I entered the room to leave the building I saw food and expensive wares all around the room. I'm not usually one to steal things but I was desperate. So I took what food I would need and the dagger but I left everything I didn't need alone. I woudn't have even taken the bread and the jerky in the barrels but people aren't exactly fed well on prison ships."

Kiln still felt somehow that he had at least heard the name of Tiren before but it was at the back of his mind, taunting him. And he read on.

"After taking what I needed from the room I walked out the door. The air was wonderful outside with mist from being so close to the water. The next thing I noticed was that there was a wall that restricted people from leaving into the town without going through the next building. The food I had wouldn't last long so popped open a barrel that was beside the doorway into the next building. There was no food inside but there was a ring that looked nice so I took it."

Kiln was finally tired enough that he could sleep so he put the journal away and took off his armor lying it beside the bed. He laid there staring at the roof of the inn. He was drawn to Seyda Neen, the starting point of Tiren's adventure. He would visit there tomorrow just to see what Tiren had saw the day he arrived. But for now he had to sleep.

good job Kiln!

You´re doing just fine! paragraphing and all...the story is very good and has agood flow ...So keep it up!!


S.G.M

Still doing a fine job keeping the story moving ahead (actually, both stories- the journal and the "present-day"). Some nice descriptive passages, plus the mystery of who Kiln's "master" might be....

Thanks everyone. I wanted everyone to feel connected between both characters. I want people to get to know both of them and kind of take their minds off of the fact that Tiren has already died.
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Kiln awoke late in the evening and got together all of his belongings, ready to take a trip to Seyda Neen. He walked out the door and into the streets of Balmora bound for the Silt Strider. He asked the Strider's master about the ride and payed the fee.

He wasn't even close to being rich and even the Silt Strider fee nearly took all of his money, he hadn't ever really had much money, just enough to get him by in life. The ride was long as the huge insect walked to it's destination at the Silt Strider port in Seyda Neen.

He climbed off of the creature and thanked it's master, and looked around at the swampy landscape surrounding him. It was low class and small just how he liked things. The place that caught his attention most was the lighthouse on the edge of town. It seemed the perfect place to sit down and read more of the journal.

So he walked toward the lighthouse slowly, admiring the bright and seemingly innocent surroundings. He walked up the wooden stairway and deck to the lighthouse but stopped right outside the door and sat, letting his feet hang off the side of the deck. After settling in he once again opened the journal to read.

"I walked into the next building to give the captain my papers. But before I left he said something about orders and gave me some papers. I almost immediately went to the lighthouse where I found out what the villagers called a mudcrab exactly looks like. It came toward me trying to catch my leg with his crushing pincers. Someone warned me about the crabs and a few other animals. But when Cliff racers were mentioned, the man got a disgusted look on his face. I wondered why. But I would soon find out why."

He stopped reading for a while to go to the local shop and buy himself something to eat.
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By the way, I really hate cliff racers.

good job, and I think that everyone hate cliff racers

Very good for a first fic, you have a knack for describing surroundings.

Hunger had descended upon him incredibly quickly and he was in search of something to eat. He looked for an inn. After asking around about where to find such a place, and being laughed at, he realized that such a small town would not have an inn. So he asked if there was any place in this town where he could get food and the only reply he got was to go to the tradehouse.

After a few minutes of searching he found the tradehouse. It would've been harder to find in a large city but Seyda Neen was very small and the only shop was glorified and marked well by a sign so everyone would know that it was the only service in town.

So Kiln walked in and greeted the shopkeeper, and asked him what he had to eat there. The owner joked, saying they had the best store in town and Kiln had to agree. The owner walked upstairs and came down with a few pieces of scrib jerky. The tender flesh from the small creatures tasted wonderful so Kiln bought more. He was also served an ash yam but it wasn't to his tastes, he ate it but it wasn't very good.

Kiln asked about beds but there were none for rent so Kiln walked out of the building looking carefully for some place to stay. He saw a large group of small makeshift shacks made from wood near the coast and moved for a closer look. One shack stood out from the rest, it looked unmaintained and deserted. On the side of the door was a marking, it said "Foryn Gilnith". He knocked on the door a few times but there was no answer so he entered.

The inside of the house looked like there had been a huge struggle. The lantern was burnt out and had been knocked over on the ground. It was the same with the table and a barrel near the door. This place had been robbed or someone had been in a fight here at the very least but as there were no valuables, he figured someone had robbed it.

He sat down in the hammock against the back wall. It felt strange sleeping where someone might have been killed but a lot less strange than sleeping in the tomb. He would never do that again. But as he laid there he wondered what had happened there but alas, he managed to drift into a deep peaceful sleep.
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Sorry about not having a journal entry this time but it would throw off the plot.

good job Kiln

I will trust your judgement, Taking that that is the only thing to do at the moment

I just realized that I failed to mention what race Kiln was and describe him in the beginning. Kiln is a young Dark Elf adventurer with his hair pulled back and spiked, with blue ritualistic facepaint if that helps any with the visualization. I will add it into the beginning parts when I have time.
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Kiln rose from the hammock and walked through the door outside. He looked around, sunrise was somehow different here, it was peaceful and calming. There was a rather large tree near one of the houses in town and he sat down beside it to read for a while. He settled in and opened the little red journal to where he had left off and started reading.

"I was terribly bored today so I went walking on the shoreline near the Seyda Neen. I had walked only a short distance when I found the body of a man that I presumed was the tax collector that I heard had been missing for some time now. I took the gold and the tax report off his body to keep for myself but strangely I wanted to do the right thing so I ran back to town and told the man that runs the Census office."

Kiln thought for a moment about how he would've done things. He would've kept the gold and not tell anyone about finding his body. But that was how he was, he didn't care about Imperial business. His only concerns were about Morrowind, not the Empire.

" After hearing my story of finding the body he asked me for the gold but didn't care to see the tax report for some reason. He also asked me to look around and see if I can find out anything about the murder. I agreed to snoop around a bit to try and find out more about what might have happened to the man. But for now I'm off to eat and find a place to sleep."

Kiln knew how he'd felt. He had done the same thing the night before. Which struck him as odd. Why had he slept in an old shack rather than just go back to Balmora? He couldn't think of any good explanations for why he had stayed as long as he had. He wondered if Tiren had found out what had become of the tax collector as he stood, still undecided of what he would do next.

good job, please keep updating

Very good story here, interesting approach really..and easy to read as well...so you have a talent for this.....

ehhm.....more please?

I'm preoccupied at the moment with a few more important things.(Not that this isn't important to me but it's rather a lack of time. But expect an update within a day or two.

ok, thats fine

I have had more time than I had anticipated because things didn't go as I had hoped today. So I have returned to writing my story.(Sorry for any spelling mistakes as I am very tired.)
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He thought for a moment and finally decided to look into what had happened to the tax collector. He asked around but it was clear that none of the citizens remembered him so he went to someone who would. And that someone was Socucious Ergalla, the young man at the Census office from the journal.

Kiln wasn't sure when exactly the journal was written and he wasn't even sure if the Census agent was still alive. So he entered the administration building and passed through what looked like a small dining room and down the hallway to his left he found the main office. Upon his arrival he saw the man who had been young but it had been some time now. The journal was obviously written years before present time.

Socucious was sitting in a chair beside the desk adding up the taxes. Kiln approached him and introduced himself. After a while of talk Kiln gradually eased in asking about the tax collector years ago. The old man stared off in bewilderment, it was quite clear that he had no memory of what had happened. Apparently age had taken it's toll on him.

Kiln asked him again what had happened to the tax collector hoping that he would remember and explained that he was wondering how the case was resolved. But alas, the old tax collector had little idea who Tiren had been so Kiln assumed that the investigation of the tax collector's murder had never come to it's completion. But he had yet to read the next few pages in the journal he was carrying...
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THE END.

nice and the end!?!? what, you just started