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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 10:16:06 GMT -5
The main story hasn't really even taken off yet. This was all really just a side track I had to take to get back from where the cyoa put me.. there is alot of clues I've written already to the future of Duric for those that really pay attention to the story. (I like to leave little clues that don't mean anything in my stories until later when your like OOooooooh now I get it.) The next post should put me back on track with the main story.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 8, 2006 10:28:51 GMT -5
I love foreshadowing. I almost forgot the guys name was Duric. I haven't heard it for ages. Are we every going to find out about the drifter?
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 10:38:33 GMT -5
Yeah I haven't been able to use his name for a while because its in 1st person, and he hasn't had any real interaction with anyone in a while...(nobody that knows him at least.)
And yes.. the drifters part in this story is far from over.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 8, 2006 10:41:44 GMT -5
I have a feeling it's going to get real good.
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Valgaera
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I am the Light within the Darkness
Je suis le Lumi?re dans l'Obscurit
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Post by Valgaera on Oct 9, 2006 16:32:43 GMT -5
Awe. Some. Kar. Ma For. You
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Post by Maliku on Oct 9, 2006 19:07:51 GMT -5
Valgaera, you need to conitnue your story.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 4:11:35 GMT -5
Awe. Some. Kar. Ma For. You Tha. Nk Y.O.U Valg.Aera!
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 6:36:55 GMT -5
Valgaera, you need to conitnue your story. ^......... Agrees
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 5:26:36 GMT -5
Back on my horse and I can see Leyawiin in the distance. The warmth of the rising sun is comforting on my skin, as I feel fortunate to finally be out of the swamp. As I waste no time, galloping towards the city gates. I’ve felt strange ever since I’ve left the marsh, almost as If I was not alone. Probably because I was being hunted not too long ago. Still it is enough to make me glance over my shoulder every now and again. I do my best to put those thoughts behind me as I think back on the events that have occurred.
First I notice my Syilvia has stopped sending me letters. Then the storm as my ship is stranded on that Ice cube of an Island Solstheim. And how can I forget the drifter we agree to let travel with us back to Leyawiin. The battle with the guards, that nearly ties a noose around my neck. My search for the drifter that leads me through the marshlands. The corpses of the Leyawiin guards, The dead dumner in the cave, and the attack of the werewolf. If that rescue party hadn’t shown up when it did. I would have been lunch for that beast.
That mage… said his name was Draconis. He had some impressive talents. Claimed to be a hunter, that specialized in hunting certain things. Werewolves for one. But I also heard mention of Vampires. He was a bounty hunter. He was in it for the money, still it didn’t matter to me. Draconis saved my life. He didn’t talk much. Just helped me to my feet, and asked me what I knew.
I told him about the drifter. I think he was more interested in him then the wolf. Like me I guess he realized that drifter must have had a enormous bounty on his head. Told him about the dead body in the cave, and the locations of the fallen Leyawiin guardsmen. He thanked me for my assistance, casted some kind of healing spell, that seemed to cure the pain in my ribs at least, and went on his way.
I felt a strange force when I was near Draconis. He was gifted in the Arcane arts, that was evident, but still… there was more to him. His dark blue cloak shimmered with some unknown enchantment. His hood down, casting a shadow along his eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was an Imperial, or perhaps… a Breton. I would bet the latter of the two. He talked softly everytime he spoke, not a whisper, but his voice traveled with a mystic presence that I sensed only I could hear.
I remember watching him as he continued on his way, walking deeper into the marsh, following his prey. His movements were graceful, as he seemed to resist gravity with each step. His cloak flowing lightly behind him as he disappeared behind the trees. I didn’t know how or why… But I knew we’d cross paths again.
I pull on the reins to my horse slightly, slowing down to a steady trot. I nod to the Guardsmen at the gate, hoping there is no bad blood between us any longer. I leave my horse just outside the gate. There was no need to take her to the stables, I would only be a minute. I needed to find Mazoga again, and let her know what was going on. It was too early for her to be at the White Stallion lodge. But I think I know where I can find her at.
I enter through the west gate and make my way into the Five Claws Lodge. The musty smell of dust greets me as soon as I step inside. The bar’s counter was unclean, and the proprietor could be seen, placing unwashed cups back under the bar. Four other patrons filled the small tavern. Two Imperials. One was dressed in leather armor, with a quiver of arrows and a steel bow strapped to his back. The other was much larger, garbed in a magnificent set of ebony armor with a shield who’s crest I didn’t recognize. The two barely acknowledged my presence, deep in conversation with eachother.
A Bosmer sat alone in a corner of the room. He held a fork in his hand, standing it prong end on the table with his index finger. He wore a dark cloak but the hood was removed showing his elven ears. He made a glance in my direction as I entered, but soon returned his attention to his silverware. An empty plate lies on the table before him, as I assume he is bored waiting for his food.
Food…. I almost forgot, but my stomach lets me know it hasn’t. I try not to let my face show my discomfort as I step into the room. My stomach growls loudly as I pull up a stool to the bar, and take a seat next to the last person in the room. Mazoga fills up the stool next to me. The Orc was large, but not wearing the massive armor she was before. Just some casual wear. It was nothing fancy, but it was still wasn’t like the Orc I once knew.
“Nice clothes” I said, with a sarcastic tone. “Marius Caro, has made you soft” I say with a grin.” She doesn’t turn to look at me as she replies. “Call me soft again little man, and I’ll show you just how much I remember from the old times.” She turns to look at me, trying to keep a straight face, but a smile slips from her lips. Her expression changes as she looks upon me. “You look like hell Duric.”
“I’ve had a very bad day.” I replied. She paused, I could tell she had something to tell me. I decided not to force her. I look away for a moment and see the bartender stocking shelves over the bar. He places a ripe apple on the counter and my stomach rumbles again. I reach into my pocket and toss some septims on the counter just as the bartender reaches for the apple. He stops and looks at the offer.
I’m guessing it was his own lunch but he nods his head in approval and tosses me the apple. After watching how dirty the bar is kept, I use my sleeve to clean off the apple. Its dirty, but probably not as dirty as the bar. Mazoga speaks again. “After speaking with you at the dock, I sent one of our scouts to Bravil to check on Syilvia.” My heart skips a beat, and time freezes a moment. I have to remind myself to breath. “Yes…?”
I can tell Mazoga is reluctant to speak, but she knows she doesn’t have a choice in the matter. “He returned not long ago. He couldn’t find her there. He checked with some of our friends in the Fighters Guild, but no luck.” Her voice was sad, and her news weakened my heart. “Theres more… I think fowl play is at work here. After paying one of the beggars in Bravil. He told my scout that he saw three men force theirselves into your house several weeks ago. Said they left with a large sack.”
Abducted? I thought to myself…. Or worse. “I’ve got to get back to Bravil… Did the scout find out anything else?” I ask with fleeting hope. “No my friend, I’m afraid not.” I slump slightly in my chair putting my weight against the counter. Mazoga could tell I was having a hard time with all of this, and attempts to change the subject. “I do have some good news though. I have squared things off with the count. You shouldn’t have any troubles in Leyawiin.”
I intended to tell Mazoga about my day, but no longer felt like doing so. My only concern now was for Syilvia. Still I tried to put on a false smile for Mazoga’s attempt to cheer me up. She smiles back and spots the apple in my hand. I see the intent in her eyes, and I dread the words I know are coming. “May I?” She asks motioning to the apple. Great, I think to myself… I’ve been starving for hours, after all I’ve been through all I wanted was a snack. Could my day get any worse?
I push the thought aside, Mazoga was my friend, and was helping me find Syilvia. She even loaned me her prize horse. “Sure” I say handing her the delicious looking apple. “I wasn’t really hungry anyway.” The action leaves me guilt free, but my stomach doesn’t approve, and lets me know by sending a sharp to my abdomen. “Thanks” Mazoga says, Taking a large bite out of the apple. She may of dressed more proper, but she still ate like an Orc. The entire apple vanishes core and all within a few seconds. She speaks again, the last bite still being chewed. “I haven’t…CRUNCH…. had breakfast yet, and…CRUNCH… it always takes over an hour…CRUNCH… to get anything here.”
“Don’t mention it” I say as I stand from the stool. I turn towards the door, adjusting my vest. “I better get going. It’s a long ride to Bravil. Any chance you could escape your duties and come with me?” I wait for an answer, but there isn’t one. “Mazoga?” I say as I turn towards the Orc. She remains on the stool, but was now slumped over the counter. Her head lies on the bar counter, facing me. Her eyes are wide open, as is her jaws.
A white foam fills her mouth, spilling across the surface of the bar. “MAZOGA!!” I yell as I rush to her side. Her eyes tell me the whole story, she is dead. For a moment I think I hear her try to speak, but its just the gurgle of the acid corroding her organs. What happened? She has no wound that I can see. No poisoned weapon could take effect this way. She was fine. We were talking and…… The Apple…
I’m fueled by rage, as I turn to the bartender. I grab him by the front of his shirt and push him against the wall, shattering bottles and glasses in the process. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!!” I shout as my hands find their way from his shirt to his neck. I clasp one hand tightly around his throat. I hear the sound of the two armed patrons approaching me from behind.
Without looking, I quickly draw my cutlass with my free hand, and point it in their direction. I hear them stop in their tracks, and I turn my head in their direction as I speak in a low threatening voice. “This doesn’t concern you. If you feel otherwise, feel free to come closer.” The men raise their arms not looking for a fight, at least, not this one. They step back slowly and return to their seats.
I return my attention to the barkeep. “ANSWER THE QUESTION!” His face turns purple, and It takes me a moment to realize its impossible for him to answer with the grip I have on his throat. I loosen it slightly as he gasps for air. “I…didn’t do.. anything.” His lies only make things worse. I go to draw my dagger, only to realize I left it in the back of the werewolf. “You better explain yourself, or I’m looking at a dead man.” The bartender loses control of his bodily functions. Urine stains the front of his trousers as tears flow heavily from his eyes.
I become tired of this. “What about the apple old man!” He looks confused, but his eyes soon widen. “Th..The…. Apple? That man gave it too me while I was stocking the shelves.” I look at him questionably. “What man!?!” He points over my shoulder towards the back of the tavern. “Th..Th... That man! The wood elf” I turn quickly to see what he’s pointing at, but there is nothing there. Just an empty chair in a dark corner of the room. The table in front of it has nothing but an empty plate and a fork stabbed through its middle.
“H..He…He was there..I..I…Swear IT!!” I let the bartender go. This was the work of a professional. And Assassins don’t piss theirselves. He was good, no doubt about that. But he made one big mistake already. He killed a friend of mine. I make a vow of revenge as I storm towards the door, my sword aching for blood. My thoughts are clouded with hatred and questions. Something tells me that apple was intended for me. But why? I need answers. I have to find out why I’m a Marked man.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 11, 2006 14:39:22 GMT -5
Death, that was some excellent writing. I didn't expect that poisoned apple at the end thats for sure.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 15:38:37 GMT -5
Thanks Maliku! I didn't think it was that long till I posted it.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 11, 2006 15:59:06 GMT -5
There is too many stories on here that I want finished. >_<
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 16:12:20 GMT -5
Well I'll definitely be finishing this one. I'm hoping to get alot done tonight. Hopfully I'll have at least three more for this story done before tomorrow.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 11, 2006 16:14:45 GMT -5
Yay!
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Raistlin
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I'm tired.
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Post by Raistlin on Oct 11, 2006 16:19:34 GMT -5
He spoke softly everytime he spoke, not a whisper, but his voice traveled with a mystic presence. Sounds a bit like Raistlin.
I love what you did to mazoga. i hate orcs.
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