Post by darknerevar on Sept 25, 2006 17:59:03 GMT -5
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Kendren, a man of 27 years, walked into the bar in Cheydinhal. He looked around him; most people sat alone, silently drinking ale. A couple sat in groups, quietly muttering about themselves. Kendren strode to the bar and ordered one cold beer. The bartender gave him a quick glance then filled a silver tankard for him. He paid the man and looked around once more. He was not here for just the beer. A young man, finely dressed in long robes opened the door and stepped into the bar. He went right towards a group of two men and sat down. Right away the two men grew silent. Then the young man opened his robes and pulled out a silver object, fairly long, and sharp by what Kendren observed. He held it out in front of him for the two men to see, and one man commented on it. Kendren finished the beer and set the tankard on the counter. The bartender took to washing it and Kendren walked towards the table where the man with the silver object sat. He sat beside them, at another table.
“.... when he walks into here, walk over to him and invite him to our table. I'll give the signal when I'm ready, got it?" said the man dressed in robes.
Kendren pondered at what the man said. It sounded an awful lot like the man was about to kill someone.
Kendren decided that he would stick around for this, reporting a murder would net him big money. To pass the time until whoever was going to come into the bar came, Kendren ordered another beer, but only half of a tankard this time. He didn't want to become too drunk...
Just then, the bell hanging from the door rang, and in stepped a man of about Kendrens age. He was clad in heavy steel armor. His long brown hair came down to his shoulders and Kendren noticed a longsword sheathed by his side. The man looked around and walked towards the bartender. He ordered two beers and sat down at a table opposite of the three men. The two men from the other table walked over to the man in armor.
"Would you like to come sit with us?" one of the men asked.
"Oh, no, I'll be fine right here, thanks.,†replied the brown haired man.
"Please, we insist." said the other man
Kendren eyed the young man with the silver object. He was watching his two men carefully, practically on the edge of his seat. He seemed nervous, perhaps he really did have the intention of killing this man. Kendren walked leisurely to the table where the brown haired man sat.
"Could I join you?" Kendren asked the man.
"Please, sit down." replied the brown haired man.
The two men talking before looked at Kendren. One man scrunched his eyebrows together, as if squinting.
The young man walked over, hand in his robe pockets. He seemed to be fumbling with something.
"I'm sorry, are my men bothering you?" asked the young man.
"No, they were only trying to invite me to your table, please, sit down." said the brown haired man.
The young man began to sit down, and the moment he did, he whipped out a silver dagger, drew back his hand to throw it, and started it forward. Kendren caught his hand in his own and the two men from before drew their swords. Kendren glanced at the armored man, and he looked back at Kendren, understandingly. The man drew his sword and stood up, dodging a blow to his mid-section. The young man wrestled with Kendren, trying to get his hand free. Kendren used his strength to break the young mans wrist. The young man stood up, screaming.
"You will pay for this I swear it!" the man yelled, running towards the door...
Kendren thought about going to kill the man, but then decided that it wasn't in his nature to end ones life so quickly. He turned towards the two men. They were engaged in heated combat with the armored man. Kendren could see that the armored man could hold his own in a battle, even outnumbered. Even so, he picked up the dagger and rushed to the armored mans side, dodging a blow to the head along the way. Both men were now intent on killing both of them, here and now. The two men were both equipped with longswords, steel, by the look of them. They wore no armor over the whole of their bodies. Each looked like strong, fierce enemies, and Kendren wondered how the armored man fighting beside him had held his own.
"You aren't going to do much with that dagger there!" the man said, parrying a blow to his left leg. "Grab the longsword off of my back, and hurry about it."
Kendren hadn't noticed the second longsword on the man's back, and cursed himself for being unweary. He snatched the longsword off of the mans back, and spun around just in time to catch an attempt at his back. He worked the blade in circles around the mans blade and caught his wrist. Kendren heard it snap and the man dropped his sword. Kendren drew back his sword and cleaved through the man, right through his middle. The man looked surprised, and then collapsed. As his body hit the ground, it split in two, and Kendren looked away in disgust.
"Nice fight, might'nt you have kept it a little cleaner though?" the armored man asked him.
Kendren turned around to see the second man, dead as well. The armored man had finished his fight.
"Ah well, at least your safe and sound. Wouldn't want to be injured eh?" the man chuckled.
"Yeah, I supppose." said Kendren, a little wearily.
"What happened to the other one? The one with the robes?" asked the armored man suddenly.
"He left a while back. I didn't bother with him." replied Kendren.
"What! You let him get away? We have to go finish him off! Come on!" the armored man called, running to the door.
Kendren looked around at the other people in the tavern, they all looked a little shaken. He picked up the dead mans sword and walked out of the tavern. The armored man was just outside, looking around for the young man.
"So you decided to come eh?" the man asked
"Yeah, I couldn't let you search alone now could I?" Kendren answered back. Kendren did not know what the man intended to do when he found the young man, but he had a good speculation.
"Your pretty good with a sword." said Kendren.
"Yes, well I learned from a good teacher." the man replied "Say, I never got your name."
"My name is Kendren, I'm from Morrowind." Kendren said.
"Ah, the lovely blight country. I heard everything with the disease is going well?" the man said
"Yes, the devil Dagoth Ur is no more, but enough of my home. What do you plan to do with the young man when you find him?" Kendren asked.
The man walked a little farther ahead, and said
"I intend to get a little information from him."
"By what means?" Kendren asked.
"I've my own ways to do things, and you've yours." the man snapped.
Kendren spent the rest of the afternoon searching many of Cheydinhals houses, finding nothing of course.
"He has to be somewhere around here." said the man
"What about that house? The broken down one, just over there." replied Kendren.
The house looked very, very old, and all of the windows were broken. There was a well in the back of the property, but it did not look like it had been used in a very long while.
"Yes, lets search that house." said the man.
Kendren gazed at the dark house. He wondered if the man was really inside of it.
"Well, if were going to go, lets go now." said the armored man, starting for the door. Kendren followed a couple strides behind.
Suddenly, a voice could be heard from the inside of the house.
"....coming in here. Go now! Before they see you!" the voice said, barely above a whisper.
"Did you hear that?" asked Kendren.
"Hear what?" the man replied.
"I heard a voice from the inside telling someone to leave." Kendren told the man.
"Getting scared are we?" the man taunted.
"No, I'm being honest." Kendren retorted.
"Ah well, mightn't it've been your imagination playing tricks on you?" asked the man, chuckling.
"Lets skip this house, I've got a bad feeling about it."
Then, out of the doorway shot an arrow. The arrow hit the armored man in the breast, and he collapsed in a heap.
"Down!" cried a guard, not ten strides away from Kendren.
Kendren dove to the ground, drawing his longsword. He rolled over to the man and checked his vital signs. No pulse, no breathing...damn, he must be dead.
Kendren walked in a half crouch to the doorway and peered through a broken window. He caught a glimpse of a shadow and ducked back underneath the windowsill. Another arrow shot through the window opposite Kendren, then, the door burst apart. In its place stood an orc, armed with a huge, gleaming, battleaxe. The orc's eyes bore into the guard standing in front of him. The guard’s pupils seemed to get smaller. He hadn't seemed to notice Kendren though, and he thought it a good time to surprise the orc.
"Time for you to die!" screamed the orc raising his battleaxe. It descended towards the guard, who in turn raised his shield. Kendren snuck up behind the orc slowly. The guard screamed as the shield was rent in two and his armed severed. Kendren shoved his longsword forward with all of his might, putting the whole of his weight into the blow. It caught the orc on the backside.
The orc looked down at his new bellybutton. Kendrens blade protruded through the rocs body.
"Ah, Ah! Look what you've do-" the orc gasped, grasping his stomach before kneeling on the ground. The guard, still squirming on the ground, summoned his courage and picked up his longsword. Then, he walked groggily over to the orc, and rent his head in two. Kendren turned away, the orcs death was a horrible one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Kendren saw the shadow move. It disappeared down the corridor in the house.
Kendren turned away from the house and looked towards the armored man lying in a pile. He still was not breathing, what else could he be but dead?
"Please, citizen, help me." a voice cried.
Kendren spun around towards the sound. The guard, now panting on the ground, was extremely pale. He had lost alot of blood. Kendren knew that if he didn't do something he would die. Kendren left the armored mans side and walked towards the guard. He bent down and inspected the guards arm, or, what was left of it. It was beyond him on what he should do. If I screw this up, he may die by my hands. Kendren thought.
"Please, help me. I have-have a w-wi-fe at home, a-and k-k-kids. Do-n't let me d-di-ie out here." the guard said weakly. Kendren gazed at the man guiltily...
Alright, hold still while I do this." Kendren told the guard sternly.
"Yes, I w-will hold s-st-ill." the guard said shakily.
Kendren did not know the half of what he was doing. He remembered reading in a scroll once that, if the would was open and bleeding profusely, you would have to use an advanced spell. But his arm was CUT OFF. It wasn't just open, it was severed. He imagined that he would have to repair the bone and muscles in his arm, then rebuild his flesh and blood.
"Alright, here goes." Kendren said, under his breath.
Kendren's hand glowed with a soft blue light, he placed his two forefingers on the severd bone in the middle of the mans arm. The guard whimpered in pain, trying to hold it in, but it must have been unbearable, as he let out a scream.
"I'm sorry, but this will hurt alot more than that." Kendren said.
The bone was not only severed off, but because the orc followed all the way through the guards arm, the broken bone became twisted. So Kendren had to twist it back.
"Are you ready?" Kendren asked the guard.
The guard panted heavily,"Yes, I'm ready cit-i-ze-zen. J-Ju-st don't let m-me die." the guard forced out.
Kendren pulled some of the guards flesh away from the bone. Then, with all of his strength, he twisted the bone back into place. The man let out a terrible scream that had to be heard even outside of the town. Then Kendren said a couple words, and bones that weren't there before, connected themselves to the guards shoulder bone. Then, Kendren constructed the muscles and flesh. The guard was now slumped over, the shock of the pain must've knocked him cold.
"I've fixed your arm," Kendren whispered.
The guard just sat there, slumped over. Kendren wondered why he was just sitting there, it didn't look that he was out cold. Kendren turned him over and two blank, cold, eyes bore into his. The guard was dead.
"I-I killed h-hi-m." Kendren studdered.
When Kendren had twisted the bone back into place, he had fixed his arm fully, but in turn, the bone that was connected to more internal bones broke and punctured the guards heart. If that didn't kill him, the shock had.
Shivers racked Kendrens body as he thought of what would've happened if he had taken him to someone that knew more about this stuff.
Someone laid a hand on Kendrens shoulder. Kendren spun around and was surprised to see the bartender.
"Aye, ye did a good thing lad'. A' least the man died a quick death eh?" the barntender said.
"Yeah, but I can't help feeling somehow responsible for this." Kendren replied. Kendren looked around and spotted the armored man on the ground. Kendren strode over to him and checked the mans pulse. Still no pulse, but his body was unusually warm for someone that was dead. Kendren picked up the man and carried him to an infirmary. Kendren did not know that he would NEVER see the man again.
Well, I'll just go make my report now. Kendren thought.
Kendren walked into the Fighters Guild entrance of Cheydinhal, and to the mean looking orc sitting at a table. Kendren talked with him and got 1500 gold pieces for his report. Kendren walked out with gold in pocket and knew that he would have a good life ahead of him....
"Stop! Thief!" a guard in Chorrol ran after a small, redguard boy.
"Stop him!" the guard cried to the onlooking crowd.
The small boy ran for his life, and for his bread. He was dressed in ragged clothes, and you could see by the way he was running, that he hadn't eaten in a very long while.
That was all behind him now, Kendren, the redguard stepped out of the gondola, and onto solid ground.
"There you go sir, we've arrived in the Imperial City." the gondolier said, holding out his hand.
Kendren grunted and handed the man ten gold pieces. Kendren was 24, and in good shape. Big muscles, broad shoulders, this man had been lifting his weights. Kendren wore a suit of steel armor, without the helmet. And sheated by his side was a gleaming glass longsword. All of a sudden, a man ran towards Kendren, sword drawn. He raised his hand and curious armor appeared round the man.
"The dawn is breaking!" the man yelled, taking a full swing at Kendren with his ebony longsword. Kendren whipped out his glass longsword and parried the blow. The man spun around, taking another shot at Kendren. The two blades collided in a shower of brilliant, blue sparks. Kendren whipped his sword from underneath the other mans, and aimed for the mans head. The man caught the blade on his shoulder, but the armor stopped the blow partially. It cut into the mans flesh, but stopped at the bone. The man yelled and tackled Kendren to the ground. There they wrestled, until the man kicked Kendren away. The man flipped to his feet and rushed towards Kendren. Kendren readied himself.
An arrow penetrated Kendrens chest. Kendren looked surprised by this. He coughed once, twice then collapsed onto the firm, stone, ground. He could not breathe, he could not see. His heart pounded, the sound almost unbearable. Light faded to dark, and even dark faded to nothing. Kendrens mind swirled in an endless abyss. Then, he awoke. Pain racked his whole body and he looked at his bare chest. He saw a blood soaked bandage attached to him, and then noticed his armor was gone. Bewildered he looked around. His sword was gone as well. He saw two doors on either side of him, the leftmost one was locked. He went through the right door and saw a holding cell. Someone called to him from inside.
"Hello? Someone out there?" the voice asked.
A man came to the doorway and stared at Kendren.
"Please! Let me out of here! I've been in here for ages!" the man pleaded
Kendren heard someone coming down towards the two of them, and then noticed a door across from the holding cell. The door said, Treasury...
Kendren looked at the man in the cell again.
"Please," the man pleaded,"get me out of here.
Kendren backed away from the cell, and turned towards the Treasury, he needed at least some kind of weapon.
"You'll regret this!" the man in the cell screamed at him.
The footsteps got louder, and Kendren hurriedly opened the door to the treasury.
"Hey you! Shut up, or I'll ave ye' killed!" a voice sounded down the hallway. Kendren guessed it was the person walking down the hallway.
"Ye' say one more word, and I'll ave' ye' tongue cut off! Understan'?" the voice said again.
The man in the cell didn't answer back, but sat down on a wooden stool at the back of his cell. Meanwhile, Kendren stood on the other side of the door in the Treasury. He was stunned. Inside the Treasury was massive piles of gold. Emeralds and Rubies and Diamonds were strewn all over, and Kendren even saw some Opals laying around. Kendren ignored all of this, tempting as it was, and looked for his weapon, or any weapon for that matter. Kendren thought he spotted a blade protruding from the top of a gold pile, but he wasn't entirely sure. Kendren silently walked towards the pile of gold, when suddenly, the door burst open. In its place was a man. No, not a man, a Daedra
My god! What is a daedra doing here? Kendren thought. Kendren was in no position to do much, so he had to decide...
Kendren looked at the Daedra for a minute, it was looking directly at him. It gave a yell and charged him. Kendren grasped the swords hilt, buried in gold, and pulled it out. It was a dark blue color, and a huge ruby was forged into the pommel. It looked like a craftsmen had been working on it for a long while. The daedra stopped running towards Kendren, and stared at the sword. Its eyes grew wide, and suddenly, it dissintegrated into a pile of dust. Intruiged, Kendren looked at the sword, and then the pile of dust.
What just happened? Kendren thought. Then, behind the daedra, the man from the cell stood with a sword in hand.
I see, the man somehow got out of his cell, and stabbed the daedra from behind. If it's now dust, it must've been a dremora.Kendren thought to himself.
The man from the cell walked over to Kendren, raised his arm back, and sheated the sword on his back.
"Why did you do that?" Kendren asked.
The man laughed, "So you wanted to die?" the man replied, still laughing.
"No, its just-, I left you in that cell so, I didn't expect you to help me out." Kendren said.
"Hey, I would've done the exact same thing in your position." the man said taking a step towards Kendren. The man held out his hand, "I'm Oren, from Bruma." the man said.
"I'm, Kendren, from Morrowind. Vvardenfell actually." Kendren said, shaking Oren's hand.
"So, it seemed as though you were looking for something before. That sword?" asked the man
"No, this isn't mine, I was looking for my glass longsword, but I guess this one will do for now." Kendren said, looking at the menacing blade in his hand.
"Well, the dremora is dead. The thing threatened to cut off my tongue. He got what he deserved." the man said, staring at the pile on the ground.
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go look for my armor." Kendren said heading for the door.
The man reached out a hand and stopped Kendren.
"No! Let me go with you, I know this place well." the man said.
Kendren considered his offer, then accepted it. He would probably NEED help finding his equipment. The two men walked down a hallway and came to two doors and a set of spiral stairs. Kendren looked to the door on his right, the sign by it said Armory. He immediately headed for the door, but halted when he heard multiple voices from inside.
"......armor that they got today. It looks nice, and strong too." one voice said.
Kendren thought they were refering to his armor. The left door, the one now behind Kendren read, Training Room. Kendren turned toward it and listened at the doorway. He could hear snoring from inside it, the guard was most likely asleep. Kendren thought it would be a good chance to slip in, but then he considered the stairs....
"Which way," Oren asked Kendren.
"Armory, I heard the idiots inside talking about MY armor." Kendren said angrily. Kendren nudged the door open a little and peered inside. The room glowed with a healthy, red light. The forge fire was blazing, but there was no sign of the two people talking just moments ago. Kendren walked in a half crouch to the hearth, were, lo and behold, his armor lie. Untouched, it lay cold without laying next to the blazing forge fire. Kendren started to put on the armor, when he noticed red droplets splayed over the front of his cuirass. The red droplets were thick and the color of blood.
"What is this? It looks exactly like, blood." Kendren asked Oren. Oren strode over, and examined the red liquid. It in fact was blood.
"It is blood." Oren said, scratching his head. "one of the smiths must have cut himself, and they both went to patch it up. Happens all the time...in.....smit..."Oren cut off in mid-sentence. A red droplet had just landed on the floor. Both of the men looked up and saw the two missing smiths up in the rafters, butchered.
"By the Nine Divines!" Kendren cried out.
The smiths were severed limb from limb. Each of the arms were hanging down from the ceiling, as if they were beef jerky being dried.
Oren almost retched over the anvil, but he kept in his breakfast.
"What-what happened?" Oren stammered.
Kendrens eyebrows met in a furrow. He hadn't heard any kind of fighting noises in here. It was wierd enough that a dremora attacked him, but this? This was beyond him.
"Lets go, I've a bad feeling about his place." Kendren muttered heading back out the door they came. Outside the door, all was chaos. Blood painted the walls, weapons and bodies littered the ground. The cell that Oren came from was in flames.
"What the hell is going on?" Kendren shot out, bewildered. Just then another dremora rounded the corner. It stopped when it saw the two men, then pulled out a huge claymore. It stepped over the mangled body of a soldier, and shouted its savage war cry. The two men drew there swords. Oren wore no armor, but Kendren was protected in his Ebony suit of armor. The dremora charged, and Kendren smashed his blade into the claymore. Oren circled around and lashed at the daedras feet, but the daedra just jumped over him. It pulled the claymore back from its sword embrace and lashed out at Oren. Kendren reacted and blocked the blow with a guards shield. Oren stood up and tackled the dremora, both of them went sprawling into the wall. Oren had the upper hand, and when Kendren regained his balance, the dremora lay dead on the floor, a pile of ashes.
(Next post)
Kendren, a man of 27 years, walked into the bar in Cheydinhal. He looked around him; most people sat alone, silently drinking ale. A couple sat in groups, quietly muttering about themselves. Kendren strode to the bar and ordered one cold beer. The bartender gave him a quick glance then filled a silver tankard for him. He paid the man and looked around once more. He was not here for just the beer. A young man, finely dressed in long robes opened the door and stepped into the bar. He went right towards a group of two men and sat down. Right away the two men grew silent. Then the young man opened his robes and pulled out a silver object, fairly long, and sharp by what Kendren observed. He held it out in front of him for the two men to see, and one man commented on it. Kendren finished the beer and set the tankard on the counter. The bartender took to washing it and Kendren walked towards the table where the man with the silver object sat. He sat beside them, at another table.
“.... when he walks into here, walk over to him and invite him to our table. I'll give the signal when I'm ready, got it?" said the man dressed in robes.
Kendren pondered at what the man said. It sounded an awful lot like the man was about to kill someone.
Kendren decided that he would stick around for this, reporting a murder would net him big money. To pass the time until whoever was going to come into the bar came, Kendren ordered another beer, but only half of a tankard this time. He didn't want to become too drunk...
Just then, the bell hanging from the door rang, and in stepped a man of about Kendrens age. He was clad in heavy steel armor. His long brown hair came down to his shoulders and Kendren noticed a longsword sheathed by his side. The man looked around and walked towards the bartender. He ordered two beers and sat down at a table opposite of the three men. The two men from the other table walked over to the man in armor.
"Would you like to come sit with us?" one of the men asked.
"Oh, no, I'll be fine right here, thanks.,†replied the brown haired man.
"Please, we insist." said the other man
Kendren eyed the young man with the silver object. He was watching his two men carefully, practically on the edge of his seat. He seemed nervous, perhaps he really did have the intention of killing this man. Kendren walked leisurely to the table where the brown haired man sat.
"Could I join you?" Kendren asked the man.
"Please, sit down." replied the brown haired man.
The two men talking before looked at Kendren. One man scrunched his eyebrows together, as if squinting.
The young man walked over, hand in his robe pockets. He seemed to be fumbling with something.
"I'm sorry, are my men bothering you?" asked the young man.
"No, they were only trying to invite me to your table, please, sit down." said the brown haired man.
The young man began to sit down, and the moment he did, he whipped out a silver dagger, drew back his hand to throw it, and started it forward. Kendren caught his hand in his own and the two men from before drew their swords. Kendren glanced at the armored man, and he looked back at Kendren, understandingly. The man drew his sword and stood up, dodging a blow to his mid-section. The young man wrestled with Kendren, trying to get his hand free. Kendren used his strength to break the young mans wrist. The young man stood up, screaming.
"You will pay for this I swear it!" the man yelled, running towards the door...
Kendren thought about going to kill the man, but then decided that it wasn't in his nature to end ones life so quickly. He turned towards the two men. They were engaged in heated combat with the armored man. Kendren could see that the armored man could hold his own in a battle, even outnumbered. Even so, he picked up the dagger and rushed to the armored mans side, dodging a blow to the head along the way. Both men were now intent on killing both of them, here and now. The two men were both equipped with longswords, steel, by the look of them. They wore no armor over the whole of their bodies. Each looked like strong, fierce enemies, and Kendren wondered how the armored man fighting beside him had held his own.
"You aren't going to do much with that dagger there!" the man said, parrying a blow to his left leg. "Grab the longsword off of my back, and hurry about it."
Kendren hadn't noticed the second longsword on the man's back, and cursed himself for being unweary. He snatched the longsword off of the mans back, and spun around just in time to catch an attempt at his back. He worked the blade in circles around the mans blade and caught his wrist. Kendren heard it snap and the man dropped his sword. Kendren drew back his sword and cleaved through the man, right through his middle. The man looked surprised, and then collapsed. As his body hit the ground, it split in two, and Kendren looked away in disgust.
"Nice fight, might'nt you have kept it a little cleaner though?" the armored man asked him.
Kendren turned around to see the second man, dead as well. The armored man had finished his fight.
"Ah well, at least your safe and sound. Wouldn't want to be injured eh?" the man chuckled.
"Yeah, I supppose." said Kendren, a little wearily.
"What happened to the other one? The one with the robes?" asked the armored man suddenly.
"He left a while back. I didn't bother with him." replied Kendren.
"What! You let him get away? We have to go finish him off! Come on!" the armored man called, running to the door.
Kendren looked around at the other people in the tavern, they all looked a little shaken. He picked up the dead mans sword and walked out of the tavern. The armored man was just outside, looking around for the young man.
"So you decided to come eh?" the man asked
"Yeah, I couldn't let you search alone now could I?" Kendren answered back. Kendren did not know what the man intended to do when he found the young man, but he had a good speculation.
"Your pretty good with a sword." said Kendren.
"Yes, well I learned from a good teacher." the man replied "Say, I never got your name."
"My name is Kendren, I'm from Morrowind." Kendren said.
"Ah, the lovely blight country. I heard everything with the disease is going well?" the man said
"Yes, the devil Dagoth Ur is no more, but enough of my home. What do you plan to do with the young man when you find him?" Kendren asked.
The man walked a little farther ahead, and said
"I intend to get a little information from him."
"By what means?" Kendren asked.
"I've my own ways to do things, and you've yours." the man snapped.
Kendren spent the rest of the afternoon searching many of Cheydinhals houses, finding nothing of course.
"He has to be somewhere around here." said the man
"What about that house? The broken down one, just over there." replied Kendren.
The house looked very, very old, and all of the windows were broken. There was a well in the back of the property, but it did not look like it had been used in a very long while.
"Yes, lets search that house." said the man.
Kendren gazed at the dark house. He wondered if the man was really inside of it.
"Well, if were going to go, lets go now." said the armored man, starting for the door. Kendren followed a couple strides behind.
Suddenly, a voice could be heard from the inside of the house.
"....coming in here. Go now! Before they see you!" the voice said, barely above a whisper.
"Did you hear that?" asked Kendren.
"Hear what?" the man replied.
"I heard a voice from the inside telling someone to leave." Kendren told the man.
"Getting scared are we?" the man taunted.
"No, I'm being honest." Kendren retorted.
"Ah well, mightn't it've been your imagination playing tricks on you?" asked the man, chuckling.
"Lets skip this house, I've got a bad feeling about it."
Then, out of the doorway shot an arrow. The arrow hit the armored man in the breast, and he collapsed in a heap.
"Down!" cried a guard, not ten strides away from Kendren.
Kendren dove to the ground, drawing his longsword. He rolled over to the man and checked his vital signs. No pulse, no breathing...damn, he must be dead.
Kendren walked in a half crouch to the doorway and peered through a broken window. He caught a glimpse of a shadow and ducked back underneath the windowsill. Another arrow shot through the window opposite Kendren, then, the door burst apart. In its place stood an orc, armed with a huge, gleaming, battleaxe. The orc's eyes bore into the guard standing in front of him. The guard’s pupils seemed to get smaller. He hadn't seemed to notice Kendren though, and he thought it a good time to surprise the orc.
"Time for you to die!" screamed the orc raising his battleaxe. It descended towards the guard, who in turn raised his shield. Kendren snuck up behind the orc slowly. The guard screamed as the shield was rent in two and his armed severed. Kendren shoved his longsword forward with all of his might, putting the whole of his weight into the blow. It caught the orc on the backside.
The orc looked down at his new bellybutton. Kendrens blade protruded through the rocs body.
"Ah, Ah! Look what you've do-" the orc gasped, grasping his stomach before kneeling on the ground. The guard, still squirming on the ground, summoned his courage and picked up his longsword. Then, he walked groggily over to the orc, and rent his head in two. Kendren turned away, the orcs death was a horrible one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Kendren saw the shadow move. It disappeared down the corridor in the house.
Kendren turned away from the house and looked towards the armored man lying in a pile. He still was not breathing, what else could he be but dead?
"Please, citizen, help me." a voice cried.
Kendren spun around towards the sound. The guard, now panting on the ground, was extremely pale. He had lost alot of blood. Kendren knew that if he didn't do something he would die. Kendren left the armored mans side and walked towards the guard. He bent down and inspected the guards arm, or, what was left of it. It was beyond him on what he should do. If I screw this up, he may die by my hands. Kendren thought.
"Please, help me. I have-have a w-wi-fe at home, a-and k-k-kids. Do-n't let me d-di-ie out here." the guard said weakly. Kendren gazed at the man guiltily...
Alright, hold still while I do this." Kendren told the guard sternly.
"Yes, I w-will hold s-st-ill." the guard said shakily.
Kendren did not know the half of what he was doing. He remembered reading in a scroll once that, if the would was open and bleeding profusely, you would have to use an advanced spell. But his arm was CUT OFF. It wasn't just open, it was severed. He imagined that he would have to repair the bone and muscles in his arm, then rebuild his flesh and blood.
"Alright, here goes." Kendren said, under his breath.
Kendren's hand glowed with a soft blue light, he placed his two forefingers on the severd bone in the middle of the mans arm. The guard whimpered in pain, trying to hold it in, but it must have been unbearable, as he let out a scream.
"I'm sorry, but this will hurt alot more than that." Kendren said.
The bone was not only severed off, but because the orc followed all the way through the guards arm, the broken bone became twisted. So Kendren had to twist it back.
"Are you ready?" Kendren asked the guard.
The guard panted heavily,"Yes, I'm ready cit-i-ze-zen. J-Ju-st don't let m-me die." the guard forced out.
Kendren pulled some of the guards flesh away from the bone. Then, with all of his strength, he twisted the bone back into place. The man let out a terrible scream that had to be heard even outside of the town. Then Kendren said a couple words, and bones that weren't there before, connected themselves to the guards shoulder bone. Then, Kendren constructed the muscles and flesh. The guard was now slumped over, the shock of the pain must've knocked him cold.
"I've fixed your arm," Kendren whispered.
The guard just sat there, slumped over. Kendren wondered why he was just sitting there, it didn't look that he was out cold. Kendren turned him over and two blank, cold, eyes bore into his. The guard was dead.
"I-I killed h-hi-m." Kendren studdered.
When Kendren had twisted the bone back into place, he had fixed his arm fully, but in turn, the bone that was connected to more internal bones broke and punctured the guards heart. If that didn't kill him, the shock had.
Shivers racked Kendrens body as he thought of what would've happened if he had taken him to someone that knew more about this stuff.
Someone laid a hand on Kendrens shoulder. Kendren spun around and was surprised to see the bartender.
"Aye, ye did a good thing lad'. A' least the man died a quick death eh?" the barntender said.
"Yeah, but I can't help feeling somehow responsible for this." Kendren replied. Kendren looked around and spotted the armored man on the ground. Kendren strode over to him and checked the mans pulse. Still no pulse, but his body was unusually warm for someone that was dead. Kendren picked up the man and carried him to an infirmary. Kendren did not know that he would NEVER see the man again.
Well, I'll just go make my report now. Kendren thought.
Kendren walked into the Fighters Guild entrance of Cheydinhal, and to the mean looking orc sitting at a table. Kendren talked with him and got 1500 gold pieces for his report. Kendren walked out with gold in pocket and knew that he would have a good life ahead of him....
"Stop! Thief!" a guard in Chorrol ran after a small, redguard boy.
"Stop him!" the guard cried to the onlooking crowd.
The small boy ran for his life, and for his bread. He was dressed in ragged clothes, and you could see by the way he was running, that he hadn't eaten in a very long while.
That was all behind him now, Kendren, the redguard stepped out of the gondola, and onto solid ground.
"There you go sir, we've arrived in the Imperial City." the gondolier said, holding out his hand.
Kendren grunted and handed the man ten gold pieces. Kendren was 24, and in good shape. Big muscles, broad shoulders, this man had been lifting his weights. Kendren wore a suit of steel armor, without the helmet. And sheated by his side was a gleaming glass longsword. All of a sudden, a man ran towards Kendren, sword drawn. He raised his hand and curious armor appeared round the man.
"The dawn is breaking!" the man yelled, taking a full swing at Kendren with his ebony longsword. Kendren whipped out his glass longsword and parried the blow. The man spun around, taking another shot at Kendren. The two blades collided in a shower of brilliant, blue sparks. Kendren whipped his sword from underneath the other mans, and aimed for the mans head. The man caught the blade on his shoulder, but the armor stopped the blow partially. It cut into the mans flesh, but stopped at the bone. The man yelled and tackled Kendren to the ground. There they wrestled, until the man kicked Kendren away. The man flipped to his feet and rushed towards Kendren. Kendren readied himself.
An arrow penetrated Kendrens chest. Kendren looked surprised by this. He coughed once, twice then collapsed onto the firm, stone, ground. He could not breathe, he could not see. His heart pounded, the sound almost unbearable. Light faded to dark, and even dark faded to nothing. Kendrens mind swirled in an endless abyss. Then, he awoke. Pain racked his whole body and he looked at his bare chest. He saw a blood soaked bandage attached to him, and then noticed his armor was gone. Bewildered he looked around. His sword was gone as well. He saw two doors on either side of him, the leftmost one was locked. He went through the right door and saw a holding cell. Someone called to him from inside.
"Hello? Someone out there?" the voice asked.
A man came to the doorway and stared at Kendren.
"Please! Let me out of here! I've been in here for ages!" the man pleaded
Kendren heard someone coming down towards the two of them, and then noticed a door across from the holding cell. The door said, Treasury...
Kendren looked at the man in the cell again.
"Please," the man pleaded,"get me out of here.
Kendren backed away from the cell, and turned towards the Treasury, he needed at least some kind of weapon.
"You'll regret this!" the man in the cell screamed at him.
The footsteps got louder, and Kendren hurriedly opened the door to the treasury.
"Hey you! Shut up, or I'll ave ye' killed!" a voice sounded down the hallway. Kendren guessed it was the person walking down the hallway.
"Ye' say one more word, and I'll ave' ye' tongue cut off! Understan'?" the voice said again.
The man in the cell didn't answer back, but sat down on a wooden stool at the back of his cell. Meanwhile, Kendren stood on the other side of the door in the Treasury. He was stunned. Inside the Treasury was massive piles of gold. Emeralds and Rubies and Diamonds were strewn all over, and Kendren even saw some Opals laying around. Kendren ignored all of this, tempting as it was, and looked for his weapon, or any weapon for that matter. Kendren thought he spotted a blade protruding from the top of a gold pile, but he wasn't entirely sure. Kendren silently walked towards the pile of gold, when suddenly, the door burst open. In its place was a man. No, not a man, a Daedra
My god! What is a daedra doing here? Kendren thought. Kendren was in no position to do much, so he had to decide...
Kendren looked at the Daedra for a minute, it was looking directly at him. It gave a yell and charged him. Kendren grasped the swords hilt, buried in gold, and pulled it out. It was a dark blue color, and a huge ruby was forged into the pommel. It looked like a craftsmen had been working on it for a long while. The daedra stopped running towards Kendren, and stared at the sword. Its eyes grew wide, and suddenly, it dissintegrated into a pile of dust. Intruiged, Kendren looked at the sword, and then the pile of dust.
What just happened? Kendren thought. Then, behind the daedra, the man from the cell stood with a sword in hand.
I see, the man somehow got out of his cell, and stabbed the daedra from behind. If it's now dust, it must've been a dremora.Kendren thought to himself.
The man from the cell walked over to Kendren, raised his arm back, and sheated the sword on his back.
"Why did you do that?" Kendren asked.
The man laughed, "So you wanted to die?" the man replied, still laughing.
"No, its just-, I left you in that cell so, I didn't expect you to help me out." Kendren said.
"Hey, I would've done the exact same thing in your position." the man said taking a step towards Kendren. The man held out his hand, "I'm Oren, from Bruma." the man said.
"I'm, Kendren, from Morrowind. Vvardenfell actually." Kendren said, shaking Oren's hand.
"So, it seemed as though you were looking for something before. That sword?" asked the man
"No, this isn't mine, I was looking for my glass longsword, but I guess this one will do for now." Kendren said, looking at the menacing blade in his hand.
"Well, the dremora is dead. The thing threatened to cut off my tongue. He got what he deserved." the man said, staring at the pile on the ground.
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go look for my armor." Kendren said heading for the door.
The man reached out a hand and stopped Kendren.
"No! Let me go with you, I know this place well." the man said.
Kendren considered his offer, then accepted it. He would probably NEED help finding his equipment. The two men walked down a hallway and came to two doors and a set of spiral stairs. Kendren looked to the door on his right, the sign by it said Armory. He immediately headed for the door, but halted when he heard multiple voices from inside.
"......armor that they got today. It looks nice, and strong too." one voice said.
Kendren thought they were refering to his armor. The left door, the one now behind Kendren read, Training Room. Kendren turned toward it and listened at the doorway. He could hear snoring from inside it, the guard was most likely asleep. Kendren thought it would be a good chance to slip in, but then he considered the stairs....
"Which way," Oren asked Kendren.
"Armory, I heard the idiots inside talking about MY armor." Kendren said angrily. Kendren nudged the door open a little and peered inside. The room glowed with a healthy, red light. The forge fire was blazing, but there was no sign of the two people talking just moments ago. Kendren walked in a half crouch to the hearth, were, lo and behold, his armor lie. Untouched, it lay cold without laying next to the blazing forge fire. Kendren started to put on the armor, when he noticed red droplets splayed over the front of his cuirass. The red droplets were thick and the color of blood.
"What is this? It looks exactly like, blood." Kendren asked Oren. Oren strode over, and examined the red liquid. It in fact was blood.
"It is blood." Oren said, scratching his head. "one of the smiths must have cut himself, and they both went to patch it up. Happens all the time...in.....smit..."Oren cut off in mid-sentence. A red droplet had just landed on the floor. Both of the men looked up and saw the two missing smiths up in the rafters, butchered.
"By the Nine Divines!" Kendren cried out.
The smiths were severed limb from limb. Each of the arms were hanging down from the ceiling, as if they were beef jerky being dried.
Oren almost retched over the anvil, but he kept in his breakfast.
"What-what happened?" Oren stammered.
Kendrens eyebrows met in a furrow. He hadn't heard any kind of fighting noises in here. It was wierd enough that a dremora attacked him, but this? This was beyond him.
"Lets go, I've a bad feeling about his place." Kendren muttered heading back out the door they came. Outside the door, all was chaos. Blood painted the walls, weapons and bodies littered the ground. The cell that Oren came from was in flames.
"What the hell is going on?" Kendren shot out, bewildered. Just then another dremora rounded the corner. It stopped when it saw the two men, then pulled out a huge claymore. It stepped over the mangled body of a soldier, and shouted its savage war cry. The two men drew there swords. Oren wore no armor, but Kendren was protected in his Ebony suit of armor. The dremora charged, and Kendren smashed his blade into the claymore. Oren circled around and lashed at the daedras feet, but the daedra just jumped over him. It pulled the claymore back from its sword embrace and lashed out at Oren. Kendren reacted and blocked the blow with a guards shield. Oren stood up and tackled the dremora, both of them went sprawling into the wall. Oren had the upper hand, and when Kendren regained his balance, the dremora lay dead on the floor, a pile of ashes.
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