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Post by Umaril on Mar 20, 2007 14:12:52 GMT -5
I am really loving this story Dagoth, it appeals more because it's an elder scrolls fan-fic
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 20, 2007 14:16:22 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 20, 2007 15:31:43 GMT -5
Faelin leaped by the disturbance in his silent observation. He looked alarmingly at the Khajiit approaching him. His clothes were ragged, and his fur and mane unkept an messy. There was a long, silver dagger dangling from his fragile, cloth belt, and he was slumped over on his right side. Faelin guessed that this was the result of the Khajiit's life of lying on the street awkwardly and begging for money.
His eyes were fierce, for his size, and Faelin tried to retaliate to the oncoming person. However, he felt frozen. It felt as if his ligaments were frozen, and he was captor to anything and everything. He looked around the town, looking for someone that might help him, but to no avail.
Then, he was on him. The Khajiit robbed Faelin of everything. It was the most shameless act Faelin had ever witnessed. The cat took whatever he wanted, his clothes, his lock picks, his herbs and seeds, and his alchemy set. Yes, Faelin was quite the Alchemist. He had plenty of Alchemic materials from his job on the farm and exploring the wild. Blinded by his own plight, he pursued this thief.
It wasn't until after several minutes though, until he could recover his abilities. Faelin only knew the general direction of this thief, and so he followed. The streets began to come to life as the sun rose over the misty eastern hills. Many times, Faelin crossed suspectful people. Some were bent over in alleys, trying to conceal themselves with their only possessions. But, perhaps by a stoke of luck, Faelin caught a glimpse of the thief. The thief ran with magnificent speed. It appeared that he was crossing several bridges, all connected by small islands, that led to the other port that Faelin had observed across the water earlier.
Faelin had to beat him to the island. If he did, he could cut him off with the entrance to the port via the bridges. He looked around for a means to beat the Khajiit, and he only saw one: swim.
Faelin, covered with only scraps of clothes on his groin, jumped into the icy water. The warmth on land was deceiving. The water was very dark, even towards the top where the sun should have solved that problem. And so he swam. His arms became erratic windmills, they spun faster an faster, gouging out the water.
After a few minutes he was across the small lake. Now he would get his chance...
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Post by me on Mar 20, 2007 15:57:50 GMT -5
Nice fic, but it seems to cut off mid sentence...of course that may be because I'm at school...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 20, 2007 15:59:16 GMT -5
I had to log off suddenly, but I finished it.
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Post by me on Mar 20, 2007 16:08:13 GMT -5
ok...now it seems good
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 20, 2007 16:15:10 GMT -5
Good thing I spell checked that. It was terrible... >_>
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Post by Uesugi on Mar 23, 2007 19:57:18 GMT -5
One the first page... Suron=Suran...
And why haven't you updated this on the Tavern! Otherwise, I liked it. Nice to see something taking place on Vvardenfell...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 23, 2007 21:16:55 GMT -5
Yeah, I love Morrowind, and I wondered why I hadn't made a story about it yet.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 23, 2007 21:40:35 GMT -5
Faelin ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Dirt and debris from the Earth erupted into the air with each quake of his footstep. Already, the sun was starting to sink in the horizon, and Faelin didn't want to be following a bandit at night. But now he couldn't think. He had to re-capture his livelihood.
The bridge was in sight. Next to it, were barrles and crates stacked upon each other as well as a strange vase, which had strange glyphs carved upon it's surface. Faelin spared a glimpse across the bridge. Apparently, the thief had noticed that no one was following him when he was crossing the bridge, and decided that running wasn't necessary. What a fool of a thief he was.
Faelin reached the bridge with time to spare. Even under the extra weight that had condensed under his last scrap of clothing spared by the thief. Faelin looked around franticly as if he was in search for a barricade to stop the thief from getting anyway. He looked inside the strange vase, and decided to smash it agianst the rock of the bridge support. A strange black powder fell over the perimiter, drowing the majority of the entrance off the bridge into the port. Faelin recognized the strange material as amphora, a highly flammable substance. He needed a way to light it though, else his plan was useless. His eyes scanned franticlly over the area, until he relized that the ring was still in his pocket, the only thing of valuable possession the low life didn't take.
He pulled it out and looked into the swriling elements enclosed in the gem surface. Carefully, he alligned the ruby with the sun, right above the amphora. The thief drew nearer, and Faelin thought for a moment that he wouldn't have enough time. He held his breath, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment. Then, blistering heat emitting from the amphora. Faelin backed away into the crated just in time to stay confidential from the thief. The fetcher halted before it's angry flames, and Faelin called the guards. Surely the garrison of the guards were on the other side of the water, then they would trap the thief between the flames and their spears. The thief hesitated for a moment, as if he had lost hope of earnning his cruelly earned gold, then he jumped. And a magnificent jump it was.
Over the flames, and escaping the trap...
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Post by Uesugi on Mar 23, 2007 21:49:14 GMT -5
What an annoying little thief...
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Post by DEATH97 on Mar 23, 2007 22:19:19 GMT -5
he may be a fool of a theif but he's got mad skills. Nice update!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 24, 2007 10:06:07 GMT -5
Thanks. ;D
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 28, 2007 16:23:38 GMT -5
The flames licked his glazed leather boots as they soared, barely over the dancing, raging display of fire. He landed with a silent thud, and he fell in response from the fall, soon recovering and on the run again. Faelin cursed the thief. What now? The guards were on their way, the fire raged, the thief gone, and the amphora all over Faelin. The guards would suspect him to be a shamless child, out for some fun. So he ran. He ran with his anger, the frustration of his life fueled him.
He was now to the docks. The fire was now being managed by the guard. Some mages were busy at work casting strange magic at it. The guard must have hired them. The guard seemed so lazy to not control the flames themselves, they were by a large lake after all. The wooden frame of th docks clung to the rocky hill side that caged tha water from going anywhere else. There were many ruhgged and rough people clamering to the sides, poitning at the flames and laughing at the guards laziness. Faelin smirked as well. He ran across the wooden bridges, connected to form a complex of pathways leading to the actual docking areas. There weren't much boats docked, but one caught Faelin's attention. It was out in the water, anchored, safe from the thieves of the city.
It's masts defied beauty, it's gold work running over the wood in awesome patterns and shapes. There weren't any crates or forms of luggage on it, so Faelin assumed it was some lords transportation. Faelin scurried further down, until he finally made it. There were many small canoe like boatds, floating like large piles of debris on the dirty water. Many people were slumped over in boxes, arms extended, begging for a life they couldn't afford. Faelin felat for them, for he too was like these people, abbandoned by wealth and riches. One day, he would be the one to rise them to their feet, and make them alive again.
Faelin knew he had to get out of Suron, so his keen eyes scanned the docks for a ship that was leaft by their masters as they sipped ale in their taverns. His eye caught a small fishermans boat, there was one small mast, it's cloth poor with many repairs. He clammered aboard, trying to look like he was the owner of the ship. Ofcourse he didn't know that a person of his age was very unlikely to be commander-in-chief for a ship, even a ship of this low quality. He had the appearance one would expect of a man of the water. His clothes, what litte there was, was ragged, worn, and dirty. His skin was now darker with the debris and dirt collected through his travels.
He was busy untying the rope that held the ship ashore when a group of guards shouted from the wooden perchs above. "Quick men, theres the arsonist. Seize him!" Their armor clanked with each step. Their broadswords were drawn, and they were armed with the intimidation of the higly guards they thought themselves to be. Faelin panicked. He struggled, trying to untie the knots that had formed in the rope from his poor skill. He started breathing heavily, and he thought this was the end.
But, he was wrong. A knife shot out of the dark, cutting the rope, The arms flung Faelin on to the ship, and he pushed the ship into the water with an unatural strength. Faelin had recovered from his flying when he finally remembered the strange event. And when he looked, the figure was gone, and the guards stood on the edge of the docks, swinging their swords and cursing in their unability to seize the 'thief'. And now, Faelin was in a worse position, one he thought he was escaping...
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Post by Umaril on Mar 28, 2007 16:45:33 GMT -5
Boommmm!!!!!! Good Update.
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