Post by giggles on Dec 4, 2006 20:06:30 GMT -5
A short note to the reader: This is a story based on the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, I will write this story in segments.
[/center]Prelude
Long, long ago, in the land of Terium, on a cold winter night, an Argonian was hatched under the glowing banner of the stars. This hatchling was blessed, and cursed, for he was born under the starsign of the sword. The only youth hatched that survived that year. Many a village people despised him because of this. This hatchlings name was Akarikavae, or, in the regions native tongue "One who walks with death".[/center]
"Boy, have you no respect for your elders!? Now get off from there and come to me so I may beat you for your wrongdoings!" Screamed a merchant at a young child who had stolen a fruit and climbed upon a cart beyond the mans reach.
"I am afraid that will not be necessary, kind sir. I will pay for the boys damages to your stock and a little extra for the trouble he has caused you." The voice was deep, and well known in the region.
"You treat the children too well, keep standing up for them and they shall become spoiled! And then what will become of our village but fat, lazy, and poor slobs!?" Replied the merchant in a harsh tone, he turned to face his opponent and immediately his voice fell and replaced itself with a more respectful tone. "I-I-I....I apologize, I did not know who I was speaking with...."
"Why do you villagers treat me as if I am a king? You are not peasants, and though I am not of this village I am certainly not placed above you all on the nations rank list. Please, take these coins and go about your business. Now, child, please come down too me. I can assure you that no one shall harm you, but I am going to have to tell your mother of your acts today." The tall, black cloaked firgue strode toward the cart and handed the merchant his pay before getting the boys directions to his home and dropping him off.
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After a long talk, and dinner with the boys mother the cloaked figure strode out of town passing by houses and getting salutes, bows, and greetings from whomever he walked past. He was once stopped by a lady who offered him bed for the night, he had too respectfully decline, as he had places too be before the dawn sun had risen. Soon, he was out too the rim of town and approaching the walls. He was let out by the guards and, after making a quick stop at the stables, he mounted his horse and rode into the night. Fatigue stabbed at him like a dagger, and even moreso at his horse, a fine steed of elven breed she was, but they pressed onward into the night. PAssing by smaller towns and villages and approaching their destination, "The inn of Ill Omen", that would be their bed for the night, as he and his horse were tired and they could get an hour of sleep before pressing on.
When he arrived at the inn he stabled his horse and quietly opened the creaky wooden front door. After a breif talk with the keeper he had a room and a small meal. He walked to his room and found it quite cozy, perhaps he could stay here for a longer period one day. He disrobed revealing a scaly body that shimmered in the light. He slept with a dagger and some coin next too him. Though his rest was short, dawn was already breaking and he still had a journey before him, though a small one. Making use of what little time he had, he quickly reapplied his light underarmor and rerobed. IT would be another day before he had the oppurtunity too eat so on his way out he bought a melon and an apple, the apple for his horse.
Walking at a brisk pace for the small stable near the inn he could feel the dew begginning to reflect the newly coming morning light. Once he reached the stable he mounted, led the horse out, and was off into the early, cold, and dark dawn. The landscape around him was beautiful, in the distance he could see the tall majestic towers of Imperial City already glinting. To his north he could see the very tops of The Bristleback mountains. To his south lie forests, as far as the eye could see, and too his west lied his destination, in which he was fast approaching.
** More coming soon **
He continued his long ride, the sun had alread risen half above the horizon, and a pale glow was quickly filling the land. With this signal he rushed his horse to move faster, and, moving quicky they at last reached there destination. The tall Dunmeric styled house stood almost menacingly before them. Though he had seen worse, and his next months meals depended on this. So he pressed on, taking the short walk down the path to the wrought iron door.
Moving quickly he inserted his key into its proper hole, and giving three twists, he heard a satisfactory click that signaled him gaining entry.
The terrified looking Khajiit quivered in a chair as he entered the room. A slight gasp escaping his lips. The tall figure spoke in a dark tone, " YOu have killed far too many people too go unnoticed, Sisareerata. My proposal is simple, reject all of your future contracts or I SHALL return, and you know full well what that shall mean."
Thinking quickly the Khajiit stood and grabbed a dagger dripping with poison. Speaking almost as quickly as he moved, he spoke these final words " I would soon kill you then kill no other Akarikavae.", and with this point made he lunged forward. His death was quick. As the tall figure stepped to the right he grabbed his assailants wrist. Twisting and letting a sickening crunch fill the air.
Within a second the Khajiit was on the ground writhing. Even quicker then that the figure was upon him. Holding him down as he wrapped his hands around the catlike creatures neck. The Khajiit sturggled and kicked. Soon though the Khajiit grew weary and not wanting to be cruel, the figure gave a quick sideways jerk, and all struggling stopped as the Khajiit went limp.
" Fool. ", spoke the figure as it stood and dragged the body outside into the morning air.
" Now the vultures shall feast on you." and as he said this, he dragged the corpse to his horse, and mounted with it. It would be another long, yet nessecary journey, as he did not want any evidence to be found. As far as the guards were concerned, the catman had simply dissapeared.
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Jerall Mountains, Northwest of Bruma.
He had made his journey across the landscape and the corpse was beginning to wreak of death. So far he had applied to all the contracts regulations, and a hefty bonus would be on its way if things continued to work so smoothly. Though it was not destined to be, apparently word spreads faster then horse. On a trip through a small village a young dunmer, perhaps 20 years of age, pointed him out and drew the attention of the entire village. He had to ride swiftly to get out.
The arrows were faster then his horse though, as fast as she was. She was hit in her rump, in her ribs, and in her backleg, she had to be left in that village. It did not matter to the tall figure though, he could run nearly as fast as his horse, and soon the villagers lost him due to clever tactics and a chameleon spell. He pressed on until he could not hear their shouts of anger. Which in this case, was about forty seconds, before stopping to rest. HIs contract was complete, but the bonus forfeit as he had lost the body, and his horse. Now all that was left to do was to make the trek back across all of Tamriel to Anvil, to get his reward. On foot this journey was even longer...
[/center]Prelude
Long, long ago, in the land of Terium, on a cold winter night, an Argonian was hatched under the glowing banner of the stars. This hatchling was blessed, and cursed, for he was born under the starsign of the sword. The only youth hatched that survived that year. Many a village people despised him because of this. This hatchlings name was Akarikavae, or, in the regions native tongue "One who walks with death".[/center]
Chapter 1
"Boy, have you no respect for your elders!? Now get off from there and come to me so I may beat you for your wrongdoings!" Screamed a merchant at a young child who had stolen a fruit and climbed upon a cart beyond the mans reach.
"I am afraid that will not be necessary, kind sir. I will pay for the boys damages to your stock and a little extra for the trouble he has caused you." The voice was deep, and well known in the region.
"You treat the children too well, keep standing up for them and they shall become spoiled! And then what will become of our village but fat, lazy, and poor slobs!?" Replied the merchant in a harsh tone, he turned to face his opponent and immediately his voice fell and replaced itself with a more respectful tone. "I-I-I....I apologize, I did not know who I was speaking with...."
"Why do you villagers treat me as if I am a king? You are not peasants, and though I am not of this village I am certainly not placed above you all on the nations rank list. Please, take these coins and go about your business. Now, child, please come down too me. I can assure you that no one shall harm you, but I am going to have to tell your mother of your acts today." The tall, black cloaked firgue strode toward the cart and handed the merchant his pay before getting the boys directions to his home and dropping him off.
****************************************************
After a long talk, and dinner with the boys mother the cloaked figure strode out of town passing by houses and getting salutes, bows, and greetings from whomever he walked past. He was once stopped by a lady who offered him bed for the night, he had too respectfully decline, as he had places too be before the dawn sun had risen. Soon, he was out too the rim of town and approaching the walls. He was let out by the guards and, after making a quick stop at the stables, he mounted his horse and rode into the night. Fatigue stabbed at him like a dagger, and even moreso at his horse, a fine steed of elven breed she was, but they pressed onward into the night. PAssing by smaller towns and villages and approaching their destination, "The inn of Ill Omen", that would be their bed for the night, as he and his horse were tired and they could get an hour of sleep before pressing on.
When he arrived at the inn he stabled his horse and quietly opened the creaky wooden front door. After a breif talk with the keeper he had a room and a small meal. He walked to his room and found it quite cozy, perhaps he could stay here for a longer period one day. He disrobed revealing a scaly body that shimmered in the light. He slept with a dagger and some coin next too him. Though his rest was short, dawn was already breaking and he still had a journey before him, though a small one. Making use of what little time he had, he quickly reapplied his light underarmor and rerobed. IT would be another day before he had the oppurtunity too eat so on his way out he bought a melon and an apple, the apple for his horse.
Walking at a brisk pace for the small stable near the inn he could feel the dew begginning to reflect the newly coming morning light. Once he reached the stable he mounted, led the horse out, and was off into the early, cold, and dark dawn. The landscape around him was beautiful, in the distance he could see the tall majestic towers of Imperial City already glinting. To his north he could see the very tops of The Bristleback mountains. To his south lie forests, as far as the eye could see, and too his west lied his destination, in which he was fast approaching.
** More coming soon **
He continued his long ride, the sun had alread risen half above the horizon, and a pale glow was quickly filling the land. With this signal he rushed his horse to move faster, and, moving quicky they at last reached there destination. The tall Dunmeric styled house stood almost menacingly before them. Though he had seen worse, and his next months meals depended on this. So he pressed on, taking the short walk down the path to the wrought iron door.
Moving quickly he inserted his key into its proper hole, and giving three twists, he heard a satisfactory click that signaled him gaining entry.
The terrified looking Khajiit quivered in a chair as he entered the room. A slight gasp escaping his lips. The tall figure spoke in a dark tone, " YOu have killed far too many people too go unnoticed, Sisareerata. My proposal is simple, reject all of your future contracts or I SHALL return, and you know full well what that shall mean."
Thinking quickly the Khajiit stood and grabbed a dagger dripping with poison. Speaking almost as quickly as he moved, he spoke these final words " I would soon kill you then kill no other Akarikavae.", and with this point made he lunged forward. His death was quick. As the tall figure stepped to the right he grabbed his assailants wrist. Twisting and letting a sickening crunch fill the air.
Within a second the Khajiit was on the ground writhing. Even quicker then that the figure was upon him. Holding him down as he wrapped his hands around the catlike creatures neck. The Khajiit sturggled and kicked. Soon though the Khajiit grew weary and not wanting to be cruel, the figure gave a quick sideways jerk, and all struggling stopped as the Khajiit went limp.
" Fool. ", spoke the figure as it stood and dragged the body outside into the morning air.
" Now the vultures shall feast on you." and as he said this, he dragged the corpse to his horse, and mounted with it. It would be another long, yet nessecary journey, as he did not want any evidence to be found. As far as the guards were concerned, the catman had simply dissapeared.
****************************************************
Jerall Mountains, Northwest of Bruma.
He had made his journey across the landscape and the corpse was beginning to wreak of death. So far he had applied to all the contracts regulations, and a hefty bonus would be on its way if things continued to work so smoothly. Though it was not destined to be, apparently word spreads faster then horse. On a trip through a small village a young dunmer, perhaps 20 years of age, pointed him out and drew the attention of the entire village. He had to ride swiftly to get out.
The arrows were faster then his horse though, as fast as she was. She was hit in her rump, in her ribs, and in her backleg, she had to be left in that village. It did not matter to the tall figure though, he could run nearly as fast as his horse, and soon the villagers lost him due to clever tactics and a chameleon spell. He pressed on until he could not hear their shouts of anger. Which in this case, was about forty seconds, before stopping to rest. HIs contract was complete, but the bonus forfeit as he had lost the body, and his horse. Now all that was left to do was to make the trek back across all of Tamriel to Anvil, to get his reward. On foot this journey was even longer...