A/N: hello my dears and welcome to another ranting about! I have a problem of sort and I need your help: I NEVER get any review alert message in my Gmail (though the rest like fav and follow is alright.) Sooo help anyone?

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"Damn it all!" Whisper shouted in utter frustration; he had been running in circles for hours and hours in this god forsaken swamp not to mention the fact that he was starving and armless…even a mudcrab could best him in his current state.

Suddenly a charred corpse flew in the sky primed at his direction; he clumsily stepped away from harmsway. "Thalamor? That's-"he redirected this attention in the battle waging on the marshy horizon. Whisper snatched the red-hot elven dagger (he was wearing thick gloves) and ran towards the fray.

"Die you monstrous abomination!" about five Altmers dressed in the oh fashionable Thalamor robes as they were fighting a…giant, a strange one by all means for he had a faint golden hue on this relatively short body…at least compared to other hulky giants. Hiding in the bushes, Whisper didn't know whether to assist the elves or the giant…sometimes, doing naught is for the best.

"Pathetic creature! And to think you have half of our supreme blood!" The elf stabbed his kneeling foe right in his chest. "Let's burn him and his rapist of a father!"

"No, let the carrion birds finish them…"

Once the five of them turned their back to the fallen giant, he suddenly rose up and put the largest fire rune ever summoned on tamerial! The sleeping blaze instantly reduced the elven party to ashes. Whisper was of course taken back by this turn of events; a giant with a magicka pool?! Unbelievable!

The above mentioned giant drowned in his own pool of blood with a dozen of charred or squashed altmers. Whisper approached the scene with some lingering caution. Although his lady taught him to spread chaos and havoc across the mortal's realm, his 'good' side would sometimes erupt from the dark shadows of his soul. He casted a plethora of healing spells till his tiny magicka reserve was no more. Luckily, some of the littered corpses had a scroll or a healing potion (which were never used at the time apparently). He spent the whole night tending the giant's wounds, eventually, sleep overpowered his body….

The next day…

"You, up wake." A mammoth-thick voice troubled his seas of dreams "W-wuh..wh-WOAH!" the giant stood before him. Whisper gulped in fear "heyyyy you, can you understand me?"

"Act don't like me is dumb!" The giant was clearly angry of whisper's primitive and useless hand gestures. "Hehe, S-sorry 'bout that… one don't see a talking giant every day. Forgive my curiosity but… how do you…know you speak?"

"Da always people loved. Da saved ma from yellow elves… ma love da. Me born under ma and da prot-proteektion. Yellow people took ma and killed da… me alone and you saved me."

Whisper like anyone else was shocked for a moment or two before replying "And magicka? Did ma teach you?"

"Ma taught me sp-speak magicka. She said me big me huge reserve. Pa taught me herding and your debt in, what me do for you?"

"Wellll, to be honest I won't survive a single day by myself. With you around however, that's a whole new story. So will you escort me to the city of solitude?"

"yess, we now go…"

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Whisper learned so much about the friendly giant (and taught him more complex words in the three week's journey) like his name for an instance "Ohtesse". Of course he didn't want to tell him that his name belonged to the other gender. His mother was one of a secret cult of sort but the giant's poor description wasn't really helpful. However he did know that his mother was a Thalamor and his father didn't 'rape' her. It was a rather complicated story of pure but awkward love as his father save her dying soul when she was on the run. Never had she felt compassion from a fellow man and thus Ohtesse was born. Whisper actually felt sad for the big guy, he truly wanted to help him and yet he knew that his corrupted soul won't provide such help…

"Seek these two, one will aid you in with his unique training and the other will help in your quest to find your mother… I hope the future is kind to you." Whisper handed him a small parchment. He shook his friend's thumb "me- I thank you for everything whisper, should we path cross together, I would return the favor."

And so the giant throbbed his way to the forest leaving the gate guard at utter shock; he took off his helmet blinking and shaking his head several time "Did I just…I swear…yep, no more skooma for me"

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The winking skeever was rather dull and silent. Still, it didn't halt the slithering man a slightest "Hear ye hear ye, good drunksfolk of solitude." Both drunken and sober eyes hazily focus on this fool "No funny business or I'll throw you out myself!"

"Ooooh, is that sooo? Would you dare and throw me the mighty whisper himself?!"

"Heard about you and your honeyed words!"

"Cheers lad!"

"Hails to windhelm wrecker!"

Drunken cheers eventually silenced the grumpy innkeeper; apparently his words had made him quite popular in the imperial holds. "Rant about 'em daedra!"

"Not today my humble audience….my tongue will lash upon the dark brotherhood! They fight with no honor stabbing you in the back! And don't get me started on the dead corpse they are worshipping! Can you believe it?! a dead corpse 'guiding' the so called assassins to their clients? From what I heard, once the dark brotherhood heard about a black sacrament brewing in some coward's home, they'll act like a drooling hound!" cheers boomed the silent inn "also, did you heard about the corpse's keeper? He is a BLOODY jester! Haven't seen one of those in quite some time, obviously, their whole organization is but a dying legend waiting to be put down by our mighty emperor. They are nothing but a smear in our history!"

His audience almost shook the place apart. Cheering, side stories and mostly drunken gibberish along with lots of mead entered Whisper's body till he could see no more.

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"Ahhhhh, my head…" Whisper's vision blurred wildly. He was face with a bloody reality:

All the drunkards were slaughtered. Blood splattered just on everything but none matched assassin's bloody gaze "wake up, time to die…"

"No wai-"

*stab*

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Will whisper survive the deadly blow?

Will the hybrid giant find his mother?

Will the Thalamor stop being awesome?!

*Readers rape me to death*

Okay! Okay! Just kidding! Sheesh!

CLIFFHANGER MUHAHAH! i mentioned the big guy in one of my fics (I just love the pure hidden references in my works :3) the giant half breed will get his own fic! Promise! But don't you think I will forget my other two unfinished businesses.

Meow.