The Crusaders
Disclaimer:
I don't own Morrowind, (duh) the only thing I own is a few original characters. If you've played the game you should know which ones.
Introduction:
This is my first fanfictiction and is about one of my favourite games, Morrowind.
Here's a little bit of important info about one of the main characters of my story:
The Cammona Tong is a kind of Morrowind based mafia and enemy of the Thieves guild.
Orvas Dren is the leader of this organisation; he lives on the plantation of the same name and is the brother of Vedam Dren, duke of Morrowind.
Note: "Means that the character is speaking and ' means that they are thinking.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Some basic information you may need if you are reading this fanfiction:
The Cammona Tong is a kind of Morrowind based mafia and enemy of the Thieves guild.
Orvas Dren is the leader of this organisation; he lives on the plantation of the same name and is the brother of Vedam Dren, duke of Morrowind.
Morndas the 12th of First Seed 3E 299 5.30 PM
Lightning streaked the sky as a tall Dunmer male walked through the grounds toward Dren Manor; his hair was pulled into a red Mohawk, a popular style with his race. At his side hung a Dwemer Battle Axe, just within his reach in case he needed it. Orvas could be rather unpredictable and might just attack him when he heard the news that he was bearing.
As he passed a Khajjit slave he pushed her roughly onto the ground. "What did the elf do that for?" He stopped in his tracks.
"I don't like cats! And next time you speak when not asked I will be forced to punish you." He said in a low, menacing voice.
He ran his gnarled, dark hand over his axe and the Khajjit flinched at the sight of the weapon. The Dunmer shook his head despairingly,
'That cat has an attitude. I'd better report him.' A smile came across his face as he thought of the beating the slave would most likely receive.
As he stood outside Orvas' office he heard the boss talking to someone.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Came his muffled voice.
The Dunmer didn't hear a reply but apparently Orvas did as he spoke again.
"If I do this will you leave me alone? Very well...I'll do it."
When the Dunmer was sure he'd finished talking he reached up and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
As he walked through the door he glanced around the room.
'That's strange, there's no-one else here besides Orvas...oh well, there must be a trap door or something in here.'
He glanced longingly at the Daedric greaves that were carelessly resting on the shelf behind Orvas.
Apparently his leader noticed where his gaze rested as he coughed.
"S-Sorry. I was just admiring your armour collection."
The Cammona Tong leader gave the Dunmer an icy stare.
"So Thanelan, how did your slave hunting go?"
"Well...we got 6 Argonians and 1 Khajjit"
"That's not bad. But your expression says that you've got more to tell me."
Thanelan looked up at the Huge Dunmer standing before him, his orcish armour shining brightly and his ebony spear in it's scabbard which was hidden by his shirt.
'Shit. It's now or never I suppose.'
"Erm...HE showed up. All 7 slaves were freed...I was the only survivor."
He was referring to a Khajjit named Kai who used to be a slave at the plantation but recently escaped and now works at night to liberate slaves all over the land.
Orvas looked at his ceiling, an angry look on his face.
'We've been having a lot of problems with him. Last week he freed 5 of my slaves. One of them was very valuable and I'd just had a 5000 gold bid for him. I must have him killed.'
"Very well, Thanelan you're free to go. But don't expect payment for this little expedition."
Thanelan nodded and turned to leave.
'Phew, that went very well for a meeting with Orvas.'
An evil smile crept across the Dunmer's face as he thought of what he had in store for his boss.
'I must bide my time then I can attack when he least expects it and take over as leader of the Cammona Tong.' Thanelan thought eagerly of the power he would have over his fellow Dunmer when his Axe tasted Orvas' blood.
4 Days later
Kai sat at a table in the Balmora Tavern of Eight Plates, a bottle of flin laid in front of him. Also seated with him were a few friends from the thieves' guild.
Sugar lips Habasi, a high ranked female Khajjit turned to him. She'd had a few too many drinks and her expression showed it.
"I want to make a toasht to my friend Kai. He's one hell of a guy and I want to kissh his pretty face."
Kai smiled and leant across the table to kiss the Khajjit thief. As soon as she felt his lips against hers her eyes widened and she fell sideways off her chair in surprise. She landed on her ass and began to laugh. Sottilde, a female nord and member of the thieves' guild lifted her glass to her lips in an attempt to stifle her laughter. The male khajjit smiled and turned away pretending he hadn't noticed. He had known for a long time that Habasi liked him but he wasn't sure if he wanted a relationship at the moment.
'It probably wasn't the best idea to kiss her. I don't want to give her the wrong impression.'
He glanced over at the head of the Balmora thieves guild as she tried to climb to her feet but just fell over again; her eyes were watering with laughter.
'But then again...chances are she won't remember anything that happens tonight anyway.'
A Dunmer sat across the room, his face hidden behind his chitin helmet; he stared at the party from the corner paying special attention to Kai. When he saw the Khajjit get up to order some drinks he took that as his cue and stood up as well.
After Kai had ordered his drink the Dark Elf bumped into him and caught the tray in his right hand.
He smiled behind his mask as he discreetly dropped some powder into one of the drinks before lifting up his own.
"I'm sorry. Hail friend, it's Dunmer custom to drink one pint together after an apology."
This was a lie but he needed to make sure Kai took the right glass.
The Khajjit picked up the poisoned drink and after a quick toast he drunk it in five seconds.
The Khajjit approached his friends and dropped 200 septims on the table along with the other drinks. He leant forward and whispered,
"Don't drink them. They may be poisoned. I'll explain everything tomorrow when I can be sure we're alone...and you may want to leave now."
His friends stared at him before nodding in unison. No matter who you were if Kai gave you an order you listened.
Kai turned and walked through the door just as the would-be-assassin slumped forwards onto the table; his half-finished drink smashed on the ground and the brown liquid bubbled as it seeped out over the cold, stone floor.
The Khajjit smiled as he thought of his quick switching spell.
'I am so glad I mastered the art of Illusion magic.'
He failed to notice a dark shape leaping across the rooftops, watching his movements carefully.
So there you go if you like it please review. Thanks :)
If anyone knows in what year the game was supposed to begin please let me know and I'll edit the date at the start.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Morrowind, (duh) the only thing I own is a few original characters. If you've played the game you should know which ones.
Introduction:
This is my first fanfictiction and is about one of my favourite games, Morrowind.
Here's a little bit of important info about one of the main characters of my story:
The Cammona Tong is a kind of Morrowind based mafia and enemy of the Thieves guild.
Orvas Dren is the leader of this organisation; he lives on the plantation of the same name and is the brother of Vedam Dren, duke of Morrowind.
Note: "Means that the character is speaking and ' means that they are thinking.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Some basic information you may need if you are reading this fanfiction:
The Cammona Tong is a kind of Morrowind based mafia and enemy of the Thieves guild.
Orvas Dren is the leader of this organisation; he lives on the plantation of the same name and is the brother of Vedam Dren, duke of Morrowind.
Morndas the 12th of First Seed 3E 299 5.30 PM
Lightning streaked the sky as a tall Dunmer male walked through the grounds toward Dren Manor; his hair was pulled into a red Mohawk, a popular style with his race. At his side hung a Dwemer Battle Axe, just within his reach in case he needed it. Orvas could be rather unpredictable and might just attack him when he heard the news that he was bearing.
As he passed a Khajjit slave he pushed her roughly onto the ground. "What did the elf do that for?" He stopped in his tracks.
"I don't like cats! And next time you speak when not asked I will be forced to punish you." He said in a low, menacing voice.
He ran his gnarled, dark hand over his axe and the Khajjit flinched at the sight of the weapon. The Dunmer shook his head despairingly,
'That cat has an attitude. I'd better report him.' A smile came across his face as he thought of the beating the slave would most likely receive.
As he stood outside Orvas' office he heard the boss talking to someone.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Came his muffled voice.
The Dunmer didn't hear a reply but apparently Orvas did as he spoke again.
"If I do this will you leave me alone? Very well...I'll do it."
When the Dunmer was sure he'd finished talking he reached up and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
As he walked through the door he glanced around the room.
'That's strange, there's no-one else here besides Orvas...oh well, there must be a trap door or something in here.'
He glanced longingly at the Daedric greaves that were carelessly resting on the shelf behind Orvas.
Apparently his leader noticed where his gaze rested as he coughed.
"S-Sorry. I was just admiring your armour collection."
The Cammona Tong leader gave the Dunmer an icy stare.
"So Thanelan, how did your slave hunting go?"
"Well...we got 6 Argonians and 1 Khajjit"
"That's not bad. But your expression says that you've got more to tell me."
Thanelan looked up at the Huge Dunmer standing before him, his orcish armour shining brightly and his ebony spear in it's scabbard which was hidden by his shirt.
'Shit. It's now or never I suppose.'
"Erm...HE showed up. All 7 slaves were freed...I was the only survivor."
He was referring to a Khajjit named Kai who used to be a slave at the plantation but recently escaped and now works at night to liberate slaves all over the land.
Orvas looked at his ceiling, an angry look on his face.
'We've been having a lot of problems with him. Last week he freed 5 of my slaves. One of them was very valuable and I'd just had a 5000 gold bid for him. I must have him killed.'
"Very well, Thanelan you're free to go. But don't expect payment for this little expedition."
Thanelan nodded and turned to leave.
'Phew, that went very well for a meeting with Orvas.'
An evil smile crept across the Dunmer's face as he thought of what he had in store for his boss.
'I must bide my time then I can attack when he least expects it and take over as leader of the Cammona Tong.' Thanelan thought eagerly of the power he would have over his fellow Dunmer when his Axe tasted Orvas' blood.
4 Days later
Kai sat at a table in the Balmora Tavern of Eight Plates, a bottle of flin laid in front of him. Also seated with him were a few friends from the thieves' guild.
Sugar lips Habasi, a high ranked female Khajjit turned to him. She'd had a few too many drinks and her expression showed it.
"I want to make a toasht to my friend Kai. He's one hell of a guy and I want to kissh his pretty face."
Kai smiled and leant across the table to kiss the Khajjit thief. As soon as she felt his lips against hers her eyes widened and she fell sideways off her chair in surprise. She landed on her ass and began to laugh. Sottilde, a female nord and member of the thieves' guild lifted her glass to her lips in an attempt to stifle her laughter. The male khajjit smiled and turned away pretending he hadn't noticed. He had known for a long time that Habasi liked him but he wasn't sure if he wanted a relationship at the moment.
'It probably wasn't the best idea to kiss her. I don't want to give her the wrong impression.'
He glanced over at the head of the Balmora thieves guild as she tried to climb to her feet but just fell over again; her eyes were watering with laughter.
'But then again...chances are she won't remember anything that happens tonight anyway.'
A Dunmer sat across the room, his face hidden behind his chitin helmet; he stared at the party from the corner paying special attention to Kai. When he saw the Khajjit get up to order some drinks he took that as his cue and stood up as well.
After Kai had ordered his drink the Dark Elf bumped into him and caught the tray in his right hand.
He smiled behind his mask as he discreetly dropped some powder into one of the drinks before lifting up his own.
"I'm sorry. Hail friend, it's Dunmer custom to drink one pint together after an apology."
This was a lie but he needed to make sure Kai took the right glass.
The Khajjit picked up the poisoned drink and after a quick toast he drunk it in five seconds.
The Khajjit approached his friends and dropped 200 septims on the table along with the other drinks. He leant forward and whispered,
"Don't drink them. They may be poisoned. I'll explain everything tomorrow when I can be sure we're alone...and you may want to leave now."
His friends stared at him before nodding in unison. No matter who you were if Kai gave you an order you listened.
Kai turned and walked through the door just as the would-be-assassin slumped forwards onto the table; his half-finished drink smashed on the ground and the brown liquid bubbled as it seeped out over the cold, stone floor.
The Khajjit smiled as he thought of his quick switching spell.
'I am so glad I mastered the art of Illusion magic.'
He failed to notice a dark shape leaping across the rooftops, watching his movements carefully.
So there you go if you like it please review. Thanks :)
If anyone knows in what year the game was supposed to begin please let me know and I'll edit the date at the start.