Chapter 2: Escape
Disclaimer: If for some reason you care about this please refer to the first chapter.
My first review. Yay! Erm chapter 1 has been edited slightly. :)
Fredas the 16th of First Seed 3E 299 11.30 PM
As Kai walked through the streets he was convinced that someone was watching him but he just shrugged it off.
'I'm being paranoid. That assassin wasn't the most competent I've ever seen, he was probably just an angry Dunmer who'd had a bit too much to drink and didn't like seeing a Khajjit roaming free.'
When he walked past the Balmora Council club, local hangout of the Cammona Tong he saw two Dunmer. They looked at each other and just stared at the Khajjit as he walked past.
As soon as Kai was out of earshot the shorter of the two leant over and whispered,
"Shouldn't we have attacked him or something?"
The other Dunmer glared at his partner,
"I was given strict orders from Dren himself. We've got to ignore him; I think the boss want's his death to look like an attack from the Morag Tong or something. Doesn't want the entire thieves guild coming down on him at once, you know?"
Kai couldn't sleep. He'd been laying in his bed for over an hour thinking about his attempted assassination.
'The only people I can think of who'd want me dead are...' "The Cammona Tong!"
'But why didn't those two members I just passed in the street attack me?'
This just confused him and eventually he closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep inhabited by nightmares.
Whilst he slept he felt a hand cover his mouth, he woke with a jump and stared at his attacker.
He was a Dark Elf of average height clad in full netch Leather armour with a black veil covering the bottom half of his face. His bright red eyes were wide as he attempted to choke the Khajjit with a pillow.
Kai reached under his mattress and pulled out an iron Longsword which he swung blindly and slashed his attacker's left arm.
The assassin dropped the pillow and staggered backwards in pain. The khajjit let out a sigh of relief due to being able to breathe again.
He jumped to his feet and swung his longsword but the Dunmer was ready for this and rose his shield, deflecting the blow and making Kai leave his chest open to attack.
The assassin dived forward and thrust his steel sword towards his target but Kai ducked under the blade and kneed him in the stomach causing him to double over. He took this as his chance and bought his weapon down, beheading the Dunmer.
After taking his weapon and a handful of gold that he was carrying he threw the body into a closet and climbed into bed.
'I'll deal with his corpse tomorrow.'
The next day Kai stood on the bottom floor of the South Wall cornerclub telling his friend, a wood elf named Arathor about the attack whilst Sugar lips sat at the bar staring at him. Her cooked hound meat sitting beside her filling the room with a wonderful aroma and covering up the sweet smell of Moon Sugar coming from behind the bar. She turned to Sottilde, a tall Nordic woman with short brown hair and a green robe.
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
Sottilde looked at her and nodded.
"Listen...I like...this man but he doesn't seem to notice me. What should I do?"
The Nord smiled and whispered, "Look, if you really like Kai, just tell him how you feel. I'm sure he feels the same way about you as well, Just be honest."
Sugar Lips sighed and put some food in her mouth.
Arathor shook his head and sighed,
"I'm not surprised Dren's after you, the amount of trouble you've caused him and the amount of slaves you've rescued. I mean come on, 50 in 1 year. Maybe you should just lay low for a while 'til it dies down a bit.
Kai frowned.
"I'll be fine, it's not like I'm going into the manor itself or anything. I can handle a few assassins. But I might be forced to pay Orvas a little visit if the attacks don't stop soon, there's only so much I can take."
Meanwhile...
An Argonian slave stood in the fields of the Dren plantation, tending to the crops. His name was Lemin and he'd been working at the plantation since he was 12. He was now 16 and he was sick of it.
He didn't mind the work. In fact he quite enjoyed farming but it was the way he was treated that bothered him. They didn't have any respect for the slaves and always treated him like a pile of crap.
He stopped to get a breather for a second and felt a whip crack along his back. He'd learned long ago not to yelp as it just resulted in another lashing so instead he gritted his teeth and kept working.
He was born in Cyrodiil and had never set foot in the Black Marsh so he wasn't used to the heat either. His parents had fled to Mournhold when he was 2 to get away from a slaver who was trying to catch them. At the time they were unaware of the racism towards their kind in Morrowind. Ten years later they were murdered by a Cammona Tong assassin whilst they walked through the great bazaar and Lemin was sent to the Dren Plantation to work.
The Argonian farmer looked at his tormentor, a very large Dunmer dressed in full steel armour, a huge whip clasped in his right hand, on his leg was a scabbard holding an ebony longsword. Sharpened so that one swipe could rip anyone in half. He didn't look like someone to mess with.
As soon as night fell and he was heading back towards the slave quarters in an organised line he stepped aside and hid behind a tree. After a minute or two and he was sure the coast was clear he stepped back out and ran full pelt through the forest toward the home of the friendly farmer, Sterdecan who quite often helped slaves escape from the plantation.
But before he got even halfway there a voice called out to him in the night.
The argonian turned around and felt his heart skip a beat when he realised that it was Kalo, a high ranked member of the Cammona Tong who particularly liked to torment the Argonian slaves.
He was missing his right eye, but that didn't seem to affect his fighting skills, as he was known as one of the fastest members of the Cammona Tong.
The Dunmer drew his ebony shortsword and ran toward the Argonian. Lemin stepped to one side and the blade missed him by an inch.
"I can just tell the boss that when I found you a kagouti was eating your insides. Now, prepare to die reptile!"
The slave ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.
'Shit. I can't head toward the farm now or Kalo'll find out where he lives! If only I can reach Vivec the ordinators'll protect me.' He thought just as a throwing knife flew past his ear.
He darted through the trees attempting to lose his pursuer but he always seemed to be two steps ahead of the Argonian.
After running for what seemed like hours but in actuality was probably just a matter of minutes he came to a cliff which he promptly jumped over, dropping a rock as he went making a huge splash whilst he grabbed hold of a tree branch.
Kalo ran to the edge and stopped.
'If I don't catch that slave Orvas'll kill me. But if I jump into that water it may kill me...'
The Dunmer dived over the cliff, not knowing that the Argonian wasn't in the water.
Lemin watched as his pursuer fell past him screaming and landed on a pile of rocks, dying instantly before being carried away by the current and thrown over a waterfall.
The argonian shook his head.
'Such a waste of an ebony weapon'
He smiled and began to climb back up the cliff-edge.
Next chapter will be added soon. Please review.
Disclaimer: If for some reason you care about this please refer to the first chapter.
My first review. Yay! Erm chapter 1 has been edited slightly. :)
Fredas the 16th of First Seed 3E 299 11.30 PM
As Kai walked through the streets he was convinced that someone was watching him but he just shrugged it off.
'I'm being paranoid. That assassin wasn't the most competent I've ever seen, he was probably just an angry Dunmer who'd had a bit too much to drink and didn't like seeing a Khajjit roaming free.'
When he walked past the Balmora Council club, local hangout of the Cammona Tong he saw two Dunmer. They looked at each other and just stared at the Khajjit as he walked past.
As soon as Kai was out of earshot the shorter of the two leant over and whispered,
"Shouldn't we have attacked him or something?"
The other Dunmer glared at his partner,
"I was given strict orders from Dren himself. We've got to ignore him; I think the boss want's his death to look like an attack from the Morag Tong or something. Doesn't want the entire thieves guild coming down on him at once, you know?"
Kai couldn't sleep. He'd been laying in his bed for over an hour thinking about his attempted assassination.
'The only people I can think of who'd want me dead are...' "The Cammona Tong!"
'But why didn't those two members I just passed in the street attack me?'
This just confused him and eventually he closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep inhabited by nightmares.
Whilst he slept he felt a hand cover his mouth, he woke with a jump and stared at his attacker.
He was a Dark Elf of average height clad in full netch Leather armour with a black veil covering the bottom half of his face. His bright red eyes were wide as he attempted to choke the Khajjit with a pillow.
Kai reached under his mattress and pulled out an iron Longsword which he swung blindly and slashed his attacker's left arm.
The assassin dropped the pillow and staggered backwards in pain. The khajjit let out a sigh of relief due to being able to breathe again.
He jumped to his feet and swung his longsword but the Dunmer was ready for this and rose his shield, deflecting the blow and making Kai leave his chest open to attack.
The assassin dived forward and thrust his steel sword towards his target but Kai ducked under the blade and kneed him in the stomach causing him to double over. He took this as his chance and bought his weapon down, beheading the Dunmer.
After taking his weapon and a handful of gold that he was carrying he threw the body into a closet and climbed into bed.
'I'll deal with his corpse tomorrow.'
The next day Kai stood on the bottom floor of the South Wall cornerclub telling his friend, a wood elf named Arathor about the attack whilst Sugar lips sat at the bar staring at him. Her cooked hound meat sitting beside her filling the room with a wonderful aroma and covering up the sweet smell of Moon Sugar coming from behind the bar. She turned to Sottilde, a tall Nordic woman with short brown hair and a green robe.
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
Sottilde looked at her and nodded.
"Listen...I like...this man but he doesn't seem to notice me. What should I do?"
The Nord smiled and whispered, "Look, if you really like Kai, just tell him how you feel. I'm sure he feels the same way about you as well, Just be honest."
Sugar Lips sighed and put some food in her mouth.
Arathor shook his head and sighed,
"I'm not surprised Dren's after you, the amount of trouble you've caused him and the amount of slaves you've rescued. I mean come on, 50 in 1 year. Maybe you should just lay low for a while 'til it dies down a bit.
Kai frowned.
"I'll be fine, it's not like I'm going into the manor itself or anything. I can handle a few assassins. But I might be forced to pay Orvas a little visit if the attacks don't stop soon, there's only so much I can take."
Meanwhile...
An Argonian slave stood in the fields of the Dren plantation, tending to the crops. His name was Lemin and he'd been working at the plantation since he was 12. He was now 16 and he was sick of it.
He didn't mind the work. In fact he quite enjoyed farming but it was the way he was treated that bothered him. They didn't have any respect for the slaves and always treated him like a pile of crap.
He stopped to get a breather for a second and felt a whip crack along his back. He'd learned long ago not to yelp as it just resulted in another lashing so instead he gritted his teeth and kept working.
He was born in Cyrodiil and had never set foot in the Black Marsh so he wasn't used to the heat either. His parents had fled to Mournhold when he was 2 to get away from a slaver who was trying to catch them. At the time they were unaware of the racism towards their kind in Morrowind. Ten years later they were murdered by a Cammona Tong assassin whilst they walked through the great bazaar and Lemin was sent to the Dren Plantation to work.
The Argonian farmer looked at his tormentor, a very large Dunmer dressed in full steel armour, a huge whip clasped in his right hand, on his leg was a scabbard holding an ebony longsword. Sharpened so that one swipe could rip anyone in half. He didn't look like someone to mess with.
As soon as night fell and he was heading back towards the slave quarters in an organised line he stepped aside and hid behind a tree. After a minute or two and he was sure the coast was clear he stepped back out and ran full pelt through the forest toward the home of the friendly farmer, Sterdecan who quite often helped slaves escape from the plantation.
But before he got even halfway there a voice called out to him in the night.
The argonian turned around and felt his heart skip a beat when he realised that it was Kalo, a high ranked member of the Cammona Tong who particularly liked to torment the Argonian slaves.
He was missing his right eye, but that didn't seem to affect his fighting skills, as he was known as one of the fastest members of the Cammona Tong.
The Dunmer drew his ebony shortsword and ran toward the Argonian. Lemin stepped to one side and the blade missed him by an inch.
"I can just tell the boss that when I found you a kagouti was eating your insides. Now, prepare to die reptile!"
The slave ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.
'Shit. I can't head toward the farm now or Kalo'll find out where he lives! If only I can reach Vivec the ordinators'll protect me.' He thought just as a throwing knife flew past his ear.
He darted through the trees attempting to lose his pursuer but he always seemed to be two steps ahead of the Argonian.
After running for what seemed like hours but in actuality was probably just a matter of minutes he came to a cliff which he promptly jumped over, dropping a rock as he went making a huge splash whilst he grabbed hold of a tree branch.
Kalo ran to the edge and stopped.
'If I don't catch that slave Orvas'll kill me. But if I jump into that water it may kill me...'
The Dunmer dived over the cliff, not knowing that the Argonian wasn't in the water.
Lemin watched as his pursuer fell past him screaming and landed on a pile of rocks, dying instantly before being carried away by the current and thrown over a waterfall.
The argonian shook his head.
'Such a waste of an ebony weapon'
He smiled and began to climb back up the cliff-edge.
Next chapter will be added soon. Please review.