Chapter Two
An Unexpected Assignment
Day 1- Vivec, Foreign Canton, Fighters Guild 7:37 PM
The room was cramped, even though there were only seven people in it. We were all seated around the two circular tables that had been pushed together. The wooden chairs were not very comfortable but we all hid our discomfort. The tables were decorated with a fine blue tablecloth and some candles.
At the end of the tables was our guild co-master, Nerfeg, who refuses to give us his last name. He is well built for his age and he was also elderly and judicious. Being a passive Dunmer man it is ironic that he was top of the Fighters Guild. Beside Nerfeg was Ladarth Hake, our very trustworthy Wood Elf. He is twenty-three years old and is very short and nimble. The two Orc twins sat beside Lodarth, Horak and Gorak Gra-Sheih, both thirty-seven of age but Gorak was slightly older. They were both expert armorers and very skilled with a war-hammer.
On the opposite side of the tables sat the twenty-eight year old Argonian. Argonians are reptilian-like-people who walk on two legs and have a long tail to support them. He got the nickname of "Slippy" because of his sneakiness and ability to swim extremely well. Slippy is also very good at alchemy because of the years he spent in his marshy homeland, Black Marsh. My fellow Nord, Karthgar Hrowasten (often called Karth) is twenty-three years old. Karth was not the brightest when it came to studies but he comes through when you most need him. Karth preferred to uses the sword that his father gave him, a large Nordic Claymore that was covered in intricate designs.
My name is Kama Karasi, only twenty-two years old I am the youngest out of our group. I am very experienced in the art of enchanting and also with an axe. The axe that I use is a one handed axe that my grandfather enchanted himself; he called the axe Flamebiter for it made the skin of my enemies burn with each strike.
The conference was about to begin; everyone fell silent as Nerfeg started to talk.
"All of you here today were chosen for a special assignment. Some of you if not all have heard of what happened in Balmora not to long ago. The same thing has happened in Ebonheart a few days ago, we think that the "Sixth House" is behind this. Of course it is not the real Sixth House whom Azura eliminated many years ago. They are trying to bring panic to the people of Vvardenfell to claim what was once theirs many, many years ago. Even before the Empire put up forts and settlements they were on Vvardenfell."
Nerfeg stopped for a moment, "Now you must all work as one, a team. If you do not you will indubitably die. Please do not be scare, I have much faith in you."
"Where will we be going, Nerfeg?" Asked Lodarth.
"To Red Mountain." Replied Nerfeg. Everyone had a shocked look on their face.
"Sir, you do realize that the Blight-" Nerfeg cut him off.
"Yes, yes the Blight is there but there are spells of cure Blight disease."
"None of us can cast any spell though."
"Well that is why you are going to Ebonheart first." Nerfeg stood up, "Now you had better get ready for you leave tomorrow morning."
He left the room and Lodarth said, "Ebonheart. Do you suppose we are going to see the Duke?" Everyone nodded and I got up and went into bedroom where there were many bunk beds, eight of them, which made sixteen beds in all. I sat on my bed that was under the one that Lordarth had. I sat down on the bed and opened the large chest that was beside it. I took out my bag and started to put clothing in it.
"It is nearly ten, you had better get some sleep Kama." Nerfeg had entered the room and was whispering in his calm, deep, hoarse voice.
"I was just getting ready for tomorrow morning, sir." I replied, there was a long silence, after a while I finally said, "Will it be hard?"
"Only as hard as you make it, Kama." Was the Dark Elf's reply.
"What will we be up against?"
"I will not say, for I do not truly know."
"Then will you pray for us, Nerfeg?"
"I will, for you will need all the help you can get." Nerfeg went out the door and to the left where his private quarter was.
Karth and Lodarth were talking; they have been best friends the whole time they were in the Fighters Guild. I lay in my bed, trying to get to sleep sleep. Usually I would fall asleep right away but tonight all I could do was think about the challenges we would face on our journey.
A few hours later I finally dozed off and had a pleasant dream about drifting off into the Sea of Ghosts alone with only the warm sun and salty smell of the sea.
Chapter Three
The Waking Moment
Day 2- 7:30 AM
I yawned as the sun bolted through my only window in my wooden hut. I lay in bed for a while not wanting to get up, 'I have to get to Balmora in a few hours.' I thought to myself. Sugar-lips Habasi, the new-fangled recruit, needed some tips on sneaking around unnoticed. Being in the Thieves' Guild was fun but required a lot of time for the better-trained thieves to train the new ones, this I loathed.
Finally I got up and got dressed in my black tunic and black common pants. "There was something else I was supposed to do this morning." I said aloud to myself. I paced back and forth, pondering what it was I was forgetting. "Something before I go see Sugar-lips I'm sure." I said aloud. "Oh well, I am sure I will remember what it was before I get to Balmora. And after all, if I forgot it, it must not have been that important."
I grabbed my belt and two steel daggers; which by no means when anywhere without. I also grabbed by longbow, which I love, and the quiver of arrows that went with it. Before going out the door I snatched a bag of Drakes off the table, I had stolen them a traveling merchant the night before.
When I opened the door I was hit with the strong aroma of the salty sea. Seyda Neen is a small port town on the southwestern coast of Vvardenfell; it is one of the few cities that offer a trip to the main land. Seyda Neen is located just northwest of Ebonheart and Vivec and south from the other port town of Hla Oad. It is a nice small town, populated with mostly Dark Elves or Dunmer and Wood Elves or Bosmer. There are not many houses, but there is a Census Office, which keeps track of all the newcomers to Vvardenfell. There is also an Imperial storage building where the Empire keeps it's goods that are to be shipped out.
I walked out to only see that two people were outside. Fargoth, a middle-aged Wood Elf like myself, whom was talking to an Imperial Guard, who's name I did not know. I walked around them and into the small trade house. Behind the wooden counter was a High Elf called Arrille. Arrille is a tall golden-skinned High Elf or Altmer. He was proud of his race, that was for sure, I have not seen many in my life and Arrille is the only one I ever really talked to.
"Greetings friend." Said Arrille, "Your up early, aren't you?"
"Yes, I need to go to Balmora for a meeting at three but I would like to do some training before my meeting takes place." I replied.
"Oh, well that is all very good. What can I do for you, sir?"
"Could you get me some Saltrice and Crabmeat?"
Why yes I can friend." He said kindly. He took a moment to get the food but was pretty fast at preparing it. I looked around, no one was here yet. During the day it was usually very crowded and Arrille got a lot of business. 'I like the place better when it is quite.' I thought to myself.
"Here you are sir." Said the Altmer as he put the Saltrice and Crabmeat on the counter. "That will be eleven Drakes."
I nodded and handed him the eleven Drakes.
"Sir, may I ask what your name is?" asked Arrille.
"Most people just call me James," was my reply. I turned to leave; I had stopped myself from stealing from him. Arrille is a good man and does not deserve to be robbed; no that was what the rich deserved. He waved to me as I took one last look at him before leaving the trade house, I waved back and smile, 'what a friendly Altmer,' I thought to myself. I headed northeast to the city of Pelagiad from which I would head northwest to the city of Balmora.
An Unexpected Assignment
Day 1- Vivec, Foreign Canton, Fighters Guild 7:37 PM
The room was cramped, even though there were only seven people in it. We were all seated around the two circular tables that had been pushed together. The wooden chairs were not very comfortable but we all hid our discomfort. The tables were decorated with a fine blue tablecloth and some candles.
At the end of the tables was our guild co-master, Nerfeg, who refuses to give us his last name. He is well built for his age and he was also elderly and judicious. Being a passive Dunmer man it is ironic that he was top of the Fighters Guild. Beside Nerfeg was Ladarth Hake, our very trustworthy Wood Elf. He is twenty-three years old and is very short and nimble. The two Orc twins sat beside Lodarth, Horak and Gorak Gra-Sheih, both thirty-seven of age but Gorak was slightly older. They were both expert armorers and very skilled with a war-hammer.
On the opposite side of the tables sat the twenty-eight year old Argonian. Argonians are reptilian-like-people who walk on two legs and have a long tail to support them. He got the nickname of "Slippy" because of his sneakiness and ability to swim extremely well. Slippy is also very good at alchemy because of the years he spent in his marshy homeland, Black Marsh. My fellow Nord, Karthgar Hrowasten (often called Karth) is twenty-three years old. Karth was not the brightest when it came to studies but he comes through when you most need him. Karth preferred to uses the sword that his father gave him, a large Nordic Claymore that was covered in intricate designs.
My name is Kama Karasi, only twenty-two years old I am the youngest out of our group. I am very experienced in the art of enchanting and also with an axe. The axe that I use is a one handed axe that my grandfather enchanted himself; he called the axe Flamebiter for it made the skin of my enemies burn with each strike.
The conference was about to begin; everyone fell silent as Nerfeg started to talk.
"All of you here today were chosen for a special assignment. Some of you if not all have heard of what happened in Balmora not to long ago. The same thing has happened in Ebonheart a few days ago, we think that the "Sixth House" is behind this. Of course it is not the real Sixth House whom Azura eliminated many years ago. They are trying to bring panic to the people of Vvardenfell to claim what was once theirs many, many years ago. Even before the Empire put up forts and settlements they were on Vvardenfell."
Nerfeg stopped for a moment, "Now you must all work as one, a team. If you do not you will indubitably die. Please do not be scare, I have much faith in you."
"Where will we be going, Nerfeg?" Asked Lodarth.
"To Red Mountain." Replied Nerfeg. Everyone had a shocked look on their face.
"Sir, you do realize that the Blight-" Nerfeg cut him off.
"Yes, yes the Blight is there but there are spells of cure Blight disease."
"None of us can cast any spell though."
"Well that is why you are going to Ebonheart first." Nerfeg stood up, "Now you had better get ready for you leave tomorrow morning."
He left the room and Lodarth said, "Ebonheart. Do you suppose we are going to see the Duke?" Everyone nodded and I got up and went into bedroom where there were many bunk beds, eight of them, which made sixteen beds in all. I sat on my bed that was under the one that Lordarth had. I sat down on the bed and opened the large chest that was beside it. I took out my bag and started to put clothing in it.
"It is nearly ten, you had better get some sleep Kama." Nerfeg had entered the room and was whispering in his calm, deep, hoarse voice.
"I was just getting ready for tomorrow morning, sir." I replied, there was a long silence, after a while I finally said, "Will it be hard?"
"Only as hard as you make it, Kama." Was the Dark Elf's reply.
"What will we be up against?"
"I will not say, for I do not truly know."
"Then will you pray for us, Nerfeg?"
"I will, for you will need all the help you can get." Nerfeg went out the door and to the left where his private quarter was.
Karth and Lodarth were talking; they have been best friends the whole time they were in the Fighters Guild. I lay in my bed, trying to get to sleep sleep. Usually I would fall asleep right away but tonight all I could do was think about the challenges we would face on our journey.
A few hours later I finally dozed off and had a pleasant dream about drifting off into the Sea of Ghosts alone with only the warm sun and salty smell of the sea.
Chapter Three
The Waking Moment
Day 2- 7:30 AM
I yawned as the sun bolted through my only window in my wooden hut. I lay in bed for a while not wanting to get up, 'I have to get to Balmora in a few hours.' I thought to myself. Sugar-lips Habasi, the new-fangled recruit, needed some tips on sneaking around unnoticed. Being in the Thieves' Guild was fun but required a lot of time for the better-trained thieves to train the new ones, this I loathed.
Finally I got up and got dressed in my black tunic and black common pants. "There was something else I was supposed to do this morning." I said aloud to myself. I paced back and forth, pondering what it was I was forgetting. "Something before I go see Sugar-lips I'm sure." I said aloud. "Oh well, I am sure I will remember what it was before I get to Balmora. And after all, if I forgot it, it must not have been that important."
I grabbed my belt and two steel daggers; which by no means when anywhere without. I also grabbed by longbow, which I love, and the quiver of arrows that went with it. Before going out the door I snatched a bag of Drakes off the table, I had stolen them a traveling merchant the night before.
When I opened the door I was hit with the strong aroma of the salty sea. Seyda Neen is a small port town on the southwestern coast of Vvardenfell; it is one of the few cities that offer a trip to the main land. Seyda Neen is located just northwest of Ebonheart and Vivec and south from the other port town of Hla Oad. It is a nice small town, populated with mostly Dark Elves or Dunmer and Wood Elves or Bosmer. There are not many houses, but there is a Census Office, which keeps track of all the newcomers to Vvardenfell. There is also an Imperial storage building where the Empire keeps it's goods that are to be shipped out.
I walked out to only see that two people were outside. Fargoth, a middle-aged Wood Elf like myself, whom was talking to an Imperial Guard, who's name I did not know. I walked around them and into the small trade house. Behind the wooden counter was a High Elf called Arrille. Arrille is a tall golden-skinned High Elf or Altmer. He was proud of his race, that was for sure, I have not seen many in my life and Arrille is the only one I ever really talked to.
"Greetings friend." Said Arrille, "Your up early, aren't you?"
"Yes, I need to go to Balmora for a meeting at three but I would like to do some training before my meeting takes place." I replied.
"Oh, well that is all very good. What can I do for you, sir?"
"Could you get me some Saltrice and Crabmeat?"
Why yes I can friend." He said kindly. He took a moment to get the food but was pretty fast at preparing it. I looked around, no one was here yet. During the day it was usually very crowded and Arrille got a lot of business. 'I like the place better when it is quite.' I thought to myself.
"Here you are sir." Said the Altmer as he put the Saltrice and Crabmeat on the counter. "That will be eleven Drakes."
I nodded and handed him the eleven Drakes.
"Sir, may I ask what your name is?" asked Arrille.
"Most people just call me James," was my reply. I turned to leave; I had stopped myself from stealing from him. Arrille is a good man and does not deserve to be robbed; no that was what the rich deserved. He waved to me as I took one last look at him before leaving the trade house, I waved back and smile, 'what a friendly Altmer,' I thought to myself. I headed northeast to the city of Pelagiad from which I would head northwest to the city of Balmora.