Morrowind: A Different Perspective
I don't own anything, except Miklan and Razzac.
"So, what is it like where you come from?" Miklan asked, trying to make conversation.
"It is barren, a wasteland. But, it comes with the territory, being an urshilaku." Razzac said, as if it was obvious.
"Oh, well then. Where I come from, there are buildings, lots of them. And a large castle, lots of nobles to rob." Miklan said with a gleam in his eye.
"You seam like my kind of person." Razzac laughed. As they were talking, they had no idea that they were being watched. All of the sudden, a nix hound jumped out! Miklan lost his cool and shot out a hail of arrows, most of which hit the nix hound. As he was wounded, Razzac jumped and mercilessly cut off the head.
"Here on Vvardenfell, you really have to keep an eye out for stuff. Just wait till you meet cliffracers." Razzac laughed.
"Oh well, at least we killed it. And besides, it's not like we were hurt or anything." Miklan said, not noticing the scratch Razzac received.
Soon they came about Pelagiad, a small town between cities in the south and cities up north. Mostly, it was a place for various illicit groups to do work. Miklan looked at Razzac, seeing if they should rest. What he saw shocked him. Razzac could barely carry all of his belongings.
"Razzac, are you okay?" Miklan asked, worried.
"No, I don't think I am. Go look for someone to make me a potion of cure common disease. I don't care what type it is." Razzac said.
"Here, let me get your stuff for you." Miklan took Razzac's meager possessions and carried him to a tavern. While Razzac was sleeping, Miklan used his basic skills in alchemy to create a potion of cure common disease. Miklan fed it to Razzac, and sat bye for a long, long night.
So, what did you think? I told you it would get better. R&R.