Chapter 14. Remembrance of Mournhold
A/n: Wow, only two more chapters 'till Larka. Anyway, I do need some suggestions, and if any o' you have characters that Vvardenfell could meet along the way, please tell me! Oh yeah, and you'll find out why Vvardenfell hates Bretons shortly also!
The next morning as Vvardenfell awoke, she gently picked up the still-sleeping Skooma, carried him silently trough fort frostmoth, and back to the boat that they had come on.
"Leaving, so soon?" a female argonian asked, taking the fare from Vvardenfell's hand and showing her on board.
"Yes, I fear I don't have enough money for to long of a vacation here, but perhaps another time." She said, trying to conceal te amulet. The boat creaked, now moving in a south-eastern direction.
"Where we?" asked Skooma, awoken by the steady rocking of the boat. " I sleep, Skooma!" He shouted, jumping up and snatching a piece of the actual food out of a sailor's hand. The sailor was laughing, for he had met Skooma on the way to Solsthiem and was now feeding skooma large amounts of the substance after which he was named.
"Kuul, one mile!" Shouted the captian. Vvardenfell could just barely make out the shape of land on the horizon. She tilted her head back and allowed the soft ocean breeze to sift softly through her long golden-brown hair. She felt the slow rocking of the boat and tried to fight it no longer as she drifted off to sleep.
Ash storms, blight, and a statue surrounded by coda flowers. A man floating with his legs crossed.
She was awoken abruptly.
"Now arriving in Khuul!" She heard a sailor shout.
She picked up Skooma and walked out onto the docks. Many people stared at her with the same unforgiving eyes that they had given her when she had first arrived on the boat from Mournhold.
She remembered the night well, it had all happened so quickly. She had been sleeping, when there came a knock at her door made by an unknown hand in an unknown hour. She had gotten up, pulled her robe around herself and answered it. Before she could blink her eyes to stare at the strange gang of guards that stood before her she found herself swept off her feet and thrown in jail. She remembered well that lonely night spent weeping in the shadows, till she heard the door slam and saw an angry-looking guard storm in and walk to her cell.
"Uriel Sepitem is off his rocker! A dangerous criminal, to be let loose on an unsuspecting world." He said to himself while he opened the cell door with a worn and rusted key.
She had then found herself in prisoner's chains walking slowly towards a ship with a ring of guards around her, going who knew where. The shipride was long and boring, she was surrounded on all sides by bars and was trying not too hurl from the rocking of the ship, for she was unnacustomed to ships at that time.
The night before she was taken prisoner she was in a pub, amusing herself by watching two men fight. A Breton wearing the same clothes she was had come in, turned, and shot the owner in the head with a crossbow. She had then run down the street as quickly as she had come.
Vvardenfell had run out of the tavern in pursuit of the Breton, who had disappeared. The guards picked up info from the witnesses, and figured that Vvardenfell was their girl.
She had, after the long ride, come to the Seyda Neen port, which was where she had first received that glare. It was a mix between fright and hate, and it made her want to kill someone.
But now she realized that she had become well accustomed to it. As she walked up to the silt strider port she simply brushed by any one who looked at her, still carrying the sleeping Skooma in her arms.
A/n: I love Skooma, don't you? If any of you can think of suggestions or good comments (Bad ones I don't mind either) please give them to me in a review! Especially review about Skooma, I want to know what you guys think of him!