Here's another chapter for you, longer than the first two were. This is the last time I'm gonna say this so pay attention, I don't own Morrowind, Just my characters and any little changes that you may see. So, Review and tell me what ya think!
ReanimatedCowlord02, thank you for your comments! I happen to be a writer who loves criticism, well, constructive criticism anyway, and you gave that to me. I did my best to change the errors that were brought to my attention although I'll be the first to admit that my grammar isn't always great. I really am trying though I promise. Oh, and I didn't mention the Assassin's name because I wanted it to seem like it was a part of her past that was sorta disconnected from her..... P.S. Of course I want you to keep reviewing! Any way that you think my story could be improved will be welcomed (as long as you don't mercilessly nit pick)! Adios
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Upon returning to the Ald'Runn Mages Guild, after saying hello to various acquaintances, Larka went straight to her room on the upstairs level. She carefully cleaned her weapons and put them in a wooden chest. She then changed out of her black clothing to broken in leather boots, and fitted deep blue pants and a shirt. Tucking a small silver dagger into her belt, she left her room and went down the stairs onto the bottom level.
Almost immediately Larka heard a voice call, "Larka WinterStar! My Lady of the Deadly Dagger!" She smiled in spite of herself. Only a few people could ever make her truly smile, and her friend Krillan was one of them.
"Krill, I see you've thought up another ridiculous name for me." She said turning around. A male Breton, his hair a dark red and eyes a dark violet was running toward her. He wore a big smile and his eyes danced with mischief. He was wearing a disheveled looking tunic that had many stains, and a pair of plain brown pants and boots. His hair was slightly mussed and he was wiping his hands on a dirty cloth. Krillan was a fine alchemist, although his experimentation was sometimes very messy. "If you try and touch me with those hands I'll break them both." Larka cautioned him.
"Tisk Tisk, It appears that last nights job wasn't enough to stem your bloodlust." He retorted with a sly smile. "How many dead?"
"Five men. And I do not have bloodlust." Larka replied. "I don't kill for the hell of it. I have to have a cause."
"Ah yes. Like that Bosmer man you killed 4 days ago." Krillan pointed out.
"I had a cause! He cheated at our card game." Larka said blushing, it wasn't a very good excuse when Krillan put her antics into his perspective. "And I didn't kill him, I only beat him to a pulp.... Did he die?"
"Yes, just yesterday. You'll have to watch your back for a while. He was a Thieves Guild member. Low level, but you may have made some enemies." "It was a stupid thing to do you know." He finished bluntly.
"I know I know! Now can we please just get going?" Larka said. Only Krillan could have made her feel guilty for killing, she was sometimes glad she had him, even if he was her biggest critic. "Alright, why you insist on bringing me I don't know. I've about as much skill at a bow as you do with alchemy." Krillan grumbled. Every week Larka paid the Fighters Guild to use their archery courts to train. She just dragged Krillan along to keep her company.
"I do to have some skill at Alchemy." She said indignantly, though she knew it was a lie. "What about that Rising Force potion I made, that didn't blow up before I finished did it?"
"It Turned Me Into A Guar!" Krillan accused. "Fine! You stay here with your silly potions and I'll go and envision shooting you in a place no man should be shot!" Larka practically yelled. It wasn't an uncommon thing for their conversations to turn into arguments.
"Oh stop it, I'll go with you." Krillan hastily replied. "Just let me change cloths."
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Krillan was lucky however, there was a fierce ash storm blowing outside and since the courts were outdoors it was postponed. "You're lucky." Larka grumbled stalking back inside. She moodily went up to her room and got out her various daggers and swords. She went down to the lower level and began sharpening each one carefully. She looked over her shoulder to see Krillan returned to his potions. "I need you to help me re- enchant my short sword, the fire damage wore out." Larka said.
"Can't you get someone else to help you, like one of our Many enchanters perhaps?" he replied with a touch of sarcasm.
"Yes, but you'll help me for free." Larka said.
"Oh I will, will I?" Krillan replied slyly. Larka was well schooled in the colleges of Destruction and Illusion but she was hopeless at enchanting. "Yes or I'll kill you and make it look like an accident." She retorted. Larka would never dream of such a thing but she knew Krillan wouldn't put it past her.
"Fine, After I finish this batch of potions." Krillan said. "Thank you." Larka replied. "I need all the help I can get." She said to herself, she figured he already knew but she still didn't want to admit her weaknesses, especially to Krillan.
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It was the next day and Larka woke up feeling like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. He dreams were fitful and she often woke up in the middle of the night. She wearily lit some candles and dressed in her signature color of Midnight black. She put on a pair of pants and a shirt with flowing sleeves over which she laced up a leather bodice. It served as her chest protection when she didn't feel like going unarmored. After putting on a pair of black leather boots she combed her hair and pulled it back in a messy twist. She tucked her Daedric tanto into her belt and took her Daedric bow and her quiver of arrows from where they were mounted on her wall. She opened her door and walked to the next room over.
She rapped on the door a few times then barged in. Krillan was still asleep in his bed, though that didn't deter Larka. She lit his bedside candles and yanked off his covers.
He yelped and grabbed them away from her.
"Larka! I'm practically naked!" he yelled.
"I didn't look." Larka said, he was in fact practically naked, he wore only his loincloth. "Right, why in The Daedra's name did you have to wake me up anyway?" he grumbled. Wrapping the blanket around his waist and getting up.
"Because I need to go to see Skink in Sadrith Mora. Our Dwemer obsessed mistress here was mumbling something about another Dwemer ruin to raid, and if I don't get another quest or move my residence I'll have to be dragged down into yet another old and stuffy, not to mention deadly, ruin. And right about now that's the last thing I want to do." Larka replied.
"But why'd you wake Me up?" Krillan groaned.
"Because I want someone to come with me. And I haven't seen you in a while." Larka said.
"I saw you yesterday!" Krillan whined.
"Yes but before that I was off on a job. I've been gone for a while." Larka said.
"Larka! You were gone for only 3 days!"
"Well it doesn't matter, you're coming." She said pulling a blue and red traveling robe out of a dresser for him. It sometimes amazed Larka that she could behave so illogically sometimes. When she had come to the island only anger, determination, and hate had fueled her. She still possessed a quantity of all those things, but her friendship with Krillan had in some ways helped her tone down her "Energy Ball" as Krillan called it. She shook her head to clear it from all the thoughts and threw his Chitin boots at him. "C'mon, we have to get some breakfast before we go." She said to Krillan as he shoved his feet into his boots and put on his Chitin gauntlets and greeves. After eating a quick breakfast at one of the city taverns they returned to the Mages Guild. Larka went up to her room and retrieved a long black traveling cloak from her dresser and threw a few restore health and magicka potions into a satchel. She then put a ring of paralyzes onto her finger and gave the pack to Krillan to carry. He added a few scrolls and a few of his own potions to it as well. He situated his shock enchanted war axe on his belt as they walked to the Guild Guide. Larka paid the woman, and together they were teleported off to Sadrith Mora.
