Once Kiseena had determined which of the huts of Hla Oad was known as
Fatleg's Drop-Off, Kiseena sat to have dinner and then continued on out
of town. Why? Because the idea of an armored adventurer stopping in town
for a simple meal was now foremost in the minds of those who lived in
the swamp-town. Few would suspect that Kiseena was waiting in the bushes
in the distance for nightfall.
When the dark of night had fallen with the added darkness of the clouds
overhead, Kiseena returned to town. With armor left in the bushes in a
memorable spot, Kiseena was able to move more quickly, and more
silently. Into Fatleg's Drop-Off this one went, and quickly was the
search for Habasi's missing artifacts. The lock on their hiding place
was simple to bypass, and curious fingers found the items that
Sugar-Lips had misplaced. The chest was re-locked so that Ra'Zhid would be none the wiser.
It was then that this one's eye was drawn to a trap door with light glowing around the edges. Kiseena sometimes has trouble fighting the urges of curiosity, and so the door was opened and the underground investigated. The caverns and tunnels were large, perhaps stretching under most of the wet town of Hla Oad. How they keep the falling rain out so easily is beyond this one's mind.
While investigating, Kiseena was much less sneaky than she should have been. She was found and brought before a severe-looking dunmer who cast dubious looks. Remarkably, this one was then mistaken for an expected courier. Rather than attempt to escape and return to Balmora with many guards and angry mer in tow, this one played along. The events that follow make Kiseena sad, and it is lucky for both her and her "delivery" that this one was able to hide her anger.
The drop-off point was a home in Balmora. The package in question was the most scared of kittens Kiseena had ever seen, a fellow khajiit by the name of Rabinna. It made Kiseena sick to her stomach, but Rabinna would not follow along without the aid of a leash and collar. Kiseena and her companion then left the town of Hla Oad, following the paths south to the bridge and then north along the Odai.
Try as she might, Kiseena is not able to convince Rabinna that she means to free her somehow. This kitten has been abused and hated so much in her life that even the words of Kiseena seem wrong and evil to her young ears. She sits there even now, watching this one untrustingly across the campfire and refusing to eat offered meats and bread and cheeses.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Another Swamp Town and More Wet Fur
The Council Club was close to the stairs leading up to where the
silt-bug driver stands and waits for foolish people who want to sit
inside bugs. Kiseena was watched carefully as she went down to the
tavern level. The man behind the bar directed Kiseena to Sovor Trandel,
one of the better-dressed servants this one had seen. He was not as
critical or distrusting of outsiders as the other dark elves of the room
seemed to be. Much booze and much monetary persuasion was done, but
eventually the inebriated Sovor gave Kiseena the key requested by
Habasi.
Although Sugar-Lips Habasi was less thrilled about receiving the key as she was receiving the diamond, the reward in-pocket was greater. Five hundred septims for a simple key and a few hours among dunmer giving Kiseena dirty looks. A bargain no matter the context. Also, this one now proudly holds the rank of Footpad. Kiseena is unsure about what the rank words mean or what they entitle, but it feels nice all the same.
Another task was given to this one. A friend of Habasi's by the name of Ra'Zhid in the town of Hla Oad has stolen dwarven artifacts from the guild of thieves. If the khajiit in question will not return the items, Kiseena is to find them and take them back through standard sneaky tactics. Hla Oad would prove to be quite a trip south from Balmora. Although Caius was likely waiting to hear from Kiseena again, he had told this one to cultivate an identity. How better to do so than to undertake a large job for the guild of thieves?
The way would be tricky. No roads lead directly from Balmora to Hla Oad. Asking around, an argonian by the name of Hul mentioned that the easiest course would be to head straight south along the Odai River that passes through Balmora until a correct road may be found. If Kiseena reaches the shore, then Kiseena has gone too far.
Kiseena collected her chitin armor and weapons that had been hidden before visiting the Council Club earlier in the day. Kiseena then bid the large town of Balmora farewell and set off along the river Odai. Thunder began to rumble in the distance as Kiseena happened across a kwama egg mine that resting miners called Shulk. The group of them were talking of something called the "Nerevarine prophecy" when Kiseena arrived. As the storm got closer, the group of them returned to the safety of the mine. Kiseena was not so lucky, and so the sound of rain bouncing off the metal of the new fur hat came quickly.
The storm almost seemed to let up while Kiseena was fighting a pair of scrib. As Kiseena continued south, the grass gave way to more ashen hills, and the thunder returned much more loudly. Mother would have said that the sky "opened up" then, with rain pouring down at such a volume that it became hard to see. At the shape of a wooden bridge, Kiseena turned west and thankfully left the ash and Odai behind to return to a pathway and words on signs this one was thankful to see. It then became easy for Kiseena to find the town of Hla Oad, where she sits on a bench beneath the awning of a hut and listened to the rain as words were written.
Although Sugar-Lips Habasi was less thrilled about receiving the key as she was receiving the diamond, the reward in-pocket was greater. Five hundred septims for a simple key and a few hours among dunmer giving Kiseena dirty looks. A bargain no matter the context. Also, this one now proudly holds the rank of Footpad. Kiseena is unsure about what the rank words mean or what they entitle, but it feels nice all the same.
Another task was given to this one. A friend of Habasi's by the name of Ra'Zhid in the town of Hla Oad has stolen dwarven artifacts from the guild of thieves. If the khajiit in question will not return the items, Kiseena is to find them and take them back through standard sneaky tactics. Hla Oad would prove to be quite a trip south from Balmora. Although Caius was likely waiting to hear from Kiseena again, he had told this one to cultivate an identity. How better to do so than to undertake a large job for the guild of thieves?
The way would be tricky. No roads lead directly from Balmora to Hla Oad. Asking around, an argonian by the name of Hul mentioned that the easiest course would be to head straight south along the Odai River that passes through Balmora until a correct road may be found. If Kiseena reaches the shore, then Kiseena has gone too far.
Kiseena collected her chitin armor and weapons that had been hidden before visiting the Council Club earlier in the day. Kiseena then bid the large town of Balmora farewell and set off along the river Odai. Thunder began to rumble in the distance as Kiseena happened across a kwama egg mine that resting miners called Shulk. The group of them were talking of something called the "Nerevarine prophecy" when Kiseena arrived. As the storm got closer, the group of them returned to the safety of the mine. Kiseena was not so lucky, and so the sound of rain bouncing off the metal of the new fur hat came quickly.
The storm almost seemed to let up while Kiseena was fighting a pair of scrib. As Kiseena continued south, the grass gave way to more ashen hills, and the thunder returned much more loudly. Mother would have said that the sky "opened up" then, with rain pouring down at such a volume that it became hard to see. At the shape of a wooden bridge, Kiseena turned west and thankfully left the ash and Odai behind to return to a pathway and words on signs this one was thankful to see. It then became easy for Kiseena to find the town of Hla Oad, where she sits on a bench beneath the awning of a hut and listened to the rain as words were written.
From Habasi to Nalcarya to Nerano
No sooner had Kiseena returned to the South Wall and told Habasi of this
one's wish to join than had she taken this one aside and told of the
first job of many. At the opposite corner of Balmora lived and worked an altmer by the name of Nalcarya of White Haven. The store was a house
of alchemy, and had a great many apparatus and ingredient for the
seasoned mage. The last time Sugar-Lips had been in Nalcarya's shop, she
had detected the scent of diamonds. It was a diamond that Kiseena was
asked to retrieve.
Nalcarya's alchemist shop was in the more expensive side of Balmora. It was because of this that the store was small and cramped, and because of this that one of the Balmora city guards stood watch in a corner. Thankfully for Kiseena, heavy armor does wonders for protection but does little to allow one to see all goings-on in the area. It was a simple task to enter into conversation with the altmer, talk openly of a want to learn alchemy, and how the mortar and pestle on display was so lovely.. and to palm a diamond while the attention of all were on something quite different.
Yes, the diamond rest snugly in a pouch at Kiseena's waist while the conversation continued another few minutes. And then, just as suddenly, "pressing matters were at hand" that forced Kiseena to bid Nalcarya farewell. By now the clouds had returned or new clouds had arrived. The rain had begun falling once again. Habasi had been waiting for word of the task, but was quite surprised to see Kiseena returning with such haste and without city guards close at this one's heels.
The rest of the evening and long into the night were spent reveling in the day's sneaky acts with Sugar-Lips Habasi and her comrades. Much warming drink was drank, many songs sung and dances danced. Kiseena was even promoted from "Toad" to "Wet Ear" in the guild of thieves of Balmora by an adorably drunk Habasi before the lot of us fell asleep on the hard tables of the South Wall's underground bar.
When Kiseena awoke the next morning, this one's left ear refused to stay pointing in the correct direction for several hours. Habasi, who was in a much less jovial mood on waking up from a night of merrymaking, was still pleased to see this one. She told Kiseena of her next task. One of the local nobles of Balmora had a home called Nerano Manor. The lower doors of this manor house are rarely locked, but the upper doors are locked and it is behind these locks that the more interesting aspects of the house are located. Ondres Nerano, the noble himself, naturally has a key. But so too does Sovor Trandel, servant to Nerano.
Sovor is a frequent face at one of the higher-scale clubs of Balmora, the Council Club by the silt-bug port. It is here that Kiseena will go once this one has bathed and found somewhere to stow the armor and weapons that just do not speak the words "high-class."
Nalcarya's alchemist shop was in the more expensive side of Balmora. It was because of this that the store was small and cramped, and because of this that one of the Balmora city guards stood watch in a corner. Thankfully for Kiseena, heavy armor does wonders for protection but does little to allow one to see all goings-on in the area. It was a simple task to enter into conversation with the altmer, talk openly of a want to learn alchemy, and how the mortar and pestle on display was so lovely.. and to palm a diamond while the attention of all were on something quite different.
Yes, the diamond rest snugly in a pouch at Kiseena's waist while the conversation continued another few minutes. And then, just as suddenly, "pressing matters were at hand" that forced Kiseena to bid Nalcarya farewell. By now the clouds had returned or new clouds had arrived. The rain had begun falling once again. Habasi had been waiting for word of the task, but was quite surprised to see Kiseena returning with such haste and without city guards close at this one's heels.
The rest of the evening and long into the night were spent reveling in the day's sneaky acts with Sugar-Lips Habasi and her comrades. Much warming drink was drank, many songs sung and dances danced. Kiseena was even promoted from "Toad" to "Wet Ear" in the guild of thieves of Balmora by an adorably drunk Habasi before the lot of us fell asleep on the hard tables of the South Wall's underground bar.
When Kiseena awoke the next morning, this one's left ear refused to stay pointing in the correct direction for several hours. Habasi, who was in a much less jovial mood on waking up from a night of merrymaking, was still pleased to see this one. She told Kiseena of her next task. One of the local nobles of Balmora had a home called Nerano Manor. The lower doors of this manor house are rarely locked, but the upper doors are locked and it is behind these locks that the more interesting aspects of the house are located. Ondres Nerano, the noble himself, naturally has a key. But so too does Sovor Trandel, servant to Nerano.
Sovor is a frequent face at one of the higher-scale clubs of Balmora, the Council Club by the silt-bug port. It is here that Kiseena will go once this one has bathed and found somewhere to stow the armor and weapons that just do not speak the words "high-class."
The Duties Continue, Now Split Between Two Masters
Kiseena asked around about the whereabouts of Caius Cosades. An argonian
with the interesting name of Only-He-Stands-There told Kiseena that
whatever this one's business with Caius is, that Kiseena should be
careful. Apparently Caius looks as an old man, but when underestimated
in the past has been more than able to handle himself. Kiseena would
later find out that this was quite true.
A female khajiit named Chirranirr told Kiseena that Vvardenfell had many dwarven ruins, but that the imperials had decided to make looting them against the law. This one is not certain why the fellow khajiit offered this information; perhaps Kiseena looks more the adventurer than she realized, or perhaps Chirranirr was as warm-bellied as Kiseena was after the short snack of food and booze. She also mentioned that Caius has a taste for moon sugar that might rival that of Sheggorath himself.
The man behind bar suggested that Kiseena speak to the owner of the South Wall, named Bacola. On the way up toward this man, Kiseena met the lovely and mysterious Sugar-Lips Habasi and her comrades, Arathor and Sottilde. They kept to themselves in a back hallway, and their talking dried up soon after Kiseena neared. Something prompted this one to speak to Habasi, and before long, Kiseena was being offered a position in a guild of thieves. She said Kiseena looked as if to have some skill, and gave this one a short speech on the honor her guild holds. No stealing from brother thieves, no attacking brother thieves and where to find those that might help remove a bounty from this one's head. Kiseena asked for time to think over the proposition. There were more pressing matters at-hand such as freedom for services rendered.
Finally, Bacola was found, and directions to Caius were given. By now the angry clouds had gone away, and so Kiseena went to deliver the package and hopefully be done with the post-prison duties this one was thrust upon. The hopes were not founded in fate's wishes, sadly.
The home of Caius Cosades was messy, to say the least. Bottles and bed-things laying about, books pages-down on the floor. An old skooma-pipe, almost an antique, in an attempt at being hidden under the bed. Caius looked every bit the old addict that Chirranirr suggested, but Kiseena was wary. He was quite confused to hear that not only was Kiseena looking for him, but that Kiseena was doing so on imperial order. The package was given, but Caius asked this one not to leave quite yet. Sadly, the package mentioned that Kiseena was to become one of the Blades - the secret spies of the Emperor himself - and that as such would now be working for this Caius for a time.
Caius already had orders for Kiseena, as well. He gave this one some money and suggested that Kiseena take on a cover identity and see about joining a guild. Of the former, Kiseena chose again to call herself an "adventurer," a title that more and more feels as if to honor mother's memory. Of the latter, this one need only return to Sugar-Lips Habasi and relay her decision to join. It is for this guild that Kiseena should do some work, Caius said, so that the locals of Balmora might get used to seeing Kiseena and so be able to hide in the open.
Perhaps Only-He-Stands-There was right, and this Caius is more than meets the eye.
A female khajiit named Chirranirr told Kiseena that Vvardenfell had many dwarven ruins, but that the imperials had decided to make looting them against the law. This one is not certain why the fellow khajiit offered this information; perhaps Kiseena looks more the adventurer than she realized, or perhaps Chirranirr was as warm-bellied as Kiseena was after the short snack of food and booze. She also mentioned that Caius has a taste for moon sugar that might rival that of Sheggorath himself.
The man behind bar suggested that Kiseena speak to the owner of the South Wall, named Bacola. On the way up toward this man, Kiseena met the lovely and mysterious Sugar-Lips Habasi and her comrades, Arathor and Sottilde. They kept to themselves in a back hallway, and their talking dried up soon after Kiseena neared. Something prompted this one to speak to Habasi, and before long, Kiseena was being offered a position in a guild of thieves. She said Kiseena looked as if to have some skill, and gave this one a short speech on the honor her guild holds. No stealing from brother thieves, no attacking brother thieves and where to find those that might help remove a bounty from this one's head. Kiseena asked for time to think over the proposition. There were more pressing matters at-hand such as freedom for services rendered.
Finally, Bacola was found, and directions to Caius were given. By now the angry clouds had gone away, and so Kiseena went to deliver the package and hopefully be done with the post-prison duties this one was thrust upon. The hopes were not founded in fate's wishes, sadly.
The home of Caius Cosades was messy, to say the least. Bottles and bed-things laying about, books pages-down on the floor. An old skooma-pipe, almost an antique, in an attempt at being hidden under the bed. Caius looked every bit the old addict that Chirranirr suggested, but Kiseena was wary. He was quite confused to hear that not only was Kiseena looking for him, but that Kiseena was doing so on imperial order. The package was given, but Caius asked this one not to leave quite yet. Sadly, the package mentioned that Kiseena was to become one of the Blades - the secret spies of the Emperor himself - and that as such would now be working for this Caius for a time.
Caius already had orders for Kiseena, as well. He gave this one some money and suggested that Kiseena take on a cover identity and see about joining a guild. Of the former, Kiseena chose again to call herself an "adventurer," a title that more and more feels as if to honor mother's memory. Of the latter, this one need only return to Sugar-Lips Habasi and relay her decision to join. It is for this guild that Kiseena should do some work, Caius said, so that the locals of Balmora might get used to seeing Kiseena and so be able to hide in the open.
Perhaps Only-He-Stands-There was right, and this Caius is more than meets the eye.
Volcanoes, Silt-Bugs, Slavers - Why Would People Live Here?
After lunch this one continued on toward Balmora. The trip was not very
eventful. A short fight with a rat of a size Kiseena had not seen
outside the sewers and alleys of the white imperial city in Cyrodiil. It
was no match for Kiseena's blade. The grasses of the swamps near
Seyda Neen and Pelagiad gave way to a short canyon that this one
believes the locals call a "foyada," a path made from the long-ago
travel of lava. The center of Vvardenfell, apparently, is a large
volcano called Red Mountain.
The path taken along the ashen foyada was short, though, as the words on the signs led Kiseena toward another way. Along the walls of a place called the Moonmoth Legion Fort, then away and finally across a stone bridge to Balmora. By now it was starting to rain and there was another silt-bug nearby, much closer than the one this one had encountered at Seyda Neen. It took most of Kiseena's courage to cross the path of the terrible thing, especially when it made its also-terrible noises.
The rain got harder and so Kiseena found a building to take shelter in. By chance it happened to be a small trading house run by a fellow khajiit by the name of Ra'Virr. It is from Ra'Virr that Kiseena learned some things of Vvardenfell. For instance, it is the homeland of the dunmer, and most other traders would be at best unfriendly toward outlanders such as Kiseena. Also, in a round-about way, Kiseena found that Ra'Virr is one of the few in Balmora that would purchase the skooma and delicious moon sugar found in the slaver cave by Seyda Neen.
While waiting for the rain to stop, Kiseena bought some leather pants, arrows to replace those Kiseena had lost, and a fur helmet usually worn by nords of Skyrim. All this and a nice pouch of gold for two bottles of skooma and a few pinches of moon sugar! If all slave and bandit caves have as much, this one's money problems will be over quickly. The helmet proved to be large on this one's head, but it is sure to help in further potential liberation of money and such.
The guards of Balmora wear strange, dirty yellow armor, some with spikes. All are dark elves and most are unpleasant to speak with. One gave Kiseena directions to the South Wall Cornerclub, where Sellus Gravius had said that Kiseena should look for information regarding where Caius may be found. The rain slowed, but the sky was still mean-looking as this one crossed town, and eventually found the club.
It is loud here, but there are empty corner seats where wet khajiit may dry off and write words for later readers.
The path taken along the ashen foyada was short, though, as the words on the signs led Kiseena toward another way. Along the walls of a place called the Moonmoth Legion Fort, then away and finally across a stone bridge to Balmora. By now it was starting to rain and there was another silt-bug nearby, much closer than the one this one had encountered at Seyda Neen. It took most of Kiseena's courage to cross the path of the terrible thing, especially when it made its also-terrible noises.
The rain got harder and so Kiseena found a building to take shelter in. By chance it happened to be a small trading house run by a fellow khajiit by the name of Ra'Virr. It is from Ra'Virr that Kiseena learned some things of Vvardenfell. For instance, it is the homeland of the dunmer, and most other traders would be at best unfriendly toward outlanders such as Kiseena. Also, in a round-about way, Kiseena found that Ra'Virr is one of the few in Balmora that would purchase the skooma and delicious moon sugar found in the slaver cave by Seyda Neen.
While waiting for the rain to stop, Kiseena bought some leather pants, arrows to replace those Kiseena had lost, and a fur helmet usually worn by nords of Skyrim. All this and a nice pouch of gold for two bottles of skooma and a few pinches of moon sugar! If all slave and bandit caves have as much, this one's money problems will be over quickly. The helmet proved to be large on this one's head, but it is sure to help in further potential liberation of money and such.
The guards of Balmora wear strange, dirty yellow armor, some with spikes. All are dark elves and most are unpleasant to speak with. One gave Kiseena directions to the South Wall Cornerclub, where Sellus Gravius had said that Kiseena should look for information regarding where Caius may be found. The rain slowed, but the sky was still mean-looking as this one crossed town, and eventually found the club.
It is loud here, but there are empty corner seats where wet khajiit may dry off and write words for later readers.
Passing Notes Between Kittens
Kiseena left Seyda Neen bright and early today. The air was not too warm
and sticky, and Kiseena had almost forgotten the smell of the evil
water from last night. Kiseena said her good-byes to Elone, Hrisskar,
Arrille and yes, even Fargoth, before leaving the way the words of
Elone's directions told. North from town, then east along the road,
following signs. Kiseena was glad to get the sound of the big silt-bug
out of her mind.
The trail was long and mostly boring. Kiseena fought a small yellow leech-thing that Kiseena later found out was called a scrib. What is it with Vvardenfell and the creepy, disgusting animals? Where are the dogs and deer and cute bear cubs of Cyrodiil?
It was not long after Kiseena passed a path that led north to a place called Pelagiad that Kiseena met a very well-dressed woman named Maurrie. She was very nervous and said she had recently been robbed. The bandit had stolen her jewels and then left toward the nearby imperial town. Maurrie was not very concerned with trying to recover her jewels - instead she was more concerned with meeting the bandit again. The woman was almost giddy with feelings for the bandit and told Kiseena of him for a long time. Then, begging for Kiseena's help, Maurrie gave this one a glove and asked her to find the bandit, named Nelos something.
Had Kiseena not just passed the road to that town, Kiseena would have said no. Plus, this one has a soft-spot for love, no matter how foolish it may sound. In Pelagiad, a woman suggested Kiseena look in the local tavern for this Nelos mer. The elf was sitting in one of the dark corners of the Halfway Tradehouse, no doubt working on his mysterious rogue appearance. Kiseena was happy to see the confusion when Kiseena showed Nelos the glove. Nelos scribbled words on a small paper and asked Kiseena to return the paper to Maurrie.
The cynic voice in Kiseena's head says that if Kiseena knew the extent of the back-and-forth between woman and mer that this one might have refused the task from the start. But there is an odd charm to having a hand in the affairs of others in a way that does not involve hiding in shadows and curious fingers. Sadly, the only reward that Maurrie had for Kiseena was the suggestion that Kiseena meet her friend Barnard in a town called Tel Branora, saying that we would "get along famously." Kiseena has not met this man or mer, but has doubts of such a thing.
For now, Kiseena eats a short lunch out of sight of Maurrie (who is no doubt headed soon to Pelagiad) and writes words of the morning's events.
The trail was long and mostly boring. Kiseena fought a small yellow leech-thing that Kiseena later found out was called a scrib. What is it with Vvardenfell and the creepy, disgusting animals? Where are the dogs and deer and cute bear cubs of Cyrodiil?
It was not long after Kiseena passed a path that led north to a place called Pelagiad that Kiseena met a very well-dressed woman named Maurrie. She was very nervous and said she had recently been robbed. The bandit had stolen her jewels and then left toward the nearby imperial town. Maurrie was not very concerned with trying to recover her jewels - instead she was more concerned with meeting the bandit again. The woman was almost giddy with feelings for the bandit and told Kiseena of him for a long time. Then, begging for Kiseena's help, Maurrie gave this one a glove and asked her to find the bandit, named Nelos something.
Had Kiseena not just passed the road to that town, Kiseena would have said no. Plus, this one has a soft-spot for love, no matter how foolish it may sound. In Pelagiad, a woman suggested Kiseena look in the local tavern for this Nelos mer. The elf was sitting in one of the dark corners of the Halfway Tradehouse, no doubt working on his mysterious rogue appearance. Kiseena was happy to see the confusion when Kiseena showed Nelos the glove. Nelos scribbled words on a small paper and asked Kiseena to return the paper to Maurrie.
The cynic voice in Kiseena's head says that if Kiseena knew the extent of the back-and-forth between woman and mer that this one might have refused the task from the start. But there is an odd charm to having a hand in the affairs of others in a way that does not involve hiding in shadows and curious fingers. Sadly, the only reward that Maurrie had for Kiseena was the suggestion that Kiseena meet her friend Barnard in a town called Tel Branora, saying that we would "get along famously." Kiseena has not met this man or mer, but has doubts of such a thing.
For now, Kiseena eats a short lunch out of sight of Maurrie (who is no doubt headed soon to Pelagiad) and writes words of the morning's events.
Creepy Elves and Hollow Stumps
The book was very interesting, and one that Kiseena would like to own
again in the future. For now, Kiseena may have to sell it, as it
looks well-made and expensive. After the reading and the drinking and
the sitting in the sun, Kiseena had little chance holding back the urge
to nap. And this one did nap, for many hours.
When Kiseena awoke again, it was quite dark. Down in the nearby Seyda Neen, Kiseena could see a guard with torch doing his boring rounds. Also, Kiseena could see a creepy little elf named Fargoth wandering about. This one had not noticed before, but the other people of Seyda Neen seem to dislike talking to or even being near this wood elf. Perhaps Kiseena is being too hard on the mer, but that is not for this one to decide.
As Kiseena watched the wood elf, he began to creep about the tall stone wall that ran about part of the Census building. His path zigged and zagged between the small huts about the shore of town, as if trying to make sure that any following him would be confused. In time, no doubt with a proud-of-himself smirk on his mer face, Fargoth crept to the dirty muck-puddle nearby the large tree and began to wade through its waters. When he was waist-deep, Kiseena saw Fargoth reach down into a stump in the middle and fiddle about.
By the time Kiseena crept down from the lighthouse (by way of the old, dead tree outside, so as not to disturb the keeper), Fargoth had slipped away again, perhaps to change his lower clothing. Kiseena did her best to look, but could not think of a way to retrieve what goods the stump held in such a way as to not touch the smelly water.
Kiseena will never forgive Fargoth, nor that Skyrim-born Hrisskar, for making Kiseena wade through evil waters to retrieve three hundred lousy septims and two lockpicks and that magic ring. The water of the sea was very cold and cleaning Kiseena's pants and fur was not pleasant. If Hrisskar were not such a large man, Kiseena might have decided to keep all of the money found in the stupid stump. He was at least happy enough to let Kiseena keep one hundred of the coins and everything else found in the hiding place.
That will help Kiseena forget about the dirty pool and the creepy elf. If it were not so late in the day, Kiseena would begin the trip to Balmora. If Vvardenfell is as dangerous as Elone and others have hinted, then travelling at night alone is a very bad idea.
When Kiseena awoke again, it was quite dark. Down in the nearby Seyda Neen, Kiseena could see a guard with torch doing his boring rounds. Also, Kiseena could see a creepy little elf named Fargoth wandering about. This one had not noticed before, but the other people of Seyda Neen seem to dislike talking to or even being near this wood elf. Perhaps Kiseena is being too hard on the mer, but that is not for this one to decide.
As Kiseena watched the wood elf, he began to creep about the tall stone wall that ran about part of the Census building. His path zigged and zagged between the small huts about the shore of town, as if trying to make sure that any following him would be confused. In time, no doubt with a proud-of-himself smirk on his mer face, Fargoth crept to the dirty muck-puddle nearby the large tree and began to wade through its waters. When he was waist-deep, Kiseena saw Fargoth reach down into a stump in the middle and fiddle about.
By the time Kiseena crept down from the lighthouse (by way of the old, dead tree outside, so as not to disturb the keeper), Fargoth had slipped away again, perhaps to change his lower clothing. Kiseena did her best to look, but could not think of a way to retrieve what goods the stump held in such a way as to not touch the smelly water.
Kiseena will never forgive Fargoth, nor that Skyrim-born Hrisskar, for making Kiseena wade through evil waters to retrieve three hundred lousy septims and two lockpicks and that magic ring. The water of the sea was very cold and cleaning Kiseena's pants and fur was not pleasant. If Hrisskar were not such a large man, Kiseena might have decided to keep all of the money found in the stupid stump. He was at least happy enough to let Kiseena keep one hundred of the coins and everything else found in the hiding place.
That will help Kiseena forget about the dirty pool and the creepy elf. If it were not so late in the day, Kiseena would begin the trip to Balmora. If Vvardenfell is as dangerous as Elone and others have hinted, then travelling at night alone is a very bad idea.
Being Sneaky and Getting Paid, Too
It felt very good to sleep in a bed for the first time in many days and
months. This day started off almost as curious as the one before.
Kiseena first talked to Elone for the second time. She is a redguard and worked the bar above Arrille's trading house last night when Kiseena needed a room. Elone noticed this one's discomfort at the idea of being near the silt-bugs (of which Kiseena recently found out there was more than one, S'renndar help us all). She was very nice to Kiseena, and gave this one written directions on how to travel to Balmora by road instead. It will be a long walk, and may be dangerous, but it is preferable to silt-bugs in more ways than Kiseena has paper to write words.
Before Kiseena could leave the bar, a very large man - possibly one of the Skyrim people - stopped Kiseena. He said this one "looked like a sneaky sort of person," and to Kiseena's surprise, offered a task that he would rather keep off the record. It appears this man (as it turns, this was Hrisskar, and it was his knife that Kiseena found and took from the Census building and his knife that now rests at Kiseena's side) enjoys bothering the bosmer Fargoth, and has been having trouble doing so. Fargoth has been hiding his valuables, and Hrisskar wanted Kiseena to help find them.
He told this one that he has already checked out Fargoth's house and not found any hidden places. He suggested that Kiseena find somewhere that can watch the entire town like the silt-bug dock (no, no-no) or the nearby lighthouse and watch where Fargoth goes. It sounded a good enough plan, and money was involved. Plus, that short mer is sort of creepy. Kiseena bets he likes silt-bugs, too.
As luck would have it, Kiseena was able to sneak past the lighthouse keeper when Kiseena went to investigate Hrisskar's idea of a viewing place. Even better, just before the door to the upper landing, Kiseena found a book called "The Wraiths' Wedding Dowry" and a bottle of booze. Today will be a lovely, lazy day of sitting in the sun, drinking and reading, and keeping an eye out for creepy little elves.
Kiseena first talked to Elone for the second time. She is a redguard and worked the bar above Arrille's trading house last night when Kiseena needed a room. Elone noticed this one's discomfort at the idea of being near the silt-bugs (of which Kiseena recently found out there was more than one, S'renndar help us all). She was very nice to Kiseena, and gave this one written directions on how to travel to Balmora by road instead. It will be a long walk, and may be dangerous, but it is preferable to silt-bugs in more ways than Kiseena has paper to write words.
Before Kiseena could leave the bar, a very large man - possibly one of the Skyrim people - stopped Kiseena. He said this one "looked like a sneaky sort of person," and to Kiseena's surprise, offered a task that he would rather keep off the record. It appears this man (as it turns, this was Hrisskar, and it was his knife that Kiseena found and took from the Census building and his knife that now rests at Kiseena's side) enjoys bothering the bosmer Fargoth, and has been having trouble doing so. Fargoth has been hiding his valuables, and Hrisskar wanted Kiseena to help find them.
He told this one that he has already checked out Fargoth's house and not found any hidden places. He suggested that Kiseena find somewhere that can watch the entire town like the silt-bug dock (no, no-no) or the nearby lighthouse and watch where Fargoth goes. It sounded a good enough plan, and money was involved. Plus, that short mer is sort of creepy. Kiseena bets he likes silt-bugs, too.
As luck would have it, Kiseena was able to sneak past the lighthouse keeper when Kiseena went to investigate Hrisskar's idea of a viewing place. Even better, just before the door to the upper landing, Kiseena found a book called "The Wraiths' Wedding Dowry" and a bottle of booze. Today will be a lovely, lazy day of sitting in the sun, drinking and reading, and keeping an eye out for creepy little elves.
The Altmer Shopkeep was Right
Kiseena has many words to write. Arrille was right. There was a cave by
the rock the big silt-bug stands near. Inside was a boat and a small
fire and a dark elf that was very unhappy to see someone such as
Kiseena. With arrows from the bow and a short exchange of cuts with
daggers, Kiseena is happy to say the dark elf was not the winner.
This one has rarely killed before, but it does not feel as bad as some might say. They were outlaws, as the altmer in town said. The elf at Kiseena's feet had money and a key that would soon be used for something that would make mother very proud.
Further into the cave, this one found a locked door. Behind the door were two from Black Marsh and a fellow khajiit. The glowing shackles on their wrists told this one that the group of them were slaves. The people who lived in this "Addamasartus" cave were worse than outlaws. They were slavers. Luckily, Kiseena found that the key found in the pockets of the dead elf could unlock the shackles despite their evil magic. Kiseena then told them the way out of the cave and bid them good luck.
Once Kiseena saw the freed slaves off, she met another of the bad people living in this cave. This one knew magic, and so much time was spent running around, trying to evade his spells and trying to shoot arrows back at him. It seemed like he grew tired of using magicka and came at Kiseena with a dagger. He was not as fast as this one and so fell to Kiseena's blade quicker yet than the first bad elf.
Kiseena is not sure why she continued. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was a need for gold. Perhaps yet it was some want for revenge for the capture and keep of slaves for later sale. This one continued into the cave and found the final bad person, another elf woman. Kiseena and this woman traded arrows and throwing-blades from either side of a long wood walkway. She must have run out of throwing-blades, because she rushed Kiseena and ended up like her two slaver friends.
Many interesting things were found by Kiseena's sneaky fingers in this cave. Scrolls, money, clothing, food and delicious moon sugar. Even some booze and delicious skooma. This one knows that writing words of moon sugar and skooma is not such a wise thing, but Kiseena is good at hiding the papers of words that are written.
By the time Kiseena returned to Seyda Neen, Azurah was close to making the sun dissapear and let Jode and Jone out to play. After selling many of the goods liberated from the now-dead slavers, Kiseena went upstairs to get a room for the night. Kiseena is very tired now from writing words after Kiseena's long day.
This one has rarely killed before, but it does not feel as bad as some might say. They were outlaws, as the altmer in town said. The elf at Kiseena's feet had money and a key that would soon be used for something that would make mother very proud.
Further into the cave, this one found a locked door. Behind the door were two from Black Marsh and a fellow khajiit. The glowing shackles on their wrists told this one that the group of them were slaves. The people who lived in this "Addamasartus" cave were worse than outlaws. They were slavers. Luckily, Kiseena found that the key found in the pockets of the dead elf could unlock the shackles despite their evil magic. Kiseena then told them the way out of the cave and bid them good luck.
Once Kiseena saw the freed slaves off, she met another of the bad people living in this cave. This one knew magic, and so much time was spent running around, trying to evade his spells and trying to shoot arrows back at him. It seemed like he grew tired of using magicka and came at Kiseena with a dagger. He was not as fast as this one and so fell to Kiseena's blade quicker yet than the first bad elf.
Kiseena is not sure why she continued. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was a need for gold. Perhaps yet it was some want for revenge for the capture and keep of slaves for later sale. This one continued into the cave and found the final bad person, another elf woman. Kiseena and this woman traded arrows and throwing-blades from either side of a long wood walkway. She must have run out of throwing-blades, because she rushed Kiseena and ended up like her two slaver friends.
Many interesting things were found by Kiseena's sneaky fingers in this cave. Scrolls, money, clothing, food and delicious moon sugar. Even some booze and delicious skooma. This one knows that writing words of moon sugar and skooma is not such a wise thing, but Kiseena is good at hiding the papers of words that are written.
By the time Kiseena returned to Seyda Neen, Azurah was close to making the sun dissapear and let Jode and Jone out to play. After selling many of the goods liberated from the now-dead slavers, Kiseena went upstairs to get a room for the night. Kiseena is very tired now from writing words after Kiseena's long day.
Seyda Neen is Far Too Wet
No sooner had Kiseena finished eating food stolen from the Census place
than this one was set upon by an elf. Kiseena writes the words "set
upon" because the wood elf in question was very strange. He began
talking to this one in a way that was surprising. This one is not easy to
sneak up on.
The elf said his name was Fargoth. He asked if Kiseena had come from the boat, as this time of day boats are apparently quite rare. Before Kiseena could respond, the elf made mention that he had lost a magic ring that was an heirloom. He claimed that the guards in town like to bother him regularly, and they might have taken it. Curse this one for forgetting herself! Kiseena hesitated in telling the elf she had not seen his ring and so this one could see in Fargoth's eyes that he already knew the answer. Kiseena had to give the elf his magic ring. At the very least, the elf was grateful to have it back. He suggested this one talk to his friend Arrille who owned the local trading house.
When this one was told of freedom (so long as strange package was delivered to Caius), Kiseena was given some coin for expenses. Together with more coins taken from unwatched room with food, going to see Arrille sounded like a good idea. Arrille was an altmer, sometimes called a high elf. Kiseena believes they are called "high" because they are very tall and have golden skin and like to wear expensive things. Arrille was no exception, but he was nice to Kiseena. Much nicer than the altmer that had murdered mother. He suggested that Kiseena buy a weapon and some armor if this one planned to keep living. Vvardenfell is a very dangerous place, it seems. He also said that many people make a living killing outlaws, and all-to-casually spoke of a cave nearby the silt strider dock. Again with those terrible silt-bugs.
Arrille had many things for sale. A nice bow seemed to go well with the dagger Kiseena had found in the Census place. Also a suit of white armor called chitin for the upper-body and matching gauntlets. This one would have bought more, but even after buying such things, Kiseena did not have much money left. Not enough even for trip to Balmora on one of those silt-bug things, for which Kiseena is very grateful.
Perhaps Kiseena should visit outlaws in cave like Arrille says.
The elf said his name was Fargoth. He asked if Kiseena had come from the boat, as this time of day boats are apparently quite rare. Before Kiseena could respond, the elf made mention that he had lost a magic ring that was an heirloom. He claimed that the guards in town like to bother him regularly, and they might have taken it. Curse this one for forgetting herself! Kiseena hesitated in telling the elf she had not seen his ring and so this one could see in Fargoth's eyes that he already knew the answer. Kiseena had to give the elf his magic ring. At the very least, the elf was grateful to have it back. He suggested this one talk to his friend Arrille who owned the local trading house.
When this one was told of freedom (so long as strange package was delivered to Caius), Kiseena was given some coin for expenses. Together with more coins taken from unwatched room with food, going to see Arrille sounded like a good idea. Arrille was an altmer, sometimes called a high elf. Kiseena believes they are called "high" because they are very tall and have golden skin and like to wear expensive things. Arrille was no exception, but he was nice to Kiseena. Much nicer than the altmer that had murdered mother. He suggested that Kiseena buy a weapon and some armor if this one planned to keep living. Vvardenfell is a very dangerous place, it seems. He also said that many people make a living killing outlaws, and all-to-casually spoke of a cave nearby the silt strider dock. Again with those terrible silt-bugs.
Arrille had many things for sale. A nice bow seemed to go well with the dagger Kiseena had found in the Census place. Also a suit of white armor called chitin for the upper-body and matching gauntlets. This one would have bought more, but even after buying such things, Kiseena did not have much money left. Not enough even for trip to Balmora on one of those silt-bug things, for which Kiseena is very grateful.
Perhaps Kiseena should visit outlaws in cave like Arrille says.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Freedom with Strings Attached
As luck would have it, there was more parchment to be found beneath bread in a basket nearby. Kiseena will write more as time permits. The imperials should not be angry with this one as she is now working for them. It is a strange situation, and Kiseena will write more of that soon.
The trip to Seyda Neen was boring. The crew kept giving Kiseena and her dunmer friend dirty looks. The dunmer was perhaps a slave working on the cargo ship by the name of Jiub. He did not seem to mind this one looking at the scar on his face. Kiseena did not think to ask what man, mer or beast caused his face such damage, but that might be for the best. Kiseena has been known to speak words she should keep to herself. This one is not sure where the ship was headed after, but when she was pushed out onto the docks of Seyda Neen, friend Jiub did not follow.
Kiseena does not like Seyda Neen so far. The air is too hot and too wet, and smelled like murky water. Even worse, the sound of the bugs all around is constant, together with the horrible sound of the local silt strider. For those reading these words who are unfamliar with a silt strider, it is a huge bug the size of a house on very long legs. The dunmer, perhaps too deeply into their cups, decided to hollow out part of the bug's back so that people could ride around inside it. The sound of it makes this one's fur stand on end - they could not get Kiseena to ride such a thing for all the moon sugar on Nirn.
The guards pushed Kiseena into the front room of a building called the Census and Excise Offices. A breton behind a desk looked unhappy to see this one, and unhappily said his name was Socucius Ergalla while trying to push release forms and a quill on Kiseena's paws. For profession, Kiseena write "adventurer," as mother had once referred to herself, and as many of mother's interesting story books had words written of. Afterwards, Ergalla said he was surprised that a khajiit could write and got a terrible gleam in his eye. The next part he said was all "part of the release process," but he then began to ask this one all manner of strange questions. Questions of sweetrolls and magical mind-readers and what Kiseena would do if she saw a money pouch fall from a noble's belt. This one knows better than to tell truthful words of what she would do with such a money pouch.
Eventually it seemed as if the breton grew tired of asking such silly, strange questions. He put together this one's forms and told Kiseena to go talk to an imperial by the name of Sellus Gravius. He was found in an office of his own a short way down the hall. Despite working for the Empire, he did not seem as quick to judge Kiseena as others based on her race or recent arrival as a prisoner. Gravius looked over this one's papers and gave a distrusting look, and then laid a scroll, securely sealed with wax and twine, on the desk.
Gravius said that Kiseena was no longer a prisoner, but that her freedom depended on a task this one must undertake. Kiseena is to bring this strange message to a man named Caius Cosades in the town of Balmora. He suggested Kiseena ride the silt strider to Balmora, but the way this one shook and the way the fur of her tail stood up showed her feelings on such an idea. And after giving Kiseena a second look, Gravius told her to go to the dining room and eat her fill, as he did not want this one passing out from hunger before ever making it out of town.
So here this one sits, stuffing her face full of crab and bread and eggs bigger than her fist. The dining room has some nice silverware and candle holders, but Kiseena does not think she could make it outside before a guard noticed the shape of such things under her shirt. Kiseena was able to use one of the forks to pop the lock of a small box on the bookshelf, though. Nearly ninety septims and what this one's nose says is a magic ring. Things appear to be looking up. No longer a prisoner and with some sort of a job and no longer without a coin to this one's name. Perhaps mother would be proud.
The trip to Seyda Neen was boring. The crew kept giving Kiseena and her dunmer friend dirty looks. The dunmer was perhaps a slave working on the cargo ship by the name of Jiub. He did not seem to mind this one looking at the scar on his face. Kiseena did not think to ask what man, mer or beast caused his face such damage, but that might be for the best. Kiseena has been known to speak words she should keep to herself. This one is not sure where the ship was headed after, but when she was pushed out onto the docks of Seyda Neen, friend Jiub did not follow.
Kiseena does not like Seyda Neen so far. The air is too hot and too wet, and smelled like murky water. Even worse, the sound of the bugs all around is constant, together with the horrible sound of the local silt strider. For those reading these words who are unfamliar with a silt strider, it is a huge bug the size of a house on very long legs. The dunmer, perhaps too deeply into their cups, decided to hollow out part of the bug's back so that people could ride around inside it. The sound of it makes this one's fur stand on end - they could not get Kiseena to ride such a thing for all the moon sugar on Nirn.
The guards pushed Kiseena into the front room of a building called the Census and Excise Offices. A breton behind a desk looked unhappy to see this one, and unhappily said his name was Socucius Ergalla while trying to push release forms and a quill on Kiseena's paws. For profession, Kiseena write "adventurer," as mother had once referred to herself, and as many of mother's interesting story books had words written of. Afterwards, Ergalla said he was surprised that a khajiit could write and got a terrible gleam in his eye. The next part he said was all "part of the release process," but he then began to ask this one all manner of strange questions. Questions of sweetrolls and magical mind-readers and what Kiseena would do if she saw a money pouch fall from a noble's belt. This one knows better than to tell truthful words of what she would do with such a money pouch.
Eventually it seemed as if the breton grew tired of asking such silly, strange questions. He put together this one's forms and told Kiseena to go talk to an imperial by the name of Sellus Gravius. He was found in an office of his own a short way down the hall. Despite working for the Empire, he did not seem as quick to judge Kiseena as others based on her race or recent arrival as a prisoner. Gravius looked over this one's papers and gave a distrusting look, and then laid a scroll, securely sealed with wax and twine, on the desk.
Gravius said that Kiseena was no longer a prisoner, but that her freedom depended on a task this one must undertake. Kiseena is to bring this strange message to a man named Caius Cosades in the town of Balmora. He suggested Kiseena ride the silt strider to Balmora, but the way this one shook and the way the fur of her tail stood up showed her feelings on such an idea. And after giving Kiseena a second look, Gravius told her to go to the dining room and eat her fill, as he did not want this one passing out from hunger before ever making it out of town.
So here this one sits, stuffing her face full of crab and bread and eggs bigger than her fist. The dining room has some nice silverware and candle holders, but Kiseena does not think she could make it outside before a guard noticed the shape of such things under her shirt. Kiseena was able to use one of the forks to pop the lock of a small box on the bookshelf, though. Nearly ninety septims and what this one's nose says is a magic ring. Things appear to be looking up. No longer a prisoner and with some sort of a job and no longer without a coin to this one's name. Perhaps mother would be proud.
Dinnertime Story-Telling
A lot has happened, but Kiseena will do her best to explain what she can. She is not sure who will ever read this, but if she can, someday Kiseena will turn this into a book like mother used to own. With luck others will read these words and find them exciting.
As the words spoke before, this one's name is Kiseena. She is a khajiit and, until just now, was a prisoner of the Empire. She was held deep below the prisons of the Imperial City for killing the filthy mer who-
(the above paragraph has been hastily scribbled over, striking it out)
Kiseena will start over.
Mother's name was Eimhyra Jernfris. She was a nord, and was very pretty. This one has seen her crush the skull of an angry bear with just her hands and a log. Kiseena could never have asked for a better mother. She was not this one's real mother - none believe that khajiit or argonians can mate with men or mer and make kittens. But she was mother anyway.
Kiseena used to ask mother how they met. "A huge, winged shape came from the south," mother would say, and she would always smile. "It swooped down low over the farm I was traveling through and dropped a bundled-up kitten into a big bale of hay." This one knows mother was being silly, but that is the story mother always told. It sounded exciting, but Kiseena learned to keep such tales to herself, so others did not think her skooma-touched.
Mother came from Morrowind, from the island north of Vvardenfell called Solsthiem. She had been born as a slave, owned by a filthy bastard of an altmer. One day she escaped and gave herself the last name "Jernfris," which she had told this one meant something about being free. Some time later is when she found Kiseena and raised this one as her own. Although Kiseena and mother moved often, a home was eventually chosen near Cheydinhal in Cyrodiil. During a trip to the Imperial City, the they found mother and Kiseena.
This one remembers pestering mother to watch the fights in the arena when the altmer and his friend arrived. He had been following for a long while to make sure, and had decided it was time to "collect his property." The altmer's friend pulled a dagger from his hip and stabbed mother in the stomach.
Kiseena does not remember much after that. There are fuzzy memories of the mer saying that freedom had "ruined" mother, and that he had no use for slaves who had tasted freedom and so had a reason to try and escape again. There are then memories of the altmer and his friend dead on the ground and people were shouting and screaming. The guards found this one was holding onto mother's limp body with blood around her mouth and claws.
And so this one was thrown into the imperial prison. It was so long that Kiseena lost track of what day and month it was, perhaps even the year. Life had become sitting in the light through the tiny window and waiting for meal time and sleeping.
Some time later, the guards came to take Kiseena out of the cell. She was cleaned up and put into a carriage while it was very dark out. The trip was very long and this one was not allowed to leave get out for any reason. By the passing of Magnus each day, Kiseena learned that she was being taken northeast, though she did not know where. She passed into the lands of Morrowind, and then was brought by boat to Vvardenfell, to a small village called Seyda Neen.
But that is a tale for another time. This one is running out of room on the parchment and is sure that the imperials are eager for her to finish her meal and never again darken their offices.
As the words spoke before, this one's name is Kiseena. She is a khajiit and, until just now, was a prisoner of the Empire. She was held deep below the prisons of the Imperial City for killing the filthy mer who-
(the above paragraph has been hastily scribbled over, striking it out)
Kiseena will start over.
Mother's name was Eimhyra Jernfris. She was a nord, and was very pretty. This one has seen her crush the skull of an angry bear with just her hands and a log. Kiseena could never have asked for a better mother. She was not this one's real mother - none believe that khajiit or argonians can mate with men or mer and make kittens. But she was mother anyway.
Kiseena used to ask mother how they met. "A huge, winged shape came from the south," mother would say, and she would always smile. "It swooped down low over the farm I was traveling through and dropped a bundled-up kitten into a big bale of hay." This one knows mother was being silly, but that is the story mother always told. It sounded exciting, but Kiseena learned to keep such tales to herself, so others did not think her skooma-touched.
Mother came from Morrowind, from the island north of Vvardenfell called Solsthiem. She had been born as a slave, owned by a filthy bastard of an altmer. One day she escaped and gave herself the last name "Jernfris," which she had told this one meant something about being free. Some time later is when she found Kiseena and raised this one as her own. Although Kiseena and mother moved often, a home was eventually chosen near Cheydinhal in Cyrodiil. During a trip to the Imperial City, the they found mother and Kiseena.
This one remembers pestering mother to watch the fights in the arena when the altmer and his friend arrived. He had been following for a long while to make sure, and had decided it was time to "collect his property." The altmer's friend pulled a dagger from his hip and stabbed mother in the stomach.
Kiseena does not remember much after that. There are fuzzy memories of the mer saying that freedom had "ruined" mother, and that he had no use for slaves who had tasted freedom and so had a reason to try and escape again. There are then memories of the altmer and his friend dead on the ground and people were shouting and screaming. The guards found this one was holding onto mother's limp body with blood around her mouth and claws.
And so this one was thrown into the imperial prison. It was so long that Kiseena lost track of what day and month it was, perhaps even the year. Life had become sitting in the light through the tiny window and waiting for meal time and sleeping.
Some time later, the guards came to take Kiseena out of the cell. She was cleaned up and put into a carriage while it was very dark out. The trip was very long and this one was not allowed to leave get out for any reason. By the passing of Magnus each day, Kiseena learned that she was being taken northeast, though she did not know where. She passed into the lands of Morrowind, and then was brought by boat to Vvardenfell, to a small village called Seyda Neen.
But that is a tale for another time. This one is running out of room on the parchment and is sure that the imperials are eager for her to finish her meal and never again darken their offices.
Words Before Later Words
(the page is rumpled, with frayed edges as if often hastily hidden. the following words are scrawled in charcoal)
This one's name is Kiseena. She is a prisoner of the Empire. The day and month and year is unknown. They pulled Kiseena out of her cell, but it is not known why. She was brought by carriage to the water, and then put on a cargo ship. Kiseena was hidden deep below decks with a dunmer named Jiub. He is friendly but does not talk much.
Kiseena misses her mother.
This one's name is Kiseena. She is a prisoner of the Empire. The day and month and year is unknown. They pulled Kiseena out of her cell, but it is not known why. She was brought by carriage to the water, and then put on a cargo ship. Kiseena was hidden deep below decks with a dunmer named Jiub. He is friendly but does not talk much.
Kiseena misses her mother.
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