Neriad13
Premium Member
7th Heartfire, Balmora, South Wall Cornerclub
In the end, despite all my precautions, my careful planning, my days of training, I failed. I couldn’t bring the murderer to justice. I couldn’t help Uryne. When I confronted him, he brushed off my questions as though they were nothing, tossing the blame on a local Argonian with a laugh. He was cruel and haughty towards me, spitting on my shoes as I entered the cornerclub and spewing his hatred for outlanders into the stale air. We got into a heated argument which left him snarling at me and a host of angry stares on my back.
Forgetting reason, forsaking everything I’d come to depend on, in my rage I struck him first and his friends were on me in an instant. They came so close to killing me within seconds. Filled with regret nearly the moment I let my sword fly, I frantically cast the spell I’d bought at the Mages’ Guild and found myself in a bloody heap in the courtyard of the Dunmer temple. I don’t know how many bones I’ve broken, how much blood I’ve lost or if my nose will ever return to its original shape. Those are questions I’d prefer not to dwell on.
Whimpering, I healed myself until I was well enough to move and knocked on the long-unused door of Hlaalo Manor. Uryne was there in an instant, worry lining her features. We sat in the empty, dusty front hall together and I told her my tale, apologizing again and again that I’d been unable to do a thing at all. She smiled gently and said that it was all right. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, we talked, about anything and everything that popped into our heads. She talked a lot about Almsivi and how they’d helped her to get through this tough time. I smiled and nodded, glad to hear that she’d been given even a small modicum of comfort.
When the stars came out, I slipped into the shadows and scurried home. I’ve got to get out of here before the Cammona Tong finds me and does something even worse in retribution. I’ve decided to rise early and take a stilt strider out with the dawn. I wish that I didn’t have to leave under such circumstances, that I didn’t have to run without saying goodbye. But I want no one else implicated in this and no harm to come to anyone who’s helped me.
However, foolhardy as it is, I can’t help but smile at the small way that I did succeed at sticking it to the Cammona Tong. Before confronting Thanelen Velas, I did a bit of creeping in the Council Club’s basement and managed to lift an entire crate of no doubt illegally smuggled Cyrodiilian brandy and carry it right through their front door. Whether they know it or not (and this causes me to laugh aloud, drawing odd looks from my guildmates), they’re funding the escape of the very criminal they’re hunting.
In the end, despite all my precautions, my careful planning, my days of training, I failed. I couldn’t bring the murderer to justice. I couldn’t help Uryne. When I confronted him, he brushed off my questions as though they were nothing, tossing the blame on a local Argonian with a laugh. He was cruel and haughty towards me, spitting on my shoes as I entered the cornerclub and spewing his hatred for outlanders into the stale air. We got into a heated argument which left him snarling at me and a host of angry stares on my back.
Forgetting reason, forsaking everything I’d come to depend on, in my rage I struck him first and his friends were on me in an instant. They came so close to killing me within seconds. Filled with regret nearly the moment I let my sword fly, I frantically cast the spell I’d bought at the Mages’ Guild and found myself in a bloody heap in the courtyard of the Dunmer temple. I don’t know how many bones I’ve broken, how much blood I’ve lost or if my nose will ever return to its original shape. Those are questions I’d prefer not to dwell on.
Whimpering, I healed myself until I was well enough to move and knocked on the long-unused door of Hlaalo Manor. Uryne was there in an instant, worry lining her features. We sat in the empty, dusty front hall together and I told her my tale, apologizing again and again that I’d been unable to do a thing at all. She smiled gently and said that it was all right. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, we talked, about anything and everything that popped into our heads. She talked a lot about Almsivi and how they’d helped her to get through this tough time. I smiled and nodded, glad to hear that she’d been given even a small modicum of comfort.
When the stars came out, I slipped into the shadows and scurried home. I’ve got to get out of here before the Cammona Tong finds me and does something even worse in retribution. I’ve decided to rise early and take a stilt strider out with the dawn. I wish that I didn’t have to leave under such circumstances, that I didn’t have to run without saying goodbye. But I want no one else implicated in this and no harm to come to anyone who’s helped me.
However, foolhardy as it is, I can’t help but smile at the small way that I did succeed at sticking it to the Cammona Tong. Before confronting Thanelen Velas, I did a bit of creeping in the Council Club’s basement and managed to lift an entire crate of no doubt illegally smuggled Cyrodiilian brandy and carry it right through their front door. Whether they know it or not (and this causes me to laugh aloud, drawing odd looks from my guildmates), they’re funding the escape of the very criminal they’re hunting.