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Aftermath (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: May 30, 2014, 11:36 pm
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Scratch what I said before, I will be rewriting this I shouldn't
be lazy to the point where I cannot type lol
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Re: Aftermath (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: June 1, 2014, 9:15 pm
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So. I'm hoping the rewrite of this turns out better than. The
original lol. I'm not the best at writing in first person, so
I'm sorry, but I hope you enjoy.
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[Chapter one]
"My name is Westley Arctus. I'm about six feet four inches tall,
with short, black hair and bright blue eyes. I have tan skin and
a very muscular build. I am twenty five years old. I don't have
very much money, and I live on a dirty shack on the waterfront,
but, I'm not just any common beggar. It was about...three years
ago when I saved Cyrodiil from the clutches of the mythic dawn
and Mehrunes Dagon. Dagon wanted to make nirn part of his realm
of oblivion, but I wasn't letting any of that happen. It's not
that I had much of a choice anyway.
Let's see. This is how it all started out. The morning I first
met the emperor, I was arrested for loitering. That's right. I
was arrested for just idly standing in the middle of the Talos
plaza district and doing nothing. Not a very glorious arrest, I
know, kid."
"Can we get to the exciting part already??" The Nord boy sitting
in front of me asked with an eager tone.
I laughed.
"We will. If you let me finish my story without interrupting
me!" A smile spread across my face as the boy began to look
slightly embarrassed
"I'm sorry, sir." He murmured.
"It's fine." I let out a relaxed sigh and looked around the
Arboretum. The Imperial City had always been beautiful, though I
prefer the little village I was born in. There's a bit too much
stone in the city, not enough nature. At least it was sunny and
warm out today. I looked back at the small boy sitting next to
me and smiled.
"So." I said "Lets get back to the story you love so much. Where
was I?"
"You got arrested for loitering!" The boy giggled
I laughed. "Ah, now I remember. Well, they brought me to the
dungeons in the prison district reserved for prisoners serving
the longest time, and for prisoners that are on death row. I
don't know why they put me there for idly standing around, but I
guess it was just fate."
"Why was it fate?" The Nord boy looked curious.
"Well, turns out my cell had a secret passage that led out of
the city. It was reserved for the emperor during emergencies in
case he ever had to sneak out the city. You see, at the time,
there was this daedric cult that worshipped Dagon. They wanted
to help the prince of destruction take nirn for himself, so they
assassinated the emperor's sons, and were after him next."
"And they succeeded at killing Uriel Septim, right?"
"Sadly, yes. I-"
"Hurolf!" A voice bellowed out. I looked over to see a large
Nord man with a goatee, long black hair tied back into a
ponytail, and dark blue eyes glaring at me.
The small Nord boy, apparently called Hurolf, turned around and
looked at the Nord man.
"Yes, papa?"
"Go back to the inn. I don't want you around...his kind."
"But papa, you're not human either..."
"Werewolves are nothing but trouble! Back to the inn!"
Hurolf hung his head as he trotted back to the inn. The Nord man
approached me and frowned.
"You stay away from my son, you oversized dog."
"I didn't choose to be what I am." I said with a slight tone of
attitude in my voice
"But you can choose wether or not you go near my son. And you
better choose not to."
"You're not a very friendly bloodsucker, are you?"
"I don't treat animals and mortals equally." He said simply
before turning around and walking after his son.
I felt a chill run down my spine, then I frowned. There was
something off about that man, but I couldn't quite put my finger
on it. He gave off a bad feeling. Then again, most vampire give
off bad feelings. Even to mortals they just sent chills down
your spine. Guess it has to do with the fact they're pretty much
walking corpses.
A small sigh escaped my mouth, and I stood up. I brushed my
pants off and began walking to the market district. I got so
caught up in telling that boy about saving Cyrodiil I had forgot
I had promised my friend Rexus that I would meet him by the feed
bag in the market district. Rex was going to be pissed I was
late again. He's my best friend, and was there, at least
mentally, for me during the entire oblivion crisis. I'm always
late for our hangout sessions though, and I'm pretty sure he's
sick of it. Thank the nine he puts up with it though, because I
may have a lot of fans, but not many friends. I'm very short
tempered, and people don't like that. Especially if you're a
werewolf. I even had to do Hircine a favor so I could have his
ring to control my transformations. I'd be killed on sight if I
ever transformed in public.
*******
The walk to the Feed Bag seemed kind of long. I couldn't get my
mind of that vampire that had scolded me earlier. I just don't
know why, but I felt like he was connected to the recent spike
in vampire attacks around Cyrodiil. Pretty much every day now,
it was in the Black Horse Courier that a few people were killed
by vampires, or a small village was burned down by vampires, or
a group of vampires got into a city and started slaughtering
people and trying to burn things down before being put down by
the guards. There haven't been any attacks inside the Imperial
City yet, but there were definitely quite a few attacks on the
trail here, and Weye was assaulted recently. Only one person had
been killed, and it was that old fisherman. I don't quiet
remember his name, but he was old enough to retire, and it was
quite sad that he was killed.
I pushed open the door to the Feed Bag. A few of the patrons
were clumsily stumbling around the tavern, obviously very
intoxicated. I glanced around the room, and noticed a large
Breton man with hazel eyes and brown hair that was at least down
to his shoulders glaring at Rex. From the clothes he was
wearing, he looked pretty rich. I looked over and grinned at my
Redguard friend. He was shorter than me by a few inches, but
definitely a bit more muscular. I approached him and took my
seat on the barstool next to him.
"Westley." Rex nodded at me and smiled "I see you're late
again."
"I got caught up in telling a child about the Oblivion Crisis."
I said sternly "I'm sorry for being late."
Rex let out a low chuckle
"It's fine, wolf boy. You don't have to rush to meet me, take
your time. I'm usually at the places we hang out at long after
you go home."
I felt relieved, and it obviously showed because Rex chuckled
again. I suddenly frowned.
"Who's that rich dude glaring at you."
"Someone who lost his money in a game of poker. A hundred
septims. Haughty bastard thought he could beat me. Ha! He didn't
know what he was in for!"
"You hide cards in your sleeves and shoes."
"And so does he. Definitely a worthy opponent but I still won."
I snickered a bit.
"Good job. You definitely drained him of all his savings."
Rex rolled his eyes
"The sense of winning is good enough for me."
I snorted and ordered a cold beer.
"Hey...Rex?"
"Hmm?" Rex looked at me
"You're a vampire. And the vampires in the city are familiar
with each other, right?"
"Yeah. We are. Why?"
"There was this Nord vampire...he was the father of the boy I
was talking to. Know anything about him?"
"What'd he look like?"
"Black hair like mine, except it was long and tied back into a
ponytail, and blue eyes. Something like the color of a sapphire.
He also had a goatee."
Rex furrowed his brow in thought and frowned.
"No. I don't know him. Must be new to the city."
"Ah. I hope he leaves."
Or dies. I would prefer if he died. I thought bitterly to
myself. I know that he has something to do with these vampire
attacks. I'll get to the bottom of it too...
*******
Rex and I idly chattered for a while. We talked about a few
rumors going around the city, a few jobs maybe we could take to
make some extra coin, random shit like that. I became quite
concerned when Rex put down his drink and looked me dead in the
eye.
"So. How far are you willing to go to get extra cash."
I raised an eyebrow at him
"What do you mean..." My tone came out as very unsure.
"You know about all the recent vampire attacks. Ocato offered to
pay us if we investigated it. A thousand septims each. So, I
took the job!"
A frown formed across my face.
"Rex! You know I don't like it when you hire me for things
without my knowledge!"
"I know, I know! He just wanted us to investigate a few caves
outside the city! Nothing too bad. He thinks that there may be a
vampire matriarch somewhere..."
"I'm a mercenary, not a vampire hunter, Rexus."
"But I'm a vampire. I know plenty about my own kind. All we
gotta do is find the matriarch, shake him or her up a bit, then
we'll have the information we need and the legion will be able
to stop the attacks! Sounds simple enough, right? And the pay is
tremendous."
I let out an irritated puff of air.
"Fine. You're lucky I need the money or I'd normally kick your
ass for hiring me to do something without my knowledge."
"Understandable, Mr. Arctus. Let's go suit up and investigate
these caves."
"Don't call me by my last name, please, it reminds me of how
much Azzan yelled at me when I was in the fighters guild." A
laugh escaped me.
Rex snorted
"Just get your lazy ass up and let's go do this."
I rolled my eyes at Rex and stood up. We stopped at my house and
I changed into some iron armor, then I walked with him towards
the Talos Plaza district.
"Heavy armor, Westley? Usually go for light. You have hay fever
or something?"
"No. I just don't want an arrow going through my chest."
"Ah."
We stayed quiet the rest of the way to the main gate in the
Talos plaza. I pushed the gate open and followed Rex on the main
path. I hoped this little adventure didn't take long. I haven't
been keeping track of the phases of the moon.
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