D.K.R. Year 4 Gamma Part 2 Oblivion Unleashed

  • Hasir, the tsaesci and the two khajiit weren't sure where they were. The only thing they knew, judging from the stone houses and

    the temple in the center of the section, was they were in some wealthy section of the city. As they passed the houses, they saw

    some people decked out in garments that looked like they weren't sold in the common tailors,

     

    "Get to the temple district often?" One of the people, a reguard outfitted in a blue velvet tunic asked Hasir. Hasir turned and looked

    confusedly at him

     

    He opened his mouth to answer but Infinite told him to be qiuet and keep walking. When they were well outside the man's range of

    hearing, Hasir stopped and ripped the khajiit's hand from his shoulder, "What the hell did you do that for? I only wanted to know

    where we were." 

     

    Infinite shook his head violently, chastizing Hasir with one paw-like hand.

    "No, you will do well to remember to never talk to strangers, divines knows what they will do if you became too friendly with

    them." He gave a slight shudder., not wanting to thinking about it. Hasir turned his back, shrugged and walked onward toward the

    market district, although he did not know where it was. Infinite walked into an inn to the left of where Hasir stood and when he

    turned back around, the khajiit had gone. 

     

    Hasir sat on a bench and looked up at the sign hanging from an iron bar hanging below the roof of the stone building and saw the

    sign read The Foaming Flask. Infinite came out holding a map. The khajiit had sat down next to the Argonian and showed him the

    map, grinning,

    "Look what I found Argonian, a map of the Imperial city. See here?" He asked him, claw pointing to the section they were in, He

    gestured to a section labeled The Temple District, "This is called the temple district, we are about fifty feet, give or take, from the

    Market District." He folded up the map, put it in his bag and walked with Hasir to the door near the inn and went through it. 

     

    Hasir and Infinite found themselves in an equally ornate district like the temple district except there were no large stately stone

    houses, there were but they were scattered about with gardens situated in between the walls of the city section and the houses.

     

    The Argonian sighed,

    "Infinite, do you want to relax here for a bit before we press on?" The khajiit shook his head, making the white dreadlocks wave

    about like swamp reeds in the wind, "No, I think we should work our way around the outer ring of the city and the other three

    districts before we get to the market." Hasir nodded glumly and walked behind him, dragging his tail.

     

    Hasir and Infinite were almost to the door that lead to the market district when he saw a figure hooded and cloaked in blue cloth.

    "What in Oblivion?" Hasir muttered under his breath, "Did that khajiit hit his head as a kitten or something?" He said as he sniggered

    to himself.

     

    He turned toward Infinite and suggested for him to go onward but the khajiit shook his head.

    "No, I'll stay with you, I, er, do have business in the Market District yes, but, erm, this figure, whoever or whatever it is, might be of

    use to us." He slapped Hasir for sniggering at hthe khajiit's apparent situation, "Hasir, stop sniggering, that khajiit might have a

    concussion, lizard up for divine's sake."

     

    Hasir shrugged and descended the small stone steps and approached where the khajiit stood,

    "Suit yourself." The Argonian's tail rose and fell as he walked over to the mysterious khajiit. Infinite followed him reluctantly.

     

    Hasir looked worriedly at the khajiit and asked if he was alright and if not, he should go to the nearest healer to find out what was

    wrong. The khajiit turned around, shocked out of some reverie of his own making.

    "Were you talking to M'aiq? Oh sorry, M'aiq apologizes. Did M'aiq tell you the tale of how M'aiq cast a flying spell on himself once

    called Icarian Flight' to fly all the way from Morrowind to the Imperial Palace? Sadly, M'aiq miscalculated and fell out of the sky a few

    miles short of were M'aiq was headed."

     

    Hasir mourned for the strange khajiit's failure and soon after an idea struck him.

    "M'aiq, do you want to journey with us? we are headed to the Market District for supplies. Maybe we can, er, stop by the Imperial

    Palace after? Does that sound good?" 

     

    The crazy khajiit nodded and followed the Argonian and the other khajiit through the door,along the curved stone wall and

    through yet another door. Hasir gaped as his reptilian eyes took in the sight of a greenhouse that lay within the city walls. At the

    center lay a large stone gazebo structure that housed a statue of some kind. As Hasir and his companions circumnavigated the

    central gazebo via a cobblestone road. The Argonian gaped in awe as he wandered around the Arboretum, taking in the peculiarity of

    seeing trees, flowers and other greenery in the walled district. Until now, he had thought nature was best kept on the exterior of

    cities and the wilderness.

     

    As Hasir was nearly through with his wondrous nature tour of the Arboretum, he heard a conversation that caught his ear.

    "Tar-meena, I'm afraid to cast the spell. It can't be done, anyone who attempts it will die." She wept behind her hands

     

    An unknown Argonian placed a hand on her comrade's shoulder.

    "Don't worry," Deetsan said reassuringly, "My mages at the Cheydinhal guild are currently working on ways to combat the sheer

    power of the spell." She grinned at her and stroked her scales, "don't worry, my daughter, all will work out in time." She conjured a

    portal and before stepping through it gave Tar-meena another smile.

     

    Hasir stared at this exchange in shock, he was more surprised by the magic portal than seeing the two female Argonians. He

    sauntered over to the female Argonian who stood amongst the trees as if she had been planted alongside them. The Saxhleel female

    saw the stranger approach her and smiled.

    "Hello, my name is Hasir." He said, bending low to kiss the Argonian's hand, making the green and blue Argonian blush, "What's your

    name?"

     

    The female Argonian told him her name and he asked her who that Saxhleel was she was talking to. She told him that that Argonian

    was her mother, Deetsan. They were talking about the spell called'fingers of the mountain and she, being head of a mage's guild in

    the city of Cheydinhal, said that she will get her associates to find out how to lessen the concussive force of the spell.

     

    Hasir nodded, not focusing on her, but, instead on a figure knelt before the nondescript statue in the center of the arboretum. He

    left her looking shocked behind him and approached the figure.

    "Hi, I don't think I've seen you around her before." He said as he slumped onto a stone benches situated under the gazebo ceiling

     

    The female khajiit turned and smiled warmly at him.

    "I have a house near the shrine of Hircine." She said, "in the forest southeast of here." She said when Hasir looked cluelessly at her.

    She tittered nervously, "I came here because my lord, er, requires a champion to do a task in his honor." She looked at him

    wonderingly, "Do you know him?"

     

    Hasir looked at her as his arm hung lazy over the back of the stone bench.

    "I know of him, what I mean to say is I have met him but my family has also. They are all werewolves, er, followers of-"

     

    The khajiit female held up a hand to silence him.

    "I know what his followers are called, you stupid reptile!" She hissed

     

    She softened a bit when she saw that her retort had no effect. She quickly apologized, the Argonian smiled and said not to worry

    about it. The khajiit bowed her head in embarrasement, "By Hircine, where are my manners? My name in Valhira, head priestess of

    Hircine."

     

    Valjira grinned broadly as she extended a paw-like hand covered in light brown fur. The Argonian grinned and took the hand,

    pumping it up and down, considered going to the shrine of Hircine but told Valhira he must get to the market district with his

    companions. He followed Infinite and M'aiq as they exited the Arboretum, giving Valhira a slight grin and a wave.

     

    They exited,  worked their way around the walls as they did before and entered a door surrounded by two peculiar posters. Hasir

    eyed these while he rubbed the back of his neck,

    "Why are we going to the Arena district, we thinking about joining?" He had no idea how stupid he sounded

     

    Infinite walked up to the dumb Argonian and slapped him on the back of the head.

    "Hasir, you stupid lizard, we need to go through this district to get to the market district."

     

    Hasir nodded and then wore his confused look again.

    "Remind me why we are going there again?" He asked

     

    Infinite groaned and slid a paw-like hand down his face.

    "You are incorrigable, you know that? We are going to the market district to stock up on supplies." He paused and then rotated the

    Argonian to face him, "Hasir, I heard you and the female khajiit talking, something about going to see Hircine?"

     

    Hasir looked bashful but nodded. His tail swaying side to side behind him.

    "She asked me to see his shrine." The Argonian said, correcting Infinite, "but I'll do that after I go with you to get supplies."

     

    The black and white khajiit shook his head.

    "Nonsense, You go see what Hircine wants, leave me to get all the weapons armor and potions needed for any trouble we might

    face on our jounrey." 

     

    Hasir shook his head vehemently further affirming his decision.

    "No, I want to come to the market district with you to, er, explore." He said blanking Inifinite's vacant expression. The khajiit sighed

    and the three of them passed through the door. 

     

    Hasir expected there to be houses here, but instead of houses lining the streets like the temple district he saw platforms with boxes.

     

    Bags and barrels behind imperial columns on either side of the street that looked like they were crafted by a drunken masoner,

    making them seem curved. A few feet before him lay a magnificent gladiator arena. hmmm... I wonder if this is why they call

    this the arena district He thought, rather stupidly. The Argonian and two khajiit circumnavigated the arena, which was the main point

    of interest in this section of the city, until they were face with another door seperated from them by ten or so feet of cobblestone. 

     

    Hasir could hear a man calling out for volunteers; be they brave warriors or fresh meat having never fought a battle in their entire

    lives to join the Arena and, if they so chose to do so, enter into the bloodworks to be assessed. Hasir shrugged, thinking he might

    join up later and walked to the door at the end of the stretch of road. He followed his two comrades as they entered the door.