Wizard's Servant - Chapter 1-2 - A New Dawn

  • Sun rays were finding their way through the dense green foliage of the pine forest right in Scrag's eyes as he was lying on his back in a carriage, slightly rocking along a paved road to Falkreath. He tried to shift but an excruciating pain made him to instantly regret that decision. His face felt like it was barely holding together and he knew for certain that at least three of his ribs were broken. With vision blurred from the pain Scrag left out a scream which came out only as a low heavy moan. Suddenly the sun was blocked by a strange face that resembled the very beast that attacked him only with smaller fangs.

    “Your spells had worked, Zarrina” was the last thing he heard before falling back to the warm embrace of unconsciousness…

    * * *

    The next time Scrag regained consciousness it was late evening of the next day. He felt much better;moving still caused pain but not as much and he shifted his position to sitting.

    “Feeling better?” a low voice with strange accent sounded from beside him.

    Turning to his right Scrag saw the owner of the face that scared him earlier - a young Khajiit girl with light-colored fur and yellow irises.

    “Yes, thank you” he muttered shifting a bit farther.

    “What's your name?” young girl was quite persistent and didn't seem to be affected by his attitude at the very least.


    “Its nice to meet you Scrag! My name's Chiran. You are so lucky! If it weren't for us…”

    “Chiran, Ji’har was calling for you” a female figure approached them.

    “Yes, Ahdani” was the response and young girl hurried to the campfire burning nearby.

    “So, you're Scrag, yes?” Ahdani sat near him.

    Scrag studied her for a moment – this Khajiit woman was old enough to have a grown-up daughter but one would have never guessed it from her looks and fit figure. Her dark fur almost disappeared in the dusk shadows leaving visible only her sky-colored eyes. Light from the campfire reflected in the gold rings she had in her ears.

    “Yes, and you're Ahdani?”

    “Ah, so you know how to pay attention? Good… Yes, my name is Ahdani and I'm the leader of this caravan. We saved you from the saber cat. What were you doing out there, unarmed and with nothing but these rags on your back?”

    The pictures of the carnage at Greenspring Hollow and his desperate escape from the saber cat stood before Scrag's eyes and a wave of nausea washed over him.

    “Please, I don't want to talk about that” he spoke with a low voice. Then, remembering Drelas and the punishment he'd receive on return, he continued “I don't have any place to return to. Not anymore. If you'll let me, I'd love to stay with your caravan, Ahdani.”

    “And what can you possibly offer us in return?” inquired Ahdani, assessing the unnaturally skinny Orc before her.

    “I can help with making potions – I know properties of many ingredients. Mostly the ones from Whiterun plains but I know some others as well…”

    “Mother, he is still too weak and needs rest” a dark-furred Khajiit girl came out of shadow behind Ahdani and graciously approached them. The light from campfire danced on her big white eyes with pupils enlarged to better see in the growing darkness. She wore green robes which accentuated her slim figure and didn't constrain her movements at the same time.

    “Ah, Zarrina. You're making progress girl – I didn't hear you.”

    “This Khajiit can always disappear whenever she wants to, mother” Zarrina spoke softly, with a slight smile. Then her expression changed “I was serious though. He needs to rest.”

    “All right, all right, I'm leaving…” she turned to Scrag “You can stay with us, just remember – my word is law around here. End up causing trouble and you'll regret it dearly.”

    “Thank you, Ahdani!” he spoke relieved “You won't regret it.”

    “We'll see…” Ahdani muttered already on her way back to the campfire.

    Zarrina took her place near Scrag and put her hands on his chest gently urging him to lie down. When his head hit the rolled leather of a bedroll he realized how tired he really was. The eyelids closed by themselves and he almost instantly fell asleep under the faint ringing sound of healing spells casted by Khajiit healer…


  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  September 11, 2013
    Thanks again! 
  • Raid
    Raid   ·  September 10, 2013
    Another great part Vaz, I'm loving this story so far!
  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  August 30, 2013
    Thanks Laurie! I use Pupeteer Master mod for custom animations, but other than that if you just want to take a shot from some neat angle you use console for that. The command "tfc" will give you free camera movement. The command "tfc 1" will also stop the...  more
  • Laurie Bear
    Laurie Bear   ·  August 26, 2013
    S I am catching up.  this is great.  how did you get those screen shots?  This is a really good story.  I love it when the characters pull me in I feel what they feel and see what they see.
  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  August 21, 2013
    Thanks man! I had no internet access for the past three days and will not have it again for a week starting from Sunday, but I'll try to post the next chapter before that  
  • Knight-Paladin Robert
    Knight-Paladin Robert   ·  August 19, 2013
    Great post Vaz! Finally got a chance to read it, but the wait was worth it! I love how you detail the pain, the feelings and thoughts, makes you feel like you're in the story with them! Love the pics!
  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  August 16, 2013
    Thanks! The screenshots for this section were pretty hard to come up with, since there are not enough female Khajiit out of already existing caravans. I'm glad they're working out well :)
  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  August 14, 2013
    Thanks Kyn! Scrag is quite lucky to have encountered them, not only for saving his life but for giving him time to acclimate to the world of Skyrim as well, for he had only scratched the surface with his brief visits to the hunters.
  • Kynareth
    Kynareth   ·  August 14, 2013
    This entry was a great way to resolve the tension of your first one.  I really like the use of the caravan, ironic in fact after the attack Scrag endured.  It seems a place of comfort and calm.  I am curious how Scrag is going to react to this comfort...p...  more
  • Vazgen
    Vazgen   ·  August 13, 2013