Tales of the Mentor: Chapter 1

  • Tales of the Mentor: Chapter 1 Ashahul, the champion of the Erabenimsun tribe. His people called him a hero, leading their warriors into battle with the Great Houses. Stories of his skill with the sword and axe were sung throughout the tribe, his prowess as a warrior almost matches the wise woman Manirai's mastery of magic. Today Ashahul betrayed his tribe. He defended members of House Redoran, and attacked his fellow tribesmen to do this. The other hunters with him managed to bind him in ropes and brought him to the wise woman to be judged. The tribe gathered in the wise woman's hut, and awaited this traitor's fate. Manirai looked at the champion, who is on his knees in front of her and awaiting judgement. "Ashahul," Manirai began "son of my son, champion of the Erabenimsun. You have betrayed your brothers and sisters by raising your weapons against them, to defend a member of House Redoran. Is this true?" Ashahul took his eyes off the floor and put them on Manirai. "Yes, wise woman, I have." The tribesmen yelled out, wanting the traitor dead for attacking their brothers, but the final decision belongs to the wise woman. "Ashahul, for your crimes against the tribe, I could have you killed." "I understand, Manirai." "You haven't killed any of the hunters, so you shall not be executed here, but outside the safety of the tribe. You shall be exiled, to wander around the land for the rest of your days." Hours after the sentencing of Ashahul, he was lead out of the camp, with nothing but his sword, axe, and chitin armor. From there, he started toward the city of Blacklight, trying his best to find a way to gain more equipment, or at the very least find a way off of Morrowind. As he entered the city, Ashahul was confronted by an Imperial soldier. "Hold there friend." said the soldier, "From where do you hail?" "Nowhere," replied Ashahul "I am in need of a way off of Morrowind. Are there any caravans that need extra muscle?" "None that I know of, but if your looking for work then you may want to think about joining the Imperial Legion, we could always use an extra soldier or two." Ashahul shook his head and went on his way. He eventually found what he was looking for, a caravan that doesn't have many guards, maybe about three in total so far. Ashahul is about to make them four people strong. "So what is it like, being a member of the fighter's guild?" asked one Dunmer to a Redguard. "Well, for one, you get a feeling of pride," said the Redguard "and two, it feels like you are in one of the strongest organizations in all of Tamriel." "Oh? Well my organization has friends in high places." "And what organization do you belong to?" "I'd rather not say," answered the Dunmer " I have important business to attend to once we get to Cyrodil, and let's leave it at that shall we?" The Bosmer amongst them tapped the shoulder of the Redguard and pointed at Ashahul. Both the Redguard and Bosmer went up to Ashahul. "Are you planning on getting hired to protect this here caravan all the way to Cyroldil?" asked the Redguard, "We could always use an extra pair of hands." "I am looking for a way out of Morrowind," answered Ashahul. The Dunmer of the small group advanced the trio, snickering. "How odd, an ashlander," said the Dunmer "what's your story, mate? Run away from your fellow savages?" "I was exiled if that's what you are wondering," Ashahul said harshly "for trying to do the right thing- the honorable thing." "There is no room for honor on the road, ashlander." The Bosmer tapped the Redguard's shoulder again, and the Redguard turned around smiling as an Altmer wandered up to the cart. "Landil!" exclaimed the Redguard. "Roland!" exclaimed the Aldmer as they shook hands, "It's good to see you again. Are these the other members of our little troop?" "Yes they are, allow me to introduce them to you. The Dark Elf in the leather is Dalam Orethi, the Wood Elf there is Anglal, he saved my life many times with his mastery of the bow." Landil nodded at the two, "It's good to meet you both." He looked at Ashahul. "And you are?" "I am Ashahul Timsar-D. Must we wait for anyone else?" "No one that I know of, no." Landil then turned his attention to Roland once more, "I assume we are ready my friend?" "We sure are. Ready when you are." The group headed inside the cart, to where their journey will begin, and adventure awaits.

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3 Comments
  • Phillip Mains
    Phillip Mains   ·  July 22, 2013
    Yeah....THAT'S what I meant. ^^" Whoops, thanks for pointing that out.
  • Shimazu
    Shimazu   ·  July 17, 2013
    Did you mean 'Altmer'?
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  July 7, 2013
    I look forward to seeing how this continues.