So this is something I've been writing on my phone whenever I'm on the can and there's no internet. I've written seven other episodes and the plot builds up a fair bit later. Let me know in comments if you would like to see the others and I'll upload.
PEACE.
Episode 1
Act 1
The tale of Adskir and J'liarzo begins in the time after Oblivion opened, when the sons of Skyrim spilled their own blood, In the lands of Morrowwind, in the commercial district of a city named Mournhold, the sound of leather and cloth boots brushing on cobble can be heard as a backround against the many dialects of Tamriel discussing and sometimes shouting over trade. From the common sale of nord mead and mud crab claws to the exquisite sale and barter for rarer items, such as grand soul gem's or perhaps a recently unearthed first edition tome, travellers from all over find themselves in mournhold trading off wares and being begged for scrap's by the local lower class.
From the south end of these markets the blaring noise of begging and offering began to rise as a group of tourist from cyrodil made their stroll from the high end political districts and down into the the markets for an afternoon of showing off and flashing their large coin purses. The troop of snooty Imperials was lead by the current emperors cousin, Maladis Septim, head of foreign security. The troop in total numbered about 8 or so however 5 may have simply been stragglers hoping to seem of higher status than they were. There were many dark elf children, a few of other races too, at the feet of these men, with empty hands held high, crying for anything they might be given.
Some of these children stood further back from the crowd, trying to not look up at the faces of these men, staring instead at their coin purses that hung fat at their sides. These were the older boys, who rubbed their wrists and decided they'd rather keep their hands then risk being cought, one young Khajiit no older than 9 with aubrey fur, long dreadlocks and a tall, lanky figure began slinking between the children with cautious, nimble steps towards the leader himself, Maladis Septim. Once he was within arms length he made one quick survey of the nearest guard and up to maladis' face before finally snatching the soft leather pouch hanging from his belt. At first it would not budge but his claws came out as a reflex and severed the rope that had been keeping it to its owner, delaying him barely a second, then darting off. He switched from running up right to all fours gaining speed as he did.
"Someone get that cat!" Yelled Maladis as the Khajiit boy cleared the crowd. The guards turned and began manoeuvring through the children slowly but only a young redguard boy was able to give chase. They both left the commercial district while the guards kept the oportunistic boys back, and began the climb up the slope of the slums district at high speed.
When the Khajiit managed a quick turn into a cramped ally the redguard child knew he was losing him and called out "karol!". The redguard then turned the alley in time to witness what he had conjured with his shout. A stumpy little yellow dremora stood before him and had knocked the Khajiit boy against the wall and onto the ground. The Khajiit stared up in wonder while the Redguard seized the gold that lay just behind. The ethereal scamp flickered from reality as the guards rounded the corner to find one redguard boy with the stolen gold and a Khajiit child turn and begin climbing over the back fence and out of sight.
Act 2
The Redguard boy over the course of a day was transported from the big city of Mournhold, north to the lake side town of Greypane and into the mining prisons. The mines near Greypane ran along the lakes southern caves, near the mouth of a river that ran up to the sea of ghosts. The caves at the prison were mined for salt and there is not enough people in the town to mine it so they use the young prisoners as labourers.
The Redguard boy was taken to his cell which was cramped, filthy and the window faced the work yard. The noise of constant mining ring through his sell. His days were spent working the mines and his nights were spent restless, listening to the work that awaited him. What brakes and leisure time he had were filled with taunts from the other boys who were made up of soley dark elf prisoners, hating the foreign looking boy without ever really knowing why. In The first three months of him being there he had attempted escape four times but all attempts were met with failure and beatings. Several times he had tried to conjure Karol but each time had been very brief and tiring. At last he gave up hope.
The Redguard boy had spent most of one morning trying to at least get Karol's head to appear, he felt as though he nearly had it when the sound of guards approaching and taunts from his neighbours interupted his concentration. His cell door opened and thrown in was a young Khajiit. The guards locked the door and turned away, leaving him and his new cell mate. When the khajiit boy stood the redguard saw that it was the Khajiit from weeks ago. The Khajiit looked up and smiled at him.
"hello friend" said the boy.
"You. You God dam cat!" said the Redguard Adskir. "You got me thrown in here you [censored] of a troll!!"
"Was that you? One should not chase J'liarzo. This one is too quick for red boy. And what was that friend of yours?" Asked the Khajiit.
"You can't be too quick. I caught up didn't I? That was karol and I'm Adskir. You're in for allot of trouble now" He replied
"Well adskir, J'liarzo is impressed with the way you kept up. To bad you didn't run when it was most important."
"You still got me caught you bloody cat. How'd you get caught?"
"This one never caught. J'liarzo in here because J'liarzo needs to eat."
"Then you should have begged and why do you talk like that it's weird, people get beaten up in here for being weird."
"J'liarzzo will speak how J'liarzo wants and we will not be staying here long regardless."
Adskir the 9 year old Redguard and J'liarzo the 8 year old Khajiit grew close in their attempts to escape together, though not for years. Despite what J'liarzo thought there were many beatings, many escape attempts and five years of crushing manual labour before they succeeded in their escape. However in that time a fierce loyalty was built between the two. Throughout the years the beatings and the mental anguish, they were hardened, Adskir conjuring flickered. Sometimes not so much as a lump, sometimes entirely. J'liarzo grew strong and agile, trying time and time again to fight back against the other boys. Finally on the 5th anniversary of their meeting, the two escaped by causing a riot and using Karols heard and left side of the body. There was some feinting among both prisoner and guard.
Adskir and J'liarzo ducked and weaved quickly through the streets of greypane, moving quickly towards the west gate and doing their best to avoid the guards that were on patrol.
"We need to get to a carriage to get out of town and make our way up to blacklight." Said Adskir.
"It isnot so wise to leave a place while every rock is peeked under. Guards are searching everybody who tries to leave and a red boy and cat will stand out more then anyone." Replied J'liarzo.
"If we stay much longer they will find is. We have to take the risk!"
The two approached a dark elf man with a thick moustache and farmer attire, standing by his cart and humming. The man asked them their business.
Adskir said, "Greetings sir, uhh would you be willing to take a couple of travellers out of town?"
The farmer looked them over and shook his head and said, "there is no way I'm taking that risk for a couple of runaways like yourselves. Go on before I yell guard."
The redguard shot him a dirty look and his friend pulled him away before he could do something stupid.
"Looks like we will have to find another way out." Said Adskir
"Perhaps is better we sit put." replied J'liarzo.
As he finished his sentence the pair turned the corner into the commercial district and confronted by four guards.they looked them over and realised who they were.
"get them!" Yelled the lead dark elf guard. J'liarzo turned grabbing adskir and began to run out of the commercial district and into the scummy residential area of the north riverbank. The pair caught sight of another patrol ahead and slowed realising they were trapped. J'liarzo dived through a near by window dragging adskir with him in the nick of time. They heard the sound of guards passing and let out a breath of relief, taking note of their surroundings. They were in a dark, eery house that was thick with dust and moss, scattered about the floor were what looked like the mangled roots of a tree. J'liarzo stood, sniffing about the air and taking wide steps over the roots, adskir stood up after him and then followed him into the next room.
"Hallo children!"
Act 3
Standing before the two boys, hunched over an alchemy table and working a mortar and pestal was an elderly man who's face had a slight green glow coming from the traproot he was eating with a in noisy crunches.
"Hallo children!" Said the, old man, a touch of madness in both eyes. There was a long awkward pause with only the sound of distant guards and the old mans crunching on the glowing root. After a moment he held out the half eaten traproot and in a voice like a sick child said, "hungry?"
"No thanks" said adskir awkwardly.
"Let's hide out here until the sun has set" added J'liarzo
"But what about the... Uh gentlemen?"replied adskir. The two turned to see the old man munching traproot, cackling to himself.
"Do you mind if we stay a bit?" Asked J'liarzo.
The old man began humming to himself, wiping the green goo from his chin.
"I suppose. There's some rags upstairs if you feel like covering up those prison clothes." He said, still chuckling and humming. The khajiit boy bowed in thanks and the redguard nodded. Perhaps the man was not totally mad.
The two climbed the staircase and entered what looked like the old mans private room and took off the old rags they had aquired during the escape and threw on the large grey robes that smelled of traproot, They returned down stairs to discuss their next move. The old man poured what he had been grinding into two flasks which seemed to shine green whenever light touched it. The old man offered them both a flask which they accepted nervously, J'liarzo bowed to this aswell.
"So how do we find ourselves gone from this place? Guards everywhere." J'liarzo asked.
"Why don't you just walk out??" Butted in the old man.
"Why not ferry?" J'liarzo suggested.
Adskir shook his head and said, "that wouldn't work, they check all ferries at the water gate."
"All but the Khajiit boats. They only check those at the docks!" Shouted the old man."too bad neither of you are khajiit." The two boys looked at each other confused and shook their heads.
"It is not bad idea though. Could sneak on one." suggested J'liarzo.
"Well that's all good for you but I don't exactly look Khajiit, unless you want to shave your tail? Give me a nice beard." replied Adskir.
"There will be no touching of J'liarzo's tail today. But we can always sneak you in barrel" the khajiit snapped back.
"I suppose that might work. Alright let's try it" he responded in a happier tone.
"Okay, but don't forget to eat first!" The old man said as he threw a traproot at each of them, knocking them from their seats.
It was much later when the boys left, the sun had just started setting over the buildings and hills. They made their way north towards the sound of the busy lake and along the way spotted guards knocking on doors and checking down allies but twice got lucky in being undetected. They then found them selves facing the riverfront, looking over the big water gate and the multiple ferries and ships coming in and out.
"Sure is busy for such a late time of day" says Adskir.
"The searches must be holding the traffic" replied J'liarzo.
"Looks like we will be catching that one then." said Adskir pointing to a small Khajiit filled ferry. The boys made their way confidently over to the small vessel cautious but exciteded. They then noticed two guards approaching the vessel, the pair were both clearly dark elves and had approached the ferry aggressively with a sense of authority.
"Stop, no one else on!" said the taller of the two. They then stood in front of the ferry.
A tall Khajiit hidden behind a hood asked what was going on.
"Orders. All boats get checked." Replied the guard
"You little elves can't tell one khajiit from another, why bother?" He asked again.
"Orders. And mind your tongue" snapped the guard.
The two boys looked at eachother, backing away from the dock.
"Well this svcks. How are we ment to get on now?" Said Adskir.
"Remember what I said? We smuggle you in barrel!" Said J'liarzo pointing at an old man with barrels full of cabbages. The two nodded at each other knowingly.
"Pardon me good sirs, may I have moment of your time?" Asked J'liarzo, as adskir began creeping towards the barrels.
"Yeah what do ya want?" Said the old man who smelled of rotten cabbage.
"I was wondering if I could buy some of the lovely cabbages. Where are they froms?"
The man said "show me the coin first!" And J'liarzo patted his pockets to see if he could find any spare change in the old robes many pockets, but to avail. The old man then shooed him away before turning and saying, "Hey you!" Pointing to adskir, "get away from my barrels!" Adskir then nodded at J'liarzo. Adskir prayed that he could be lucky this once.
"Karol" whispered adskir, "your up". There was a momentary shiver and then behind the cabbage stacked cart, the short, stumpy imp Karol appeared.
"What the heck is that thing?!" Said the old man. Karol then leapt onto the cart, devouring cabbages in large crunchy bites. The man then began swatting at Karol, screaming all the while, with a long stick. The two guards standing at the dock bolted over and attempted to kill the creature that unnerved them so. In the confusion the boys began grabbing cabbages and pulling them from the nearest barrel. Once it was half empty, adskir climbed inside, popped the lid on top and J'liarzo rolled the barrel over to the ferry. They were on the wood dock and just about to push the barrel onto the vessels deck when another guard popped up, This one, a large, dark skinned Orc. J'liarzo came to a full stop and stopped the barrel with his hands.
"Thought you were just gonna walk on?" Said the Orc guard, "hand it over" he said as he tipped it on it's side with a faint grunt.
"What's in it?" The guard asked.
"Cabbages" replied J'liarzo
"Bit heavy for cabbages" replied the Orc guard who began cranking the lid off, itnoring the shouts. With the sound of the lid popping off came the sound of an object smacking the Orc in the face which sent him reeling and almost losing his footing over the docks side. When J'liarzo turned and the Orc looked up he saw the old, traproot-loving man carrying a net full of traproot, juggling two in his free hand. The Orc moved to charge him, and was met by two more traproot, one to the head and one to the stomach thrown in quick succession, that knocked him over the side of the dock and into the water. The Orc then pulled himself from the water and charged at the old man, calling for the dark elf guards to him to help. Karol vanished from the cabbage wagon to the others shock.
"So long children!" The old man shouted, sprinting down the street. Once all three guards were down the street and out of sight, J'liarzo quickly rolled the barrel onto the boat.
The tall khajiit then unhooded and approached them, revealing a large, majestic mane and scarred face.
"Welcome to Ri'drazo's ferry, may he ask what you are doing here?" Said the tall Khajiit. Adskir popped out of the barrel and said,
"We just need out of the town."
The old cat smiled.
"This one has taken on many a poor soul and will take on you as well, but know this, you will be watched closely." said the Khajiit. The ferry then passed through the water gate and rode northwest up the lake, it's destination, blacklight.