Author's Note:
This is my first fanfiction, involving my character "Jamaal" and his two companions "Renal" and "Rhano". I hope you guys enjoy this.
Chapter 1: Blurry
Light shuddered into the corners, streaks of faint light sliding their way across the floorboards, hiding into the desolate corners. The house looked like any other of the city, but it was more than just that. Everyone thought Claud was just a retired merchant, but what they did not know did not hurt them. The house lead into the usual den-room, turning left, leading to a so-called basemant; It wasn't really a basemant.
The top floor was filled with three rooms, the large space divided in half by a wall, and the left side (from the entrance) being cut in half the opposite way. The house did not show any unusual features, although, there was an escape route leading into the sewers from the bottom, which was always locked by key and barred, along with magical support. It would take something powerful to blow through it. After all, Shaleez stayed there, a former Mages Guild member, who had achieved a ranking of decent height, getting to study mystiscm at the Arcane University. He dropped out when things all went to hell, Mannimarco wreaking havoc. A training room also was branched from the basemant, where the five or more staying at a time would hack away at dummies and shoot at targets. Shaleez really did like the Mages Guild, at least before that Traven started calling the shots. He was dead now, who could care more? The Guild was a damn stall now, rotting like a rose in a thorn bush.
The house looked like a usual thing, cabinets and paintings on the walls, along with certain multi-cultural textures. A desk sat in the main room, to the far back. Where a black-haired Imperial sat, checking papers. He wore a green vest-jacket with ivory strings, which collared in the back. He looked as a merchant; he even sounded like one too, after all, he used to be one. Nowadays, he earned more money doing his new job...which often was recalled as a scholar those days. People respected him, never bothered the man, and that was just the way he wanted it...
A Redguard approached from the basemant, eying the "merchant" suspiciously. A noticeable bladed crossbow hung over his shoulder, its wicked sharp turns urging at any normal man near bye. Most people thought Jamaal was a mercenary. After all, assassins...well...they didn't try to make it obvious.
"Any word from Renal?"
Claud looked back at the assassin. It really hadn't occurred to him. Renal would always go on these little week streaks, where he would go off to do something, which was often to find Rhano. Rhano was Renal's little brother, and the two, along with Jamaal, had been best friends since their early days.
"No, he left last week. I'm sorry for not being here last night for your arrival. You just got in late, and I was already upstairs. This week has been quite a busy one, that new listener filling us with his usual complaining...'
Jamaal eased his brow back, and relaxed his facial muscles. He then responded the Claud, who now held his hand onto his forehead.
"It will be fine, he just has to learn the ropes. He was appointed quite quickly..."
Claud gazed back at Jamaal, now being alarmed with thought. He had been so hazy, now it was as if his energy was kicking in.
"It is good to stay out of Morrowind. You know how the Tong is. You want to stay out of their territory. Renal should be back in a week or two, no worries. You've been sleeping all day, and you traveled all of yesterday. Go to the tavern and relax. Tell Shaleez to go with you. He has been stressed out more than me lately, staying up the longer of the night reading his little books..."
Claud now looked a bit repressive, and Jamaal was relieved. He probably would have gotten a drink himself anyway.
"I'll be there in some time. Take these septims. For now, I have to finish some letters, and send them to Cheydinhall."
The basemant door creaked, and a small Argonian voice came with it. He was a mostly orange scaled figure, with a light green line down his face. His screeching lizard voice came out in a wild fashion. He had just gotten up as well.
"Why Jamaal, good to see you again!"
Then the lizard eyed Claud suspiciously, seeing the table cluttered in different things, the shiny septims atop it.
"Well then, let's go to the tavern. I believe Andrel is already there!"
Jamaal let out a breath of air, eying his old friend. Shaleez often showed urgency after staying up all night reading and sleeping late, but his studies payed off, even passing knowledge to the different members. Often, the members would discuss scholarly things, and would sound like scholars, rather than mercenaries or assassins. In a quick moment, Jamaal nodded his head at Claud, which was a silent "thank you", and the two were off.
As Shaleez and Jamaal made their way into the cold streets, a gathered crowd stood around the doors, which were guarded by legion soldiers. The crowd appeared to be afraid, as the legion men put on their mighty serious looks. Jamaal made his way through the crowd, the inn across the street. There was not usually this much commotion in the district square. Luckily, Claud lived on one of the pathways. Jamaal pushed his way along, and approached the legion soldier.
"What's going on here, sir?"
The legion soldier stood up tall, his face grasped in seriousness. He tightened his chin up, the words hitting into the air like artillery fire.
"An Altmer was murdered a few hours ago. No detail has been said. A few saw a blue robed man come in and hug him?after that, he just walked out the door. Seconds later, the Altmer coughed up blood, and fell to the floor. People ran outside, trying to catch the man, but the damn university is touring the districts, auctioning for artifacts. They all wore blue robes. We couldn't catch him."
The dead Altmer was their companion. Andrel had always been their friend, and he was very knowledgeable about situations. It just hadn't been that close had it? Was death really always around the corner? Jamaal should have known that something would happen, he just didn't know when. What was in the city with them? Why was Andrel targeted? Was it the Tong? If it was, then why were they in the Imperial City? Cyrodil was the Brotherhood's territory after all. Was Renal dead too?
Shaleez, now looking into the sky, shouted, shoving Jamaal into the crowd. An arrow ducked beneath his head.
"Shaleez, run!"