Kalarn has a distrust of argonians. He didn't want to deal with collecting the debt so he just took the life to save himself the time. Currently he is trying to advance in rank as fast as possible (it'll spand over twenty to thirty chapters as he rises in rank working with the guild.) You must break a few kwama eggs to make a kwama omelet.

Acadian, you haven't played Morrowind or Daggerfall, twenty-five years have passed. Azzan has moved, a guild has been made in the Imperial City, the guild has lost much of its "honor."

Let me explain...

Guild Hall Commanders

Imperial City - Azzan

Anvil - Rhano

Cheydinal - Kurz gro-Baroth

Chorrol - Vantus Prelius

Bruma - Right-Wind

Bravil - Vincent Galien

Skingrad - Ah-Malz

Leyawiin - N/A (Completely deserted, all the fighters in the guild killed each other)



25 years passed, a lot of stuff changed.

Rising the ranks

Kalarn took off the heavy ebony armor and lay it beside the bedroll. It had a very odd aroma, rotten slaughterfish meat. The home had a wooden table, two wooden stools, a sack of food, and a bedroll. It was almost barren. He wrapped up in the bedroll, comfortably. Sleep came quickly that night.

When he awoke the next morning, the sun was still rising. He put on the armor hastily, and but the sword on his back in the harness. The Dark Paladin opened the sack of food and pulled out a loaf of bread. He tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. "How do people eat this without scrib jelly," he wondered.

As he finished his meal he walked out the door. A short khajiit, probably a child walked up to the Ebony-Clad Blade and asked, "Do you know what happened to my uncle, Amusei?"

The burning heat of a tear was under his helmet, but he lied, "Uncle Amusei left, for a long time, he won't come back."

The khajiit's eyes emitted tears that wet the fur on his face. The khajiit ran off, horrified that "Uncle Amusei" wouldn't be coming back. The Dark Paladin walked into the Talos District, this time the people were not awestruck, they just gave him a quick glance and got back to whatever they were doing. The Dunmer asked Azzan, "Do I get advancement in rank, for collecting the debt?"

"Yes," Azzan paused. "You do, Apprentice."

He walked down to the basemant and saw the elderly nord just smiling and reading. He asked, "Got any work for me?"

Eydis softly said, "Yes, yes I do in fact. You're an apprentice now, well down in Bravil there is a skooma ring, we need you to bust it up."

Kalarn nodded and started walking to the Arcane University for teleportation. "Skooma, a fool's item, it's a shame I'll have to put down all the skooma-eaters, but I must find this Blackguard, and getting up in rank is the quickest way to do it," The Paladin thought. He continued walking, ready to kill some skooma eaters...

This is good - Like Acadian, I haven't played Morrowind, and see names like Amusei and picture an Argonian, lol.

Eydis Fire-Eye was a quest-giver for the FG in Morrowind, she was arrogant, well now shes nice with age shes calmed down.

Edit: Amusei was an Oblivion Reference by the way

Rising the ranks

Awesome Chapter!

The below paragraph caught my eye for several minor reasons. Let me anolyze them for you:

'When he awoke the next morning, the sun was still rising. He put on the armor hastily, and but the sword on his back in the harness. The Dark Paladin opened the sack of food and pulled out a loaf of bread. He tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. "How do people eat this without scrib jelly," he wondered. '

Very efficient use of showing much without too many words. We know what time it is. We know how Kalarn is equipped. You provide plenty of interesting minor detail (bread w/o scrib jelly?). You also have escaped from the habit of overusing the name 'Kalarn' or 'he'. Just wonderful. It also contains one learning point. Regarding the sword, you say he 'but' the sword on his back. Of course you mean 'put', but I would go even further. Look to eliminate redundant words in close proximity. Instead of saying 'He put on the armor hastily, and put the sword on his back in the harness.' , look for a way to avoid doubling up on the word 'put'. He could for example, don the armor. Or perhaps strap the sword into the harness or such. No need to use put in both spots.

Arrgant is a understatment for her Morrowind incarnation. Involved in shady business she was.

Going to Bravil

As Kalarn trekked through the giant city to the Arcane University, he felt a sense of depression, of lust, of hatred. "Stop it, this is just more of Sheogorath's tricks," he told himself in his thoughts. The Dark Paladin continued to walk, the sun was highest in the sky at this moment. He finally reached the gate guarded by battlemages.

He hissed, "Open the gate, I seek teleportation."

One of the battlemages pulled back his hood, he was a breton with short brown hair and light blue eyes. "Fine," he sighed. The gate came open as the other battlemage muttered a spell. The Dunmer crept in and saw something that sent chills down his spine. When he was here last time, mages were everywhere, this time there were none. He gripped his blade tightly and walked through the buildings.

After several minutes of searching he saw the building with a sign labelled, "Magical Travel." The Dark Paladin walked pulled open the door and walked in. It was a small two-story, building there was only one room on the bottom, and Kalarn didn't dare go up and check the top. In the far left corner there were glowing runes and an altmer standing by it. The altmer was short for an altmer, she had golden strands of hair, and a scared look on her face. "M-M-Master, we have a v-v-visitor," She called.

Walking down the stairs was a some sort of humanoid dressed in all black. It muttered under its breath and the altmer fell to the ground shrieking in agony. "What do you want," The creature hissed.

Judging from its voice, the Dark Paladin judged it as a male of some known race of Tamriel. He barked, "Two things now, an answer why you're hurting this young altmer woman, and teleportation."

"She is a servant of mine, it is legal, she chose it over dying," the dark-clad man responded.

The altmer hoarsely whispered, "I-I-I am an a-apprentice and a slave."

The man muttered a spell and the altmer screamed in pure anguish. The Dark Paladin thrust his blade into the man's chest, only to pull it back and there was no blood, no liquid of any sort, nothing. "Fool," the dark-clad man hissed. "I am more magic than mer, and have been for five-hundred years, and now you'll die."

The Mer muttered a spell and Kalarn was bashed against the wall. The Mage came closer and pulled back its hood and unravelled the scarf around his neck and mouth. It was him, Kalarn Broodikus. The Dark Paladin muttered one of the few spells he knew, dispell magic. His magical half shrieked in agony, and fell to the ground.

The altmer offered thankfully, "I can teleport you."

He responded, "Yes, please." He walked over to the runed area in the stone floor and the altmer chanted some words. He appeared in the Bruma Mages' Guild, ready to end the Skooma-Eaters.

This has to be the best chapter you have ever written!

Skooma

Kalarn watched as a mage intercepted him as he tried to exit the main door. The mage was a tall khajiit, a blonde fur, and cat-like eyes, his legs were bent under his robe. He asked, "Why does the prey leave?"

"The prey is busy, now get out of my face, Khajiit," The Dark Paladin responded.

The khajiit moved, nervously. The Ebony-Clad Man shoved open the doors and walked out. The river was dirty, argonian and khajiits were like litter in the streets. The place wreaked of blood, dirt, and sweat. The Dunmer walked up to one of the argonian beggers, "Where can I find the skooma den?"

"Across the river, the house right in front of the Lucky Lady," he responded as he shoved his open palm out. Kalarn sighed deeply and pulled out a few septims and put them in his hand. His armor clanked as he walked. The sun had begun to set, people were heading to taverns or their own homes.

After what felt like an hour of searching the dirt-hole of a city, he discovered a statue of a woman standing, with a plaque at its base "The Lucky Lady." He looked at what the lady faced. It was two-story house. He crept in the door and noticed a dark elf that looked like a very old woman; a khajiit with faded blonde fur; an orc with a light green skin; and a breton with a pale skin tone and receding white hair.

He gripped his blade tightly as he pulled it out of the harness. The Dark Paladin cleaved the orc with no problems, his blood sprayed across the room onto all of them. Then he impaled the khajiit, he kicked the catman off his sword and slashed at the breton. The breton just sat there as the blade cut him in half at the waste. The Dunmer pleaded, "Please, we don't deser--"

She was cut off by her head being removed. He sighed deeply and cleaned off his sword. The Dark Paladin stuck it in his harness and walked out the door headed towards the Mages' Guild.

Duties

As Kalarn walked he noticed the sun had set, it was dark, cold, and the time of the nocturnal thieves. He pushed open the doors of the Mages' Guild and walked up the stairs. "Everyone is...gone," The Dunmer thought. His mind was flooded with memories of the War of Bretony. He pulled off his helmet and looked in the reflection of the glass display cases.

"Curse that bastard, Sheogorath," the breton female thought. Kalara noticed the armor shrunk with her. Perhaps she could pull off that she hadn't changed. She pushed her dark brown hair in her cuirass quickly and shoved the helmet back on. The loud snoring of the mages was heard upstairs.

She walked up another flight of stairs and noticed the runed corner. There stood a breton male dressed in elegant robes. He had long brown hair and ice-blue eyes. The Dark Paladin hissed, her voice higher than normal, "I need to go to the Imperial City Arcane University."

The Mage put out his open palm, "Fifteen septims."

She pulled some golden coins from a bag at her belt and handed it to him. The magi smiled as he muttered under his breath. Suddenly the breton was in the Arcane University. She smiled weakly and started walking towards Talos District. The cold winds were chilling especially with the heavy platemail.

As she trekked across the empty Imperial City she made it to the Talos District. Kalara had a feeling she was being watched, but she continued walking towards the guild hall. After what felt like several minutes passed, she reached it. The breton pushed open the doors and saw Azzan standing, waiting.

"I completed the task," She said, trying to sound as much like her dunmer self as possible.

"Excellent, here is fifty septims, also in the morning if you want more work, in Leyawiin there are some criminals in hiding, take them out," Azzan stated as he handed her the coins.

She nodded and walked to the King and Queen Inn. It was gleaming with life, plenty of patrons drinking, laughing, listening to the bards play. She slammed twenty septims on the counter and said, "Room, please."

One of the tavernkeepers grabbed the coins, "First room on the left."

Kalara climbed up the stairs and reached the room. She removed the ebony armor, relaxed in just her undergarments she smiled. For the first time in a long time she felt at peace, tranquil. "I almost forgot what it was like to be, happy, even if it is for no reason what so ever," the breton thought.

These last two chapters are great Zalphon! Your improvements are tremendous!

Leyawiin

Kalara sat there blissfully. It was raining harshly outside, she heard it pelt against the window. As she sat there in her undergarments she was tranquil, serene, happy. She pulled one of the few books from the book shelf and started to read, but was quickly bored. The young breton covered up in the large fur blanket and felt her mind fade into sleep.

When she awoke after a dreamless night the sun was shining. Patrons were downstairs drinking, laughing, and listening the bard's stories. The Dark Paladin adorned the armor. "All of them are lucky, to not be tangled in the mess that I am," she thought. As the ebony-clad warrior walked down the stairs, her armor clanked. The patrons didn't seem to care, they were too fascinated with what it was that they were doing.

She walked over to the counter and said to the tavernkeeper, "Could I get a kwama egg, please?"

He smiled as he reached below the counter. The man pulled up a large, milky-white, egg. As the breton grabbed it, it felt surprisingly heavier than it looked. She grabbed a green plate and sat at an empty table. With a fork and knife she cracked it open and started eating the yolk.

"Its been so long since I've tasted a fresh kwama egg, it tastes so good, the zingy taste as it radiates with flavor in your mouth," she blissfully thought as she swished the yolk around her mouth. Finally after she finished the egg, she placed the plate on the counter and walked out the door. The day was bright, judging from the sky the sun had recently risen not to long ago. The Warrior waded through the people, of all ages and races and genders. Headed towards the Arcane University.

Several minutes passed as she trekked through the districts and the large assortment of people. Finally she saw the giant gates of the Arcane University. Politely she asked the battlemage at the gate, "Could you open the gate?"

He nodded an affirmative and muttered under his breath. The huge gate came open and she crept in. The University was gleaming with life. Mages, spellswords, battlemages, nightblades, sorcerers, they were all here, for whatever reason. The happy breton walked into the door with the label, "Magical Transportation."

The Altmeri Female no longer was there, but a tall imperial, with light brown hair and a tanned skin he smiled at her. She walked closer, "Can you teleport me to Leyawiin?"

"I can, for a kiss, or for some gold, sweet-heart," he responded.

"Sweetheart, what kind of girl does he think I am," she irritatedly thought.

Kalara pulled out some septims and handed them to the mage. "Teleport me, now," she hissed with rage in her voice.

The mage muttered under his breath and she was in Leyawiin. The guild hall was filled with all imperials and bretons, for some reason. She walked over to the door and pushed it open, ready to hunt some criminals.

Awesome job Zalphon, you are on a roll!

Leyawiin, City of the Beast-Slayers

Kalara saw the guards walking about, the khajiits and argonians in shackles with leashes and collars around their necks. "I don't trust the beasts very much, but this is cruelty," The Breton thought. She hastily walked up to one of the guards with a leash, he was a tall imperial man, light blonde hair, dark green eyes. The leashed person he had with him was an argonian male with nothing but a loincloth.

She asked, "Why do you do that to these people?"

"Countess demands it, besides these stupid beasts are too dumb to know whats going on anyway," He responded coldly.

The argonians eyes begged for death, his scales showed scars. His claws had been broken, when he opened his mouth to yawn, his teeth were broken or cracked. He continued walking, showing no pain, but his eyes begged for it. He just wanted death, sweet death. She felt a tear run down her cheek, it burned, but she kept walking.

She walked towards a local tavern, the Five-Claws Lodge. The Dark Paladin opened the door and walked in. A khajiit stood there, she was a young one, her neck bare a collar and a guard stood watch. Kalara asked, "There is supposedly some criminals around here, do you know where to find them?"

The kahjiit tried to open her mouth to speak, but when she did the guard punched her jaw, she yelped in agony. He hissed, "Criminals, in Leyawiin, not possible. The only criminals in Leyawiin are these disgusting things." The guard pointed at the khajiit.

Tears wet the khajiit's fur, but she didn't say anything. The ignorance of the Countess was causing damage to innocent lives. "I've got to help these people, they don't deserve this, after all they're just beast-races," she said mentally. The Breton walked out of the tavern and started walking towards the Countess' Lair.

As she walked through the streets she saw more and more abuse. The khajiits were being shaved for the pleasure of the guards. Citizens watched and cheered. Argonians were having their scales cracked by being repeatedly beaten with a mace. The citizens didn't resist, they actually helped.

Kalara shoved open the doors and walked towards the twin thrones of the Count and Countess. She asked, "Why do you do this to the beast-races, they haven't done any harm, have they?"

"Those disgusting things are in my city, that is a crime. You'd be smart to stop being so sympathetic to those scaley, slimey, argonians and those furry, flea-ridden, khajiits," Countess Alessia hissed.

The Dark Paladin gripped her blade tightly and pulled it out of the harness. Guards rushed over and tackled her to the ground. "Take her to the dungeon, the wench can get the same treatment as the rest of those scum," the Countess commanded.

The guards grabbed the weapon and stripped her of her armor. They grabbed the nearly-nvde breton and dragged her into a cell with a khajiit and an argonian. She screamed, "Stop this, please." The guards paid no attention to her pleas, just kept dragging her to the cell.

The Khajiit frowned and asked, "A sympathsizer, really?"

She nodded as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. The argonian stated, "We've been attacked and tortured for no reason, by the way I am Quick-Strike. I used to be a slave of a man named Zalphon, then he freed me. I later saved his life and worked with him for many years. We did great things together, until he died."

"Zalphon, my father, Quick-Strike was our house slave," She excitedly thought.

"Remember his son, Kalarn?" she asked.

The argonian bobbed his head in an affirmative. The Dark Paladin stated, "It's me, Sheogorath cursed me to change bodies and races every so often."

He sighed, "Tell me something only he knows if this is true."

"Your mother was a previous house slave," The Breton responded.

Quick-Strike let out a smile, rare for an argonian, "So it is you, well lets get to that later, first we need a plan."

Zalphon - you did an excellent job on this chapter! Great depiction of the prejudice in Leyawiin against the beast species!

Z, I've read the story and really like it.
However; there was one inconsistency that irked me. First you have Kalarn/Kalara mercilessly slaughter Amusei because he can't be bothered asking the Argonian about a lousy 100 gold. You say Kalarn doesn't trust Argonians. Fair enough.

Suddenly, in a different form he is feeling bad an Argonian slave is mistreated. I know he changed into a female but I think his/her preferences and (dis)likes wouldn't change that much would they?

And a slave being an apprentice in the Mages Guild was somewhat unbelievable as well but since you have skipped into the future 25 years after the Oblivion crisis policies might have changed. It's your story after all.

All in all, I think your writing has improved dramatically but I can't help but feeling some parts could use a bit more thought and that some were rushed while they could've been beneficial to the story.
Why not use to transistion from Dunmer male to Breton lady in the fighter's guild to create some confusion with the people around him/her? You could've put a funny element into your story without making it a farce.

Remember at the time he was a dunmer (slavers) now he is a breton (neutral, and as a female, even sympathetic)

Yeah, I'm well aware of that. What I am saying is; he is still the same person only in a different body. Consider it m8.

I love it. Its amazing

Remkon, Sheogorath is evil, he is changing the personality as well.

Escape From Leyawiin

The argonian looked and saw no guards. He said calmly, "Kalara, I will pick the lock, J'skooma will hold off the guards, and then I'll pick the lock on the evidence chest and you help us out."

The Breton rose a brow and hugged Quick-Strike and J'skooma, they were like uncles to her, friends of the family. The Dervish Argonian pulled off a cracked scale and cringed. But underneath the scale lie a lockpick. He gripped it tightly and shoved it into the keyhole. Suddenly it broke.

The Khajiit laughed, "J'skooma do this, silly argonian." He muttered under his breath and a click was heard. The Dark Paladin gasped, but silenced herself. Suddenly the door slammed open and a fat imperial with a gray horseshoe hairstyle. He hissed, "Back in your cell, you ugly beasts."

J'Skooma muttered under his breath and the imperial was fighting against a skeletal warrior. Kalara ran towards the imperial and got a firm hold of his neck. She pulled tightly and heard a snap sound. The man fell to the ground, dead, as did the skeleton now a pile of bones. The Mage smiled as he gazed into the wall, content with his own thoughts. Quick-Strike nodded, knowing it had to be done.

They ran out of the cell. The argonian grabbed the key tightly and pushed open the door. The door creaked loudly, and the smell of death burned their nostrils. "The evidence chest," Kalara thought as she pointed to it. Quickly the argonian somersaulted over to it and shoved the key in and twisted it. There was her armor, the glass armor the argonian wore, and J'skooma's magical robes. They donned their armor hastily, happy to be free of their cell.

A door opened nearby, a bow was drawn and it was a man dressed in all green. He looked to be of nordic origin as he stated, "I'm Valix, Greenblood Ranger-Captain. I'm here to help save you sympathizers and you poor beast-folk."

She smiled and they walked out the door. As they opened the door they discovered the grand hall was swarming with guards. "This isn't going to be easy," the Dark Paladin thought.

The Final Chapter

Kalara commanded, "Lets fight off as many as possible."

They nodded as they charged towards the horde of armed guards. Quick-Strike's twin-daggers cut through the chainmail with ease. The screams of the guards were heard as the glass daggers slid through their flesh. Blood sprayed, screams were heard, and madness was everywhere.

Valix strung his bow and released a flurry of arrows. Rapidly they launched into the armed imperial enforcers. Death was like a plague for the guards, it spread hastily. J'skooma muttered spells, and then bolts of flame, balls of ice, and shocking spells emitted from his fingertips. The place smelled of blood, burnt flesh, and burnt hair.

When the last guard was dead, two people walked in. A woman dressed in dark silk robes with a dark hood and the purple-shirted, brown-panted Sheogorath. The woman hissed, "It is I, Vaermina."

"On this day madness has come," Sheogorath cheered excitedly. Suddenly Quick-Strike, Valix, J'skooma, all peeled over and died. Their breaths were quick and light at first then stopped. Kalara looked down and felt blood dripping. At her feet was a pool of blood. The Dark Paladin fell to her knees and accepted final rest.

"BY THE NINE," Screamed a Dunmer who lay in a Balmoran House. He looked in a mirror to reveal sweat-drenched hair, he was soaked in cold sweat.

"I will relive these horrors, forever," the dunmer thought. "Or until I go mad."

Sheogorath's voice whispered, "Forever or until madness, Kalarn....Forever."

I love that name, "J'Skooma" - Lol Your writing has improved so much towards the end of this! Really great Zalphon!!