Scheduled Disasters


1. The Cat Man Cometh
2. Magnus the Greymind
3. Prophiter
4. Xighden Lienx
5. The Comonna Tong
6. Slaves of the Ascadian Isles
7. Murder in St. Delyn
8. Conspiracy Theory
9. Impractical Magic
10. Fools Rush In (To Their Pockets)
11. Samurai Showdown
12. The Insider
13. Night Falls on Ebonheart
14. Odibaal
15. The Long Road Ahead
16. Dunmer History X
17. Killer Instinct
18. The Fifth Man
19. Tales and Tallows
20. Tel Vos
21. Manifest Destiny
22. Consequences
23. The Twin Lamps
24. The Beginning of the End
25. The Nature of Evil
26. The End of Innocence
27. Enter Sheogorath
28. A Beautiful Disaster
29. Closure

Chapter 4
Xighden Lienx
Last Seed 20

The city of Suran was small, but I liked it. There were interesting people and well-paid jobs. Not to mention that Deselle’s House of Earthly Delights was more than an acceptable place to spend time. There was all the moon sugar a Khajiit could want.

I had finished the work that the Imperial Guard Captain had given me. Clearing out a single nest of bandits. It hardly seemed important enough of a job to release a prisoner for, but I wasn’t complaining. Up until a few days ago, I had spent the last three months in Imperial jail cells. I had taken a job to kill some Dark Elf who was causing trouble. Turned out however, that he was actually the son of a very powerful nobleman. When the Dark Elf father found out of his son’s murder, he sent out a small army to track me down and have me fully impaled by Imperial law. And that was how I had ended up in Vvardenfell. The prison trip had been torture. Those Imperials didn’t like you if you weren’t a human or an elf. They had barely fed me the entire time. Ever since I had stepped foot in the Hlaalu run city though, I had been feasting to regain my strength. I no longer resembled the thin, gaunt, Suthay-Raht’s. I had recovered my broad, Cathay-Raht body. I still had of lot of muscle to rebuild, however.

Yes, the city of Suran was good, and there were few problems. As I rested in the House of Earthly Delights, however, with a meal and a skooma pipe, one of those problems walked in the door. It was Daric Bielle, a Breton mercenary. He walked in the room and to no surprise, was drunk. He hadn’t much cared for me ever since I had taken all the jobs from Avon Oran away. I turned my attention away from him, but that did little. He approached me anyway. “So, you’re still here, huh? Xighden? That’s your name, right? You just planning on sticking around and taking all the work, cat? Or are you going to see what you can steal and make your way out?” he asked me, with his hands down on my table.

“I am just here until tomorrow and then I’ll be leaving. And I won’t have to see the likes of Daric Bielle anymore,” I responded. He became angry.

“You Khajiit are all the same. You sneak in and take whatever you can, and then get hopped up on your sugar.” he aggressively proclaimed, knocking my skooma pipe off the table. A few patrons turned to see what was happening. I rose to my feet, and glared into the Breton’s eyes.

“First off, Cathay-Raht do not need to sneak. And about the sugar; I understand that the Breton prefers the drink, but it doesn’t need to break my pipe,” I said to him, as I walked much closer. I could have slashed out his throat so easily, but I refrained. “Perhaps the Breton should leave, before he gets himself in trouble.” I then growled deeply, baring my teeth. Daric may have been stupid, but he did have enough courage to take a swing at me. Whether it was the alcohol or not, his punch was wide and not a threat to me. I avoided it, and grabbed him. He was light, and I used my superior strength to lift him up and easily heft him across the room. The Breton drunkard stayed down. One of his friends, however, the Nord, Snorri, did not. The human rose to his feet and took a few steps towards me. We were the same height and about the same weight. At that moment, I lowered myself into a proper stance and prepared for a good fight.

“Hey! Cut that out!” Deselle yelled at us. The owner of the building was standing on the bar, and had a stern look on her face. “No more fighting in here! I’ve got a business to run.” Helvienne Deselle was a good person, and I liked her enough to respect her wishes. Snorri and I both took our seats, as Daric left the building. The patrons then turned their attention back to the girls dancing on stage. I left the establishment after a short while longer and returned to my temporary dwelling.

The Imperials had not made any effort to contact me, though frankly, I didn’t much care. I had mostly just been traveling around Tamriel, and I figured that Morrowind was as good of a place as any. I did however, have plans other than running errands for the local Hlaalu noble. I was going to Vivec, to join the ranks of the Vvardenfell Fighters Guild, and get back into my old profession. I could use a good bounty to get the vigor back in my system.

The following evening, I made my way out of Suran. I had decided to leave on foot. It was evening, and the sun had just set. I usually preferred to travel by night. Less cliff racers. As I stepped though the gates, however, I found myself being followed. It wasn’t just that I could hear them clunking around behind me, trying to sneak, I had even caught the human scent. As well as the scent of mazte. I continued walking a bit further out of town until I turned around and confronted them. It was Daric and Snorri, to no real surprise. It was dark, but that was no problem. All Khajiit had a good level of infravision.

“Leaving so soon? We haven’t even had a chance to say good-bye,” Daric sarcastically stated to me. His attempt at intimidation was unsuccessful though, and I did nothing, short of reaching for my battle axe. Daric looked surprised, but Snorri did not, and welcomed the confrontation by pulling out a battle axe of his own. While I was equipped with bonemold pauldrons, greaves, and a cuirass, he wore Nordic chainmail, and fur gloves. That was the good thing about Nords. They could always be counted on to give a demanding fight. Daric backed off, with his dagger in hand, and Snorri stepped forward.

“Xighden?” he asked.

“Yes.” I responded with a nod. He held out his arms, as if welcoming the fight, and bowed.

“Snorri,” he said, simply. I liked his battle ethic. It was probably quite intimidating for most.

At the same time, we both pulled up our heavy axes and swung at one another. There was a loud clash of steel. Recovering from the jolt, I reversed my direction and, with excellent speed, swung around to sweep him off his feet. He was more nimble than I had imagined, however, and had no problem hopping over my swing. He even added a swift kick to my face. I reeled from the strike, and became a bit more excited, and a bit more weary of my opponent. The next few minutes offered nothing less than sheer chaos. Our axes made contact more times than I could remember. There were several dodges, kicks, tackles, and leaps, although, neither of us landed a solid blow on the other. We stepped back, pausing momentarily, before engaging in our final attack. He rained down the edge of his Nordic weapon with an overhand chop. I raised the base of my weapon to block it. We stayed like that in a contest of pure strength for a few seconds, before I twisted his weapon away with the flat edge of my own. At that second I felt the calming, almost sad feeling of victory. I knew that I was in the position to make the final strike. All that was left was to finish it. And I did. From that twisting motion, I continued to spin around and with all my strength, finished the swing by slicing into the right side of his torso. My blade penetrated his chain mail armor and made a deep cut into his body. Not fatal, or as deep as I had predicted, but enough to bring him to the ground. Daric made no advances towards me, as Snorri lay bleeding on the ground. I backed away, and continued on to Vivec. The two of them were left to return to Suran. I hoped that I would encounter Snorri again. He was a good fighter.