Ignem Tristitia (An Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Prequel) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four - Exploring the Legionnaire

I was sitting on the bed in my cabin, staring at the ceiling. My room could use some customization. I should go see if I can get something.

I stood up and walked over to the desk, opening every drawer. No paper. What good is a desk without paper or utensils?

I needed to go visit Veezare. It was time I got some weapons.

I rose from the chair and walked out the door. Veezare's room is the third one on the left. Mine was the fourth on the right. He was a weapons hoarder, so I might get something. Besides, I needed weapons for this.

I knocked on his door twice.

"Come," he said, his voice muffled.

I entered the room. He was sitting on the floor with a dagger in his pillow.

"Um," I said, confused.

He raised an eyebrow at me, like he didn't know why I was confused. Then he realized.

"Oh, the pillow!" He said laughing. "I was going to hide a weapon inside of it, in case we get raided or something."

"Why are you in the floor?" I asked.

"I honestly have no idea," he said, looking around.

He stood up and exhaled.

"Do you want something?" He asked.

"Oh, right," I said. "I came to ask if you had any weapons I can use."

"Oh, I forgot you didn't have any," he said with a smirk.

That wasn't entirely true. I had my old longbow.

"Well, take your pick," he said, pulling a huge chest full of weapons out from underneath his bed. There were so many different styles and types to choose from.

Amongst the crowded jumble of weapons, one bow particularly caught my eye. It was a deep black shade of ebony, glowing blood-red from many indents. Several spikes protruded from the bow, and the tips curved backwards.

"What's that one?" I asked, picking it up.

At first it was really heavy, but after I held it for a few seconds, it felt like it was barely there.

"Excellent choice," Veezare said. "It's daedric. Very rare. One of the most difficult weapon types to come by, especially true for bows. This one will not disappoint."

He gave me the quiver and several arrows. I said thank you and left, amazed that he let me keep such a rare weapon.

I took it back into my room, where I hung it on my archers' rack. It was beautiful, sparkling, but dark. Like a ruby soaked in blood.

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I decided I needed to go above deck. It gets stuffy below deck.

As I arrived above deck, I caught glimpse of Elsweyr's horizon we'd just left. It was beautiful, even if half the province was a desert wasteland. Valenwood was barely visible. You had to squint your eyes, and even then you could only see a foggy outline. We had to curve all the way around Valenwood to get to Southpoint, where Mauuel Risrey was. That's a lot of ocean. Still, I'd rather see the vast, blue sea than the ugly, barren desert.

"S'Drassa!" someone hissed.

I whipped around to see who it was. I didn't see anyone.

"S'Drassa!"

Again, the whisper. Who and where is the voice coming from?

"S'Drassa, over here!" the voice is coming from below deck.