The Argonian Maid?...Nope!

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~Daaaamn...did that horse run me over? ~ That is the first thing what comes to my mind, my head pulsing painfully as I sit up in a…graveyard!?
~How..what..how did I get here? ~ rubbing my forehead, pressing with the fingertips to ease the pounding ache there, I look around.
“Where am I?” murmering aloud. Hm, the small huts and the white,expensive looking wall..no..these are the structures of the port not just a wall.
Now I need the pressure of both of my hands to ease the pain which spreads through my skull.
Sundown is a small tempering on my oversensitive eyes, but I still need to squint my eyes or that hellish headache punishes me worse.
There was something important…something really important which is now nagging me, but I can not remember..

~Where´s my stuff? ~ the headache forgotten for a moment as I frantically flay around, looking for my things but everything is gone.
All the things I had collected…a short wail is the only sound I can create in my distress, totally gracefully landing on my butt as the dark truth sinks in.
~ Just not fair, not fair~ rubbing and pinching my head because now I really think that it would explode without enough pressure.
“I totally was robbed…” still unbelieving, a short hard and pitifull laughter bubbling up in my throat.
If I would just know how I got here, but noooooo…just nothing for the stinky, ugly lizard, not even memory.
Don´t we just all loooove our sarcastic inner voice?
Falling sideways so to not to squash my tail I curl up on myself, feeling a bit better in this position, warm and safe.
But then something is uncomfortable..my moneybag as a hard lump in my side. ~ Can´t I have the last bit of comfort? ~ angry because the deities play the worst jokes on me.
…
~My moneybag? ~
...

~Hold on...my moneybag? ~

Very, very slow and wary i sit up, waiting for something worse to happen..again..patting my sides.
~ Since when do i have two moneybags? ~ face scrunched up in thinking, raising an eyebrow as i look to the side and down, petting the purse and then turning to the other one which looks just the same..so innocent.
~ Ok when someone robbed me why was my moneybag not taken and now i have two? ~
They even feel the same,squeezing, something hard like a handfull of coins moving inside.
But the other pouch looks shiny and new.
Carefully unfasten it i lower the bag on the ground. Still looking the same, nothing moves inside as i poke it with a claw.
The smooth felt...yes it feels a bit different then the worn moneypouch i still have tied at my belt.
I poke a bit harder, but nothing reacts and i realise that my claw does not even sink a tiny bit in the cloth..and i push, trying to slice it. Nope..nothing..not the tiniest hole or a loose thread.
~ Can felt even have loose threads? ~

Curiosity kills the khajiit...hopefully not the argonian as i loosen the cordon carefully.

No one can guarantee me that nothing may jump out of the bag anytime while i open it..but maybe i am just paranoid.
As the cord is loose i pause, poking the bag again.
~I bet that would make a funny picture if someone was watching me...~ and with this thought my head darts up and i look around again.
At least the humilation of someone witnessing my odd behaviour did not happen...for now.

~Ok, poking did nothing...maybe... ~ gingerly i pick the bag up so it dangels upside down.
Bobbing my head, letting it fall from one side to the other and a surprised chirp later after nothing came out...i start wildly shaking it.
There IS something inside, i felt it and ...than it starts pouring out like someone busted a water bag.
Squeeking i fling the bag away from me which does not stop the process it is in and my jaw hits the ground, starring dumbfounded as all my belongings fall, roll, pour out of the strange purse.

The rusty sword i had found is half stuck in the folds of the cloth, so innocent laying on the ground.
Making smacking sounds as i remember to close my mouth, remoistering my now dry tongue... ~How long did i stare at that thing? ~
Yeah if someone had been watching me, that one would defenitely now lay on the floor, laughing his tail of, or hers.
And again i am caught in a line of carefull movements, picking up a shirt, twisting and turning it until i am sure that this is really my shirt ...ok the shirt i ‘found’...and not a trick from some strange spirit.

Still leery i pick of the clothes, the flasks and put them aside before i pull the short sword out of the bag, refastening it at my belt and then, scratching together the crumbs of my courage in a pile, i dig my hand, no my whole arm into the bag.
Wriggling my fingers, moving the arm around...how big is that thing and there is nothing inside.
I try to look inside but it is totally dark in there. Normally i should feel the felt but..nothing than air, still trying to grab something.
~Ok that explains where my belongings went but not where the pouch came from or why i have it... ~

But then my fingers close around a scroll, paper scrunching as i hold it tight and pull it out of the bag.
~ Did i have a scroll... ~ a look back at the pile with my stuff, some scrolls lying there ~Yeah i had some scrolls... ~
This one just has a strange..ok..STRANGER ...glow around it as i unroll the paper.


Thank you my friend,thought you could use the bottomless bag.
Be careful, it can hold nearly anything, but you can not.

~ Yeah that was so informative.. ~ annoyed i gather my things, but as i put them in the bag i can not stop the grin which spreads over my face.
Such a small bag and when i drop something..swoosh and it is gone.
I even giggle a bit, maybe it is just the stress, who knows..but i think that this is funny.
But as the last of my belongings has dropped into the bag my face scrunches up again.
~ Need i to empty the bad every time i need something from it? Hm, could use something to eat..damn..i hope that nothing gets damaged.. ~
Digging in the bag...i find nothing..and my eyes get wide ~ My fooooood..no...come back~
And as my thoughts flock around the single need of food..my hand catches something.
Bag forgotten for the moment i happily munch the apple which i...’found’ earlier.
~Ah that´s so much better~
As i try again, thinking about one of the pink glowing flasks, i find it..only the flask and nothing else in the bag.
At least now i know how the bag works and my worries cease.
So much possibilities are open to me, i can get so many things without the need to think how to carry and store them best. My mood is heavenly.
But it seems with heavenly moods there comes Sheogorath...and in a sense of sillyness i grab the bag, smashing it against a nearby tree, on a boulder and then drop it on the ground before jumping up and down on it, chuggling.

Thinking about the glass flasks, the fine paper scrolls which now had to be soiled, broken and totally destroyed, i dig into the bag, pulling out the whole glass, the perfect scrolls.... ~Aaaah...wonderfull. ~
And then i sigh, looking angrily at the bag, pushing the things back inside.
~Duuuh...why did i do that? ~

Still shaking my head as the bag is again where it belongs, the note gets one last glance before i shred it, throwing the pieces into the lake.
Nothing left to do..oh wait..the damn wood elf.
Maybe i can fulfill my task tonight...even if i seem to be a bit late.
But my curiosity is killing me sooner or later if i am not carefull, because as i walk by one of the shacks i see torchlight in the small yard behind the house and...as if i had nothing else to do jump over the wall.
Luck is really not on my side because my foot is caught at the wall and i can not even land flat on the ground.
I hear someone chuckle as i lay upside down in a heap, my body obscuring my sight as my head is pressed uncomfortably against the wall behind me.

“So everyones here?” i hear someone male say as i struggle to roll around and get up, a bit more embaressed as i catch sight of my audience.
“Mh yes i am here..” i murmur, stepping aside and not knowing what to say.
Ok why did i jump over the wall? Another stupid action.
~Oh that argonian sure looks dumb~ checking the unfriendly conspecific which swears through clamped teeth because i seem to be competition, for what i do not know...yet.
Something in his face tells me that he is a bit dimwitted...or maybe it is the smell which screams at me to get away as fast as possible and mate with a guar to get better offspring than with that masterpiece of maleness.
~Oh...where have i been? Damn, now i missed half of the talk... ~


~Wait what...did he say... thieves guild? ~ lucky me, i can join the thieves guild..oh joy.
As if i had not enough problems but..as i give it a second thought it does not sound to bad.

~What did i miss now? ~ I sneer at the woman which brags at me that she will find the book and gets to join the thieves guild. I do not like her and do not know why but...i just do not like her. And i did not even get their names.

But i know that i have to get a book to join the guild.
Amantius Allectus..where did i hear that name? Already the woman jogs away, my fellow argonian hisses at me and walks slowly away.
But the woman seems to know where to go, I don´t.
As I ponder to run after her I am tugged aside and the beggar I met here before is giving me the needed information.
“Temple district, you can not miss it, just follow the right wall and through the small snicket. Use your legs..all of them”
And just like that he shuffles away.

It is not much what I got, but with one thing the beggar is right…as I go down on all fours, racing after the woman, the typical excitement fills me. Running on all fours is nearly as much fun as swimming.
Did I mention how I love my claws, digging between the stones in the ground, scraping above the plaster and giving me hold in the tiniest of irregularities.
She is not so lucky, the stones are smoothed by thousands of feet which treaded it and even with her elven grace, one who knows the sign, sees that she has trouble not to slip, running not as fast as she could.

A purr is rumbling through me, followed by a hiss as I shoot ahead, my tail twitching…

A scream, a splash and a colourfull curse following my action as I hiss amused, never stop running, only as I reach the gates and have try to walk with some dignity until it falls shut and I race through the tunnel, a tight fit as I skirr through the gate after an other townsman, not willing to stand again, push the door open as by a hair I can prevent my tail getting hurt by the heavy mechanismn.
“Oh..oh my…this woman..this horrible wood elf” making me seem to be shocked, angsty…maybe even horrified, brushing away invisible sweat from my brow.
“No one can trust this wood elf, she said she would skin me, kill me..oh by the gods..these..horrors..” and I stumble away, looking back now and then, starring disturbed at the gate until I vanish into the small street and shake with silent laughter. The look on the face of the dweller and the guard was priceless…but now i…
~ Here it is…how nice~ it is really nice that all the doors have plates with the name of the resident on it.

~Look left, look right..look around..duck duck.. ~ one of my claws falls victim to the lock, but with the strange piece of wire I found I can open the door.
Hastily I open drawers, mop the crockery from the table directly into my bag, stuff everything I can find which may be of some value into my new, shiny bottomless bag and there, there is also the diary.
But again I can not dwell my curiosity and open the cellar..even when the blood I see there on the floor nearly makes me walk back from where I came.

But there is a trap door..and…oh…my curiosity is so hungry, have to feed it now!
The diary in my claws comes to my mind and everyone else may whack me over the head for my behaviour.
I can not stop, turning pages and finding at least some answers why there is blood and what ended everything.Absorbed into the diary I forget where I am,..and then…
The front door opens, I just hear it slam shut ..my way back is no longer an option so I open the trap door and climb down the ladder as the stench of the sewer is hitting me square in my poor, poor nose, making me loose my grip and nearly sliding down which would have made an unpleasant landing.

“Oooh why…” I whine easing me down the ladder and my nose into accepting the smell as I breath through my mouth and gag.
~Good that I did not eat much before that adventure.~
Smacking me in the face, rubbing my nose ~Dark…too dark~ why did I forget that I would not be able to see anything, or at least not much because it was night and I would not even have the meager sunlight filtering through the holes in the roof.
Blind I begin fumbling through my new ‘toy’. Luck is with me once again. A half burnt torch but better than nothing and if I hurry it should be enough.
Stumbling blindly through the canalisation after the torch burnt to nothing was not an idea I liked.
After a couple of failed tries I now have a bit of light and the burning tar and wood even improved the smell.

~Hm, broken boxes, a barrel..a dead crab? Yup, defenitely dead *pokie pokie*~
Drawing my sword, inspecting the boxes and the crab I jump over the water, digging my claws into the slime stone under my feet, tiptoeing through the passage.
Nothing…there is nothing. Nice for me but there is this creepy feeling I can not shake of.
My paranoia again?
The doors do not open, but the handgear opens a flood gate…and my head drops again with a whine.
Swallowing this foul liquid is not on the list of things I would like to do. But the high level makes it difficult to keep my head above the water.
~Disgusting-gusting-gusting..waagh…nonono no waves… keep the movement down…stop breathing~
The time I need to swim through the tunnel, mere seconds but for me an eternity.
As fast as I can I climb out of the water, shacking myself as dry as possible, still dirty, slimy.

The following chambers are boring. My heart pounds, I am nervous no matter if there is something alive or not because there could be something when I round the corner…and this ‘what if’ is what makes my nerves so brittle.

After the next ‘tunnel adventure’ I see something in the water…a treasure chest, locked.
Grinning I raise my sword, smashing the wood which became spongy during the time it was in the water. But then I am not too happy…because I nearly get some of the sewage into my nostrils as I lower myself and hook the sword through one of the grips and pull it carefully to the steps so I can hoist it out of the water.
As I reach through the gashes I find some trinket…not bad.
But I really have enough of the smell…and no exit in sight.

~Empty…empty…nothing..yuck…~ liquid dripping from above but there are stairs leading up..and dead rats.
Deep gashes like from a sword or claws. Less work for me but who knows if the guy is friendly…I will not wait here to find it out, but here on top of the stairs is just another tunnel.
~ Jolly, another set of slippery, slime stairs at the end of the tunnel instead of light. Does anyone ever clean here? ~
Something is brushing against me and only a tick later a crash makes me jump half through the room, pressing my back against the wall as my heart tries to leave my body through my ears.
~Holy Deadroth shit…I lost my torch ~
And it is illuminating a creepy sight. Distorted, strange coloured limbs..a too rotten body to tell what it was..but the eyes. The eyes are the most horrific sight…still white and …wide…mock life flickering in them because of the flames from my torch.

Shaking I grab the torch ~ Not much left..not much..gods let me out of here ~ fleeing into the next room. How much I hate my poor sight. But I am too far away from where I went down here to retreat now.

‘SWUP’

The torch is rolling away, out of my reach as my foot is caught on something, and the contact with the ground makes me dizzy, the headache returns as my teeth rattle because of the force.
But the dizzines is wiped away pretty fast as the thing I stumbled over is grabbing ma ankle and drags me back, wherever back is.
A shrill squeek bounces from the walls as I try to get away, claws loosing grip.
~My sword oh damn my sword…where is my sword~
Somewhere where I can not see or reach it.
I howl as I feel something glide up my leg, more of whatever it is coiling around my limps until I am lifted from the ground, hanging upside down .
“HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A SKAMP!”
Instinctively I start clawing at the tentacles, hissing and spitting as I am brought near a maze of moving snake like things.
Some of the tentacles, the smaller one loose grip, are severed and fall to the ground but whatever it is,is using a thicker limb, squeezing warningly but without any sound.
This is what creeps me even more out..not a single hiss, a shout, not a roar as my claws slice deep into the fibrilliar texture and liquid oozes out.

Squeeking I struggle even more frantic than before as the deep gashes heal before my eyes and it does not look like as if this thing is the last bit hindered by me.
There is only so much light…just enough to make this beast more horrible.
As a limb darts out of the moving lump which is stuck to the wall, I scream.
Never ever have I seen something like this..drooling…distinctly human features but with jaws opening beyond anything physical possible.
My body reacts before I can, striking the blob which seems to be the head of the creature, clawing at it with hands and feet, ducking to the side and then striking myself.

My teeth sink in the side of its face, hissing totally beyond higher thoughts, reacting like the wild animal in the trap, just like one of my kind would in the marsh if attacked and without weapons.
No bones, only a tougher, leathery structure..and then the monster drops me, soundless howling, jaws open wide and tentacles flaying in pain.

The seconds which flow by are gone fast, but enough for me to realise how the beast tastes.
Blood…and I see that I am also bleeding, small wounds like needle pins, droplets of blood on my feathers. Wounds where the tentacles took hold, but no pain.
But there is also the taste of fresh, green juice beneath the blood, summer wine, luscious leaves.


This beast has no eyes, but it looks like as if it is watching me, unsure now that I am silent, not screaming and…had a taste of it.

As the creature attacks, vines twitching in my direction and trying to immobilize me I jump aside, rolling and trying to dodge them.
A sharp pain in my hand is drawing me back and I feel the steel of my lost word, looking aside to grab it, a moment which the creature uses to grab me. But now where I have lost my fear, at least a bit, I am much faster and secure of my actions.

With everything I have left I punch the blade into the body, or at least I hope there is a body beneath the area where the head is.
And the following pain makes me believe that I have striked at something important, or maybe the beast is just horrified that its prey is fighting back so much, its tentacles squeezing until I fear my arm may fall off.
Bristling feathers, screeching that glass may break I lie all my weight on the sword, pushing it down and slicing deeper, liquid gushing out.
I would laugh if I could as the creature now tries to shake me into unconsciousness, making even more damage because I hold on to the blade, slicing left and right, stabbing it back in.

No idea how I came to sit at the wall across from the beast, world spinning and my blade broken, the torch …damn..there are the last flickers.

A squelching sound as the creature is seperating from the wall, more tentacles coming loose from between the bricks.
I feel like having been chomped and spit out, but the beast does not look much better, liquid still leaving the body in a steady stream. Seems I really have damaged something big, whatever it was.

Shakely I stand up as the tentacles scrap at the ground near my feet and the monster raises its ugly head, opening its mouth wide, glistening needles in there, maybe even down the throath.

And now as the flames die down I see that smaller needles seem to move in and out of the skin, seeking my blood which droped on the ground, seeking its own lost fluids.
Then it shudders, tentacles slashing through the air as the limbs have made contact with the hot remains of the torch.
Seems like it has some senses to see heat…a bit unnerved maybe.

“You are the ugliest kind of salad I´ve ever seen” licking the juice from my mouth and claws.
And while the beast is still shaking, extremly sensitive to fire as it looks, I jump..running and slamming into the main body, digging my claws into it.
“Well…” and I grin feral “..you are screwed,..i am a herbivore”
Claws made for peeling of bark, cutting leaves from twigs and slicing vines…I am in my element now that I know my enemy.

It is just a bit like the flesh eating plants I know from the marsh..even if I can not remember clearly, digging deep between the fibres which move the body, work as muscles and tendons.
In a high curve the head like limb is flying, bumping against the wall, but I do not even spend one glance for it, still sliceing through the body, ignoring the tentacles which try to drag me away, uncoordinated, weaker now.

Deep in there, hidden in the body is the real brain…the head only with enough own intelligence to attack and feed, a strange tongue and throat..but here is the real head.
Cowering over the mutilated body I peel some more layers away…now the tentacles mostly limp.

At least one god or godess seems to like me, as I stabbed the beast, I injured the real head. A hard lump.
The sound with which I pull the thing free, disgusting wet, gooey to my ears, small tentacles, roots?
Now the big body lays still while I hold the thing in my claws. A hard shell with a crack where the sword pierced it…and I hiss as the roots shot into my arm, even now trying to fight, aggressive, blood thirsty.
“Time for a snack” and then it is me who is opening jaws wide, clamping down at the nutshell like hull, biting and cracking it just like any other big nut my species has as a food source.

Not really a nut, but the hull is just as hard and the inside…”Oh my…” I moan, absolutely mesmerized by the taste. Rich, nutty..fatty and this distinct flavour of cripsy greens. Chomping down, burrying my face in the quivering remains of what was once a wrong gone experiment I have my fill.
The slight odour of blood is soon lost, or at least I taste it not any longer, digging the roots out of my arm as the creature ceases to exist. My…even the roots taste very good, not even a bit woodlike.
Normally I would never ever think about eating down here in the canalisation but after the fight I am so damn hungry and still a bit angry that this thing wanted to have me as a midnightsnack.

Later as I lie in the pile of lifeless vines, a bit drunk I guess from the strange liquid which the creature had as something similar as I have blood, burping. Mh, the juicy main body really was worth it.
Is it ironic to say that I have never tasted anything better…because I still have amnesia?
The body emptied like a melon, the juicie innards mostly eaten and I am a mess, sticky from the liquids, pieces of the flesh stuck to my feathers.

Not even the smell can bother me now, curling up, pulling the vines around me I am surrounded by the odour of jungle.
Oh why not, it is in the middle of the night, my torch gone and I have no interest to stumble around blind…slow because of my overfull stomach.
Who would find me here?
And soon soft snorring, chirping sounds sail through the air as i dream about better times.