Unexpected Redemption in Bravil

[Snowfrost]

Bravil...A poor, run down city

Here the corrupted reign supreme, skooma addicts lie in the streets, and in corners you could see skooma sellers in plain daylight.

Here our story starts with the tale of a once honorable Nord, turned into a skooma addict due to the manipulations of his once Khajiit wife. Said wife had sold herself to a Bordello for more of her 'precious' skooma, he would remember when asked.

This once honorable Nord went by the name of Canderos Ordo of the Ordo Clan, here his tale of redemption starts with his entanglement and involvement with a certain Lord's scheming...

[Snowfrost]

Between the numerous bordellos, drug points, drug houses, and occasional rat infested streets, Canderos is seen walking at a pace slower than a snail.

His thoughts jumbled, incoherent, and above all slave to the drug known to the world as Skooma, a by product of refined Moon sugar. Loved by Khajiits, illegal in the empire, and deadly if used in massive quantities, otherwise known as a Skooma overdose, which usually left the victim braindead.

Canderos though had a innate feeling or hunger that stopped when satisfied, and that satisfaction let Canderos have some sort of peace in his mind...Until it started all over again...

[Snowfrost]

Up ahead Canderos, were thugs of the gang that dominated the street of Bravil. Now known as the Camona Tong, a former shadow of it's supposed 'glory' in the region known as Morrowind, it was mostly made up of Morrowind and local Dunmer, or Dark Elves if you will.

One of the thugs smirked as he saw Canderos lean against a wall, nodding to his 'captain' he walked up to Canderos. "How are you doing, you filthy Nord?" he sneered at the once noble Nord, "Fine, you louzy Dark Elf" Canderos retorted back. The thug infuriated, struck Canderos in his stomach, "Here you call us Dunmer, low life!!" and the Camona Tong thug proceeded to beat Canderos within a inch of his life.

[Snowfrost]

Canderos was laying face-down in the ground, for an indefinite amount of time. He came to, when he heard the pitter patter of feet, of those of a rat, and crawled to a nearby wall.

Canderos used his legs and hands to position himself, sitting against the wall, head to the sky. A person cloaked in dark clothing passed him by, head cloaked completely by a hood, and besides the figure was another person dressed in the same attire. He listened to the both figures footsteps as they walked, and concluded that one was male, the other female.

He grinned, he was still a Nord through and through. The cloaked male stopped and turned to him, Canderos looked at the male's golden piercing eyes.

He looked away, and so did the male, who resumed walking, the female looked briefly at him before resuming the trek.

The same thug who had beated him, approached the pair, and after a bit was thrown against the wall.

[Snowfrost]

The male approaced the thug, and grabbed him by the hair with one hand, causing the thug to yell. Thus everyone who was present or nearby were now watching, the male unsheathed a pure white dagger in complete contrast to his clothing.

And proceeded to almost kill the thug by slicing his neck, was it by the female who stopped him, whispering to him. Scoffing, the male eventually threw the thug against the wall, sheathed the Ivory dagger, and proceeded to beat the tar out of him.

After the beating, the male then grabbed the thug by the scruff of his clothes, whispered something to him, pointed to him and then to Canderos, and let the thug go.

The Thug then walked over to Canderos, to which Canderos saw the awful and horrific bruises over the Dark Elf's face, "I'm Sorry" he uttered through his mouth, which now resembled a monstrosity. Canderos had the audacity to ask, as the male and female figures walked away, "Who is he?", thus receiving the answer. "Schnee-Kälte"

[Snowfrost]

A few hours, Canderos found himself stalk-...walking, yes walking behind a good distance from the figure known as the "Schnee-Kälte" by the people of Bravil.

It was pretty easy to located him in the crowd, as there was no crowd as he passed, every person in the roads or streets upon he passed where backed to the wall.

Word traveled fast, especially in a city as low as Bravil. He had lost track of him, but not of the people backed up to the wall, so he followed that trail of people hugging building walls.

Something hauled him to a nearby alley, and he found himself looking down at the most cold, golden eyes he had ever seen in his life, his body unconsciously shivered at their piercing gaze.

"Why are you following me?" hissed Schnee-Kälte, Canderos found himself in a stump. Why had HE gone sta- walking a certain distance from him? Curiosity? Masochistic tendencies towards inevitable pain? Or just plain Stupidity? He would never know.

The female figure, was standing a distance from Schnee-Kälte, he heard her sighing, and walked up to Schnee-Kälte, putting her gloved hand on his left shoulder. He snapped his gaze towards her, she nodded, something unspoken was said in their gazes alone. Schnee-Kälte let him drop to the ground, "Your time is not yet here? So why do you pursue death?" he asked.

[Snowfrost]

"Death? Never thought about that" Canderos stated, he imagined that Schnee-Kälte had risen an eyebrow at that statement, seeing as he couldn't see his face. For his hood covered his face in shadow, even when was being holded at the rim of his shirt, above Schnee-Kälte. The only thing he saw was the cold, piercing golden eyes, he shivered again.

"Do you know who I AM? I'm the bringer of the unending Frost, Neverending Cold, and Death. My name is Schnee-Kälte" the pompous being said, 'Man he really thought himself a highly efficient killer, pompous and arrogant, a deadly combination...Against himself' thought Canderos.

As he shook his head mentally, not wanting to insult the being in front of him, he still had aspirations of the future, even if they were filled with inevitable and long hours of being trippy, high, retarted, and highly paranoid...Yes, even he would want the trippiness that Skooma brought if it let him live longer, something that he highly doubted. But hey, Life is random, you never know what your gonna get...For him at least.

[Snowfrost]

"Now tell me, and answer...WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?" Schnee-Kälte asked, stressing the question calmly. Canderos shrugged, "...I wouldn't know how to answer that question, due to the fact that even I don't know the answer to my actions" Canderos answered.

Imagining that Schnee-Kälte narrowing his eyes at him, proved to be rational, due to the next question. "What do you mean, you don't know?" he hissed, hefting him against the wall, "Are you toying with me, insignificant mortal?!" Schnee-Kälte hissed. The female sighed again, and Canderos imagined the Schnee-Kälte narrowed eyes lightened.

Schnee-Kälte let go of Canderos's grey tunic, "This is but a warning, pitiful mortal...Continue on this path and you will be involved in an eternal struggle, go back to your pitiful existence if you want to live" he warned as he turned and started walking deeper into the alleyway, with his female companion besides him.

Canderos being the man, and Nord that he was. Adventure, fighting, and battle was in his blood, so was his inherent eternal curiosity. And so he followed...Who said that curiosity killed the Nord?

[Snowfrost]

Schnee-Kälte, and his female companion were in front of the seediest, corrupted and dangerous pub in all of Bravil. 'Though it might be close to all of the land' thought Canderos as he followed the pair as they entered. Both bouncers at the doors, lay knocked out, resting against the wall.

As he entered the pub, he could scarcely see 4 feet in front of him, due to the lack of lighting. Someone could kill you, and everyone would just ignore your body, he shivered. He quickly gained on Schnee-Kälte and his female companion as they approached ; sadly to his knowledge, the unofficial ruler of Bravil.

The Unofficial ruler of Bravil was a Dark Elf, of the Camona Tong from the Morrowind Region named, Aesur Ilin. Fractured as the Camona Tong were, the ambitious and power hungry quickly established order when the fracture occured in its home region.

[Snowfrost]

Several Camona Tong Guards were guarding Aesur Ilin, several of them blocked Schnee-Kälte way to him. One actually raised his hand motioning to stop, Schnee-Kälte grabbed the fingers of the outstretched hand and crushed them in his fist, making the guard go on his knees from the pain.

Schnee-Kälte was still holding the guards broken fingers, and gripped tighter, making the guard scream in pain. The whole pub went silent, as the guard was screaming. Another guard went to aid his friend by trying to punch Schnee-Kälte in the face, but he dodged it. And back handed the guard with immense strength that a crack was heard as the guard went down on the floor, dead.

All of the guards tensed, and unsheathed their weapons, but with a bark of command from Aesur Ilin, they withheld and sheathed their weapons back. Schnee-Kälte eventually back handed the guard whose fingers he crushed, and the guard was on the floor, knocked out.

"You have come again?" hissed Aesur as he rose from his 'throne', and walked up to Schnee-Kälte. "Think that you can waltz in here, without so much of a possible repercussion" he snapped at Schnee-Kälte.

[Snowfrost]

"You have come again to MY city" Aesur stated, "After all you have done, why are you here?" he asked Schnee-Kälte. Who chuckled a bit, before Aesur grinned. "Just like old times, eh Big Brother?" Aesur said before slinging his right arm over Schnee-Kälte's shoulders.

Schnee-Kälte nodded, "Yes, little brother, it is just like old times" he said before bringing his hands up to remove his hood. Schnee-Kälte had brown hair, a pale white skin complexion, golden eyes, and a diagonal scar on his left cheek.

"What brings you to my city, Brother?" Aesur said as they walked to Aesur's throne. "Time...MY Time has come, little brother" he said as Aesur looked at him, his crimson red eyes widening, a look of surprise was on his dark colored skin. "The Time I told you about has come, my time has come to return to my creator" Schnee-Kälte said, Aesur's eyes lowered as he swiped at a rebellious crimson red lock, of his 'Mohawk'.

"W-who is this c-creator, that you talk about big brother?" Aesur stuttered, "I do not know of his name, but one of his companions does, currently traveling with me" Schnee-Kälte said motioning to his female companion who withdrew her hood.

She had black fur, with white patches on it; and the Bluest eyes Aesur had ever seen. "Greetings, Aesur. My name is Fera of the Ferranos, a companion of your brother and of his creator" she said with an angelic voice, it seemed to Aesur. "The identity of Schnee-Kälte's creator, is very simple...Have you heard of the Khajiit named Snowfrost? Yes, the one who decimated Bruma's guard/army contigence" she said as Aesur's eyes widened, and nodded. "His name is Mathelar, he is a Khajiit/Imperial hybrid, though if you look at him, he looks more like a Khajiit than Imperial" she continued, "And your dear brother is his Imperial aspect, given form, and released by the actions of an Imperial Noble called Eedgray" she continued, "We have come here for your help".

[Snowfrost]

Canderos was a few feet behind Fera, as he heard her introduction. 'Time? Creator? BROTHERS?!' thought Canderos as he overheard the ongoing conversation, 'Schnee-Kälte was right, I've gotten into something bigger than myself' he thought. "My help? Why would my brother need my help in som- Except for information...You need information only I can provide, Is it not?" asked Aesur as both Fera and Schnee-Kälte nodded.

"What kind of information do you require, big brother?" he asked him, "We need to find three people...A Khajiit Child, An Imperial Male, and a Male Khajiit" Schnee-Kälte answered. "And pray tell, brother, what need would your 'creator', need of these three including you, for?" Aesur asked, "There was an unfortunate...Incident, and unless I, and those three return to him...My creator, me, and those three we are looking for, will die" Schnee-Kälte said as Fera nodded.

"Schnee-Kälte's creator is in loyal, and safe hands...we were the only ones spared to search for those three" she said, "Well, since I'm doing this in my big brother's best interests, your information will come, tomorrow...BUT I will join your little adventure, I want to enjoy my big brother's last days with him" Aesur said, Schnee-Kälte smiled. "Agreed, little brother" he said, as Fera also nodded.

Canderos looked at the three, 'Going around looking for three people, to save someone...Ah, the thrill of adventure, I still have the Nord in me!' he though while smiling to himself. "Schnee-Kälte" he said, as the addressed turned to Canderos, "I also wish to join your adventure...I seek to redeem myself, and to rid myself of my Skooma addiction" Canderos said.

Schnee-Kälte looked at him, then after a few tense seconds nodded, he then grinned, "You may come with us, but seeing as you are dull, a Nord never forgets the basics...So, as we travel, you will be my student, for you to sharpen your dulled combat skills" Schnee-Kälte said, as Canderos shivered. He mentally prayed to the Gods, that he wouldn't die on the way...

[Snowfrost]

Later...

Canderos found himself in front of a bordello, he still remembered why he was here in the first place...

Flashback!!

Schnee had brought his hood up, as well as Fera before going outside, with Aesur and Canderos behind them. "Nord, where is your armor and weapons?" Schnee asked Canderos, who looked at the ground, murmuring. "What was that Nord? I couldn't hear, speak up!" Schnee yelled, "Sold, by my ex-wife to buy more skooma," he said low as he brought his eyes to Schnee.

Schnee snorted, "Typical," he murmured. "And pray tell, where is your 'ex-wife' now?" he asked, "In a bordello, why do you ask?".

Schnee grinned in the darkness of his hood, "We're going to pay her a social visit" he said as Aesur rolled his eyes...

End Flashback!!

And now the group found themselves in front of said bordello, Canderos approached the bouncer. "Excuse me, is Ianesy here?" he asked, the bouncer nodded, and stepped aside, granting them passage to the bordello.

The group entered the bordello and were greeted by its owner, a skinny, balding, middle-aged man. "Welcome Travelers!!" he greeted, "Have you come here for our entertainment or our just to relax drinking our spirits*?" the man asked them. "We come looking for a Khajiit named Ianesy" said Schnee, as the man's eyes widened, murmuring "Schnee-Kälte" a couple of times.

"A-And why do you seek her, honored guest?" the man asked, "We come seeking information from her" said Aesur, as the man almost fainted from the shock. "Right this way, honored guests!!" the man yelled as he led them to Ianesy immediately.

((*- in old times, mainly the medieval ages, beer wasn't called beer, they were called spirits because they thought spirits inhabited the drinks, hence causing drunkedness, and the dreaded hangover))

[Snowfrost]

Canderos looked on at his ex-wife in the floor.

They had found her writhing in the floor, not in pain, but in pleasure. Canderos started to explain about Khajiit's and their affinity to taking Moon Sugar.

Moon Sugar is believed to be "crystallized moonlight" by the Khajiit, trapped in the glimmering waters of the Topal Sea and washed to the sugarcane groves of the Tenmar by the tides, under the guidance of Hermorah. By partaking of the sugar, the Khajiit believe they are consuming, in part, a small portion of the twin gods' - Jone and Jode - eternal souls.

This knowledge, along with the natural narcotic effects of Moon Sugar, drives the Khajiit into fits of ecstasy and abandon, leaving the streets of Elsweyr's major cities full of catmen shivering in the grip of sugar-fits.

A particularly potent derivative of Moon Sugar, known as skooma, is often smoked through a water-pipe, inducing upon the Khajiit wild bursts of passion greater than that experienced from raw Moon Sugar; however, the use of skooma leaves its victims addicted for life, and in constant, alternating states of euphoria and lethargy.

Nevertheless, Moon Sugar is a daily part of Khajiit life, as well as comprising the chief export of Elsweyr, smuggled out in vast quantities of both raw and refined forms.

"So, this is a daily part of their lives?" asked Aesur, "Sadly, yes" Canderos answered. The owner of the bordello had left them, retiring to his quarters, probably to faint from the shock of meeting Aesur and Schnee.

"Ianesy?" asked Canderos as she had stopped writhing and started getting up, her back to them. "Yes?" she asked as she turned around, her eye lids heavy with lethargy. Recognizing Canderos, she walked towards him.

She wore a conservative light blue robe, a bit tussled due to writhing on the floor earlier. She had green eyes, light orange fur, and long braided brown hair. Her tail was swinging from side to side, black blending gradually with her orange fur on the tip of her tail.

"Hmmm" she hummed as she rubbed her cheek against his, "Mate Canderos, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Feeling uncomfortable but resigning himself either way, 'Crazy Khajiit' he thought to himself, as she started licking his cheek, whilst murmuring "Tasty". "I'm here to ask you a question" he said as she positioned her face in the cranny of his neck, and started to nibble on his neck.

Eye twitching, and feeling seriously uncomfortable, he had company with him and she was doing THAT, resigning himself yet again he asked his question, "Where was the place where you sold my armor, and weapons?"

"Hmm...I sold them to your Breton friend, the one named Askol" she said as resumed rubbing her cheek against his.

Aesur stifled a bark of laughter, Canderos tightened his fist in indignant anger, and Aesur stifled another bark of laughter with his hands, failing miserably.

Grinning he excused himself out of the room, when he was out of the room, you could clearly hear his rancorous laughter, as Canderos glared angrily at the door.

[Snowfrost]

Schnee-Kälte, Fera, Canderos and Aesur were walking down the road, towards Askol's shop/home. "So...Fera, seeing as you were the probable one in tracking my big brother down...Can you tell me about Snowfrost" Aesur asked as he motioned towards Schnee-Kälte.

"Might as well, seeing as you and Canderos will be traveling with us" she said.

"Snowfrost; as you know him by is the son of an Imperial noble, Irstythay orfay Eedgray. His mother was Eedgray's slave, a Khajiit by the name of Lahji. Mathelar is his true name; Snowfrost is just a nickname he gave himself when he committed the massacre to which he's infamous for, in all of Cyrodiil.

Mathelar is a good hearted person, who has lived a hard life. I met him when he was saving my kind, the Ferranos, from slavery inside Eedgray's mines. He has been dealt horrible, and atrocious blows, some that happened just a few months ago.

I don't know much about him, but I pledged loyalty to him when he saved me without asking anything in return. Hence why I am trying to save him" Fera finished, as Aesur slowly nodded.

"I see, but so this Mathelar needs my brother and three more aspects of himself to survive?" asked Aesur as Fera nodded.

A black robed figure appeared next to Aesur, carrying in its arms a young Khajiit child. "I have found the one you described to me, master. Where do you want me to leave him?" asked the figure, as Aesur contemplated. "Where is the place that my brother's 'creator' resides in, Fera?" he asked her, "Tell it to him, and he'll take this child directly to him" he added.

Fera nodded and whispered into the robed figures ear, who nodded and disappeared with the child. "Who was that man?" she asked Aesur, who grinned, "That man, is one of my best men...There's no one else who can kill as he can except my brother...Hence his name, Shadow."

The group halted in front of a decrepit store, Canderos saw his old friend sweeping away dirt outside from the inside of his store.

Askol turned his ancient gaze from the floor to his much younger old friend, signs of recognition lighted in his eyes. "Ah, Canderos, haven't seen you in a long time friend" he said, as he shuffled forward towards him. Canderos nodded, "It has, Askol, yes it has" he said smiling.