Clementine… Not going
to allow that to happen.
I stepped
into the town, the village being known as Carne, if my memory served. Was just
a short distance from the tomb, but I was still getting used to my speed, so I
had somehow managed to pass it up once or twice, I imagine. Either way, I was
mindful to keep my mouth shut… I doubt anyone besides the farmer would actually
believe that someone would file their teeth and, considering he treated me
poorly despite thinking I was a noble, there was probably something wrong with
him.
Once I was
in the village, I tried to look around for a moment. “Hmm… I was right… A very
dull place…” Well, considering what location this was, I knew that such a fact
was to be temporary... Given a day or two. I simply stayed for a good while,
trying my best not to draw too much attention… Which was almost impossible
considering my attire and appearance. Silver hair, red eyes, teeth capable of
opening steel cans, and luxurious clothing with a weapon doesn’t exactly create
a sense of “fitting in” with these villagers.
During my
time here, they did get onto my rather frequently about it all… Mostly asking
if I was an albino after a while. Better than thinking I was something else
entirely. They were kind enough to give me a place to stay… mostly as long as I
helped around the village and stayed out of the sun for most of the day to
avoid extreme sunburns and damage to my eyes, even after I kept telling them
that I am not an albino, they simply ignored my statements and continued on as
if I had not said a single thing.
I was
mindful enough to at least inform Momonga of what was going on and, after a few
days and telling him to come down with a mask, I took my leave. I had bigger
fish to fry than the Slane Theocracy, so I went ahead to E-Rantel in search of
the adventurer’s guild that was present in that city.
After
searching for a few hours, once I had arrived with the aid of my speed, I moved
to take a small seat in the building. With a message spell, I informed Momonga
that I would be staying in the city… and then suggested to him that he should
take up the mantle of “Momon” and become an adventurer… He went along with it
after I informed him that it might be of use to do so, if he wanted to learn
more about the world. After he took care of those invading Carne, of course.
How I would have enjoyed showing the Slane Theocracy how wrong they are… but,
there are certain events that must come to pass.
It took
another few days, during of which I found a tavern that was apparently in my
name… Interesting, but nothing of true note. I allowed certain events to
transpire as best as I could, advising Momonga to do as the stories directed all
the way up to a very specific point.
When the
day came, I went to the alchemist’s shop that I knew that Clementine would
appear at a fairly opportune time. With a few talisman’s, I casted an improved
Silence and an improved Invisibility before simply sneaking in through the
window and waiting, completely unseen and unheard. Even if Clementine was
within the Realm of Heros, she was not the strongest person around and nowhere
near my point.
I waited
and waited… Eventually the party of adventurers came, I having waited in the
corner, simply staring at Clementine the entire time while she spoke to herself
about what heinous acts she was going to do to them. Even the Necromancer
arrived before the adventurers and the little alchemist that they were protecting.
If I interfered, it would alter one path… but, I did not want to see these
people harmed by this woman.
The air was silent except for the gentle taps of boots and little chatter as they stepped into the backroom, Clementine stepping up to greet them. I allowed them to chat, the Necromancer telling her not to play around as he came in behind them. That was my cue and, just as that psychotic wench was about to draw one of her stilettos, I burst forward, drawing my sword and bringing it down to parry her strike toward the blonde-haired ranger who took himself as a charmer. In doing so, I came into view, standing right between them and Clementine. I wasn’t even trying… Simply holding her daggers down with one hand on my sword. “Clementine… Khajiit… You’ve been up to some shady shit. You were going to kill those without any reason to die... I pronounce y-“ The Necromancer started to cast something and, to those watching it appeared as if I hadn’t moved, but the short sword (Yes, a short sword), that was sticking out of his ribcage said otherwise. I was even standing right in front of him, holding the hilt in place. “Allow me to finish…”
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