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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When she arrived in the entryway of the well reputed hall, she could hear an odd noise coming from the top floor. None of the porters could be seen, which made the situation all the more peculiar, so she went to investigate the noise. It had been awhile since she had last spoken to the current guild leader, Modryn Oreyn, the master in her absence, but she thought she heard the distinct sound of his voice, murmuring kind words to a strange woman who was moaning in response, causing Gwen to stop in her tracks. She had heard of the dark elf’s reputation with women, how he was supposedly a very devoted lover, but she never imagined walking in on him “performing” such acts in the guild itself. She tip-toed back down the flight of stairs, thinking she would see if the porter was hiding out in the basement, hopefully practicing to pass the time while the master was at work in the bunks above.
            She slipped silently down the stairs, watching young imperial swinging away at the wooden dummy in the center of the arena. He was new to her, a fresh face but all members and races were welcome, as long as they had a clean record and were willing to learn. The smile she wore at seeing him diligently honing his skills faded, however, when she heard him grumbling as he attacked the dummy once more.
            “Master Oreyn, always getting the best of luck with women. I’ve been a guild member for a month now, and all I’ve done is clean and repair armor! I’m not some errant apprentice, why won’t they let me fight? How am I supposed to impress the ladies if I have no amazing stories to tell?” he called out to the air, finally letting his sword drop to his side as despair over his apparent “uselessness” washed over him. He whirled suddenly when he heard the soft footsteps behind him, thinking one of his guild mates had discovered him, and felt ashamed for the moment. When he realized it was a pretty dark elf, unfamiliar but wearing a very nice set of armor, he was taken aback, a look of shock on his face.
            “I’m sure Master Oreyn finds you most useful, as every porter for every guild chapter is an asset to his or her members. I’m sure there’s just nothing important enough to warrant sending anyone on a mission, that’s all,” Gwen said in a soothing tone to the imperial lad. She wasn’t feeling aroused at the moment, but that could change quite quickly depending on the situation. “You also shouldn’t get angry over not having a woman, it can lead to nasty results,” she finished smoothly, seeming to glide up to him as she moved closer.
            “I’m sorry, and you are?” the young man asked as she walked forward, taking in his tall figure. He knew there were a few members he hadn’t met from the Chorrol chapter, but he was sure he would have heard of the luscious dark elf from the Master himself.
            “I’m Gwen, a member here. I’m just waiting for Modryn to finish with his current audience in the bunk area, which is what you’re doing here also, I presume?” she asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at him. He was dressed in the same heavy plate armor that most guild members wore, his blonde hair matted from his energetic session. His features were modestly handsome, and he looked like he knew his way around a blade, when he wasn’t swinging frantically in frustration.
            “Oh, well, pleased to meet you, Gwen. I’m Calin Fulrose, porter for this guild. If you have any equipment that needs mending,” he motioned to the forge behind her, and she knew what he had been trained to say.
            “No, no, I tend my own items. You really shouldn’t feel so bitter though. Most of the excitement has died down since the Oblivion doors were closed,” she replied, trying to reassure him.
            “Yeah, I realize that, but I was hoping for a least a little action since joining up here.
There aren’t even any rat problems anymore!” he cried, exasperated. When she only giggled at him, he asked, “What’s so funny?”
            “You’re getting so upset over nothing being wrong, when I’m quite content to be able to ride the countryside once more without having to worry about daedra chasing me down the hillside. Not that Shadowmere and I don’t mind a bit action ourselves, but I do enjoy a little downtime once in awhile.”
            She saw realization of her identity dawn upon his face, and she smiled in spite of herself. “You’re the Champion aren’t you? And you’re a member, here of all places?! I thought you’d be in one of the fancier cities, like Cheydenhall or Skingrad, even Anvil, but Chorrol? This is a quaint town, but not a place I’d expect to find the Champion herself. I’m sorry you had to see me acting the way I was before,” he said sheepishly, looking at his boots.
            “It’s alright, I know men get frustrated once in awhile,” she replied congenially, eyeing him once more. He did have a nice build to him, but it wouldn’t do for her to fuck him without the man knowing that she was the true leader of the guild. Oreyn and she had thought it best to let him run things in the public eye, while she came in every so often to give orders on how to proceed. She did have to oversee the other guilds, after all. “I’m sure he’ll be done shortly. I do have some business to conduct with him. I was hoping to hold a training session with the newest members, see who’s up to snuff for missions at this point in time,” she said mildly, still looking him over.
            “Well, I won’t disappoint you, Champion. A few of the other members are out on errands today, but Mayhill and I will go a couple rounds with you, if you like. After you’re done with Master Oreyn,” he finished, hefting his steel long sword.
            “Mayhill? I don’t believe I’ve met him either,” Gwen replied, making a note to visit the guild more often to catch up on who had recently joined.
            “Oh, Paloni Mayhill, he’s a breton, a handy spell-sword in a pinch, but he excels in archery as well. Actually, he should be here by now,” Calin said, striding past her towards the basement door. It opened just as he was reaching for the handle, and a slightly older looking brunette male strode through, a confident smile on his face.
            “I know, I know, Calin, I’m late,” he greeted the taller imperial, not noticing the dark elf standing nearby. “But did you hear what’s going on up there? Master Oreyn is a little too busy to notice my tardiness today. No use in coming early if the Master’s a little occupied, eh? Looks like you got in some good practice though, Porter,” he goaded the younger man by putting emphasis on his title. He turned then after catching movement on his right side and, seeing it was a sexy little dark elf, focused his attention on the seeming “newcomer.” “And what have we here? A dunmer wishing to join our illustrious ranks?” he smiled charmingly at the girl, who only raised an eyebrow and barely suppressed the large bubble of laughter that rose in her at his attentions. She may be promiscuous now and then, but when a man came on to her, she sometimes found it hard to take him seriously.
            Calin tried to intervene, to tell Mayhill who the young woman was, but Gwen jumped in first. “Greetings, breton, I’m just here on business with Master Oreyn, and I was hoping to train with you boys today,” she replied with a smile. “My name’s Gwen, by the way, I’m a member here.”
            The older man blinked for a moment, puzzled as to why a new member would want to train with them, or why she would need to speak with their guild leader, but as he took in her armor and heard her name, he knew, as the imperial had, who she was. “Y-you’re the Champion of Cyrodiil! Oh, I apologize for my earlier—rudeness, miss,” he stuttered, babbling because he had made eyes at the hero of their realm. Gwen laughed and Calin looked embarrassed for his friend. “So, I assume you’ll be having a session with us once you’re finished with the—”
            “Gwen, you’re here! So good to see you. I thought I heard voices.” Mordryn Oreyn stood in the doorway to the basement practice area, beaming at the dark elf he held in such high esteem. “I had hoped you’d be by soon, we have some….details, that need to be discussed right away,” he said, striding over to the girl and leading her away from the two baffled young men.
            “It’s good to see you too, Modryn,” Gwen said as they made their way up to the top floor where the makeshift “office” was. As they passed the beds, the dunmer noticed a fellow dark elf female sleeping soundly at the far end of the room, a content smile on her lips. “So I took the right course of action in visiting the basement when I arrived,” Gwen smirked, nudging the older man playfully. “I thought I heard the sounds of your legendary lovemaking when I walked through the door. You should have a pep talk with your porter, though. He seems to think the guild is all about the glory, and women,” she explained as they took the last steps quietly up to the office.
            Modryn nodded solemnly with a look on his face that told Gwen he knew of the attitude she was talking about. “I’ll have a word with him, before you put them through your rigorous exercises. Then I shall tend to Milena, a most lovely woman I met while having a drink at the Oak and Crosier last night. She’s a delightful conversationalist, among other things,” he mused, thinking of the wonderful evening and erotic morning they had shared.
            “I’ll leave you to your sexual thoughts later, but right now we need to focus on the needs of the guild. And as usual, I propose placing our main attention on recruiting, and stepping up our contracts, since the members seem to be getting a little….bored,” she finished bluntly.
            “Yes, I agree, although the pickings are still going to be slim. We could get a few commissions from the local guards, since they’ve mentioned needing help after the ranks were thinned during the Oblivion Crisis, either through deserters or death. A lot of their members also have vacations coming up,” he smiled, thinking of the earnings they could rake in with that type of work.
            “Sounds like a plan, Modryn. Now, I think it’s time I tested out the new member’s skills,” Gwen winked at him. They both walked down to the basement, hoping to get in a good day’s worth of training.
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