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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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The announcer declared her the winner and her fans cheered for their champion as she left the field, going to the basin at the bottom of the stairs to recover. She made the quick trip to the battle matron for her earnings, as was customary, feeling sick to her stomach as she accepted the money. She would have to ask the officials where they had acquired such a beast. She only had so much time before the body would be disposed of, so she jogged quickly to the cages where the animals were kept. The underground area was mostly empty, except for the few residents that fought alongside their human teammates for larger matches. They were well cared for, each team spending a considerable amount of money to keep them healthy and battle ready.
      She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally reached the bottom of the ramp where Minotaur’s body was just being carried down. He had already lost a lot of blood from his earlier wounds, so she would have to take him to a safe place to heal quickly. She would need to use her magic, she knew.
      “Excuse me gentlemen,” Gwen said, strolling up to them as they roughly dropped the body to the floor. She thought for a moment that she could hear a small intake of breath as the minotaur’s body hit the ground, but hoped the other two did not have her excellent hearing. One was an older redguard, the other a younger khajit who usually fought rounds in his free time for extra money. “I was wondering if I could have the body of my last opponent, since he actually gave me a challenge out there in the ring, instead of letting him get disposed of like all the others.” She knew their type and didn’t think they’d mind if she took the extra work off their hands.
      “You could have my body, dunmerrrr,” the khajit said, eyeing her bosom and growling low in his throat, “ but I don’t think you could ever take me in a match.” The redguard laughed obnoxiously at the khajit’s remark, which, Gwen thought, was wrong on so many different levels.
      She pushed the thought out of her mind, and told them again what she wanted. “I would like to pay respects to a worthy opponent by giving him a proper burial, something you two would know nothing about,” she growled, using a bit of her magic to make them feel weary of her.
      “Oh yeah, we wouldn’t know anything about worthy opponents,” the redguard grinned. “We haven’t had any of those in a real long time.” He laughed obnoxiously again and Gwen had a hard time reigning in her temper.
      “I’m taking this body and leaving, got it? If you have a problem take it up with my manager. And if she has a problem with you, you know you’ll have to deal with my old boss, and the one who controls your current pay,” she said icily, knowing they were there only for the money. She had used the Arena to gain money too, but was able to cope with the sport because the opponents she fought were in it for the same thing, or worse, as some just enjoyed hurting people. This Minotaur, however, was different, and she had to find out why.
      The two finally left her alone, swearing and cursing on their way out, but she ignored them, concentrating her strength and energy on getting the beast to the connecting sewers, which would give them some privacy. Dragging the body was no easy task, and he left streaks of blood that would lead anyone straight to their destination. She hefted him off the floor, barely, holding the bleeding areas so that the trail ended yards before the door to the connected underground tunnels.
      She breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her. She cast light on the minotaur,
bending over him to examine the wound she had so carefully made not fifteen minutes before. It was deep, but mendable, so she set to work casting a healing spell to restore the lost blood and repair the tissue damage. She felt more than heard the beast groan and try to roll over, but she put a hand on his wide chest, stopping him.
      “Is it-is it safe, dunmer?” he asked weakly, trying to look at her, his head feeling hazy.
      “Yes,” Gwen said, tears in her eyes for the pain she had caused him, “it is safe now. I’m healing you, so lie still. It will take a few moments to fully repair the damage, but you’ll be feeling better soon. I’ve never had to heal a minotaur before though, so bear with me,” she finished, trying to smile at him.
      “Thank you, dunmer,” the large creature said, his words coming out as a rumble.
      “Gwen,” the woman said. “My name is Gwen.”
      “Thank you, Gwen,” the beast responded, trying to pronounce her name correctly.
      “What are you called, aside from Minotaur,” the dunmer thief asked as she watched her spell go to work on the dagger wound in his arm.
      “I am Rowan, warrior of my tribe. We live in the mountains far east of here, between Cyrodiil and Resdayn,” he replied, using the dunmer name for her native country, instead of the Imperial name of Morrowind, which she was still getting used to. She hadn’t heard anyone call the land to the east “Resdayn” in quite some time.
      “How did you come to the Arena, Rowan?” the girl asked, patching up the smallest of his wounds, now that the larger ones were healing over. He looked healthier already, and his voice was a steady rumble instead of the faint groan he had used to speak just moments before.
      “I wandered too far from the traditional hunting grounds. I went exploring. I found Cyrodiil to be fascinating, but the minotaurs here disgust me. They have no speech, no culture. They just….” Rowan trailed off, not wanting to say the words.
      “Attack. No logic, no reason,” Gwen finished for him, looking off into space.
      “Yes, they hurt people, mercilessly. They ambush unsuspecting travelers and pilgrims. I tried to rescue many, but as soon as I had driven off the offender, I was turned upon as well. They treated me like a monster. Is that why you fought me so fiercely, Gwen?”
      “Yes. I have never known of a minotaur that could speak or feel compassion towards others,” she replied, rubbing the largest wound to make sure it was mending correctly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
      “It’s alright. I’m glad you finally listened,” he said, sitting up and patting the areas where his injuries used to be. “You must be a master healer, dunmer.”
      “I get by with my restorative abilities,” Gwen said, waving him off. Dark elves weren’t usually adept with healing spells, but she was no ordinary dunmer. “I’m just glad you didn’t take the advantage and win the battle when you had the chance. You had me well pinned for awhile there.”
      “Yes, but then I would just have been put back in that wretched cell,” he said, slamming his fist down to emphasize his vehemence. “I had been captured near Cheydinhall and taken here to be sport for the citizens. What an awful practice,” Rowan shook his head with disgust.
      “I don’t take part in it as much as I used to, when I first came here,” Gwen said, looking at him with sympathy.
      “Why fight there at all? You know someone is going to die. The ending of a life shouldn’t be something one enjoys,” Rowan said, feeling sick at such a thought.
      “I never enjoyed it. I like the feeling of winning, but I always paid my respects afterwards. And my opponents knew what was at stake. It’s terrible that the Arena is one of
the main ways to make money in the city,” she said feeling equally disgusted. “Didn’t you try to talk to your captors?”
      “I was muzzled,” the large beast man said, shuddering at the memory. “I’d just like to get back home now. It would have been nice to roam the country side for awhile longer, as there are still many ancient ruins left to see, but I don’t believe there is any place that will be safe,” Rowan said as he tried to stand.
      “Careful, Rowan, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” Gwen said, putting out a hand to steady him. Dark elf females were sturdy and strong, able warriors as well as mages, so Gwen had little trouble helping the beast steady himself. “We’ll need to leave through another exit, since no one from the Arena can see you alive and walking around. Just follow me.” The woman led the way through the maze of passages, evading the few rats and mudcrabs that called the area home. When they finally emerged from the tunnel, the light was so bright it hurt her eyes. “I do have one more way that I can help you,” Gwen said as she shielded her face from the mid-afternoon sun. “I can enchant gear that will make you invisible to the naked eye. That way you can roam the countryside without being hassled.”
      “My dear dunmer, you do not have to go to all of that trouble just for me. I will be fine on my own,” Rowan said politely, but inside he was yearning for a way to stay in Cyrodiil for at least a few more months.
      “It will be no trouble at all. Let me extend this kindness to you, and then you may be on your way,” Gwen said, cloaking them as they made their way along the beach and up the hill to the Mage’s Guild, where she held the title of Arch-Mage, and had access to all the enchanting equipment she would need.
      They were able to creep passed the battle mages on duty with a heavy cloaking spell, and Gwen was relieved when they finally took the teleporter to her private rooms. She had no doubt there would be many questions if she was seen, but most, oddly enough, would deal with arcane university studies, not with her unusual companion.
      “Dunmer, if you do this for me, there will be no way for me to repay you, on top of saving my life,” Rowan said, eyeing the magical instruments wearily.
      “Well, if you feel you are indebted to me, you can come by and perform some odd jobs around my offices,” Gwen said, taking an oversized robe she had received after completing a mission relating to giants, and began placing the spells on it that would make the wearer undetectable. It would fit the minotaur nicely, and be practical for all types of weather. When she was finished she handed the garment over, asking the beast man to try it on.
      Rowan watched in the standing mirror as his body disappeared beneath the cloth. To his own eyes, he was still visible, but he could tell that anyone else would not realize he was in the room unless he bumped into something.
      “Gwen….this is amazing,” the beast said, utterly awestruck by the magic the woman had performed on his behalf. “I am forever in your debt. Whatever you need of me, just ask and you shall receive.”
      “I am honored, Rowan, to have your services available. But please go now, use the magic to explore the countryside. I just ask that you come back to visit me, let me know that the enchantment holds up. I may have some jobs for you to perform, if you’re in the neighborhood in a month or so,” the dark elf said, holding out her hand to touch the edge of the fabric.
      “I will, Gwen. I will,” Rowan replied, holding out his hand to her. “I shall take my leave now. Until we meet again.” They shook hands, and then she heard the teleporter do its work, feeling the presence leave the room. She took a few breaths to calm herself, happy that she had a new ally. She had more business to take care of before she could retire for the night, so she took the teleporter down, ducking passed the scholars that would barrage her with questions that she did not yet have the answers to. She passed their queries on to Raminus, her second in command, who helped the mages as best he could, smiling at Gwen as she made her way out. He was one of the few people who knew about the other positions of office she held around the province.
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