03-29-2006, 10:03 PM
(This is a book about a man who stumbles upon that abandoned shack near gnar Mok with all the neat stuff.Specifically the two pearls that are under the upturned bowl on the table.)
The Up turned Bowl
Written By Gildron Fytharthin
It was summer. The flowers had begun to bloom, and even in the relatively cold area of the bitter coast it was swealtering hot.
Today is a good day, Nevilin Thought to himself. He had recently moved to the swampy reigon of the bitter coast, and was strolling along its marsh-like scenery. He sighed, breathing in the unique beauty of this strange and awe inspiring world. So much better then the boring lands of Cyrodil, with plain, endlessly rolling fields he had grown up in. I made the right decision Nevilin decided, after he had watched a betty netch float onwards towards the sunset. Which reminded him. It was growing late.
Although Vvardenfells land was wonderfull and refreshing, it was also littered with bandits, daedra cults, and smugglers. He had been particularily warned about wandering about at night. A shiver went down Nevilins spine, as he realised that he could not make it back to Gnar'Mok by the time the sun had set. He quickly tried to remember what the locals had told him about being stranded at night.
"There are many, many abandoned houses that dot this land, for farmers often go out of buissness and have to move, leaveing there home behind them. If you are caught in the dead of night with nowhere to go, seek refuge in one of these places."
And, as fate would have it, Nevilin had just walked over a hill, and was staring at a small clearing, where there was a small shack. It was mossy, and the once refined fields where the farmer undoutably grew crops was now barren. The windows were smashed and it looked uncomfortably damp. But that the 9 had sent him this place out of kindness he was certain, and he was determined not to end up dead so soon after his arrival in morrowind. He strode up to the hut, politely knocked, and when there was no awnser he walked in.
It was a supriseingly cosey dwelling, a few crates stacked here and there, a table in the corner, and a hammock in another. Nevilin made himself at home. He took out his drums and his lute, and played some music to pass the time, afterwards he read his book Nohs Picture Book of Wood, a hilarious book of jokes. Then at long last, he decided to get some sleep.
But as he lay down on the hammock, a bowl, upturned on the table, caught his eye. There was something odd about it. Bah it is a mere bowl, why does it interest me so? He thought, shifting on the hammock. Eventualy he went to sleep, but in his dreams, he drempt about the bowl, and the two silvery tresure that comprised it.
In the morning he awoke, full of life. Despite the peculiar dreams, he had slept supriseingly well, and he felt like a million septims. He was about to leave, before he remembered the bowl. He sighed. Might as well see whats under this thing, he grumbled. He walked over to the table, and lifted the bowl. Nothing! Bah I knew it was nothing! Why do I bother? Nevilin yelled. He was in an angry mood now, and he stormed out of the house leaveing all of his possesions behind.
Had Nevilin not been so angry, If he had looked closer, perhaps he would have noticed the two pearls, that when he had lifted up the bowl, had rolled off the table. And, perhaps if he hadnt been so foolish as to play loud music in the middle of the night, If he had been more cautious, perhaps he wouldnt have attracted that pack of Nix hounds, Patiently waiting for him to leave the shack. But it is as the dunmer say. The Outlanders may invade our lands, But only we will ever know how to survive in them.
THE END.
This is a typical story book, with no specific meaning other than to be cautious, and have a keen eye. If the character had had a keen eye, he would have found the two pearls and become wealthy. If he had been cautios, he wouldnt have wound up as Nix Meat.
The Up turned Bowl
Written By Gildron Fytharthin
It was summer. The flowers had begun to bloom, and even in the relatively cold area of the bitter coast it was swealtering hot.
Today is a good day, Nevilin Thought to himself. He had recently moved to the swampy reigon of the bitter coast, and was strolling along its marsh-like scenery. He sighed, breathing in the unique beauty of this strange and awe inspiring world. So much better then the boring lands of Cyrodil, with plain, endlessly rolling fields he had grown up in. I made the right decision Nevilin decided, after he had watched a betty netch float onwards towards the sunset. Which reminded him. It was growing late.
Although Vvardenfells land was wonderfull and refreshing, it was also littered with bandits, daedra cults, and smugglers. He had been particularily warned about wandering about at night. A shiver went down Nevilins spine, as he realised that he could not make it back to Gnar'Mok by the time the sun had set. He quickly tried to remember what the locals had told him about being stranded at night.
"There are many, many abandoned houses that dot this land, for farmers often go out of buissness and have to move, leaveing there home behind them. If you are caught in the dead of night with nowhere to go, seek refuge in one of these places."
And, as fate would have it, Nevilin had just walked over a hill, and was staring at a small clearing, where there was a small shack. It was mossy, and the once refined fields where the farmer undoutably grew crops was now barren. The windows were smashed and it looked uncomfortably damp. But that the 9 had sent him this place out of kindness he was certain, and he was determined not to end up dead so soon after his arrival in morrowind. He strode up to the hut, politely knocked, and when there was no awnser he walked in.
It was a supriseingly cosey dwelling, a few crates stacked here and there, a table in the corner, and a hammock in another. Nevilin made himself at home. He took out his drums and his lute, and played some music to pass the time, afterwards he read his book Nohs Picture Book of Wood, a hilarious book of jokes. Then at long last, he decided to get some sleep.
But as he lay down on the hammock, a bowl, upturned on the table, caught his eye. There was something odd about it. Bah it is a mere bowl, why does it interest me so? He thought, shifting on the hammock. Eventualy he went to sleep, but in his dreams, he drempt about the bowl, and the two silvery tresure that comprised it.
In the morning he awoke, full of life. Despite the peculiar dreams, he had slept supriseingly well, and he felt like a million septims. He was about to leave, before he remembered the bowl. He sighed. Might as well see whats under this thing, he grumbled. He walked over to the table, and lifted the bowl. Nothing! Bah I knew it was nothing! Why do I bother? Nevilin yelled. He was in an angry mood now, and he stormed out of the house leaveing all of his possesions behind.
Had Nevilin not been so angry, If he had looked closer, perhaps he would have noticed the two pearls, that when he had lifted up the bowl, had rolled off the table. And, perhaps if he hadnt been so foolish as to play loud music in the middle of the night, If he had been more cautious, perhaps he wouldnt have attracted that pack of Nix hounds, Patiently waiting for him to leave the shack. But it is as the dunmer say. The Outlanders may invade our lands, But only we will ever know how to survive in them.
THE END.
This is a typical story book, with no specific meaning other than to be cautious, and have a keen eye. If the character had had a keen eye, he would have found the two pearls and become wealthy. If he had been cautios, he wouldnt have wound up as Nix Meat.
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