Last time on Oblivion
Adventures, orcish adventurer Shush’Ogar obtained a new job typical of his
profession: recovering an ancient artifact. But not-so-shadowy forces are
conspiring against him. Can our hero possibly survive this ordeal?! Are you
kidding me? Are you not familiar with video games? Or serialized stories? Have
you been paying ANY attention? Why even ask that question?! Sheesh, I swear,
you readers. I’m not saying you’re stupid.
But you’re stupid.
S’razirr was scoping out the perimeter of his latest job. He was the
first to arrive at the dilapidated ruins apparently named Malada. The set-up
seemed simple enough. The door to the underground complex was surrounded by
half-collapsed structures, in a clearing atop a steep hill. Plenty of cover,
easy to box someone in, good place for an ambush. The khajiit grunted his
approval and then hopped up the lower branches of a nearby tree overlooking the
entrance. He nestled himself in the crook where the branch met the trunk and
propped up his feet. S’razirr pulled a knife and a lump of bark out of his
pocket and lazily started carving while he waited for the others.
For a while there was nothing but the early morning sounds of chirping
birds and the gentle swaying of branches. S’razirr yawned and looked down at
his idle carving. It was starting to look a bit like the face of his boss. The
khajiit scowled and nailed the bark to the tree behind him. He sighed, extracted the knife and pocketed it. Squinting
up at the sun, it looked like he still had a while. His compatriots did not
live close. He sat dozing in the tree, half-awake until he suddenly heard a
sound.
*Splat*!









