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Aw, nuts. I forgot who J'Ghasta is.

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Uh, I killed him in a matter of seconds, not that great... Though his is the house I found out something really weird was going on during my first run of the Dark Brotherhood (black hand robes in a barrel?? hmmm...) Aside from that, J'Ghasta was pretty forgettable...

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Alucard wrote:


Well mostly all the NPC's are easily killable, and theres more to a character than how strong or easy to kill they are.

I wasn't judging him on how easily I killed him... lol, or else I would not like any characters of the game. Just trying to get the point across that I didn't find him to be a terribly unique character; just another contract . Compared to many, yeah, he's neat, but not one I find too interesting... to each his own...

I remember him from my frst game.
I whas like, hm no weapons, izzy kill.
Then i go and speek whit him, and he say hes expecting me ???
Something strenge i think to my self, no weapon and armor and he whas w8 me?
Man is he naughty or what.
Kicked my (*)(*) real hard.

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Olav was used to strange customers. He had seen Dunmer from Morrowind, Shadowscales from Black Marsh in the southeast and Breton war wizards from the northern provinces. But he couldn't bear the sight of the man that was standing in front of him. Fear took hold of his heart as he answered his question: "Yes I know where J'Ghasta lives. It's the second house on your left. I wouldn't disturb him though, I think he's expecting someone."
"All the better", replied the Stranger, and he left the tavern and made his way to J'Ghasta's house. As he slowly opened the front door, his right hand sank into his pocket and drew his blade. It was a dagger, white as the moon. Brotch Calus, J'Ghasta's neighbour, sold him a deadly poison for just a few septims. The poor soul was so afraid of dying that he wanted to give him the poison for free but the Stranger insisted on paying because he was fair man. Calus created the poison and thus deserved the money.
A Stranger was not his real name, of course. But he had given up his personal life. He was a member of the family now.
Not a single candle was lit in J'Ghasta's house. Maybe he wasn't present.
The Stranger continued at a slower pace, watching his back and ready for an ambush. But the house was empty. J'Ghasta's bed was cold, there was no meal on the table, no shoes next to the front door. Maybe he was really gone and his informant was wrong.
But then the Stranger found a hatch, hidden under some clothes. It was luck that gave away the position of the hatch, not skill.
He opened it and climbed down. He was standing in a narrow walkway with a door a few metres away from him. And he heard a sound.
"Poof. Poof." Someone was doing hand-to-hand exercises.
The Stranger raised his blade, preyed to the Night Mother and kicked the door open.
There was J'Ghasta. He was a proud, tall Khajiit, with great muscles and a fearsome look in his eyes. He wasn't surprised or frightened. He seemed almost relaxed.
"I was expecting you", he said.
"The Night Mother demands your life", the Stranger said.
"FOOL! You got the wrong guy. You, you traitor!" A fury burned in his eyes and J'Ghasta charged forward. The Stranger tried to dodge him, made a quick sweep with his blade but he wasn't fast enough. J'Ghasta hit him once, twice and kicked his blade away from him. An uppercut followed and then a kick in his stomach. The Stranger fell on the floor, dizzy and with a terrible headache.
But he wasn't just a regular citizen. He was trained for situations like this.
As J'Ghasta tried to finish him off, he dodge rolled away from him. He picked up a nearby vase and threw it at J'Ghasta. It was a perfect hit and J'Ghasta screamed as his face was covered with blood.
J'Ghasta charged forward a second time but again the Stranger managed to dodge him. He picked up his blade and cut out J'Ghasta's eyes.
A terrible scream filled the room and bounced back and forth against the walls. J'Ghasta was blind but his fury was greater than ever. He threw the blade away and he knew that he was poisoned but all his rage was now aimed at one person: the Stranger. He couldn't see him but he could smell him, hear him. Like the Ancestor Moth Monks. He hit the Stranger with an uppercut, followed by some quick punches. He kicked him in the balls, the stomach. He broke both his legs. He smashed his head against the table.
The Stranger was barely awake. The pain was all over his body and he knew that he wasn't going to last long. He screamed, yelled, cried, and finally managed to break J'Ghasta's grip. He drew a second blade, hidden in his left shoe, and threw it at J'Ghasta. The blade struck him in the chest and pinned him down to the wall.
Mission accomplished.
The Stranger crawled back to the ladder. It took him two hours to leave Bruma. He never recovered from his wounds, J'Ghasta was his last murder. He underestimated his enemy. He was weak.

The Stranger died two months later.

Josjie wrote:Olav was used to strange customers. He had seen Dunmer from Morrowind, Shadowscales from Black Marsh in the southeast and Breton war wizards from the northern provinces. But he couldn't bear the sight of the man that was standing in front of him. Fear took hold of his heart as he answered his question: "Yes I know where J'Ghasta lives. It's the second house on your left. I wouldn't disturb him though, I think he's expecting someone."
"All the better", replied the Stranger, and he left the tavern and made his way to J'Ghasta's house. As he slowly opened the front door, his right hand sank into his pocket and drew his blade. It was a dagger, white as the moon. Brotch Calus, J'Ghasta's neighbour, sold him a deadly poison for just a few septims. The poor soul was so afraid of dying that he wanted to give him the poison for free but the Stranger insisted on paying because he was fair man. Calus created the poison and thus deserved the money.
A Stranger was not his real name, of course. But he had given up his personal life. He was a member of the family now.
Not a single candle was lit in J'Ghasta's house. Maybe he wasn't present.
The Stranger continued at a slower pace, watching his back and ready for an ambush. But the house was empty. J'Ghasta's bed was cold, there was no meal on the table, no shoes next to the front door. Maybe he was really gone and his informant was wrong.
But then the Stranger found a hatch, hidden under some clothes. It was luck that gave away the position of the hatch, not skill.
He opened it and climbed down. He was standing in a narrow walkway with a door a few metres away from him. And he heard a sound.
"Poof. Poof." Someone was doing hand-to-hand exercises.
The Stranger raised his blade, preyed to the Night Mother and kicked the door open.
There was J'Ghasta. He was a proud, tall Khajiit, with great muscles and a fearsome look in his eyes. He wasn't surprised or frightened. He seemed almost relaxed.
"I was expecting you", he said.
"The Night Mother demands your life", the Stranger said.
"FOOL! You got the wrong guy. You, you traitor!" A fury burned in his eyes and J'Ghasta charged forward. The Stranger tried to dodge him, made a quick sweep with his blade but he wasn't fast enough. J'Ghasta hit him once, twice and kicked his blade away from him. An uppercut followed and then a kick in his stomach. The Stranger fell on the floor, dizzy and with a terrible headache.
But he wasn't just a regular citizen. He was trained for situations like this.
As J'Ghasta tried to finish him off, he dodge rolled away from him. He picked up a nearby vase and threw it at J'Ghasta. It was a perfect hit and J'Ghasta screamed as his face was covered with blood.
J'Ghasta charged forward a second time but again the Stranger managed to dodge him. He picked up his blade and cut out J'Ghasta's eyes.
A terrible scream filled the room and bounced back and forth against the walls. J'Ghasta was blind but his fury was greater than ever. He threw the blade away and he knew that he was poisoned but all his rage was now aimed at one person: the Stranger. He couldn't see him but he could smell him, hear him. Like the Ancestor Moth Monks. He hit the Stranger with an uppercut, followed by some quick punches. He kicked him in the balls, the stomach. He broke both his legs. He smashed his head against the table.
The Stranger was barely awake. The pain was all over his body and he knew that he wasn't going to last long. He screamed, yelled, cried, and finally managed to break J'Ghasta's grip. He drew a second blade, hidden in his left shoe, and threw it at J'Ghasta. The blade struck him in the chest and pinned him down to the wall.
Mission accomplished.
The Stranger crawled back to the ladder. It took him two hours to leave Bruma. He never recovered from his wounds, J'Ghasta was his last murder. He underestimated his enemy. He was weak.

The Stranger died two months later.

Wow....

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Josjie wrote:Olav was used to strange customers. He had seen Dunmer from Morrowind, Shadowscales from Black Marsh in the southeast and Breton war wizards from the northern provinces. But he couldn't bear the sight of the man that was standing in front of him. Fear took hold of his heart as he answered his question: "Yes I know where J'Ghasta lives. It's the second house on your left. I wouldn't disturb him though, I think he's expecting someone."
"All the better", replied the Stranger, and he left the tavern and made his way to J'Ghasta's house. As he slowly opened the front door, his right hand sank into his pocket and drew his blade. It was a dagger, white as the moon. Brotch Calus, J'Ghasta's neighbour, sold him a deadly poison for just a few septims. The poor soul was so afraid of dying that he wanted to give him the poison for free but the Stranger insisted on paying because he was fair man. Calus created the poison and thus deserved the money.
A Stranger was not his real name, of course. But he had given up his personal life. He was a member of the family now.
Not a single candle was lit in J'Ghasta's house. Maybe he wasn't present.
The Stranger continued at a slower pace, watching his back and ready for an ambush. But the house was empty. J'Ghasta's bed was cold, there was no meal on the table, no shoes next to the front door. Maybe he was really gone and his informant was wrong.
But then the Stranger found a hatch, hidden under some clothes. It was luck that gave away the position of the hatch, not skill.
He opened it and climbed down. He was standing in a narrow walkway with a door a few metres away from him. And he heard a sound.
"Poof. Poof." Someone was doing hand-to-hand exercises.
The Stranger raised his blade, preyed to the Night Mother and kicked the door open.
There was J'Ghasta. He was a proud, tall Khajiit, with great muscles and a fearsome look in his eyes. He wasn't surprised or frightened. He seemed almost relaxed.
"I was expecting you", he said.
"The Night Mother demands your life", the Stranger said.
"FOOL! You got the wrong guy. You, you traitor!" A fury burned in his eyes and J'Ghasta charged forward. The Stranger tried to dodge him, made a quick sweep with his blade but he wasn't fast enough. J'Ghasta hit him once, twice and kicked his blade away from him. An uppercut followed and then a kick in his stomach. The Stranger fell on the floor, dizzy and with a terrible headache.
But he wasn't just a regular citizen. He was trained for situations like this.
As J'Ghasta tried to finish him off, he dodge rolled away from him. He picked up a nearby vase and threw it at J'Ghasta. It was a perfect hit and J'Ghasta screamed as his face was covered with blood.
J'Ghasta charged forward a second time but again the Stranger managed to dodge him. He picked up his blade and cut out J'Ghasta's eyes.
A terrible scream filled the room and bounced back and forth against the walls. J'Ghasta was blind but his fury was greater than ever. He threw the blade away and he knew that he was poisoned but all his rage was now aimed at one person: the Stranger. He couldn't see him but he could smell him, hear him. Like the Ancestor Moth Monks. He hit the Stranger with an uppercut, followed by some quick punches. He kicked him in the balls, the stomach. He broke both his legs. He smashed his head against the table.
The Stranger was barely awake. The pain was all over his body and he knew that he wasn't going to last long. He screamed, yelled, cried, and finally managed to break J'Ghasta's grip. He drew a second blade, hidden in his left shoe, and threw it at J'Ghasta. The blade struck him in the chest and pinned him down to the wall.
Mission accomplished.
The Stranger crawled back to the ladder. It took him two hours to leave Bruma. He never recovered from his wounds, J'Ghasta was his last murder. He underestimated his enemy. He was weak.

The Stranger died two months later.

That is pretty Epic
May the cheese be with you

Heh well I like to write but English is not my primary language so I'm not that good at it. And there were some parts in this story that could've been better imo .
For example, I don't like this line:

Josjie wrote:The Stranger crawled back to the ladder. It took him two hours to leave Bruma. He never recovered from his wounds, J'Ghasta was his last murder. He underestimated his enemy. He was weak.

Here's an improvement:

"The Stranger coughed up some blood and crawled back to the ladder but even though he managed to make his way out of Bruma, he never fully recovered from his wounds. He had underestimated his enemy and J'Ghaste would be his last murder.

The Stranger died two months later."

I never write fanfic but I do want to write a bit more . Thanks for the replies .

Wow, that was really good. I can hardly believe that english isn't your first language. Good job, Josjie!

Thanks guys

Thanks to you I'm going to create a fan fic in the Arts section and it has something to do with Oblivion. I'm still working on it though .

Yay! i have another fanfic'er to judge! just make sure you finish it.

questionmarkw wrote:Wow, that was really good. I can hardly believe that english isn't your first language. Good job, Josjie!

I didn't even know english wasn't his first language.

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How do you know he's a member of the Ancestor Moth Monks?

Edit: Never mind. Read his Wiki page, and checked his class. Hmm, interesting.

A shame you have to kill him.

Overall he's a good guy.

The Raven wrote:How do you know he's a member of the Ancestor Moth Monks?

Edit: Never mind. Read his Wiki page, and checked his class. Hmm, interesting.

A shame you have to kill him.

Tis a shame