“Sweet Justice: A Khajiit’s Revenge” A Story Inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
"Sweet Justice: A Khajiit's Revenge"
A Story Inspired by Elder Scroll's IV: Oblivion
Within the Provence of Cyrdiil, just twenty to thirty miles away from the trade town of Leyawiin. It is here at a poor but fairly well constructed chapel dedicated to Julionous; The god of law and justice and who is also one of the nine divines is where our story begins. An imperial priest name named Brother Marcus runs this chapel and is the sole resident here. Back in his darker days he was a skooma/moonsuger pusher and smuggler. He rented his talents and skills out to those who could afford his prices, but that all changed one day right after he had a near death encounter when the boat he used to smuggle his contraband had capsized and he was severally injured by an attack of slaughter fish. His life was saved thanks to a kind Red Guard missionary, who was dedicated to spreading the teachings of the nine divines and just so happened to be traveling by. The Red Guard pulled him from the water just minutes away from drowning and nursed him back to heath. The Red Guard poured the words and messages of the nine divines into his ear all the while he laid sick with fever and was almost dead due to blood lose. At first he politely brush aside the preaching's of the Red Guard; being one that did not believe in his fellow countryman's religious beliefs. But as the Red Guard went on preaching over the days of his recovery and explained a little bit more of teachings of the nine divines. He soon started to find wisdom and true meaning behind the Red Guard's preaching's and found himself asking questions and receiving answers that not only scared him but made him instantly decide to atone for his past crimes.
"You can never hide from Julionous justice my friend."
This verse still haunts him today. After he was healed he then ventured to the Imperial City and submitted himself to the clergy of the nine divines. He dedicated himself to teachings of all the nine divines and over the years he earned the title of priest and soon was giving the charge of his own chapel. He explained to the arch priest that it would be best if he were to spend the reminder of his days dedicated to Julionous and making a full atonement for his past crimes. The arch priest accepted his proposal and sent him to take charge of a long abandon chapel out in the middle of the woods, just a good day's walk away from Leyawiin and the Khajiit province of Elsywer. The chapel was more or less a refuge for the lone travelers who ventured back and forth upon the road and for local farmers who resided nearby who came in search of spiritual comfort.
One day as brother Marcus was tending to the nearby herb garden that was the source of the chapels healing agents and salves, a lone Khajiit was walking up the road coming from the providence of Elsywer. The Khajitt walked up to the chapel and sought out Brother Marcus.
"Blessing of Julionous Khajiit!" Marcus warmly greeted him and shook his hand.
"Are you the one named brother Marcus?" The Khajiit curiously asked him.
"I am Brother Marcus, but please just call me Marcus." Marcus kindly replied.
The Khajiit smiled and then said,
"This one has been looking for you for a very long time yes!...I am Rrozinee."
"Pleased to meet you Rrozinee!...Now what can this humble brother do for you?" Marcus asked.
Rrozinee told Marcus that he had been assigned to him by the arch priest as a new cook and companion during his remaining days as the chapel.
"Blessings of the nine divines!...I have been in wanting of company for quite sometime!...The travelers and pilgrims would also be more then happy to finally have a decent cook to feed them!" Marcus warmly cheered to Rrozinee.
"You are too kind to Rrozinee!...Your words make him blush!...Yes Rrozinee thinks he will be very happy here!" Rrozinee happily replied and walked inside the chapel to see to his new kitchen and then his bedroom.
Over the first four days Rrozinee proved himself a master cook and baker. Rrozinee was exceptional gifted at making sweet breads that brother Marcus was always looked forward to each night after a hard days work and small goblet of wine. One day Rrozinee baked something new and brought it before Marcus. Rrozinee walked up to Marcus and handed him a small clay plate loaded with a dozen, fresh from the oven, small bite size sweet cakes.
"What have you got here my good friend?" Marcus curiously asked.
"This is something very special yes!...Rrozinee made it especially for you!" Rrozinee warmly replied and then went on to explaining,
"This is a very special treat yes!...Marcus has treated Rrozinee with such kindness...Rrozinee felt it was his duty to spoil his new friend yes?" Marcus nodded and took one of the sweet cakes. First he smelled it, it smelled heavenly and very sweet. His mouth instantly started watering and he ate one.
By the Gods! Marcus thought to himself as the sweet texture overloaded his taste buds and soon his whole mouth went tingly.
"By the Gods Rrozinee!...These are like manna from heaven!" Marcus joyfully cried out and quickly started eating another, then another and then soon the whole plate was empty...not one crumb was spared.
"By the Gods Rrozinee!...Whatever those were they was an absolute joy to have tasted!" Marcus praised Rrozinee as he licked the last crumb from his own fingers. Rrozinee smiled and then replied,
"You are most welcome friend!...Rrozinee will start working on another batch yes!" And walked back inside the chapel and back into his kitchen and started making more. Marcus then started to feel very strange, almost like he was drunk...but he hasn't touched excessive amounts alcohol in almost six years and he only takes one small goblet of wine at night. Thinking it was just a phase he started back to his work. Almost two hours latter Rrozinee came out of the kitchen with a whole new batch of his special sweet cakes.
"There is more here to eat my friend!...Eat, eat!...Rrozinee wants to make his friend feel special!" Rrozinee insisted to Marcus.
"I really shouldn't...but they do look so nice...Ah what the heck!...What's harm are a few more cakes?" Marcus said and then started to eat one of the sweet cakes, then another and another and soon ate the whole new batch. He had most defiantly eaten too much for his stomach started to hurt and for some reason his head was feeling really light headed. Rrozinee walked back into the kitchen and quickly came back out with a few more sweet cakes.
"Thank you Rrozinee...but I have had too many all ready...and...I feel very strange!" Marcus said as his whole body started to go numb and strange colors started to flout around in the air.
"Oh?...You don't like Rrozinee's sweet cakes?...You hurt his feelings!" Rrozinee said in a sad voice and started to take back the new batch. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings!...Well...maybe a few more would be ok? He thought to himself and stopped Rrozinee and told him that he would be more then happy to eat the new batch. Marcus reluctantly ate the whole new batch and now he was starting to feel very sick and very strange. Suddenly Marcus realized that he had just been poisoned.
"Rrozinee!...What have you done to me?...Why!?" Marcus demanded as he fell to the ground dizzy and the feeling of something crushing his chest and making it hard for him to breathe started.
Rrozinee slowly walked over to Marcus and knelt down beside him, just out of arms reach and replied in a false sympathetic tone,
"What is wrong my friend?...Can he not handle his own poison?...tisk!...tisk!...tisk!"
Marcus then yelled out,
"What poison?!...I have never touched poison or harmed anyone in my life!"
Rroiznee reached into his own shirt pocket and pulled out a handful of sparkling dust that Marcus instantly recognized and a feeling of horror rushed through him.
"Never touched poison?...Oh really?...Then what is this?...Looks like moonsuger!...The same moonsuger you gave to my sweet and innocent Esli and caused her death!" Rrozinee both plainly and angrily pointed out to Marcus and then he went onto explaining...
Rrozinee told Marcus that almost seven years ago his daughter Esli was out shopping in the city market for fresh cloth and cheap silk to make warm clothing for her soon to be born kittens. He explained that it was Marcus who to walked up to her that day and gave her a free sample of moonsuger and lied to her by saying it was a special gift of candy for a such a beautiful Khajiit female; it seamed like an innocent gift...but it was really a sinister trap. Esli being the trusting sort ate the moonsuger and instantly became addicted. She kept returning day and night to buy more from him. One day she lost her unborn kittens to a miscarriage and giving into grief started consuming skooma; the next step from moonsuger. Rrozinee tried desperately to help his daughter but she was too far gone and the addiction consumed her. One tragic day he went looking for her and found her almost dead in the slums of the city. She had been whoring her body off as means of income for her drug habit. The abuse of countless suitors and harmful effects of skooma had sapped her of life and with her dying breath she named the one who had first poisoned her. Rrozinee vowed to see justice done to this Imperial named Marcus and was surprised to learn he was now a priest. Rrozinee sought him out and made up the story that he was hired by the arch priest as his new cook. Now that Rrozinee had the chance to get revenge, he had to decide on the right course to take his daughters justice. He quickly decided best course to administer justice; He decided to bake his daughters favorite sweet cakes for Marcus, as a reminder of his daughters life and the not so innocent gift of moonsuger Marcus gave her. Within the mixture of sweet cakes he mixed in a lethal dose of moonsuger and then cruelly explained that Marcus had just consumed enough of the drug to kill twenty men.
"You have a little life left my friend...Before Rrozinee leaves you to die...do you know what Rrozinee means in Khajiit?" Rrozinee sadistically asked Marcus.
Marcus had trouble breathing and his heart was beating wild and out of control and just before his heart completely stopped it dawned on him what Rrozinee dose mean in the Khajiit language...
Sweet Justice