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Happy Halloween, everyone!
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by: Mike Caldwell
“You can’t,” Anderal said with the tone one would expect from a person who spends their life as a professional skeptic. “No one can jump over the Temple. You’d have to use a levitation spell.”
“How much would you give me if I did?” Bothan always spoke with a bravado to match a kagouti’s but this time it sounded like he even believed himself for once.
Anderal sized up his short friend; Bosmer never had much in the way of muscle, but Bothan was scrawny even by their standards. “If you could possibly make it — without levitation, mind you — I would give you all the gold in my father’s coffers.” Anderal’s longtime friend had never been good at anything. It was sad: Anderal himself being an Altmer of a noble family in Mournhold; whilst Bothan lived on the streets, never getting a better meal than the weeds he found. Still, Bothan didn’t accept handouts. He was determined to earn his fortune in the world, by whatever shady means necessary.
“Perhaps you should offer something that wouldn’t break the bank.”
“My friend, you can’t jump that Temple. Not even Vivec himself could do that. Therefore, my family’s riches are just as reasonable an offer as your claim.”
“Are you certain? Confident enough to shake on it?” Bothan was a con-man, Anderal knew it, and when he wanted to shake on something there was typically a cheap trick Bothan would be trying to come out on top.
“You agree not to use spells, and you know I know what they look like, and I will happily take you up on that.”
“Deal,” Bothan said with a grand smile, after which the two shook hands. “Alright, go to the other side for when I come over.”
“What?!” Anderal belched out a very un-gentlemanly laugh. “No way, Bothan! I go over there and you put some spell on yourself and fly over this thing, or use hoptoad, and claim you did it. No.”
“What if you ask someone around to watch me and tell you if I cast a spell on myself? You need to be there to see me come over.”
After some consideration Anderal called over a man on a leisurely walk. “Hello, sir, my friend and I have something of a wager together but he’s not supposed to use spells. Could you watch him and tell me if he uses one?”
“Well, I don’t generally like to get involved in other people’s affairs,” the old Dark Elf said, “but you two seem harmless enough. I’ll help you out.”
With the watching third party, Anderal was content to stroll over to the back end of the Temple. Meanwhile, Bothan waited until Anderal was out of sight, gave a cautious glance over to the old man, and then reached into the worn bag that held all his possessions. He rummaged around the disorganized bag until he found what he needed: a small green bottle with a cork. The bottle held a liquid so potent that it distorted the air around it and it was labeled with a simple piece of paper with the words “fort jump”. Bothan took out a second bottle, same as the first except the label said “fort health”. Then after drinking both, Bothan shuddered for a few seconds, looked at the old man, gave a huge grin, and leapt as hard as he could.
Anderal had been waiting for a few minutes when, lo and behold, Bothan came soaring over the crest of the Temple roof. He landed twenty or so feet away with an alarming crunch and a yell of pain.
“Are you alright, my friend?” Anderal called as he rushed over. “What did I just see?”
Bothan, through gritted teeth, spoke, “I’m fine, friend, just fine. And you just saw your fortune change into my hands.” Anderal was not amused at this joke but before he could start at his friend for being some kind of cheat the old man came skittering around to them.
“I saw it! I saw it! Unbelievable! Truly!”
Anderal’s face began to go pale. “What did you see, old man?”
“The boy took a sip of two bottles, then jumped so high I thought the gods had called him to the sky. It was amazing.”
“Bottles?!” Anderal exclaimed.
“I don’t have much but weeds, friend, but when mixed properly even weeds can do amazing things for you.”
“Why two bottles, sir?” the old man asked, interrupting the friendly banter.
“Jumping isn’t like levitation, old-timer. You can’t jump that high without hurting yourself on the way down. That’s why it’s good to give yourself some healthy cushion.”
“B-b-but, my father’s…”
“Don’t worry, Anderal, that was a jest. The real fortune is yet to come once people hear of my alchemy skills. I will take you up on one of those meals you constantly offer me. I think this time I earned it.”
(Your Alchemy has increased to 27. You should rest and meditate on what you have learned.)
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