I leave the Arena in high spirits. I was on the hunt, with my first Writ of Honorable Execution in hand. I promptly took a peasant's boat over to the Hlaalu Canton, and poked around the waistworks until I found the cornerclub I was looking for.
I ask for the man I seek, and am pointed to the gentleman standing with his face to the wall opposite the door. I walk over to him, wordlessly, quietly, and examine him carefully. He is my prey after all. Prey. In my hunter's mindset, I don't care to worry about propriety. Eventually, he seems to get angry with my fascination and plotting.
(I don't like the way you've been looking at me)
I answered him with a shrug, and casually jammed my Wakizashi in his gut. Unphased by this, he began casting forth magics of various kinds while the others in the room looked on in horror. So I stabbed him again, slashed him across the face, until I had eventually beaten his body into the wall so hard, it was difficult to tell where his body ended, and the wall began. Brutal, maybe, but not my problem.
I leave the Cornerclub and am immediately accosted by an Ordinator. I dutifully present my Writ of Execution to him, and he sends me on my way with a shrug and a nod.
Just like that, I'm in. The Morag Tong takes me as a full member. I'm granted another mission, this time to kill a hermit Ashlander.
I've never been to Tel Aruhn, or even out in that general area of Vvardenfell, and from the looks of it, I'll be going a good way off the beaten path to find my mark. It gives me an idea; Find my mark, and make way back to Balmora from there, over unfamiliar terrain. After all, most writs, aside from the special ones, can be handed out at any guild house.
I grab the boat outside of Vivec, and set sail for Tel Aruhn.
The place is damn freaky. In fact, I think I've seen this type of Bizarre growth out of the ground before from the mountain tops. Are they Telvanni controlled spires? Kind of frightening. But I'm not here to poke around here. I leave, and set my heading for the south west coast, dive in the water, an slowly swim away. A few minutes in I climb up onto a small island, and look on. I think I can just make out the yurt I'm looking for, like a lump on the shore.
Again, I dive in, and swim on, to that shore, and soon, I'm standing just outside the door to his house. For a moment, as I shove my way inside, I almost feel sorry for him.
But he decides to attack me the very second I step inside, as if he knew I was an assassin or something. Sure, I was, but it's wrong to make assumptions. What a jerk!
I rend him asunder,
and taunt him as he gurgles on blood welling up his throat. Then, I drag the body out the door, to leave for the Cliff Racers... I make myself at home.