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    kombat wombat

    New Member
    Hello everyone,

    A very good idea for a topic.

    This is the story behind my (to date) only character in a TES game. He is an Altmer two handed/electromancer battlemage. I hope you enjoy it, and I apologise for the extremely long post!

    Cälis was born in the Summerset Isles, the sole child of a smith and and his wife, the owner of a small shop in Alinor. Having always had a sense of adventure, Cälis was not content to live a simple life, and joined the Aldmeri army at a young age. There he trained as a soldier, preferring solid, two handed weapons.

    After a few clashes with bandits, he began to show promise as an electromancer, and was offered a role as a battlemage. Seizing upon the opportunity, he threw himself into his training, hoping to one day make a name for himself.

    His efforts soon caught the eye of the Thalmor, who conscripted him from the army and taught him the art of espionage. After a few years, he was installed as an undercover Justiciar in the Imperial City along with a handful of other promising young recruits. For nearly twenty years he flourished in the Capital, gaining the approval of his superiors and being handed ever more difficult tasks. He was eventually tasked with assassinating the daughter of a court noble, and to make sure to incriminate the noble's rival.

    Having been tasked with assassinations before, Cälis began to scope out his target. He attended balls and the court, learning all he could about the girl. It was here that something he did not expect happened - he fell in love with the target, Alana. It soon became apparent that the girl had fallen for him too, but he knew his duty and organised for the assassination to take place.

    Alone with the girl on her father's balcony, incriminating evidence placed and the guards paid off, he knew the time had come. About to push the girl off the balcony and to her death, he realised he was never going to do it. Confessing to the Alana that he had been instructed to kill her, he convinced her to flee with him. They slipped out of the city and disappeared.

    They took up life in a small coastal town. There he returned to his father's smithing trade, and Alana started life as a herbal alchemist. They had settled for only a few years before word reached the town that the Aldmeri had gone to war with the Empire. Cälis immediately took to convincing the local Legate to enlist him in the town militia. He had no great love for the Empire, but he convinced the Legate that his training and magical capabilities would be invaluable in defending his home.

    Four uneasy years passed, the war progressing further and further into the Empire. Eventually a local troupe of bandits fell to the town and was only just repelled. Cälis convinced the Legate that, if the Aldmeri attacked, they would need support to defend the town. He left for the capital in the hope of convincing the Empire to station a force in the area.

    He reached the capital and immediately headed for the Imperial Army headquarters. He petitioned for support, but as an Altmer, was only ridiculed and sneered at. He did, however, catch the attention of one man. A young Legate by the name of Tullius saw the value in taking a force to the area and agreed to organise for a unit to be dispatched to fortify the town.

    Cälis joined the unit as it left the capital, urgent to reach his home. Two days' march from the town, Tullius called a halt, and refused Cälis an audience for four days. When he finally emerged from his solitude, Tullius informed Cälis that he had been ordered to stand down, and that no aggressive troop movements were to be made against the Aldmeri. Confused and furious that support would not be coming, Cälis stole one of the soldiers' horses and made for his home town.

    He saw the smoke before he saw the town. The entire village had been burnt to the ground, corpses littered around. He found his wife, dead with knife in hand, by their house, an Aldmeri arrow buried in her left eye. He could still feel the heat pouring off the ashes of his house; the Aldmeri had been gone a day at most. A small force, but enough to overpower the town.

    After burning his wife and what remained of the villagers, Cälis' thoughts turned to avenging his wife and home. He followed the tracks north, consumed by hatred and grief, aiming to hunt down those who had taken everything from him and die destroying them. As he neared the Aldmeri, a traveller told him of a peace treaty between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion.

    He realised that was why Tullius had been ordered to stand down: with peace negotiations taking place, the Empire had avoided souring the treaty by strengthening its borders. Enraged that the Empire's meek concession to the Aldmeri in the White Gold Concordat had cost him the support he needed to save his village, Cälis determined that the Empire would pay for its cowardice and the Aldmeri force for the destruction of his home.

    For the next two decades, Cälis tracked the Aldmeri. He learned that they were a small group of Thalmor agents. He followed them across Tamriel and began assassinating them, one by one, earning a reputation amongst the Thalmor as a traitor and a killer, identified by the tattoo that looked like blood was pouring from his left eye. They began to hunt him. Pursued across the continent, Cälis continued to exact his revenge on the members of the Thalmor troupe.

    Having narrowed down to the final member of the original force, he learned that the final target was serving as a captain in the Thalmor Embassy in Skyrim. Pursued by a small group of Thalmor agents, he turned north and headed for Solitude.

    He arrived in Morthal with the Thalmor only a few hours behind. He begged Jarl Ravencrone for protection. With no great love for the Thalmor herself, Ravencrone hid Cälis in her own longhouse and waited for the pursuers to arrive. With the Thalmor distracted by questioning the Jarl, Cälis slipped out and made for the embassy.

    Upon arriving, Cälis found a gap in the roof and silently worked his way in. He dropped into an empty bedroom and crept through the building, searching for the captain. He found his way to a door and slowly opened it.

    Two armoured Thalmor stood in the room. Seeing Cälis, they both ripped swords from their scabbards. Cälis began to summon the lightning to strike them down when suddenly doors started slamming all through the embassy. Hearing shouting and weapons being drawn, he darted out of the room. Sprinting down the corridor, he pulled up as four Thalmor emerged at the other end. Turning on his heel, Cälis saw more soldiers emerging from every door and up the stairs. His pursuers had beaten him to the embassy: the building was a trap.

    Cornered, Cälis lashed out with magic, spraying the room with lightning. With so many Thalmor throwing up wards, he had no hope of holding his own, and was quickly overpowered by the soldiers.

    The Thalmor dragged him to Solitude and to the Jarl, Elisif. They requested permission to publicly execute the traitor in the city. Having recently lost her husband and king to Ulfric Stormcloak, Elisif informed the Thalmor that she wanted no more death in the city, and that the prisoner was not to be executed. The soldiers decided to transport the traitor to Alinor to be made an example of.

    Three Thalmor were assigned as a prisoner escort and began the trek south. As they neared Skyrim's southern border, they were ambushed by a small force of Stormcloaks. The Thalmor were killed and Cälis dragged back to the main Stormcloak camp. Before Ulfric could see the prisoner and decide what was to be done with him, warning horns sounded and Imperial soldiers poured into the Stormcloak camp.

    ---Skyrim Opening Scene---

    ----SPOILERS----

    Upon escaping Helgen, Cälis began to head north to Solitude to again prepare for an assault on the embassy. As he passed through Whiterun, however, he killed a dragon attacking the city and discovered his true identity as a Dragonborn. Realising he would need further training in electromancy if he was to fight Alduin and assault the Thalmor embassy, he made his way to the College of Winterhold, stopping to thank Jarl Ravencrone for protecting him and assassinate a vampire that had been plaguing Morthal.

    Eventually he met with Delphine and seized the opportunity to infiltrate the embassy. After securing the prisoner he sought there with the aid of Jarl Ravencrone, he hunted down the Thalmor captain who had burned his home. With the Thu'um and far greater magical abilities than his first attempt, he laid waste to every soldier in the building, at last exacting his revenge on the ones who had taken his wife from him.

    Leaving the embassy, Cälis made for Solitude, another debt to be repaid. He presented himself to Jarl Elisif, thanking her for her mercy in sparing him, proving his dedication to the Jarl by investigating a group of necromancers. Appointed Thane of Elisif's court, he bought a manor in the city and swore to avenge her murdered husband.

    As he prepared to seek out the Elder Scroll, he took a Nord woman Ysolda as a wife, in the hope that she could heal the grief that had plagued him for more than twenty years. He would eventually come to build a house by the sea and adopt two children, but nothing could fill the void left by his beloved first wife.

    With the Elder Scroll in hand and Alduin banished to Sovngarde, Cälis sought out an old acquaintance: Tullius, now General of the Imperial Army in Skyrim. Cälis joined with Legate Rikke in the bloody campaign against the Stormcloaks, finally leading a unit deep into Windhelm and personally killing Ulfric, repaying his life debt to Elisif.

    With the war over, Jarl Balgruuf agreed to trap a dragon in Dragonsreach. After travelling to Sovngarde and finally fighting Alduin, Cälis returned to his home near Solitude, unsure of how to take his vengeance on the Empire for meekly conceding to the Aldmeri. It was then that he was approached by the Dawnguard and sent on a mission to clear out a vampire investigation.

    It was here that he met Serana, an ancient vampire trapped in a stone cell. After a lengthy campaign to destroy her father, Cälis found himself realising this woman could heal what he had lost. After curing her Vampirism, Serana joined Cälis in his search for vengeance against the Empire. It was Serana that suggested he join the Dark Brotherhood and learn the skills they might require to damage the Empire.

    The Dark Brotherhood provided him the opportunity to take a bloody revenge on the weak Empire - with the assassination of the Emperor himself. A long and tortuous path had brought him to be in the Emperor's cabin, where at last he took his final revenge and laid Alana's memory to rest.

    With the Emperor's blood drying on his hammer, Cälis' thoughts turned to a note in his pocket. A note taken from the body of a cultist who had tried to kill him near Fort Amol. He would find the ship's captain later. First, he and Serana had one final task in the Dark Brotherhood - and old man's final wish. He grabbed Serana and slipped off into the night.

    And that's it! That's where he is at the moment. Apologies again for the length, hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you have any improvements I should make. Thanks for reading!
     

    Lunaruse

    The Milkdrinking Elf
    So basically my character is related to my other main characters from morrowind and oblivion, but I don't want to go too indepth about their story right now. Basically, they were newlywed high elfs on their honeymoon who were framed for murder. He got shipped off to Morrowind, because of a dream the emperor had and she got freed 6 years later because the emperor had a dream again. They find each other eventually and settle down. They don't go back to the Isles because of civil unrest (Thalmor are taking over).

    They have a rebellious son, who leaves them to claim their estate in the Isles and join the Thalmor. He gets married, only to find that she will never be able to bear his children. Their relationship is torn by this and she prays to Auri-El (Akatosh) for a child to save their bloodlines and their marriage. Then she has a dream where she talks with a golden dragon.
    "So you wish to have a child, do you?"
    "Yes, more than anything in the world!"
    "I once had children, what a troubling lot they were. But none so troublesome as my first-born. Do you really want such a burden?"
    "Are you referring to the Altmer or dragons?"
    "Does it matter? They are both the same. Both are only seeking to destroy for their own benefit. They are one in the same to me. Do you want the burden of creating one who wishes to destroy?"
    "No, I wish to create one who creates."
    "Then it is done, sleep with your husband and create one who creates, but she shall have my soul, my voice. She will build up what my children have torn down, she will return what was stolen from me and my beloved. But behold, she will also be a destroyer. She with purify the land with my fire by incinerating the wickedness that has befallen it," Then the vision shifted and a beautiful elf was riding on his back, her tongue was a golden fire and her hands as well. She spoke in a powerful, but foreign language and the earthquaked at her words.
    "Elf, I warn you, this child will be most troublesome to you, just as mine have been for me. Do you still want this child to be yours?"
    "Yes, yes." her voice quivered.
    "Then she will be yours for now. But name her Auriel, after me, for I will claim her as my own." Then she awoke. She told her husband of the dream but he accused her of being insane. But come that night she seduced him and became with child.

    (Sidenote: This is 12 years after the Great War and the child's grandparents are on the run from the Thalmor, because her grandmother is a former member of the Blades.)

    Auriel grew up and was trained to be a lady. She knew a little magic, but she was restricted because her mother did not want her to join the Thalmor in battle and she also remembered her vision and feared Auriel's potential for power. Auriel was always a bit rebellious at heart, but learned that playing innocent often got her out of trouble. Then when she was 16 she received a letter from an unknown person from an unknown location. The note read:

    "Dearest Auriel,

    I can tell you not who I am or who you will be. But I have something of interest for you. Two books, full of the truth that you have been searching for, about your past. Go to the port near your house, and speak with a Bosmer with a shaven head. Tell him that the dragon is rising and he will give you two books. They are the stories of our lives, and they will lead you to us if you can decipher it. We need you right now. The world needs you. Burn after reading." She was shocked to received this letter, but it intrigued her. She loved the idea of it, so she put a dagger in her leather garter and went to the port. She stayed there for a few minutes, looking around and then she found him. She walked up to him.

    "What do you want?" he growled.
    "The dragon is rising," She whispered, "I just thought it was a lovely day to walk by the ocean, isn't it beautiful?" she smiled.
    "Very. Say I have a couple of books that a fine lady like yourself might like to buy." he pulled out two books.
    "May I see?" She looked over the covers of the books. The first one was entitled, "Love Letters to a Prisoner", it was a green book with silver etching. The second was, "The Red Mage", with a red cover and golden etching.
    "It will cost you 25 gold pieces, for each." he smiled.
    "50 gold pieces! You drive a hard bargain, sir. But I would love to read them. Here is your gold, sir."
    "Thank you m'lady. If you ever have the need of my services, I am here."
    "Thank you, sir." she walked back to her house with the two new books. She cracked open the green one first and read through it within a week. Then she did the same with the red one. It didn't take her vary long to note that they were related and about her grandparents. But she toiled over the books for a couple of months to find the clue that lied within the book. Her father had commented to her that he had never seen her so engrossed in books before. She replied that she is a girl, and she had fallen in love with their romantic and tragic tales. He figured that the books were just trivial and girlish, but he grew suspicious.
    "I'm going to take those books away from you. You are too engrossed with them, it isn't healthy. Plus what if they are filled with imperial propoganda?"
    "Oh pish-posh father. I know what is truth and what are the lies, no book could ever change my opinion of that. Besides, they are just fairytales, Father. I hope you think that I'm smart enough to figure that out. And if you want, I will get out more and socialize."
    "Fine, do as you wish."
    "Thank you, Father." She curtsied and left. After she returned to her room, she began feeling around the green book, perhaps there was a secret compartment, and then she felt the paper that was trapped inside the cover. She used her letter opener to make a clean opening and she removed the paper. Then she read the paper. It told her to write back to them and give her letter to the wood elf she had met earlier.
    She wrote back to them and requested to meet her grandmother, if she was in a disguise. She gave the letter to the elf. Eventually, a strange woman knocked at the door.

    She had raven black hair, golden skin, and bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful red outfit.
    "Hello, I would like to speak with the Lord's daughter. Is she in?"
    "Yes, I am. Who are you?" she smiled.
    "I am Celestia, daughter of Nelacar. Pleased to meet you."
    "And you as well."
    They sought privacy in the palor and began to plan Auriel's escape from the Isles and how she had just gotten betrothed to a Thalmor Emmisary. She loathed him with every fiber of her being and she wanted to run away. They planned for her to flee on the night before her wedding, after everyone had gone to bed. "Celestia" soon became very close with Auriel and she offered her a room to stay in, which her family quickly agreed to.

    Then the night came, most everyone was asleep in Alinor. She was still in her wedding dress from the wedding rehearsal. Celestia was in her room, preparing to leave.
    "What are you doing, Celestia? I thought you were staying for the wedding." Auriel's father said with a menacing grin.
    "I'm leaving after the wedding, no point in staying here when Auriel is gone on her honeymoon."
    "I know who you are. . ." his words sent chills coursing through her spine, "Welcome home, Mother. Its been a while. Did anyone ever tell you that you are the most wanted criminal in Tamriel. Your existence is a direct violation of the White-Gold Concordant, traitor. Your story ends here." He cast a magicka draining spell, grabbed her by her faux black hair, and slit her throat. Then he left his mother to die. He didn't cut her well enough and she still had a bit of life within her, so she wrote a note that said, "Don't scream, Run. Your father is a traitor." And hid her body out of immediate view.

    The clock stroked midnight, it was time for Auriel to make her escape. She went into her grandmother's room and saw a note in a pool of blood. She instantly knew what had happen and she left without her. She tried to escape but the elf was also lying in a pool of his own blood. Everything had gone wrong.

    She changed out of her dress and found a pirate ship and became a stowaway. She was never discovered in the bowels of the ship and made it to Cyrodiil in one piece. She wandered aimlessly for many months, trying to find where her grandfather was, but to no avail. She eventually got lost and wandered into Skyrim, where she accidentally ran into the Stormcloaks, who believed she was a Thalmor agent and tried to kill her. And she unwittingly led them into an Imperial ambush.

    ----Skyrim Storyline Begins----

    I'm going to be very broad at this point, as I already wrote so much for the introduction. Basically, she discovers she's the dragonborn, studies under Farengoth, goes to the College of Winterhold, sees how badly the Thalmor are treating everyone, decides that she can help reunify the Empire and help them destroy the Thalmor, kills Alduin, becomes Archmage, and a bunch of other stuff. She will eventually help lead the fight against the Thalmor. And ya. Thats Auriel. Sorry that the ending was a bit rushed and the rest was long. But other than that, what do you think? :)
     

    TK11

    New Member
    Lol sorry my story is really long but interesting. My main thing is Kotaro is brothers with Ahtar and Isran.

    Kotaro had two brothers. One was a full brother named Rhano and a half brother named Isran Kotaro was the youngest warrior in his port city of Rihad. Kotaro was very strong and,faster than most of the young men in his city. Kotaro lived in a small shack along the walls of Rihad, with his brother Rhano. He and Rhano made a living by selling fish and rare plants. The other boys that worked at the port, would make fun of him for being shorter than the average Redguard. The boy that pushed him around was also the fastest, strongest, and the richest young man there. He always got special treatment. One day Kotaro decided to stand up to Ahtar. He shoved Ahtar to the ground! Ahtar jumped up and said your not very strong junior. Kotaro was angry, in a rage! He yelled okay Ahtar lets race then! Then that will determine the better man. Ahtar bragged that he could beat him with his foot cut off. He boldly accepted. So Rhano led them to a small oasis inland from Rihad. He said the first man to get to Rihad from the oasis wins. Rhano knew Ahtar would try to cheat so he told his friend Sader to watch and make sure that nobody started before he was supposed to . Sader watched for the signal to start which was a small red flag rising from the top of the city walls. Sader saw the signal and blew the starting horn! AWAY he yelled!

    Kotaro started off with a burst of speed but Ahtar was already ahead. He ran faster and he saw Sader riding along beside them. Kotaro caught up with Ahtar and gained the lead. He was tiring but he still kept up the pace. He was only a few feat behind Kotaro and picking up speed. He passed Kotaro and sped up. Ahtar stopped so suddenly that Kotaro fell in the sand trying to stop. In front of Ahtar, coiled at his feet with its head flared out was a black mamba. Snakes black as night, that were supposed to be owned by the black shamans of great Alik’r. They both stood in awe, and terror. Sader rode up on his tall grey horse and he asked what was wrong. But then he saw the snake. His horse reared up and backed away. Sader got his horse under control and yelled at them to back away. They did as he said to and ran over by Sader! Sader barley had time to tell them to move when the snake struck at them. Kotaro slid the dagger out of his sheath and gracefully decapitated the cursed snake. The body fell to the ground and disappeared in a black puff of smoke. Both of the boys looked at Sader and he was holding his neck in the weirdest way. Ahtar ran beside Sader and saw the blood dripping from his neck. Sader had a arrow sticking out from his neck! Ahtar yelled for Kotaro and he ran up and grabbed Sader before he fell out of the saddle. They lifted Sader from the saddle and laid him in the sand. Kotaro pulled the arrow from Sader’s neck to try to save him but he was already dead.

    Ahtar yelled and Kotaro to try to do something but there was nothing that he could do! Kotaro glanced behind Ahtar and saw a figure with black robes walking towards them. He yelled at Ahtar and they they both mounted the horse and put Sader on the horses neck and rode away. The horse was strong and fast. The man shot an arrow at them. It stuck into the boot of Kotaro! The horse jumped and jolted away. They galloped onto the docks and were yelling covered in blood. Rhano ran to them and grabbed the horse as they dismounted. Some of the other workers grabbed Sader and carried him to the healer. Rhano had so many questions for Kotaro and Ahtar. Kotaro was so shocked that he just pulled out the arrow and showed it to Rhano. Rhano took the arrow and his wide eyes told them what they needed to know. He said that the arrow was from the shamans of the Alik’r.

    First person (Kotaro)

    Rhano pulled me and Ahtar into our small shack and explained to us why the shamans attacked me and Ahtar. He said that our father was once a Alik’r shaman. I was shocked. He said that leader of the shamans saw our fathers blood magic markings and murdered him in cold blood. They wanted to kill him before he could pass the power on to his future children. They were too late because he bedded a redguard beauty and blessed her with two children without them knowing. The children were me and Rhano. Rhano said that we would have to leave Rihad tonight and never come back. He said that Ahtar and our half brother Isran would have to come too. Ahtar and I slipped into the night to get his belongings. We walked in his house and packed up he brought his stash of two hundred septims. We went back to our shack and my brother was waiting for us with four horses. He had a grey, black, bay and two brown horses. I rode my grey horse with the pack horses behind me. Ahtar rode the bay and Isran rode the tall black horse. And Rhano rode the brown. We had to ride fast but safe so I rode in front with Ahtar,Isran,and Rhano following. We had to get to Dragonstar by next week. We ran for the night and would ride along the Cyrodil border. We set up camp and feasted on salamander eggs and potatoes. We rested our horses and rode until we got to the imperial bridge to Cyrodil. We rode our tired horses to the city of Chorrol at the monastery and rested ourselves and our horses. The monks said we could store our horses in their stable but they should stay at the Grey Mare. We were tired and sore from riding for six days straight with little rest. When we got their they offered us some cold wine and hot food. We stayed the night and took our time to get to know the land. The count himself gave us a map to Bruma and he said he was the great grandchild of Countess Ariana Valga herself. We were quite impressed. We all heard about a famous painting that was stollen from her castle about two hundred years ago! We marched out of the castle to the monastery. We mounted our horses and the monks gave us fresh supplies. We were on our was to Bruma and we caught a glorious glimpse of the Imperial City.



    We arrived at the imperial city and we stabled our horses and the guards gave us know trouble. We headed to the market district to browse the wares. Me and Isran sat around a well on some benches eating some bread. He kicked at a stump to try to scrape the mud off. He kicked it and it sounded hollow. I walked over and reached inside of it and pulled out a shimmering gold, jeweled amulet. I was astonished. I showed it to Isran and put it in my pack. Then we headed to the inn. We walked in the door and we thought what an odd name for a inn. The inn was called The Feed bag.
    We sat at a corner table in the shadows. A serving girl approached us and what a beauty she was. Isran of course said, “May I ask this beautiful women for her name”?
    She blushed and said her name was Branwen. Her and Isran talked and she gave us some odd wine called, Daedric lava wine. It felt hot in my mouth but it was great. I was dancing and having a jolly time. Ahtar and Rhano came in with shining steel short swords by their sides.They showed them to me and sat down at our table and drank and sang. I didn’t even notice that Isran left. I was looking for him so I went up stairs and looked in the rooms. I turn the knob of a heavy door and I pushed it open. Branwen was on top on Isran in the bed. I stumbled down the stairs and I rented a room and woke in the morning to see branwen with some milk and break for me. She also said Rhano wants to talk to you downstairs. My shirt was tore so I took it off and went downstairs. I sat down and listened to Rhano tells us that we leave at seven at night. We were all supposed to meet at the stables. Me and Ahtar bought some black and white hooded cloaks, because our shirts were tore to shreds. We brought the cloaks, boots and breeches to the well so we could wash and change. When I took of my ragged shirt I saw an attractive Imperial women eying me from the walkway. I had high cheekbones, a strong jaw and a large muscled chest and body. She smiled and walked away. Ahtar laughed at me and put his clothes on. Ahtar decided that we should go to the weapon shop to buy some arms. The shop was called A fighting Chance. Ahtar was tall and strong, he wanted a two handed sword but it was very heavy. They man laughed at us when we tried the weapons out. Ahtar had enough of it and he swung at the merchant with a lot of force. He made contact and his head smacked on the ground. I just sat there and watched until the other merchant tried to run. I grabbed him and slammed his head into the desk the desk broke and blood and wood flew everywhere. Ahtar looked at me and we hid the bodies, cleaned up, took the weapons and left. It was about six a clock so we ran and found Isran and Rhano. We told them what happened and we hurried to the stables. Isran had to grab something so we just packed our horses. We were all mounted up and Isran rode up with Branwen behind him. I said,”Isran what is she doing here?”. He replied I love her and she's coming with. We just agreed with him and hurried down the road. At eight in the morning we decided to make camp for the day high in the highlands. We ate and rested. We were hidden in a small valley so we felt pretty safe. We collected roots and we found a dead elk. We skinned the elk, and tore the meat from it. The blood was warm, the kill was fresh. Branwen was always around Isran. Me and Rhano walked to the camp to find Ahtar sleeping, and Branwen kissing Isran. Isran was only sixteen years old. I didn’t know how old she was. We interrupted them and Branwen offered to make some soup. We were happy to have her. She cooked some lovely soup and we feasted good that night. Ahtar started to play his lute, so I sang a long with him. My that was the best part of the night, sadly it got much much worse. Me and Ahtar were on guard that night. We were sitting on rocks watching the camp. Ahtar told me that the cloaks almost shimmered so you couldn’t focus on the person wearing them. We all had cloaks but only me and Ahtar’s were black and white. The others had grey and brown. We were holding our swords and admiring them when we heard a scream. We sprinted to the camp to find Rhano lying dead. Isran was fighting off two figures with his sword. I looked at the campfire and it was put out by blood. My brothers blood. There was a torch on the ground and I could see enough to have the displeasure to watch as the figure held Branwen by the hair. I ran towards it when it sliced her neck. I kept running and tackled it. I brought out my dagger and stabbed it in the heart. I jumped up and went to help Ahtar and Isran. Isran had a cut on his arm. Ahtar killed the last person. I ran over and bandaged Isran’s arm. Ahtar lit the fire. We now could see that the “people” were vampires. Bright golden/red eyes, and pale skin. We buried Rhano and Branwen together. Isran cried a lot. We stayed awake that night, It seemed like an eternity till the sun came out. The cursed vampires burnt away when the sun hit the bodies. Isran was looking through Rhano’s pack and he found a sword wrapped in oiled leather, he brought it to me. Inside of the sheath was a parchment that said,”Kotaro, this was fathers long-sword that he got from Morrowind. It is a stalhrim blade, its cut is cold. I thought it was time to give it to you. I love you broth-” The rest was covered in blood, I couldn’t read it at all. I took the sword and tied it to my saddle. We packed up what we could and galloped down the trail. I was awoken by Ahtar who said that I fell asleep and there are soldiers up there! I dismounted and Isran hid the horses. We walked up the trail and soldiers in blue tunics, and imperial soldiers were engaged in battle. The imperials tied up the surrendering soldiers and they jumped in a cart. One imperial saw us and they were all upon us in seconds. We mounted the horses and galloped away Isran was riding my horse. I felt a sharp pain in my arm. Then I fainted.
     

    Jiggyprawn

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    Erundil. High elf. Give this one a read! You'll enjoy it, even though most hate high elves, you should like mine.

    Erundil was born unto Alinor the day the great war ended. His father - Ethranuil - was a farmer/sailor who had worked in Alinor all his life and owned a farming stead south if the great mountain. Abiding by the Thalmors tight reign and strict rules of a pure altmer race; he married a female altmer by the name of Nevara. Nevara came from a long line of noble Altmer whom all served the Aldmeri Dominion to this day and had always aided the Thalmors atrocities.

    After marriage, they both conceived; Erundil was born unto Tamriel and was quickly schooled, against his interests, in the arts of magic and Altmer "superiority".
    As Erundil grew in intelligence, so did he in height and at the age of only 14 he was much larger than most of his Altmer cousins, not in height, but in muscle.

    Being that his build was much larger than any of his brethren, he was labeled 'Nord elf' which didn't bother him much as he was always fascinated by Nords and they're way of life. As the months passed, Erundil noticed strange happenings around his homestead. Large quantities of goods being taken in the night, his father gone for days at a time, his mother weeping and his parents arguing.

    All his, however, came to am abrupt stop. When his father returned from one of his ventures badly wounded and panting on about how the 'Thalmor knew' he was sent straight from his bed, without food and water, onto the nearest ship, owned by his fathers workers and sent straight from Alinor with questions and fear flying around his head. Why must he leave? What happened to his father? What were his parents upto and why had they been lying to him?
    Erundil only hoped that things would get better.

    Being that he was never actually told where he was going, he asked one of his fathers workers who said something about an uncle in the Colovian parts of Cyrodiil.
    Excitement. Erundil had always wanted to travel the world, but he would have rather had done it by his own will and once he had come of age. At merely 14, he arrived into Anvil, scared and alone in a new world where Altmer were shunned due to only the selected few evil ones. The Thalmor.

    As Erundil stepped off the ship, he was greeted by a great burly man. A Nord, by the name of Ulvard. He stunk of mead and had long dark grey scraggly hair they swept past the tears in his linens. 'You must be Erundil, lad. I'm your uncle, Ulvard. Your a big one for an elf, little elf.' So was his name for the next few years 'little elf' as ironic a name as ever, but it stood, and Erundil didn't mind it.
    They journeyed together by carriage through the southern part of Cyrodiil for what seemed like weeks, unntill they had reached an old worn down shack far into the forests out of the way of any roads. This was his new home.

    Of course Uvlard was not Erundils real uncle, but he was a great ally and friend of Erundils father, so, when the time arised, Ulvard would take Erundil under his guidance and father him like his own.
    Ulvard had once been a great Nord and many songs had been sung about his legacy on battle, for he was once a legate in the imperial army, Untill he was injured and blinded in one eye by a Thalmor mage in the Great War.
    After a silent meal and a long sleep. Erundil awoke to a pile of books Infront of his bed with a note 'if you ever want to be as smart and cunning as your old man, dig into these' but as far as Erundil could see, his father was a coward and he was beginning to foster a deep hatred for doing this to him. He would constantly ask Ulvard what happened that day to his father, who his parents really were, but Ulvard would always reply 'all in good time'.

    As Erundil grew larger and smarter, Ulvard became frailer and decided now was a good time as ever.
    Erundil sat reading under a tree, Ulvard approached. 'Well lad, you know how to use this' tapping him on his head as he said it.
    'Now you must learn to use... This.' Ulvard took a huge two handed sword and slammed it into the ground Infront of Erundil.

    After 12 years of training with weapons such as the bow, two handed, and one handed swords. Erundil was a master of battle and with him now being at the age of 27, his structure was that if gigantic proportion.

    Ulvard passed away once old night whilst Erundil sat by his bed, reading Ulvard tales of the dragonborn one of his favourite books. Not knowing why his parents did what they did, and having nothi to stay in Cyrodiil for, he set out travelling across Tamriel for 2 years. He travelled across elsywr, hammer fell, black marsh, morrowind and all points inbetween, laying with women, fighting beats, men and met alike and never stopping in one place for more than a week.

    Ok so I'm pretty bad at writing stories and my grammar is terrible, but I hope you enjoyed it, of course it's no where near finished yet, but I'm building a good sorry so far, let me know what you think! Bye I'm new on here so go easy ha.

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    Erathorn was born in high rock, the son of a battle mage for the knights mentor. At the age of 8 he was orphaned by a bandit raid on his families homestead. His father took many bandits with him but was outnumbered. Erathorn's mother slipped him a hastily scribbled note and sent him on the run to the school of julianos. She stayed behind to hold off the bandits. Erathorn was raised by the scholars until he was 18. In his ten years of study he was taught of all of the schools of magic as well as trained in the use of armor and weapons by the knights mentor captain who was a friend of his father. On his 18th birthday he decided the school of julianos was not a good choice to dedicate his life to. He left and traveled to skyrim finding work as a smiths apprentice and then a miner. When he was 22 he had Been a miner at left hand mind for 2 years he began to have dreams of helgen and a dragon attack. A very vivid dream. This persisted for months each night before he finally have in leaving the mine and using his savings to buy gear and head to helgen to investigate. (In this role play my character was not up for the headsmans block and finds helgen destroyed I did not role play the escape from helgen but picked up some miners clothes and a pickaxe and some coin and started my story at left hand mine outside of markarth) if you want to read more check out my ERATHORNS ROAD thread in fan fiction section


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