15 Years - Chapter 9

Niran sulked forwards, walking down the well-paved main street of Skingrad. Kicking rocks that got in his way.

It had been two nights since that incident in the alley, and Faili had returned home to Balmora.

Niran kept telling himself to stop thinking about her, he had after all only known her for two days. Yet something wouldn't let him forget, let go.

He came to the armorer's shop and crept in again. The last few days he hadn't even bothered to visit, and take a look at what the armorer had to offer.

As he walked in, the small bell attached to the door let out a small ring. The man behind the counter turned around, nd ginned. His familliar greed once again showing.

"Back again, Niran. Maybe you'd like-" Niran cut the man off.

"No thanks, I'm just looking again." Niran said walking up to the ebony longsword in the window, still sulking.

The sun wasn't shining this morning, the sky was dark and dreary. It looked as if it would storm soon.

"They say a big storm is coming this way," The armorer said. "You should be getting on home now."

Niran turned around, and without a word he left the shop. As he did so, it began to rain. Only lightly.

However as Niran took another few steps, it started to come down harder. The rain was soon coming down in what seemed like sheets, as Niran ran home.

As he ran, Niran stumbled over a small crack in the brick road.

The same one, yet this time there were no gentle hands to help him to his feet.

Soaking wet and covered in dirt, Niran stood shakily up.

The rain showed no mercy of stopping, in fact you could say it came down harder.

Niran stood up and ran, the water terribly blurred his vision and he couldn't tell which direction he was headed.

His ran as fast as he could, right into a tree.

Ignoring his bleeding face, he moved around the tree as best as he could.

He had to find some shelter, find somewhere to go until the storm let up.

That house, it was just ahead.

Come on, hurry up.

This post has been edited by gamer10: Jul 27 2005, 05:57 PM

What a clumsy dude.

still good, keep it up!

Nce gamer, keep it up.. lol cause its helluva better then I can do

Very quick update, and good job! I'm still waiting for more details, though.

Well, the question that is in my mind is: Who's more moody--Faili or Niran? I think they are a match made in heaven.

I just caught the update, nice job...violent storms there eh?

Look out! A TORNADO IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

15 Years - Chapter 10

Niran kicked the door in frustration, no one was at home!

He moved down the side of the house to the window and peered in, it looked as if it had been deserted for several days.

Taking a step backwards and nearly slipping, Niran brought his boot up and gave the window a good kick. When it shattered he pushed the remaining pieces of glass down using his hand.

Which wasn't a good idea.

He winced as a small jagged piece cut through his palm but he didn't stop. When all the glass was off he climbed up on the sill and dove in through the window, landing on the floor. Right on top of the glass.

He let out a groan, and rolled over. The rain was now coming in through the window and onto him, washing some of the blood from his back down onto the floor.

He stood up and looked around the dim room, it was hard to see until the occasional lighting bolt struck.

Staggering over to a small chair, he slumped down. Leaning his head back, he fell asleep that way. Ignoring the pain in his hand and back.

Several hours passed . . . .

A hand took hold of Niran's shoulder, and shook him roughly.

Niran's eyes opened and darted from side to side, to see who was shaking him.

He looked up, and leaned back in fright, a large nord with an axe was standing directly in front of him.

The man, upon seeing Niran had awoken, pulled the young imperial from the chair. Forcing him to stand.

"What the hell are you doin, eh?" he asked with a glare.

Niran would have pointed out the obvious, however this Nord didn't look like he'd put up with sarcasm from a puny Imperial.

"Sir, well I was just sitting here-" Niran looked around at the damage he had caused, and was hesitant about finishing his statement and just making a run for it.

"I was just taking refuge from the storm sir?"

The Nord sneered, "Is that so, ya little vandal. Look at what you've done to my house."

Hut more like it, Niran thought suppressing a smirk.

He started to edge away, very slowly.

"Terribly sorry for that sir, however maybe you shouldn't leave your house during a storm. I daresay I wouldn't have broken the window with you present." he said, taking a glance at the door. It was now unlocked and he could make a run for it.

The man noticed Niran's feeble attempt at escape and grabbed him by the shoulder again, pulling him back and throwing him against the wall.

Niran's face Would have rammed into the wall, however he brought his hands up toguard himself. The Nord spotted Niran's quick defensive move, and ran at the Imperial giving his axe a good swing.

"Where I was raised there was a terrible punishment for those who had no respect for others property." The Nord spat angrily.

Niran dropped to the ground as the axe slammed into the wall, breaking a chunk of wood from it.

"Oh, I know the place you're speaking of. The mental ward, is it?" Niran asked in mock curiosity before rolling away from the Nord and jumping to his feet.

He quickly unsheathed his sword, and backed away towards the door.

"Oh no ya don't." The Nord said as he charged him again, but Niran just sidestepped it and held out a foot to trip the man.

"I must say that was rather easy," Niran said with a devious grin as the clumsy man fell over.

The Nord grunted angrily, and when he looked up Niran noticed he had a spooky smile on his face.

Niran raised an eyebrow, as he put his sword to the Nord's neck.

"You've lost, go on and admit it so I can get home."

At that moment Niran felt the presence of a sword at the back of his neck.

Wiping blood from his nose, the Nord sneered again.

"Okay I've lost, but he hasn't."



Niran dropped his sword to the ground and raised his hands, looking out of the corner of his eye to attempt a glimpse at his other attacker.

"That's right, now walk towards the door." The man said, giving Niran a push and keeping his sword at the Imperial's neck.

Niran stepped over the Nord lying on the floor, and slowly walked to the door.

When he got close, the second man pushed him out and closed the door.

Niran turned around.

"Huh," he said stretching his arms "I thought he was going to kill me or something."

Wait a minute, my silver longsword!

Niran dared himself to force his way back in and retrieve it, but thought better. The Nords would kill him, and besides they probably wouldn't come after him to pay damages for the house if they had a sword to sell and collect the money on.

He turned around, and walked slowly home.

When he opened the door, he noticed his own house to be empty. With a note on the table.

He picked it up, and scanned it through.

"Oh this is nice, you'll be back tomorrow will you?" Niran said with an exasperated sigh, setting the note back down on the table.

He was wet, and tired. Going upstairs he changed into a clean set of clothes and lay down on his bed.

His mother would definitely notice his missing sword, seeing as how it was passed down from his father.

Unable to sleep, he stood up and went outside.

The ground was still muddy from the rain, and his boots made strange sloshing noises as he took steps.

He glanced from side to side as he walked.



This post has been edited by gamer10: Aug 2 2005, 03:52 AM

Niran is sarcastic even when he thinks he could die...
I love how he taunts the Nord...*Applause*

Cool update, though it should have been longer.

Nice Update Gamer. Keep up the good work.

When I said "it should have been longer" I just wanted to read more - you didn't have to edit your post!

Well, another update probably won't come for several days. So again.

Oh you updated...Niran changed...and then went back outside...unexpected plot twist!
Just messing around, good job very interesting...*Applause*

Oooh.. this is good with another update, very well written so keep on writing..

Some good writing here- wonder if we might find out a little more about why Niran is so anti-social? (Breaking into houses, rude, etc.) The troubles with the young lady (elf) are understandable to anyone who has been 14..... (Or 40, for that matter).

Hey....nice update, it´s always nice to learn more about Niran.....since I´ve got to know him pretty well in the rp-thread.....

This update came after a longer break than usual. I might however, find time to write a chapter every weekend as I have now.

-Gamer10

Enjoy
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Niran's father had returned home not long afterwards, with a handsome pile of septims to throw around in whichever way he pleased. Upon noticing that his son's sword was missing, he quickly replaced it with a new one. Not even, it seemed, the slightest bit annoyed with the boy. Niran was joyed when his father returned home, because he brought home news of a new deal he struck with important traders in Morrowind.

The very first night of his fathers return wasn't the least bit relaxed, with a party thrown for him. His father had been absent a year, the longest period Niran had ever spent without him. It was that night that the his father questioned him on the various occurences during his absence.

"What did you think of the Dunmer?" he said, referring to Faili and her father's visit some time ago.

Niran pondered over what to say for a moment, before coming up with a suitable answer. "The visit was certainly a surprise father, I wonder why you did not tell me they were too visit."

His father frowned slightly. "Had I known they were too visit before I had left for Morrowind, then I would have informed you. However," He paused and accepted water from a servant who had brought it from the well. Niran's father, Amroth, did not drink. Niran like his father, ended up with a great dislike for alcohol.

"However." Amroth started again. "I had little idea that any visit was too occur until I met Rumil and his fine daughter Faili on the way to Balmora."

Niran nodded, as his father drank from the goblet of water. When he placed the goblet down, he used his sleeve to wipe his face before he continued. "What did you think of Faili? Her father told he had plans for the two of you too meet."

His father noticed Niran was hesitant upon deciding what to say. So he spoke for him. "Speechless eh? Yes, she isn't used to the kind of adventurous life you enjoy. She basically always had someone to carry her around."

Niran was about to interject and say that it had been no different, but decided better. His father was in a rather cheerful mood.


16 Years - Chapter 1

Breakfast went smoothly, without any complaining on the part of his sister. She was tired of the same old food over and over again, with the local restrictions on the food supply. He stuck his fork through some strange looking loaf of "bread", without a clue as to what it really was.

When finished, he stood up and pushed his plate forward. Exiting the room smoothly without even being excused, and it wasn't until several minutes had gone by that Amroth looked up and noticed his son missing from the table. He shrugged and started eating again.

Outside, Niran paced to the back of the house. Right in front of a little target he had set up. Drawing his Ebony longsword, he swung it clumsily at the target, which was positioned on a crudely made dummy. His silver sword had been heavy, but it was nothing compared to the weight of this Ebony one. He nearly fell forward, and had to lean against the dummy to stop himself from collapsing into the dirt.

Several moments later, he was standing straight again and swinging his sword as best he could at the now "dummy". For it no longer had any resemblance to that of a human whatsoever.

A minute of this had gone by when his mother called him from the door.

"Hurry up Niran, or you'll be late too school." She shouted sternly, walking back into the house and closing the door.

His school equipment was already at the small academy downtown. So, without another moments hesitation, he sheathed his sword and ran off down the road.

The academy was a medium sized building of two levels, one for boys and the other for girls. Speaking of girls, Niran hoped he wouldn't run into Selvia(he was starting to realise that teasing her in first standard hadn't been a very good idea, it seemed that she was stuck on the prospect of getting revenge for all the times he mocked the way she would dress.) He turned the corner of a street nearing the school and as usual, ran into bad luck.

"Why hello, Niran."

"Uh hi Selvia, would you mind moving out of my way. I'm rather in a hurry now, I'll be late for school."

Instead of moving, she stepped forward and attempted to grab his sword from it's sheath, failing miserably.

"Nice try, but it's ebony." He told her, pushing her to the side in order for him to pass. "See you later." Then he added under his breath, "Hopefully not."

Upon reaching the school, he reached out a hand to pull open the double doors, and entered. The halls were deserted, for boys were on the first level and classes for them had already begun, it was not till an hour later that the girls would start school.

Darting down the hall, he turned swiftly and entered his homeroom, where his teacher was in the middle of explaining a god called Mara. Niran, after receiving a stern glance from the instructor, took a seat farthest back. The teacher muttered on about Mara, but Niran didn't listen at all. He was exceptionally bright, just not in this particular field. For he didn't find much interest in worship.

At the end of class the teacher summoned Niran to the front of the room as the rest of the students piled onto the next class, Niran very reluctantly came forward.

"Late again, what is your excuse this time." He said, rubbing his hands together and smirking.

"Mr. Cular, you know the punishment for being late to the very first class of the day. This class is mine and I will punish you as I see fit."

Niran glared at the instructor, who continued to smirk back.

"Remove that look from your face immediately Niran, or I shall have to remove myself. Rather, I could use a spell to freeze it in place. That would be nice, wouldn't it. You wouldn't even be able to move your mouth, and ramble on about nonsense, and how the gods are unimportant as you usually do. You're idiot of a father didn't teach his son respect for the divines as he should have."

This was too much for Niran, and he swung his fist at the instructors face. Never would he allow anyone to insult his father, after he had donated so much to this school.

That chapter was really good, lots of emotion...I do hope you can update when school is hectic.

Nice Gamer. Awesome emotion.

Niran certainly seems to have a great deal of anger...of course, I seem to recall that I did, too, at that age. Good update.