The cursed blood., Chapter 1: The celebration. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, this is my next fan fic. Know that I don't have the whole storyline thought out yet, so it might become a bit messy.

Also, it takes place approximately 2 years after the events of Oasis.


The cursed blood.

Chapter 1: The Celebration.

Seas around Vvardenfell.

Slowly, the ship drifted amongst the waves. The only sign of life were the torches burning on the bow and stern. Or was that all? No. At the bow one man stood, gazing at the sky. He was old, with long flowing hair as white as snow. He stood there like a statue, only moving on his heels to compensate for the boat’s movements.

A High Elf opened the door and looked over the deck. There was the man he’d been looking for. He took a quick glance at the sky and sighed. Then, he moved over to join the old man.

,,In a few nights, the moons will be full again.” He said. The Old man remained silent. Finally, after two long minutes, he spoke.
,,You know I don’t fear the servants of the moon.”
The High Elf touched an amulet hanging around his neck, lost in deep thought. The amulet was beautifully crafted and looked just like the moon.

,,I know, how could I forget? I was merely speaking to myself.”
,,Yes, so I noticed. We should reach the island before the moon is full. It has been a long time. Perhaps you should join the hunt once more.” The old man said.

,,I will think about it. We are drinking a bottle of whine below deck. If you like you may join us.” With those words, the High Elf left.

The old man however, remained behind. He didn’t go downstairs and instead waited till he saw the land appear on the horizon. The land had called him and he realized he had much to do with only little time. He smiled at the thought. It had been many years since he had last worried about not having enough time at his disposal.
,,So we’ll meet again, old friend.” He muttered and finally joined the people below deck.

Venim Manor.
The room looked as if a tornado had passed through it. Actually, that was exactly what had happened, with the only difference that the tornado was made out of two people rather than wind. One of the two was a Redguard who wielded her sword with precision, making sure that not a single movement was wasted. Her opponent, was different. Much younger, the Dunmer girl fought with the enthusiasm and unlimited stamina of youth.

The two went back and forth as their swords clashed over and over. In the end, the Dunmer girl got the upper hand and forced the Redguard against the wall. She smiled as she prepared to land the final blow. Her sword hit the wall instead of the Redguard who had dove around the blade and was now behind the Dunmer. Instead of feeling her sword hit the Redguard, the Dunmer felt the tip of a sword on her own neck.

,,Not bad, mylady. For a moment, I really thought I had much work to do. Most mainland people aren’t very experienced.” The Redguard said and smiled.
,,Admit it, you were worried that you were going to lose for a moment.” The Dunmer replied.
,,Now don’t go too far with your pride. Your technique still needs a lot of work and it will take a while before I can truly call you a warrior.”
The Redguard took the two swords and returned them to their weaponrack, after putting the rack back in the position it stood in before it was knocked over.

There was a polite knock on the door and after a few seconds, a Dunmer entered the room.
,,Tsk, are you busy again.” The man said and shook his head.
,,I know I can’t stop you from doing this, Jana. But please, don’t go challenging people to duels in the middle of the night. You two are keeping everyone awake with all that noise.”
The man continued with a smile that took the sharpness out of his words. He then turned to the Redguard.

,,So Neminda, how is she?”
,,Not too bad, but not too good either.” The Redguard responded. She didn’t knew what to think. Maybe it was stupid for her to have gone along with the idea of the young Dunmer, but that enthusiasm was simply contagious.

Athus Mirhtri had recently arrived from the mainland and taken residence in Venim manor. He was a high-ranking member of House Redoran but also a man who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the house. The biggest problem that most people had with him was the fact that despite being in a House that demanded of its members that they knew how to fight, he’d never held a weapon in his entire life.

,,I see. Could you, teach her a few tricks perhaps? That should keep her satisfied and out of trouble. But not before the sun rises.” Athus turned around to leave.
,,By the way, your dress for the celebration just arrived. You might try it on to see if it fits. But first, go take a bad.” He said and walked out.

[DarkHunter]

Yay! *does a odd dance* it's your.... oh forget it.

[jack cloudy]

Last one. I am already thinking of my next story. Maybe it will be a crossover with X-com. I'd love to see what happens when one Flying Suited, Heavy Plasma carrying soldier gets stuck in Tamriel.




Snowhawk.

The Nord entered the inn a bit hesitant. The place was small, dirty and filled with the lowest type of people you could find in the city. Still, it was the last inn he hadn’t checked and what did his lord say? ,,Yer gonna get that package to the right people or we’ll send ye as a gift to the vampires.”

The Nord shook his head. They’d all seen the brilliant light in the distance and some had even been brave enough to go look for the cause of it. The silvery mountain the vampires had lived in was gone, not even a single small puddle remained. So the threat of his lord was empty, though there were plenty of alternative punishments. With a sigh, he entered the inn while he kept one hand on the handle of his axe and another on the package.

He brushed aside a few drunkards and made his way to a small table in a corner of the room. He’d already seen his target. Two Dunmer, an Altmer and a Redguard. The chance of finding two groups like that was very small. He dropped the package at their table and made sure he got out . Once outside, he made his way to a cleaner inn where he could have a drink of his own.

Athus picked the package up with his remaining hand. He seemed to be the only one who was sober enough to even notice the whole thing. He tore it open and two blood-red amulets rolled onto the table together with a letter. Athus quickly pocketed the two expensive looking amulets before anyone could steal them. He then picked up the letter and began to read.

To my friends, no names required.

I’ve written this letter during the night after the Silver Eye clan attacked the sanctuary. I dropped it off at the post office in Cyrodiil. If everything is fine, the package should arrive at Snowhawk in a few days.

In case I am unable to intercept it, this package should come into your hands. I would like to inform you that I have decided to leave this plane after my business with the Silver Eye has been resolved. I plan to visit a few old friends who must have become very old indeed during my absence. As such, don’t wait for me to come back. I am not good at farewells and I’d prefer to leave when no one is watching. I am sure that there will be no problems while the sanctuary is rebuilt.

Finally, there should be two amulets inside this package. I made them recently since there will be a need for them. I have used one myself for a long time and there have been no complaints so far. The enchantment on the amulets is quite complex but the results are simple to understand. In short, the amulet will feed a vampire constantly which means that said vampire will no longer have to rely on blood to remain in a fed condition.

Don’t worry about me or Tamriel. During the time I was on the Elder Council and wrote part of the Elder Scrolls, I’ve seen my future. Tamriel shall face an invasion from Oblivion within a few years but the day shall be saved by a hero. As for me, my end shall not come underneath the mountain. I have seen myself hiding underneath a shell of Living Steel to avoid the sun, but I haven’t seen my death.

To end this letter, I say goodbye till the next time we meet.

Aureus Lucis, Wanderer.

Athus slowly reread the letter again before putting it away. So Aureus was alive. He took out the amulets and hung one around the neck of his sleeping daughter while the other one ended up around his own neck. He felt the rejuvenating powers of the amulet throughout his body.
,,One Flin, please.” He ordered and smiled.

Outside the city, an Imperial stood on a nearby hill. He looked at the lights of the city below him and smiled.
,,Tamriel is a good place but for now, I must depart. Goodbye, my friends.” He muttered. He looked down at the sword in his hand. The ghostly blade of the weapon lit up for a moment with the image of a mountain before coming to rest again. He slowly returned the weapon to its sheath and turned around. He stretched out one hand and Magicka began to flow from his fingers in a complex pattern.

The Magicka swirled around through the air and began to take the shape of a ring. The air inside the ring became darker till it was pure black. Then, the process reversed and the air became pure white. Finally, the insides of the ring seemed to vanish and the sight of a strange land took its place. The air flowing from the ring was warm and pure. The man took one last look at the city of Snowhawk before stepping through the ring and entering the new plane. Behind him, the ring collapsed on itself and disappeared in a small shower of sparks.

The End.

[The Metal Mallet]

Well that makes me eat my own words a little bit. It's neat that Aureus still survives afterall.

A strong finish to a strong Fan Fic. I can't wait to see your next project!

[mplantinga]

An exciting end indeed. I've enjoyed reading this story; I'm glad to finally see how it ends but I'm sad to see that it is over. I hope that you will grace us with another story in the future.

[Agent Griff]

So the story has ended. I loved your story, I might even say that it was better than Oasis but I'm not sure. It was a little short though for my preferences, Oasis was longer. So ends the latest adventure of "Repul Dakla" I still remember when I told you that the name was pretty lame.

I liked how Aureus calmly predicted: "Tamriel shall face an invasion from Oblivion within a few years but the day shall be saved by a hero." it was as if he said: "the lawn shall get all messed up but some guy will come with a lawn-mower and take care of it."