Story of Soran Prelude:Flight of the shadow., my first fanfic Options

[tymestrike]

Story of Soran: Prelude:Flight of the shadow.


This is my story it may not be how you would have done it but it's how I did. I was born in a small village near the border to Morrowind. Dispite what I would have liked at the time I never visted Vvardenfell. If you haven't guessed already I am a Dunmer or Dark Elf as we are known mostly in Cyrodiil.

At the young age of 20 I was thrown in the Imperial Prison for attempted murder. I know it was silly but I wanted to join the Dark Brotherhood. Upon reflection I suppose I could have picked a less well gaurded first kill. I tried to kill a member of the Imperial city watch while he slept. I would have killed him if he hadn't woken up when I drew my blade. At the time of my imprisonment I was unmarried and I remain that way till now.

Before I continue, understand that I can not for ANY reason tell you any secrets if I am to remain alive. I feel I am safely hidden but with my history you can never know. Enough of my past you are probaly wonder who in Oblivion I am by now and I shall tell you, my name is Soran.

*Warning from this point on the story will be told from the first person veiwpoint this is my first try at a fanfic so any criticism is welcome. If you want to help me by pointing out mistakes like slipping from first to third or present to past or grammar go right ahead. I am also in need of someone to read over my stories before I post them*

"This place is horrible," I thought to myself, "couldn't they atleast buy a cat to eat these rats? Hmmm, no, the rats would eat the cat.".

I rolled out of my bed and looked around the cell for the first time in a week. It was very sparcely frunished a table, cheap pitcher and cup, stool and the remains of its last occupent.

"I must have offended someone high up in the imperial watch. The normal punishment is no more than three days," I continued to think while paceing back and forth back and forth.

"Hey kinsman!" someone called

"What?" I hollered, quickly pulling myself back to the present.

"I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in ages." The person called back.

I realized that the stranger was in the cell across from mine so I walked up to the bars to see them.

"Where you from? Vvardenfell?" he continued, steping out of the shadows of his cell.

"No I was born here in Cyrodiil." I said to him.

"Have a wife back home? Tell you what I'm getting out in a few weeks and when I get back home to Morrowind I'll look her up." He said with a sneer while ignoreing my response.

I turned around and walked away seeing how he was just wanting to be insulting. I sat down at the table to think some more.

"HEY prisoner!" I heard shouted at me like they had said it two or three times already.

I looked up to see someone in full heavy armor at the door to my cell.

"Yes?" I called back.

"Stand by the wall next to the window or we will kill you." he said.

That got my attention I hurriedly stood where he told me to.

He unlocked the cell door and walked right up infront of me and told me to stay there. Behind him were three more people, two more in the same style of armor and one who looked familier dreesed in very rich looking robes. It was this man who looked right at me and got a shocked expression across his face.

"I know you." he said as he walked closer.

"Let me see your face." he said, so I looked up, "You are the one from my dreams." at this point his face got a really sad look to it and he mumbled "Then the stars were right and this is the day." Now he looked towards the heavens outside the window and said "Gods give me strength."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am your emperor. Uriel Septim. By the grace of the gods I serve Tamriel as her ruler. You are a citizen of Tamriel and you to shall serve her in your own way." Uriel replied.

"Why am I still in jail?" I asked.

edit: fixed some spelling at cleared a few points i thought needed it.

This post has been edited by tymestrike: Apr 10 2006, 08:12 PM

[tymestrike]

Story of Soran Prelude: Flight of the Shadow
Well I'm back sorry about the long time between updates but my computer just about gave up the ghost trying to run Oblivion so I have built a new one (specs in sig) but enough preface here is The Story of Soran Prelude: Flight of the Shadow part 6

Traps. Why did it have to be traps. Well there is the trip wire and where is the rest of it... I thought looking over the scene carefully. There is the goblin, if it sees a intruder it's gonna run over the wire and away from the trap. I looked up to the ceiling of the small room. Ah there it is, hmmm those are gonna hurt if I get hit by one guess I just have to avoid getting hit then.

Slowly releasing the breath I was holding I pull out a vial of poison and proceed to use my own spit to make it into a thick paste. Well this isn't the way I was planning on using this but it will do for now I thought as I spread the paste over the tip of one of my arrows. Making sure to use up all the poison in the vial and slip it back into my pack to be cleaned out and reused later. Notching the arrow to the bowstring I draw it back and step out from behind my cover next to the wall. Taking aim I let it fly at the goblin. Hit, please hit.. *Twump* Yes! ... Wha? Why isn't it dead? Quickly drawing and notching another arrow I let it fly and the goblin falls dead. Note to self, make better poisons.

Stepping forward the bottom of my bow brushes against the trip wire breaking it. I hear it snap and look up. By Sheogorath's Teeth! Dodging to my left the center cylinder passes me without harm but then the left hand one starts to swing toward me looking around quickly I jump left as the trap reaches me and just barely make it onto the ledge as the cylinder speeds through the spot my chest and head were in just a half second before. By Oblivion im not normally this careless. I must be tired. I'm going to need a spot to rest for a hour or two. Hmm, this ledge continues on into some deep shadows over there that should be a good enough spot to take a light rest, very very light rest. Slinking over to the shadows I curl up with my back against the wall and my armor still on and drift off for a hour or so.

Ahh much better. I thought as I woke up to the absolute silence I fell asleep to. Checking my armor and bags for anything that is missing or stolen. Ha goblins stealing from me? They wouldn't know stealth if it bit their heads off. Getting up I stretch out my limbs and warm up my armor to help prevent creaking of cold leather. I stretch first my right leg and all the joints that involved, then my left leg, then I bend over and touch my toes. Twisting my torso around I feel the leather loosening up and then I stretch my arms out in every direction. Finally I work the kinks out of my neck. going through the stretches again I make sure that the armor is warmed up at the joints and I'm ready to continue.

Sneaking forward I approach the doorway near the fire and quickly duck inside and out of the firelight. It's a long hallway with darker shadows on the left side. Hugging those shadows I find that they hide a second passage so I divert down that trying to sneak past anything that might cause me troubles later. What is that? I thought as the firelight's flickering shows a chest on a table and the glint of metal next to it.

Slinking toward the table I feel for the metal and find a small dagger-like object and a gold coin. Hmm I can use these. I thought as I moved back to the chest feeling along the front of it for the lock I found the same odd bumps again. These have to be some way to identify the complexity of the lock. Lets see here, ok only one bump so its a simple lock. Quickly breaking it open I pull out the arrows and lockpicks I feel inside of it and leave the torches. Rubbing my hands together to get blood flow back into them I feel something warm and wet on them. Odd lets check this out in the firelight. Slipping around behind the fire back the way I came I look at my hands and see little cuts from feeling around in the box. Ouch I must have cut myself on those arrows. I need to get some gauntlets soon if im going to keep digging around in dark chests, because my luck of not finding poisoned arrows or other nasty things inside one of these chests will run out sooner or later and I don't want to risk it. Slipping back around to the chest I follow the wall and see six logs stacked on top of each other.

Wouldn't take much to knock those over Peering around the corner I see a pair oif goblins right in the way of the logs. Oh my. Drawing a arrow I fire at the log in the front causing it to shift the little bit needed to send the entire pile rolling down the slope and over the goblins. Well that worked much better than I thought it would. Moving down the slope careful not to bump the logs I find the goblin furthest back is still alive, but only just, the logs are slowly crushing it's ribcage. Grabbing one of it's horns I turn it's head to the side and take the arrows from it's quiver. HA! Letting the stupid thing die a slow death would be nice but I can't afford the risk of it getting loose. I reach down and pick up the dagger that is on the ground and drive it through the thing's temple killing it instantly. I continue moving forward and I hear the sqweaking of rats in the darkness of the next tunnel. Oh great just what I need more rats.