Forever Unwanted., The story of Adatoriel the Bosmer. Options

[ureniashtram]

Well, another fan-fic created by me. Comments and crits are welcome.


Intro:

As I walked along the dirty and scarred streets of Bravil, I noticed the occasional fight inside The Lonely Suitor Lodge. After a few minutes of watching the senseless fighting and shouting, a big nord who I presumed to be the useless bouncer, finally broke up the fight.

I continued My way towards the Archer`s Paradox where Daenlin awaits. I slowly walked towards the door, when suddenly a violet-cloaked figure exited the shop. Our eyes met, and I noticed that she was Breton.

Her face was beautiful, like a pure Aedra, and her hair was fiery red, neck long. Her eyes were that of venomous green, like a serpent`s poison. She smiled when she saw me, and left. I blushed at the thought of a possibly noble breton smiling at a lowly bosmer like me.

After that, I entered the shop to see Daenlin examining some arrows made from unknown origin.

"Ahh, Adatoriel, you`re here. I hope you have the package from Irdamil." he asked, while still examining the unknown arrows.

"Yes, I got them. But Irdamil demands more payment so he can create the next batch of bows, master." I simply said while staring at the arrows. It seems it was made of ebony, due to the ashen look of it.

"Never mind that dumb fetcher, Adatoriel. He wants more gold, despite that the quality of his wares are poor. But I found a new distributor that is good for business. That distributor hails from High Rock, you probably met her on your way here."

The old bosmer said this while opening the package I`ve handed to him.

"Well, you did good my apprentice. Go get some sleep, you look tired. Tomorrow will be a busy day for our shop!" yelled the old bosmer cheerily.

After the conversation with my master, I headed out for Suitor lodge for some dinner. As I entered however I noticed the Breton girl I`ve met before holding the hilt of a curved blade. I also noticed a drunken nord holding an iron dagger. A fight no doubt.

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Chapter 1: A New Life For A Half-Elf


As I stood at entrance of the Inn, I saw the drunken nord charge towards the breton I encountered. Perhaps some entity possessed me or I felt something towards breton, because I foolishly unsheated my dagger and throwed it at the drunken nord`s throat... and it hit him. I was mortified of what I have done, and after a few minutes of people starring at the dead nord, they went back of what their doing like nothing happened. The breton, too, seems disturbed by the reaction of the people here in Bravil.... A bunch of cold people.... I murmured to myself. After that I took a sit, ordered a cup of ale, and tried to wash away my regrets with it.

"I suppose you have my thanks uhh, bosmer" Her voice is so pure like her face. Well, I should not be suprised considering her confused with my appearance, `cause I`m tall like an average imperial. See, my family heritage is kinda mixed.

It started with my ancestor being bosmer marrying an altmer, and their offspring married a dunmer and their offspring married a redguard. It`s so confusing really, that when we have a family reunion, we almost have members of any race, save the beast folk. A rather screwed-up family, really.

"Well, I`m just doing a gentleman`s job. I mean, who would not help a rather beautiful woman, such as yourself, to the mercy of tha-" I suddenly realised what I just said. I was so embarrased that I closed my eyes slowly, wishing this conversation never started. As I wished that I never that said that sentence, I heard a chuckle.

I turned towards her and she was smilling. We stared at each other for minutes and I could see that she was blushing, and after that, she ordered the most expensive wine in the Inn for two people. The orc proprietor smiled a wide grin and happily gave her a Tamika westweald wine 399 that`s worth atleast 80 septims. Nonetheless, she payed and turned towards my direction.

"My name is Dalriene, care to join me with these wines?" After hearing these words I almost fell off my chair. Her voice is so pure like Nature itself was calling to me, with a bit of an accent though.

"M-my na-name i-i-is Adatoriel, pleased to meet you." I simply said. Some of you maybe wondering why I`m so nervous about talking to women. I got some bad memory about them, but that`s another story.

"Likewise! Come, let us drink." She happily said this while pouring out some wine onto a wineglass. After that, we drank that two bottle until it`s empty. I then fell from my chair,just trying to clear my blurred vision. After that, I ordered a glass of water so I can soothen my senses. The only thing that I remembered before passing out is that Dalriene handing me a bottle of water.