The chronicles of Salina Delvanni. Prolouge., Just a little prolouge and Teaser of my next fic. Options

[Tellie]

The Chronicles of Salina Delvanni. Prolouge.


So, you have come here to ask me a bunch of questions…well sit down then. Ah yes, you wish to know my story, well relax and be patient, this will take some time, as my story is a long one. I was born to my parents Sarin and Salvaynas Delvanni, you may have heard of my sister Telina, who is widely know through out Tamriel, but she is not the subject of this story. I was born ten years after my sister was taken from my parents, so that would be year 413 of the third era…yes you heard me right, I am that old. So here now I’ll tell you all about me.


Prolouge.

I was in my tower at Odai Platform, just finished after a hard days work…this was the year 428 of the third Era. My supper consisted of a few fried kwama eggs, and some deer meat, little did I know that it would be the last time in five years I would taste normal food. Having locked the door, and warded it, I went to have my (hopefully) normal dreamless sleep. Only this time, this time it was different, I was in a cell, number 1486924, but that had to be in Cyrodiil, how could I be in a Cyrodiilic prison.

At the cell opposite of me was another Dunmer, taunting me, until some men came, fully armoured, with an old man following them. There was some words exchanged that I didn’t remember, and then they opened up a door within my cell, telling me to follow. The next part is lost, bust I stood in a room with the old man, his warriors had gone to fight some assassins. Suddenly out from a hole in the wall jumped a red robed figure forth, and suddenly he had armour all over him, as if he had used a spell. He stabbed the old man, and then everything turned to blazing fires, and an empty blackness, and then I woke up.

It was the first dream I’ve had for years, and it worried me…I didn’t know who this man was, all I knew was that our fate was now bound together, I had to get to Cyrodiil, and be imprisoned. But first, I had to seek my sister out, she would know hat to do. I promptly dressed myself in a dark robe, and grabbed a dagger with me, and then I was on the way. Azura I hate boats, I thought as I emptied he bucket of vomit yet again. But with my sister being as careful as she was, teleporting into her tower in the middle of the night, could risk strong injuries, or possibly death, she had quite a bit of arsenal on strong spells, which I’d rather not have directed at me.

The boat that was due for Sadrith Mora, passed through Zafirbel bay, and I could faintly see shimmering lights to the west, my sisters stronghold of Tel Delvanni. I thanked the captain for the ride, before I jumped into the water, and landed safely on top of it…waterwalk is just so fun at times. Naturally, my sister was a great mage, I have never said that I was any superhero yet…so I did the mistake that many mages do when they walk on water, I forgot to focus on the spell. Spitting out salt water, and cursing myself for my lack of concentration, I stepped up on land, to dry my clothes a bit. The journey took far longer than I expected, due to a rather aggressive flock of cliffracers…Oblivion I hate those creatures. Finally I stood before the door to my sisters home.

I knocked, and waited, a little minute later my sister was standing there. Telina was as always a striking person, her long silvery hair, and intellectual eyes, spoke of a person of kindness, but also it gave an immediate feel that this was someone you’d rather not get on the wrong side of.

-“Sal….what are you doing here so late at night…please come in and get some warmth back in you”, she smiled. While I sat myself down, she got a clean (and thankfully dry) robe to me. –“So sis, what is that you were wondering one”, Telina smiled at me, giving me the usual feeling of being seen right through.

-“I-I’ve had this…nightmare, I was in prison, in Cyrodiil, and old man along with his guards come through my cell…I follow them, but in the end the man gets killed by assassin, and…the world end”!!!!

She looked at me for a bit, pondering. “If I’m not entirely wrong, I’d say you’ve had a premonition, the thing you saw is true, and you have to go to Cyrodiil right away, don’t worry, I have my contacts, if you remember the cell number, I can manage to get you imprisoned in the right cell”. She looked worry, like she knew just all too well what would happen, and it scared me when she looked at me like that, but the same time comforting, she knew I would do all right, if not she would have told me.

-“But about the ending of the world, that part is more true than you know, you have seen the gates of Oblivion, I have seen them as well in my dreams, if you fail, then we all fail…the daedra will invade the lands, spilling forth from the gates, but we have to keep it a secret, there is no chance in any way that people will believe us until it starts”.

So it was the gates of Oblivion I had seen, I thought that Tamriel and Oblivion was separated by extremely intricate and powerful barriers, but if Telina said that it was the gates she and I had seen, and that daedra would storm out of them, it was true. I gave her the cell number, and she sent me off into sleep. When I woke up again, I was chained to a wall, in an imperial prison, the cell, along with a letter from Telina.

Dear Salina, I’m sorry for what I did, but it had to be done, I have siphoned away your powers, so when you become released you will have to start from anew, it way seem hard right now, but it is necessary, necessary for your survival to have a fresh start. You have a long and hard time in front of you, so save your strength, you’ll need it.

From your dear sister, Telina Delvanni.

[Tellie]

A new update mainly for you mALX, but for the rest of you as well of course, enjoy.



"And so the pirate captain is dead and no one else in the crew died, though why no one can awaken them is curious, anyway you completed the mission with style that I have not seen in centuries, so it is with great pleasure that I give you the Black Band, it is a ring that should suit your needs dear sister, as well as your two hundred septim reward, come back to me should you need another contract", Vincente told me with a fanged grin.

I simply nodded at him as I allowed my small magical senses detect the enchantments on the ring. It appeared that the ring would enhance my skills with light armour and security as well as giving a small sense of magical resistance, pleased with my reward I decided to get some rest for my next contract.

A few hours once again found me sitting before Vincente who was sipping on a goblet with blood. "In Bruma there is an old Wood Elf called Baenlin, you are to kill him. Additionally if you manage to make it look like an accident and not kill his manservant Gromm you shall recieve a bonus as well. The easiest way to stage the accident would be after 8pm, since Baenlin always take a nap in his favourite chair at that time, and there just happen to be a very large minotaur head mounted on the wall directly over the chair, so if you manage to sneak in and cut the ropes it would look like an accident, after all some times ropes just don't hold if you follow me"? He said.

As always I gave him a slight nod before I quickly left his prescience I did not really like any members of the Brotherhood and especially not the centuries old vampire, besides I had some money to make. Fortunately the trip to Bruma was not too long and although it got quite cold in the end a small warming spell made sure that the cold did not bother me.

After entering Bruma I stopped the closest guard to gather some information. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I might find Baenlin good Sir? I have a parcel for him”.

The guard looked hastily around to make sure he wasn’t under watch. “Well lass, I’m a very lonely man…perhaps you could do something for me”.

While disgusted at his pathetic attempts at flirtation I spotted an opportunity. I stepped close to him so that my mouth rested near his ears. “Perhaps a few Septims for a drinking night at the inn would help you” I whispered in his ear as my left hand dropped a few coins into his hand…at the same time as my left slit a hole in his money pouch with my dagger, allowing me to collect a far greater amount than the one I’d given away to him.

“O-HO yeh have a sense of humour lass…I thank ye and shall indeed spend my hard earned coin at the inn tonight. Baenlin’s house be just east from here, follow the street to the end and turn left an ye’ll find his house somewhere up the street, there is a sign outside ‘is door so there’ll be no problems finding it”.

I smiled my thanks and left, happily placing the twenty-nine Septims into my own more discreet money pouch, and I had to grin as I heard him bellow in rage once he found out that he had been robbed blind. Still I quickened my pace, evidence or no Dunmer were often found ‘guilty’ in matters like these…after all ‘resisting arrest’ alone was enough for a thousand Septim fine or a month in the ‘most hospitable’ Imperial Jail Service, and strangely enough I had no real desire to check out more prison cells in the foreseeable future.

Still I eventually came to Baenlin’s house and after a few rounds I decided to take the way of the basement, and after a quick check to establish that I was undetected I dropped silently into his basement through a small broken window.

Once inside I proceeded with more caution and to my relief I heard the manservant Gromm talk to his master. “I’m going down to the Tavern for some supplies, after all it is not everyday your nephew has his birthday innit?”

“No it isn’t, very well, I’ll just sit here and relax in my chair while you’re out, we can finish my latest batch of memoirs later”.

I waited for a few more minutes and then slowly opened the door that led up to the ground floor of the house. Baenlin’s snores were a small comfort to me and I snuck quickly up to the second floor. The crawlspace Vincente had mentioned was disapprovingly easy to locate and open, and I nearly lost my lunch as my fine nose was assaulted by the foul reek of decaying flesh.

A rat had apparently managed to get into the crawlspace and died, therefore creating a most foul odour in the small room, still I could use it to my advantage. Fighting down my disgust I grabbed the rat by the head and methodically began to use it to chew through the rope holding the Minotaur head fastened to the wall. The sudden snap of the ropes followed by a meaty thud almost made me jump with the suddenness.

Discarding the rat I snuck downstairs and saw Bainlin lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor, and his head was disturbingly flat shaped. With a shrug I escaped from the way I came in. Once outside I went to the closest clothes vendor where I…’appropriated’ a travel worn dark green robe and hood. My new clothes served me well enough and I escaped the still angry guard without suspicion. Now I just had a small hike until I was back amongst the murdering cutthroats that called themselves my family…but sooner or later, preferably sooner their day would come and I would smile as I sentenced their souls to Oblivion.