Riden Snowe's Journal of Cyrodiil, What happens when Riden embarks to Cyrodiil after 10 years in service? Options

[DarkZerker]

This is my first Oblivion fan fiction ever so...please help me get better at TES writing? I'm a natural writer in normal topics but not fan fictions. This story will be have references to Midas Magics and Bladesong. Along with some weapon mods and an armor mod.

Chapter One, Beginning

I was positioned at the hilltops for another assault on a fort taken over by marauders over near Skyrim. I sighed as nearly a hundred Legion soldiers charged head first, not caring for their safety. The marauder archers made quick work of any would be heroes. I held my hand up, waiting for an opportunity to unleash our barrage of spells.

I motioned my platoon to let loose. I myself cast a very powerful spell that unleashes a giant fireball that plumes up. I believe it's called Aurum Nuclear blast. The resulting barrage of spells caused the marauders on the top of the fortress to either die by spells or jump from the fire and die.

Either way, due to my platoon, we emerged victorious. Now then, about me and my platoon.

My parents are both deceased but they left me some valuable things. Firstly, my father was of the Imperial Legion. He fought for good. He kept trying to hammer that into my head but the absent term of Good and the biased term of evil is foreign to me. But anyways...my mother was an alchemist of no small talent. She could cook up potions left and right within a single day. I was more inclined to the teachings of my mother, who taught me various alchemical tricks and even how to create poisons when I was old enough. Although my father did teach me many things about the blade, some that even saved my life.

My father was killed by a band marauders on a particular raid. Due to his death, my mother started to become overly paranoid. She stopped alchemy and went for the more powerful and dangerous magics. It's known as Midas Magics or Spells of Aurum. For over five years, she taught me every spell there was. But after I learned all the spells, she started to go insane from all the alchemy she had to do to produce the spells. In a year, she died from the alchemical poisoning of the spells. But before she died, she gave me a family sword. Gwilth, a light blue Katana with daedric magics carved into the blade.

About me? I'm an Imperial purebred since both my parents were Imperials. I'm trained in many different techniques of both the blade and magics. My name is Riden Snowe. A very unusual name but I like it and I'll stick to it. I have a very exotic armor called Tyrael Armor. It's beautifully carved from ebony and enchanted to make it very durable. You would think that I'm part of the Mage's Guild right? Well absolutely not. I hate the Mage's Guild and wish to see it destroyed.

When my mother was teaching me Midas spells, she was verbally abused by many of the Mage's Guild for teaching a child unorthodox magics. That is until she got tired of it and turned one of them into a sheep.

Ugh, I'm rambling. Well now, about my platoon. The Imperial Legion was more than happy to make the magics I practice legal outside the Mage's Guild so long as I helped them. At first it was just giving support to the troops on the ground but now...I lead my own siege platoon. All of them are experienced mages but none were taught the Midas Magics because personally, I don't trust any of my idiot comrades to wield such magics.
Fan fiction end. I know it's bad but it's the beginning and well...this is my first.

[DarkZerker]

Alright, here I go for part two...I'm trying my best at integrating what you all said and well here's my real first chapter. Riden goes home...and gets attacked by pirates...Oh and the overpowered thing, well yeah...he looks overpowered to most Cyrodiil fighters but not at all to people like Hannibal Traven or say...A Daedra master or Mannimarco.

REAL Chapter One

It's been a year since my first entry. I was called to the General's office today. I sat down, trying to keep up a neutral face. One of the General's maids just said, "He'll be right with you Riden."

'Yeah...right with me...' I thought, 'Been probably over ten minutes since she said that.'

I looked around once more, analyzing my surroundings. The walls were draped with beautiful curtains and the roof had a very nice mosaic pattern of something nobody really cares to think what it really is.

The red doors creaked open and General Damascus stepped in, still wearing the modified version of the Palace Guard armor, made of mostly silver and ornamented with gold plates.

He spoke warmly, "Well Riden, you've helped us eradicate all but a couple fortresses of potential threats to the empire and not to mention you're a pretty darn good Mage."

I kept my neutral face, "Why did you bring me here?"

The general laughed like a drunk Nord, "Straight to the point as always. Well you're being honorably discharged. I know that you've grown very weary of using your magics all the time and think of it as a nice little thank you."

I nodded feeling very happy to relax back at the Imperial City, where I belong.

"There will be a coach to pick you up and bring you back to the Imperial City in a couple hours."

I nodded again and saluted him, "Thank you sir. What about you?"

The General looked out a small window behind him, revealing the snowy cold of Bruma, "Me? I'll be finishing up here and heading up to Skyrim, near the Norrian plains."

I stood up and saluted him once more before returning to my quarters.

Just like Damascus said, a old but powerful coach stood before the gates of the Imperial Fortress. I climbed on and sat down on a pretty uncomfortable bench inside. The driver closed the wooden door and hopped on his seat. The coach started moving and the horses hooves thundering started to tire me out.

When I woke up, the scenery had changed drastically. The cold snowy mountainside was replaced by the White Gold tower shooting up from a huge white marble wall. The Imperial City! I happily remembered the good times I had here, from my first lessons on magic by my mother, my mastery of Midas' magics, and my recruitment into the Imperial Army. I looked upon a large bridge, connecting the small town of Weye to the main city.

My happy trip down memory lane was soon cut short as ten men were charging straight for our coach. The Imperial Guard was nowhere to be seen and the driver was busy running away. I leaped out of the coach and started running, knowing that I couldn't stand a chance without causing severe destruction to the homes and people in Weye.

The attempt of escape was useless as the ten men immediately surrounded the coach and me. I looked at their clothing, just worn out pants, basic prison shirts, and a bandanna. 'Pirates...easy kills,' I thought.

One of them advanced, holding his hand out to signal an attack. He was much better dressed than the rest and clearly thought I was a posh noble with little to no fighting strategies. He laughed, "Look what we have here boys! New blood," he chanted, then turning his attention back on me, "Listen kid, you're surrounded but all we want is some loot so hand everything you have over."

I started to look up and came up with various options. I had no gold and I didn't want to fight all of them head on. I finally settled on one.

I called to who I presumed was the leader, "Hey you! Yeah, I guess you need an entire band to fight a feeble weakling like me."

He turned around and eyed me with a mixture of rage and curiosity. I got ready to defend myself when he laughed, "Alright little boy! I'll fight you one on one!"

He drew a very long iron sword with dents and cracks from lack of maintenance. The man then charged at me with full strength. Using all my strength, I dodged the blow and managed to take hold of the hilt of the sword. He tried to shake me off but with a small kick, he fell to the ground. The sword was mine.

He growled and sent three men to fight me and he ran. I readied my sword as one of them charged at me with brutality but lacking skill. Heaving a large claymore above his head, he brought it down with all his might. I easily circled around him while he was pulling out the claymore and slashed it across his neck. He fell immediately.

The other two started to lose morale and tried to hide back in the crowd. The leader of the band returned with a silver cutlass and took a defensive stance. I also took a defensive stance, both of us circling one another. At that moment, one of the villagers that was hiding yelled out of the window of the inn, "Use your spells! It's fine!"

I sighed and hoped for the best. The band leader got tired of waiting and charged into battle with his new sword. I dodged and focused a good portion of my magical energy into a single blast. Then with a single shot, lightning released out of my hand and into the pirate. He flew up and fell face flat, twitching before going completely still. The lightning started to ignite the dirt road before a villager quickly doused the flames from the inn with a bucket of water.

The rest of the pirates, demoralized at what they saw left immediately. It was already sunset and I knew it wouldn't be enough time to make it so I rented a room at the inn in Weye. Well here's to the First of Last Seed. Time for harvest for all the smaller cities and a time for all the residents to celebrate. How did I celebrate? By beheading a man and shocking a man. Well that's life for a pirate. You kill and steal and get killed by a guy with nothing but some advanced spells and blade tactics.

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So what do you guys think. Oh and by the way, Midas will have a little duel with Riden, a friendly one but just to show you guys that Riden isn't overpowered. Heck I think Midas is overpowered in my game...

Happy now Acadian? There, I separated it.

This post has been edited by DarkZerker: Jul 14 2010, 06:16 PM