Riden's NEW Journal of Cyrodiil, The new version since my old one got wiped from my computer T_T Options

[DarkZerker]

Um so here I am. I was going to say one month but what the heck, I just started up Oblivion since my Oblivion save file and all my Microsoft Word files were wiped. Thank god I had both my Fallout 3 fan fiction saved on a USB so does my Oblivion ASSASSIN save file.

This is the new Riden Snowe as my new thumbnail and signature suggests. This was actually my first real roleplaying type character. An assassin based off the "Assassin's Creed" games(at least the armor and hidden blade). Since I have better writing skills, it will be better. Bladesong rewrite! Annoying but what the heck.

Chapter One, Corruption is the root of my money.

I looked down at my latest contract given to me by the corrupt Count Regulus of Bravil. Sipping some tea in the local tavern, I readied my weapons. As usual, the target was very paranoid. I couldn't get a good look on the man's face but during one of my stakeouts on a bench nearby, it was clear that he was an Argonian.

I sighed at the Count's racism to beastfolk but shrugged it off, the pay will be amazing. The Argonian started running and I raised an eyebrow.

Behind him were three people in armor flanking him. The Argonian stopped and started talking to them calmly. I didn't get a single word but it was clear what he wanted them to do, Attack anybody following him.

With a grumpy huff, I climbed my way up on the housetops and started following him from above. Even then, I had a few close calls as the man's bodyguards looked up occasionally. I had probably followed him for an hour before the bodyguards left. I got out my secret weapon, the Hidden Blade.

I jumped down a couple feet behind him. As I crept up, the bodyguards started to return. Noticing me, they yelled to the man, "Usheeja! Behind you!" But it was too late. I sank my knife in his throat and laid him down peacefully. I took off running with three very angry bodyguards behind me.

They were pretty determined to kill me. I spent probably a good thirty minutes trying to avoid them before I was boxed into a corner. One of the men swung his battle axe like a madman trying to make contact with me. After the display of madness, I realized that these guards were very unskilled.

Another one with a hammer rushed and came down at me with all his strength. With quick footing, I barely dodged the heavy lump of steel. With the huge power came a long recovery time. Enough for me to slash with my trusty sword, Gwilth. He fell while the other two guards started to question if attacking me was a good idea.

The one with the battle axe charged at me and slashed. Obviously not learning from his comrade, I jumped back and rushed forward with Gwilth. With a thrust, he also fell. The last one with the sword was smart enough to run. Feeling generous, I let him go.

After a small trek through the streets of Bravil, I headed to the castle. The guards immediately stopped me before the Count nodded to let me through. I whispered, "It's done."

The Count nodded and tried not to smile. He grabbed my arm and handed me a pouch with a letter in it. I greedily snatched the pouch and left. When I was safely back at the tavern, I opened the pouch. Inside was a huge pile of gold and a letter sitting on top of the mound. I grabbed the letter and started to read it.

Dear Riden Snowe,
I'm very happy to hear word of your success. I have no more contracts for you and the Dark Brotherhood is after my head since I'm contracting a rogue assassin instead of them. If you have any friends, I'll be more than willing to pay you an extra five hundred gold to bring them here to guard me. Oh and have fun with the 1000 gold I gave you.

Your client, Count Terentius

I smiled at the gold and threw out the letter to keep the "where did you get that gold" question a mystery. The gold weighed me down a bit but it didn't stop me from packing up my weapons and venturing back to the Imperial City, my base of operations.
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Yeah yeah, Kinda redundant and a bit short. Not to mention that the whole "Imperial City" thing was from my last story.

My roleplaying is pretty standard when it comes to the first chapter of my story or in game. I rushed QUITE A BIT. Took me a good 20 minutes to finish off this. Not long...

Remember to Read and Review. R&R

[DarkZerker]

Chapter 5! I’m writing this because it’s really hot outside even though its night and I got nothing better to do. Let’s go!

Acadian: No, Tess didn’t see Riden before the shop…or did she? No…she most likely didn’t.
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Chapter 5, Thomak fails at being a Doctor.
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As planned, the four of us split up. The Forester and I charged at the tavern while the other two gave cover to us with their bows. The Orcs were mostly gone except for one in the tavern

The two of us easily dispatched the lone Orc in seconds. We did a quick sweep of the area. The rickety inn was in no better condition than Tess’ shack. As I climbed up the stairs to the bedrooms, all I could think about was if Tess was all right.

Still distracted, I quickly looked through the bedroom and gave the Forester an “all clear” signal. He nodded and gestured for me to follow. We exited the tavern and regrouped at the middle of the town.

I eyed the Forester, “Alright team! We’ve concluded that…everybody here is dead. Let’s move on.” He announced.

That was too much for me. I grabbed at his chainmail and pulled him close to me, “Tess is alive and I swear if you don’t help her, I’ll kill you.”

He struggled against my grip and finally sighed, “Alright, I’ll help her.” He said.

I threw him towards the direction of Tess’ hut and smiled, “That’s better.”

The man walked in and examined Tess’ bloody body. He sighed, “Alright, she’s beyond our help.”

The news struck me hard. I knelt down by Tess’ body and looked at her broken figure. The man looked genuinely saddened by my reaction and put a hand on my shoulders, “But I do know one man who can fix your beloved.”

I sprang up and looked him directly in the eye, “Who?”

He pulled out a map and circled the Ancestor Moth temple. I looked at him and back down at the map. He extended his hand, “Captain Grenaw.”

I shook it, “I think you know who I am.”

“Go to the Ancestor Moth temple and seek out a monk named Thomak, look for wooden markers that will lead you to him.” He recited.

Grenaw handed me a ring that shone despite the lack of light anywhere. It started to flash and I suddenly saw the map he pulled out start to glow. I slowly pointed at the Ancestor Moth temple and then darkness.

When I could see again, a very cold wind blew through the air. I looked around, curious and a bit scared at what happened. The sun was high in the sky and the snow reflected the beam of light straight at a large temple made of very fine stone.

I now knew what just happened. The ring teleported me to the Ancestor Moth temple the moment I chose a location on the map. ‘I’ll call it “Fast Travel,”’ I thought to myself.

I started a search of the wooden post. By sheer luck, I came across a wooden pole carved with the face of an eagle. I started my trek there.

In a mere hour, I was half way to the top of the Jerrall Mountains. By then, the wind was relentless and was stabbing me all the way. The frigid cold soon made me very sleepy. It took all my willpower to cross the icy mountains.

The sun was almost down by the time I reached the top. It was even colder now and I was at wits end with the endless caps of snow and the relentless blizzards that soon started to drive me to madness.

I collapsed near the entrance to a cave. ‘Thomak…it’s his cave…’ I thought, too tired and weary to even talk. With all the remaining strength left in my body, I struggled at the door for a while and it flew wide open.

I limped over to a bald man wearing pure white robes like all the other monks. Only this monk wasn’t wearing a blindfold.

He spoke with a roar, “Who dares enter my sanctum?!”

The warmth of a small fire in the cave started to give me some strength, “Thomak?”

He nodded, “I need your help with a friend.” I said.

He looked irritated, “So what do you want me to do about it?”

“I know you can heal…” I said, my voice trailing off and losing hope.

He nodded and positioned himself directly in front of me, “Who is the person you wish to save?”

“Tess Rysan. She’s currently unconscious in Aleswell and…” Thomak cut me off.

“Silence…I need concentration. Yes…I see this Tess. She’s in a very bad state but nothing I cannot handle. But I need to know, do you care enough for this girl that you are willing to sacrifice your own life for her?” Thomak asked.

I was taken back by the question. Of every instance of dealing with lives of mortals, I’ve been tasked to take away another persons life. Not to take my own away. After careful calculations and reasons, I gave up and decided it was time to listen to my gut for once.

“Yes.” I proudly declared.

“Very well then, I’ll start the transfer of your life essence immediately. Know that the pain will be excruciating.” He said.

Then, the monk started to mumble unintelligible gibberish before releasing a slew of lightning bolts that descended from the roof of the cave. It started hitting random spots around me before finally striking something…and that something was me.

I felt the shock traveling down my entire body and every place it traveled by, a very fast and sharp pain ricocheted through every nerve end. The frigid cold outside was nothing compared to the burning shocks of right now. The pain was too much, I hit the floor and the world went black.

When I awoke, I felt nothing. Thomak eyed me as I got up, perfectly fine. He laughed, “Well now, you might be the first person with that much resilience. Congratulations, and for your reward? Well I think you’ve proven yourself to be a part in the Alliance. Oh and don’t worry about Tess, she’s fine.”

“The Alliance...well I’m not a ‘good guy’ kind of person.”

Thomak nodded, “Yes, I sensed that when I was healing Tess. But you’re destined for great things Riden Snowe. You may not think that now but soon, you will know what I’m talking about.”

I looked at Thomak and at the entrance to the caves. Frost was accumulating on the cave entrance and I shuddered at the thought of going there again. “So the Alliance huh? Well where are these guys?”

He pulled out another map and gave me a small scroll. The moment I touched the scroll, a pulse filled the room and I yet again, teleported.

This time, I was in a place far north. The hills were covered in snow and it was just white and green as far as the eye could see. I could see that it was nightfall and that means these Orcs will attack me at any moment.

I pulled out Gwilth and jogged towards a small flickering flame out in the distance. The plains was very vast and open, the wind was surprisingly very warm for Skyrim. It took hours to reach the Alliance Encampment.

When I arrived, there were Legion soldiers, fighter’s guild members, and even a couple mages ready to do battle. The camp was nothing more than pitched tents, some for the commanders and others for the soldiers.

I hesitantly walked in. The Legion noticed my white assassin armor, “Assassin! There’s an assassin in the camp!” They yelled.

The allies all rushed in and grabbed me. One of the Legion Commanders glared at me with pure anger in his eyes, “What the hell do you want Assassin?”

When I didn’t answer, a powerful kick hit me in the stomach, “Tell us now Assassin or we feed you to the Dagrukai.”

I coughed out a response, “To join the Alliance. I’m sure you know of Captain Grenaw?”

The Legion commander and the Fighter’s Guild all laughed together, “Ha! All you assassins can do is hiding whenever you’re uncovered. You’ll be very tasty for the Dagrukai tonight.”

I sighed, “I recommend you keep me here.”

One of the leaders of the Alliance spoke up, “Why should we?”

I let out a mocking laugh, “Because if you don’t, I’ll test myself to see how many of you I can kill before I fall.”

Then, a girl wearing pure ebony armor stepped forward. She waved her hand to let the Legion troopers off me. The girl stared at me intensely, studying my face and my armor. Then she had a glancing smile before it turned into a scowl.

“Riden…” she whispered, before shoving me down on the floor.

“Tess…glad to see you’re all better.”
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Cliffhanger…well obviously, it took me three days to write this gem since I’m bored out of my mind right now. Well yeah…R&R! Even if it took me three days or so, I didn't edit as much as I should have.

My next chapter will be the end of the BLADESONG ARC!! Only two arcs left until this fan fiction is officially over! Of Love and War…check it out in a day or two.