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]

SECOND ARC!! Woot! Anyways, this arc was first worked on at July 29 and I’ll try to spend more of my time editing than actual writing. So uh…yeah! Let’s get started with some filler before the DB Conflict Arc.
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Chapter 7, Tess is WHAT NOW? (One month after chapter 6)
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“Well Ms. Rysan, you check out okay for any signs of diseases.”

Tess and I sighed with relief. The healer continued, “But…you do have something to expect.”

I raised an eyebrow, “What would that be?”

The healer sighed, “Ms. Rysan, you’re to be expecting a child in 8 months.”

Tess’ face turned from relief to pure confusion. She slid closer to me and hugged me tightly. I, on the other hand was just shocked, “Tess is WHAT?” I asked, putting a lot of emphasis on the “what.”

It was obviously the wrong thing to say as Tess began to shake violently. The healer spoke up after Tess got under control again, “I’m guessing this wasn’t planned?”

Tess was still too much in shock to speak but I spoke up, “What do you think?”

The healer nodded and gave me a small pouch. I looked inside it to see a colorful assortment of potions of different sizes. “What’s it for?” I asked.

The healer pointed at Tess, “Give her one of these potions once every week. It will stabilize the baby.”

I nodded and grabbed Tess to go home. When we arrived at home, she burst out crying. I embraced her, comforting her to the best of my abilities. She eventually calmed a bit and stared at me, blinking away the tears, “Riden…I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed.

I smiled, “It’s alright Tess. We’ll get through this together.”

She smiled back warmly before sitting down on a bench next to the dining table, “Thanks…but please, stop the assassin thing.” She whispered.

I shook my head, “No…I’m an assassin and that’s who I am.”

“Well I was a soldier! I don’t want our baby to be raised in an environment where the father is a merciless assassin and the mother a former soldier. I just don’t want that.” She snapped.

I nodded but I knew that some things in this world will never change.
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4 months in the Future.
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Tess’ pregnancy was showing quite a bit. Instead of the skinny and pale girl I knew and loved, she had an extended belly with flushed skin from the potions she was drinking.

Instead of doing what I should’ve done, which is stay by Tess’ side for the remaining four months, I began taking contracts from various counts and nobles from all over Cyrodiil to finance the construction of the child’s room.

Then a letter from Skingrad arrived. Tess was enraged when I read it to her. She yelled at me about not being with her during the most difficult time in her life. I tried to calm her down but nothing worked.

I sighed, “Alright Tess, I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to fund the construction for our child’s room. I think we have enough.”

She started to smile and calm down, “Alright, thanks Riden. I’m sorry I snapped at you like that…I just wanted to spend some time with you. Ever since this happened, you treat me so differently…”

It was true. Ever since I first found out about the pregnancy, I started to think about my future as an assassin. I knew that once the baby was born, I would also have to retire. That…I could never do. But what scared me the most was the future of the child.

“I’m sorry…it’s because we aren’t the best couple to take care of a child. Think about it, a father who kills for a living and a mother who used to be a former soldier.” I said, just stating the blunt truth without any sugar coating.

Tess stared at me, “I guess you’re right. But…please, let’s try to get through this together. No more contracts until we’re ready to move on. Okay?”

I nodded. “Do you promise?” She asked with a hopeful expression.

I raised my right hand as if I was about to go to the Imperial Court, “I, Riden Snowe, solemnly promise to stay by your side until we as a family are ready to move on.” I said with a slight joking tone in my voice.

Tess giggled and pulled me towards the letter, “Now that you’ve…’sworn’,” she fought the urge to chuckle, “write a letter to your client, declining the offer.”

I did, mostly because I had no choice. Tess was so close to me when I wrote the letter; I could feel her linen shirt tickling my neck. There was no room for lies or any sort of concealed message.

I fought the urge to scream and breathed deeply, trying to fight the will to blatantly attack Tess. She seemed pretty happy though, as for the rest of the day, Tess went around the house, humming a merry tune.
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Well, it’s…as the late great Michael Jackson would say, “It’s FILLER!!”

Anyways, er…yeah. Childbirth on the next chapter. Trust me, the real second arc beginning will be much better and better edited. I just wrote this because I was really bored on the computer and it was too late to do anything else.

So yeah…enjoy my crappy chapter that serves little purpose other than to show something that everybody would see coming. Yep, next chapter will be the beginning of second arc so…this chapter really served no purpose. That is other than to just help me get rid of my writers block. This was a pain to write since I'm not good with the whole "Psychology" aspect of a story.

*Runs and grabs a gun*
If you have a problem with it, you can take it up with Ol’ Painful.

This post has been edited by DarkZerker: Jul 30 2010, 06:33 AM