The Famous Five, Heroes and Villains of the Age of Martin Septim Options

[Ceidwad]

Welcome to my fanfic. I've been planning on posting this up for some time now. Now that I have the first 10,000 words or so down seperately, I feel ready to post some stuff up here. I hope you will all enjoy reading it as it develops. I haven't a clue how much I will write eventually, if I manage to finish it. But it will likely be very, very long. Indeed, there's an excellent chance that I'll finish writing a Skyrim fan fiction before (if) I finish this!

The Famous Five is an unusual fan fiction. It takes the form of a historical commentary/synthesised text written some 90 years after the events of Oblivion, and relies rather heavily on my own creative license to fill in some historical gaps in between 4E2, when the stories end, and 4E85 when the book is written (I should add, I have not read any Elder-Scrolls related lore works, such as the Infernal City).

This work weaves together the stories of five different characters that I roleplayed in Oblivion, and I hope to include some of my minor characters in it too. Subject to approval, it may also be nice to include some other chorrol.com members' fanfic characters in it too. It would be entertaining to see the outcome of a meeting between Luther Martinus (who you will get to know) and, say, Buffy or Teresa, for certain!

At present, I regrettably do not have screenshots; however, I hope to add some in future if and when I can get Oblivion for PC.

This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction. I have thought about it for a while, though. I welcome critique of my writing as well as positive comments. I have not planned most of the fanfic, but have a general plan of how it will pan out. It will include actual in-game events, relationships and quests which inspired my roleplaying, and be supplemented with whatever ideas take my fancy at the time of writing.

Below is the prologue and the first entry. I plan to update every few days to a week, depending on how much I can write. This will vary. At times, I may not update for a while. I do, however, hope to persevere with this and update pretty regularly.

Happy reading!

This post has been edited by Ceidwad: Mar 26 2011, 05:00 AM

[Ceidwad]

First Seed 7, 3E430 – 10 A.M. – The White Rose flagship – en route between Alinor, Summerset Isle, and Anvil, Cyrodiil……

The White Rose is gently rocking back and forth over the waves, as I think about what I am leaving behind – a tremendous civilisation, with the greatest mastery in magicka in all the Empire. And where I am going. To Cyrodiil, the home of White Gold Tower. What a landmark! I am both excited to visit a new place and sad at leaving my home.

On the ship is a motley group of travellers, mostly fellow Altmer, of various classes. Seamen reside on the bottom deck for free, and travelling merchants and casual holidayers on the middle deck, where beds of basic quality may be found, as opposed to the filthy bedrolls the seamen must endure. They pay, as I found out from a struggling alchemist named Morwen, some 20 septims for their journey, not including food which they must buy themselves. It is an outrage that the sea captains can get away with this! I am presently on the upper deck, which cost 100 septims to reserve a bed in.

In my pouch I now carry with me some 200 gold. I wonder how far that will get me in Cyrodiil? It is said that many merchants in the Imperial City are so canny as to persuade you to buy a second-hand pair of rough leather shoes for 10 gold septims! Such was the story from Morwen, anyway. I recall her weathered appearance – she dressed smartly, as all merchants must to exude credibility and respectability – but in a rather basic brown shirt and tan linen skirt. Her coinpurse did not jingle very loudly, and her middle-aged face seemed creased as if as a result of the tough negotiations she went through daily to make ends meet. She carried a few basic potions to sell, plus her alchemical equipment. I would hazard a guess that she is around 300, about halfway through an Altmer’s typical lifespan, but her face looks much older. To tell the truth, I did feel sorry for her. Certainly, I cannot understand her situation – our family has always done well for ourselves, for all the 87 years I have been on Nirn. My coinpurse, at least, will be topped up by payments from my parents, deposited into an account in the Office of Imperial Commerce regularly.

This is an account of my voyage thus far into Cyrodiil, from my home in Alinor, which began yesterday and which will, if Azura wills it, land me safely in Anvil by tomorrow morning. I feel nervous and apprehensive about my journey, and do not know what will come of it. Yet, it is what I have to do. My parents are great healers, as I wish to be, and yet both had to overcome hardship to reach their positions in the royal court in Alinor. My father, as he often told me, had to move from Firsthold, on the other side of the Isle to take up his apprenticeship, at great cost and risk to himself, as he was not wealthy. Living outside Summerset Isle, perhaps, is the price I will have to pay for my future prosperity, as did my father. I shall miss it.