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]

My first round-up of comments! How exciting.

Thomas Kaira - Thank you for your suggestions. I agree with them and have changed the sentences, and will attempt to keep comments in parentheses more brief in future. It is a feature of my writing as it is my speech in real life - I do tend to ramble!

mALX - Thanks! I toyed the idea of the historical narrative for a while before settling on it. It won't surprise you to learn that I did History at university, and of course I love Oblivion too so it was natural the two thgs would come together I suppose.Hope you continue to enjoy it!

Acadian - It may interest you to know that The Famous Five is an actual name of a book series here in Britain. Initially, I wanted to call this fanfic The Chronicles of Cyrodiil, but felt that would be plagiarising Cardboard Box. I like it, anyhow. I plan to deal with the characters one at a time, generally speaking, so we will hear the whole of Gwen's story before we get to Mr. Martinus, Berrick, etc. However, our guide on this literary voyage, Mr. Steel-Quill, will occasionally make references to other characters' views in notable events where more than one character is concerned.

Destri - I hope my last post answered your queries, but thanks again for bringing them up!

SubRosa - You are a scholar to have read Caesar's Commentaries! And thank you for noticing my subtle reference to Gwen as a devotee of Azura. Marie has quite an interesting relationship to the pirate ship, as well as a somewhat less interesting relationship to the Motierre family - I will shed more light on these things in due course.

Below, Gwenyan continues her narrative of ship life, where she describes a meeting with a fellow mage during a stopover in High Rock.

First Seed 7, 3E430

6 P.M. - The White Rose

As I write, the weather is pleasant and has been good all day, as the sun sets on the horizon. The sound of birds chirping fills the air, and on the ship, people are in good cheer for the most part.

In the last few hours, I have met a charming young Breton named Robért Permane. He arrived on ship when it made a stopover at Daggerfall in his native High Rock. Quite handsome, too! He has long, flowing brown hair, deep brown eyes and smooth skin. He is also a scholar! I introduced myself to him when I saw him looking around, a little lost and shy, perhaps because of all the Altmer who towered over him. But once we started talking, I couldn’t get him to shut up.

We talked about a lot of things. He is a new Apprentice at the Arcane University; he specializes in Destruction and Conjuration. He loves history; he has read all of Stronach K’Thojj’s 4-volume Brief History of the Empire. He says he is reading The Real Barenziah now, and is on volume 3. We shared a joke about how, irrespective of which series was actually true, the series by Mero was a much more interesting version of the truth than Stern Gamboge’s dull-as-bucketwater version.

He showed me his apprentice’s robe. “Pure green and brown felt, that. Can’t ask for lighter material. Perfect for spellcasters. They’ve modified these ones to make them waterproof, too.” Looking at the robe, it was certainly good quality, although the colour seemed distinctly uninspiring compared to the brightly coloured robes normally worn by court mages in Alinor.

After we had talked, we played some Colovian poker to pass the time. Robért tried to cheat by magically altering one of the cards, so as to change it from an eight of emeralds to an Empr. Uriel Septim VII of sapphires, to complete a full house. But I caught him in the act and cast a dispel spell just in time. Oh, if only I could see his expression again. “There. Read them and weep”, he said, before realising that he had made a real boar’s ear of things. It was positively hilarious!

We are both getting off at Anvil. I’m sure I’ll see him tomorrow morning. He’s gone now. I don’t think he felt too great after the combination of ale, sweetrolls, and being embarrassed in such a way. In fact, he left looking a little pale in the face, and I’m sure he was heading for the nearest bucket. Oh well…….