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]

SubRosa - Thanks. I liked the 'boar's ear' expression too. I assume boars are Cyrodiil's pigs; strangely, in-game there is plenty of ham but no actual domesticated pigs. (There are also no cows for all the beef)

Thomas Kaira - We will see the partners in crime together at the University later on, of that I am fairly certain. For now, they will split-up in Anvil, as we find out in the next chapter.

Acadian- That passage was inspired by some of the things I've read here. Mixing the TES world and our world gives us some interesting opportunities for fan fictions. Plus, it seems like these things should logically exist in Tamriel. The game shows characters working, sleeping, eating and drinking, but not much else. Really, that is one aspect of the game that could have been improved, to expand on the recreational side of life in Cyrodiil.

That chapter was unfortunately a bit short due to sequencing issues. Fortunately, we have a longer one this time! In this next clipping from Gwen's diary, we see the ship dock in Anvil, and oversee our mage's first day in Cyrodiil.

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First Seed 8, 3E430 Anvil, Cyrodiil.

3 P.M.

The White Rose docked in Anvil this morning. I found Robért looking distinctly unwell, after the various travellers had gone their ways. His burgundy linen shirt looked somewhat soiled, but I didn't say anything. I recall his words though: "Thank Akatosh that's over."’That's all he said. He didn't look quite so handsome now, although there was still a faint glint in his eye.

After we went our ways and had promised to meet each other later in the Count's Arms, I went for a walk down by the seafront. Not the sort of place you would want to find yourself alone on a dark night, that much is for certain. Drunken sailors abounded, and there seemed to be a rather raucous boarding house called the Fo'c's'le where they gathered. The proprietor, whom I saw as she stepped out to shout at the sailors for their drunken disorderliness, seemed to have the same problem as poor Morwen. Her arms, hands and hair said she was about 30, but her face gave out that she was 50. In fact just about everyone here looks older than they should. I imagine they have all had difficult lives, just like Morwen. It certainly is not like the world I am used to; both my parents and I have always lived rather easy and sedentary lifestyles.

As I write this, I am sitting on a beautiful bench in the centre of Anvil, just near a little pond and a statue of a mermaid. Looking at my reflection in the water, I see a woman whose face suggests a life of ease. My long, satin blonde hair cascades down to my shoulders, touching the black and burgundy outfit I am currently wearing. My brown eyes are devoid of any signs of age. When I think about the pitiful lifespans of humans, I despair. I probably have another 220 years of relative youth to look forward to; they have to fit so much into the 60 years or so the gods give them. They have some 25 years in which to bear children. It is so unfair. Of course, we Altmer are rightly the recipients of greater lifespans than the lesser races, but it still moves me with pity to see human women struggle against their handicaps. What might-

8 P.M.

I was forced to stop my earlier entry. A nearby guard, named Langley, had been looking over my shoulder. At least, I think he had. Maybe it was just me thinking he was? Anyway, he was friendly enough when we got to talking. He told me that a lot of ships came in through Anvil. I asked him how I could get to the Imperial City from here. He replied that there were two options: walk, or use a horse. The roads were the best way, he said, as they were patrolled by legionnaires and lots of travellers also passed along them. Horses here are so expensive, though! 4,000 septims? I am sure the white mares are fine creatures, but unfortunately well beyond my budget. I shall have to walk.

I am now sipping wine in the Count's Arms. Robért looks much better now that he has changed his clothes. He is wearing his robes now. I must say, he looks rather dashing in them. Perhaps it's the three goblets of wine that I've consumed. We discussed travelling to the Imperial City together, but he says he wants to stay in Anvil for a while. "Plus," he said, "you'd probably take all my money from me at Colovian poker, anyway."

10 P.M.

I have just re-read my letter from Raminus Polus at the University.

Dear Gwenyan,

We are most pleased to welcome you to the Mages Guild here in Cyrodiil, following the enquiry of your father, Caliphar.

You will find our headquarters at the Arcane University in the Imperial City. Here you will find the finest magical facilities in the whole province, as well as many like-minded mages such as yourself. You will also find expert tutors who will be able to help you reach your utmost potential as a student of the arts magicka.

Should you be successful at the University, there is potential for a superb career with the guild.

We look forward to meeting you.

Yours,

Raminus Polus

Master-Wizard/Chief assistant to Arch-Mage Hannibal Traven

I can't wait to see it!

I have just counted my gold. I have a mere 189 septims left.

This post has been edited by Ceidwad: Apr 17 2011, 02:52 AM