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 - Haha, yes, this Khajiit could speak and dress! We know this of course, but to Gwen I imagine the shock of the experiece almost knocked her off her (very high) horse! (And no, I'm not talking about Mellt-taran!)

Acadian - I think Earana is pretty scary to people of all races. Our mage is no different, in spite of her prejudices! It is true that at the moment she finds sharing a bed intolerable, but she will have to grow to get used to much worse in time. However, for at least a few months, the culture shock of not being in Alinor with a silver spoon in her mouth will come through strongly in her journals.

Well, not such an auspicious start to Gwen's recommendation-hunting. Fingers crossed it improves for her (but I wouldn't hold my breath!)

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First Seed 21, 3E430 – Cloud Top, The Colovian Highlands

6 P.M.

So, this is the reality of guild life. This trip has been thoroughly unpleasant, and I am far from being home and dry (in so far as the Chorrol Mages’ Guild is home) yet. I have the book, but the pains I have endured to get it have been almost intolerable.

The weather has been the first problem. When I set out from Chorrol this morning with my robe, bag, some bread and cheese, a flask of wine, and a silver dagger I borrowed from the guild hall for protection, the sun was shining and all the signs were that it would stay that way. However, at about 1 P.M., it began to rain heavily and has been raining since. My hair is utterly drenched, and I am only able to write this entry coherently thanks to the shelter provided by the folds of my robe, which has absorbed the rainwater very nicely. It is almost as good as Robért’s specially modified robe; not only that, it keeps me warm in the wind and rain. Without it, I dread to think how I would have coped with the weather today.

My second problem has been trying to find Cloud Top. I had been so intimidated by Earana yesterday that I did not think to ask Teekeeus for directions. This morning he was gone, apparently on some alchemical research trip to the Imperial City. None of the guards, guildsmates or townspeople knew where Cloud Top was, either. So the result has been that I have spent hours trying to find the ruin. Eventually, after much wandering, I found a path leading up into the mountains, and followed it here.

The unpleasantness does not end there. When I arrived here at Cloud Top about an hour ago, I began to search for the book. A rat suddenly ambushed me and bit my leg, before I could kick out at it and throw a small enough (but still, to a rat, deadly) fireball. It was easy enough to heal the damage to the leg with a Restore Health spell, ensuring that damage to the skin was fully repaired, but the area around the bite wound is still a bit sore. That is one thing about typical Restore Health spells – they do not always totally heal the wound. In accordance with standard healing practice in Alinor and elsewhere, a wound is only totally healed if the level of pain is considered sufficiently harmful to the individual as to be a threat to their life in itself.

Some pain is so great that the affected person cannot move normally because of it, for example, such is the psychological effect of the pain. If a restoration spell targets a wound of that magnitude, it must not only restore function to the affected area, but heal it fully to relieve pain too, because the pain in itself can inhibit movements which could be essential for battle survival. On the other hand, there are sound medical reasons why these spells do not completely restore affected areas in minor to moderate wounds. If the pain is immediately and totally removed in these injuries, an individual does not build up their psychological wariness to avoid pain – they do not fear pain and, consequently, do not fear injury. This can be a serious security risk to the individual.

Even knowing this, I resent the fact that I am unable to cast a spell to remove the pain of the bite – it will go away naturally over time. Silently, I am also dreading the possibility of the wound becoming infected, even in the short period of time between my leg being bitten and my healing spell. Altmer have great resistance to disease, compared to humans, but we can still be forced to take to bed for a short while or resort to expensive potions to recover should we be struck by malady. Advanced healers can cure most disease with a spell of white magic. This ability eludes me at present, although in theory I understand the principles of healing diseases. A curse on you, Raminus! I should be studying this at the Arcane University now, not lamenting the consequences of my lack of practical knowledge in the field!

Worst of all, when I finally found the book, it was on the remains of a person who appeared to have been frazzled by a strong blast of shock magic. At first, I was wary to touch it due to this; however, it seems it is not dangerous.

It is time to try to return to Chorrol, as soon as I have eaten. The weather has eased off a bit now.
Midnight.

I am lodged in the Oak and Crosier tonight. I can’t abide any more of Contumelorius’ dreadful jokes, especially after a day like today.

I have 613 septims left.

This post has been edited by Ceidwad: May 12 2011, 02:29 AM