Riftens Cyrodilic Journal, First Fan-Fiction, Don't go toooo harsh on me :) Options

[Riften]

Anyway, here's a small tid-bit on Riften: Riften is a kind adventurous Elf who was born in 3E 399 Valenwood, back then he was a religious Bosmer who went on many pilgrimages which gained him high standards with the Divines. Talos granted him Immortality and the Gift to change race and province at any time during his life, But he only does it every couple of years when he feels like his life during that time is uneventful or boring.

During his time travelling all of Tamriel he was Bosmer
During his time in Morrowind he was Dunmer
During his time in Cyrodill he was Manmer
During his time in Skyrim he was Altmer

Chapter 1:The Arrival

I awoke to find the shining sun blinding my eyes, as I stood up, something caught the corner of my eye, in the distance I could see beautiful, lush forests, Guards galloping on their elegant steeds. As I turned around, I was awestruck, a huge city, Ayleid architecture. I knew where I was, the glorious pride of the Empire, The Imperial City.

I was galloping to the entrance, something caught my eye that made me stop in my tracks, a foul smell crawled up my nose. There was a sewer with a deceased Dunmer laying there with nasty deep wounds. That reminded me, I didn't even know what race I was. I looked at my body, pale skin, short, I was a Breton! Thank Talos for that! As I looted the Dunmers badly wounded body, I noticed he was carrying a journal.

He went by the name "Valen Dreth" his journal was poorly written, barely readable, I squinted my eyes, it says that he was a prisoner in the City jail, poor fellow, he was only a week away from being free when a well dressed Imperial and a group of well armoured warriors, probably his bodyguards. The well dressed Imperial handed him an amulet, at least I think, after all it is barely readable. anyway, lets move on.



That's the end of Chapter 1 anyway, any feedback, tips, etc.... is welcome!

I'll be doing longer updates on Monday, Wednesday, Friday

This post has been edited by minque: Oct 28 2011, 03:39 PM

[Riften]

Chapter 4 - Bandits and the Steed


I have more important things to be doing than running around to every city doing petty quests for a useless recommendation, I need a home!.
I heard a rumour of a strange tower that appeared in the mountains up north. I need to set out at once, I really do hope its Frostcrag, I'd rather not have such a mighty wizard tower wedged up in the mountains being unused.
I grabbed my bow and arrows and set off.

I was crossing the beautiful city bridge admiring the excellent scenery when I noticed a Khajiit riding a majestic white steed. He began to gallop faster and faster and the fool almost clashed into me. It took me quite a while to realise I was being mugged.

"Hand over your septims and we won't have any trouble!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, I barely have enough to buy me some Tamika."

"Surely you don't think I'm just going to hand it over do you?"

"Fine then, pay with your blood Breton scum!"

He raised his sword high and plunged at me, I slid to the side and pried the weapon out of his hands, now that he had no weapon, he darted past me. I pulled my bow from my back, pulled out an arrow. The arrow flew for a good 20 seconds. The Khajiit fell to the ground head first, not was he a fool for trying to rob armed men, he could have gotten away if he had jumped on his steed.

With my Bosmeri instinct I noticed that the steed was badly wounded. The horse came over to me rubbing its head against my shoulder. I couldn't just leave it there so I hauled him back to Chestnut Handy stables, I knew the nice people there would take care of him. I decided to stay there for the night as it was becoming nightfall anyway.

I awoke to find the neigh of the horse outside. The horse was covered in glorious elven armour, It truly made the steed look mightier than before, I was almost scared of him!

Snak gra-Bura told me she recently started up a business for horse armour, seeing as I was her first customer she let me have one for free. Though I decided to pay her with all that septims I had, she deserved it after all she done an magnificent job.

I grew an instant bond with the steed and thus named him "Reaver"

But enough of that! I had almost forgotten about the tower near Bruma!

This post has been edited by Riften: Oct 19 2011, 04:42 PM