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 5 - City of the Nords

The ring of Reavers armour crept into my ear he rode as fast as he could, I knew he wanted to get to his stable as I wanted to get to an Inn! The cold was unbearable, I wrapped my cloak tightly around my body. My hand began to glow red then it spurted out fiery red flames and I felt a sensation flow through my body. I noticed that I was coming upon Bruma and started jumping up and down with excitement without thinking that I was on a horse and I had flames bursting out my hand. So what happened?

I flew off of Reaver and face planted right onto the freezing snow. I got up sighing wishing I had a Tamika. I was nearly at Bruma, Reaver ran to Bruma, What do I do? Magic! I pulled out Dreth's spellbook and flickered through the pages looking for fortify spells.

"Ahh, here it is!"

I casted the spell and white fog crept up my body, I felt a sudden urge to run!
I bolted past Reaver which looked so confused as I ran past him Hehe!
I kept looking back and Reaver galloping in his breathtaking golden armour.
I turned around giggling at Reaver's confusion not even noticing I was running into a door!
I sprinted right into it, falling onto the ground I noticed two smug staring down at me.

They dragged me up from the snowy ground and pushed me away from the entrance and raised their swords high.

"Out of here Bosmer scum! the count has ordered us to get rid of all the Elves in the city!"

"Ahaha, Elven.....? I'm afraid I'm only half elven, friend"

I pulled back my wavy hair showing my non-pointed ears

"Fine, Your clear"

Damn stereotypes! confusing a Breton for a Bosmer!
I noticed Reaver has already settled in to his stable, he looked okay, guess I should just venture forward.
I entered the Nordic city as I felt a sense of relief flow through me. It wasn't as lively as The Imperial City but It did seem like a nice little city, the noise of the people chatting, the ring of the blacksmiths forge. Too bad they are all racist to my people.....Oh well I'm in Cyrodill now, I'd better get use to it.

At least there are some good things about this city!
No worries about having to watch out for bandits attacks, wolfs....anything! Where could I find out about Rumours?
Taverns of course, and not to mention I can get some Tamikaaa!

A loud clinking noise crept into my ear, almost like the sound of armour...?

"You! what is a skinny little elf doing here?!"

"This again.....Really?"

Once again I pulled back my year..... yada, yada, yada...It doesn't really matter, I have a strong feeling I'll have to do that a lot during my time in Cyrodill.

"Fine, your clear"

"Actually, could you point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

"Yes, Olav has a tavern, its right over there"

This post has been edited by Riften: Oct 21 2011, 07:10 PM