The Journal of an Elven Archer Options

[Riften]

I have completely revamped my character Riften.

I'd like to think of Riften as a Tamrielic version of Jack Sparrow, at least in personality.
He is a very charming Altmeri who is obsessed with the bow but he also is amazingly skilled in the arcane arts but doesn't tend to reveal his powers to people, he would only show his powers to his dearest of friends.

He is in love with lush forests, flowing waterfalls and deep lakes. He is a great Alchemist who collects a variety of ingredients from wherever he can find them. He can also make the deadliest of poisons for his arrows and the healthiest of potions for when he is in need.

Back in his younger days in Summerset Isles, he was fascinated by anything to do with Daedra, whether it be magic, Princes, Oblivion. Just before he left to start a new life in Cyrodill, he was studying the gates of Oblivion and how to open and shut them.

He is never racist in anyway he generally is easy to befriend but if you do anything to his friends, he would probably pierce an arrow through your heart, literally.

He has also studied a lot about Cyrodill and the people there, He has heard about an Archery Tournament where Cyrodills best archers gather all round. He has heard a lot about the winners of the tourney, some of which live in the town of Bravil which he is eager to visit and meet the winners.

I'll be posting Chapter 1 tomorrow then I will stick to my old timetable and update the Journal on Mon | Wed | Thu

This post has been edited by Riften: Nov 3 2011, 04:08 PM

[Riften]

Chapter 2 - A Dream of Home

In this chapter, our Archer filled out a form for the General and also had a dream of his younger years back at Alinor

The brute General gripped a parchment from his drawer and forced me to fill out a form before I could leave the quarters.

Name:Riften
Race:Altmer
Age:34
Hometown:A village outside Alinor
Class:Shadow Mage

Weapons:Bow and Shortswords
Magicka:Destruction, Conjuration, illusion
Specialty:Master Bowman

"That will be it boy! get out of my quarters, you can rest in the lower deck. There's a ladder leading down over at that wall."

I descended down the splinter ridden ladder to which goosebumps crawled down my spine.
The boat thrashed against the blue sea as I crawled into my bed. Embers rose from the palm of my hand and I illuminated the dampened torch beside my bed and began to rest.
After all I didn't get any sleep after being yanked out of my home at all hours of the mourning.


I slowly began to grow more tiring and descended into sleep.
I had a dream of my younger days when I was 16 that slowly turned into a nightmare.

"Son! here! I award upon you my bow, you truly have earned it."

"Before you run out adventuring, I will give you one final lesson before you graduate as my apprentice"

"What is that lesson? I'm assume your wondering. Enchanting my son, every great Shadow Mage needs to know how to enchant a weapon. My weapon is already enchanted so we will take advantage of the spare bow back at HQ"

"But before that, bring the family home a fine meal for later. You can keep my bow of course and you already have your own set of arrows, your all set!

"I'm speechless father! I have been awaiting this day for many a year!"

"Haha! I know son, I am enthralled as well!"

I vanished into the distand mist into the mainland of the Isles and hunt! I will finally be considered a man to the village.

I clutched my fathers bow and examined it, the gleaming gold reflected off of the sun and the beautiful design of the eagle on the bow crafted on the weapon by our local Blacksmith Jarren, I reminisced of my training days studying how to forge the most fluid of weapons.

I gazed in awe at the distant misty mountains and lush forests, I have never seen such beauty in my life! all we can see from Alinor is the horizon of the sea.

I was suddenly stopped in my path by a pack of deer galloping through the grass.
I clutched my fathers bow and lined up my shot, the arrow pierced the deers and the rest of the pack ran in shock but I clutched my trusty dagger and hurled it across the field until it clashed with the deer.

Before I had even start walking two horsemen galloped past me chuckling. I swayed around only to see my village in the distant illuminated by flames and covered in thick black smoke.

I bolted as fast as I could completely ignoring the two deceased deer laying on the ground.
As soon as I got to my village the whole town was burned down to ash.

It felt like a blade dancing in my flesh as everyone I knew, my family, mentors and friends...all gone...



I woke up distressed and pumping out sweat as I awoke from that horrid nightmare.

This post has been edited by Riften: Nov 5 2011, 03:39 AM