Erwins Tale chapter 01 Options

[davion]

Chapter 1

In my years of incarceration I’ve had time to think. Sometimes I would think about my life, my family, and sometimes I would think about my father. But not anymore, I would have no more time to think, for I was to be taken to a place called Vvardenfell, in the continent of Morrowind. Why was I being freed? What was the purpose of my release? At the time, those questions went through my head constantly. I was never a faithful man, I never believed in faith, karma, anything of that nature, but what would happen to me on the continent of Morrowind would change me and my opinions forever.

Part One
The prison ship, “Carpatholyn” that I arrived at Vvardenfell on, well let’s say it had its moments. I woke up that morning to the sound of the guard captain of the ship cursing at me to wake up and get myself on deck. Woozy from the boat trip I got up against my will and headed to the deck of the ship. Pondering on what would happen to me when I got ashore made it difficult to hear what the Imperial Officer was asking me when I got onto the dock.

“So finally you arrived, but our records don’t show from where.” The officer asked me hastily.

“I was born in Cyrodill, Imperial City.” I replied to the officer, controlling my tongue until I was officially released.

The Imperial sized me up and down then smirked at me before ordering me to follow him. We arrive at a arched door with, what appeared to be the name of the building, inscribed on the door arch. What was scribed on the arch of the door was, “Census and Excise”. I walked in side the office and to my left was another Imperial Officer standing next to yet again another door, and in front of me, a old man, appeared roughly around 47 years of age, stood up from the maliki chair he had been sitting in to and extended his arm to greet me. This gesture was strange to me, seen as how being a convict no one would dare extend any part of them out to you in fear that you might rob them of their possessions. As to not be rude I extended my hand as well and we shook hands and he offers me to sit down and I happily accept. We exchanged small talk for a little while before the man pulled out a scroll and an ink feather.

“Fill out your information on this scroll and make sure it’s correct.” The Census agent tells me as he dips the ink feather into the ink can.

“Uh what do I fill out? Like what do I put down?” This being my first time having to do one of these forms, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask him what he needed from me, so I did just that, I asked.

“Fill out the scroll. Put your name, age, weight and height, occupation, in other words, what class would you be once you get out of here, and let me know as soon as you are finished and we’ll finalize your release.” The man from the Census office tells me, once again.

After about an hour of filling out papers and giving the agent the information he needs, he tells me to collect my papers and speak with the captain to get my release fee. I was getting paid to start a new life? I was starting to like how things worked in Morrowind. That like-ness would be short lived.

Part Two

The sun was high in the clear and crisp blue sky by the time I finished filling out my release papers. Standing there, feeling the warm, comforting rays of the sun and the cool crisp smell of the fresh air, I thought back to my childhood. I was reminded of how my father left me and my mother in the dark. I blamed him for leaving us for so long, and I cursed the monsters that had killed him and swore revenge on every single one of their kind. Just the thought of those hideous un-dead freaks make me cringe in fear. If something was strong enough to take down my father, Ev Calvario, Paladin, and legendary Knight of the table of champions in Cyrodill, could be slain by a mere undead vampire; that struck fear into the deepest parts of my heart. My first priority when I arrived on Vvardenfell was to vanquish the demon that had slew my father and turned him into one of their kin, or put my fathers spirit to rest instead. Either way, I would get my revenge on the un-godly creatures!

Putting my personal thoughts aside for the time being, I started gazing at a magical ring I found in the crate in the back way of the Census and Exodus Office when a man named Mendor approached me; this scrawny little wood-elf in commoners clothing and asked me where I found the ring. I told him that it was in a crate back there in the Census office. He sighed and asked me if I wouldn’t mind giving it back to him, figuring I wouldn’t have a use for it any time soon, I handed it back to him. Weather or not his story about it being a family heirloom was true or not was beyond me but I was just happy to be free. Noticing how late it was getting I was reminded back to what my father told me ages back. He told me about how fast the time changes in Morrowind because of how close it is to the sun in the mornings.

As I walked down the dirt street of the small port town of Seyda Neen, I see the various towns people start getting ready for night fall. I see Arlie close up his back windows and see the guard captain pass out torches to the night shift of the town guards. As I get to the rickety bridge leading to the main road to other towns, I pull out the release fee from my coin pouch the guard captain had given me, I noticed I only had fifty-seven gold to my name. I headed over to the silt strider and asked the guy next to it how much it was for a ride to the nearest town and he told me the nearest town was Balmora and that it would cost forty-seven gold. Sighing, I realized that it was better than nothing and handed him the 47 gold I had and climbed in the silt strider. The man climbed in after me and told me to get some rest it’s ganna be a long trip.





Part Three

The next morning I wake up to rain drops falling on my face. The man looks down at me and tells me to get up and that we’ve reached Balmora. I got out of the silt strider and the dunmer standing on the plateau asks me if I’m new to Vvardenfell and I told him I was and asked him where I could go to rent a house in this town and he said to just look for an empty house and start living there. I thought it would be rude of me to do that, go door to door to see who’s living in their house and who’s not but then again I was an outlander, I wasn’t used to the customs of the natives. I find an empty house and go up the stairs to see if there’s a bed and to my luck there was.

Years pass sense I’ve left my incarceration at the Cyrodill prison and I’ve maid a pretty good name for myself from the local Fighters Guild on the west side of the Odai river. I had just gotten back from an other adventure to one of the Daedric shrines called Ibar-Dad. Those last few days I’ve noticed a change in the townsfolk of Balmora. They seemed to have gone insane and wondered off never to be seen again. I happened to notice one of these people start to wonder off into the woods outside Balmoras’ south gate. I go to investigate, try to find out where the young man was wondering off to but he was deranged, when I went to speak with him, he picked up a chitin club that was stuck in the back of a dead rat and started to swing at me. My first instinct was to subdue this man before he caused any harm to me or himself, so I pulled out my Daedric Dai-Katana I had just recently found at Ibar-Dad and blocked his thrust. I had done every thing in my powers to subdue him without having to kill him but he left me no other choice, I left a gaping gash across that poor mans chest. Before I had time to mourn for the innocent life I had just taken, I noticed a figure in a gray robe stare at me. His face was covered in shadows from the hood, all I could tell of him was that he was short, round, and wobbled when he walked. We stared at each other for a good five seconds before he turned to his side and walked beyond the cliff. I rushed after him, with my Dai-Katana still in hand and froze when I saw the figure again, but this time his face wasn’t shadowed except for his eyes. He had a long snout that hung down. Right under his nose was this glowing amulet with what looked like an eye in the center of the sphere.

“Put your sword away, there is no need for violence. I only bring you a simple message.” The round figure told me.

“What’s the message? Who’s it from?” I asked the creature.

“It’s a message from my master, allow me to read it to you,” the creature told me with a cynical tone in his voice. “We were friends once, you and I. But yet, you struck me down atop that accursed mountain. You struck me down as I guarded the sacred artifacts you had ordered me to guard with my life. But yet, you betrayed me and stole the sacred artifacts for yourself. Remembering our old friendship, I am willing to look past that. Come, Lord Nerevar, to Red Mountain. Join me and I will raise you high in my service. I sit here, hoping and waiting, your loyal servant, Dagoth Ur.”

[minque]

Yes!!! Great! Easy to read, good pace and ...mmm you are writing about Ashlanders..I just love that......

So you continue this, I would like to hear a lot more, it´s really good you know!