The journal of a simple scholar., First attempt at a "fic", be gentle! Options

[Fawkes]

Hello, I have been writing for a little while now, and have been enjoying it immensely, this journal is located in livejournal, due to the format of that website being well more "journal" friendly. This journal will have interviews, IC postings, as well as journals from ages past, among many things..
There are various characters, some of which I still do not write about.
I'm not a writer, and I'm not very good at it, but I am learning bit by bit and trying my best! so be gentle!

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[Fawkes]

Woo I wrote something! Honestly this update was going to be about a Necromancer, but as I was writing it something else happened But i need to write about him eventually heheh.

The next updates will be random musings, 2nd part of Gilliam's interview among other things.

Also this update is brought to you by Insomnia! because your brain keeps telling you "Sleep is for the weak!"

Update!!


Warning my imagination and lack of sleep took over , and you know it's not that long and it's only one post, so i might as well post it here.

Hmm, for some reason it's losing some of its format here. :/

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I’m scared.

I…was attacked…On my way to Solitude…some things came out from the darkness, they somehow wrapped themselves around my body, rendering me immobile….I can still remember everything so clearly, I can still feel my very heart pounding just by the thought of it. A man had stepped from the shadows and towards my immobile body

“You clearly know your fate, yet you still fight against it with all your strength.” he then laughed…a bone chilling laugh, it still echoing in my ears…so heartless….so cold.
“All your efforts are for naught. For your fate is written in stone, no matter how hard you fight against it, there is no escaping it.” His voice was cold, every word that he uttered, every breath that he drew felt as if something from inside me was clawing my insides.

Next thing I remember is waking up here, this room it’s depressing, the only things contained in it is a bed and a small desk next to it, it’s small only with a few steps I can reach the door…which is locked. The cold grey walls feel like they are closing in on me, wanting to crush my life, to rip the warmth from my body… this room, it feels as if it has never been occupied, it feels ancient yet it feels as if it was recently built.

My mind is wandering to his words, fate? What fate? How am I fighting against it? I don’t know anything of my so called fate.
However more importantly, who is this man and how does he know me, and where in Oblivion am I!

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I cried myself to sleep last night...it was night right? I don’t know I felt tired so I went to sleep.
I dreamed about a elderly Nord, his grey eyes were breathtaking, we surrounded by a vast forest, the air was filled with rose petals dancing in the wind, the grass was covered in morning dew, I could smell the very purity of the place, feel the tranquility.

The dream changed, I was on a cliff, behind me pure darkness, calling out to me, tugging at me, slowly spreading towards me, I looked down the cliff, the darkness was all over the land, then suddenly a beam of light shot down from the sky into the land underneath me, I could see the elderly Nord where it hit, along with a small area around him being cleansed of the darkness. Suddenly I heard a whisper, “Only courage in the face of doubt can lead you to a answer.”
I jumped.

So many questions circled around my head, but I knew just sitting here won’t resolve anything.

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I can’t believe it! Underneath the bed was a trapdoor, I don’t know where it leads, but it sure beats staying here in the room, before leaving, I managed to move the bed on top of the trapdoor again, Don’t want anyone to follow me.

As I left the first pitch black hallway, I entered another one, but this one was filled with orbs of light, playfully bouncing against the walls, cheerfully following me, I also feel my magic returning to me, good, now I can defend myself.

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The carvings on these walls must be ancient! They are not Nordic or Dwemer carvings that I know of, these are different, I can feel the magic pulsating from them. I decided to touch them.


The elven folk are happily dancing around the fire, a huge city made of white marble towered behind them, it was a celebration, children ran among the stream, the adults there were not dancing were happily drinking and chatting among themselves. My sight was drawn towards a crying child, alone, no one paid heed to the child, no one cared when he started screaming for his father and mother. I went towards him, as I got closer I could not help but gasp, his frail body was covered in scars, instinctively I embraced him.

“They took mommy and daddy away.” “Th-they call m-me cursed, they h-h-h-h-hit me to scare curse away.” “Why do th-they do this to m-m-me!”
His anguish…a child is suppose to be carefree, happy, loving…parents.
But this!

I turned around, all music had stopped, all the elven were staring fiercely at me. A elven clad in jeweled embedded robes and carrying a marble staff came forth, the king I take it.
He hit the ground with the staff, I saw my body and the child’s connected by a strong blue line of magic, and I heard a audible gasp from the crowd.

“You who have a connection with the cursed one, you who clings to the dim light of false hope, you who fights against your very fate given to you by the gods, you have overstepped your station, your search for the truth will bring you one thing Breton and that will be your death.”

He hit his staff on the ground one more time and a blinding light filled the area….

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As of now I am in the same hallway, the magic pulsating from the carvings is stronger than ever, when I came to my journal had been filled with the events that happened, it was not written by normal ink though..
Either way if I want to get out of here I need to hurry up.

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Wrapped in chains the thing slept, where its face should have been was…I’m getting nauseous just looking at it, the brown ball that I suppose his face is covered by tentacles, its body is covered in spikes that look like had grown from underneath its skin, the skin from its arm was hanging by a mere thread, that arm was covered in pus,
I can see it…bubbling from all the way over here, the other arm looked as if someone burned pieces of swords into it, the skin was charred to a crisp with bits and pieces falling off as I watched , the swords were either badly rusted or broken. The legs if you would call them that were a bubbling green blob of well something.

I managed to sneak to the other side of the room, right now I’m leaning in a hallway outside the room with that thing, trying to catch my breath.


……I just heard the chains snap.

This post has been edited by Fawkes: Dec 16 2011, 02:14 PM