The man with green eyes, A story of a man Options

[Saquira]

The man with green eyes

“Oh him. Of course, you wouldn't know him, having just come to Skyrim. I'm so used to seeing him that I couldn't ever imagine someone not having met him. The Altmer calls himself Sorcalin, he's been around as long as anyone can remember. My father introduced him to me. I doubt there's anyone of importance in Skyrim whom he haven't met, except you of course. Perfect gentleman, and he owns a house out in the Rift. Though now that I think about it, I have never found out how he earned all of that money, or where he came from,”
- Jarl Balgruuf, 4E 201 21st Last Seed



Author's note:
So this is the story of Sorcalin, the Altmer mystery. Excerpts from his story anyway. I've had such an annoying writer's block lately concerning my other stories, so I've decided to publish some of the stuff that I actually have managed to write. Though I'm not sure if you'll like Sorcalin as much as I do, I certainly hope so.

So, in this first post I'll have an Index of what happens in my version of the elder scrolls universe, with links to the posts that are parts from Sorcalin's life. I won't be posting them in any kind of order, since not even I know exactly how old the guy is, and because this is a spur of the moment kind of thing. It's just lots of stuff that takes place in the Elder Scrolls universe and has one common thing in them, Sorcalin. I'll also write the dates that I upload and update the different parts, and I'm hoping that might help you to keep track of the parts better.

So well, I hope you like it. Ekali's story is still my priority, but the thing is that when I get an idea it's kind of hard to not write about it. Which means that I've currently got five stories in the Elder Scrolls universe that I'm working on. And that is pretty annoying, but there isn't much I can do about it. So, now there's the Index, and then there's the first part.



Index:

Original Characters - Post #9

New Currency: Thalms - Post #29

3E

253, 12th Sun's Dawn Part 1 - Elyzara Moorhart returns to life - Post #40 - 19/12-2013

253, 12th Sun's Dawn Part 2 - Elyzara speaks to Periene and Periene speaks to Morgan - Post #46 - 19/4-2015

377 – Prince Geldall Septim is born.

378 – Prince Enman Septim is born.

380 – Prince Ebel Septim is born. A relatively new member of the Mages Guild defeats Mannimarco and is appointed arch-mage.

380, 11th Sun's Dawn – A young mage meets the Count of Skingrad and Sorcalin for the first time when they save her life - Post #17 - 21/8-2012

383, 3rd Hearthfire - Sorcalin is hired by the emperor - Post #31 - 25/12-2012

384, 14th Rain's Hand - Sorcalin speaks to Tar-Meena - Post #7 - 29/6-2012

384, 3rd Sun's Height – Sorcalin speaks with Adrasteia for the first time - Post #20 - 26/8-2012

389 - Jagar Tharn takes over

389, 29th Hearthfire – Sorcalin escapes with the emperor's heirs from the Imperial City - Post #14 - 14/8-2012

390, 12th Sun's Dawn – Adrasteia, Sorcalin's wife, is killed by Jagar Tharn - Post #10 - 10/8-2012

390, 13th Sun’s Dawn - Sorcalin buries Adrasteia - Post #38 - 15/10-2013

432 – Felisa Serhas is arrested and meets Valen Dreth

433 – Felisa Serhas meets Gasheera and escapes from prison. She later kills the love of her life, Valen Dreth, and conspires with Sa'Quira to “make a hero” of Gasheera.

433, 10th Second seed – Roland Jenseric witness a vampire feeding on his beloved - Post #2 - 25/6-2012

434 – The Oblivion crisis is ended, the 3rd era ends. S'iniith and He-Twists-His-Tail meet and travel to the Imperial city together.

4E

1 – 3 The Mages guild breaks apart, forming the College of Whispers and the Synod.

199, 24th Frostfall – Sorcalin meets an old acquaintance - Post #34 - 4/5-2013

201, 10th Last Seed – Sorcalin investigate rumors - Index post - 19/6-2012

201, 21st Last Seed – Sorcalin first meets Ekali

201, 23nd Last Seed – Dar'Ilthi confronts Sorcalin - Post #24 - 31/8-2012

202, Unknown – Sorcalin relaxes together with Ekali - Post #24 - 31/8-2012


Sources:
http://www.imperial-library.info/content/third-era
http://www.imperial-library.info/content/calendar-tamriel
http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Jagar_Tharn


4E 201, 10th Last Seed

Maven Black-Briar had just dipped the quill in ink and was about to start writing when she could see, in her peripheral, that her personal guard had just frozen. The plant by the window no longer swayed, and the dust motes hung like from a spider-web in the air. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of an Altmer in the leather armor usually worn by the Thieves guild. So she sighed, and moved the quill so that ink wouldn't drip on the papers in front of her.

“Why does every rumor-mongering scoundrel in the city speak of Saerdur's heading on an expedition into the mountains, when I'm certain that the Jarl put him in house-arrest?” he asked her as he walked up to one of the book-shelves and looked at the titles.

“And why would I know that?” she responded, watching him closely as he made his way around the room. The high elf turned to her with a smile.

“Why? You know everything that goes on in Riften, whether it's illegal or not.” Putting his hands on her desk, he leaned in close until their foreheads were a mere inch apart. Maven, though flustered, didn't flinch.

“A favor for a friend, you'll have to ask Dar'Ilthi if you want to know more. I didn't ask for the specifics,” she said, staring into his eyes with a grim expression.

“Maybe I'll do just that,” he said with another smile and stood up straight, making sure he hadn't dropped anything.

“It's a handy trick that, halting time,” she said in a bored manner, and he looked back at her.

“Why yes, I suppose it is.” He cast a glance at the guard. “Handy when you don't want anyone to know of your meeting.”

“Yes. Which is why you won't use it again.” She stared at him. He flashed a charming smile her way, and then he was gone, time back to normal.

The guard looked at Maven when she didn't write anything, and noticed the small puddle of ink that had collected on the desk. His brow furrowed in concern at this, as he was quite certain that puddle had not been there moments earlier. Then she turned her narrowed eyes at him, and he quickly resumed his former position.

:-:-:-:

Dar'Ilthi, being the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, though having her chambers further into the sanctuary than any other guild-member, never trusted completely in her safety. So it was that when she felt the change in the atmosphere of her room, she did not become startled, but merely calculated the strength with which she'd have to throw the book she was holding. She was at that moment lying on her bed, in the process of reading a rather large tome. She could feel the bump of the ebony dagger underneath her pillow, and she was very much aware of who had just entered her private chambers, uninvited.

Throwing the book at him with her left hand, she simultaneously grabbed the dagger in her right a mere moment before she flew at him. While in the air she heard the magical discharge that meant his ward had been disabled for the moment and then she was on his chest on the floor, dagger up against his neck.

“Guildmaster,” Dar'Ilthi snarled after a minutes silence, before she stepped of him and pulled the high elf to his feet.

“Listener,” he responded and patted his clothing as if to get the dust of them.

“No need to do that here. We keep our floors clean, unlike some.” She was staring at him when he looked up, taking a moment to decide whether or not he should ignore the remark.

“One day, you're going to get me killed with those tricks of yours. I don't think Maven would like that very much.” His voice was as carefree as ever when he next spoke.

“On the contrary, I think she'd cheer me on.” Dar'Ilthis' comment brought a chuckle to the Altmer's lips. She smiled slightly herself, before her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“Information. Why have Maven spread rumors that Saerdur Lawgiver is on a expedition to the Jerall Mountains, when he's clearly in house-arrest?” the man asked and leaned against the wall leisurely.

“Why do you care?” the Listener asked with a sigh, walking so that she could sit on her desk.

“I'm simply curious,” he answered.

“You're the one person I'm sure never is 'simply curious'.” Dar'Ilthi stared at him, taking her hair in her hands and braiding it over again.

“Nevertheless, I want to know,” he said with a smile that exposed his fangs. Merely glancing at them, Dar'Ilthi placed the dagger down onto the desk, and arose from it. She walked slowly up to him, one hand on her hip. With a sly smile, she then leaned in so that her mouth came close to his ear, something that was no easy feat thanks to his height.

“Are you sure I cannot discourage you from this?” she purred, putting one of her hands lightly on his arm.

“Quite.” The Altmer took her wrist in a hard grip to stop her from going further, and the seductive way in which she held herself was gone faster than it had come. They stood there, staring daggers at each other, for a few moments.

“Pity,” she snarled, wringing her hand from his grip, and stepped back a few steps. “It's family business, which means that it isn't yours.”

“Oh really, I wasn't aware that you had any family...” he trailed of with a smirk.

“Not all of us has centuries for a lifetime, who will remember me if I don't leave a legacy, hm?”

“I will. But then again I probably wouldn't go around talking about you,” the Altmer sighed. “Care to satisfy my curiosity yet?” She frowned.

“Not really, no. But I suppose that is the only way to get rid of your ugly face,” she smiled with her lips, while her eyes were still glaring.

“Naturally,” he answered her and winked, causing her to tilt her ears back slightly.

“I need to get my foster-daughter to Skyrim. She is a member of the Imperial legion, so the only way to get her here would be for them to send her. But because she's a forester, I doubt they'd send her to help with the war. Thus, I'm arranging to have her brought here,” Dar'Ilthi said, and the Altmer raised an eyebrow. “Her being accused for murder ought to be enough for the empire too hand her over.” The khajiit shrugged as if though it was the most natural thing in the world, and went to sit down on her desk.

“You're calling in favor's from Maven Black-Briar to have your foster-daughter brought to Skyrim?” he asked incredulously, and she shrugged again.

“It's important that she gets here.”

“Obviously.” The Altmer stood staring into the air for a few seconds before he shook his head and sighed.

“Well, I've ought to get going. Don't get your foot trapped in a bear-trap,” he said, and a moment later everything was back to normal, Dar'Ilthi alone in her room, shaking her head and sighing.

This post has been edited by Saquira: Apr 19 2015, 12:47 AM

[Saquira]

McBadgere: Thanks, I wasn't quite sure if I managed to make it sound realistic. The name Adrasteia is greek and means; "Who does not flee; the inescapable one", in case you want to know.

Zalphon: No, I don't think he did.

mALX: Thank you

So I'm posting two this time because the second is so short. Well, all of the stuff I post in this thread is short, but I like it that way. Anyways, I really love these two. The picture of Dirge falling into the water is so very appealing

4E 201, 23nd Last Seed

The thieves of the Ragged Flagon looked up from their card game when they heard the beating of boots against stone, and then wood. Dirge stepped in front of the dark shape coming out of the shadows. But, allowing her hood to fall down, Dar'Ilthi glared at the man and pushed him aside. Dirge fell into the water, and the rest of the thieves merely sat in shocked silence as the listener of the Dark Brotherhood stormed past into the cistern.

Her steps led her over the water of the cistern and past the people who were sparring. The person shooting with a bow was so shocked to see her that his arrow went wide from the target. Those who were training sword-fighting froze and turned to watch her.

She paid them no attention, but headed straight for the area just outside the vault, where the guild master was looking through the income reports. He looked up and started when he saw her, stepping back from the papers.

“Stay away from her,” the Listener growled and pushed him against the wall so that her retracted claws came dangerously close to his throat. He merely stared her in the eyes until the point when she growled in frustration and stepped back from him. Then the altmer touched his hand to his throat, so as to make sure it actually was alright, before stepping up to his desk again.

“Do you truly have so little faith in me?” he asked her, and she narrowed her eyes further before she stepped up next to him.

“Yes. And I've come too far to have you to destroy everything now,” Dar'Ilthi growled. Sorcalin shook his head and sighed as he looked up at her again.

“I don't mean her any harm, and why should I do what you say anyway?” he glared at her, and she glared back while leaning in close towards him.

“It doesn't matter what your intentions are, you leave bodies behind wherever you go! She has a task to complete!” The khajiit's voice rose to a shout at the end, and the elf's face got a forlorn expression.

“I don't need to be reminded of that. In any case, you can not expect to rule her life. You allowed her to leave you, now you have to deal with the consequences. The girl's the only one that can decide who she'll socialize with.” His eyes met hers as he looked her over, and a puzzled expression came over him. “You're afraid, you're afraid that your mistakes will make her fail. This is not about me,” By now his tone had lowered enough so that they were the only two who could hear each other. She started, and looked around to check so that it was really the case.

Then she turned back to him, fur bristled as she growled at him. “That's none of your business,” she spat at him.

“Just like it's none of your business who your daughter socializes with,” he shot back and she narrowed her eyes at him again. Her hands were down on the desk as she leaned towards him, and her claws were retracted once more, but they only thrashed a bunch of his papers when they glared at each other.

“I won't be held responsible for the outcome if I'm given the opportunity to kill you again,” she growled, and he gave a scathing smile in return.

“Likewise. Now, if you'd only leave, I have business to which I must attend,” he said, allowing the volume of his voice to increase so that the rest of the room could hear him. She cast a look around the room in which most of the thieves had gathered, weapons drawn or only half sheathed.

“Your subordinates will not always be here to protect you,” she said coldly as she sheathed her own claws and stood back from the desk.

“What makes you think I need them?” he asked coldly in return, allowing flames to engulf his hands just long enough for her to take notice, and she sent him one last glare before leaving the sewers.

4E 202, Unknown date

They're lying next to each other in the grass, the wolf on the other side of her resting as peacefully as he ever does. Sorcalin's thoughts are of her, of why he spoke to her in the beginning. Of why he'd continued to seek her out. Was it because she's Dragonborn, or because he knew her mother? He didn't think so then, and he still doesn't. Perhaps it was because of how she looked that first time, and how she's looked ever since.

She was in a dress amongst nobles, looking as out of place as anyone could. She spoke politely with everyone, yet the smile on her face was fake, just as his has been for many years. Perhaps that was the reason, because when he looked at her he recognized something he only saw in the mirror. Pain and sorrow, and the knowledge that whatever you do you can not get back what you lost. They're alive, but many times it doesn't feel like it.

She mentions the look on Ulfric Stormcloaks face the first time she met the man and he got to know that she's Dragonborn, he makes a funny remark, and she bursts out laughing. He can't remember ever hearing the sound from her, so he smiles, and then he's laughing as well. Something he hasn't done for many years. And he knows why he keeps talking to her and seeking her out. Because they're two sides of the same coin, they've experienced similar things and knows the same kind of sorrow. And both of them needs that carefree kind of relationship in which they've found themselves.

He's had partners, and he's had friends and affairs. But he's never had anyone in whom he recognizes himself. They're both magnets of trouble, and they've both been torn apart by their sense of duty. More importantly, they both have each others trust, something that neither of them dare give to more than a few.

They don't talk about the stuff that's caused their sorrow, they don't talk about her upcoming battle with Alduin. They talk about the shape of the clouds and who it was that stuck a stick up Maven Black-Briar's behind, what would happen if Stormcloak and Tullius became friends. And for once, they don't have to care about the people around them.

This post has been edited by Saquira: Jul 16 2016, 02:50 AM