Adventures of young High Elf Options

[Lopov]

Hello everyone,

this is my first attempt at writing in fan fiction. I've been regularly posting updates on Beth forums but since I recently started a new character, I decided to share his stories here. He's a High Elf and everything else of importance will be revealed through his stories. I'm playing dead-is-dead which means no reloading under any circumstance - if he dies, his adventures are over. English is not my first language, so there will definitely be some grammar mistakes but at least in the first short story most of them are intentional.

The Introduction

Anvil, Cyrodiil, 27th of Last Seed 3€433…

On 27th of Last Seed 3€433 an old ship sailed into Anvil docks. A few Redguard sailors had jumped overboard, tied the ship up and began unloading a cargo. The merchant ship was called ‘Child of Ra Gada’ and it belonged to captain Amut (known simply as The Capt’n), sailing between Hammerfell, Summerset Isles and Cyrodiil. But this time it was besides the cargo ‘transpouting’ someone else.

Firsthold, Summerset Isles, a week before…

“Nou,” said The Capt’n, a little angry because young High Elf obviously didn’t hear him the first time. “We’re nout transpoutin’ people, ye know, jest cargoo…”

“I’d really like to get to Anvil as soon as possible. I can pay you, of course,” quickly answered young red-haired High Elf. The Capt’n was all ears!

“Paaay me? Hmmmm… lemme fink nou… ther’ might be sam place fer ya, young oun… but it depends – hou mouch are ye willing too paaay?”

“Will hundred septims do?”

“A hoondred, ye say… hmmm… mrmmm… ufhm…”

“Two hundred?”

“Twoo… like twoo… hmmm…. that’s bett’r, young oun… but… hrmmm…”

“Three hundred then. My last offer.”

“Free hundred, young oun?! Ye’ve got yeself a deal, young oun! Junp aboard, we’re leeving soon…”
The Capt’n couldn’t know that a ‘young oun’ would be prepared to pay much more than three hundred septims just to get away from The Summerset Isles but luckily, that was not necessary. He jumped on ‘Child of Ra Gada’ and after a few minutes the ship sailed from the docks and headed for Cyrodiil. As High Elf was standing on the stern and watching his homeland disappearing in the distance, he felt heavy burden being lifted from his shoulders.

Anvil, Cyrodiil, 27th of Last Seed 3€433…

While sailors were unloading the cargo, young High Elf handed a small pouch to The Capt'n. In the last week he got quite attached to the funny captain, his accent and the sailors - they were a merry bunch, particularly compared to his family.

“Thank ye, kind oun! And don’t get yo’self kill’d in the cap’tal, ye knou…”

“I’ll do my best. Thank you and… happy sails!” Having said that, a young High Elf left ‘Child of Ra Gada’. Immediately after he left, first mate Smoush approached The Capt’n.

“Take a good look at him, Capt’n, because that’s the last time you see this young man.”

“Ay knou, Smoush… poor kid, hi’ll get hisself kill’d in a matt’r of days… aye, a pity, hi looooks nice and well-mann’d. ”

“Indeed, Capt’n. But he must be as mad as the hatter! He hopes to succeed in the Arena! The A-r-e-n-a! Have you ever heard of a High Elf who survived the Arena? The A-r-e-n-a?!”

“Stoup spellin’ on mee, I get ye’… I couoldn’t belief heem when hi said that hi’s goin’ to the Arena. Imag’ne, a High Elf… I tould heem hi was bo’n t’be a mage, magus, whateveh… but hi j’st smiled and car’lessly waved hees hant… bout hi wasn’t a snobby one leyk most of them ar’!”

“Yes, he seemed down-to-earth. Aye, aye, poor kid…”

“Pour indeeyd…”

“Yay, yay…”

“That’s enoughg! I’ll sta't creyin’ if I jest fink abaut heem a littl’ lounger… let’s unload th’t cargoo, th’n we’re leevin’…”

“Yes, Capt’n!”

And while ‘Child of Ra Gada’ was sailing from Anvil, young High Elf was still standing on the pier… admiring the sunny sky, people chattering and strange yet amazing architecture of a town called Anvil. He felt a stunning relief, being far away from the Summerset Isles… and his family.

A little insecure because of the new land but cheerful at the same time, Loypuur headed down the pier.

[Lopov]

Thanks, Grits - time for two new stories.

Two damsels in distress

Anvil, Cyrodiil, 30th of Last Seed 3€433

As Loypuur slowly began to wake up, he noticed someone standing next to his bed staring at him. He slowly opened his eyes, pretending to be asleep and saw Huurwen, a fellow guild member. ‘Must be because I’m sleeping in my loincloth only’ thought Loypuur, quite delighted that there was someone actually looking at him while being almost naked. He decided to lie still for a few more minutes. Huurwen eventually wandered off and now it was time to stand up and look for more work!

He slept well in a company of fellow guild members, the only shame being that Vigdis who was sleeping in a bed beside his, preferred sleeping in her clothes while Sten the Ugly, who was also sleeping in a bed beside his, preferred sleeping in his loincloth. And while Loypuur was glad to have a bed free of charge, he didn’t foresee his long-term future in the guild. Perhaps he wouldn’t even join if not being locked out of his room two days ago. As much as Loypuur liked being a warrior, he never fancied guilds, instead he imagined himself as a knight on a white horse, saving pretty damsels in distress.

Getting lost in dreams was something that Loypuur was very good at and before he ‘woke up’ he already arrived to the lighthouse, hoping to get some work. But yet again, there was no one and he decided not to waste time and instead headed for the ship in the docks on whose deck he saw a noble-looking lady. She was a High Elf like him and not particularly good-looking. But she was in a distress nonetheless! As she told Loypuur, a crystal ball was being kept in the ship but she couldn’t reach it because the ship was haunted. Apparently someone murdered the whole crew and now restless spirits of the slain sailors were trying to kill anyone that entered the ship.

Loypuur decided to help the lady, since he had some experiences killing the undead. Thanks to master Khedira, he knew that only silver weapons can harm undead and Loypuur already had a silver axe. He silently entered the cabin and immediately sensed a presence of something sinister. Not only the stench of the dead but also strange blue light that was emanating through the closed door of captain’s bedroom. He waited for a few seconds, thinking that whatever is on the other side, might perhaps open the door but that didn’t happen.

‘Loypuur, you have to be quick now. No hesitating… no dodging… just go ahead and attack!’

After he encouraged himself, he stormed through the door and almost ‘bumped’ into a spectral apparition. There was no time to admire the ghost’s sword or its spooky face… Loypuur swung his silver axe two times and it was enough… a green gas was getting out of the ghost, leaving only a glowing slime behind. Now he had some time to look around. There was a corpse of a dead msn, presumably the captain, on the bed and blood was everywhere around. ‘Whoever murdered him, must be a cruel person’ as he bent over the corpse, checking for something of importance. He found two keys of which one was identical to the one given to him by the lady while the other one obviously opened something else. What exactly, Loypuur decided to find out later. Now it was time to send the restless sailors to eternal rest.

The spectral sailors didn’t give him much trouble and apart from few scars and bruises, he dispatched of them quickly. If Loypuur found a scene in the captain’s cabin to be gruesome, then the discovery on the lower deck was even more so. All sailors were covered in blood and were obviously suffering before they died. Sometimes it looked like the murderer dragged the corpses and put them in unnatural positions like on a small table or over the barrels. But Loypuur wasn’t there to catch the murderer and he didn’t even intend to – this was a task for the guards. He retrieved a crystal ball from the chest and returned it to the lady on the deck. He was rewarded with a warm smile and enchanted cutlass and Loypuur immediately saw this as a great opportunity to earn a few more septims.

He flinged the cutlass in the air so it turned around and hoped to catch it but he threw it too high and the cutlass almost ended in the sea below. Loypuur quickly checked around if someone saw his incompetence of catching the cutlass but obviously people on the docks were too occupied with other things. There was only one thing to do at the haunted ship – find out which keyhole does the captain’ key fit in. He returned to the cabin and quickly found a locked chest. Loypuur unlocked it and found… a hundred gold! Was it his right to take it? Should he leave it there for the authorities to take it? … Loypuur checked around if there’s someone in the room although he already knew that beside the slain captain and remains of the ghost there was none. ‘Dead don’t need gold, do they? And the authorities did nothing to put those poor souls to rest’ he said and placed the gold in his purse.

After a meal at The Flowing Bowl in a company of a guild member Rhano, Loypuur headed to the chapel and had enough septims to buy so called Heal major wounds spell. Since it was afternoon, he decided to look for some more work at the other ship in the docks. But as it turned out, the entrance to the cabin was tightly locked and there was no one on the deck. ‘I can as well take it easy until the evening’ figured Loypuur and went for a short stroll through lovely Anvil. As he came close to the chapel, he decided to visit the castle. He heard a rumor about the countess who apparently lost her husband many years ago. ‘Must be a competent woman to run the town like Anvil on her own’ thought Loypuur as he entered the castle’s hall. After admiring pictures of Anvil and its vicinity in the large foyer he went to the other room where a counters herself was sitting. There was complete silence in the room and Loypuur had a feeling similar to one in the chapel.

He introduced himself to the beautiful countess Millona but was careful not to act too seductive for two reasons. First one being that she was a countess and second one that her bodyguard was right behind him and Loypuur didn’t know what the penalties for flirting with the countess are. His services were obviously not required at the castle and he took a slow walk back to the mainland. After admiring the sunset from the bridge he remembered seeing a farm not far from Anvil’s main gate. Loypuur spent a lot of time gardening in his past and he had quite some knowledge about flora of Tamriel. But as it turned out, his help regarding gardening was not needed here, instead the farm owner Maeva the Buxom (‘a dominate-looking Nord with big boobies’ thought Loypuur) was recently abandoned by her husband, some guy called Bjalfi the contemptible. ‘Hmm… what kind of name is that?’

But that was not the problem – the problem was that Bjalfi escaped with a mace that obviously belonged to Maeva before the marriage. Loypuur wondered whether Maeva really wants that mace back or is just desperate because her husband didn’t escape with a lover but with… a mace! ‘Strange times’ thought High Elf but decided to look for the mace in a nearby Fort Strand tomorrow. He remembered seeing this fort from the bridge linking Anvil and the castle so he shouldn’t have any difficulties finding it. Since Maeva the Very Buxom didn’t mind his company, he joined her for a supper and although she was telling him about her husband all the time, the supper was good nonetheless. Loypuur once again agreed that Nords are good cooks, no matter if they are contemptible or buxom.

It was late as he left the farm and slowly headed to the guild. When he arrived, most of guild members were already asleep but unfortunately this time everyone was sleeping in their clothes. Well since Loypuur just couldn’t sleep in his clothes and since there was a chest beside his bed that definitely served a purpose for storing the equipment in, he undressed, leaned a silver battle axe against the wall and lied down in his bed. Before falling asleep, he was hoping to be awakened in the same manner as today… that is being observed by some guild member, preferably a female one.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Mar 27 2013, 03:24 PM