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]

Loypuur the Rat savior

Anvil, Cyrodiil, 28th of Last Seed 3€433

On his 2nd day in Anvil, Loypuur learnt that one should be very careful when renting a room in Cyrodiil and leaving some of the stuff inside with an intention to pick it up later. But first things first.

After well-deserved sleep Loypuur visited the chapel of Dibella and prayed for the Emperor as advised by some Chancellor Ocato in The Black Horse Courier newspaper. Loypuur never really had a feeling that there was an Emperor in Cyrodiil, especially because he was born in an aristocratic and racist family that never acknowledged Uriel Septim VII as the Emperor. That was in fact another reason why Loypuur became interested in the Emperor, often embarrassing his father with the questions about Uriel Septim and the Empire. After spending some time in the chapel he wanted to purchase some spells from Trevaia – the only one that seemed worth buying was a powerful healing spell called Heal Major Wounds. But since he didn’t have 394 septims to buy it, he decided to postpone the purchase. Curious about what lies on the other side of Anvil’s main gate, he wandered there and noticed… stables! There were many beautiful white horses that seemed fast and hardy. Loypuur loved animals, particularly horses and he decided to purchase one.

Well, things didn’t go as planned and he couldn’t afford a horse with only 174 septims. The good-looking Redguard horse seller demanded 4000 gold for one of her white beauties and Loypuur came to a realization that he’ll probably have to walk to the Imperial City. All in all, at least he could take a good look at the horse seller and he wondered whether she’s as wild as horse when in bed. Thoughtful about the horse seller he returned to Anvil and paid a visit to Morvayn’s peacemakers and fell in love with… two-handed silver battle axe! He just had to have it and after some bartering (Loypuur was obviously more successful with men than with women - something he wasn’t very proud of) he purchased a shiny axe for 170 septims. He decided to sell his rusty mace and shield that he left behind in his room at The Count’s Arms. But alas, that was not so easy. The innkeeper Wilbur already locked up his room and he didn’t let Loypuur in, no matter what. He demanded a full price of 25 gold which Loypuur couldn’t afford, having only 4 gold in his pockets.

Not worrying too much about the situation, young High Elf decided to look for some work (to earn at least 25 septims), there was definitely someone who would require his services, perhaps even a pretty damsel in distress… who would faint in his arms when he had saved her from whatever peril plagued her… Lost in his dreams he decided to ask for some work at the lighthouse. But there was no one and after admiring Anvil from the top of the tower, he returned to the docks. There he was approached by a rather strange-looking Bosmer who demanded that Loypuur guesses his name. He gave him two possible choices – Caenlorn or Maenlorn. ‘Must be one of those freaks that can be met in the docks’ thought Loypuur but decided to guess nonetheless since the fellow was likeable. And he was correct – it was Caenlorn! Caenlorn praised him and his good memory but Loypuur was pretty sure that the two had never met before. Anyway, what mattered was that Caenlorn directed Loypuur to the Fighters guild if he’s looking for work and has stones for it. As already mentioned, Loypuur always felt that he was born to be a warrior, so he headed to the Guild.

He was accepted into the Guild immediately and his superior Azzan had a first contract for him ready – apparently there were some rats that needed to be killed! ‘Should be fun’ thought Loypuur and looked for the house of madam Thelas. How very wrong he was! He didn’t need to kill the rats, he had to protect them! It didn’t matter to Loypuur as long as he’ll earn something and get an access to his room at The Count’s Arms so he went to the basement. There fell a first victim of his new silver axe – the starving mountain lion. It was beautiful yet deadly-looking animal and Loypuur never saw its kind before. But as it turned out, madam Thelas with a high-pitched voice wanted Loypuur to get rid of every possible mountain lion in the vicinity. She advised him to seek Pinarus Inventius for help. ‘Inventius? That must be the painter’s husband’ thought Loypuur but unfortunately their house was locked. After a fruitless search through Anvil, specifically The Flowing Bowl and a strange place that started with ‘F’, Loypuur finally found the esteemed hunter close to the main gate. They made a short work of the mountain lions but even that was not enough to please madam Thelas. ‘No wonder she’s living with rats, probably no man could please her… ever’ thought Loypuur but decided to return a smile even when she ordered him to spy on the back of her house because there was supposedly one of her neighbors sneaking around. As unbelievable as it sounded, there was in fact an Argonian behind her house, placing some meat close to the hole that led directly to Arvena’s basement. Having no choice, Loypuur confronted her.

As it turned out, the Argonian in question was no other than Quill-Weave, an obviously famous writer about whom Loypuur read yesterday. Since her voice was a balm to his ears (not high-pitched) and since he believed her that she didn’t know that her meat had attracted mountain lions to the town, Loypuur decided not to betray her. She promised him a reward at her house but this time Loypuur hoped that it’s not what he had thought it was. In the end, everyone was happy. Mountain lions were slain so madam Thelas gave Loypuur a hundred septims, more than enough to extend the lodging at The Count’s Arms. Quill-Weave’s secret was not made public and she taught Loypuur a few good acrobatic moves. Loypuur was finally able to gain an access to his room and after supper he went to his comfortable bed. It was funny and memorable day and thinking back Loypuur came to a conclusion that if Wilbur hadn’t locked him out of his room in the morning, then mountain lions would have killed madam Thelas’ rats.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Mar 24 2013, 01:08 PM

[Renee]

. It was funny and memorable day and thinking back Loypuur came to a conclusion that if Wilbur hadn’t locked him out of his room in the morning, then mountain lions would have killed madam Thelas’ rats.

Funny how little things like this happen in a virtual world, you know? This portion of the tale (where Loypuur is in Anvil) reminds me of Eldar, when he cursed the rats, Pinarus and his shirt, etc. I still remember that moment from months ago.

I am far behind on this (and all the other reading I've been doing) but you know me. I'll catch up!

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Mar 27 2013, 04:15 PM