Adventures of young High Elf Options

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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.

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Getting ready for departure

Anvil, Cyrodiil, 1st of Heartfire 3€433

Loypuur woke up around 12 am and while most of his guild members were already busy, he decided to take it easy! Back pain wasn’t gone yet and he wasn’t in a mood for stretching either, besides he needed to think about the latest events and plans for the future. After all, he hasn’t arrived to Cyrodiil to admire beautiful sunsets at The Gold Coast or flirting with exotic Redguard lasses, at least not in first place.

He sat down on a stony bench under a tree in front of The Count’s Arms, crossed his legs, leaned his head a little back and closed his eyes. He could feel the warm sun on his cheeks and heard a murmur of someone talking in the distance. On occasion he heard a sound of heavy boots chinking which meant that a guard must have passed him.

He came to Cyrodiil a few days ago with 200 septims and now, few days after, he had barely 35 in his pocket. Although he hoped to earn more, he didn’t worry either, after all he bought a very valuable silver battle axe and powerful healing spell. Loypuur disliked casting spells but sometimes his knowledge of basic alternating and restoring spells could come in handy. And while his magicka reservoir was huge, he didn’t regenerate it – the curse of The Atronach. Another reason why he was a shame to his family – a mage who doesn’t regenerate his magicka! While his family couldn’t get over it, Loypuur had no real problems… he never felt that he was a mage. Problem solved.

But his thoughts shift to past too many times! It was because of the Arena that he arrived to Cyrodiil. And he wasn’t any closer to it by spending his days in Anvil. It’s just that Loypuur hoped to earn more septims to buy better equipment. But as it looked like, his iron armor will have to do in the Arena. Or perhaps he will get a special armor there, just for the combatants? That he didn’t know. In fact he didn’t know a lot about the Arena at all, apart from few facts and rumors that he heard back in The Summerset Isles.

It was time to depart for the Imperial City and this was when Loypuur suddenly became… afraid. He had no idea about Cyrodiil in general and didn’t know where the Imperial city was. He saw a signpost outside Anvil and he could only hope that there are more of them on the main roads. He didn’t know how long will it take him to get there… days, weeks? Will he survive it? He wasn’t used to long marches… the only marches that he attended were those when he joined master Khedira and his army. Loypuur intentionally behaved badly on occasion so his father didn’t take him with him on his ‘journeys.’ ‘Well that is, if executions count as journeys’. While his father was convinced that he punished Loypuur by leaving him home, he had in fact made him happy! Because those were the only occasions when he had joined master Khedira and his soldiers and participated in fighting. Since he was very young at that time and since master Khedira didn’t want his superior’s son to get hurt, they mostly let him deal with weak enemies but Loypuur nonetheless felt like a true warrior!

Yet again he remembered his past! So as told before, he wasn’t used to long marches and he was afraid that he might get tired too often on his way to the capital. How much food shall he take with him? Where will he sleep if he doesn’t find an inn or a town? Will he survive the attacks of bandits and wild animals? How will he find himself up in the capital of Tamriel? But then again, these thoughts and fear of the unknown made Loypuur eagerly anticipate his departure! Scared on one hand, curious about his future on the other hand, Loypuur realized that he won’t be any smarter by sitting on the bench. It was decided – tomorrow, on the 2nd of Heartfire, he will depart Anvil as soon as he gets up.

He had basic iron armor, a quality silver battle axe, 35 gold and he’ll take some food from the Guild. If there won’t be enough of it in the Guild, he may visit The Flowing Bowl to purchase additional supplies which means that he may leave Anvil with much less than 35 septims. After one last walk to the shrine of Mara to admire the sunset, young adventurer returned to the Guild and went to sleep.

He must be in a good condition for what awaits him!

This post has been edited by Lopov: Mar 29 2013, 04:28 PM