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.

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Burnt trees

The Gold Coast, Cyrodiil, 2nd of Heartfire 3€433

It was around 10:30 am that Loypuur left Anvil. He could feel that he was postponing the departure for as long as possible… first he went to buy some food although he already took a lot from the Guild. Then he went to the chapel and prayed to Mara who rewarded him with a boost of willpower and a warm Divine smile. Only after that, when he really didn’t have anything else to do, young High Elf left Anvil and looked back on more than one occasion – he really grew fond of that town.

Few miles away from Anvil he was approached by a Khajiit highwayman who demanded all of his money. Loypuur had 12 gold in his pockets and he told a Khajiit that he doesn’t have any. It didn’t help, a Khajiit attacked him nonetheless and Loypuur killed him with the silver battle axe. For some reason the Khajiit’s weapon was poisoned with a personality draining poison – Loypuur didn’t understand why would a road bandit lower his personality but each to their own.

He bought more food at The Brina Cross Inn and continued his journey. Soon after that, he noticed a town located high on his left and trees around it looked burnt. And it looked like the town walls were burnt as well but they could as well be so dark – Loypuur couldn’t say for sure from the distance. When he came to a signpost, he found out that the town on his left must be Kvatch. He was in a dilemma whether to continue and have a meal somewhere in the nature or stop at Kvatch. After some pondering he decided to visit the town, curious why the trees around it were burnt.

After making only a few steps on the road to Kvatch he bumped into one of his race… and he seemed very delusional! He was rambling about a town in flames, Daedra from the gate and everyone being dead… Loypuur couldn’t ask anything more because the High Elf immediately ran away. ‘Now what was he talking about? A town destroyed, Daedra from Oblivion, …I should go and see what’s going on there but I guess he was drunk… Everything seems quiet down here.’

And so Loypuur went on…

This post has been edited by Lopov: Mar 29 2013, 04:27 PM