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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Convalescence

The Gold Coast, Cyrodiil, 4th of Heartfire 3€433

“Good day, Norbert” Loypuur greeted Norbert Lelles as he entered the store.
“Seeing you just makes me feel again safer.”
“I need you to give me the best price for this cuirass, Norbert. It carries an emblem of Kvatch and is enchanted.”
“Let me see… hmmm.. a rare one indeed considering that most of other cuirasses I’ve ran across are non-enchanted. Let me take a closer look and I will give you a fair price.”
“Good... Have you heard any rumors about Kvatch perhaps.”
“I've heard Carahil is a powerful illusionist. No wonder she's the ranking mage here in Anvil."
“I see” said Loypuur but thought: ‘That’s what I call a straight answer. People in Anvil are obviously oblivious of the Oblivion gate and the demise of Kvatch.’
“254.”
“Let’s make it 273.”
“I can’t afford to do that.”
“266.”
“A fine bargain. Thank you. Please, come again.”
With 266 septims more in his pocket Loypuur headed to the chapel.

…

“Good day, Trevaia. I’d like you to learn me one of your spells… I forgot its name but it’s the one that’ll enable me to heal others.”
“You probably mean Convalescence then?”
“Yes, that one. Heard any rumors about Kvatch perhaps?”
“I swear that when I passed the Benirus manor last night, I heard someone scream inside. Velwyn Benirus will never sell that deathtrap.”
“Good to know.” ‘What that does have to do with Kvatch?’ thought High Elf.
After Trevaia taught Loypuur how to cast the Convalescence spell, Loypuur left Anvil, ready to heal the survivors at Kvatch. ‘I made a good decision by selling that cuirass, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to afford the spell.’

Since Loypuur didn’t want to lose any more time, he ‘borrowed’ nice and hardy chestnut horse from The Brina Cross Inn stables. ‘I’ll return you here soon, I promise’ he said to the horse as they were riding towards Kvatch. He kept his word and after he had arrived to Kvatch main gate, he let the horse go and it obviously knew where it has to go. ‘Smart animal.’

Heavy rain put the fire out and the refugees moved inside the town walls and made two camps inside. In first one there were Berich Inian and Tierra, taking care of any unwanted visitors while in second one were the civilians and captain Savlian Matius.

Loypuur’s newly learnt spell did a lot of good… he healed Tierra as she was sleeping, then Berich Inian, Savlian Matius and finally some civilians that were in a need of healing. Luckily, there was a healer among survivors, a Redguard Oleta and she already did a good job with healing the wounded.

Loypuur was almost out of his magicka when he was done with healing but he felt good because he knew that he had done something good. As the sun began to set, he made a short walk through the sad town… burnt trees, destroyed homes, ruined chapel, ragged emblems, demolished statues… Loypuur had never seen such a disaster. He tried to imagine the feelings and distress of the survivors but he couldn’t… he had never experienced anything similar before.

‘But what was the motive for this attack? Did they just want to demolish the entire town for the sake of doing it? How did the gate even appear in front of the town? And who opened it? Was it really Lord Dagon himself as that old priest with a torch claims? Can this happen to other towns as well? So many questions, so little answers… actually… none answer.’

But Loypuur had to admit that while people were desperate of their destiny, most of them were already thinking about rebuilding Kvatch. ‘From what I understand, it already happened before when someone called Camoran Usurper destroyed the town. Perhaps they’ll manage to rebuild it. It’s a good thing that we, High Elves, live a long life. I’d really like to see this town in its glory again.’

Optimistic about the future of Kvatch, Loypuur left the town and headed east, following the black walls of Kvatch and walking under the burnt trees, each of them a memory to the tragedy that occurred here. Not long after he spotted a farm in the valley below.

‘By Mara, a farm! Were the residents victims of the Daedra as well? I better check it out!’
He hurried to a farm and while approaching the house, he noticed something big and brown moving in the tall grass not far away. ‘Must be Daedra’ thought Loypuur as he readied his axe and ran to the unknown creature. As it turned out, it was not Daedra but an angry minotaur with a steel war-hammer and he managed to hit Loypuur a few times before the High Elf killed him. Even more afraid for the residents of the farm, Loypuur hurried inside the house, only to find it… abandoned.

‘From what it looks like there hasn’t been anyone inside for a few days. Perhaps they fled after what happened to Kvatch or were inside the town when the attack occurred.’ But the thorough search of the farm yielded something else… Loypuur found a note in which someone named Slythe claimed that he knew what had been responsible for the tragedy at Kvatch. Slythe wrote about something called The Sunken One that apparently lives in a nearby cave. He also wrote about some offering that must be made for the tragedy not to repeat!

Loypuur couldn’t make much sense out of Slythe’s note but he decided to check the cave out. Unfortunately a fight with the minotaur left him a few new bruises and scars and he was tired from the hard day so he was in no shape to venture into the cave now. ‘I don’t want to run into The Sunken One unprepared, whatever that is. I need a rest, just a little rest. Few hours and then I’ll be ready.’

This time young High Elf overestimated his abilities … as soon as he lied to a soft bed, his strain took over and he instantly fell asleep… for much longer then he had planned to.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Apr 3 2013, 06:01 PM