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]

Thank you, Grits and mALX, for positive and encouraging comments.

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The Sunken One and The Gardener

The Gold Coast, Cyrodiil, 5th of Heartfire 3€433

As he was making way through the Sandstone cave, Loypuur wondered what could The Sunken One be… ‘It sounds like some beast that has been living deep underground for centuries… perhaps I’m wrong but it doesn’t seem very likely that it would be responsible for what happened at Kvatch. I hope I’ll be able to defeat if I have to face it.’

The only inhabitants were wolves and imps and Loypuur had standard techniques of killing them. He waited for the wolves to come close and then he powerfully hit them, usually one hit was enough. With imps he waited until they ran out of fire and then repeated the procedure as with wolves. He was unharmed when he found a corpse of Slythe and a sack beside his corpse.

‘Sadly he’s dead, just as I thought. Seems for a few days… what do we have here in this sack? Hmm… few pearls, nuggets and some gold. I guess that’s an offering. And what’s that… seems like remains of Slythe’s journal.’

As Loypuur finished reading Slythe’s journal, he wondered where was the creature so far? Apparently it killed Slythe but Loypuur hasn’t encountered it yet. ‘Did it leave the cave?’ But as the turned around, he immediately noticed The Sunken One. Gigantic creature from numerous stones, some fixed and some floating around it. Loypuur recognized it immediately…

‘The Storm Atronach… I’ve seen some of them before in Summerset Isles… but I’ve never faced one. It hasn’t spotted me yet. Time to attack!' For some reason Loypuur shouted "For Kvatch!" as he attacked The Sunken One. It gave him some inner strength as he dealt a powerful blow to the Storm Atronach. The stones around it began to spin faster and Loypuur thought that it would explode! But he didn’t stop… he was dealing blow after blow and the stone beast was soon just a memory.

‘Huh… that was easier as I expected.’

After he gained some salts from its remains and made a last bow to Slythe, who died while performing a noble cause, Loypuur left the sad cave. He didn’t feel guilty for Slythe’s dead because from its journal it was clear that Slythe had been dead by the time Loypuur arrived to Kvatch. He doubted that The Sunken One was responsible for the Oblivion gate but it was a good riddance in either case.

…

With the intention to help survivors from Kvatch a little more, Loypuur decided to do some gardening. So he harvested some plants from Slythe’s farm, specifically potatoes, carrots, pumpkins, leeks and corns and using a small carriage he delivered them to Kvatch.

His act brought a smile and happiness to the people and Loypuur told them about the farm a little west of town where they could gather free plants. He didn’t go into details about Slythe’s death instead he told them that “Slythe Serengi was a noble man who died in a fight with a powerful Daedra.”

‘It would be a shame if the farm wasn’t used for its potential.’ Now he really felt like there’s nothing more he could do here. If he felt bad when being proclaimed The Hero of Kvatch, he now felt better because he knew that he had really done something good that may help the people in long term. Tired from the battle with The Sunken One and gardening, Loypuur decided to spend one more night at Slythe’s farm.

‘In the morning I’m continuing towards the Imperial City… I hope the rest of the journey will be less eventful. On the other hand, I’ve gained some experience and I won’t be a complete amateur by the time I reach the capital.’

Although he often remembered the events at Kvatch, he was slowly getting in a better mood. ‘If I could only find out who was the old man from my dream…’With these thoughts in mind, Loypuur fell asleep.

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