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]

Part 1: The funeral

Road to Skingrad, Cyrodiil, 6th of Heartfire 3€433

In the morning Loypuur decided to use the Sigil Stone from Oblivion on his tan linens. He wasn’t completely sure what will the effect of this strange artifact be but thanks to his basic comprehension of magic he deduced that the stone was capable of either dispelling on strike or absorbing a spell – he chose the latter on his linens and thus increased his spell absorption given to him by his birth-sign.

He spotted a patrol of Imperial soldiers on a road and joined them. ‘Funny, while I was in the portal fighting Daedra I didn’t think about fear… but now, on the road again, I feel uneasy again.’ The patrol was ambushed several times and while Loypuur tried to help, he soon realized that he would be just a nuisance because four soldiers were more than able to deal with any bandits.

When he noticed an ancient-looking white well a short distance away from the road, he separated from the soldiers and decided to investigate this unusual finding. He soon found out its purpose – when drawing a power from it, his lost magicka regenerated immediately and his magicka reservoir expanded. ‘Very useful for someone like me, born under The Atronach.’

As he returned to the road, he noticed the same patrol of soldiers but something was not in order… there were only three of them. ‘Where’s the fourth one?’ As he looked down the road, he saw two bodies on the ground – he ran there and found out what had happened with the fourth soldier. He was dead, still holding his silver sword in his hand. Beside him a dead bandit was lying, probably the one responsible for the killing. ‘If I only remembered before… I could heal the soldier and perhaps he wouldn’t be dead now… but what kind of soldiers are the remaining three? Won’t they even bury their comrade? Or at least move him away from the main road? Will they leave him to rot in the middle of the road? Legion is obviously a cruel one, not caring much about… I hear someone approaching!’

High Elf had barely enough time to turn around – an angry looking Khajiit was rushing to him, his iron war-hammer ready for a strike. Loypuur couldn’t block the first blow but he managed to evade the second one and finally blocked the third one while at the same time pulling his axe out. The bandit was already wounded as he died after a first strike. ‘Perhaps it was this Khajiit that killed the soldier… in any case, he was avenged. And if Legion doesn’t take care of their members, then I will.’

Loypuur looked for an appropriate flower nearby and although there were many, the most appropriate seemed alkanet. He carefully picked it and placed it beside the dead soldier. Then he moved his legs and arms closer to his body and placed the sword on the top of him so that the soldier was still holding it in his hand. After he prayed to Mara for his soul, he left the sad place.

Part 2: Parwen

Skingrad, Cyrodiil, 6th of Heartfire 3€433

“No, I’ve just recently arrived to Cyrodiil. I’ve only been to Anvil before… and Kvatch. A real tragedy what happened there but I guess you already know that, little one. Skingrad is much different than Anvil though… or perhaps everyone had a bad day today. First the rude Orc horse seller and her overpriced horses. She even called me poor because I wasn’t prepared to give her 1000 septims for a bay horse. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to, having only 123 at the time. Then I was approached by a strange Wood Elf who wanted to meet me behind the chapel at midnight. When I asked him what was he talking about, he screamed at me and pretended that he doesn’t know me at all… the next person I came across was young Redguard and I friendly asked her about that Wood Elf. But she told me that she doesn’t trust me enough?! Funny, eh?

The next one I met was one of my race… he was going on and on about his sweetrolls and he didn’t trust me enough to talk about Wood Elf either! Unfortunately it seems that my charm more often works with men than with women… yes, don’t laugh, it’s true… and this man – Salmo at least told me that Wood Elf was a town eccentric. He gave me a reason good enough to stay away from him… honestly I don’t feel like meeting the Wood Elf behind the chapel at midnight. What if he fancies me?

As I kindly wanted to ask a nearby guard for some directions, he let me know immediately that he’ll inform the captain about a stranger in town. He also warned me to keep my weapons sheathed. I never had a feeling that I look dangerous and problematic… what do you think? Do I look like such? Huh… I asked him about the Wood Elf too and finally found out his name – Glarthir. The guard even called him ‘total nutcase’.
Well, then I headed to the Fighters guild. Well at the least the guild seemed in order. The whole building is much larger than the one in Anvil but there are less members and you seem to be more connected for that reason, if you know what I mean. But surprises never end. As I was having a meal, a bald Imperial approached, introduced himself as captain Dion and wanted to know why had I been curious about Glarthir? Obviously news in your town spread really fast. Well, I told him that he wanted to meet me behind the chapel and captain Dion advised me not to do that. I told him that it was not my intention but I had a feeling that he didn’t listen.

But then… then you came to my room… and I forgot about everything else. I forgot about the rude Orc, the crazy Wood Elf, the distrustful Redguard, the strict guard and the curious captain… I saw you and only you… Parwen!”

Loypuur finally finished his speech and he couldn’t believe that Parwen was in fact actually listening to him. ‘By Mara, I felt more nervous talking to her as I did when I was removing the Sigil Stone. Huh, what can one good-looking Wood Elf to do a young man’s heart? Her eyebrows, eyes and her smile! Coming to Skingrad was a wise thing to do!’

The young ‘couple’ was chatting for some time, sitting on a bench in the guild’s main hall. The news about Kvatch obviously reached Skingrad as Parwen knew of some ‘hero that went right into the gate and closed it’. Loypuur was in doubts whether he should tell her that it was him but he decided not to reveal himself. Later, Parwen went to do some more practicing and Loypuur went to one of the unoccupied rooms on the 2nd floor. ‘Parwen said she likes hunting – I’ll invite her to go goblin hunting with me tomorrow… hopefully she’ll agree!’

This post has been edited by Lopov: Apr 3 2013, 06:02 PM