The man with green eyes, A story of a man Options

[Saquira]

The man with green eyes

“Oh him. Of course, you wouldn't know him, having just come to Skyrim. I'm so used to seeing him that I couldn't ever imagine someone not having met him. The Altmer calls himself Sorcalin, he's been around as long as anyone can remember. My father introduced him to me. I doubt there's anyone of importance in Skyrim whom he haven't met, except you of course. Perfect gentleman, and he owns a house out in the Rift. Though now that I think about it, I have never found out how he earned all of that money, or where he came from,”
- Jarl Balgruuf, 4E 201 21st Last Seed



Author's note:
So this is the story of Sorcalin, the Altmer mystery. Excerpts from his story anyway. I've had such an annoying writer's block lately concerning my other stories, so I've decided to publish some of the stuff that I actually have managed to write. Though I'm not sure if you'll like Sorcalin as much as I do, I certainly hope so.

So, in this first post I'll have an Index of what happens in my version of the elder scrolls universe, with links to the posts that are parts from Sorcalin's life. I won't be posting them in any kind of order, since not even I know exactly how old the guy is, and because this is a spur of the moment kind of thing. It's just lots of stuff that takes place in the Elder Scrolls universe and has one common thing in them, Sorcalin. I'll also write the dates that I upload and update the different parts, and I'm hoping that might help you to keep track of the parts better.

So well, I hope you like it. Ekali's story is still my priority, but the thing is that when I get an idea it's kind of hard to not write about it. Which means that I've currently got five stories in the Elder Scrolls universe that I'm working on. And that is pretty annoying, but there isn't much I can do about it. So, now there's the Index, and then there's the first part.



Index:

Original Characters - Post #9

New Currency: Thalms - Post #29

3E

253, 12th Sun's Dawn Part 1 - Elyzara Moorhart returns to life - Post #40 - 19/12-2013

253, 12th Sun's Dawn Part 2 - Elyzara speaks to Periene and Periene speaks to Morgan - Post #46 - 19/4-2015

377 – Prince Geldall Septim is born.

378 – Prince Enman Septim is born.

380 – Prince Ebel Septim is born. A relatively new member of the Mages Guild defeats Mannimarco and is appointed arch-mage.

380, 11th Sun's Dawn – A young mage meets the Count of Skingrad and Sorcalin for the first time when they save her life - Post #17 - 21/8-2012

383, 3rd Hearthfire - Sorcalin is hired by the emperor - Post #31 - 25/12-2012

384, 14th Rain's Hand - Sorcalin speaks to Tar-Meena - Post #7 - 29/6-2012

384, 3rd Sun's Height – Sorcalin speaks with Adrasteia for the first time - Post #20 - 26/8-2012

389 - Jagar Tharn takes over

389, 29th Hearthfire – Sorcalin escapes with the emperor's heirs from the Imperial City - Post #14 - 14/8-2012

390, 12th Sun's Dawn – Adrasteia, Sorcalin's wife, is killed by Jagar Tharn - Post #10 - 10/8-2012

390, 13th Sun’s Dawn - Sorcalin buries Adrasteia - Post #38 - 15/10-2013

432 – Felisa Serhas is arrested and meets Valen Dreth

433 – Felisa Serhas meets Gasheera and escapes from prison. She later kills the love of her life, Valen Dreth, and conspires with Sa'Quira to “make a hero” of Gasheera.

433, 10th Second seed – Roland Jenseric witness a vampire feeding on his beloved - Post #2 - 25/6-2012

434 – The Oblivion crisis is ended, the 3rd era ends. S'iniith and He-Twists-His-Tail meet and travel to the Imperial city together.

4E

1 – 3 The Mages guild breaks apart, forming the College of Whispers and the Synod.

199, 24th Frostfall – Sorcalin meets an old acquaintance - Post #34 - 4/5-2013

201, 10th Last Seed – Sorcalin investigate rumors - Index post - 19/6-2012

201, 21st Last Seed – Sorcalin first meets Ekali

201, 23nd Last Seed – Dar'Ilthi confronts Sorcalin - Post #24 - 31/8-2012

202, Unknown – Sorcalin relaxes together with Ekali - Post #24 - 31/8-2012


Sources:
http://www.imperial-library.info/content/third-era
http://www.imperial-library.info/content/calendar-tamriel
http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Jagar_Tharn


4E 201, 10th Last Seed

Maven Black-Briar had just dipped the quill in ink and was about to start writing when she could see, in her peripheral, that her personal guard had just frozen. The plant by the window no longer swayed, and the dust motes hung like from a spider-web in the air. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of an Altmer in the leather armor usually worn by the Thieves guild. So she sighed, and moved the quill so that ink wouldn't drip on the papers in front of her.

“Why does every rumor-mongering scoundrel in the city speak of Saerdur's heading on an expedition into the mountains, when I'm certain that the Jarl put him in house-arrest?” he asked her as he walked up to one of the book-shelves and looked at the titles.

“And why would I know that?” she responded, watching him closely as he made his way around the room. The high elf turned to her with a smile.

“Why? You know everything that goes on in Riften, whether it's illegal or not.” Putting his hands on her desk, he leaned in close until their foreheads were a mere inch apart. Maven, though flustered, didn't flinch.

“A favor for a friend, you'll have to ask Dar'Ilthi if you want to know more. I didn't ask for the specifics,” she said, staring into his eyes with a grim expression.

“Maybe I'll do just that,” he said with another smile and stood up straight, making sure he hadn't dropped anything.

“It's a handy trick that, halting time,” she said in a bored manner, and he looked back at her.

“Why yes, I suppose it is.” He cast a glance at the guard. “Handy when you don't want anyone to know of your meeting.”

“Yes. Which is why you won't use it again.” She stared at him. He flashed a charming smile her way, and then he was gone, time back to normal.

The guard looked at Maven when she didn't write anything, and noticed the small puddle of ink that had collected on the desk. His brow furrowed in concern at this, as he was quite certain that puddle had not been there moments earlier. Then she turned her narrowed eyes at him, and he quickly resumed his former position.

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Dar'Ilthi, being the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, though having her chambers further into the sanctuary than any other guild-member, never trusted completely in her safety. So it was that when she felt the change in the atmosphere of her room, she did not become startled, but merely calculated the strength with which she'd have to throw the book she was holding. She was at that moment lying on her bed, in the process of reading a rather large tome. She could feel the bump of the ebony dagger underneath her pillow, and she was very much aware of who had just entered her private chambers, uninvited.

Throwing the book at him with her left hand, she simultaneously grabbed the dagger in her right a mere moment before she flew at him. While in the air she heard the magical discharge that meant his ward had been disabled for the moment and then she was on his chest on the floor, dagger up against his neck.

“Guildmaster,” Dar'Ilthi snarled after a minutes silence, before she stepped of him and pulled the high elf to his feet.

“Listener,” he responded and patted his clothing as if to get the dust of them.

“No need to do that here. We keep our floors clean, unlike some.” She was staring at him when he looked up, taking a moment to decide whether or not he should ignore the remark.

“One day, you're going to get me killed with those tricks of yours. I don't think Maven would like that very much.” His voice was as carefree as ever when he next spoke.

“On the contrary, I think she'd cheer me on.” Dar'Ilthis' comment brought a chuckle to the Altmer's lips. She smiled slightly herself, before her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“Information. Why have Maven spread rumors that Saerdur Lawgiver is on a expedition to the Jerall Mountains, when he's clearly in house-arrest?” the man asked and leaned against the wall leisurely.

“Why do you care?” the Listener asked with a sigh, walking so that she could sit on her desk.

“I'm simply curious,” he answered.

“You're the one person I'm sure never is 'simply curious'.” Dar'Ilthi stared at him, taking her hair in her hands and braiding it over again.

“Nevertheless, I want to know,” he said with a smile that exposed his fangs. Merely glancing at them, Dar'Ilthi placed the dagger down onto the desk, and arose from it. She walked slowly up to him, one hand on her hip. With a sly smile, she then leaned in so that her mouth came close to his ear, something that was no easy feat thanks to his height.

“Are you sure I cannot discourage you from this?” she purred, putting one of her hands lightly on his arm.

“Quite.” The Altmer took her wrist in a hard grip to stop her from going further, and the seductive way in which she held herself was gone faster than it had come. They stood there, staring daggers at each other, for a few moments.

“Pity,” she snarled, wringing her hand from his grip, and stepped back a few steps. “It's family business, which means that it isn't yours.”

“Oh really, I wasn't aware that you had any family...” he trailed of with a smirk.

“Not all of us has centuries for a lifetime, who will remember me if I don't leave a legacy, hm?”

“I will. But then again I probably wouldn't go around talking about you,” the Altmer sighed. “Care to satisfy my curiosity yet?” She frowned.

“Not really, no. But I suppose that is the only way to get rid of your ugly face,” she smiled with her lips, while her eyes were still glaring.

“Naturally,” he answered her and winked, causing her to tilt her ears back slightly.

“I need to get my foster-daughter to Skyrim. She is a member of the Imperial legion, so the only way to get her here would be for them to send her. But because she's a forester, I doubt they'd send her to help with the war. Thus, I'm arranging to have her brought here,” Dar'Ilthi said, and the Altmer raised an eyebrow. “Her being accused for murder ought to be enough for the empire too hand her over.” The khajiit shrugged as if though it was the most natural thing in the world, and went to sit down on her desk.

“You're calling in favor's from Maven Black-Briar to have your foster-daughter brought to Skyrim?” he asked incredulously, and she shrugged again.

“It's important that she gets here.”

“Obviously.” The Altmer stood staring into the air for a few seconds before he shook his head and sighed.

“Well, I've ought to get going. Don't get your foot trapped in a bear-trap,” he said, and a moment later everything was back to normal, Dar'Ilthi alone in her room, shaking her head and sighing.

This post has been edited by Saquira: Apr 19 2015, 12:47 AM

[Saquira]

I've been working on this since before christmas, but couldn't quite figure out what exactly he'd have to talk with her about until a while ago.

4E 199, 24th Evening Star

The wind was blowing hard outside the wooden walls of the Dead Mans' Drink, sending up snow in large white clouds. It was a quiet place, especially considering it was Saturalia, and the few that talked did so at a low tone while the bard was working on restringing his lute. The majority of people in the inn were Nords, men and women whom had no-one to celebrate the holiday with, or whom had chosen to do so with their friends in the tavern. Only one non-human could be found in the room, and so suspicious looks came her way every now and then.

The door was thrown open suddenly, and many eyes found the man that stepped through. He was untroubled, lowering his leather hood and wiping snow of his clothes before stepping up to the bar. His hand put a handful of thalms on the desk before he spoke.

“A bottle of wine and a bowl of soup please,” the High elf male said with a smile, and the innkeeper nodded in response, pouring some soup from the nearby cauldron and handing it to him together with a spoon, a bottle and a glass. The elf took them with a simple thank you, and walked over to the table where the lone elf woman was sitting. She bent her head up towards him when he sat down, raising an eyebrow silently.

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“Well, you certainly look better than when we met the last time,” he said and gestured in the direction of her face. She smiled, and the action accentuated the dimples she'd acquired over the years. The raven black hair on her head was cut short, and though she'd gained several scars over the past two centuries, she looked no more than five years the senior of the woman she'd once been. The hide armour fit snugly around her slim body, and a recurve bow rested against the leg of the table.

“What can I say, the life of a hunter suits me better than I thought,” she answered with a smile, leaning back in the wooden chair. The light thrown upon them from the fire gave her dark skin a warmer tone, but it also helped him see the tattoo in the shape of a hand that rested upon her forehead.

“So I see. What happened to your eyes?” Her smile faltered slightly when he mentioned it, his eyes meeting hers. He couldn't tell if she was looking at him, because a milky white mist covered them, and the last trace of the Dunmer red was long since gone.

“Animal attack. Amazing the kind of damage some claws can do,” she said with sullen mirth, smiling slightly when she downed the remains of the drink in her own glass. Sorcalin's lips turned up slightly, and he uncorked the bottle he'd bought and filled up both of their glasses, at which she raised her eyebrow again. “Now that's something I haven't seen for a century.” She smirked.

“Shouldn't you be blind?” Sorcalin asked with a puzzled look.

“I'm blind, trust me. But there are other ways to see than with your eyes. My other senses are all heightened, and I got some help to modify a life detect enchantment.” She raised her hand on which a silver ring rested before taking another sip from her glass as he started eating his soup. “Stone has the least amount of energy, then there's metal and dead tree. You'd be amazed at the amount of differences there can be in life energy. For example, your lips and eyes have a different tint than the rest of your face, which is how I know that you're smiling. It also changes depending on people's mood,” she said, sighing into the glass.

“Sounds useful,” the Altmer commented.

“If you can't see, yes. Anyone else would probably just get one heck of a headache though. I know what a nuisance the normal spell was. Took me a full hundred years to get used to it.” She turned her head to the fire, closing her eyes briefly as she felt the warmth against them. He smiled slightly at the sight, before her eyes snapped open again and she turned her head back to the High Elf. The smile faltered slightly, as the dimness in her eyes meant that he did not know whether she was looking at him, or something in her peripheral.

“So, how do you occupy yourself these days? Last time we met I recall that you were very active with the Synod and their business.” He smiled again at that comment, and took another sip of his drink.

“Well, that is one thing that certainly has changed. I left the mages years ago, and have apparently become something of a legend here in Skyrim. There are all these interesting rumours of who I actually am, though none of them are actually true. It's quite fun, and a nice change of pace. Mostly however, I run the Thieves guild operating out of Riften here in Skyrim. It's quite profitable if you know what you're doing, which I do of course. We're currently working on expanding the business into the other cities, though its taking some time.” He smiled as he finished, and the woman answered the smile with one of her own. “My biggest problem at the moment is the current Brotherhood listener, as she's quite volatile, but I'm hoping that we'll be able to get along. Though perhaps you could talk to her, you're quite the legend within the Brotherhood, are you not?” he said and smirked, at which she looked around briefly and narrowed her eyes at him.

“And that's something that I'd like to keep the same. There's a reason to why I've changed my name. Sithis only knows what they'd do if they knew I still live,” she muttered, taking another drink from the plain glass in front of her. He chuckled slightly, mirroring the action.

“I'd have thought the honest life would bore you, with all the adventures you used to be a part of,” he spoke before putting a spoon of soup in his mouth, and the woman grimaced, her milky white eyes narrowing at him.

“You forget the fact that I'd never known an honest life, nor a quiet one, when all of that began. Two hundred years ago I wouldn't have had the sense to take the opportunity when it was offered to me, because I'd been given no reason to dislike my life,” she said, staring into the wine as he ate of his meal.

“I know what you mean, if only in part. It doesn't take much to change a person forever,” he sighed when he finally managed to answer.

“Well yeah, I suppose you'd know all about that.” They fell quiet for a while, both of them silently thinking of those whom they'd lost, before Sorcalin finally shook his head and looked up at her.

“We're a fine sight, sitting here on the eve of Saturalia while discussing things that we'd both rather have forgotten.” He smiled slightly as he spoke up, and the Dark elf looked up, hardly being able to contain her smile.

“Yeah,” she muttered, looking down into her glass as she swirled the liquid slightly.

“So, there’ll be a new century soon. Do you have any plans for it?” The Dark Elf smiled at the awful attempt at small talk, but answered none the less.

“Not really. I might learn a new craft or move to another city, I don’t know, might even leave Skyrim. Hammerfell perhaps, as they managed to drive out the Thalmor,” she said, and Sorcalin nodded thoughtfully.

“Well, Hammerfell is certainly a nice place. I still think it’d bore you though,” he said, taking a bite of his food.

“Then what do you suggest?” she asked with a sigh, and he smiled back at her.

“Well Feli…” he began, stopping immediately when she raised her hand for him to stop.

“Don’t speak that name. It’d Fedura now, Fedura Hlaalu to be specific.” He raised his eyebrow at that, but didn’t comment on her new name.

“Well Fedura, what would you say if I offered you a job?” he asked finally, and she snorted.

“With the Thieves guild? No thank you, I’ve had enough of being a criminal,” she said with a sigh, and he looked impatient when he continued.

“Do you really think the only people I deal with are the Thieves guild? No, I have several… let’s call them private contractors, on my payroll. You’d be obtaining information, perhaps infiltrating certain factions. Delivering certain good across the border. Considerably less heat than assassination, if you ever get caught. There’s always something that needs to be done,” he finished, and by that time Fedura was looking at him curiously.

“Of course, you’ve never been able to leave others to take care of their own business,” she said, and he smiled.

“I suppose not. None the less, I think your skills should be used. If people think you're blind, they won't see you as much of a threat any longer, and you could use that to your advantage,” he said, finally finishing his meal and glancing at the clock hanging above the fireplace.

“Very well, I'll consider it,” she said with a sigh when he stood up, reaching his hand out for her to shake. She took it, answering his bright smile with a smaller one of her own.

“I'm glad to hear it. I need to be off now though, I've got a lot to arrange before the beginning of the new year,” he said and pushed the chair in after standing up.

“Very well. How did you find me?” she only just remembered to ask before he left, and he turned back towards her, already having walked halfway across the room.

“That, I'll only tell you if you accept my offer,” he said with a mischievous smile before turning around again and heading out through the door. It had swung closed again by the time that she came up with an answer. And because their last exchange had drawn quite a bit of attention, Fedura emptied her goblet before standing up and picking up her things. Then she left a few thalms on the table and headed outside into the cold air.

This post has been edited by Saquira: Jul 16 2016, 11:08 AM