A Question of Fate Options

[ThatSkyrimGuy]

Brief Intro By The Author

A Question of Fate would be the title of my piece.

I have been back and forth about trying to start and post a fan fic piece. The idea has always intrigued me, but I never considered myself to be a writer, let alone a good writer. I have read a sampling of some of the works that are posted on this site, and quite frankly, it is intimidating. The material is amazing. I must say say that despite the intimidation, it is also inspiring. So I am willing to throw caution to the wind and go for it. There are a few provisos. I work for a living. Often times, the hours I work are long. There may be periods of dormancy in this thread. I will apologize in advance for that. Life outside the internet does have it's restrictions. Also, I am sure that there is an unspoken etiquette that states, "You read mine and comment, and I shall do the same". This is also where I could run into trouble, for the same reasons that there may be dormant periods in this thread. There are stories on this site that I could never hope to read all the way through, with triple digit page counts, while I try to keep posting my own story and work through everyday life. So, with all that being said, I will wait to start posting chapters until I get a sense of what the audience demands. Please let me know if I should start posting a fan fic piece, based on what you have just read.

Thanks.

EDIT - This was originally posted in "General Discussion"

This post has been edited by ThatSkyrimGuy: May 4 2013, 04:41 AM

[Darkness Eternal]

Chapter 10: "Yarh Ha! Yarh ha! The Nord's life for me."

Drinking, hunting, and alchemy. Quite the dream he has. There is some coin to be had to brew one's own ale. Especially in a province like Skyrim, the income would be great. Val strikes me as a smart individual here, too. I agree with Acadian on the quiver amount.

Two of the arrows were warped and useless. Three more needed some adjustment to the fletching. That left me nineteen acceptable shots.

Ah. This I like. One of my archer characters has a habit of always checking her arrows. Whenever and wherever possible she inspected each and every one of her arrows for straightness, for a single arrow with even the slightest amount of warp would bounce off target or fail to penetrate as deeply as it should—and this defect would increase as the range grew. One had to make sure their arrows were as stiff as possible, for the fact that an arrow that would flex in mid-flight would have the same defects as an arrow already warped. Glad Valrimor knows this just as well as any other archer! Besides, bows and arrows to him are like arms and legs.

Chapter 11: We start this chapter off with a bang with our fellow Bosmeri Nord getting attacked by an Orc!

He was effectively pinned to the tree like a notice on a bulletin board.

I can picture the image in my head! Excellent! The intense confrontation must be scary but a bottle of wine will drown all fears. Most of em anyway. His skills with archery and sneaky tactics shows here. He dispatched those guards with grace! Props to him! He'll live another day to drink more wine!

Interlude, II:Fast forward a few years and we see a young Valrimor with the precious inquiries of his father's location. His childike innocence is both lovable and yet heartbreaking. I am interested in hearing more about his father and a reunion somehow, perhaps.

Those mages. I wonder what they want Val for. He certainly is skilled with his racia abilities, much to their amazement. Of course, it doesn't end up going good with the robes Altmer asking questions about Val.

Ah, and so he's had a temper since youth!

Chapter 12: When a Bosmer loses his bow, he has to replace it right away! Good thing does gems came in handy! 200 septims came in fine here. Good to see him take a break. He deserves it after a run in with those bandits and the mohawed one. Hilarious to see him toast to the dead . . . that he killed. He'll find the gesture one-sided, I'm afraid


Chapter 13: My favorite number! And a good chapter!

A warrior or a person in combat knows that feelings such as anger does indeed help. There's a whole science behind it, but none of that now.

Unbridled fury seized me and ran through my veins like molten metal. Reason and caution had fled me in its wake. I charged up the steps and encountered another bandit guard. I could feel the explosive heat building down my arms as I dropped my sword.

"Use your anger! It gives you focus, makes you stronger!"

Heh. Quite the mad fellow here. No bandit stands a chance against his fury!

I gotta say the descriptions and Val's continuous drinking is both wonderful and amusing to read. And before heading off to what I assume is a spider's domain after all the dead skeever's, he has a frightning nightmare. One that just might mean something significant. Good read!

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 2 2013, 12:33 AM