Sanity Options

[Zelda_Zealot]

First things first... Hi.
Now that that is over with, onto the story!

Oh yeah this has blood you dont read if you dont like.

“Sanity is but a figment of your imagination”

I was once a great hero. Known throughout Vvardenfell as the Nerevarine, I defeated Dagoth Ur and brought peace to Morrowind.
I traveled to Solstheim and defeated the Hunter and his wolves, thus stopping my own progression into madness due to Lycanthropy. I even destroyed the false-god Almalexia. Though I survived all that, there is only one thing I could not stop, my own insanity.

I do not know why I write this, maybe it is because I want the world to know that I am not a monster, perhaps it helps keep me sane.
I began to write these records after the first week of the infection, I wrote them during the day as I, unfortunately, have insomnia. An odd side effect of porphyric hemophilia that I suspect the gods had a hand in.

I leave these in the possession of my closest friend. I hope that he does what he feels necessary.

Well you like? I have more but I wont put it up untill it is finished(The chapter I mean, not the whole thing.).

P.S. This is my first FF so go easy on me.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Well I decided to continue on with the story. So here is the next chapter.

*Note* This chapter is a lot differant then the rest. It has quite a bit more violance(Understatement). So dont read it you are offended. Its also a lot longer.

“Sanity is only missed by those who lost it”

Stalked by the guards

The next year and a half were like a new life to me. I stalked, killed and drank. That was all I ever did, I should have realized that I would be discovered eventually.

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I have to move tonight. I was spotted feeding on my latest prey, a Great house noble, by an Imperial guard coming from the fort just down the road. Unfortunately he was able to get a warning to a nearby guard tower. I might have been able to take them head on, but it would have been foolish at best.

Thus, I am moving. I have been discovered in my town, and killing three guards has just attracted more unneeded attention. I will find a nearby town with enough population to easily support me. There aren’t many to choose from, Suron perhaps. It would hold me for long enough to let the heat die down. It would take a few days to get there though; I would need to find shelter on the way. Maybe there is a detailed map at the local trade house, I shall check tonight.

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I slowly sneaked up to alleyway, towards the nobleman who was staring at the night’s sky. I would have joined him if I was not a vampire; I had seen the moons before, so I was not interested in anything but the sweet warm blood running though his veins.
I slowly crept up to him from behind; at the last moment before the strike I noticed an Imperial coming around the corner. But it was too late, I had sunk my fangs into the noble’s neck, I could not stop the feeding process.

The Imperial guard saw me bite the noble and knew something was up. He ran full speed to the nearest guard tower, and flung the door open. I could not catch what they were saying even with my vampire ears. But I did not need to know, as the two guards inside had come out of tower within seconds. Dropping my meal I wiped my mouth on his shirt and leapt into the air. I knew I could die if I tried to take them all on head first, so I did not reach for my sword, instead I pulled out a few darts from the pouch I keep at my hip.

I went behind the nearest building for cover, and then silently crept up the wall onto the roof. I looked for the Imperial first, his armor was weaker, and I had a score to settle. Right when he came around the corner I threw my dart. Either the gods like to toy with me or I am just unlucky, as just after I threw my dart the damned Imperial turned his head! It bounced feebly off the side of his helmet, alerting him to my presence. I threw myself off the roof and hurried down the alleyway, stopping just behind some boxes. I waited there for the Imperial to run past so I could get a clean shot into his back. But once again the gods toyed with me; one of the Great house guards decided to come with him. I managed to get my shot into him, but it was not quite a killing blow. I pulled my sword off my back and went into a defensive position.

I had my sword made just for me at a smith’s in Mournhold; it was a cross between a long sword and a claymore. It had a slightly longer blade then a long sword, but a shorter handle then a claymore, and was balanced for my unique fighting style, better yet; it was made out of Adamantium, so it was light but sturdy. I had enchanted it after purchase, to absorb the life from whom ever is touched by it blade, and transfer it to the wielder. I have named it, the Life Vein.

I was able to block the Guards swing but the Imperial got a good whack in. With my left arm wounded I dropped my sword and leaped over their heads, after landing I snatched the dagger I keep in my boot and flung it at the Guard, catching him the neck. With one of the guards out of the picture I jumped onto the Imperial. I was able to get his helmet off and sink my teeth into his rough neck before remembering the second guard. After I had drank enough blood to immobilize him and heal me, I left him in the alley to continue the hunt.

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I searched the alleyway for a few minuets before finding him; sneaking behind him I went to snap his neck. I have since discovered why the gods have such an interest in me even after serving them. But why they chose that time for the guard to turn around I’ll never know. I don’t know why I left the Life Vein back with the Imperial, but I know that is was foolish of me. As soon as the guard had seen me I knew I was in for a tough fight. I pulled one of my darts out hoping to get a good jab in him before jumping away. For once that night something went right. After jumping back a few feet I pulled out another dart, only to have it knocked out of my hands as the guard tackled me.

Thankfully he was not that good at fighting without a weapon, as I had knocked his sword out of his hand in the first few seconds of the fight, he was immensely easy to pin to the ground long enough to stab him with another dart. This time killing him.
I made sure to hide the bodies after I finished my meal, and managed it without incident. After recovering the Life Vein and as many darts as I could find, I left for home.

Like I said, a lot longer. In fact, an even 1000 words!
FYI: I actually made that sword in Morrowind. Though it is a plain Claymore not the little mix I created.
Is it good? Better? Best? Worst? I hope not.