An Argonian's Account, Haa-Rei's adventures in Cyrodiil Options

[hazmick]

Chapter 1

The room was furnished as most high ranking Imperial offices were – dragons everywhere. Dragon curtains (red), dragon floor mat (red), dragon banners (red). I wouldn't be surprised if the guards outside were wearing socks (red) with little dragons on them.

“So we just need to go over a few things here,” the clerk’s piping voice interrupted my thoughts. He studied the notes in front of him “you were born 3E 408?”

“Yes.” I wasn't half as nervous as I thought I’d be, but my mouth was almost too dry to speak.

“Our first official record of you is not until 19 years later. An Imperial prison transport fished you out of the Inner Sea of Morrowind and took you to the port of Seyda Neen. Yes?”

He didn’t look up from his notes, instead arching an enormous grey eyebrow. There was more hair on those brows than on the rest of his head.

“Yes.” Though my mouth was still dry my hands were now clammy. Please gods don’t make him go in for a handshake when this is done.

“Your occupation is listed here as ‘adventurer’. You also seem to have aided the Twin Lamps organisation, among others.” He licked a bony fingertip and turned the page. “This is around the time that you officially joined the Imperial Legion, rising to the rank of Agent.”

“That’s right.” My face reddened slightly when he looked up at me. Apparently a ‘yes’ would suffice.

He took a sip of his drink, a dark gold substance, and winced slightly as it went down. How anybody can enjoy that sort of thing was beyond me. I much prefer tea.

Looking back to his notes, the clerk continued listing various people I’d met who were considered important enough to have an opinion. Mainly guild leaders and Imperials.

I managed to steal a glance at the page, most of which was concealed with black ink.

“Well this seems to be in order. On account of your previous work for the Empire and the skills you have at your disposal, I have no doubt that you will do some good with us.” He stamped my file for approval with an official looking dragon stamp (red).

I grinned widely (any display of emotion towards humans must be greatly exaggerated) and thanked him as he shook my hand firmly.

“Welcome to the Blades, Agent Haa-Rei.”

This post has been edited by hazmick: Jul 9 2016, 01:03 AM

[Darkness Eternal]

The pace in this story is good. You succeed where I fail: word count. I put too much description in my chapters and in the end they go by unnoticed due to the strain it takes just to get by haha. The pacing here is great, the description good as well, balanced, and the character is going through familiar adventures that somehow feel fresh and new.

Rabbit burrows crisscross in a huge underground network, while herds of deer eat their way back and forth across the surface. Wolves stalk the fringes of the forest, while lions creep across the plains. Now, I was there too.

It was a warm day in the forest, but a refreshing breeze blew in from the west as I moved further into the reserve. I took a deep breath, tasting the scents on the air. I could smell deer and rabbit, and another scent which I couldn’t quite put my claw on despite it being quite familiar.

As I mentioned, the descriptions are great. What makes Cyrodiil such a wonderful locale aside from the obvious flora and atmosphere would be the fauna. The wildlife is just abundant, and game never scarce for foresters and hunters; for nature lovers, the butterflies are a sight to behold. You detailed this wonderfully in your last chapter.


Haa-Rei met a known figure, and receives his quest to deliver the amulet to Jaufree. Ah, and a Nord ally! They make wonderful traveling companions. The travel to Hackdirt was ominious, and what'd you expect from a cult-like community of paranoid weirdos.

I followed suit, swinging my sword in a large arc toward his chest. Our weapons met halfway, and the wooden club exploded in a shower of rotten splinters. My sword kept going, slicing the unarmoured torso from shoulder to hip. He fell to the ground like a sack of grain, and shuddered once before moving no more. I picked up my discarded bow and hurried to the ladder, the sound of bare feet shuffling toward me through the caves.

Woah! See, that's why I found those barbarians easy to dispatch in Oblivion. No armor, no training . . . they can overwhelm if in numbers but one on one they're no challenge. In the end he proved victorious.

Haa-Rei's quest takes him to an Oblivion gate and beyond. I guess the smell of Daedra might prove to be overwhelming now that he's through the infernal gate.

Oh my . . . for an Argonian he might feel just how bad the lack of sun, fresh water and life Dagon's realm is. Best to go in, clean through and get out!