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Gaenor: Reloaded |
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ShraX |
Jul 5 2005, 01:39 PM
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Evoker
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I posted this on the official TES forums, and although it's not finished, I'll continue updating both here and there.
If you haven't read the other two stories I've written, one of them is in the Fan Fiction section of this site, and you can PM me for the other. There really is not much needed to know when reading this one, except who the already well-known characters such as Gaenor and Almalexia are.
Enjoy--
The Nerevarine lay a lifeless corpse upon the Mournhold Temple steps. His blood trickled out of the slashed openings in his neck, limbs and torso, and down each stair, leaving its stains as it went before collecting into a shapeless pool on the tiled courtyard floor. The High Ordinators were still, their armored masks hiding the looks of terror on their faces as they stared at their defeated savior. The Temple doors were now wide open, and Almalexia hovered at the entrance. Her Hands were nowhere in sight.
"My champion," she said softly in disbelief, her golden face emotionless. "Who is responsible for this?" She spoke quietly but the entire city heard her. A Hand emerged from the darkness of the Temple and removed his helmet., engraved with the Daedric runes for S and V. "Our guards watched the battle," he explained in his low, rumbling voice. "They dared not aid your Nerevar for fear of death by his murderer - the Bosmer, Gaenor." The Demigoddess floated down the stairs, over the the corpse of the Nerevarine and turned back to the Temple. "Salas, this wood elf has gotten his revenge, but Terenius' life is nowhere close to Nerevar's in worth. Remain here and clean this mess. I will find young Gaenor and speak with him." Her Hand bowed and ordered the two Ordinators, still in a stupor, to dispose of the Nerevarine's body, as well as those of the four slain Hands within the Temple. Almalexia's wrath was unbridalled, and vengeance consumed her. Her fury at the news of Nerevar's death manifested physically, killing all but her favored Hand, Salas Volar, in an explosion of goldy flames.
She flew from her place in the Temple courtyard high above the city and into the clouds which concealed the late afternoon sun's light. The moons were now more than halfway over the mountainous horizon and brought their stars with them. With a gesture of her wrist the dense clouds parted in two and the light of the lowering sun lit the city aglow. She closed her eyes and began searching for her prey. However, this was unnecessary. Almalexia expected this mortal to flee into hiding from her might, but he welcomed it. He was sitting on a bench in the Bazaar, doodling shapes in the dirt with his sword.
His armor was sundered, dented and sliced through. One pauldron was missing as well as both gauntlets and parts of his greaves. It wasn't clear to tell from his ebony armor, but he was covered in blood from head to toe. He leaned his blade on the bench and removed his helmet, then placed it over the hilt. It was hot and sweat was dripping from his forehead to his beard. He put both hands to his face and wiped it, and ran his fingers through his stiff hair. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, waiting with open arms for death's embrace.
Almalexia dove towards him like a starving hawk upon a field mouse, disintegrating the clouds with the aura of flame around her. This mortal wood elf defeated her martyr in combat and had the audacity to sit on a park bench in plain sight! Masser and Secunda were rising in unnatural quickness and the sun was already out of sight. The furious demigoddess did not realize in her blind rage, but Gaenor tore away from his hands and looked up past her to see it: both moons took position directly above him, Secunda in front. As they slowed to a stop everything around him turned pitch black, aside from the raging Almalexia, now halted in mid-air, as well as both moons.
The elf slowly stood and faced his enemy in partial confusion. After his ordeal he truly cared not what his fate was. 'An eye for an eye,' was his logic. 'She took Terenius and I take the Nerevarine.. but this is very strange. perhaps this witch's debt is still not repaid.' He walked past her toward the moons, which were glowing and pulsating with light, as if to communicate.
"Much has happened this day. We must speak."
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ShraX |
Jul 5 2005, 02:41 PM
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Evoker
Joined: 5-July 05

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The Legend of Knight Henar
as told by Thelan, father to Gaenor
On the fourteenth day of the one hundred and twelvth Heartfire in the second era, there lived the Bosmer. Much like modern Bosmer they were, but never yet have they ventured from Valenwood's protective forest borders. They were tribal in nature and shared with the sun, trees and the woodland beasts a pleasurable life, free of crime and famine. Night and day passed this way and all was good for many a year.. until the rebellion.
A group of two hundred defied the Order of Valenwood, the elder council who governed the nation at the time. They were a war-loving group and hated the tranquil balance of plant and elf, of hand and paw. On this, this fourteenth day, they revolted and killed many. They pillaged and destroyed Valenwood's Synil Velas, the shrines to nature, as well as towns and villages, even our Ebon Ro.
They were led by Olkair Henar, former Knight of the Green Temple. He was a bitter, evil Bosmer who despised the Forest. He felt it hideous and thought its' worship was poison. More than once he foolishly attempted to raze our groves to sell the timber to wealthy buyers, but each time failed to the Forest Guard or the trees themselves. But he was born with a knack for leadership, and was nearly unmatched in swordplay. After his small band of brainswashed rebels took over Rootwatch Hold in the south, the King of Valenwood decreed that their leader be found and taken back to his court alive.
Several months passed and the Royal Army wasted all but twenty of Olkair's force. Out of fear, he blindly fled east out of the country, unsure of where to go and what was waiting for him outside the Forest. He crossed Elswyr without much trouble, stealing water and food from the nomadic Khajiiti tribes he encountered. In a week he entered Cyrodiil and passed through undetected, leaping from tree to tree in the scattered woods. He would not stop until he was certain he wasn't being followed by the King's soldiers, as he knew they would not stop until finding him.
In another week he arrived in the Black Marsh, Argonia. He was able to hide from most of the lizard-men who inhabit the swamps, and those who saw him paid no mind as he presented no threat. One night while asleep in an isolated ditch, he woke suddenly to the spears of hunters. They could not understand his nervous babbling, so they took him swiftly towards their village. However, Olkair was crafty, and managed to wriggle from his rope bonds. Before his captors could react, he dove into a small cave and remained there for some days. In his haste to get away, he did not notice the runes upon the caves' boulder-laiden entrance.
On the third day he spent there, he was partly calmed and was sure nothing would find him within the darkness. He was starving but dared not venture outside, so he creeped deeper into the cave. With each step he took, the black, shadowy recesses of that evil place took him closer and closer to his inevitable fate. Olkair was nearly petrified, but took his chances and continued on until he began to see light. He was warmed by it, and so he advanced quickly towards it in the hopes of finding cooked food.
He stopped immediately in the wide, crudely-dug entrance of the large room. The ceiling was high above the pools of lava below, stalagmites reaching down to them and others below reaching up from the ground. Workshop tables made of hard wood and rusted iron stood bolted down near the natural forges of molten rock. An enormous metal block towered over him with bellows and desks laying randomly about. Swords, spears, halberds, axes, scythes and any other bladed weapon imaginable were strewn about, some hanging on the rocky walls. Olkair was amazed, and before he could gasp in awe, a cloaked figure leapt out at him from the shadows.
It was Iranon, servant to Garonar and unholy blacksmith. He was known but seldom seen, always in his cave-forge, smelting and crafting weapons never to be used. But there was one weapon, the Blade of Cinder, that would be given to this Bosmer. "I admire your spirit," said Iranon. "Take this, and use it against thine enemies. It hast been asking for you for some time now." Aghast and cursed by his words, Olkair grasped the hilt of the sword, and a flame of rage erupted in his eyes. The blade took him, and the blood of thousands would be drenched upon it. Knight Henar was born that day, and was soon known throughout the land as a merciless slayer of the innocent and guilty alike, a marauder without cause.
By 2E147, he was at last dispatched by the Legionnaire Army of Cyrodiil. His corpse was incinerated upon the Altar of Mara and his soul sent to Oblivion for his crimes.. but the Blade remained. The Emperor sent it to be a trophy for Valenwood's king when it should have been immediately dismantled. During its transfer, a party of organized bandits ambushed the transport convoy and it was lost in the struggle. Over the centuries it has travelled all throughout Tamriel, corrupting each new owner with bloodlust and madness.
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ShraX Gaenor: Reloaded Jul 5 2005, 01:39 PM ShraX Gaenor was hardly surprised. "Talking moons, eh?" ... Jul 5 2005, 02:40 PM ShraX I understand that most forum-goers have not read m... Jul 5 2005, 02:45 PM minque Ahhh great to see the story of Gaenor here as well... Jul 5 2005, 03:04 PM Dantrag Cool. I was disappointed when trials of the mad go... Jul 5 2005, 03:19 PM ShraX Despite his seriousness, his plan was simple, real... Jul 5 2005, 08:50 PM ShraX This is the last entry which was already written. ... Jul 5 2005, 11:59 PM ShraX Gaenor held his sword with both palms forward at b... Jul 6 2005, 10:01 PM treydog Cool! More Gaenor. I enjoyed the previous one ver... Jul 7 2005, 12:40 AM ShraX Several hours passed and Gaenor rested well. Excep... Jul 9 2005, 01:29 AM gamer10 Nice,
In fact you get a well deserved Jonajosa... Jul 9 2005, 02:47 AM ShraX They both entered through the wooden doorway, firs... Jul 10 2005, 01:49 PM ShraX He tore open the paper wrapping to find a large, h... Jul 12 2005, 11:15 PM ShraX Gaenor had been slashed along his back, from rib t... Jul 15 2005, 12:23 AM ShraX The flames of the Blade ceased as Gaenor sheathed ... Jul 17 2005, 10:26 PM ShraX Gaenor awoke hours later at the spot he collapsed ... Jul 19 2005, 04:07 PM ShraX By morning of the next day Mournhold was completel... Jul 23 2005, 02:25 PM ShraX Gaenor gazed into his eyes with a blank glare, as ... Jul 26 2005, 09:02 PM ShraX The citizens of Eredjan were in mixed feelings abo... Jul 29 2005, 12:58 PM ShraX Sorry I've been a bit slow with updates.. ther... Aug 2 2005, 04:35 AM ShraX "I don't know what makes you believe I ne... Aug 5 2005, 02:30 AM ShraX One guard who came with the General was standing a... Aug 7 2005, 03:39 PM ShraX Naztheril was scaling the plateau on which the cit... Aug 11 2005, 02:25 PM ShraX Gaenor had nearly fainted from blood loss by the t... Aug 15 2005, 09:13 PM minque H-h-holy crap.......soo many additions here.....ve... Aug 16 2005, 06:57 PM treydog This is beyond epic fiction- your vision of the st... Aug 18 2005, 02:22 PM ShraX
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Gaenor's will gre... Aug 19 2005, 02:52 PM treydog Excellent update. The plot thickens as Iranon and... Aug 22 2005, 02:55 PM ShraX By morning of the next day they'd reached the ... Aug 23 2005, 01:33 PM treydog Woo-Hoo! Great writing here. Again, the imag... Aug 23 2005, 05:46 PM ShraX *shamelessly continues his story after an unexplai... Mar 15 2006, 08:48 PM treydog :ninja: :bigsmile: ShraX is back! And still ... Mar 15 2006, 11:19 PM ShraX "In your what?"
"Face. In the face... Mar 16 2006, 07:52 PM minque Woah!! Gaenor is back!!! great... Mar 17 2006, 09:04 PM Dantrag What? There's a Gaenor reloaded? :O
I have... Mar 18 2006, 12:59 AM jack cloudy Whoo, this is nice. Makes me wish I had Tribunal, ... Mar 18 2006, 08:51 PM ShraX Two days passed since Gaenor and Naztheril made th... Mar 18 2006, 11:53 PM ShraX The star-filled sky choked on the burning smoke ri... Mar 21 2006, 09:51 PM treydog Still going strong. I really enjoy your work here... Mar 21 2006, 11:19 PM ShraX My sorry attempt at Khajiiti :-/o
--------------... Mar 24 2006, 06:26 PM ShraX "What language is this?" asked the elf f... Mar 26 2006, 05:03 PM ShraX The Origin of Iranon
as told by an anonymous lorek... Mar 28 2006, 08:14 PM jack cloudy Nice bit of history, you've got there. I like ... Mar 28 2006, 08:50 PM minque Ahhh enjoyable reading.....as always...
Very good... Mar 29 2006, 08:24 PM ShraX It was Garonar's voice which transformed Irano... Apr 2 2006, 04:21 PM treydog Glad to see more additions to this engaging story.... Apr 3 2006, 02:59 PM minque
Agree with treydog here.....itīs fascinating, an... Apr 3 2006, 09:11 PM ShraX Gaenor knew he would be killed if he opened his mo... Apr 4 2006, 06:27 PM jack cloudy He he. This is wonderfull. That Khajitt is so goin... Apr 4 2006, 07:57 PM ShraX Iranon was raised as a warrior of Argonia. From ch... Apr 9 2006, 02:44 AM ShraX The shocked Khajiit shuffled backwards and made wa... Apr 11 2006, 06:44 PM ShraX It was in Naztheril's god-given nature to foll... Apr 16 2006, 06:45 PM ShraX Sometimes, shorter entries are appropriate :D
... Apr 23 2006, 01:54 AM minque Very nice and interesting as usual....really good ... Apr 23 2006, 02:35 PM treydog More fine work from ShraX! Still an epic stor... Apr 25 2006, 04:51 PM ShraX The skeletal warrior burst straight through the ba... Apr 28 2006, 07:40 PM ShraX The Prince brought with him approximately 200 sold... Apr 29 2006, 10:45 PM minque Oh aye...impressive as always....itīs amazing how ... Apr 29 2006, 11:10 PM Taillus Like Minque said. Quite impressive as always. Now ... Apr 30 2006, 04:11 PM jack cloudy He's totally nuts. :wacko:
Nice updates. I c... Apr 30 2006, 08:58 PM mplantinga I've been following this story for a long time... May 1 2006, 06:47 PM ShraX It was night and the week-long smoldering left the... May 3 2006, 02:13 AM ShraX Scaling the wide stump was more difficult for the ... May 3 2006, 05:47 PM ShraX "And there it is.. I've not seen it in qu... May 4 2006, 09:53 PM ShraX Iranon's corpse turned loose and broke apart w... May 5 2006, 05:44 AM mplantinga I will admit to mixed feelings at the end of this ... May 8 2006, 08:34 PM treydog What a magnificent ending to a magnificent story. ... May 8 2006, 11:22 PM minque Me too will express my gratitude to having had the... May 9 2006, 07:02 PM Kiln Great end to it mate, I too have followed this for... May 9 2006, 07:25 PM
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