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ShraX
post Jul 5 2005, 01:39 PM
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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
post Jul 9 2005, 01:29 AM
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Several hours passed and Gaenor rested well. Except for the cold winds on his face, his sleep was well worth the time. At about noon he awoke, still very tired but motivated to move on. As he folded his sleeping bag he recollected a strange nightmare, but only fragments. In it, he sat upon a small cloud wearing a silver robe, his amulet, and the Blade at his side. The sun shone brightly above him as he looked down at the world, but realized it was not the one he knew; a charred, smoldering wasteland, blanketed with rivers of steaming lava, molten rock, and heavy, black smoke. He stared down at this ruined land and felt great confusion, then anger. He stood and cried out, his vision turned white, and he opened his eyes to find the snow. He could not interpret its meaning, and shrugged it off with the help of his want to find shelter.

He started off again at a good pace up the slushy road, his arms tucked under themselves for warmth. With each mile he set behind him it got colder, and he saw nothing but a wide, white horizon ahead. The sounds of birds and insects were gone now, and only the howling of the wind accompanied him. 'No caravans or travelers this way,' he thought with a scarf wrapped over his head and across his face. He went on for three more hours with no signs of life until a wooden sign caught his eye. He approached it since he was now having a hard time seeing exactly where the snow-caked road was anymore, and took hold of it to stop it from moving with the harsh wind. It read, [ Now enters ye the Snowfold ].

Caring not what the Snowfold was and guessing it was some sort of safe haven, the Bosmer turned north, following the pointing signs. Each one said something new, but like the last: [ Snowfold welcomes ye ], [ Mead runs as water in Snowfold ], [ Thirsk knows not Snowfold ]. After four or five signs he stopped taking the time to read them, and continued on for a short while longer before arriving at what he had guessed was Snowfold. From the advertisements he expected an enormous mead hall with the sound of the pouring of beer and merrymaking, but it appeared the Snowfold had long been abandoned. In fact, it was the ruin of a once prominant lodge. He approached it and found its roof to have caved in, some walls sundered, and the second floor to have been burnt down. He looked to the ground to find yet another sign that read, [Snowfold - Warmth from the Cold ].

His hope of finding shelter gone, he pulled open the double doors to see what had become of the inside. He entered a small space between the front and inner doors, put his hands on the handles, but stopped just as he was about to open them. He heard something he would not have expected to hear in such a place; the roaring of a great fire, chewing of food, men laughing and the pouring of drinks. He was greatly intrigued and peeked through crack in the entranceway, and found the entire hall to still be in one piece! He quickly glanced out and to the roof, but it was caved in. He went around the building and saw that the walls had been destroyed, and nothing was left of the place but a broken stool and a dented axe. He circled the establishment once more and returned to the inner doors, looked again, and was amazed to find an intact room within.

There was a large fireplace filled with burning logs in the back which sent its heat up the chimney and across the mead hall. Thick wooden pillars lined each wall with a bench and a small table at the base of each, and under them a gray-tiled floor. Drunken, laughing Nords sat and guzzled their tankards, tore away at haunches of meat, and basked each other's happiness and joy. Gaenor was still speechless, as if he dared to say anything lest they find him there and bring him in. The scene looked extravagant from outside in the blizzard, but this elf knew better than to involve himself in the affairs of such mysterious people. "How are they where nothing is?" he whispered to himself. He heard the snap of a twig behind him and spun around with his sword at the ready, accidentally kicking the doors open with his foot. The Nords looked to him in question, then to the figure before him.

He was very tall, but not as stout and muscular as a Nord would be. He wore a tall, cylindrical hat with ear flaps and a thick scarf with a long woolen cloak all around, and worn black boots on his large feet. There was a broach on his chest bearing the national symbol of Valenwood, a green Seftal tree and a paw, which made Gaenor wonder even more while cautiously lowering his Blade. The Nords, seeing as he seemed to be no threat to them, turned back to their drinks and conversations. The stranger spoke with a deep yet friendly tone, "I greet you warmly, son of Thelan. It appears you are to be the hero in this tale, eh?" The Bosmer did not recognize his voice but trusted him enough from his pin to sheath his weapon. "You knew my father?" he asked, turning momentarily to the Nords.

"All in due time, as always. Come inside and share with me a drink."

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EDIT: fixed a spelling mistake.
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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   The Legend of Knight Henar [i]as told by Thelan, ...   Jul 5 2005, 02:41 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
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   :D -------------------- 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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