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[Zelda_Zealot]

Well I bot bored and started a new FF (And will work on it if people like it), dont worry though I will still work on my other, I am just too lazy to get the info I need *Hint hint*. So on with what I have so far!

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My name is Clangor, I am a Bosmer. Though I am not your run of the mill Bosmer, no I am quite different. For one thing I am very adept with medium armors, and I love my Long Swords. Maybe you would like to here more about me. Well I have shocking white hair, which I hear matches my eyes, or so the girls say. Many women say I am handsome, I don’t know for sure, it could just be flattery.

I grew up in my native land of Valenwood; I spent all my free time outside, usually in the trees. Like most of my race I am shorter then most others, but I am actually tall for a Bosmer, just shorter then an Imperial. Unlike most of my race I am also more suited to fighting close up, then the other Bosmer. Don’t get me wrong, I am very good with a bow, in fact I won multiple Archery contests in my youth.

Another thing that sets me apart from the other Bosmer it that fact that I have absolutely no since of direction. I would get lost many times a day in my youth, until I memorized the woods. I as so have far greater hearing then normal, the gods way of balancing me out? Who knows.

I sit here at my desk in my manor, which is in Mournhold. I only use this manor as a resting place when on business trips at the city.
I prefer my small house in the woods of Cyrodill, though not as great as Valenwood, it is the best I can have. You might wonder why someone of my standards would want to live in a forest, well I never really got used to the exile. I still here that voice in my dreams…

“Clangor of Valenwood. You are hereby sentenced to one year of manual labor in the Ebony mines of Morrowind, with the charges of, the smuggling of illegal narcotics, assaulting an officer of the Imperial army, resisting arrest, and disturbing the peace.”

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Well if anyone likes it I will do more work on it, so please comment. (You can acually make this Bosmer with a few mods.)

P.S. If anyone has a good name then please tell me.

[Zelda_Zealot]

After god knows how long I finally got the next chapter done!

The Journey of Clangor

Chapter Three: Lather, Rinse, Repeat

When I arrived in Seyda Neen I had hoped I could leave soon, I got my wish, if two weeks counts as soon.
Walking into Seyda Neen, or as I now call it “Mucky Island with buildings on it”, I wondered if I could do any jobs to raise money. I was willing to do anything except cleaning.

Spotting an Altmer I walked up to her and asked if she had a job for me, did I ever mention how much I hate Altmer? They think they are better then all races just because they can cast magic at increased levels. There was very few Altmer I did not hate instantly, and this was most definitely not one of them.

“Excuse me; I was wondering if you had any work I could do to earn so cash?” So long as it is not cleaning.

“Well yes now that you mention it, I need someone to clean my fire place.” Of course it was cleaning. Why not some thing easy? It just had to be cleaning.

“How much does it pay?” Someday I need to find that politeness part of my brain and cut it out.

“I can give you thirteen septims.” Who saw that one coming?

“Good, I will do it.” Please gouge my tongue out.

“Great, my names Eldafire by the way, so don’t call me “Altmer”.” Onto the hit list with you then “Eldafire”.

It took most of the day to clean the fireplace, and most of my life to get the smell out of my nostrils. When I entered her house I was overcome with a mix of rotting food, burning food, and almost any other kind of non-normal food you can think of. If an Altmer named Eldafire ever asks you over for dinner, run in the other direction, change your name, die your hair, kill off any family member you may have, and move to the other side of Tamriel, after politely declining of course. Yes her cooking was just that bad; thankfully I never had to taste it my self.

After cleaning the fireplace I collapsed onto the floor, one of the main reasons I hate cleaning is because it is so tiring. Lying on that comfy rug on the floor I heard Eldafire open the door. “Great,” I thought, “Now I get to listen to her complain about how “dirty” her fireplace is.” Then I got a huge surprise.

“Wow, it’s almost spotless!” You have to be kidding me.

“Well that’s what you get for hiring Clangor!” That was so incredibly corny…

“Well I think you deserve more then just thirteen septims for that!” What!? Alright! Things are starting to look up!

“Really? How much then?” Twenty perhaps?

“How about twenty septims instead?” Score!

I took the gold from the Altmer and walked out the door, hopefully to never darken it again.
I went to the trade house next; I heard there might be a chance for some gold to be made. Walking into the building I could instantly see just how much money there was to be made in Seyda Neen. Want to know how much? Maybe four hundred max. Yeah I know, I should have just left for a bigger town. But I was low on cash, and when you only have about seventy septims in your pocket you will do almost anything for money.

When I walked out that door I met the one person I would give anything to utterly destroy.

“I don’t know if I can help you, but I’ll try.” Oh no.

“Excuse me?” Yeah, excuse me for putting my foot in your mouth.

“I had heard that you were looking for work from Eldafire.” Oh? So she’s blabbing about having me as a slave?

“Then do you have some work for me?” If you don’t…

“Yes in fact, I do. I need you to find my ring.” YOUR WHAT!!

“Do you know where you lost it?” No what let me guess… you didn’t lose it.

“Actually, it was stolen from me.” I can read minds!!

“Do you know who took it?” I bet it was a guard.

“Well the guards to try to shake me down once a week…” I should become a fortune teller!

“Where might they have kept it?” If I find it, it’s mine.

“They live in the Censes and Excise office, so you should check there first. Please find it soon, it is a family heirloom.” Don’t even think of trying the puppy dog eyes…

“Alright, I will check over there soon.” Yeah right. With that I walked towards the trade house. I never even looked for the ring.


It is impossable for anyone to like Fargoth I guess. I am not that far in the next chapter, so it might be a while.