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ShraX |
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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Jul 17 2005, 10:26 PM
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The flames of the Blade ceased as Gaenor sheathed it, and his Amulet dimmed once more. He stood before Jkoryl, now a smoking mess of melted skin and cleaved bone, in victory. He removed its ruined head and took it with him in the chance that he would meet the stranger from Snowfold again, and prove he had attained the title of Bearer of Fire and Light. The gash that the demon inflicted had killed Gaenor, but from his defeat arose a new one, able to harness the powers of his Amulet and the Blade of Cinders. The old Gaenor was dead. Now, instead of a sigh of relief and a clever joke, he was solomn and focused as he continued south to Cyrodiil.
Although he could no longer feel physical pain, it still affected him as it would any other mortal. Blood made his coat heavy as it continued to drip out of the gaping wound on his back, and soon after his began again his journey, he felt light-headed and dizzy. It would not be long before he passed out in the tundra, eventually bleeding to death. Somewhere in his mind he knew this, and he thought on how to seal the opening. One mile afterwards, he came to a conclusion. He equipped his sword, ignited it, and mended himself. From then on he felt almost completely well, but still needed food.
Three more miles and the elf realized the downside to his newfound power. He could feel no pain; this was as much a gift as it was a curse. When it battle, if an enemy were to injure him in some way, he would be unhindered and go on fighting.. however, if the injury was fatal, he would pay no mind to it, and die without knowing what caused his death. This was something he would need to learn how to cope with, because there was no turning back from the path he had taken. He could feel his stomach rumbling and knew he had to eat to maintain his mortal body. Eating was no longer a luxury.
Morning broke as he climbed past the steep hills leading into Cyrodiil, the seat of Imperial power in Tamriel. He took note of his new, grassy surroundings, but did not admire it. It was almost as if he was no longer a Bosmer at all, but something different altogether. His love of nature was gone, and the only thing on his mind was his quest. The hills spanned for miles and he continued on until his legs could go no further. It was a strange feeling, toppling to the ground without knowing why, but he assumed he needed rest and energy to move on further. He took out his map and examined it to get his bearings, then fainted from exhaustion.
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Knight Henar rode across the Ascadian Isles to Mournhold with demonic speed. His master instructed him to "question the townspeople" as Garonar had commanded, which obviously implied to slaughter everyone and anyone who wouldn't answer him. "Whether they know or not," Iranon told his puppet, "kill them after you've asked. What good are they alive?" This pleased Henar's dark heart, as it meant he would be killing at least someone without justified purpose that day. His steeds' hooves cracked the cobblestone path, and the trees and foliage swayed away as he passed. This being was the enemy of life, and all of nature knew it.
He arrived at the gates and halted before the Ordinators who guarded it. They backed up as far as they could go, sensing within him an indescribable evil, and seeing what he was on the outside. He was short like a Bosmer, somewhat taller than the average, with no hair or clothing on any part of his body. Bones stuck out and peered through open spaces between his remnants of gray, decayed flesh, and both eyes had been removed. Battle scars were painted across his skin, the still-unhealed ones inhabited by parasitic maggots. His mount was similar, except it was armored with silver/black, spiked plate on its head and back. He jumped down from the saddle and bowed before the guards, then spoke between cackles in a ghastly, broken voice.
"Seen thee Gaenor? If no, you die. If yes, where? Then you die. Either way, your fate is with me now. Prepare, Mournhold, for Death itself is at your doorstep!"
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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 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 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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