Voice Of The Warrior, The Story about Arneth the Redguard Options

[Fuzzy Knight]

Well as I've had a little break on my story I've started writing this one. Its about the young Redguard Arneth, who is very knew to Vvardenfell and soon discovers how his terrible start on this world will shape him into a important character in the history of the Dunmers...

Chapter I
Birth of a Warrior

His eyes became empty, as they ran out of all hope. They looked into nothing, he were ready to accept his destiny to leave this world. His breath became cold, and just vanished. My grasp on the katana was still hard as the people started coming, their faces was num. The blood slowly ran down the katanas edge making a pool of blood on the stone ground, it filled every crack it could find even under the feet of the people who flooded around. The katana started feeling heavy as I started realizing what I just had done.

I got up after sitting by the side of Dranas Sarthram and looked around on the crowd as I could hear a guard coming up behind them. The katana fell to the ground, throwing the blood from the blade all around as I stood there totally stunned as the guard dodged his way through the thick crowd. He held his long blade high in the air, it was like I got a shock and suddently turned off running against the exit of Suran. The tears started running down my face as I tried to get myself out of town and over the bridge.

The guard catched up easily as I neared the wooden bridge, suddently the guard got a grip on my shoulder with his shield arm. I threw myself to the left before loosing balance, tripping over falling down the little hill before diving into the water hard. It was all black for a moment, it was like everything stopped and I was totally still in the water. As I tried to reach for air and the water came flooding down my throat as deadly as a slash from a sword I knew what happened. I dragged myself up from the water only to meet the armored Dunmer guard pointing his sword between my eyes. The guard grabbed my neck and dragged my out of the water before leading me into the city with a blade against my back.

The crowds had followed along as I’ve been captured and brought back to town, screaming out the words that would haunt me in this world for ever. As the words murderer and the horrifying words reach my ears, it felt like my time was over. I’ve done what would change my life, what would change the life of a young Redguard in a new land into what would be his first time in Oblivion. I’ve already heard all about the Dunmer’s hospitality to outlanders and that I’ve now becomed a murderer wouldn’t make it any better. I could remember, the moment once again as the hope ran out of Dranas Sarthram eyes, but now it was me. I was thrown into a dark little room in the basement of the Guard Tower. He locked the door as it was the door to live and it the light slowly faded away and the room became all black as he crawled into the corner closing my eyes.

The peaceful life that my parents have settled here in Vvardenfell for had been totally ruined. Would they leave me, I really could understand if they would leave Vvardenfell, and maybe return back. I surely understood why they would make such a decision; they hadn’t really cared about me anyway. Guess they even would deny that I was their son. The feeling of fear and sadness went over to anger against my parents. I knew my parents wouldn’t help me, why should they. I’ve killed a person; I took away his will to live against his will. And that I might need to face the same destiny for my actions, as I thought of that, and thought over what I had done. It was like me, my character was lost. I never could in the wildest dreams or in any type of situation kill a person. Who could I kill for, no friends no real family. My mind started going blank as my fist loosened after the thoughts about my family, and I fell asleep on the cold stone floor.

Suddently I started feeling an unpleasant feeling, even thought my eyes was closed it could feel and see the light. As I opened my eyes, the door followed. A guard stood in the door and up the stairs by the door out another guard stood. He grabbed my arm and got me on my feet but in no gentle way. My back and neck was feeling bad after sleeping on the stone wall. The guard took me up to the other guard he stood there leaning by the wall, looking in quite a hurry to get out of there thought.

“Well here is he, the murderer of Dranas Sarthram” the guard said pushing me forward against the other guard by the door he looked supprised.

“Cant accept our laws can he? If I understand the recent situation right?” the other guard asked questioned as he took of his helmet.

“No he can’t. He killed Dranas because he was a slaver” he replied “Which is legal here in Morrowind” he added looking over to me. I just kept looking away, trying to ignore it. The memory that I wanted to conceal wasn’t going away by having two Dunmers having a conversation about it.

“I see… The youngster made a big mistake, but I don’t think he deserves any penalty. He is still young, and has blade skills and I'm sure he can change this and into another person. He is not a killer. I think we’ll give him a chance, but not so easily” the guard said, totally demanding it as he looked down on me. Looked like he had some hope for me, and in his eyes I couldn’t see hatred but it really looked like he had hope for me even tho he knew what I had done.

“You want him to go!?” the guard spitted out, his inside of the helmet would be filled with saliva. He almost was about to reach for his sword and grabbed me hard by the shoulder almost making me loose my feeling on my right arm.

“Calm down Gavis. I’m not just going to give him away, I’ll hand him over to Wayne. He’s a good man in the Balmora Fighters Guild. He’ll teach him to respect our laws and much more…” he replied totally calm thought his Gavis looked like he had some close connection to Dranas and wouldn’t let me go this easily. But I didn’t know how easy this was supposed to be. Even the thoughts that he wanted me to be trained to kill; at least I thought that after he started brining the blade skills. I didn’t want more, no more suffering, not now.

“I wont this outsider beeing left over to another outsider, even were I can’t keep my eyes on him” Gavis replied holding me even harder. I could see Gavis totally enraged.

“Enough of this Gavis. I out-rank you and I don’t want this to go any further. Give me the boy and return to your duty!” the guard demanded, he grabbed me and took me away from Gavis thought Gavis wanted to kill me now. Could see it in his eyes and behavior but he let me go and the guard took me out to this huge creature, huge bug that they called Silt Striders.

He looked down on me as we stood on the stairs. “My name is Sarvel, and yours?” he said to me, I looked back up at him into his eyes as mine started to fill with tears. It was actually some hope. “Ehm… It’s Arneth. I’m Arneth” I said to Sarvel.

“Arneth. Well we’re going to Balmora and to a faction. Fighters Guild is called, and another Redguard as you works there. I will leave you over to him; he will train you and hopefully make you understand our laws” he said before taking out some septims out his pocket handing it over to the Dunmer who was by the Silt Strider. And then my journey for Balmora started. The sun was setting as we started moving against Balmora on the west side of Vvardenfell I heard it was.

This post has been edited by Fuzzy Knight: Jul 20 2005, 10:00 AM

[Fuzzy Knight]

We came to Balmora in the middle of the night hour, the streets were quite empty. We walked down the silt strider port, Sarvel leading the way. As I followed him straight forward, I could soon see this huge building between the houses. Out from the stairs it hanged a crest; it was two swords, laid across with a shield atop of that again. It clearly looked like what we were seeking, the Fighter’s Guild. As we stepped into the enlighted house we were greeted by a female Nord, Eydis Fire-Eye. She was the Guildmaster of Balmora Fighter’s Guild, Sarvel held me out of the conversation with Eydis. I was very sure he was talking about what had just happened in Suran. As I stood waiting I rubbed my face several times, I had even a hard time standing as I was getting more and more tired and exhausted.

As I was about to fall to the floor Sarvel came down to me.
“Wayne isn’t here in Balmora now. He’s out on a quest and won’t return until the end of the week” Sarvel admitted, thought I think he wished Wayne was here so he could return to Suran. “Fasile Charaseel is going to be ‘in charge’ of you these few days. She will introduce you to the rules of the Fighter’s Guild and also start up the training” Sarvel added, he took my hand before handing over some septims. It wasn’t a small amount; at least it had to be over 80. He instructed me to get some equipment tomorrow, a sword and some armor, and possible food too and save the rest for my own use. It was like Sarvel had turned to be a friend, thought he was still only a guard doing his duty. He gave me a grin, which was followed by clapping me on the cheek before going out of the Fighter’s Guild returning to Suran.

I didn’t exactly smile as he left, but Eydis came into the picture fast and showed me to the place where I could get some sleep. It was a large room, downstairs not so far from the training quarters. Filled with several beds and equipment chests, it was like the Fighter’s Guild barracks. The night pasted, as the sun started rising I was already awake. I had a hard time sleeping, thought the beds where better than what I was used to. The nightmares and intimidating thoughts of the future wouldn’t leave my mind. I was still new here, to Morrowind, to Vvardenfell. As I tried to get a few minutes of sleep before the sun rised above the hills surrounding Balmora the door opened. I could see a female Nord, not looking so much different as Eydis. With her armor on and no expression on her face she walked to the side of my bed looking down at me as I rubbed my eyes.

“Time for training, get your cloth on and follow me…” She said as she unsheathed her sword and held it by her side. “Ah… I guess we haven’t met either, I’m Fasile” she added with a smile before she walked back to the open door waiting for me. I didn’t even have the chance to introduce myself, but I guess she already knew me. I got dressed in a hurry and rushed after her as he entered the training quarters. It was just a huge room with all the equipment you could need to train, we sat down for a moment as she told me the rules, and how it was going to be until Wayne returned to take over the training. She also took up and told me about what she thought I needed to train on, I wasn’t especially strong or swift. She could point that out pretty easily and thought it was almost like an insult I really didn’t care because I knew it myself. I started of with just training my strength and endurance the morning, it was hard work and my muscles had several cramps as we had a little break as the sun stood on its highest.

After a short break, she gave me an iron sword. I learned to parry, block and attacked for the rest of the day until it was the middle of the night. It was only basic and easy training; it was all so she could see how I could handle the sword. I was totally exhausted as I walked back to my bed; I almost fell to my knees as I had been training the whole day. I was so tired that I slept quite good that night, thought it didn’t go many hours before Fasile came back in again and it was already morning and the training started over again.

Still more to come, I'm writing right now...