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]

The training this day was as hard as it had just been. In the afternoon after a long day of practicing my skills with a longsword Fasile wanted to test me, she hadn’t seen me in combat so far only how I could handle the sword. I couldn’t believe I was going to fight her; I was tired and almost had a hard time holding the sword. She didn’t have the time to let me have a break and handed over a fatigue potion, I looked quite supprised as she came over with the vial. But I did not hesitate and drank it all. It was like an incredible kick once it all ran down my throat and I could feel the effects, I grabbed the sword beside be and walked into the middle of the room. Suddently Fasile launched forward with a slash going across my chest, I managed to dodge it in the last moment - leaping back and almost loosing my balance. She went in again with a downwards cut sending me retreating straight into the wall. I desperate tried to parry and block all the blows, thought she was so fast. She sat in a thrust as I was pinned to the wall I made a leap to the left landing with one knee to the ground before slashing against her foot. But she moved her foot faster than my blade slashed through the air and she just gave off a little laugh.

I got up and got into position before I tried to attack. I charged forward trying to make a cut against her chest. As the blade came down she parried my attack to the right making my guard open. I was totally open as I almost lost my blade to the ground, and as I tried to get back in balance her fist came pounding down straight in my face sending me flying through the air and hitting the floor. I started bleeding a little bit, but I just cleaned it away with my sleeve before getting up.

“It’s not that bad Arneth, but it’s still not convincing enough. You most understand we are only keeping you here because we think you have something special, at least Sarvel thinks so. But I’m not here to judge you, we’ll practice more on the balance and blocking part” She said, I knew it was a friendly advice. Why would they keep a murderer here if I didn’t have anything to do here in the first place? I knew it was either show them what I had or turn myself in to Gavis. As I mentioned Gavis I knew I didn’t want to go back, he was one that wouldn’t show me mercy.

I grabbed my sword that I lost as I was busy getting my nose almost broken and looked back at Fasile, telling here I was ready. She told me it was important to not let the attacker push me back, I needed to hold my ground and not move back, at least not with the uncontrolled balance I had in the fight. She tried several attacks on me and taught me more how to dodge and parry them and how to counter attack them. The moves were hard to remember at first, but as we trained long and hard I started getting a hand of them. She thought I had done enough training for this day and she thought it was better that I got myself some equipment. She told me about Meldor, a bosmer who sold weapons and armor only a couple of feet away from the Fighter’s Guild. I walked over there fast as the shop closed soon. For the little money I had I got myself a one handed katana and some iron armor parts, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cover my whole body. I gave of a smile with no meaning after I had got the equipment I needed before I walked back into the Fighter’s Guild to rest. The nights went better and better, the thoughts in my mind was always the same, same questions that couldn’t be answered.

The next morning I got up fast, I got dressed and got my armor on and sheathed my katana and went out the door heading for the training quarters. We were going to practice on what we did yesterday, thought this time it was in the little armor I had. Fasile trained with me the morning hours, we practiced the parring part and the sword play. She could see I wasn’t used to fight, not with armor and my moves were slower then I even could think of. But the katana felt good, it was a good blade and quite light. Fasile pushed me hard this time as we were nearing the end of the sword training. She asked with a grin if I wanted to try fighting her again, I of course accepted and stepped into the middle of the room.

Fasile started walking calm around me with her sword in both hands, and followed her move looking her into the eye all the way as he charged forward slashing. I held my katana up with strength and parried the blow to the left before trying to counter attack with a thrust. She ducked, moving fast the right sending several slashes against me. I kept blocking them before I went for a new attack aiming against the throat. The cut fell fast but she threw herself against me before rolling behind me and got up, I could suddently feel the blade edge against my neck. I was really stunned, it was a wonderful move. She sheathed her blade and I turned around totally shocked about the move, it was really something I never thought could be possible, against me it was possible but I was eager to learn it.

“That was an amazing move you had their Fasile!” I said as I sat down on a bench by the wall. She rested her hands on her hip as she gave of a laugh.

“It requires a lot of training Arneth, I’ll learn it to you when your ready” She replied smiling and laughing at the same time, I was really behaving like a little boy. It was only a good move, but something about it captured me. It felt stupid, but it was clearly a hard and deadly move. She took of her armor and laid her sword beside me on the bench. She turned against the wall, my eyes soon followed. I could see a Redguard standing in the door, Fasile just made a greeting nod before he stepped in.

“So, this most be Arneth” The Redguard questioned Fasile, thought he looked down at me.

Fasile was about to speak, but I interrupted her. “I’m Arneth… It wouldn’t surprise me of your Wayne” I said handing out my hand to greet him. He laughed and looked me in the eyes. “I see you’ll already heard about me, that’s good. I’m taking over training from now, thought you didn’t do so bad out there… For an amateur” he said laughing as he took my hand.

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This post has been edited by Fuzzy Knight: Jul 26 2005, 09:33 PM