Morrowind, It used to be a game.... Options

[Neck' Thall]

Now This is my first fan fic and im just seeing if people like my idea.

Prologue

Ryan was walking down a PC game isle when he saw the game.... “Morowwind”. He loved all RPG games since his first D&D game six years before and this would top them all. Even better was the cheap price, $ 29.95!! He immediately took out his wallet and went to the cashier to buy the game. Then he and his parents went home, them to watch an R rated film (Ryan was only 14 at the time), and he to load Morrowind.

Unfortunately, he was unable to load it until 10:00 because he had some parent assigned homework to do. When he was finally finished, he charged down to ground level and then went in to his houses sub-basement, where his families four computers (one for each person) were each seated.

He practically punched the “ON” button and waited anxiously for the Computer to boot. When it was done booting he ripped the Morrowind box open, put the CD into the drive, and began reading the manual, clicking occasionally when asked. He was finished with the manual by the time it was fully loaded and double-clicked on the sun-and-moon icon on his desktop.

When he started it up he realized that it was 11:00 PM, but kept on playing, even though he was very groggy. He fell asleep just as his cursor landed on new game. He had the strangest dream that night. He heard a kind, motherly voice saying:

"Ryan, the outlander from above, they have taken you from the Imperial City's Prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east, to Morrowind. You have been chosen, you are the first, and others will follow. Fear not, I will guide you...."

He was roughly shaken awake and tried to stay asleep but was force to open his eyes when the shaking continued. When he looked up he was startled to full wakefulness. Standing above him was a man who was so dark he could be called black except for the tint of blue in his skin.

"Hey wake up laddie. What happened? Were you having a bad dream?" said the man as
he stuck out his hand

Ryan took his hand and stood up.

"What? What is this place? Who are you? What are you? Why is the ground moving?"

The man gave him a wooden cup of a dark red liquid, which he drank. It had a sweet taste to it. After he drank it the man said,

"I am Jiub the Dunmer, or Dark Elf as you Imperials call us, and we are on a ship from Cyrodiil that has docked at Morrowind..."

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This post has been edited by Neck' Thall: Aug 10 2005, 05:47 AM

[Neck' Thall]

Here's another Update!
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Magic…that had to be it! Ryan thought. I mean didn’t I tell that Customs Agent that I knew three magic schools? But where did I learn them…Maybe if I concentrate hard I could remember any other spells I know…

This worked for a while, but Ryan was disappointed to lean that he only knew three spells: Hearth Heal, that healing spell he had used, Water Walking, well duh, and Water Breathing.

He started walking up the path to the foyada. As he came near the camp Ryan began to creep quietly towards it. In the camp he saw two of these little huts made of some type of skin and a guard at the entrance to each. Ryan , stupidly, walked to the main road and approached from that way.

“Hello,” Ryan said as he entered the camp. “I’m Ryan.”

“You n’wah!!!” Screamed both of the guards and they rushed at him with raised swords.

Ryan was so stunned that he almost got his head chopped off by the first ashlander, but he managed to get his axe up in time. Then he did an downward strike at each of them, an axe at each. They both put their swords up, but the one on the lefts sword broke and the axe buried itself deep in his left shoulder. Ryan kicked to one that was uninjured in the stomach and put his foot on the others chest and pushed to get the axe out of his shoulder. After he did this he felt a pain in his right arm and turned to find it viciously slashed by the other Ashlander.

Suddenly, completely by instinct, Ryan threw his axe at the Ashlander and followed in after it. The Ashlander blocked the flying axe with his left arm, which became disconnected from his body. He then was looking up at his body falling in front of a very shocked Ryan.

Ryan stood there for a moment and then dropped his axe to the ground and fell to his knees…

What have I done? Thought Ryan.

Ryan had killed before but nothing that was actually was intelligent, but what really disturbed him was the cold calculating way in which he had done it. Ryan got up grabbed his axes and returned to Scyda Neen. The rest of the camp would have to wait for another day.
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This post has been edited by Neck' Thall: Aug 19 2005, 05:07 AM