The adventures of Arthago, My first fan fiction so be gentle Options

[Agent Griff]

So, just that you know, this is my first fan fiction ever. I have done backstories for my Oblivion characters before but this will be different. It will also be from a First Person perspective, something I'm experimenting with for the first time btw. So here we go:

In the year 400 of our curent era, in the stronghold of Vulnim gate located to the North-East of Sentinel, I was born. My mother was a humble peasant girl who barely reached the age of 18. My father was a knight in the Order of the Candle, a great man, who many looked up to. Some could say that I had an easy life up ahead, beeing the son of a noble warrior but I can firmly deny their claims. My father was a perfectionist, always was, always will be. He always wanted me to strive to do the best I could in all my affairs. I was forced to join the Knights of the Candle at a fragile age. I was trained and chiseled in a warrior with knowledge of etiquette and various other skills. I was mainly a fighter though, I never was much of a diplomat.

When I reached the age of 15 my father gifted me with a horse of my own. I called him Whisper because he was quite quick and very quiet for an animal of his size. He wasn't much of a war horse though and always craved for my love and care. I figured that if I ever went into battle on his back I should dismount first to meet my enemies. My life went on in the same way until I reached the age of 18 years old.

At my eighteenth birthday I was greeted with the news that my father was found dead somewhere to the east of Vulnim Gate. It was a great tragedy, my mother was devasted. She wasn't worried for the death of her husband as much as she was worried that she would loose her social standing. That terrified her so. She was always the ambitious sort that clinged to whatever inch of power she could. She realized that she was going to have to take a job after the death of my father. She didn't have a great many skills. She knew how to spend money very well but didn't know many ways of making it. She got married to my father before she could complete her studies. She could have been a merchant but she was forced to work at a tavern.

After a few years of working at the tavern she must have caught some ilness from a traveller. Whatever happened she died a few days after and I was left completely alone, with no one to help me anymore. I was going to have to decide what to do and that had to happen fast or else I would end up some beggar on the street, and I know that my father wouldn't want that.

This is the end of the first part of the story. I hope you liked it and I also hope that I will receive some feedback.

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 4 2006, 09:07 AM

[Agent Griff]

Thanks alot for the Feddback! When a writer doesn't receive feedback for his work he may think that it isn't liked. Well, you've proven me wrong! Now to get on writing.

After making my way across the labyrinthian streets of Sentinel I finally reached the house of the Marhsall of the order, a man called Daron. For a man of his rank he had a pretty small house. It had only 1 floor and its walls were in a pretty bad shape. What a guy I thought as I knocked on his door. A tall man opened the door, he had a dirty beard and a scar runing along his left cheek. He asked me in a rough voice what bussiness I had with him. I told him that I was a member of the order of the Candle, looking for tasks.
"A lazy lout like you? A knight in the order? Don't humour me Redguard! Go back to the slug-hole from which you apeared in the first place!" he said in an annoyed voice. I thought to myself that this man didn't advance in the order by using his fine manners, he was clearly a warrior at heart. I decided that my name wasn't going to get me anywhere so I told him that if he didn't believe me when I told him that I was a knight in the order he should then test me for my skills and aprove if I was a good candidate for a knight or not.
"Well, we could arrange something. Hmm, let me think about what task I should give you. Meet me tommorow at the "Sleeping Trader" tavern next to the great Marketplace alright?" he said in a rather calm voice.

I agreed and left Daron to his little house. I then asked an old man near by where I could find an inn. He directed me to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. The old man described the inn as beeing comfortable and rather cheap for a traveller. I made my way to the inn acording to the man's directions. When I entered the inn, everyone inside directed their eyes at me as if they had never seen a traveller before. There was a woman behind the counter, a Redguard. I hoped she was the publican of the inn because I could get a bed cheaper from a fellow Redguard than from a Nord for example. I greeted her and asked if she was the publican, she respoded positevely and I got myself a bed for 5 drakes. I then made my way upstairs to where my room was. It was a little small for my tastes but it was good enough for a comfortable night's sleep. I took off my clothes which were full of sand from traveling to Sentinel across the Alik'r desert. It was warm in Sentinel all year round so you almost always had to sleep naked if you wanted to get a good night's sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a sore back. The bed wasn't that great and it also creeked like a dying animal whenever I moved. I put my sandy clothes on then made my way down. I greeted the publican on my way out and then travelled to the other side of town, to the great market. After 2 hours of travelling through the winding streets and back-alleys of the city I finally reached the marketplace. It was bristling with activity as always. I saw the "Sleeping Trader" tavern close to a blacksmith's kiosk. I entered and found Marshall Daron waiting for me in a secluded back table of the tavern. I greeted him in a respectfull way and sat down. He answered with a nod to my greeting and then told me his chosen task.
"You are to go to the town of Rhogusa, on the edge of the kingdom close to the Alik'r desert. There you shall find a traitor to the order, you are to find him and kill him. His name is Jomic. Watch out though! I have heard that he is a good fighter and very likely to pose a chalenge. He has stolen a large ammount of coins from the coffers of the order. If you kill him AND find the money then I'll be very proud of you. Now go! Good luck." said Daron in a calm voice.

I left the tavern and stoped to make up a plan of action. I wasn't just going to barge in the town in which Jomic was hiding and just kill him. I needed a plan. I decided to buy some armour and weapons first since I was in front of a blacksmith's marketplace stall. I went up to the smith and asked him what kind of weapons did he have. He showed me a collection of steel and iron daggers, steel sabers, iron axes, silver, steel and plain iron longswords. He also had an asorted collection of armour pieces. I decide to buy a plain iron longsword from the man and with the money I had left I also bought a pair of old gauntlets. With all of my money thus spent I made my way to the city stables to get my horse. I was ready to go on a great journey.

Well, that's the end of the third part of my story. It's the longest part by far. I hope you liked it and I hope I'll receive nearly as much feedback as I received last time. Cheers!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 3 2006, 06:58 PM