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 for the interest shown here guys! I'll do my best to make this story the best it can be. On a footnote, 16 more days and Oblivion comes out!


After buying my new sword and a pair of old gauntlets I got my horse from the stables then set off to Rhogusa in search of Jomic. Daron had entrusted me with a task and I wasn't going to fail him. I have a little honour code you see? Whenever somebody entrusts me with a task to complete or some information to pass on I never fail that person. I always think that if he died, that would be what the respective person wanted, for me to complete his task. My father, may Arkay watch his soul, taught me that honour code and I try to live by it. Honour and principles aside, I set forth into the desert to Rhogusa. I didn't try to tire my horse though. A stupid thing I did while preparing for the journey was that I spent my money on weapons and armour and not on suplies. I was going to have to be careful while travelling through the desert, I had heard rumours of orc bandits which attacked travellers.

After a few hours of travelling I could clearly see that I desperately needed some water, else I and my horse would die. The desert however was relentless and I could only see dunes of sand all around me. Luck however quickly struck me. A few miles ahead, I found a fountain in the middle of the desert. What luck! It was guarded however by 3 Imperial Leggionaires. I asked them if I could drink from the fountain.
"The fountain is empty Redguard. See to your travels!" responded a Leggionaire to my question. How strange, I thought, that 3 soldiers were guarding an empty fountain in the middle of the desert. I dismounted off Whisper then walked around the soldier's camp a little. They were all looking suspiciously at me and I was afraid that they would attack me. I however aproached the fountain and looked down it. I saw two ropes, one going to the bottom of the fountain, and with a big sack of sand on it which was close to me. I told the soldiers that I was convinced that there was no water and that I was on my way. They seemed pretty relieved.

I mounted on my horse then, when passing by the fountain, I drew my sword and cut the rope holding the sand bag. It went down and a bucket full of water came up! I grabbed the bucket and rode off shouting to the Leggionaires:
"You shouldn't be greedy boys!" while I rode off. They were clearly annoyed and one of them grabbed his javelin. He threw it at me. When I turned back to look at them once more, I saw that javelin heading straight towards me. I closed my eyes and thought that I had reached the end of my days. I opened my eyes a few moments later and saw the javelin stuck in the sand. Thank the gods I thought. After riding a few miles just to be sure I got rid of the soldiers, I stoped the horse for a break and gave him the bucket. Whisper was very relieved to finally get some water, he was clearly weakened by the gallop.

After that break, I resumed my journey to Rhogusa. It was a hard ride for me, and my horse. For miles across all I could see was sand and dunes. There was also the ocassional sand storm involved. All of these factors made my journey considerably slower. I howver reached Rhogusa after a mere 2 day's journey from Sentinel. It truly had the look of a border town and pirate heaven. I decide to tread carefuly though this town in which I was an outsider. I decided not to leave my horse at the stables. There were so many criminals in this town that my horse could well get stolen. I then decide to look over my plan of action again. I did the first part, geting here across the desert. Now the harder part, finding and killing Jomic. The first thing to do would be to ask for him at the local tavern I thought as I made my way to the tavern called "Scoundrel's Hide". When I entered I was greated by the suspicious looks of everyone inside. Nice hospitality I thought. The tavern wasn't exactly full but there were enough people inside. 3 men were standing at the bar, 2 Redguards and one Imperial. Another 2 men were standing at a table, one of them was a noble by his dress and manners. I also saw 3 other men gambling at a table, one of them was drunk and the other 2 were obviously taking advantage of him. I decided to go to the Imperial at the bar since he was looking pretty sad and rundown. I greated him and he presented himself.
"Greetings traveller, my name is Atius Volenus. And what brings you to the british boat-end of the kingdom?" said the Imperial in a sad voice.

"I'm looking for a Redguard who goes by the name of Jomic. Do you, by chance, know him?" inquired I.

"Jomic you say? I know that filthy pig! He betrayed me! I want him dead for what he did to me." said Atius in an angered voice.

"Well, if you really want him dead I could help you with that. But I'll need- I was intrerupted by Atius.

"A reward? Of course! Is 300 drakes enough? That's all I have at the moment sadly. But once you kill him I can give you more! Because he has alot of money which he's hiding somewhere!" said Atius in an enthusiastic voice.

"I don't need money Atius. Just tell me where he is and I'll even the score for you alright? I responded.

"Well, if that's what you want. I know he's hiding in the warehouse at the southern edge of town. If you want I can come with you and help you. I've heard he is a good swordsman." said Atius.

"You'd better not. He sounds like a dangerous man and I don't want you geting hurt." I said. In truth though, I lied to Atius. I was actually afraid of him beeing on Jomic's side and turning on me when we reached him.

"Alright then Arthago. If that's what you want. Good luck!" said Atius.
After ending the conversation with Atius, I headed off to the southern warehouse where Jomic was suposedly hiding.


And that's it folks! I hope you liked it and I'll receive some good'ol constructive criticism.