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

[jack cloudy]

I think it was a fine piece of work. Well done. Love it how those Imperials lost their bucket. Now they'll have to climb down for their water.

[Agent Griff]

Love it how those Imperials lost their bucket. Now they'll have to climb down for their water.

Or send one of their own across the desert to the nearest town to try and take a bucket. I'm glad you liked it anyway! 1 comment is enough for me to continue the story.


The sun was seting over the Alik'r desert. A dozen tones of orange were bombarding my weathered eyes while I looked at the old, wooden warehouse of Rhogusa. I wasn't here to enjoy the scenery though. I was here on bussiness. The gates to the warehouse were big and decrepit. One kick could bring them down. I however, wasn't that type of person and preffered the more stealthier aproach. That warehouse must have had a back door. I circled it and finally saw what I was looking for, an open door. I entered. The warehouse was dark and rat-infested, its old rafters were creaking like a dying animal. If Jomic was hiding then I couldn't hear him. As I slowly investigated the warehouse, looking for any signs of Jomic, a wind started blowing. Just great I thought as the howling wind made Jomic practicably invisible to my ears. After sneaking around a little more, a wooden plank from the rafters broke and down fell Jomic. He wasn't a tall man, he seemed more like the agile sort. He quickly got up and lunged at me with his shortsword. It was the first time I fought with someone to the death. I quickly parried his thrust with my reflexes if nothing else. After seeing that I was on my guard, Jomic ran out of the warehouse. He was quick if nothing else. I ran after him.

He broke down one of the warehouse doors and ran outside. I chased through the streets of Rhogusa. He was agile, he even threw a mechant's cart in my way, I however with an incredible ammount of agility of my own, jumped over the cart. This Redguard was sure fast. He must have goten tired though because he quickly entered a two story building. I followed. He ran up the stairs to the second floor. He was going for the roof, it was clear to me now. Using a trapdoor he got up on the roof of the building. I gave chase as best as I could but those heavy old gauntlets were tiring me. I threw them away as quick as I could then continued the chase. I however was amazed at Jomic's next act. He jumped over from the building on which we were standing to another building close by. This man was clearly desperate beyond all means. I tried to jump to, and with some hardship succeded. I almost fell though. I then thought that it was better to let him go than to loose my own life.

Jomic's last jump amazed me though. He had two building choices, one tall, two floor building to his right or a smaller 1 floor to his left. For a mysterious reason Jomic chose the smaller, left building. If it was me in his place I would have opted for the taller building. However his landing shocked me more than his jump. He landed on a hole in the roof covered up with straw and some old wood and fell right through it. I quickly got up and jumped to the building where he landed to see what had happened. I then layed my eyes on the stollen treasure Jomic had stolen from the order. That's why Jomic chose this building and not the other. The treasure was in pristine shape, Jomic, for some reason hadn't touched it. Jomic however wasn't in the same shape as his treasure was, when he fell, he fell right into a golden spear propted against a table. Jomic had proven a worthy oponent so I stoped to pray for his soul to gain safe passage to the netherworld and not into the hands of some necromancer.

I stashed up the treasure into a few bags then made my way to the town stables. Whisper was probably hungry so I 'borrowed' a few drakes from the treasure to buy him some food. After feeding Whisper and myself I mounted him and put my bags on his back.
"Don't worry old-timer! Once we get back to Sentinel, you will have a stable prepared especially for you! If I get to keep at least a quarter of this treaure then we'll be living like kings before you know it!" I said to calm the horse.
We then set off into the desert, back to Sentinel. After a shorter journey in which I was lucky not to catch any sand storms or other volatile weather phenomena I reached Sentinel in only 1 day. I was careful not to pass around those Imperial soldiers guarding the 'dry' fountain again. After leaving Whisper in the stables with a royal suply of food and drink I made my way to the Marshall's house. He was surely going to be glad to see me again. Especially now that I wasn't a rookie anymore.

I knocked on Marshall Daron's door. The same bearded man with a scar on his cheek that I knew and loved responded. I greated him in a respectful way as was required and he nodded in a sign of recognition as he always did. He was clearly happy to see me with the stolen treasure.
-So I see you've succeded on that task I gave you. Very well Arthago. I see you growing into a great knight some day, just as your father.
-You knew my father Marshall? Then if you did why didn't you aknowledge me as a knight of the order?
-Well, you see Lord K'asar has a very strict code for young knights in training. Your father may have been the great warrior that he was, but we still had to test you to see if you are of his caliber.
-Alright, I understand now. And, if we're still talking about my first task, how about my reward? I did work hard to gain this treasure.
-Well, you are right. You have worked hard to gain the treasure from Jomic's treacherous hands and I am proud of you for succeding in the quest I gave you. As a reward, I give you the seal of the Order of the Candle and this steel breastplate. Use them well on your travels.
-Thank you very much sir. I am proud to serve the order!
-Good. If you want more tasks, return to me a few days later. Dissmised!
I took my farewells from Marshall Daron then made my way to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. I bought a room for a few days there. As night falled, I inspected my new armour and the seal of the Knights of the Candle. The seal was a big silver coin with a golden candle in the middle of it. The breastplate was a regular breastplate with a silver candle etched into the chest region. Armour fit for a knight if you ask me! With this done, I blew my candles then went to sleep.


And that's it for this part! I hope you liked and I'm looking forward to your responses. Cheers and good luck on your own projects!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 4 2006, 07:53 PM