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]

I wish to thank my loyal fans, and my mom and dad for making this all possible! But Oscar speeches aside, thanks for all the suport given to me and my little story. Here's the next part of Arthago's story.

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After a few months of laying low because of that ladies murder, I visited Marshall Daron's house again to see if he had any tasks for me. My sword was geting rusty and I was ready for some action. Strangely though, I had seen no other knights from my order since I surfaced. I wonder where they all went. Wintertide was seting in and the weather was geting surprisingly colder than it ussualy was. I finally reached the Marshall's house after 3 months of hiding away from the city guards. I knocked on the door and Marshall Daron greated me but there was something strange about him, he wasn't wearing his ussual house-hold clothes, he was wearing a chainmail hauberk over some padded leather. He also had a scabbard hung to his belt. I asked him what the reason was for all this armour.
-Tragedy has struck Arthago. The nearby Barony of Lainlyn has been plunged into chaos and all out civil war has broken out in the province.
-What happened?
-The ruler of the Barony, Baron Shrike, has been leading his people in a despotic way. He is a great tyrant, using his knight order the Host of the Horn to terrorize his people. His brother, Lord Kain, was always against his ways. Lord Kain also formed a knight order, the Host of the True Horn. He has finally moved against his brother.
-And where are you going Marshall?
-Well, the Kingdom of Sentinel suports Lord Kain's actions and King Lhotun has sent our knight order to help Lord Kain in all affairs. I have been sent too.
-So, you're leaving?
-I'm afraid so. But I have one more task for you untill I return. A noble from Antyphillos has been chalenging us for some land. Since both our parties have legal papers to certify for the land the negotiations have been in a deadlock. We have decided to hold a duel for the land. The noble is bringing forth his best warrior to the battle.
-And what do I have to do in this affair?
-Well, since all of our best knights are in Lainlyn, I have decided to send you to settle this affair.
-Me? I do not have the necesary experience for such a battle! You're sending me to my death Marshall!
-Don't question my orders boy! If your father was here, he'd fight that oponent with just his bare hands because of the honour the order gave him. He wouldn't cower like you do!
-I understand Marshall. I shall go for the good of the order. But don't expect me to come back.
-Just so you won't think that I'm sending you to your death, here, take these pauldrons and this helm.
He gave me two iron pauldrons bearing the symbol of the golden candle on them and a steel helm with adequate vision. Both the armour pieces were in good condition.
-Now stop commenting on my orders and go!
-Yes sir!
And with that I left Marshall Daron's house.

I then made my way to the great marketplace to buy a shield. I wasn't wielding a two handed sword so I figured that I'd best make use of a shield to boost my defences. I made sure not to pass the place where I killed that lady again. That brought up bad memories. I soon reached the smith from which I bought my sword and those two gauntlets which I threw away in Rhogusa.
-Greetings friend!
-Welcome to my humble market stall lad! And what would you like of me?
-A shield. Not too big that it would intrerupt my movements but not too small that it would break on first contact with a war hammer.
-Aye, I have just the right one. What material would you like? Iron, Steel? For a price, I even have some ebony lying around.
-No, Steel will do just nicely.
-Good, here! That will be 80 drakes.
-Here. I hope this armour will hold in my time of need.

And with this I straped my shield on my back and made my way to the city stables to get my horse, Whisper.

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That's it for today folks. I hope you will enjoy this update as much as you enjoyed the previous one. Cheers!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 7 2006, 09:27 AM