Section: Founders' Fates
Written by Blade (Lord Blade)
The Tale of Blade, the Argonian Bounty Hunter
Blade writes this journal to let others know of origins...
For many years has Blade hunted, working for the Empire as a Bounty Hunter. Mostly hunting Blade's favorite prey... the foul slavers, though from time to time Blade has been asked to hunt other prey. Special prey. Criminals too dangerous for the soldiers to bring in. Blade has hunted across Tamriel and brought to justice.
And only justice. Not once has Blade accepted the task of hunting prey which he did not believe was truly deserving of being hunted. Many times have the greedy and corrupt within the Empire asked Blade to hunt down those who oppose them, those who have caused them shame, or those who have interfered with their personal plans for power. These prey Blade will never hunt. For Blade is no fool.
Blade sits here in this great Library of Tes F'Ruum, writing this tale. It has been many years since Blade accepted the job as a Bounty Hunter for the Empire. Slavers by the thousands have fallen to the blade of Blade. Their fate was written from the moment they enslaved another. And many others have also been brought to justice. Hundreds of criminals, outlaws, bandits and others who break the laws or cause grief and suffering to others. Blade's name has become commonplace in taverns and inns, whispered in awe by those Blade serves to protect, and muttered as a curse by those he hunts.
Yes... many have fallen or been brought in for trial at Blade's hands... but never the ones who Blade has truly hunted all these years...
Blade came from the Blue Rock clan, a small, but proud clan in the Black Marsh. At a young age did Blade show much skill at combat, as well as tracking. And Blade was the youngest of his clan to earn the title of Slayer, the proud few who lead the hunting parties of the clan.
One day... while leading a fine party on a hunt through the southern swamps, Blade and his clanmates were ambushed. The attack came without warning. The first warning was the blast of frost which chilled Legs-So-Quick, a young hunter who was little more than a hatchling. Blade was about to warn the others and seek the aggressors when a blast of fire flung him from his feet. Blade struck a tree and lost consciousness.
When Blade awoke, he was mostly covered by the swamp, and various bits of debris. It was about a day after the attack. After taking his measure of the situation, Blade knew what had happened. Slavers. The foul vermin had laid in wait. From the signs, they had been there for some time. Blade knows not how they knew where to await our group. But they were there, and their attack was very efficient. They captured Blade's clanmates. But they had made one dire mistake... Blade was still free.
Blade tracked the slavers through the swamps for several days. They had a head start, but Blade is not deterred so easily. But the trail vanished. Never before had Blade seen such a thing. It was as if they simply disappeared. Now, after much experience, Blade knows that it was magic which helped them escape. They had teleported away. And this meant that one of their party had to be a mage of some power.
Blade had little idea of where to go next, so he headed for the capitol, hoping that there might be some clue as to who the slavers may have been and some word of his clanmates. Along the way, Blade had put several other slavers to the sword and helped various villages Blade passed with tasks large and small. From slaying beasts that threatened the town, to simple jobs of delivery. Anything to hone the skills.
After arriving at Cyrodill, Blade began to ask around. Many treated him as a beast, thinking his manner uncouth. And Blade knew that to deal with those of "high society" Blade would need to be able to emulate their ways. So Blade studied long and hard. Letters seemed to come naturally, when they are normally something of difficulty for Argonians. Blade learned of etiquette as well as streetwise ways. Soon he was able to speak with high and low born and blend himself well to all manner of social standings.
But alas, Blade had little luck, even in the highest positions of the Empire... he could not find clues to what had happened to the slavers he sought. And one day, while relaxing in a tavern, Blade heard several Dunmer at a nearby table talking about slaves they had captured. As Blade rose to confront the scum, they hurled insults at him, calling Blade a beast! This was too much, and with nothing but Blade's bare hands did he lay into the vile slavers. Five did Blade manage to slay, before the sixth of their group managed to call for the city guard and then flee.
The guard arrested Blade for murder. But Blade's fate was not to rot in jail. No, the Empire had a use for his particular skills. They offered Blade the job of Bounty Hunter in exchange for freedom. Blade hoped that he would help the Empire curb the rampant slavery that had become far too common of late. Naturally, Blade accepted...
Well, the bards now sing many songs of Blade's exploits. Though there are many things which are still unsung, for they happened in the deepest secrecy. But sadly, Blade has never managed to find the slavers who attacked him so long ago or find his lost clanmates.
But all has not been in vain. Blade had once been sent to hunt down one known only as "The Librarian." This one was said to be spreading heresy. Blade investigated this one and found the truth. It was not heresy which was spread. This "Librarian" was building a collection of works from across Tamriel. Lost tales, songs, diaries and other works. This was a truly noble deed, which brought fear and suspicious to those who live lives full of lies and treachery. Blade refused to harm this one... instead, assisting The Librarian in his quest.
Blade spent much time with him, aiding in the construction of the Library of Tes F'Ruum, in which Blade now writes this tale. Over the years, Blade made many trips back to the library, always bringing lost tomes and scraps of parchments long lost and forgotten. Even a section of a journal once used by Blade is now on the shelves of this place of learning.
But sadly, even with the knowledge stored here... Blade has never found those he seeks. Therefore, Blade has decided to set out on one final hunt. Blade's friends tell him that he is too old now to hunt again, that his time is past. But if Blade must die, then it will be hunting the prey, not of old age. Blade now leaves this tale here, for those who are to come. With luck Blade will return someday, with news of his destiny complete... 1
This post has been edited by Troika: Mar 13 2006, 05:46 PM
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