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'm glad you all liked the fight. I put my best effort into making it truly epic. In the meanwhile I've been writing books for an Oblivion mod project (I'm a dev! ) so that's why Arthago has been dry lately. I'll get right back on him though, great thing are in store for him!


I made sure not to leave Count Duadeen's estate whitout taking a healthy amount of water from the Count's oasis. It was filled with cool water which could quench my thirst any time. Better than waiting for rain or taking your chances in the Alik'r desert. After a day of travelling through the arid plain of Zathra which separated the Count's lands from the kingdom of Sentinel, I was soon back home. The gate guard already knew me well so he let me inside the city whitout any dificulty. I didn't even have to show him my order's seal! Beeing a knight in a respectable order does have its perks. The city however, was in a melancholic mood. The great marketplace which outstreached itself in front of me was empty. The stalls were closed and all the merchants were gone. The civil war in Laynlin was clearly taking its toll on the great city.

As I made my way to my temporary home, the room in the inn, I could see women crying in the streets after receiving news that their loved ones had perished in the streets. Fearsome guards were patrolling the barren back-alleys. These guys were new, and they didn't know me. I would soon make it known to them that I was a knight in the order.
"Halt citizen! Name you bussines in Sentinel!" he said in an arrogant voice. If there's one thing that guards like, it's abusing their powers.
"My bussines? I have more important things to do than to report to a minor guard as you! Out of my way!" I said with an equal amount of arrogance in my voice.
"Show some respect peasant! Boys, take this rebel to the dungeon!" he shouted to his coleagues. This guy clearly wanted trouble.
I drew my scimitar before any of them could react and quickly pointed it at the first one's throat.

"Step asside before my hand gets itchy and an accident happens." I said in a slow and calm voice.
"No need to get violent sir. Boys, drop your weapons and let him pass!" he said in a whiny little voice.
I made my way past them then turned around. The first guy's face went pale with fear.
"No need to worry my kind sirs. Next time you provoke a knight of Sentinel, try not to mess with a grizzled veteran. You'd better keep to terrorizing peasants you hear?" I said in a sarcastic voice.
"We are sorry for the disturbance sir. It won't happen again." The leader of the guards said in a frightened little voice.

Messing with the rookie guards was often a pleasure. But I had more important matters to atend to than puting some arrogant guards in their place. I made my way to the palace of Sentinel where the royal family lived and the grandmaster of my order, Lord K'avar also had his quarters there. He was really a grizzled war veteran. He had participated in countless wars before, the most recent beeing the War of Beton in which Sentinel sadly lost its former king, Camaron. His son Lhotun, had been doing a great job however since the death of his brother, Greklith. I entered the palace and made my way to Lord K'avar's quarters. I had been there before, when I was but a peasant from a far away village with just the clothes on my back, and the guard outside had seen me off. Now that I had my seal of the order to show, I was going to make a true impression.

I soon reached K'avar's quarters. The guard however stopped me once again.
"Only citizens in good standing with the order of the Candle may enter this room." the guard said in a rough tone.
"Even better, I'm a member of the Order, as you can clearly see by my knightly seal." I said, as I showed him the seal Marshall Daron gave me some time ago.
"Good enough, Lord K'avar may see you now.' the guard said in a friendlier tone now that he knew that I was a member of the order.

I entered the ivory door to Lord K'avar's chambers. A suit of ebony armour greated me at the entrance. The walls were also lined with finely made swords and daggers. This man clearly had a fortune placed on his walls. I walked down a corridor which had a portret of two men who were wearing fine clothes. Obviously Lord K'avar together with another man of power. There were two doorways, one to the left and one to the right. I followed the left one and saw a study filled with old books. A man was sitting on a chair, studying, while I came in.
"I assume you are Arthago, Marshall Daron's trainee." said the man.
"You are corect sir. Lord K'avar I assume?" I said, keeping to the man's tone.
"You assume corectly young man. I am Lord K'avar, leader of the Knights of the Candle. I know why you have came." said Lord K'avar in his smooth old tone.
"I have won the duel with the noble from Antiphylos, Count Duadeen was his name. I defeated his champion, a man of great stature, and I bring you these papers that certify Count Duadeen owned that land." I said.
"Good job, I am advancing you to the rank of Chevalier in the order. You are probably wondering about Marshall Daron." said Lord K'avar.
"Yes my lord, I am concerned for his life. Have you any word from him?" I said.
"As a matter of fact, a scroll from him arrived this morning. He gave me a report of his activities and assured me that he was quite well. Here is the report. You may check it over to see for yourself." Said Lord K'avar as he gave me a scroll.

I took it and read it. Marshall Daron wrote what his resources were, how many men he had lost, how many men he had remaning and he also stated that he was in good health and that his aprentice, which would be me, shouldn't worry about him. I gave Lord K'avar his report back and asked him if he needed me for anymore duties.
"Duties? Things are curently peaceful in Sentinel. The guards keep the peace." Lord K'avar said.
"I can see. Well, if there are really no tasks for one such as me, I take my leave of you. Farewell Lord K'avar." I said as I left the man to his studies.
"Farewell young Arthago!" Lord K'avar said.
And with that I set off to the "Hunding's Rest" inn to get some sleep.


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This part of Arthago's story ends here. It may not have been that action packed but I hope you've liked it. Cheers!