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 all the interest in my little story everyone! I am especially honored to receive a positive comment from the Great Master himself, Trey! Thanks alot, here's the new update.


After my little chat with Lord K'avar I made my way back to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. Once I made my way in I was greeted like a regular of the tavern. After so much time of staying there it wasn't so surprising really. I was a knight after all, people were generally happy to see me. Well, except that, incident in front of the marketplace. But, alas those are things of the past and sadly they cannot be changed. But a man can dream can't he? What I wouldn't give if there was some marvelous artifact to rewind time and erase one's mistakes. But maybe with the disappearance of an old problem a new one would bound to arrive. An old Redguard saying said "The Fear you run from, will catch you and the Fear you face, will disappear". Maybe it was time to report my actions to a guard and be punished for my crimes. Or maybe not!

Philosophical concepts aside, I made my way upstairs to my old bed. As always I took off my clothes and armour then blew out the candles and went to bed. It was however fresh in the year so I had to cover myself with some blankets because of the cold weather. I woke up with the familiar feeling of a sore back. I really needed a better bed! I decided to take my armour with me outside since the city was almost emptied and there weren't any widows or weeping mothers to attack me in the street. I gave the regulars of the tavern a good day and made my way outside. In these conditions, a new year festival should have been going on but since the civil war the city was quiet. Too quiet.

Since Marshall Daron wasn't in town and I didn't have where to win any money from, I made my way to the local Fighters Guild, called the Fighter trainers. I had passed by their guildhall before and it was a hub of activity, members passing through its doors like ships out of the port of the Sentinel. It was almost empty now, a few caretakers and a couple of members. An Argonian and a Nord clad in armour. The Argonian was wearing a chain mail hauberk and an open-faced iron helmet which only showed his scaly snout. The Nord was wearing some plate mail with no helm. I decided to aproach the Nord since I didn't quite like beast folk. I once heard a story of 2 shipwreck survivors, one Kahjiit and one High elf. The Khajiit ate the High elf and made it to shore in their little boat.

I aproached the Nord and greeted him.
"Good day to you Redguard!" said the tall Nord with a smile.
"Why is the Fighters Guild so empty today?" I asked.
"Because of the war over in Laynlin lad. Alot of Fighters Guild members went with the knights to provide suport. I stayed since there's got to be some staff present at the Guild. Crime is ussualy high in times of war and someone has got to fix it." said the Nord.
"I understand. If there still are wrongs that need to be corrected I am willing and able for the job." I said to the Nord.
"I understand lad, we have a problem and since there's no one in the Guild except me and that scaly fellow over there. Maybe you could help us with it?" said the Nord.
"Maybe. What exactly is the problem?" I inquired.
"By the looks of yourself it shouldn't be too hard. A woman has contacted us saying that someone murdered her sister. Go to Camaron Lane nr. 13 and speak with that woman. Her name is Anora." said the Nord.
"I understand, I'll make my way to her right away." I said. And with that said I left the Fighters Guild.

I made my way to the adress that the Nord pointed out. It was a humble little house with a bed, a small table and some chairs. A woman was laying down on the bed when I came.
"Who are you?" she shouted at me in a scared voice. It was clear that the death of her sister had given her alot to fear.
"You've got nothing to fear! The Fighters Guild sent me to help you." I said in a calm voice.
"Great. You have arrived at just the right time. My sister was murdered yesterday in her Market stall. She was quite a wealthy woman and owned a flourishing bussines. I don't know who could have killed her. She was such a kind woman, sweet with everyone." the woman said close to crying.
"Since she was a trader maybe a rival wanted her killed. What did your sister deal in?" I asked in a detective like voice.
"Well, she mainly dealed in food and furniture. She exported her food from Cyrodiil. She was well liked around these parts for that." said the woman.
"Did she have any particular rivals who dealed in the same things?" I asked once again.
"Well, she had a rival. But he wasn't violent about it, at least not with us. At my sister's funeral he even put a crown of flowers on my sister's grave. He greaved for her, I don't think it was him." the woman said in an unsure voice.
"I'll look into the matter miss. Your sister will be avenged." I said in a solemn voice.
"Thank you very much kind sir. I will remember your kindness." The woman said in a sad voice.

After the conversation with the woman I made my way to the Marketplace to look into things...



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That's the end of this update. I hope you liked it!