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]

Since you are all probably wondering where this story is headed I can tell you that it will be much like Treydog's story. The difference is that it will be set in Cyrodiil and not in Morrowind. Here's the latest update anyway!


After talking to Anora about her dead sister I set off to the marketplace to investigate a little. The Marketplace was empty and the sun was setting so my work had to be quick, before the guards came and sent me off. General rules were that no one stayed outside after dark. I soon reached the stall which belonged to Anora's sister. The blood was still there and the stall was a bit trashed. I looked around and found nothing. I heard a noise and started to look around. A group of guards was coming my way, I had to dissapear. The only hiding place was under a stall in the dirt, I wasn't too much of a fan for hygiene so I jumped right under it. The guards passed my way whitout even noticing me.

After I got up I realised that there were no clues as to who murdered Anora's sister. Perhaps I should go and pay Ovyn a visit? Ovyn was the rival of Anora's sister. He never showed any malcontent publicly, perhaps he could spill his wrath in private? I made my way to Ovyn's small manor. It really wasn't much of a manor but for a trader he was very prosperous. I knocked on the door and a tall Redguard greeted me.
"What bussines do you have with master Ovyn?" said the Redguard in a harsh voice.
"I want to question him in regards to the recent death of one of his competitors" I said in a snobish voice. Advanced language should give that dumb servant a head-ache.
"You are here to what?" said the Redguard servant in a confused voice.
"I am here to question your master in regards to a matter which is over your level of importance." I said, using even more confusing language. The benefits of a full education can be very rewarding.
"I see this is noble talk. Master Ovyn would be upset if he doesn't meet a possible partner. Step right in sir." the Redguard said in a much more humble voice.
It wasn't much of a manor on the inside as it was outside. A long hall way stretched in front of me. The walls were plain and didn't even have tapestries or paintings on them. I found Ovyn at his dinner table, peacefully eating. A man was by his side, counting drakes from a little purse. The man had a dagger hidden in his boot, the handle was showing.

"Good evening Ovyn!" I said in a jovial voice.
"Good evening, who might you be?" asked Ovyn, he seemed pretty surprised to see me.
"I'm here in regards to the recent death of your competitor." I said in a calm voice.
"So, umm, that's why you're here eh? Could I serve you with an, umm, drink?" he said in a nervous voice, he was making signs with his eyes to the man beside at an infernal rate. I think the general message was "Go away before he sees your dagger!". Too late.
"Thank you for the hospitality but I'd rather pass. I'm not much of a drinker. Could I ask why your friend is armed? You seem to have a fearsome enough servant already." I said in a sarcastic voice.
"None of your bussines knave! Mind your own bussines and go away before an accident happens." said the man beside Ovyn. He was wearing a tattered leather hood so I couldn't see his face.
"You seem to have blood on your boots sir." I said as I grasped the handle of my scimitar.
"Damn! The fool's caught us red-handed! I should never have called you here, RUUN!" Ovyn shouted as he jumped out of his seat and started running like the Hounds of Hircine were chasing him.

The hooded man drew his dagger out his boot. I drew my scimitar and pointed it at his neck. That was the advantage of a longer blade. The man dropped his dagger and started moving back from me.
"Did you murder Ovyn's competitor?" I asked in a cruel voice.
"Okay I confess! I did murder her, but he payed me alot of money for it and I couldn't resist the temptation!" the man shouted in a desperate voice.
"How much money?" I asked. I must say, I was tempted by the money too.
"1500 drakes." he said.
"That's quite a sum. I'm taking you to the City guards nonetheless. Temptation won't get you out of a few good years of hard labour." I said.
I pointed my blade at the purse filled with coins. The assasin didn't have much of a choice so he gave it to me. I was now 1500 drakes richer.

With that problem solved I returned to Anora to tell her of my succes.
"You found the murderer? May the Divines bless your soul!" Anora said in a happy voice.
"Her rival, Ovyn did it. He kept that non-violent attitude as a cover, not to make anyone suspect him." I said.
"Bless you! I don't have much to pay you though, let me look around a bit." she said.
"No need to worry about that! I have more than enough money to handle myself. It's been a pleasure helping you really!" I said to her in an honest voice. I didn't really like lying to her like that, but the Order didn't really pay well and I needed to sustain myself after all.
"Alright then." she said in a relieved voice.

I made my way to the Fighters Guild after that to report my actions. The Nord was happy to hear that the assasin had been brought to justice so he payed me 100 drakes. He also admitted me into the Fighters Guild for a job well done. I now had where to go when the Order didn't have any tasks available for me.


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That's the end of this update, I hope you've all liked my detective work. Cheers and good luck in the Clash of the Titans!