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 am honoured to receive praise from you Trey. I am also very happy that, through the way of writing, I have come to meet such wonderful people. For that and for any silent readers I will continue to write this story. Here's the next chapter! I can tell you to expect great turmoil in the province, in the years to come.



After a few more weeks of doing minor jobs for the Fighters Guild, I had heard that the Knights of the Candle were returning from Lainlyn, victorious. Great news! I was finally over with these minor Fighters Guild tasks, I could get back to the important things. Even though the Order didn't pay that well, it was always a pleasure to do some work for them. It pays to know that you're working for the better good of the entire kingdom. I awaited the return of the order anxiously. I would meet Marshall Daron again, after a few months.

A few days later, I finally woke up to happy cheers.
"The warriors are back!" echoed from the streets below my little inn room.
I quickly put on my clothes and ran down to see the army. They were passing by on that very street, their armour shining in the morning sun like an emerald. I could make out the face of Marshall Daron in the marching rows. He seemed to be wounded, he had a blodied bandage on his left leg.
"Marshall!" I screamed.
"Arthago! The king has ordered the knights to asemble at the palace! Come now!" Marshall Daron said back to me in a weakened voice. It was not his ussual tone. He had a softer voice now, and his beard had overgrown. Anyway, I followed the Knights of my order to the palace. How exciting! I was going to finally see the king!

I reached the palace in a short time. The great ivory gates, encrusted with jewels and precious stones, opened up to a great hall, painted with various murals on the walls that showed great deeds of Redguard history: How Frandar Hunding drove away the goblins, how Divad became an ansei and how the Dwarves dissapeared from Hammerfell. The king sat on a sturdy throne made of wood with gold markings. He wore a dark green robe and his golden crown, inlaid with precious stones.
"Welcome home my brave warriors!" the king said to the Knights present.
"You have returned from a great victory! The barony of Lainlyn is now a vassal of Sentinel and for that I thank you! You shall all be rewarded for the growth of the Kingdom with your weight in gold! There shall also be a great feast in your honour my brave warriors, enjoy it for you have earned it!" the king said in a happy voice. There was indeed a great feast, in the hall right next to the throne room. A great many food types were present, I couldn't even name a few of them. I sat down next to a tall man with a beard and a shorter man with a bald head. They were both overly happy about their victory. I asked one of them about the war.
"So, Lord Kain is the new baron of Lainlyn now that Shrike is defeated, right?" I asked. Marshall Daron had said that Lord Kain was leading a rebellion against his terrible brother.
"Lord Kain? He was slaughtered sadly, just like his evil brother." the bearded soldier said, in an increasingly slurred voice caused by too much ale.
"Slaughtered? Wasn't he on our side? Who killed him?" I asked in a confused voice. Lord Kain was suposed to be the good guy, how could he die?
"He died in very sad and gruesome circumstances lad. Good thing you weren't there." the smaller, bald soldier said. Since these two soldiers weren't clarifying the situation I was in, I decided to pay Marshall Daron a visit. Maybe he knew more?

He was at his little house. I knocked and entered. He was laying down on his bed, tending his wounded foot.
"What happened to your foot Marshall?" I asked, trying to show a little interest.
"Ahh, it's nothing to worry about, in the last battle I participated in I didn't quite know what to do, who to kill and things like that. Some oaf then charged me with his spear raised. I killed him, but he still managed to thrust his spear into my leg before dying. But don't fret! I'm alright!" Marshall Daron said, in a sad voice.
"Shouldn't you be happy for winning the war? Our side won afterall and you're going to get rewarded!" I said trying to cheer him up.
"Why should I be happy? Because of a crooked victory won with lies and betrayal?" Marshall Daron shouted at me in an angry voice.
"A crooked victory? How so?" I asked. So the soldiers were happy for a great victory but Marshall Daron was sad for a victory won with lies and deceit? This war thing was geting even more complicated.
"The King's men murdered Lord Kain in the feast he gave for us! He was killed whitout mercy, like a damned dog!" Marshall Daron shouted, almost bursting into tears.
"Who gave the orders? The king?" I asked confused. How could King Lhotun do this? He seemed like a good man at first glance.
"The king, probably. The man who actually ordered Lord Kain's death during dreadful feast was Lord Vhosek." Marshall Daron said in a more calm voice.
"That's grave news indeed. Do you know why the King did this?" I asked. This was horrible, I thought our men to be heroes, our king a true leader. In all reality he seemed to be an ordinary murderer.
"I'm not sure. For the land maybe. Maybe for some other reason. Maybe he though that his father's lands were too small, he wanted to increase them with any means necesary. I don't know the true reason. If you can, you should ask him yourself." Marshall Daron said in a melancholic voice.
"I understand. Thank you for the information Marshall. I shall look into the matter for I am curious to know why the King commited this horrible act." I said in a pretty confident voice. I was geting into things that were bigger than me and more important. It was a dangerous situation.
"Good luck in your search lad! I would go myself if it weren't for this wounded leg." Marshall Daron said.
"Farewell then Marshall." I said.
"Good bye my lad, and good luck!" Marshall Daron responded. With that I left the Marshall's little house in the direction of my own room at the inn. I had to get my seal and the armour of the order to show I was a member if I wanted to get an audience with the King himself.


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That's it for this update folks! I hope you liked it and thanks for all the suport shown thus far!