Story of Soran Prelude:Flight of the shadow., my first fanfic Options

[tymestrike]

Story of Soran: Prelude:Flight of the shadow.


This is my story it may not be how you would have done it but it's how I did. I was born in a small village near the border to Morrowind. Dispite what I would have liked at the time I never visted Vvardenfell. If you haven't guessed already I am a Dunmer or Dark Elf as we are known mostly in Cyrodiil.

At the young age of 20 I was thrown in the Imperial Prison for attempted murder. I know it was silly but I wanted to join the Dark Brotherhood. Upon reflection I suppose I could have picked a less well gaurded first kill. I tried to kill a member of the Imperial city watch while he slept. I would have killed him if he hadn't woken up when I drew my blade. At the time of my imprisonment I was unmarried and I remain that way till now.

Before I continue, understand that I can not for ANY reason tell you any secrets if I am to remain alive. I feel I am safely hidden but with my history you can never know. Enough of my past you are probaly wonder who in Oblivion I am by now and I shall tell you, my name is Soran.

*Warning from this point on the story will be told from the first person veiwpoint this is my first try at a fanfic so any criticism is welcome. If you want to help me by pointing out mistakes like slipping from first to third or present to past or grammar go right ahead. I am also in need of someone to read over my stories before I post them*

"This place is horrible," I thought to myself, "couldn't they atleast buy a cat to eat these rats? Hmmm, no, the rats would eat the cat.".

I rolled out of my bed and looked around the cell for the first time in a week. It was very sparcely frunished a table, cheap pitcher and cup, stool and the remains of its last occupent.

"I must have offended someone high up in the imperial watch. The normal punishment is no more than three days," I continued to think while paceing back and forth back and forth.

"Hey kinsman!" someone called

"What?" I hollered, quickly pulling myself back to the present.

"I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in ages." The person called back.

I realized that the stranger was in the cell across from mine so I walked up to the bars to see them.

"Where you from? Vvardenfell?" he continued, steping out of the shadows of his cell.

"No I was born here in Cyrodiil." I said to him.

"Have a wife back home? Tell you what I'm getting out in a few weeks and when I get back home to Morrowind I'll look her up." He said with a sneer while ignoreing my response.

I turned around and walked away seeing how he was just wanting to be insulting. I sat down at the table to think some more.

"HEY prisoner!" I heard shouted at me like they had said it two or three times already.

I looked up to see someone in full heavy armor at the door to my cell.

"Yes?" I called back.

"Stand by the wall next to the window or we will kill you." he said.

That got my attention I hurriedly stood where he told me to.

He unlocked the cell door and walked right up infront of me and told me to stay there. Behind him were three more people, two more in the same style of armor and one who looked familier dreesed in very rich looking robes. It was this man who looked right at me and got a shocked expression across his face.

"I know you." he said as he walked closer.

"Let me see your face." he said, so I looked up, "You are the one from my dreams." at this point his face got a really sad look to it and he mumbled "Then the stars were right and this is the day." Now he looked towards the heavens outside the window and said "Gods give me strength."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am your emperor. Uriel Septim. By the grace of the gods I serve Tamriel as her ruler. You are a citizen of Tamriel and you to shall serve her in your own way." Uriel replied.

"Why am I still in jail?" I asked.

edit: fixed some spelling at cleared a few points i thought needed it.

This post has been edited by tymestrike: Apr 10 2006, 08:12 PM

[tymestrike]

Telendil Delvanni did the editing for me and named the spell here is part two of Soran's Story

"Maybe the Gods have placed you here so that we may meet. As for what you have done it does not matter. That is not what you will be remembered for." Uriel said.

I opened my mouth to ask another question but closed it again after seeing the look his guards threw my way.

While the Emperor and me were talking his other two guards had entered the cell, one stood by the cell doors and the third was by the wall next to my bed. I looked at that one only to be roughly turned about by the first guard. I heard the sound of stone scraping against stone and I spun around in time to see my bed sink towards the floor and the wall behind it swing open revealing a secret passageway. The guard who opened this passageway said something about leaving the door open and not being able to open it from the other side.

"Today’s your lucky day, just stay out of our way and you'll be fine." The guard who was standing next to the cell door said. He then walked out the passage behind the Emperor and his other two guards.

I followed them as quietly as I could staying out of the way. We rounded a bend in the passageway and exited into a large room from what I could see it had twin stairways going down to a lower level. Off to my right was a platform. I had barely taken this in before three dudes in black armour wielding what appeared to be deadric maces charged in. Before I could think what to do I heard a shout.

"The Captain is down!" someone yelled.

The battle lasted a few minute more but the men in armour were hopelessly out matched. The guards quickly killed one and his armour and weapons just vanished.

"What in Oblivion happened there?" I thought as another dudes armour vanished upon his death, "These must be assassins, but why would they be here? Could they be after the Emperor? But why?" the thoughts continued to race around my head for the few secs that the last assassin lived.

"Are you ok sire?" one of the two remaining guards asked.

"Yes, and Renault?" Uriel asked.

"She's dead sir," the guard responded sadly.

"I'll take point." the other guard said, "How could they be waiting for us here?"

"I don't know but we have to keep moving." The guard near Uriel said. "Prisoner you stay here don't try to follow us."

"Ok." I told him.

They walked though a door on the lower level and I heard it lock behind them. I walked over to the body of the Captain and searched it for anything useful.

"Hmmm a steel shortsword I can use this." I thought. I stood up and looked around. I walked over to the assassins bodies and searched them finding a potion that reeked slightly of magicka and a potion with the remains of a label, it read "Weak Healing".

"A healing potion?" I thought while strapping on the shortsword. Looking around one more time I saw the hilt of another blade under a assassins body, "What? That looks like the blade hilts those guards were wearing." I walked over to the body and pushed hard moving it just enough to get the blade free. "This is the captains blade. I can't use this but I can give it to the other guards if I ever get out of here."

All of a sudden I felt I need to draw my blade and run down the stairs. Following that urge I got there just as the wall to my right fell in and two of the largest rats I had ever seen jumped though. My first thought was run but I decided that I could kill the rats and maybe get some rat meat off the bodies I swung my blade and killed one outright but the other grabbed my thigh, I screamed and swung my blade before I thought about what I was doing, luckily I hit the rat and not my self . The blade stuck the rats tail and it let go with a screech. It jumped at me again but this time I was ready for it and swung my blade slicing clean thought the rat's chest killing it instantly. I use the blade to cut some meat from the rats and I looked though the hole in the wall. Beyond I saw what appeared to be the supports to the prison above. to my left was the skeletal corpse of someone who must have fallen through the floor of the level above.

I stepped though the hole and kept close to the wall looking quickly to my left I saw a chest hidden in the shadows of a small alcove. I snuck over to it and carefully opened it wincing as it squeaked revealing that it had been down here for a long, long, long, time. Inside I found a rusty iron war axe and a little gold. I took the gold and left the axe seeing how I had no need of it. Back to the right I crept to see that next to the skeleton was a bow a shield, and in its bony grip was a small dagger. I picked up the bow and strapped it to my back looking back at the skeleton I saw that behind it was a cuirass and boots made of leather, the workmanship was rough but it was better that nothing. Before I could get a better look at this stuff I got hit in the back by something I spun about drawing my blade. Right there in front of me was another of those dratted rats. I was fed up with these creatures and I swung my blade and missed. I quickly reversed the blades path and hit the rat as it jumped at me. This rat was stronger that the other two though and survived my strike. I raised the blade in defence to ward off its next attack, it hit me and almost got through my block in reflex I flinched at that moment I felt a insane urge to throw up my free hand and speak the words “Obscurum Flaragis”. Suddenly I felt a heat near my hand and I flinched back slowly I opened my eyes to try and determine were the rat had gone only to see it aflame and dead. I decided not to question my good fortune and quickly donned the armour I had found.

Looking around I found a quiver full of arrows in a small dip in the ground under were I found my armour I put this on and looked for something to shoot before deciding that I didn't want to run the risk of losing a arrow. Searching the area revealed about fifteen more arrows and the body of a goblin shaman. The shaman had a couple scroll’s on it which I took along with the lockpicks. Looking back around I saw a chest partially hidden in shadow near the skeleton. I tried to open it put it was locked remembering the lockpicks I found on the shaman I carefully picked the lock finding a little gold but not much else. I removed the quiver from my back looking for a place to stash the pick on the bottom of the quiver was a small flap I opened it and out tumbled a half dozen more picks I was overjoyed. I decided that if I was to leave now would be the time I went back to the shamans body and up to the door there picking the lock I left that room.