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]

As I was inspecting the bones I glanced up and saw a rat. Not wanting to take any chances I slipped my bow off my back, drew an arrow, took careful aim, and let fly. Knowing that the arrow would kill the rat I looked back down. To my right a little away was an Iron helmet, closer was a iron shield. Grabbing the helmet I looked it over carefully. On top of it was a ridge like piece of iron. Seeing how it looked like it could take a few hits I placed it on the floor. Being very careful I put the outside edge of my wrist irons on that ridge.

"Well here goes nothing. If I goof up I'll lose my hand but if I’m careful I'll be rid of these irons that mark me as a prisoner." I thought as I prepared to break the irons open.

Looking around again I saw a warhammer. Grabbing it in one hand, I was barely able to move closer. Leaving the end of the handle on the ground I lifted the head and placed it on the other side of the irons. Up went the hammer head and down it came again. The iron on my right wrist was split in twain. Repeating the action for my left wrist produced the same results.

"Well, well, well." I thought while rubbing my wrists. "This feels better."

Moving to the ramp on the far wall I saw a chest.

"What’s in here?" I thought as I veered to open it.

Inside I found some gold and another rusted iron waraxe. leaving the axe I headed up the ramp. Seeing a tunnel leading further from the prison I slunk down it. It had a fairly steep angle downward.

"Is it me or are these tunnels are getting more humid. Humidity means water or cave." I thought.

Feeling the walls to give me a idea of the amount of any break points that might signify other tunnels or offshoots I moved silently remembering what happened last time with that zombie. Moving close to the left hand wall, I almost fell as I suddenly lost support because of a cubby in the wall.

"Huh I should be fine unless the constant fighting I’m doing here has made me weaker due to blood loss" I thought, startled that something that simple made me almost fall.

Not wanting to dislodge the potions that hung from loops of leather on my cuirass. I desperately tried to find a way to heal myself. Then out of the blue, the words "Momento Frisko" entered my head along with a vision of a healing symbol. Figuring that it can't hurt I spoke the words "Momento Frisko". Feeling the spell take hold of me, I looked down and saw the wound that a rat had inflicted on my leg a bit ago start to heal. Before it did more than heal the edges the spell wore off.

"What! Is that IT? Ok lets try this again." I thought as I prepared to try again. Speaking the words once more I felt it take hold. Quickly looking down I saw the wound rapidly begin to heal itself. The edges moved towards each other, as they met in the middle they melded together with out a trace of there ever being a injury there. Looking my self over I found that all my wounds had healed.

"Now THAT’S more like what I was thinking." I thought in amazement. "Well time to get moving again. I have to find a way out of here."

Continuing forward I left the end of the tunnel, right in front of a rat. The rat jumped and bit me. I pulled my blade and shifted it to a defensive position. When the rat jumped at me again I blocked its attack. As the rat staggered I reached for my fire spell.

"Obscurum Flaragis" I whispered trying to remain silent.

I walked over and retrieved some meat from the rat. Looking around it looked like there was more prison above me and that the pillars in here helped to support it just like in the other rooms further back the way I came. But on the wall to my left was a hole. This hole looked odd to me so I moved closer. Carefully inspecting the bricks that had fallen away I saw that there were what looked like pick marks.

"Picks? Here? I know that zombie was a tad to...dim to use them. And there’s no way in Oblivion the rats could have. So what?" I thought puzzled.

I crept though the hole. Looking at the walls I saw something that worried me.

"These walls aren't man or mer made. They look natural but that would mean a exit to the outside." My thoughts were interrupted by the squeak of a rat up ahead. Slipping my bow off my back I drew a arrow and nocked it. Pulling back to full draw, I crept forward. As I rounded the corner I saw the rat. Its back was to me so I took a little bit of time to aim well. Up came the bow and I let the arrow fly. It struck the rat in the backside. Continuing on my way forward I happened to glance around the pillar.

"Hmm. Wisp Stalks. These I might be able to use. But I'll need some thing else like Stinkhorn to make anything actually useful." I thought as I dug around in my memories for the info I heard while hanging around the Cheydinhal Mages Guild hall. "Ahh yes that was it. Mixing Wisp Stalk Caps and Stinkhorn Caps in equal portions will create a Potion with only negative effects that will Damage Health by a small amount. Potions like this are termed Poisons. Well I'm glad I remembered that little bit of info.".

Grinning a bit at that memory I carefully moved forward hugging the wall as the wall turned away I listened for any sound when I heard none I started around the bend only to see a flash to my right in front of me. Looking around I found a small gem. Picking it up I couldn't tell what it was but I saw a bit of light from around the pillar. As I moved towards it I glanced around and saw a chest to my right. Upon opening it I found a silver bowl, some gold and a lockpick. Adding the gold to the pouch around my neck and the pick to the one on my waist, I continued toward the light. As I turned the corner I saw it was a small fire. But what caught my attention was the things hanging behind it.

"Skulls? But that would mean...."I thought.

Ok peeps the lack of comments is starting to worry me. In the next bit I'll be taking a few libertys with the combat system. BTW Soran is getting bored so I'll be wraping this up in the next update or the one after that.

This post has been edited by tymestrike: Apr 18 2006, 10:20 PM