Joryn's annoying new world, Its my first ever fan fic Options

[Joryn]

Hey, this is my first ever TES fan fic. Im new to this whole thing, but reading many of the ones posted by people here, I decided to give it a go. As I said, Im not anywhere as good as most people here, in fact the last time I wrote any kind of story was at school.

Anyway, enough excuses, dont mind posting anything negative as Ill just be glad to know if I should or shouldnt continue with this or not. Its late now so I decided to write this and then be off. Enjoy, or dont.

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Crossing the sea of ghosts.

Joryn was pacing around on deck, the sea air helped him fine tune his objectives. Cool moist air and a clear open ocean, which he find profoundly calming. It was hard for him to believe, for the first time he was going to set foot out of his home province. Not that he was particularly brimming with excitement, he was a Dunmer, and as such showed little enthusiasm for the other races or their cultures. He was also a Telvanni to boot, so not the most culturally broad minded specimen to be sure.

Still, Morrowind had been home for his twenty odd years of life so far. Young for a mer, but Joryn had been quick to gain a fair position in his house. An impressive feat, considering the contempt shown to him by many of the higher ranking Telvanni. But this had undoubtedly been made easier as his Masters sphere of influence grew.

Master Aryon, one who had shown a dislike for the old and rigid ways the near corpses on the council ruled, couldn’t have been a better master for Joryn. He and many others like him were given a chance under Aryon. Now their worth was measured by their abilities, and not the centuries they had lived.

But his task beckoned, and he was not going to get the best perspective on it by mulling over his current status within the Telvanni. Master Aryon had summoned him only yesterday and told him of a mission of some importance for the council. A particular amulet rumoured to rest within the ruins of the ancient and extinct Ayleid Empire throughout Cyrodiil.

It stank of personal gain for one of the councillors to get an upper hand, but he had no intentions of letting his master down. Joryn would play fetch and be sure that the trinket landed in the lap of whom it would benefit him most. This would of course be Aryon. Aryon had also mentioned not ruling out aid from the mages guild, a peculiar request, but one that made sense.

It was clear that the Telvanni had no intention of being caught with their exquisite pants down. After another quick look around, it was perhaps time to throw a few encouraging words the captain’s way. “We are making good time, no?” he asked optimistically. “Aye that we are laddy, but I bein sure to keep my nose outta Telvanni business” he chortled “Buncha necromancers to be sure, but they pays well mind you”.

Joryn half smiled at the captain, “I take it we are headed to Blacklight?”
“That we are, after a short stop at Dagon Fel, but we will arrive within the hour laddy”. “Very well” was all Joryn was prepared to finish on, he headed down below deck. “Not much of a talker, eh?” the captain snorted.

Joryn kept himself occupied with his spells and books throughout the rest of the journey. He had no intention of spending time in Dagon Fel, there would be time to waste in Blacklight. But until then Joryn was planning on ways to make his stay in Cyrodiil as short as possible. He was bitter enough about the arrogant humans poking their noses into his home, and not being a hypocrite, was uncomfortable about doing the same to them.

After dozing off in a hammock Joryn was quickly awakened by a loud thud and a familiar loutish voice. “Here we are lady, needn’t you worry bout the payment, you’re keepers saw to that”.With a nod Joryn added “Excellent, now captain it has been a pleasure but I must depart now, perhaps we will meet on my return trip, until then farewell”. “You too laddy!” The captain offered a two fingered salute as Joryn left.

Stepping out into the docks, Joryn’s first priority was to find a tavern. Get something to eat and drink. Weaving his way through the crowded streets with many Dunmer and the odd outlander, wasn’t much trouble. He was hardly packed for a trek, he wore his plain mages robes and carried only a reasonable amount of his gold with him. Also he brought some magical equipment and what little information he could scrape about this amulet. If he needed to make some minor potions on the move he could also manage that.

After a little searching he found a reasonable place to stop, a small tavern called The Unburdened Traveller. The place seemed quiet enough as he entered, and a pretty young Dunmer barmaid smiled pleasantly as he approached. On his way to the bar he was suddenly hit by a strong stench of mead on the air, and eyed a large Nord with his head in his mug, sitting in the corner. Quietly, which was a relief.

“What can I get you, sera?” the young barmaid asked. “Just a mazte, some hound meat and slaughterfish scales if you please”. After quickly preparing his order, she laid the food and drink down in front of Joryn as he passed her the 15 gold. The barmaid's pleasant smile disappeared in an instant. Joryn was too busy stuffing his food down to take notice of the Nord no longer occupied by his cups in the corner, and had walked up behind him. Joryn, with a chunk of hound meat sticking out of his mouth, was taken by surprise as the brutish Nord flipped him around to face him. Joryn’s jaw dropped along with the hound meat, which slapped onto the stone floor.

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Enjoy it or not, thanks if you took the time to read it. I look forward to hearing if Im good enough to continue with this.

[Joryn]

Well I decided to post another update. Ill try to work on another soon, and hopefully Ill manage to make it more exciting. I apologize, I know it has been fairly boring so far, especially compared to some of the other fan fics Ive read bits of. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

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Somewhere south of Blacklight

Joryn was half asleep, watching the sun disappear, coating the landscape in a gentle orange glow as it descended. He had been walking for some now. Why? He was unsure, but it was at least his hope to find someone transportation at some point. Certainly he didn’t like the idea of walking all the way down south to Cyrodiil. Still, a few more hours rest and he would set off again. He had no real problem with travelling by night, he could see well enough in the dark, even without the aid of spells.

Perhaps some would be put off by the dangers that come with travelling by night, but Joryn never really considered the many beasts or people who could end his life. He saw it as those that spend all their time thinking of what can kill them, always get finished off by what they didn’t think would. Bandits certainly weren’t a problem, unless they caught him unawares. Normally he just would not allow anything to see him if he didn’t want them to.

Perhaps it would have been easier to find passage while he was at Blacklight, but this time alone did him good, as always. The temperature was beginning to get lower as the day became later, be as usual his magic would aid him in most obstacles. He was certainly thankful for the time of year, for this close to Skyrim a few months earlier would have been much more difficult. As he continued to ponder and grow drowsy he calmly drifted off to sleep.

Joryn awoke softly to an open night sky. The air was much colder now, and judging by the sky he had been asleep for a few hours. Now was the time to continue south, but with knowing that Cyrodiil was not so far away was an encouraging and discouraging thought at the same time. His thoughts had not changed however, and he was ever uncomfortable with the idea of travelling to the province of the humans who seemed to love their own image and empire more than any other race.

Suddenly Joryn stopped in his tracks, his ears twitching slightly. The main road was nearby; there were sounds of what could only be a merchant caravan in the distance. Joryn quickened his pace and within a minute or so he could make out torchlight in the distance. He certainly wasn’t about to shout or make any light of his own, so despite it being a stupid idea, he decided to make his way to the caravan through the dark.

As he approached the caravan he could make out two guards either side of the front of the caravan. As they were close to the torch light, and Joryn was nearly in their sight now he could make they were most likely all Dunmer, and were now looking in his direction with strained eyes. The caravan came to a sudden stop and the few guards there were stood alongside the left where Joryn was approaching.

“Who goes there? Speak, but mind your words, they shall determine if we let you live or not!”
“My apologies, I am simply a travelling mage, and I was wondering if I could beg your assistance?” Joryn calmly replied, with a warm smile on his face.
“Come into our torchlight, but be warned, we are ready for any treachery!”
Joryn slowly stepped forward, arms outstretched either side of him.

A middle aged Dunmer woman in chain mail and armed with a scimitar stepped forward. She scrutinized Joryn with a frown.
“Hmph, well you certainly aren’t dressed or armed, even as a bandit wizard.”
That was at least a small relief. But this wasn’t finished just yet.
“We certainly don’t take on travellers mid journey, and especially not at this hour. If you are simply a traveller, I suggest you slowly move off, lest we use force for fear of treachery”.

“No faith in my good intentions? Very well, perhaps it would be wise to seek out transportation at a more reasonable hour, I apologize.” Joryn certainly wasn’t in the mood for waiting around till morning, then also having to look for a ride. No he still had a few tricks that would help. He very slowly pushed his arms out in front, palms facing towards the female guard captain, and carefully cast a charm spell. The guards probably only saw this as an odd apologetic gesture, but if they had their eyes on the captain as Joryn performed this action, they might have suspected some spell craft.

“I apologize for startling you and your men at this hour; I shall be on my way now.”
The features of the captain softened, and she looked as though she was about to say something.
“Wait! Perhaps, with adequate compensation we can accommodate you, provided you are under guard and behave.” The guards looked at each other with confused looks on their faces.
“Ah, that is most kind of you, I am eternally grateful” Joryn added, with that familiar half smile on his face.

Joryn was taken towards the back of the caravan by one of the guards, and he began to make himself as comfortable as he could.
“I take it you are headed for the Cyrodiil border, yes?” the guard asked.
“Indeed, and I thank you again for your aid”.
The guard was uninterested in his thanks and took up his place as the caravan started off again. Joryn slowly drifted back to sleep as the caravan slowly made its way towards the border.