The cursed blood., Chapter 1: The celebration. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, this is my next fan fic. Know that I don't have the whole storyline thought out yet, so it might become a bit messy.

Also, it takes place approximately 2 years after the events of Oasis.


The cursed blood.

Chapter 1: The Celebration.

Seas around Vvardenfell.

Slowly, the ship drifted amongst the waves. The only sign of life were the torches burning on the bow and stern. Or was that all? No. At the bow one man stood, gazing at the sky. He was old, with long flowing hair as white as snow. He stood there like a statue, only moving on his heels to compensate for the boat’s movements.

A High Elf opened the door and looked over the deck. There was the man he’d been looking for. He took a quick glance at the sky and sighed. Then, he moved over to join the old man.

,,In a few nights, the moons will be full again.” He said. The Old man remained silent. Finally, after two long minutes, he spoke.
,,You know I don’t fear the servants of the moon.”
The High Elf touched an amulet hanging around his neck, lost in deep thought. The amulet was beautifully crafted and looked just like the moon.

,,I know, how could I forget? I was merely speaking to myself.”
,,Yes, so I noticed. We should reach the island before the moon is full. It has been a long time. Perhaps you should join the hunt once more.” The old man said.

,,I will think about it. We are drinking a bottle of whine below deck. If you like you may join us.” With those words, the High Elf left.

The old man however, remained behind. He didn’t go downstairs and instead waited till he saw the land appear on the horizon. The land had called him and he realized he had much to do with only little time. He smiled at the thought. It had been many years since he had last worried about not having enough time at his disposal.
,,So we’ll meet again, old friend.” He muttered and finally joined the people below deck.

Venim Manor.
The room looked as if a tornado had passed through it. Actually, that was exactly what had happened, with the only difference that the tornado was made out of two people rather than wind. One of the two was a Redguard who wielded her sword with precision, making sure that not a single movement was wasted. Her opponent, was different. Much younger, the Dunmer girl fought with the enthusiasm and unlimited stamina of youth.

The two went back and forth as their swords clashed over and over. In the end, the Dunmer girl got the upper hand and forced the Redguard against the wall. She smiled as she prepared to land the final blow. Her sword hit the wall instead of the Redguard who had dove around the blade and was now behind the Dunmer. Instead of feeling her sword hit the Redguard, the Dunmer felt the tip of a sword on her own neck.

,,Not bad, mylady. For a moment, I really thought I had much work to do. Most mainland people aren’t very experienced.” The Redguard said and smiled.
,,Admit it, you were worried that you were going to lose for a moment.” The Dunmer replied.
,,Now don’t go too far with your pride. Your technique still needs a lot of work and it will take a while before I can truly call you a warrior.”
The Redguard took the two swords and returned them to their weaponrack, after putting the rack back in the position it stood in before it was knocked over.

There was a polite knock on the door and after a few seconds, a Dunmer entered the room.
,,Tsk, are you busy again.” The man said and shook his head.
,,I know I can’t stop you from doing this, Jana. But please, don’t go challenging people to duels in the middle of the night. You two are keeping everyone awake with all that noise.”
The man continued with a smile that took the sharpness out of his words. He then turned to the Redguard.

,,So Neminda, how is she?”
,,Not too bad, but not too good either.” The Redguard responded. She didn’t knew what to think. Maybe it was stupid for her to have gone along with the idea of the young Dunmer, but that enthusiasm was simply contagious.

Athus Mirhtri had recently arrived from the mainland and taken residence in Venim manor. He was a high-ranking member of House Redoran but also a man who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the house. The biggest problem that most people had with him was the fact that despite being in a House that demanded of its members that they knew how to fight, he’d never held a weapon in his entire life.

,,I see. Could you, teach her a few tricks perhaps? That should keep her satisfied and out of trouble. But not before the sun rises.” Athus turned around to leave.
,,By the way, your dress for the celebration just arrived. You might try it on to see if it fits. But first, go take a bad.” He said and walked out.

[jack cloudy]

Well, I know it is pretty annoying and really frustrating. (Arrgh, can't get rid of my ideas! My head is gonna blow!)

Anyway, the two Aureus's are completely unique. (Though I did once thought of seeing that movie, but I chose not to. Popcorn makes me sick. )
Here's a short update with many thanks to the computer I borrowed.



Jana walked after him. She was not the type to just sit around while the men did the dangerous jobs for her.
,,I’m not staying behind.”
Luper turned around.
,,If you can’t keep up with me, there isn’t much point in dragging you along.” He plainly said before shooting of into the sky with a trail of purple Magicka behind him.

Jana looked at the rapidly shrinking dot as the man flew of into the distance and decided that a walk through the village was definitely what she needed right now, and not just because Aureus was worrying her.
,,What a show-off.”

The village was big mess of both rubbish, destruction and the half-finished construction work. It looked as if the people would have to spend the night at Aureus’ tower for a few more nights before their huts were rebuilt. They’d probably want to stay within the tower for a while anyway, it was a much safer place if more of those vampires showed up.
Her walk slowly brought her to the edge of town were the swamp began, and to where the cemetery was located. One dark robed figure was standing near the newly digged graves, leaning on a dark staff that seemed to emit an evil red light.

,,Ah, you must be the new one. I never forget a smell, and I haven’t smelled yours yet.” The figure said when he heard her footsteps and turned around. Jana brought her hand back to reach for her sword, only to find that it was still in her room. She remembered Luper’s ring and summoned his Daedric sword instead. Having a sword inside a ring instead of a scabbard took some getting used to. The thing shook its head at the sight of the blade.
,,I would really like it if you put that thing away. Too many people have died lately, and I wouldn’t want to become the next, though technically I can’t exactly die.” It said before sitting down next to the graves.

,,You’re probably thinking that I am here to raise some undead. I can assure you that I don’t do that. In fact, I came here to pray for their souls. I am Fervus Noctis, the healer in this town. I know I don’t look quite healthy myself, but I am good at what I do.” It continued. Not looking healthy was a bit of an understatement, for he had the skeletal features of a Lich.
,,Oh yeah, then what about that zombie?” Jana said warily. All her experiences with unnatural beings had been quite unpleasant so far.

,,Him? He’s an old friend of mine. We both attempted to become Liches only in his case, he became a zombie instead. He is like a small child, and quite a nice guy if you don’t mind his cold flesh. He is the best friend of the young children here and a good friend of the older ones. I make sure his body doesn’t decompose, just as I preserve my own. That’s my specialty, looking after the health of the strange beings that live here. We’ve got one zombie here, two werewolves, one Flame Atronach that looks after the fires in the kitchen, one vampire and of course, one Lich.” The lich answered with a bony chuckle.
,,Hey, I don’t live here. So you can scratch that vampire of your list.”
,,I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about our kind host.”

Jana’s mouth fell open in surprise. Now it suddenly all made sense to her. The source of Aureus’ power, his knowledge about vampires, his reputation with vampires. Aureus himself was a vampire and judging by the things she’d seen, a very old and powerful one.
,,You might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off. Reattaching it to someone who isn’t death is a bit hard.” The Lich said and laughed with the scary sound of bone scratching on bone.

Jana finally dispelled her sword and sat down beside the Lich. If Aureus trusted the thing, then so would she.
,,So Aureus is a vampire? What else is there I don’t know about him?” She asked in the hope of finally getting some answers.
,,It’s a long story. But you don’t look like you have anything better to do, so I shall begin.”

,,Aureus Lucis is an old Imperial mage who was born before his kind was known as imperials, before the empire and the Septims. As of this moment, his birth lies 2571 years in the past. He was born under the sign of the Wanderer.”
,,There is no sign of the Wanderer.” Jana interrupted the story. She realized the answer before the Lich could speak.
,,Not anymore. What was known as the sign of the Wanderer began to change about 2000 years back and is now known as the Serpent. Aureus may very well be the last Wanderer who is still alive and the last one to be graced by the sign’s power, the ability to pass into other planes of existence, similar to how you open the door to a building. Aureus lived his life as was usual in those days and focussed all of his little spare time on the study of Magicka. Eventually he was taken under the wing of an old wizard and taught how to develop his talent to its limits. Eventually, his master died and Aureus took his place. A few years later, Aureus was infected with vampirism at the age of 69. That is how he became the first subordinate of Gerinj, the leader of the Silver Eye clan of vampires.”

The Lich paused for a while and dug up some dirt with its bony hands.
,,Now unlike popular belief, vampires are not all evil as you probably know yourself. For every vampire that becomes an evil creature of the night, there are a dozen who deal with their curse in such a way that they don’t bother people. Most of them eventually kill themselves, some live far away from man or mer where they feed on the animals, and some instead live among the people where they receive their blood from willing friends, so they can drink it from a cup and avoid infecting people. Aureus is one of them. He left the clan and wandered Nirn and beyond. A few ages back, he came to Argonia where he bought the land to built this sanctuary, using the title of Kalom that he’d received during his journeys. Kalom means ‘the wanderer who came from afar’. This place serves as a home for those who have been forced to flee their homes due to their nature, such as I did.”

The Lich stood up with a slight creaking sound.
,,Now I am the healer here. Your type of vampirism is as with all types, unique to its clan. The Silver Eye clan is one of the oldest and I know of only one cure. That cure does have one minor side-effect. It will kill you instantly, and I won’t be able to raise you as an undead afterwards. So I am afraid I can’t help you. But if blood is what you want, I have a supply which I mostly use when someone has lost too much blood to survive without a replacement. I am sure that it can also be used by a vampire.”