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]

Another update here. I was thinking the other day that my story clearly does not flow as well, or is nearly as descriptive as the other fan fictions on here. Still I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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On the road to Cheydinhal.

The remaining hours entering Cryodiil passed quickly enough. Joryn had put it down to the now talkative Volenu, who no longer treated him like a child or some stranger along for the ride (although he was to start with). The once wounded guard was also doing well. Although he had started out the trip on the back of the caravan, Fervon eventually found his strength again and took up his place in line. He also shared the odd word with Nelodas, and while he was a quiet sort, Joryn had respect for his talent as an archer.

It struck him as odd that once he reached Cheydinal he would split off from this group and might never encounter them again. It occurred to him what an annoyance that was. He was never popular with most folks; with only a few people he could call his friends. Yet here, in the short time he spent with this group he could not bring himself to call them anything other than his friends. Obviously Volenu meant a little more to him than the rest, being the only female of the group after all. This caused Joryn to chuckle to himself, attracting Volenu’s attention.

“Whats funny?” she asked, with that smile Joryn was only just getting to grips with.
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking what a shame it will be when we finally part ways.”
She raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing there was a little more to it than that.
“Are you certain?” She added quietly “I saw you staring again, it seems you might have a problem keeping your eyes off me?”
“Ah, I see your game now. Despite your skill and devotion to the job in hand, you still enjoy playing with my feelings towards women I see. Well it seems my best efforts are not enough to stop my heart from being your plaything.”

Apparently, Joryn’s pouting was once again amusing Volenu, and she unconsciously was twirling a slender finger through her long white hair. Joryn never quite understood how even women who made battle their profession, could still show that womanly charm when they wanted to. His thoughts on the matter were interrupted however; as the seemingly keen eared Nelodas had heard their flirting from the back of the line. “Perhaps you two could save that business for when we finally reach Cheydinhal and you have rented a room!”

This brought some snickers from the rest of the guard, and Joryn looked away slightly embarrassed, but still smiling. “That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea” Volenu whispered, perhaps to herself, never the less Joryn heard it. She then smiled from ear to ear as she saw him turn slightly red. It appeared despite his occasional smart alec attitude, there was still a little of that shy Dunmer orphan in him. Joryn was certainly surprised at how little hassle the guards gave him for his apparent “friendship” with Volenu. They certainly had a brother-sister thing going on with her, and Joryn was surprised how little her now girlish attitude resembled the leading figure she was but half a day ago.

It was getting into night time when they finally reached the gates of Cheydinhal, and it appeared Newlands lodge was where they were next headed. It appeared they had already decided that Joryn was to accompany them to celebrate, and to lift their cups to their friend who was no longer with them. While Joryn was planning on getting to work on the amulet right away, the caravan was to wait until morning, so he decided his business should also.

After making themselves comfortable and ordering a few rounds, they proposed a toast to their friend Galrys. The respectful silence only lasted a few moments, as they believed they should enjoy themselves in memory of their friend. Joryn was not interested in intoxicating himself however. He thought that if he was going to share such pleasurable company as Volenu, he would at least want to remember it the morning after.

As the other tavern patrons drank themselves into a stupor, Joryn and Volenu quietly entertained themselves in the corner. After a few hours, when they decided they had done talking, and everyone else decided they could drink no more, they made their way to bed. Joryn rarely studied people’s features much; only on occasions such as this did it truly matter to him. He found himself drawn to Volenu’s long white hair once again, hanging down past her shoulders.

As he fell in behind her as they made their way up the stairs, he found his gaze dropping. Her hair was nice enough, but he had found something much more enjoyable to look at, with her trim figure. When they finally made it to the door, she turned and looked as if to assure him to follow. With a grin on his face, he paused a moment too look down each end of the corridor. Slowly Joryn followed her in and closed the door quietly behind him.

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I apologize if this was not as risque as you deserve. I was worried that if I wrote something a little too smutty I would get nailed for it. Anyway, I hoped you liked it.

Edit: I also would like to apologize if Volenu seemed a little Drow like. My only excuse for this is because I think Drow rule.

This post has been edited by Joryn: May 25 2006, 12:19 PM