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]

Newlands lodge in Cheydinhal.

Joryn slowly opened one eye, having trouble remembering where he was exactly. The unfamiliarity of his surrounding only lasted for a moment. He now remembered clearly the night before, and turned to look at the other side of the bed. There was only a note. Joryn chuckled to himself, as the last thing he thought about before drifting off the night before, was waking up to this. He picked up the note and had a look over it.

Dear Joryn

I want to thank you for your assistance in helping us reach Cheydinhal, among other things. Unfortunately, I cannot thank you in person as we were to depart early this morning. There is other business in Cyrodiil that draws us. I’m sure you understand. If you are concerned about your debt to us, worry not. As you no doubt guessed your aid to us on the way more than paid for your passage with us. I shall keep my eyes open should we run into each other in our travels. With love from your friend and a little something more than that.

Volenu.

Joryn rolled his eyes and tossed the note setting it alight with a small spell, he watched it burn out before it got to the floor. Not that he was particularly upset by the note; he just knew that citizens of Tamriel had a habit of leaving personal notes where they didn’t belong. After bathing, which he could handle surprisingly quickly with his magical talents warming the water, Joryn dressed in his usual robes and made his way downstairs. He was going to approach the owner Dervera Romalen and ask about paying, but as soon as he opened his mouth she beat him to it.

“Your friends took care of any of the bills.” She suddenly started to smile and then added “Must have been quite a night you two had.” Joryn wasn’t quite sure what to say after that. The best he could do was head for the door and give Dervera a sly wink on the way out. After stepping through the door, the first thing Joryn noticed was that it was raining. He closed his eyes and let the cool raindrops splash off his face. A town guard nearby shook his head, the rain adding to the guard’s no doubt usual sour mood.

He had a quick look around the streets but caught his own reflection in the Newlands lodge window. It suddenly occurred to him how little he looked at himself in the mirror, or in any way at all. Joryn look at his shiny long black hair hanging down the back of his neck, and his deep red eyes. Much deeper than the norm for Dunmer, almost as if they were just pure red orbs. He then slowly ran his hand down his cheek, feeling the stubble that he grown over the past few days.

Someone passing him on the street brought him back to reality. He should already have been underway by, searching for anyone who might posses any information on Ayleid artefacts in the region. Joryn then spotted Mach Na’s books across the street. If they were anything akin to Morrowind’s bookstores, they would prove to best most helpful

He stepped inside, dripping slightly from day dreaming in the heavy rain. An Argonian female, who Joryn surmised was this Mach Na the owner, gave him odd look. He thought it was almost as if she had decided she wasn’t going to like Joryn, just by looking. He slowly made his was across the room trying to look pleasant.
“Whaddya want? I got things to do Dunmer.” Quite the miserable cur, Joryn thought.
“Certainly the merchants welcome I would expect from the land of con men.” Joryn said this politely, even though it did not suit the words, something that appeared to get on most peoples nerves.

“I don’t run this shop to trade jabs with strangers, tell me if there is something you want and let’s get it over with.” Joryn certainly didn’t have a problem with that.
“I here looking for information on Ay-.” He was cut short before he could finish off.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been through all this before. You want books on Ayleid’s, I got them, Ill go get them and sell them, everybody is happy.” As she left the room Joryn only sighed and shook his head. It seemed he was now paying for the fun he had with Volenu last night.

The Argonian came back with about three books, pretty think ones too. He prepared himself for the next part, which he was sure he wasn’t going to like.
“That’s 195 septims.” Joryn winced slightly as the Argonian muttered the price. He wasnt about to try for a lower price however. You could squeeze blood out of a stone easier than strike a bargain with an Imperial. At least that’s what Joryn was brought up to believe, and he certainly didn’t doubt it so far. Leaving his thanks and his coin he headed for the door, and none too soon Joryn thought to himself.

This post has been edited by Joryn: May 26 2006, 04:57 PM