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]

Ok sorry all but I have been off on vaction and only got back the 22 besides i am not able to play Oblivion for a bit because it just killed my second graphics card since i got it. ill be saving for a new one but till then this is the final update for a long while. this is not fully edited but i think i got most of it done. By the way from now on I'll be putting Sorans thoughts in italics and takeing a few libertys with the combat system and conversations among other things.


Goblins. They are the only creature I've ever heard of that hangs skulls from cords in the ceiling. They can use pickaxes and they know how to make fire. Luckly they aren't too bright. I was thinking quickly and trying to remember anything else that might save my life if the goblins were still here. They are normally lead by a Shaman. They see really well in caves but aren't good at close combat. I think I remember something about them being able to set basic traps.

Looking around and gathering my wits again I remembered why I came over here to the fire. Reaching under one of the straps on my armor I retrived the gem, holding it upto the firelight I saw that it was a ruby.

Double checking all me gear I went over my spells.

Ok I have that fireball. For that I speak Obscurum Flaragis. And that Healing spell is Momento Frisko. That should be good enough. As I prepared to go though the door I glanced around one last time. Huh? Is that Stinkhorn? If I can find a Mortar and Pestle I can make some poisons with this.

Looking back I saw some more Wisp Stalks heading over there I picked the caps and moved back to the door. Carefully opening it I found another tunnel heading downward. Staying close to the left wall I headed down it. At the bottom there were some crates checking them over I found nothing of use. Moving along the tunnel I saw a break in the wall up ahead. As I reached it I heard the shuffleling footsteps of a gobin. Peering around to wall I got my first glimpse of a gobin. The thing was rather short and lanky. Its arms were very thin and I thought I could snap its back with one good hit. Sliding my bow off my back, I nocked an arrow and took aim. Letting the arrow fly I put the bow away and drew my sword and slunk closer.The arrow hit the thing in its shoulder and spun it around. It glanced about the room then look up and inhaled. It suddenly looked right at me. Startled I braced my self to attack. Pushing hard on my back foot I ran up to him and slamed the edge of the blade into its chest. I continued past dragging the blade with me. The goblin staggered and collapsed dead.

Well that was..... odd. If it had anything of use it can keep it. Its wearing only a loin cloth. Nope I'm not gonna touch it. I thought. Now lets see here what is around this area.

Looking around I saw some firelight around a wall. Moving towards it I saw a broken crate that appeared to serve as a table. On its surface I spotted a bottle, a single portion of stink horn cap and another of wisp stalk cap. But what cought my eye was the Motar and Pestle in the middle of the makeshift table.

Now looky there! I thought as I picked up the Mortar and Pestle, Now THIS I can use. It looks to be in astoundingly good condition. Hmm lets see. How do I do this again? Thinking carefully I placed the stink horn and wisp stalk caps in it and began to mix them. After finishing my potion makeing I looked around for something to use as a liquid to make a paste out of it. Wait if I leave it as a powder untill I'm ready to use it it SHOULD last longer.

Looking towards were the goblin was faceing when my arrow hit it I saw a rat roasting over the fire and the end of a crate hidden partly in the shadows of a small alcove. Deciding that the food can cook some more I slunk over to the crate. Looking carefully at it I saw it was locked. Running my fingertips around the edge of the lock I got a supprise.

Huh? Whats this bump here for? I wonder.... Thinking that I might be on to something I sliped a lockpick free of the pouch I was keeping them in. Upon slidding it into the lock I felt only one tumbler.

Ah HA! So maybe if its one bump on the outside its one tumbler on the inside. But the only way for me to test that is to find a lock with two or three bumps and a corrisponding number of tumblers. I thought.

Carefully sliding the tumbler up I locked it there and opened the chest. Lighting my torch I peered inside and found a few lockpicks, yet more gold, torches, and a pack. I grabed the pack, gold, and lockpicks. Putting the gold and lockpicks away I carefully inspected the pack.

Well this will be useful. I thought. The pack was black as night in color and very light. The straps looked like they could take any amount of wieght and the rest looked the same way. Flipping it over I found another strap like the first. Realizeing that this straps over my armor and under my arrows I pulled my quiver off my back and unlooped everything I had picked up so far. Being very careful I put the potions in one spot and then everything else were I could find it quickly.

Huh? What are these loops on the bottome edge for? I thought placeing a potion bottle in one of then I tightened the loop around the bottle neck. Pulling my hand back but remaining ready to grab the bottle again if it fell. I found that it was in easy reach if I had to grab it quickly. Pulling iy loose I double checked it then put it back in the pack. Fishing around in the crate again I found a tiny vial that was totaly empty.

I could put my poison in this for safe keeping. Heh safe keeping a poison thats pretty ironic. Chuckleing quitely to my self, I proceded to ever so carefully scrape the powered poison into the vial. Slipping the newly filled vial into the first loop I tightened it down around it neck. Turning back to the fire I used my blade to carve some meat off the rat. Sitting down on a stool I began to eat.

I feel like I've been down here for ages but it couldn't be more than a day. After all I've been though so far I would bet that no-one could be more determined than me to live a VERY long time. I know I'm not as strong as I could be so when I finally get OUT I'm gonna stay far away from everything. Thinking back I remember and vauge map of Cyrodill. The Imperial Prison is north of the Imperial City, Capitol of the Empire and of Cyrodill itself. If I could get a compass I would be able to tell which way I'im going. Now I better start moveing again. If stay here to long I run the risk of getting caught by these goblins. Getting off of the stool I faded into the shadows of the room. Heading away from the fire I saw a faint glow from a small tunnel that I hadn't noticed before.

Well that might have been fatal. If it had been something more inteligent than goblins I might have been overwhelmed. I thought scoldingly. Entering with extreme care I saw what I feared the goblins might have been able of.....

This post has been edited by tymestrike: Jun 8 2006, 06:29 PM