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]

I have no idea where he is in Oblivion. Besides, this story takes place after Morrowind but before Oblivion. Who knows what Caius did in the meantime.
Anyway, a short update.



The emperor was clearly not used to being spoken to like that. Most people would almost crawl over the ground in humbleness. It took him a few moments to get over the surprise and shock.
,,And who might you be that you dare to enter in such a fashion?” He said in a tone that managed to be insulting while still sounding polite.
,,Hey, I’ve saved the whole world for you! I’ve faced zombies, Daedra, half-demented gods and the weather. Show some gratitude, will ya! Heck, you probably never even saw an ash storm in your life!” As expected, Luper fell for it and was now getting really angry.

,,Unlike you, I however learned some manners.”
The only one in the room who was smiling, was Caius. He never thought he would ever get to see the Emperor arguing with someone like a spoiled child. He had to hand it down to Luper, the Redguard always managed to annoy people.
,,With your permission, my emperor. We would like to take our leave.” A short nod was all Caius got and he managed to drag Luper out, who was still busy throwing insults at the Emperor’s head.

,,Now what was that good for?!” he yelled when they were finally outside.
,,First you drag me out of my cell, then you blow up half the palace and finally you start a contest with the emperor about who knows the best insults! Granted, you would win that contest easily but still, what did you think you were doing?!”
Luper finally seemed to calm down a bit upon hearing Caius’ tirade.
,,I was just thinking you wanted to get out of there. I hated my time in prison. Look, I’ll make it up to you by telling you how to get your family and yourself to Vvardenfell. I’m sure that Ajira will give you a place to stay.”

A couple of drinks later everyone had calmed down to the point where conversations were possible without exploding into shouting, insults and cursing all the time.
,,Right, now I don’t think that you all just joined up for fun. So what are you planning this time, Luper? Are you trying to revive your smuggling days?” Caius joked over a glass of Nordic ale. He’d learned that the stuff was a good antidote against Skooma, though it did have its own side-effects.
,,Thanks for the idea, but no. Rather, we’re trying to save the father of the lovely girl sitting right next to you. Be careful, her bite is much worse than her bark. And while we were all busy getting ready, an old guy decided to run ahead and we haven’t heard of him yet so he’s been added to our list.” Luper said and threw back his current mug of ale. He then immediately ordered another one. A rapidly growing collection of empty mugs stood before him.

Jalin rolled his eyes. He’d tried to warn them not to go near the tavern. But when did anyone listen to him? At least the owner of the tavern was getting rich. Luckily Luper had an impressive resistance to alcohol.
,,Seeing as how you’re this drunkards old friend, I guess I better tell you what we’re after before he says it himself. We’re going to hunt a bunch of vampires in Skyrim. Where in Skyrim, I have no idea.” He said, ignoring the sharp look he received from the ‘drunkard’.
Caius frowned and scratched his face. He’d got rid of the beard, but it was now constantly itching.
,,Skyrim? I remember once hearing rumours there of vampires. It was in Snowhawk. There was talk about vampires who lived in a mountain of pure Silver who came into the city from time to time to feed. Of course, they were only rumours and it must’ve been thirty years ago. Besides, who has ever heard of a Silver mountain?” He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
,,If it doesn’t exist, it is very persistent in my dreams.”

Caius looked at the girl who was sitting next to him. He didn’t know why she was travelling with those two men. The Altmer looked like a hunter and Luper….Well, if he could play with the Emperor’s elite guards and win, then he was very tough. But the girl? Sure she walked around with a big Broadsword on her back, but Caius noticed in the way she moved and act that she wasn’t very experienced with it. So why would she be travelling with them if she couldn’t look after herself in a fight?
,,I’ve studied Ashlander beliefs for a while. They believe that if you repeatedly have the same dream, then it is important. I suppose that the mountain then has a certain meaning and maybe even exists. If you find the mountain, then you’ll find the meaning of the dream.” He finally said before putting his ale away. He couldn’t afford being drunk now, he needed to think.