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]

Hmm, I totally forgot about the Battlemage tradition. Does he have one after what happened with Yagar Tharn?

And about Luper yelling at him. Well, I won't say that the emperor is a saint, but he's been through a lot and the Redguard could at least have been somewhat respectful. But this is Luper, and he hates the word respectful.
Update time.



Next day, they met in the woods close to the city. All of them felt refreshed from last night’s sleep, though Luper was constantly complaining about a hangover.
,,Right, so you will proceed to Snowhawk in Skyrim and ask for further directions. Seriously, I’d love to come along if I wasn’t so old. Besides, I have to get my family out of the province before the Blades catch on to my escape. I doubt it would take long, considering the redecoration of the palace by a certain Redguard with a hangover who I won’t call by name.” Caius spoke from the back of his horse and laughed at the accusing glare he received from the ‘Redguard with a hangover’. He then turned his horse around and ran off.

,,With that out of the way, we can get going. At least our visit to Cyrodiil hasn’t been a complete waste of time.” Jalin muttered before bringing two fingers to his mouth and whistling. Within a few moments, the three Unicorns arrived. They all mounted with the exception of Luper, who backed away.
,,Hold on, I am not going to ride one of these mules! I sail boats and I fly, but I don’t ever ride a horse. Especially if that horse has got a freaking big horn!”
The two Elves looked at each other and burst out in laughter.

,,I can’t believe it! You’re afraid of a horse?” Jana giggled and nearly fell off her Unicorn. But it was true what she said. Luper could face an attacking army of Daedra without blinking, but he never dared to get close to a horse, or an Unicorn.
,,Alright, so I’m scared. Do you have a problem with that? For your information, my mother never said anything about not hitting girls, so that won’t protect you.” Luper responded and kicked at a nearby tree, causing a big dent in its trunk.
,,Still, it would be the best if you put your fears aside and rode the Unicorn. Just hold on tight and let it choose its own path.” Jalin said once he’d regained his breath.

After a few more minutes about arguing and complaining, Luper finally gave up and climbed, rather clumsily, on his Unicorn. He didn’t say a single word during the entire ride and looked rather pale, but he miraculously never fell off either. The second day he still grumbled a bit, but he got on the Unicorn when told to. The third day, he was gone again, together with his Unicorn.

The lush forests of Cyrodiil made place for the snowy waste of Skyrim. And with the snow came a severe drop in temperature. A drop in temperature that wasn’t too pleasant, since they were used to warmer regions. There was a reason for why most of the people here were Nords. They were the only ones who could handle the cold easily. Snowhawk itself looked like a reasonable city with a big castle in the middle. They might have some heaters here.

Once again, the Unicorns were left outside the city and they entered on foot.
,,Now where do we start looking?” Jana muttered to herself.
,,We’ll just go to the nearest tavern and ask around.” Jalin responded in a tired tone. Before either of them could say anything, a Nord guard on a horse rode up to them.
,,Lady Mirhtri and Master Jalin? Come along.” He commanded with a voice that would allow any objections.
,,Oh, what did we do wrong this time?” Jana said, heavily frustrated.
Jalin shrugged and walked after the guard.

Skyrim

Athus was dropped to the ground in a rather rude way. If he hadn’t been paralyzed, he would have broken his fall with his hands but since he was, he fell flat on his face instead.
,,Get that paralyzation off him. He’s no threat to me and I want to talk.” An evil sounding voice said.
Athus felt a tingling sensation run through his muscles and noticed he could move again. He looked up and saw the owner of the voice.

,,Well, so you are Athus. Well met. I am Gerinj, though you will call me master.” The vampire said and laughed evilly. Athus slowly walked forward till his face was nearly touching that of the vampire.
,,I won’t bow before you, filthy bloodsucking Corprus-ridden zombie.” He whispered. He rarely cursed, but this seemed to be the perfect situation for it. Luckily he’d learned a few words from his daughter.

Gerinj frowned in thought and his eyes blazed with anger once he realized that the man had been cursing. He moved faster than the eye could see and suddenly held a ghostly blade in front of the man’s face.
,,Don’t you dare to speak to me like that, weakling! You are pathetic, like all mortals! You stand here, hoping for your friends to save you while they won’t! Do you want to know why? Because your most powerful friend came here and I killed him. And this is his sword!” He screamed.

Athus was dumbfounded. Friend? He stared at the blade and his eyes widened in shock. He’d seen such a weapon only once before, at the time of its creation. With recognition, his fear ebbed away. If he was to die, then so be it.
,,You’re lying.” He calmly responded.