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]

And another one. A cheap ending, but I've been hinting at it throughout the story. Enjoy. Oh yeah, this isn't the last update by the way. I still need to do an epilogue.


The tip of his fingers touched the handle when the sword began to move and suddenly flew across the floor. The vampire followed the sword with his eyes till his gaze settled on an old man who was leaning against the wall. Aureus looked like a corpse, with the gaping hole in his chest still there and with his armour still trying to avoid the decaying flesh. Gerinj shook his head.
,,Aureus, so nice of you to join us. Like your friends, you don’t know when to give up. Didn’t you try this before? Your sword can’t hurt me!” He shouted. The calm expression of the Imperial was making him nervous. Despite the pain he was suffering, Aureus managed to smile.
,,Through the ages, the Silver Eye clan was cursed with a single, never ending dream. The dream of the mountain. My sword cannot hurt you, but there is a force that even you fear, a force you haven’t seen for so long that you no longer remember it. I am about to bring the dream to its conclusion. You have miscalculated my target.” He whispered and plunged the ghostly blade into the wall with all the strength he had left.

The mountain began to tremble and glow when the sword touched it. The Living steel of the mountain sensed the bare soul in Aureus’ sword and was drawn towards it. But together with the force that made the mountain collapse in an attempt to merge with the sword, there was a second force that tried to make the mountain expand. When these two forces collided, the mountain began to shake, and large waves of Living Steel washed across its surface. Then, the mountain exploded in a glowing shower that swept everyone off their feet like a massive storm. The shower extended upwards in all directions, smashing a hole in the clouds before beginning to shrink till only a small silvery puddle remained on the ground where Aureus had been standing.

With the clouds gone, the sun’s light could reach the ground. As soon as the light of the sun touched the old vampire, his skin began to burn. Gerinj hadn’t drunk blood in a long time in an attempt to increase his powers as a vampire. But with his powers came a price, he had lost his ability to survive the sun. His skin began to burn and boil faster than even he could heal. He burst into flame and with a last scream from his lungs, he turned into a small pile of ash that was swept away by the wind.

Chapter 5: A new day under the sun.

When he awoke, he had an awful headache, a couple of broken bones and his neck felt like it had snapped.
,,Brilliant, I thought I was on vacation. Then why do I feel like a Dremora has stepped on me?” He mumbled to himself. He then remembered where he was and tried to open his eyes. His vision was blurred but he still managed to recognize the figure that loomed over him.
,,Oh, hi girl. Say, what time do we have breakfast?” He muttered and tried to make a smile.

,,Geez, don’t try to be the hero till the end. Now hold still.” Jana responded and forced the Nerevarine to drink a potion.
,,There you go. If the Lich knows his job, you should be back up in no time.”

As she’d said, Luper felt good enough to sit up a few minutes later. He noticed that he was the last one to have regained consciousness after Aureus blew up the mountain.
,,I wish Aureus was there when we beat up Dagoth Ur and his gang. Having him blow up Red Mountain would make things so much easier. Where is the old guy anyway?” he said and actually managed to produce one of his trademark grins. That grin quickly faded when he saw how everyone looked at him.
,,Death? I can’t believe it. This is just not real.” He whispered. A glimmer in the snow caught his attention and he wandered over to it. He bent down and picked up what turned out to be the blade of Chrysamere.

,,Hello, old buddy. Sorry about this, but I’ll fix you up someday. As for the old man, goodbye…friend.” Luper muttered as he got up again and returned the blade of his Claymore to its scabbard.
,,Let’s just go to an inn and get drunk in Aureus’ honour.” Surprisingly, there were no objections this time to the Nerevarine’s plan.