The Story of Kagan Darkdirge, My first fanfic Options

[sins_to_dark]

Kagans father Raguk was an excellent armourer, so from a young age Kagan was always amazed at how his father could turn these lumps of metal and special ore into beatiful weponary and equopment. Kagan never knew his mother but he was told by his father that two years after he was born, he came home early one day to find his wife, Kagans mother in bed with a emperial courier messenger.

But the bond that kagan shared with his father was unbreakable, as he played with other children around the their small villiage he met another a boy called Rogan, and soon Kagan and Rogan went everywhere together. They were best friends and loved mucking about in Raguk's forge, not that Raguk knew of course.

The years went by and soon Kagan had reached eighteen years of age and he himself was now helping his father create these maginificent pieces of weaponary as his fathers apprentice. Raguk saw all these years how close his son and his sons best friend Rogan was and also offered Rogan the chance to learn these great skills as his second apprentice.

Then one day the tallest nord that Kagan had ever seen approched his father so Kagan himself went over to see what this giant wanted. As soon as he approched he could that this man was clearly a giant, he towered over his father who himself stood a a good seven foot and the armour he was wearing was the most beatiful ebony armour, but it had the imperial dragon carved into it, he must be a soldier he thought to himself.
The giant confirmed his thoughts he said in a rusty voice that his name was Eric Blackheart and that he was a general in the imperial army and had heard of Raguk's reputation as a skilled armourer, Blackheart then took of his helmet.
Looking upwards kagan could see a huge scar across this giants left eye and one more across his throat, that must explain his voice he thought. Blackheart asked Raguk if he could make him an excellent sword, a one of a kind, he said that he would pay half a million drakes plus the amount it cost Raguk to buy the ore. This deal could set them up for life blackheart clearly stated, he did not shy about telling Raguk how he could lose these dingy living conditions and maybe move to a great city such as chorrol or maybe the imperial city. Raguk eventually agreed and was given the time of one month to complete this specific weapon.

Work on the weapon started immdietly Raguk went into his forge and opened thishuge chest, as it was opened Kagan and Rogan sttod in disbelif, their was a type of ore in there that they had never seen before, it was stronger then ebony Raguk said, the rarest of all ores, it was given to him by his father Kagans grandfather, it was a type of steel mixed with sliver but constanly glowed from a lighting enchantment that the ore was blessed in.
For weeks Kagan, Rogan and Raguk spent hours bending the ore onto itself forgeing the blade and its hilt, until all that was left was the finshed sword, the three blacksmiths looked on proudly all that was left was to polish the blade.
Raguk did this and then proudly handed the fisnhed sword to each of his apprentices who looked on in the weapons wonder in disbelif

As the deadline to comlete this weapon arrived so did the giant of a man, it was late in the evening and Rogan had gone home to get some rest that he was deprived off as the weapon was being forged, Raguk and Kagan stayed up taling about the plans they had for the money, it would be shared between all three of them and each had a plan. Kagan wanted to buy his own forge in the heart of the imperial city, Raguk wanted to retire in a peaceful city, Bruma was in his mine or Chorrol. Rogan just wanted to have fun he had plans to drink, eat and meet alot of females from all over the empire, couldnt say he didnt have ambition though.
As a siloutte of Blackheart arrived near the forge Raguk told him they had met the deadline, and unshethed the sword from its hardened case, Blackheart smiled in the moonlight as the blade glowed lighting up the night sky, as he started to swing the blade to get a feel for it you could hear the blade almost singing in the night air.
Blackheart shook hands with Raguk then threw a leather puch of coins at him, Raguk picked it up there wasnt even five-hundred drakes in the pouch,
Raguk ran at Blackheart cursing him for breaking his oath and demanded the amount he was due. Without a word Blackheart dismounted his horse unsheathed his blade and swung it at Raguks neck.
Time seemed to stop as his for Kagan as his fathers head left its neck and hit the ground, without thinking Kagan grabbed his fathers battleaxe and ran at the giant shouting muderer, blackheart looked up grinning, lifting his new prized sword still running with blood of the smith that created it and began advancing himself at the running orc out for vegence




To be continued


This is my first attempt at a fanfic, the story will get more exciting but this was really the background of the main charactor and basis of the events to come

also i tried posting images into my story but all that came up were links how do you get it so that the actual picture shows up on the post?

This post has been edited by sins_to_dark: Jul 9 2006, 07:32 PM

[sins_to_dark]

Kagan swung his battle axe aiming for Blackhearts chest but was easily blocked, the giant not only powerful but faster then Kagan could have possible thought, he easily blocked every blow that came from the battle axe, hits that could have easily floored any man. But this wasnt just any man. He moved like a shadow and hit like a warhammer, he was letting the unexperianced orc tire himself out.

After what seemed like hours of swing his axe Kagan finally got tired and even more sloppy and blackheart bought down his still blood stained blade on Kagans left leg. Kagan let out a roar of pain as he fell to the floor, he looked down at his wound and could see his his bone, not only had it nearly cut his leg of it had broken his leg. He put down his head expecting the fatal blow but all he got was that rusty voice, " Im not going to kill you boy, im going to let you live with the knowledge you have failed, you have let the man who murdered your father walk away form this battle without a mark upon him. Your efforts were in vain but im going to leave you with this" With that he slashed him across the chest, a reminder of his failour no doubt, then Blackheart procuded to kick Kagan in his face breaking his nose and jaw and making his vision go black as he fell into a deep slumber.

Kagan eventually opened his eyes, his faced completly bandaged up with only spaces for his eyes to wonder, his torso and leg were bandaged and his leg also had a splint. He felt pain move all around his body before his eyes found a lone figure in the corner of the room. The figure was an elderly man, who seemed to hobble over " I see you have awoken boy, dont try to talk your jaw is broken, just listen. I know the giant you seek, I know where you can find him, i also can provide the training you will need to carry out your vengence. I have my own reasons as to way im helping you but you WILL need what i can provide. Now rest you need to heal"

Days turned into weeks before another man entered the house, it was Rogan it seems he had tracked down the location of Kagan and took a seat next to him, tears rolling down his cheek as he looked at the injured shell of his friend that was more like a brother to him.

He gave Kagan the news about how he and the villiage had laid his father to rest, how he had kept the smithy closed in honour of his master after all his was also Raguks apprentice. He also told Kagan how he would keep the forge closed until he himself returned to take over his fathers business.
By now some of the bandages had been removed around his jaw and Kagan could talk, just barely, "Im not coming back at least not yet, i swear on my fathers blood i will get vengence" Rogan tried to talk him out of it but Kagans mind was set.

WIthout warning the old man charged in with a sword, Rogan jumped up like something had just bit him, "What the hell are you doing old man, you want a mess on your rug or something" The old man demanded what he was doign there and after Rogan explained the old man tried to understand but demanded that Rogan can only visit once a month, the 17th of each month as today was the 17th of Frostfall. Rogan agreed then gave his friend a hug and said i will be here every month and I will help anyway I can.

After Rogan left the old man introduced himself properly,"im Axel the White you boy, whats your name?"
" Ka...gan" The reply was slow it was sometimes till painful to speak and after a long conversation with Rogan it was near impossible.
"Well boy like i told you in a few more weeks when your wounds are completly healed ill will train you and help you get the vegence you seek"
"W...hy why will yo....u hel...p me?" was Kagans slow reply. With that question the old man looked at a now rusty piece of imperial armour and replied, " Like i said I have my own reasons"




Gotta get off PC at the moment will proof read and update ASAP hope you are enjoying the story

This post has been edited by sins_to_dark: Jul 9 2006, 07:34 PM