Revan part 1, My first fan fic. Options

[Lord Revan]

A tall brooding figure looked over the landscape, from the atop a sigil keep in Oblivion... The man reflected on how many years ago he was made the ultimate pawn of the Deadric princes.

That was 113 years ago, yet it felt like yesterday. Orphaned shortly after birth, he had grow up as an assassin of the Morag Tong, in Vardenfell, one of the best among his peers. But when the Dark Brotherhood came to Morrowind, it all went wrong. The small enclave that he was being trained at was raided.

Though he and the other Morag Tong fought and killed many of the intruders, Revan was separted from the Morag Tong by the Dark Brotherhood assassins.
Disheartened by the deaths of those he'd grown up with, he refused to go to another guild hall. For many years, Revan moved restlessly, his heart hardened until he became solitary and distrusting of others in general.

Over those long 120 years I've worked with almost every Deadric Prince. He thought to himself.

Azura, Maphala, Mehrunes Dagon, and Hurcine had used him to accomplish things beyond their devine influence. Revan had done much: plundering, medling with other lord's affairs, and such. As he stalked down the hallway several dramora were gorging themselves on roasted flesh.
Revan despised them and saw them as simple brutes in that repulsive, jagged armor of theirs. In contrast, his armor was light-wieght, smooth, and flexible. The woven underlayer of the armor was as black as the ebony, while the pauldrons, greaves, boots, gauntlets, cuirass, and helmet were a light red shade.

The hellish landscape of Mehrunes Dagon's domain greeted him as he exited the keep. While the mortal world was still protected from Oblivion, Revan could summon a small tear in the devine barrier. The journey from Oblivion by these means was as comfortable to say the least. There was no light, but it was not the sacred darkness of night.

The rift opened a few feet of the ground and Revan landed feet-first in a patch of snow. The cold didn't bother him, he couldn't feel it through his armor. I should take my time, anything to stall returning to find another job....

Despite his dislike of snow, Revan found the Jerall Mountains more appealing than Lord Dagon's realm. Casting a glance up the road, he spotted his targets' not-so-secure hideout: Bruma. So, an entire vampire clan, should be interesting.....

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 24 2007, 06:40 PM

[Lord Revan]

Well here's an update, sorry it took so long.

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Chapter 1/part 4:Greetings brother...

Three figures in similar armor were gathered in a small clearing speaking in a language none in Tamriel knew, let alone understood, when a bolt of energy struck a fallen tree setting it ablaze near them and shattered the otherwise serene atmoshere. The three beings sped off into the brush, leaping treebranch to treebranch, as several more blasts flew past them, they all halted in another clearing in front of a figure in bulky golden armor....

Revan shuddered he was marshaling his past and future on a treebranch,where had this vision come from?
It was a memory..... but it wasn't his, the three armored beings had armor like his but without its red hue..... Revan didn't even know where it came from or what it was. the people in his armor had felt more like him than other Dunmer did..... so were they his ansestors? The figure in gold felt alien to him, who was it?

Something was wrong he knew someone was watching him..... That was all the warning he got before the air around Revan exploded. He was thrown off the branch by the blast, Revan hit the ground hard on his knees and as he looked up he saw a tall being in golden armor on a nearby branch.

The gold being loosed another lance of energy, Revan threw himself out of the way as the ground was ripped open where he had been. He winced when he stood on his left leg, I must have broke it when I landed, he realized coldly. The being jumped down in front of Revan,"You fallen ones are all the same",the being jeered. Oh, just you wait, Revan thought as he launched himself at the being. Time seemed to slow down as Revan's supernatural reflexes kicked in, he grabbed a piece of the beings armor;
swung around and wrapped his arms around the being's neck and pushed forward... Revan landed on the beings back and pulled on its neck.

The Being had recovered from the shock of getting thrown to the ground, and blew Revan of with a telekentic wave. "HOW DARE YOU!!", It screamed and loosed another blast of energy. Revan couldn't dodge in time, so he took the other option(other than taking a lethal blast of energy) and reached out his hands. The space between Revan's hands and the incoming energy spear became distorted, and as the spear intered the distorted area it began to spiral into Revan's cupped hands. Revan held the sphere of energy and sent it back with his power.

The lance of energy struck the being in the chest, his armor drained of its color, and he was thrown against a tree.... as all this transpired Revan blacked out...

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 28 2007, 08:04 PM