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]

Ok guys heres a little explanation for you,

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... they all halted in a clearing in front of a bulky, golden armor....."Heretics know that I, Lord Xaries Commander of the Excecutionary Force of this world, will end your miserable lifes,"The Gold One boomed. three other beings-solders?- flanked their commander. They weiding weopons in their hands that Revan had never seen. The solders raised their weopons and the one of the Revan-like beings was torn apart by what looked like flashes of light to Revan. The other two leapt over the solders and blasted them with a series of telekentic waves, knocking the weapons out of their armored guantlets..... The battle froze and Revan saw a creature that looks like a flame atronach, but the flame was more of an aura and it was a luminesent ash-gray and there was nothing wearing the armor so it was suspended inside the flame, like it was posessed. It's mask helm served as a face and two white bars of light served as it's eyes. It walked past the frozen combatents toward him, and spoke in a womans voice,"You're no doubt confused about the beings you see in your armor and the beings that attack them,"It-she- said. Revan only nodded, mistified by the creature.

Revan could read her body-language and her 'eyes' also expressed her emotions of sadness,"These beings in armor like yours are the Dark Naryyn and your ansestors," The.... Spirit told him.

"They, and you, are not of this world, your kind came here, before the native civillized races appeared,to escape your brethren the High Naryyn," The Spirit gestured toward the gold figures and to a deep breath.

"The Naryyn were once united as one peaple, until a minority began to believe in another way of interpreting the energy that runs through all of your kinsmen's viens."

"But this was ideology was met with uproar and branded heresy, and so your race was engulfed in civil war and from that war........," She paused," emerged two races from one, The original practictioners called the 'High' Naryyn, and the heretic 'Dark' Naryyn.

"The High Naryyn cast their former brothers, down and exiled them, but as you can see some of your brothers have been hunted down."

Revan was overwelmed by this revelation, but he had to ask something of this spirit. "How come I look like the Dunmer if I am what you say?"

The Spirit answered,"When the war ended the the two sides were changed by the use of they're power in war, and your ansestores became dark-skined, and red-eyed."

"The Dunmer were cursed by their goddess Azura in the second era and now they look like you," She explained.

"If you look at the warrior you killed you'll see they were changed too and now we must part ways, but we will meet again young one."

and as she finished speaking a haze slowly blocked out the vision.....

Slowly Revan could see the forest of Valenwood again with his own eyes. He got up and tested his leg to find it had been healed magically. Probably the spirit mended it. he thought. And then he saw the body......

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Jul 12 2006, 11:50 PM