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 Jack you asked for it and you got it

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Revan came closer to the body, the chest area had been blown apart, the armor had lost it's glorious gold coloring. He took the helmet off the solder, to reveal an Altmer-like face, but the solder's ears(like Revan's) were that of humans.

Revan left the corpse there to let it rot, and walked toward a an odd presence, and found a giant tree (it wasn't just tall it was twenty-feet wide). As he circled around it he found a large piece of bark looked like it could be pushed back. Suddenly Revan heard voices approaching and scaled up the tree to the nearest branch,as he looked down he saw two more solders approach the piece of bark and enter the tree. He jumped down and entered the new gap in the tree.

The tree was devoid of illumination, but Revan was unhindered because he could see in the dark without a potion or a spell. As he countinued, Revan bent the light around him to make him invisible, he saw the solders go about their duties oblivious to the mirage-like shape in their midst.

five minutes and two levels later.......

Revan soon saw runes written on the walls and stopped to read some......... and after we were exiled we traved from planet to planet for millenia and eventually settled here. For a sort time we prospered, but 500 years after we landed we were at war with one another, many factions were patronized by a group of creatures called Deadra... Revan stopped to feel the irony of it all. that was why the deadra spared me He thought.

As he moved on he came to a small room with no floor, only a platform with a pedestle. Revan walked up to it and saw an object suspended in the shaft of light that that bathed the pedestle. The object were what looked like two small double-edged hilts carved from the tree above. He reached into the light and took the hilts, and they attached to his backpack that was made of the same alloy as his armor. As Revan turned he saw a large man-sized crystal that looked similar to the welkyd stones of the Aylieds. Revan inspected the crystal and as his hand touched it, the jem chanced from dim cerulean to bright red, and the whole room was illuminated by the runes on the walls.

And then he heard the armored boots behind him, and turned to see Lord Xaries in the doorway.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Jul 17 2006, 09:30 PM