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.....

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[Lord Revan]

Trouble???....... well yes, but not the way you think.....

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Revan part 1/ chapter 6: Revelation

Xaries looked at the crystal, the glowing runes, and finally Revan. A grin appeared on his face,"I must thank you for activating the crystal, our scholars have had a difficult time with that relic." Revan realized, that the High Naryyn must have been studying this ruin.
"We could have use for you...", His voice trailed off.
"And what would that be?"
"You could help our archeologists search this shrine, and get reprieve in return."
Revan wieghed his options, he could fight with a small chance of sucess, or help these beings and escape later..... "Not all High Naryyn believe your kind are heretics, trust him." The disembodied voice of the spirit advised.
Revan decided he could trust the spirit....... and the spirit trusted Lord Xaries.

"Alright Xaries you have a deal," he said. Xaries appeared pleased with this and had Revan escorted to a cell area.

some time later.....

The door opened and a young High Naryyn in robes entered,"My name is Xarkum, I'm the head scholar in this shrine." "I'm Revan." Xarkum nodded,"Lord Xaries has told me that you wish to help us unlock the secrets of this shrine." "He's treated me differently then the rest of my kind," Revan muttered. "Sevro-brother- Revan, not all of us hate your race, Lord Xaries is often(and unjustly) critisized for his leniancy toward your people. He and I have lost much because we lack the severity that the council encourages, the only reason he has progressed so far is because of his skill, and popularity among his subordinates. Many of our troops are a part of the executionary force because they have families to support." Revan realized that he could understand, even sympathize, for their moral conflict.

They both walked down the corridor side-by-side, for they had began to form a brotherly bond, both took turns talking about their early lives growing up (this was the first time for Revan to share his past with another being). Soon they entered a huge chamber and Revan began to translate the runes for Xarkum and his fellow scholars.

After several hours............

Revan and Xarkum were heading to the meeting area before parting ways. From the chamber someone was screaming at the top of their lungs,"You allowed the vermin to WHAT!!!" They both stopped at the entryway to listen,"Calm yourself holy one, the council authorized that the scholars any means to acomplish their studies of th-." "The council made it absolutly CLEAR THAT STUDYING THE INFEDEL'S RELICS WAS A SECONDARY OBJECTIVE!!!" Revan caught a glimpse of the 'holy one' as Xarkum realized who the being was,"That is Norik, a 'Qesna Troc Jy Narqay'-Holy Hand of the Council their importance and authority is only surpassed by the councilers themselves. "Lord Xaries, you were [i]ordered to EXTERMINATE any infidels on sight, not take them alive for the sake of a few note-scribling scholars, I could have you executed for TREASON!!!" "I'll have your head for this HERECY!!!" As the holy one stormed out into the hallway, the holy one and Revan's eyes met through his helmet visor.......

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Dec 11 2006, 11:39 PM