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 here's another update everyone, this is the second last chapter for part 1 of Revan's story.

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Revan part 1/chapter 7 (cont.)

in Revan's quarters........

Xarkum bade Revan farewell and thanked him for his trust and aid in their research. Revan watched him leave and felt an odd sence of regret, he knew that he had worn out his welcome. Regardless of his friendship with Xarkum, he needed to escape by tomarrow night, and he worse he didn't have a plan on how.

He layed inside of the indent of the wall that served as a 'bed', and for a long time he lay there sifting through the details of his ordeal. Suddenly Revan felt an unfamiliar presence before another 'flame atronach' thing appeared in the doorway, but this one was a male-like specimen and its flame was gold like the High Narryian armor (the armor was also different, more bulky).

"Lord Xaries, my master, wishes to hold confrence with you," It (well he) murmered in a deep voice, gestured to follow. Revan didn't see any reason to not listen to it, and strode after him. It lead Revan to the confrence room, and Xarkum, his uncle, (to Revan's displeasure) Norik, and several other High Naryyn (mostly warriors) were in attendence.

Revan approached Xaries, Norik, and Xarkum who were in the podium in the center of the chamber; both turned and spotted him. "Good that you've arrived, we've been discussing your situation and," Xaries indicated Norik beside him," it has been decided that an 'honor duel' will take place to help resolve the dispute." Revan noticed distractedly that Norik was giving him a look of digust looking of disgust, and that Xarkum was again accomplishing the difficult task of causing paleness appear on his golden complexion. Revan didn't need to ask what an 'honor duel' emplied, he had a good guess. Lord Xaries seemed to mirror his lack of enthusiasm, while Xaries' brother appeared to be looking forward to the duel,"You will fight Norik's honor guards." Then Norik yelled what Revan wished he wasn't to say,"and it will be a fight to the death!"

The crowd appeared to have conflicting views on the verdict, but they all shuddered as the to shiny-gold guardians entered the large arena-like chamber. The guards themselves didn't display any anticipation or reluctance as they chittered to each other in some odd tongue, the 'arena' chamber was cavernous but it was well lit. As Revan stode into the stadium he saw the three beings in the 'leader' box of the stands, Xaries was the liegelord of the High Naryyian warriors, Norik was the representative of the council, and Xarkum was the lead scholar.

A person rose from the crowd an spoke as the announcer, but his voice was not audible to the three armored combatants, particularly to the Dark Naryyn that the entire crowd believed was doomed, condemmed to death for past crimes that he nor his ancestors truly commited.

Revan was tense as he watched the twin honor guards approach in a most coordinated fashion, one on the left, one on the right, bothe spreading out killer staffs at the ready. As they closed in he felt the warm caress of the spirit banish his self doubt,"The artifacts you found on the pedestle were made for such adverseries, use their great power to fight back!" the spirit counseled him. He slowly reached for the two hilts and his power (not magic, not this time) flowed from his hands to the duel wooden hilts. Revan heard the miracle before he opened his eyes and saw it himself; the hilts had projected his energy and shaped it as the blade edges of two wakisashis.

The crowd gasped and the two armor-clad enforcers halted and hissed at the appearence of these glowing energy swords. Revan was also surprised not by the blades themselves but his new hieghtened perception of the immediate area around him. He felt the agitation of the honor guards, and the outrage of their master; he felt the surprise of Xarkum and the other non-veteren warriors, but he felt the surprise and recognition of Lord Xaries, the veterens among the solders, and the honor guards. The blades were still as light as the had been originally; they were so light that the concern of balance didn't even apply. Revan and the honor guards knew that the fight had turned from being hopeless to just being difficult.