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[Zelda_Zealot]

Before I start, try to figure out who this is about, and where I will be going with this before the end. The name of my character would be at the end but I edited it out, don't worry, I will put it in if someone gets it, and where it is going it hinted at in the title.





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I arrived in Cyrodiil late into the evening, and had to hike even longer to reach the first settlement I could find, The Imperial Bridge Inn, with little more then the shirt on my back, and the sword in my hand. Here in Cyrodiil I was nameless, in Vvardenfell however, I they called me the Nerevarine.

I have left Morrowind in an attempt to start a new, humble life, away from the worship, away from the awe, shock, and, in some cases, hatred. I could not even walk down to the local general goods store to buy breakfast without several people dropping to their knees in reverence. Therefore, I decided to leave. I would lock-up my house, say good-bye to my friends, and leave Morrowind for the first and last time.

As I said previously, it was late when I finally arrived in Cyrodiil, and even later when I collapsed onto one of the benches in front of the nearest inn. The moons were high in the sky, and even the birds had stopped chirping for the night. Doubtless, the proprietor of the establishment had already settled down for the evening, and was off exploring new lands in their dreams. Therefore, I opted to just lie down on the bench for the night, and rent a room in the morning. Besides, I doubt I had the energy to tear myself off this bench.

"Who is he?"

Why do they not know who I am?

"I do not know; he looks vaguely familiar though…"

Everyone knows me; they worship me…

"Awful nice of him to sleep out here instead of waking me to rent a room."

I know I am awful, please do not remind me.

"Maybe he was delirious and did not know this was an inn."

In where? In here?

"Oh, don't be so mean Lithy!"

No! Don't send the Liches after me! Please!

"Do you think we should wake him Lith?"

Please don't wake the Liches; they look so peaceful.

"I think we should get the guard out here first, just in case."

Where is this case? Where did you put it?

"Oh you think everyone is either insane or heartless! What about me? Have I not taken you in here when creatures attacked your cave?

How do they know about my past?

"That was different…"

Yes, let's put our differences aside.

"And how is that?"

Well we just have to ignore our differences, and talk this out.

"…I have my reason to trust you, and I prefer to keep them to myself."

I am so glad you Liches trust me; I don't know what I would do without you all.

"Well you keep them to yourself, I, however, am going to wake him."

Whom will you wake? No one is sleeping.

"No Davela! Don't!"

My eyes bolted open, and the first thing I saw was a beautiful Dunmer woman, smiling at me. Just behind her was an Altmer in a worn tan robe, standing with his arms crossed and a light glare on his face.

"Well good morning!" the Dunmer told me cheerfully.

"Is it morning already? It feels like I just lied down," I replied glumly as I sat up.

"I am afraid it is. If you would like, I could rent you a room, I just need a name and a few gold," she said, cheerful as ever.

"That's fine, I could just use some breakfast. I will get a room tonight."

"Well if you are sure. Why don't you get up and come inside, and I will get you something to eat."

Slowly I pulled my aching body off the bench, "Who is your friend?" I asked her on the way up.

"His name is Lithnilian, but we call him Lithy, less of a mouthful."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to understand why he looked to upset. Perhaps he was a distrusting fellow; maybe he did not like strangers. Nevertheless, I gave him a cheerful smile and a nod, which he did not return, and made my way over to the door following the Dunmer.

The inside of the inn was a little small, but cozy, and looked like the place you would want to snuggle up next to a roaring fire with a good book, and read away a rainy afternoon. There was bar opposite the fireplace that the Dunmer motioned me to, it was a wooden bar, but well made, and I doubt it would be falling apart anytime soon.

"So what can I get you? We have bread, soup, cheese, ham, fruit, and some rotting venison in the back, but I doubt you want that," she said without prompt.

"Just some bread and cheese thank you. What is your name? I know your friends, but yours is still a mystery," I asked her as she grabbed my food.

"Davela Hlaren, how about yours?"

I stood off my stool, gave her a short, mock bow, and told her, "Larrius Varro. At your service."


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So did anyone figure it out? You get a if you did.
I had some problems trying to create a good twist for my new chapter in Sanity (Which I went through, but want to add something new to it, like I did last time), so I decided to start on something I have been meaning to do for awhile, and was only possable with my "new" laptop.

Please let me know what you think.



This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Mar 26 2007, 06:22 PM

[Zelda_Zealot]

I hate to double post, but I guess no one could figure out who my character is, so I edited his name in there. For those of you who do not recognise his name I will tell you whom he is at the end of my post (Jack Cloudy, you might not want to read it).

In just a bit here I am going to go and try to work some more on this, and hopefully it will be up here today. Wish me luck!

EDIT: I put my latest bit down at the bottom of my post, let me know what you think.

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If you have read the first version of my first Fiction "Sanity" you should recognise the name of my character, if not...

He is the very person from said Fiction, just a few years later. If you want to know more about him check out my topics created to find the first version of the story, or you can just wait awhile for me to update the newer version.

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"It's nice to meet you Larrius," Davela told me. The plate clunked down on the wooden bar, loaded with my breakfast. Flashing a smile, I asked her how much I owed her.

"Oh nothing for now, you can pay me when you leave," she said. With a grin on my face, I ripped a chunk of bread in half.

"So why do you have an Inn all the way out here? It is a bit far from the road don't you think?"

"According to the Office of Imperial Commerce in the Imperial City, citizens cannot buy the land next to the road. Some kind of precaution against highwaymen; sounds like a load of Alit dung to me though," she replied followed up by a huff. Judging by the angry look on her face, she felt incredibly cheated by this "law" and I decided to discontinue the conversation.

"Well it looks as though you are doing well for yourself regardless," I told her cautiously, hoping to calm her down at least slightly.

"Why thank you Larrius, business is doing pretty good I suppose, but it would be booming if I could have just built the damn thing by the road." Lithnilian announced his presence in the room by slamming the door to the Inn, thus saving me from another attempt to cool down Davelas temper.

"Ah, there you are Lithy! I was beginning to wonder if you decided to move to another Inn; won't you have some food? You have yet to eat today," she asked Lithnilian with a mildly calm voice. Lithnilian looked at her for a moment, then at me, then right back to her. A grunt and a nod was all she got out of him, as he walked over to a table in the corner and sat down.

"Someone is really cheerful this morning," I said with a smirk.

"Oh ignore him, he is really distrusting of strangers. Doesn't like you being here," she said under her breath.

"You would think he would not be so distrusting of people, living in an Inn like he does."

"Well, he doesn't really live here all the time. He used to live in a cave while he did some research, but some monsters attacked, and forced him to come here."

"Ah, hey could I get another bit of cheese?"

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It was close to noon. The sun was high in the sky, and the leaves whistling between the breeze. I was a little ways east of the Inn, floating in the river. After walking many days, and hiking over quite a few mountains, I had started to smell. Thus, I was in the river, floating near the shore, and staring at the many trees of Cyrodiil.

It had been many years since I have been in Cyrodiil, I had been caught stealing a loaf of bread as a young man, and was shipped off to the prisons of Morrowind. The official version of why I sent to the mines of Morrowind was because the prisons in Cyrodiil were full. Now, I had been in and out of prisons all across Cyrodiil in my youth, and there had always been plenty of room. I know now, why I was destined to become a miner, and it had nothing to do with lack of space. The Daedric Prince Azura had manipulated the system to get me to Morrowind, and there I had defeated Dagoth Ur. That is old news though, and an old life.

After I was satisfied with my personal cleanliness, I swam to shore. Upon gathering my clothes, I dressed myself, no sense in poking around the woods in only my skivvies after all.

I was walking up the small beach when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Turning swiftly I saw nothing, intrigued I walked up a slope to find something I had never seen before. It was at least eight feet tall, and appeared to be solid rock. It had a red glow to it, coming out of what looked to be runes on the surface of the stone. In a circle around the rock were many smaller stones, set into the ground, and completing the majesty of the view.

Cautiously I reached out and placed my hand upon the stone…

No stars shine upon the Doomstone.

Nothing happened. This peculiar stone simply stood there, unaware of my presence, if stones are even aware of anything that is. Strange, I thought to myself, I will have to look into this another time.

The stone stayed in my thoughts all the way back to the inn.

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I was stepping off the bridge across the river when I spotted him. Sitting on a second bench in front of the inn, reading. Slowly I walked up to him, when I was mere feet away from him he finally noticed me.

"Hey there Lithnilian," I said to him cheerfully. All I got in return was a glare. "Nice day huh?" Glare. "I wish I had a book to read as well, it would be so nice to just lay around all day reading, especially in this weather." Glare. If I ever get him to talk to me I need to find out who gave him glaring lessons, they must be a real pro. "Well I might as well head inside, get some lunch, maybe Davela has a book I can borrow." Slightly elated glare. Uneasily I walked to the door to the inn, feeling like Lithnilian was watching me all the way.

Reaching out I grabbed the handle and pulled. Nothing, the door was locked.

"Davela went to Leyawiin for supplies; she won't be back until nightfall." Turning around I found Lithnilian looking at me with an evil smirk on his face.

"Urg, so we are stuck out here?"

"Ummm humm," he responded turning back to his book.

"Well this is just great," I said to no one in particular, and sat down on the bench I had spent the previous night on.

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Well I am going to go find something to eat before I die of hunger. I might have some more up later, but only if someone responds, I think a double post is too much, a triple might be pushing it and I don't want to put more in this post.


This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Mar 26 2007, 08:36 PM