The Risen Alchemist, Just something I decided to belt out. Options

[Scrooluse]

Prologue

Idly tending to his small and rather spartan home, the Alchemist happily gardens the myriad of flora he had planted a season earlier. While not holding an overly large amount of business, he did indeed enjoy a brisk trade in fine quality potions. His robed body seen milling about behind the small waist-high stone wall area beside his quaint cottage. Humming contentedly to himself a tune of firm origin he nods occasionally to the odd traveller, his skilled hands not missing a beat as he harvests vital ingredients.

His day was like any other, outside the town of Vivec, located near the main road with a hand carved sign stating his trade to perhaps attract attention. Sweeping his chestnut hair from his piercingly blue eyes he chances a small break. Setting his harvest basket aside he rests his arms on the stone wall and gazes out at the horizon. Within moments his moment of serenity was kindly intruded upon by a rather weary looking Dunmer leading a rather tired looking pack guar. With a gently friendly and heart-warming smile the Alchemist offers the traveler a rest, knowing he has come far due to the traces of dirt on his clothing and that upon his pack guar.

With gratitude in the Dunmer's eyes he speaks, the voice the thick rasp that seemed very prevalent among almost all Dunmer males "Thank you Cyrodiil. An alchemist? I think I just might have a bit of time to see your wares, after all it is the least I can do for your kindness." The Alchemist smiled warmly and led the traveler inside. Wordlessly showing him various vials and philters, elixirs and draughts. After a small purchase of a few potions that instill renewed vigor the traveler extended his hand out toward the Alchemist, at once it was gripped and shook heartily. Taken aback by the strength the Dunmer spoke again "Quite a firm grip you have, Cyrodiil. Alchemy wasn't your first profession... was it?"

For the first time the Alchemist spoke, his voice deep and rich, very pleasing to the ears. It was a voice that was very charming and held a strong note of confidence and command. "No, no my friend I cannot say that it is. But through it I have found contentment, it brings me a sense of peace I did not possess in my earlier undertaking." To this, the Dunmer felt his curiosity blossom like a flower after a long winter. "Well, would you mind telling me what it is you used to do?"

"It would be my honor to relay to you my tale. To know me, you must first know my past." Motioning to a small orb set upon a small stand beside a small and modest desk the Alchemist spoke again "If you will, simply touch the orb with your fingertips and all will be known." Having a moment of misgiving, the Dunmer looked into the icy blue eyes of his host a moment longer and then finally conceded. Stepping to the orb he laid his fingertips upon it. Though while not physically departing the world, his mind drifted into the memories of the Alchemist. Soaring through a misty haze the Dunmer found himself elsewhere... in another time... where the Alchemists story begins.

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Chapter One: The Beginning

It was in the scant starlit countryside he sits, a vivacious young Altmer beside him, their fingers entwined and their lips greeted together in a deeply loving kiss. After moments of such tender gesture they draw back. The Alchemist's eyes peering deeply into her glittering ones as a gentle smile forms upon his lips and his voice softly speaks out "Oh my dear, I've longed to be with you, the days of our parting have been maddening. I ached to have just one last eve with you before.." unable to finish his statement the Altmer pressed an elegant finger to his lips and spoke in an elegant, sweet tone "Calm your thoughts my dear Tavion. I know it greatly pains you to be aware that I am arranged to be married in the following evening. But please know that my heart will always cherish you.” In the moonlight the pair stayed. As dawn slowly crept upon them they tearfully parted ways, the young Altmer’s last words to the one called Tavion being “For as long as the sun rises and sets, I will hold the memory of our time together close to my heart.” Torn inside, Tavion makes his way to the docks he knows his loves ship will depart from and gently sets two flowers into the water, accompanied by the soft patters of tears that send the calm surface rippling.

Just as oddly as the Dunmer came into the memory, he found himself being hurtled back out of it. Standing idly and looking at the orb, he turned to look at his host “Interesting tale, but it still doesn’t explain your muscle or other things about you.” With a soothing smile Tavion casually replied back “But, my tale does not end there; you simply viewed perhaps the saddest part of my life in that period of time. Saddest perhaps, but not the most painful. There yet remains far more to be seen.” Watching the alchemist turn attention to cleaning what the Dunmer recalled as being an alembic he turns his gaze back to the odd orb. Far too curious to simply leave he presses his fingertips back and finds himself careening through the hazy mist once more…

End chapter one
So far this is what there is. Look for chapter two shortly after the posting of this one, I’ve been bitten by the muse bug tonight for some bizarre reason *looks in Minque’s general direction*

[Kiln]

I really liked this first part, you have a very calm and relaxing way of presenting this first part, I'm looking forward to seeing more of this wonderful story.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

Wonderful writting.
Definetly gonna try keeping up with this

[Scrooluse]

Chapter Two: The Changing
As the Dunmer plunged himself back into the memories of the Alchemist, he suddenly finds himself standing before an imposing figure. Heavily armored and bearing the crest of the Crusader upon the chest, he finds himself taken aback as he looks at the unmistakable blue eyes of the very man he just finished speaking to. However the eyes weren’t the gentle and benevolent ones he had come to initially know; they were hard and shrewd. His face, while still very pleasing to gaze upon had a definite ferocity within it now, a cold defiance toward what he battled against. Now a spectator in the memories, the Dunmer simply observed it unfold…

Tavion strode along the fields of kummu landscape, the fair Lake Amaya at his left. Alert and vigilant he kept a hand defensively upon the pommel of an ebony broadsword as his other arm gripped a shield. His armor clattered and hissed with each step, causing him to seem even more imposing a defender. Casting a look ahead he narrows his eyes and approaches a small encampment of men, knowing their reputation as highwaymen toward pilgrims and traveling merchants. While under no acting authority of the Imperial Legion or other forms of law enforcement, he still took matters into his own hands. With a greeting to the three, he finds himself under their suspicious eyes, scrutinizing him heavily. Speaking calmly, as if chatting about the weather and other trivialities he speaks “You do understand you are now in far graver danger than you understand. For your crimes against those unable to defend themselves, you have garnered my attention. I am far less than amused by your antics, but I am willing to strike a deal.”

Looking at the armored man as if he were stark raving mad, the trio turns to look at each other before bursting out into raucous laughter. One, sporting violently red hair stands up and looks the stranger in the eye before petulantly spitting at his feet and sneering “Best be on your way, n’wah. Before you find yourself face-down in that lake over there.” Unfazed by the lack of courtesy, Tavion simply looked in pity at the one who spoke to him “My terms of the deal are you return what you have waylaid from others and oath never to do such acts again, and I let you go.” Met with more peals of laughter the other two stand up and form a rough semi circle around him. Leering unpleasantly they speak among each other as to how much the armor would fetch, already speculating the sword alone would gain them a fortune. It was the moment Tavion had been waiting for, he was now within ability to act.

In a smooth upward arc, the arm that bore his shield connected solidly with the chin of the red haired Dunmer in front him, the shock and brute force of the blow lifting the unsuspecting brigand into the air and some four feet back, stunning and leaving him with both a severely bloodied face and an addled mind. In the same action as the sudden shield strike, Tavion’s sword was drawn. With explosive force he thrusts it directly to his right, sheathing the sword in the stomach of the one on his flank. Without giving a glance to the mortally wounded Dunmer he deftly twisted the weapon before withdrawing it and sending a tremendously crashing blow upon the one to his left. The strike was a dire one, cleaving deep into the flesh followed by a large spurt of vital life essence, silhouetted in the sunlight the blood seemed to be cast of purest silver before pattering lightly upon the grassy ground. His eyes never having left the Dunmer he struck with his shield he is still keenly aware that the one pierced through the stomach has dropped to his knees and fallen backward. With a cold push of his shield he shoves the fatally wounded one off his blade, hearing the body collapse heavily as it sprawls out upon the ground.

Pointing his blade in front of himself, Tavion advances suddenly and swiftly, bearing down upon the dazed criminal. The metallic rustle of his armor having become infinitely more intimidating to the surviving highwayman. The brigand, scooting backward upon his bottom, desperately tries to back away from the hellish sight. Halted only when he presses hard against a rock. Closing his eyes he swallows hard, preparing to be brought before the chill embrace of death. Bringing the sword to within inches of the Dunmer’s face Tavion quietly speaks “I will spare your life, but I want you to let it be known to all who are like you that I shall not stand against actions like yours. Go, lest I release my already fragile grasp of mercy and give you the same fate as your associates.”

With a cold gaze, Tavion watched as the horrified survivor fled. Once the moment of chaos was over with he turned to survey the damage and see what he could gather and turn in to the nearest Imperial garrison. As he made his way toward his destination point, he mused that darker things loomed in his future; that he felt in his heart that his actions of the day would merit a far more sinister repercussion…

End chapter two
Well, here we are definitely seeing a deep side of conviction, I plan on bringing this to a head in the next chapter, hopefully folks will still been keen to read onward.

[Kiln]

This chapter is every bit as good as the last, I love the way you portray the character and I can really visualize the story. Very nice.

[Scrooluse]

In a few hours, the climactic chapter 3 will be up (hopefully... provided I don't get lost in brainstorming the epilogue for chapter 4)

[mplantinga]

A most interesting story. You have a keen eye for detail and expertly describe both people and events. I'm looking forward to seeing where this vigilante path will lead your well equipped hero.

[minque]

An amazing story, so tenderly described in a vivid language ...Oh how I wish I could use words like you do.....I will continue following this great story of Tavion......

I hope you will show us some pics of Tavion?

[Scrooluse]

Of course, I'd be happy to Minque! As for him being well armed, all he has to his benefit is an Ebony Broadsword and a variant of Iron Armor.

Tavion can be seen here and here

[Fuzzy Knight]

Nice and well written story you got here Scrooluse... Descriptive and I really like the story-line

Nice screenshots too... Indeed

[Scrooluse]

Chapter Three: The Tribulation
Hurtled back through the mists the Dunmer traveler took a moment to reflect on the scene just witnessed. Paled and visibly shaken he looked over his shoulder to the kindly alchemist whom was now cheerily humming as he worked with his mortar and pestle. Clearing his throat a bit the alchemist glanced over toward the Dunmer and offering a calming smile “I trust you have just seen a more brutal piece of my history, one that I am neither proud nor regretful of. Take heart, the fog of time still is in need of parting.” The Dunmer, apprehensive could bring himself to share no words to describe the brutally efficient method of killing. Taking a gulp of air the traveler turned his gaze back to the odd little orb and chanced yet another plunge into the strange man’s memories, determined to find out all he can about his benevolent host…

It was a hazy bluewhen the Dunmer seen the areas about him the moments before the wake of the day, a light drizzle causing the ground to release a rich earthen aroma. Looking toward the only source of light; a small campfire, he watched the man with startlingly blue eyes speaking bracingly to a ragtag force of men. “Sharpen your blades, steel your minds and hearts. There is no point in denying that shortly all will be decided. I could search for a lifetime and find no braver men than you, your choice to fight for your homes and land place you in a mark of excellence that cannot be matched.” The men looked up, their spirits lifting as they prepared for their battle. With their courage bolstered the small force rose to their feet, gripping all manner of weapons from stout axes to magnificent broadswords. Captained at the head of the force, Tavion stood tall and steadfast. Raising his gaze upward he narrowed his sharp eyes, the morning so chill and damp that the breath of the fighters could be seen coming forth in heavy bursts. Turning to face his men he gives a nod to the war drummers whom rose and awaited his cue to begin the battle march.

As the first gray-streaked rays of light spilled across the landscape, Tavion gave a second nod. A deep, rich, and inspiring beat resonated from the drummers, from the moment their first note was struck Tavion spoke in rhyme, a battle ballad “Dawn has broke, the time has come, move your feet to the marching drum. We’ll win the war and pay the toll, fight as one in heart and soul. Follow orders as you’re told, make their yellow blood run cold, fight ‘til you die or drop for a force like ours is hard to stop. Close your minds to stress and pain, fight ‘til you’re no longer sane. Let not a one damn cur pass by, how many of them can we make die?” The rhythm of the drums, the passionate cadence from Tavion, and the seething hatred for those who threatened the lands boiled inside the men like venom. As they crossed the a small bluff overlooking the encampment of brigands the rain had tapered off and everything had fallen quite still, their moment was at hand. This was their time to send the word out through force of weapon that they would not yield, that they would not be put under fear any longer. Drawing his trusted Ebony broadsword, Tavion stepped to the fore. With a great cry from his rich and soothing voice he gave the signal to assault with extending his blade point-out to the camp. With individual footfalls setting the start of the charge soon grew into a small stampede… the men and their commander went to their war.

Roused from slumber by the scouts the brigands hastily equipped themselves with their weapons, adorning their armor partially in haste to retaliate. As the force of the attack tore through the camp the combat was chaotic and vicious, within moments of meeting head on, screams of pain and shouts of pure effort pierced the calm area. The ringing clang of metal against metal and the dull hiss as blades brutally cleaved through flesh and bone were soon added to the horrific symphony of battle. Tavion thrust the point of his sword through the exposed stomach of a brigand, drawing the body close to his to use as a temporary shield to ward off the savage blows from another attacker. Through the cacophony of war he shouted orders to his men, trying to ensure their losses remained a minimum. Despite his leadership he momentarily caught glimpses of those he was commanding fall, causing his heart to sear with pain and anger… and in turn channeling it to further his fury toward the brigands. Raising his shield to ward off the heavy blow of a warhammer from a terrified brigand he brought his sword coldly across the chest of his attacker, leaving him to die on the chill and sodden ground. Raising his gaze upward he felt his eyes widen as he looked upon the face of someone whom seemed familiar, the ragged scar across the chin and lips conjured a vague memory from somewhere within his battle-hazed mind. The moment of inactivity was a mistake on Tavion’s behalf, it left him unguarded and an opportunistic brigand seized the chance to land a heavy blow upon Tavion’s spaulder with a large club. Dazed and stunned, Tavion stumbled to the side a bit and focused upon his attacker. As he raised his shield to defend he reached back with his sword arm with full intent of relieving the brigand of life. A sharp pain flooded Tavion’s mind, causing him to cease his action and the agony was accompanied shortly after by two more points of pain…

It was a dream to Tavion, it simply had to be. Looking around in a dazed stupor he could see his men opening their mouths, their lips forming his name but yet he heard no sound. Vaguely aware of the merciless pain his body felt he could see the life essence of brigands released from their bodies, arcing through the air slowly and gracefully. Turning his gaze to the side he tilted his head, seeing a small distance away the Dunmer with the scarred face heaving with laughter, holding a chitin short bow. Slowly it dawned upon Tavion, the face belonged to the highwayman he had let survive long ago. With dawning horror, Tavion reached down to his body, feeling the first shaft of an arrow… then the second… and the third… Looking down he could see they had pierced through the chainmail where his plate did not cover, it was shining red with his blood and he became acutely aware of how cold it was, it felt like he was entombed in ice. Mustering what willpower he could he became angry at himself with how slowly he was moving, it took everything within him to move his foot forward. Feeling the burden of his armor he felt his mind drifting away, everything slowly became pointless to him. Unable to stand under his own power, Tavion slumped to his knees and then onto his side. In the last lucid moments of his consciousness he mumbled peacefully “The war is won, I am afraid I’m a bit tired and in need of a long rest. Take care to tend the wounded and honor the dead.”

Within moments of the utterance of those words the Dunmer found himself in a swirling haze, but he was not brought back into the world as he knew it.. he was encompassed in pure inky blackness. Terrified he had become forever trapped in the Alchemist’s mind he wondered “Am I dead now too? Oh gods help me, please help me…”


End chapter three
Whew. Finally. Well, here we are at a climactic portion. Depending on how it is taken I’ll have chapter four up as soon as possible! Stay tuned folks, same bat time, same bat channel!

[mplantinga]

Wow. That was even better than the last installment. If you keep this up, you're going to give us all heart attacks from the sheer thrill of reading.

[Jonajosa]

Great story with great detail on whats going on in the world around you.

Please continue this story.

[Kiln]

Man that was awesome, I love your writing and this last part was the best yet. It was incredibly well described and well written.

[minque]

Wow. That was even better than the last installment. If you keep this up, you're going to give us all heart attacks from the sheer thrill of reading.

I´m afraid Mr mplantinga just took the words right out of my mouth!

Such wonderful descriptions..vivid, beautifully written!

So please Mr Scroo.......more?....I want more!

[Scrooluse]

*smiles to everyone who replied*

Well, chapter 4 is well in the works and it'll be the completion to Tavion's history. However it will NOT be the end of the Risen Alchemist series.

[Kiln]

I was hoping to see more of this story but it seems as if our moderator and friend Scrooluse hasn't been on in a number of months...hope he's alright and will continue this when he can...

[Wolven]

This is really cool, I enjoyed reading that please continue.