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Dantrag
post Feb 18 2005, 09:10 PM
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Here's Chapter 5.
Here's Chapters 1-4.
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Ahnaressu sat in his room massaging his stiff arms. The paralyzation spell Aengoth put on him left him numb everywhere. Aengoth watched Ahnaressu with an obviously worried face.
"What happened in there?" he asked the boy.
"I...I don't know." Ahnaressu replied. "I lost control."
Aengoth looked hard at him and said, "Just dont let it happened again or you could find yourself dead on the streets."
Ahnaressu scoffed. "I could have easily slain the man."
Aengoth shouted back at him, "Do you know who that man was? He is a powerful Fighter's Guild member! Even if you killed him, he has many friends, which means you would have many enemies."

Aengoth handed Relgar to Ahnaressu and walked out the door, leaving the boy to his thoughts. Ahnaressu mulled over Aengoth's words. he was right, Ahnaresu knew, but he had no idea what happened. He had no control whatsoever over his actions. He realized that he had made at least one enemy, annd that Aengoth had saved him from himself mostly. =The young boy decided that he had no business in this town. He belonged in the wild where everyone was almost family. He picked up his brother, packed up the things he would need, and went on his way.

He was about to walk out of Ald'ruhn's gate, but decided to thank and say good-bye to "The Jeweler". He walked into The Rat in the Pot and went down the stairs where Aengoth was usually found. What he found instead was the same breton he had fought a few hours earlier, and his friends, which included an large imperial and a Nord. He set his pack and his brother down, and politely asked the men, "Do you need something?" The only answer he got was the swing of a steel mace. Ahnaressu knew he had no chance, he knew that if he was killed or maimed, that his brother would also be. These men were no longer drunk, for they struck at Ahnaressu with precision. The imperial's mace would crush bone, and Ahnaressu dodged it rather than blocking it. Ahnaressu's shortsword and dagger found their way into his hands, and they worked furiously to fend off attacks. His arms were tiring, but his willpower was not.

The breton was using a weapon other than his fist this time, His enchanted steel saber was hitting Ahnaressu relentlessly. The fire enchantment on the blade was more than the boy could handle. If he blocked the nasty, burning blade, then he only got a smack from the Nord's nasty club. Ahnaressu's leg was struck by the club, and the blade nicked his arm yet again. His leg collapsed and he was down on one knee. He tried to fight on, but he had no chance of blocking any of the weapons. He got up, limped away from his attackers engouh to grab a potion out of his dropped bag. He felt his leg healing itself, and stood as if to kill his opponents. Instead, he grabbed his pack and his brother as fast as he could and ran. He got out of the bar, and continued to run into the wilderness, away from civilization and his followers, but he did not run as far away from his attackers as he would have liked.

Alkorahn was tiring. His brain knew it and his legs knew it. He would be outrun. He stopped, drew out his dagger, and waited for the oncoming attack. The large dunmer pulled his claymore over his head, and ran towards the ashlander. Alkorahn dodged the powerful swing and quickly realized that one hit would kill him. Alkorahn used quick reflexes against the slow but powerful blade. He went inside the claymore's reach, made a quick stab at the large dark elf, and quickly got outside of its reach again. While it was an effective strategy, it would take a long time to fell the large dunmer.

Valnor took his time in timing a hit. This ashlander was quick, but Valnor knew he could take at least three times the hits as this skinny ashlander. He winced as his side was nicked, but it was only minor. He had about four similar hits, but they were nothing. Valnor was used to pain, and a hard fight made victory all the sweeter for him.

Nyph and the rest of Valnor's small party finally caught up to the fight between the ashlander and Valnor. They were only there for about ten seconds before the ashlander's neck exploded with blood, and his body was crumpled on the ground at least five feet away from his head.

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Sorry it took so long to post another section...a little busy, and it passes the time when I don't feel like doing actual writing.
*fixed some dialogue....the way it was all thrown in the same paragraph was a little confusing, so I fixed it.* ---Enjoy!


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post Feb 18 2005, 11:24 PM
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A most welcome continuation to this story......It┤s great to follow the young ashlander on his way in life.....

*leaning back in the sofa, waiting for the next chapter*


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post Mar 4 2005, 10:53 PM
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Ahnaressu sat down about a mile outside Ald'ruhn's gates. He set up a small camp for the night. He stared at the fire, reflecting on everything that had happened. He thought mostly of his dreams, and that murderous dark elf he always saw. Was this dunmer only his imagination or was he real? As he asked himself these questions, he only came up with more questions, never more answers. He knew he could never live in "civilization," it was not where he belonged. He would be a wanderer for years, possibly his entire life. So be it. he thought, and went to sleep.

He woke up startled. He was being covered in dirt, and his brother was crying. Cursing his own stupidity in sleeping in the ashlands without a proper shelter, he picked up his luggage and brother, and trudged along. The wind was in his eyes, and the going was slow against the raging wind, but he continued knowing he needed shelter soon. He glanced back and saw three silhouettes behind the curtain of dirt and ash. Ahnaressu knew it was the men from the bar fight. He was not looking for shelter anymore, but an area that was more to his liking than to his enemies'.

The young dark elf found both. It was a cave. He opened the aged, beated door and walked inside. It was obvious that someone used to live here but had left long ago. He searched the cave, and found a small pond, probably fed by an underground stream, he noticed. He put his brother down in a safe place, because he was expecting a fight very soon. He did what small repairs to his weapons that his talents would allow, and began making small traps along the caves' passageways. As he was setting the last of the three trip-wires, he noticed a loose rock column on the side of the tunnel. His crafty mind began formulating a much more devastating trap than trip-wires. He used a rather large rock he found and beat the column at its base, so that it would fall over more easily. He unhooked one of his trip wires, and tied it to the rock. When he took the wire across the corridor, he tied it to a stalagmite, and prayed to the ancestors that the trap would work.

Nibani Maesa, the Urshilaku wise woman, felt the pain that Alkorahn felt as his head was forced from his body. In her spellcasting, she knew that her tribes' plight was hopeless. Only five Urshilaku had died, opposed to seven of the rogues, but the total numbers of the rogues outweighed the ashlanders. The ashkhan consulted with the wise woman.
"We have a chance of survival if we retreat." Sul-Matuul said. "If this Ahnaressu is supposed to be our savior, I am sure that he wil find his way to us. In the meantime, survival is our top priority."
In her rage, Nibani wanted to fight every last one of these murderers, but she knew the ashkhan was right. Sul-Matuul ordered the retreat, and the disciplined Urshilaku quickly got out of the fight and ran, the archers held the rear, firing arrows at the leading rogues.

Valnor wiped his huge claymore's blade on Alkorahn's shirt.
"Whoever they were going to contact has no way to help them now." he said almost jovially. He slowly turned to his band and ordered the return to the main battle.
As they were walking Nyph chuckled, "I could have taken him in half the time." He opened his overcoat to reveal countless daggers. Nyph grabbed the blade of one and made a few mock throws. Valnor laughed back, "Then I would have had to kill you in half of that time."
Nyph was honestly wondering if he was serious. The short, skinny elf shook that disturbing thought from his head, and trudged on beside his leader.

The small band knew where the boy had gone.
"Quick, get in." the imperial said to his two friends as he held the door to the cave open for them.
The breton led them in, creeping at what he thought was silent. The nord and imperial men were even louder than him.

Ahnaressu knew they were coming. He stood all the way at the end of the corridor, after the bend. He was holding his father's bow, string pulled taut, an arrow ready to hit any skull that came its way. He listened with satisfaction to the sound of a mound of falling rock, and he smiled at his own cunning. He only saw two men come around the corner, the imperial and the nord. They had Rubble all over them, and if they were not a threat to his or his brothers lives, Ahnaressu would have laughed. He launched an arrow at the nord's head, but the nord was more experienced than that. The nord ducked and came back up, charging at Ahnaressu, coming close to Ahnaressu. Too close for him to notch another arrow, much less fire it. Ahnaressu quickly hit the nord over the head with the bow. It did nothing to even make the man wince. Ahnaressu realized that, and dropped the bow, quickly replacing it with his shortsword. He went into a well practiced series of slashes and stabs. He still had no chance of blocking the club, so he stuck to dogding. He rolled away from a sweeping club swing, and landed on one knee. Ahnaress spotted an opening, and quickly stabbed his blade into the nord's gut. As the nord cringed on the ground, Ahnaressu remembered the one attacker remaining.


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post Mar 4 2005, 10:54 PM
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Valnor, Nyph, and their small band rejoined the rest of the group. There was yet another chase; the rogues trailing behind the dwindling numbers of the Urshilaku.
Nyph looked over at Valnor and said, "I think they have had quite enough. We still have other tribes to destroy, and I would like to still have a few more people than us two to do it."
Valnor nodded and called off the chase. "These ashlanders have had enough. They won't be coming back...but we will."
He turned his band around and left the Urshilaku to lick their wounds.

Ahnaressu spent more time dodging the imperial's heavy mace than he did actual fighting. every time he saw an opening for a stab, it quickly closed. Ahnaressu did what he was best at; he ran. He first grabbed his bow, and while he was running down the corridor, he put an arrow to his bowstring. The imperial did not expect the escape and his brain had not reacted properly. By the time he turned around, an arrow was protruding from his skull.

Ahnaressu searched the bodies, but only kept a few things. He kept the smashed breton's saber, the nord's mace, and all of their clothes. He buried the bodies a few yards away from the entrance of the cave. The young dark elf went back into the cave and drank some water from the pool, gave his brother some, and went to sleep.

He made the cave his new home. Ahnaressu did not have to work for water and shelter, and he got tired of not having shelter from the ash storms. Here, the boy had a place to sleep, drink, and keep out of the harsh weather. The only thing he had to get out of his cave for was hunting. He hated leaving his brother alone, but he didnt want Relgar out there.

Valnor sat down in a tent with Nyph.
Nyph said "All we have to do is go east, and a little north, and we are at the current Ahemussa camp. It is the closest."
Valnor looked at Nyph with disapproval. "They are formidable. The Ahemussa are not your normal ashlander tribe."
Nyph laughed. "You just want to save them for last because you were exiled from them."
Valnor knew he was right, but he wanted the Ahemussa to be the last to taste his fury. He wanted them to beg for forgiveness after hearing of all the other tribes' demise. Nyph knew what Valnor was thinking.
"Okay, we can go to the Erabenimsun and work our way north to the Zainab, and then lastly, your revenge." He suggested.
Valnor took the morsel, but not without knowing that Nyph wanted the tribe he was exiled from to be next. Valnor nodded and marched his small band towards the southern city of Seyda Neen.


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post Mar 4 2005, 10:54 PM
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A smile worked its way to Ahnaressu's face for the first time since the slaughter of his people as he watched Relgar's first steps. The older dark elf watched his younger brother stumble around the small cave. Ahnaressu looked on with amusement as little Relgar fell on his rump, a smile even bigger than Ahnaressu's splayed on his face. Ahnaressu continued to watch his brother's antics as he put more wood onto his small fire. For that moment, it seemed as if all of the horrible events in his life were non-existant. It was the first restful sleep he had in weeks.

The Urshilaku quickly went to work on rebuilding their camp. They mended yurts, gathered food, and tried their hardest to get on with their lives. The ashkhan, Sul-Matuul spoke with Nibani about the attacks and their continued wellbeing. Sul-Matuul and Nibani both decided that a move was in order to prevent another attack. Once the yurts were repaired and everything packed, the travel began. They moved further east, a few yards past the dunmer fortress Valenvaryon. It was no coincidence, mving beside an ancient fortress, Sul-Matuul planned to use its strong walls as a defense in case of another assault on his people.

Valnor's band reached Seyda Neen after weeks of walking. They filled Arrile's tradehouse, dringking, laughing and most of all sleeping. Valnor knew that morale was one of the most important things when leading, so he decided to stay in Seyda Neen for at least a month before he continued his quest.

Ahnaressu stayed in his cave for awhile, until one night, he was reflecting on all that happened, when he remembered the survivors running away. They have to be alive! he thought. Trembling with excitement, he packed his things, filled a few flasks up with water, and went to sleep. His journey would begin at dawn.

The bar was wild with shouts from Valnor's band. Valnor stood up, towering over the seated dark elves and orcs.
He lifted his mug of greef and shouted, "We attack the filthy tribes soon!" The response was an eruption of cheers, mostly drunken.
Valnor waited for calm, and continued, "We leave tomorrow morning to destroy the Erabenimsun and drive them from their filthy yurts!"
An even louder shout came from the ashlander rejects and hired orcs. Valnor smiled, knowing that their stay here benefited him greatly. Nyph stayed seated nodding in approval.

Ahnaressu looked around the empty site. There were a few scattered items left by his tribe. The young dunmer tried to make out tracks to follow them, but they had long been wiped away by ash storms. He sat down in utter despair, not knowing what to do. He tried to guess where they would go, but could not think of where. The boy decided that if he could not find his own tribe, he would find another that would accept him. The tribes did war against each other, but Ahnaressu figured that out of three other tribes one had to be compassionate. He traveled east, towards the last known site of the Zainab camp.

Valnor strapped his large claymore onto his back, while Nyph Began putting on his various daggers. One particular dagger standing out among the others. It was said to be created in Oblivion, its sleek, black blade promising a quick death to any who saw it, sometimes those who did not. Nyph was a trained assassin. That was actually the reason he was exiled from his tribe. The Erabenimsun saw assassins as dishonorable and wicked. Nyph was suspected of murdering the ashkhan's daughter, and was exiled. The assumption of blaming Nyph was correct, even though they had no solid evidence. Nyph was wandering the wilderness around the grazelands, when he found Valnor and joined his cause. Valnor and Nyph walked out of his room in the tradehouse and worked his way towards the exit of Seyda Neen where the rest of the rogues were waiting to begin the journey.

Ahnaressu would have never made it around the mountains had it not been for the numerous cliff racers and trama roots. He used his slight alchemical skills to create numerous levitation potions. He Enjoyed being at high altitudes. It made the young boy feel free. As he walked on air over the vast mountains, making great time towards his goal. Ahnaressu looked over his shoulder to see Relgar sitting down in Ahnaressu's pack with his head sticking out, a big smile on his face. Apparently, they both enjoyed the levitation. It was a matter of hours before he spotted the Zainab camp. He walked to the ground about four yards away from the camp. He mustered up his courage. It was much harder than his decision to go to the city of Ald'ruhn. He did not know if they would rather kill him than accept him. He walked very slowly towards the camp, still very reluctant. Just to be safe, he tucked a dagger into his overcoat.


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post Mar 4 2005, 10:55 PM
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Ahnaressu slowly approached the camp. As he got near, he was instantly surrounded by three male and one female dunmer.
"What do you want?"
It took Ahnaressu a few moments to gather his breath from the sudden appearance of these armed ashlanders.
He answered, "I am Ahnaressu Sul-Khar, a wanderer. I only need shelter." The Zainab guards looked at each other, not needing any explanations. The single female in the group motioned for Ahnaressu to follow. She led him to an old, tattered yurt.
She said to Ahnaressu, "You may live here, but on one condition. You do the tasks assigned to you. If you do not earn your keep, you will no longer be welcome here."
The young Urshilaku nodded, not expecting any more than that.

Nyph returned to Valnor after scouting the Erabenimsun camp. Nyph walked into Valnor's small tent, and sat down beside the fire across from the huge dunmer.
Valnor said after a long moment of silence, "Well?"
Nyph answered, not looking up from the fire, "They expect nothing. There are only one or two guards, and they are both outside the ashkhan's yurt. They will fall easily."
Valnor smiled, "Let's kill the fetchers."
Nyph pulled out a dagger and said, "I'll start the attack."
As Nyph left, Valnor stood up, arming himself and putting on his armor.

Nyph loved his job. He watched from behind a large urn as one of the guards walked past him, not noticing the assassin. Nyph picked out one of his many daggers. Purposefully choosing a less valuable one, he held its blade and tossed it. The ashlander's neck was punctured, the dagger in up to its hilt. Nyph quickly pulled his dagger out and hid the guard's body far from the camp. This is how the attacks always started. Nyph killed a select few, and the rogues poured in. Nyph reveled in his marvelous throw, just long enough to notice he was surrounded.

The Erabenimsun were not caught unawares by Valnor's band. The rogue camp was found early enough, and the ashlander spies got enough information to figure out their intent.

Valnor called the attack, and the rogues charged onto the north and south sides simultaneously, while the rogue archers lauched volleys on the east and west sides. Little did the rogues know, that the camp was empty.

The ashlanders were hidden by the wise woman's illusionary spells. The wise woman took the time to cast chameleon on every single warrior. The Erabenimsun utterly destroyed Valnor's band.

Nyph lay on a pile of stones, his arms and legs broken by the ashlanders, he was left for dead. He cursed his bad luck, and tried in vain to turn over so he was face up. All he could do was pray to every daedra prince, dunmer god, and even imperial cult god that he knew of.

Weeks earlier, Ahnaressu was doing yet another chore for the Zainab that housed him. They were by no means nice to him. They failed to even notice him because they knew of his origins. Ahnaressu expected no more, and filled his tenth bucket with water from a nearby pond. It took him five trips to get all the buckets, two in each hand. And it took him longer than it should have, for he let little Relgar walk beside him. Ahanressu never went faster than Relgar, always wanting to be there if the toddler fell. By the time he delivered his last bucket of water, it was night. Ahnaressu, tired from the work, fed his little brother and fell asleep.

Valnor cursed his luck. He should have beaten them. His forces were stronger, yet they were defeated shamefully. Valnor and three others survived. An orc named Lorgan gro-Shug, and two dunmer, Aftol and Tervel. Valnor knew it would take years to form another army of rogue ashlanders. He did not want to spend another four years hunting them down like he did the first time, but he wanted his revenge. He wanted it badly.

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Theres chapter 5. Sorry it took me so long to transfer it over


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