Joryn's annoying new world, Its my first ever fan fic Options

[Kayla]

I read your update at school!

Joryn is my hero! *swoons*

[DarkHunter]

Heh heh heh, good ol' Telvanni charm... what? Oh, right I'm a Hlaalu...

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 23 2006, 04:13 PM

[Kayla]

Telvanni ftw though.

[Kiln]

Wow Joryn, I didn't know you had a talent for writing. Your specialty seems to be dialogue, very well done and interesting thus far. Looking forward to future updates.

[Mazelure]

You tell them Kayla... if I lived in morrowind I can clearly see myself as a Telvanni battle mage... long live house Telvanni!!!

[Joryn]

Another update here. I was thinking the other day that my story clearly does not flow as well, or is nearly as descriptive as the other fan fictions on here. Still I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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On the road to Cheydinhal.

The remaining hours entering Cryodiil passed quickly enough. Joryn had put it down to the now talkative Volenu, who no longer treated him like a child or some stranger along for the ride (although he was to start with). The once wounded guard was also doing well. Although he had started out the trip on the back of the caravan, Fervon eventually found his strength again and took up his place in line. He also shared the odd word with Nelodas, and while he was a quiet sort, Joryn had respect for his talent as an archer.

It struck him as odd that once he reached Cheydinal he would split off from this group and might never encounter them again. It occurred to him what an annoyance that was. He was never popular with most folks; with only a few people he could call his friends. Yet here, in the short time he spent with this group he could not bring himself to call them anything other than his friends. Obviously Volenu meant a little more to him than the rest, being the only female of the group after all. This caused Joryn to chuckle to himself, attracting Volenu’s attention.

“Whats funny?” she asked, with that smile Joryn was only just getting to grips with.
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking what a shame it will be when we finally part ways.”
She raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing there was a little more to it than that.
“Are you certain?” She added quietly “I saw you staring again, it seems you might have a problem keeping your eyes off me?”
“Ah, I see your game now. Despite your skill and devotion to the job in hand, you still enjoy playing with my feelings towards women I see. Well it seems my best efforts are not enough to stop my heart from being your plaything.”

Apparently, Joryn’s pouting was once again amusing Volenu, and she unconsciously was twirling a slender finger through her long white hair. Joryn never quite understood how even women who made battle their profession, could still show that womanly charm when they wanted to. His thoughts on the matter were interrupted however; as the seemingly keen eared Nelodas had heard their flirting from the back of the line. “Perhaps you two could save that business for when we finally reach Cheydinhal and you have rented a room!”

This brought some snickers from the rest of the guard, and Joryn looked away slightly embarrassed, but still smiling. “That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea” Volenu whispered, perhaps to herself, never the less Joryn heard it. She then smiled from ear to ear as she saw him turn slightly red. It appeared despite his occasional smart alec attitude, there was still a little of that shy Dunmer orphan in him. Joryn was certainly surprised at how little hassle the guards gave him for his apparent “friendship” with Volenu. They certainly had a brother-sister thing going on with her, and Joryn was surprised how little her now girlish attitude resembled the leading figure she was but half a day ago.

It was getting into night time when they finally reached the gates of Cheydinhal, and it appeared Newlands lodge was where they were next headed. It appeared they had already decided that Joryn was to accompany them to celebrate, and to lift their cups to their friend who was no longer with them. While Joryn was planning on getting to work on the amulet right away, the caravan was to wait until morning, so he decided his business should also.

After making themselves comfortable and ordering a few rounds, they proposed a toast to their friend Galrys. The respectful silence only lasted a few moments, as they believed they should enjoy themselves in memory of their friend. Joryn was not interested in intoxicating himself however. He thought that if he was going to share such pleasurable company as Volenu, he would at least want to remember it the morning after.

As the other tavern patrons drank themselves into a stupor, Joryn and Volenu quietly entertained themselves in the corner. After a few hours, when they decided they had done talking, and everyone else decided they could drink no more, they made their way to bed. Joryn rarely studied people’s features much; only on occasions such as this did it truly matter to him. He found himself drawn to Volenu’s long white hair once again, hanging down past her shoulders.

As he fell in behind her as they made their way up the stairs, he found his gaze dropping. Her hair was nice enough, but he had found something much more enjoyable to look at, with her trim figure. When they finally made it to the door, she turned and looked as if to assure him to follow. With a grin on his face, he paused a moment too look down each end of the corridor. Slowly Joryn followed her in and closed the door quietly behind him.

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I apologize if this was not as risque as you deserve. I was worried that if I wrote something a little too smutty I would get nailed for it. Anyway, I hoped you liked it.

Edit: I also would like to apologize if Volenu seemed a little Drow like. My only excuse for this is because I think Drow rule.

This post has been edited by Joryn: May 25 2006, 12:19 PM

[DarkHunter]

*Giggle* heh heh heh... Who said Dumner couldn't... I'll stop there...

Good Writing Joryn, my question is: What next

[Mazelure]

Alright... I like where this is going... by the way good job Joryn... I also think that the you have great discriptive writing... actually one of the best here in this forum... anyways

Kudos Joryn... Kudos

[Joryn]

Newlands lodge in Cheydinhal.

Joryn slowly opened one eye, having trouble remembering where he was exactly. The unfamiliarity of his surrounding only lasted for a moment. He now remembered clearly the night before, and turned to look at the other side of the bed. There was only a note. Joryn chuckled to himself, as the last thing he thought about before drifting off the night before, was waking up to this. He picked up the note and had a look over it.

Dear Joryn

I want to thank you for your assistance in helping us reach Cheydinhal, among other things. Unfortunately, I cannot thank you in person as we were to depart early this morning. There is other business in Cyrodiil that draws us. I’m sure you understand. If you are concerned about your debt to us, worry not. As you no doubt guessed your aid to us on the way more than paid for your passage with us. I shall keep my eyes open should we run into each other in our travels. With love from your friend and a little something more than that.

Volenu.

Joryn rolled his eyes and tossed the note setting it alight with a small spell, he watched it burn out before it got to the floor. Not that he was particularly upset by the note; he just knew that citizens of Tamriel had a habit of leaving personal notes where they didn’t belong. After bathing, which he could handle surprisingly quickly with his magical talents warming the water, Joryn dressed in his usual robes and made his way downstairs. He was going to approach the owner Dervera Romalen and ask about paying, but as soon as he opened his mouth she beat him to it.

“Your friends took care of any of the bills.” She suddenly started to smile and then added “Must have been quite a night you two had.” Joryn wasn’t quite sure what to say after that. The best he could do was head for the door and give Dervera a sly wink on the way out. After stepping through the door, the first thing Joryn noticed was that it was raining. He closed his eyes and let the cool raindrops splash off his face. A town guard nearby shook his head, the rain adding to the guard’s no doubt usual sour mood.

He had a quick look around the streets but caught his own reflection in the Newlands lodge window. It suddenly occurred to him how little he looked at himself in the mirror, or in any way at all. Joryn look at his shiny long black hair hanging down the back of his neck, and his deep red eyes. Much deeper than the norm for Dunmer, almost as if they were just pure red orbs. He then slowly ran his hand down his cheek, feeling the stubble that he grown over the past few days.

Someone passing him on the street brought him back to reality. He should already have been underway by, searching for anyone who might posses any information on Ayleid artefacts in the region. Joryn then spotted Mach Na’s books across the street. If they were anything akin to Morrowind’s bookstores, they would prove to best most helpful

He stepped inside, dripping slightly from day dreaming in the heavy rain. An Argonian female, who Joryn surmised was this Mach Na the owner, gave him odd look. He thought it was almost as if she had decided she wasn’t going to like Joryn, just by looking. He slowly made his was across the room trying to look pleasant.
“Whaddya want? I got things to do Dunmer.” Quite the miserable cur, Joryn thought.
“Certainly the merchants welcome I would expect from the land of con men.” Joryn said this politely, even though it did not suit the words, something that appeared to get on most peoples nerves.

“I don’t run this shop to trade jabs with strangers, tell me if there is something you want and let’s get it over with.” Joryn certainly didn’t have a problem with that.
“I here looking for information on Ay-.” He was cut short before he could finish off.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been through all this before. You want books on Ayleid’s, I got them, Ill go get them and sell them, everybody is happy.” As she left the room Joryn only sighed and shook his head. It seemed he was now paying for the fun he had with Volenu last night.

The Argonian came back with about three books, pretty think ones too. He prepared himself for the next part, which he was sure he wasn’t going to like.
“That’s 195 septims.” Joryn winced slightly as the Argonian muttered the price. He wasnt about to try for a lower price however. You could squeeze blood out of a stone easier than strike a bargain with an Imperial. At least that’s what Joryn was brought up to believe, and he certainly didn’t doubt it so far. Leaving his thanks and his coin he headed for the door, and none too soon Joryn thought to himself.

This post has been edited by Joryn: May 26 2006, 04:57 PM

[Mazelure]

Ouch... that must have hurt... falling from the sky and landing on you head like that... o well... I'm sure that Joryn can bounce back up no matter what.

[DarkHunter]

Heh heh heh... Telvanni always getting ripped off... I mean....

[Joryn]

On the streets of Cheydinhal.

Joryn sat at a table back in Newlands lodge. His recently purchased books lay aside a few empty mugs he had downed. From reading through little bits of them, he had uncovered a few ideas along with some names of those who might be able to help. Not exactly a jackpot, but as far as things were, it was still early days. Perhaps he could arrange to see a few mages guild people at the arcane university. Although there was a local guild that he could pass word on to, Joryn wanted to wait a little first.

It seemed odd that Aryon wanted Joryn to cooperate with the mages guild. It was most likely done so that the fuss would be kept to a minimum, and so that the Telvanni would have no problems with whom the amulet truly belonged to, if and when it was discovered. Joryn mused over the prospect of not letting them now who he was and what he was up to in Cyrodiil. But the thought only lasted a moment.

What little he knew of current events, he at least knew the mages guild was on edge with its problem with necromancers. No, he would go to the university and sort out his business there first. With any luck there wouldn’t be any fuss about this business, even though the place appeared like a jumped up magic school to Joryn. He opened up the book to a page he had found earlier and marked, that had yielded some of the better results.

Apparently his earlier thoughts on the amulet were not quite correct. It was called the amulet of Ayleid mastery, apparently. It was told to be a potent tool with connections into the realm and denizens of Oblivion. While Joryn had made that assumption already due to the Ayleid history with Daedra, it appeared he aimed slightly lower from the mark. Strange Joryn hadn’t seen this coming, and while he respected Aryon, he did however retain some of the older Telvanni aspects.

In this case he had not properly explained the potential of the power the amulet had within it. Joryn was not put off however, things certainly could have been worse. He had no real threat from any major enemies at this time; also Aryon had said something about sending him some Telvanni aid. Anyway, now was as good a time as any to make some contacts. The Imperial city would be his first start, with it looking to be the most fruitful.

As he finished off his last mug and slapped down a few coins for Dervera, he headed out with a nod and smile in her direction, she returned the gesture. With his books tucked into his robe, stored magically and no longer visible he shifted as his robe was becoming heavier with the books newly added weight. The rain was weaker than earlier in the day, and Joryn was enjoying the cool, moist air.

The road lay out in front of Joryn and not long passing through the gates he had to admire the fine bred horses for sale. Not cheap for sure, but nary a better quality horse could be found. Joryn absorbed the scenery around him, and admired the beauty of this part of Cyrodiil. His residence was in the Grazelands of Vvardenfell and he already had an appreciation for greenery, but was still impressed none the less. The time went by quickly and Joryn could clearly make out the Imperial city in the distance.

However Joryn’s attention was soon drawn elsewhere, as he could hear the trickling of water off the main road. Curious to see if he could find anything of interest, he made his way towards the noise. With only a few moments walk Joryn found a nice little area of water with a small waterfall around some rocks. He stooped to take a few sips of the clean water, and splash his face. Before he could finish however, he heard armoured footsteps on grass approaching. Looking to the right of his own reflection he could make out two blurred figures. He turned around to see an Imperial and Ork, who to his astonishment were wearing Imperial legion armour.

“Nice day for a stroll ash-born?” the Ork said, in a rather sinister tone.
“Perhaps.” Joryn said warily “Would you mind my asking if that armour is yours, or stolen from an unfortunate Legion officer?” Joryn sighed inside, for he already knew what was coming. They both looked at each other and let out a slow chuckle.
“Oh these? Worry not, they are our own for sure.” The Imperial smiled, showing a missing tooth. An pasty and skinny fellow to be sure. And ugly Joryn added.

Joryn had only just noticed that another Legion officer was creeping up on him. When he turned it appeared he was a Breton and worse, was only a few steps behind him. Joryn waited only a moment before the no doubt corrupt Legion officers stated their demands.
“These are dangerous times friend, perhaps we can be convinced to escort you safely to wherever you are going. All we would ask as payment is……”

The guards again looked at each other, although Joryn knew damn well they had planned this through to the letter.
“Everything you own? Yes that would seem fair. Now be a good citizen and pay up for the friendly officers why don’t you?” The Imperial held out his hands and rubbed his fingers together, a gesture Joryn found extremely aggravating.
“Ahh, well you see I have a little problem, and that is….” Joryn never meant to finish the sentence, he had prepared a spell hoping to take the Breton behind by surprise.

With his right hand covered in flames Joryn spun on his heels and backhanded the officer in the face. He let out a shriek and covered the right side of his face with both hands. Unfortunately, his assailants were quick and before Joryn could plan his next move he was whacked over the back of the head with the blunt side of a long sword.

[DarkHunter]

A Breton... He has magic too, usually...
Uh oh, the hero's down! Ah, I see where this is going...

[Mazelure]

You do?... cause I dont... and I would like to add "OUCH"... by the way thank god that isn't the real world... where they chop of your fingers or a ear and sending it to your family expectiong for money... because my family does not have any money what so ever and I would have been definently screwed... but thank god Joryn does not have to go through that... or does he?...