Now This is my first fan fic and im just seeing if people like my idea.

Prologue

Ryan was walking down a PC game isle when he saw the game.... “Morowwind”. He loved all RPG games since his first D&D game six years before and this would top them all. Even better was the cheap price, $ 29.95!! He immediately took out his wallet and went to the cashier to buy the game. Then he and his parents went home, them to watch an R rated film (Ryan was only 14 at the time), and he to load Morrowind.

Unfortunately, he was unable to load it until 10:00 because he had some parent assigned homework to do. When he was finally finished, he charged down to ground level and then went in to his houses sub-basement, where his families four computers (one for each person) were each seated.

He practically punched the “ON” button and waited anxiously for the Computer to boot. When it was done booting he ripped the Morrowind box open, put the CD into the drive, and began reading the manual, clicking occasionally when asked. He was finished with the manual by the time it was fully loaded and double-clicked on the sun-and-moon icon on his desktop.

When he started it up he realized that it was 11:00 PM, but kept on playing, even though he was very groggy. He fell asleep just as his cursor landed on new game. He had the strangest dream that night. He heard a kind, motherly voice saying:

"Ryan, the outlander from above, they have taken you from the Imperial City's Prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east, to Morrowind. You have been chosen, you are the first, and others will follow. Fear not, I will guide you...."

He was roughly shaken awake and tried to stay asleep but was force to open his eyes when the shaking continued. When he looked up he was startled to full wakefulness. Standing above him was a man who was so dark he could be called black except for the tint of blue in his skin.

"Hey wake up laddie. What happened? Were you having a bad dream?" said the man as
he stuck out his hand

Ryan took his hand and stood up.

"What? What is this place? Who are you? What are you? Why is the ground moving?"

The man gave him a wooden cup of a dark red liquid, which he drank. It had a sweet taste to it. After he drank it the man said,

"I am Jiub the Dunmer, or Dark Elf as you Imperials call us, and we are on a ship from Cyrodiil that has docked at Morrowind..."

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Comment Please.

heh, thats a unique idea.. Awsome, could be pretty suspenseful

Thank you. I got one persom who likes it!!

You might have to simplify the story for Dantrag Hes been reading it a while

Yeah, Ive been wondering about that.....

Edit: I wll be posting more towmorrow as soon as its done.

I liked it, it was a quick read which is all I have time for these days. Very original, good concept. Looking forward to more.

Heey!! That´s a nice approach..very interesting i´d say......wonderful how many different views there are here nowadays...

This one looks very promising, can´t wait to the next update....

This is truly an original way to start your story...very interesting, keep up the work. *Applause*

Thx guys (and Girl)

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Chapter One

Bam!!!! It hit him…Morrowind…How could this be?

“What?!? Morrowind is a game!! How can this be Morrowind! ” Ryan shouted

“Ohh, this is Morrowind alright,” said Jiub will a chuckle “I can smell the stench of Scyda Neen from down here, even though I haven’t been there in some 20 odd years.”

“Alright, let’s say this is Morrowind,” Ryan said “But why am I here?”

“Well, I was brought here from the prison in Cyrodiil, just as I suspect you were,” he said with a frown. “ Though why? I don’t know.”

“What are you talking about? I was never in a prison. I’m only 14!” I stammered. “How could I have been in a prison!”

“You’re only fourteen? I doubt it.” He said with a smirk. “I hear a guard coming! Better be quiet!”

“You! Come with me,” snarled a rather surly guard that had just come through the door.

Seeing nothing else to do, he followed the man up a ramp and towards a ladder to a hatch. In the room was also a woman who, if he remembered the manual correctly, was a Nord.

“Get your self up on deck and lets keep this as civil as possible!” said the guard again.

Geez, this guy is really pissy Ryan thought

“Oww!!!” he said after smacking his head against the trapdoor. “Damn that hurt!”

Ryan pushed open the trapdoor with his left hand using his right to rub the already rising bump on his for head. Then he stopped and looked around. To his left he could see some small huts and a tower off in the distance, to his left he saw some houses and what looked like a giant flea, and right in front of him there was a large building marked “Census and Excise Office”.

So this is Morrowind. He thought.

“What a dump.”
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EDIT: I will post more today as soon as its done.

not bad reminds me of something else i've seen/read before....

oh yeah it was a tv show a while ago, it was Monster Rancher i think...

I'm just a punching bag for insults.

This is kinda like Alexander's story, but different at the same time. I like it.

Cool. I thought about doing a story like this once but I just couldn't get it right.

This looks great so far though, keep it up!

Thx for the compliments please tell me if there are any gramatical errors or anything else.

Update is here.
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As he was thinking this he realized that a guard with a kind face, who, if he remembered correctly was a Redguard, was saying some thing to him, but he hadn’t been paying attention to the man.

“…dock and he’ll show you to the Census Office.”

Muttering his thanks, Ryan walked down the ramp to meet the guard that was progressing towards him.

“Where are you from?” the guard asked him as he stepped off the ramp.

“Not from here,” Ryan said sarcastically.

“Great, well I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” He said emotionlessly.

It was rather obvious that he was supposed to say this to all newcomers, so Ryan just followed him to the door of the large building and entered it. In side was a old Imperial in a brown robe and another guard dressed the same as the other ones outside.

“Hello, I’m, Socucius Ergalla and we’ve been expecting you. Now there are several ways we can do this and the choice is yours.” Said the ancient clerk.

“How about you just ask me some questions or something,” asked Ryan

“Ok, what style do you favor, what weapons and armor can you use, what magic school have you studied, and is there anything else that you know?” queried Ergalla

Some how the answers just popped in to his head as if left there by a sudden gust of wind.

“I favor stealth, I use an axe and light armor, and I know spells from the school of Alteration and Restoration.” Ryan blurted out though he not know how he knew these things. “I know how to mix potions and how to enchant an item. I also know the Arts of sneaking, lock picking, marksmanship, and armor repair.”

“Excellent! Now here are your papers, take them to the captain to get your release fee.” Ergalla said as Ryan wondered how he knew the answer the those questions. “Go through the door and take the first door on your right. Then go to the office of Sellus Gravius”

Ryan walked up to the door and the guard unlocked it and motioned for him to walk through. As he went through the guard closed the door behind him.

Ryan walked down the hallway until he cam to a room with a table that had an iron dagger stuck in it and some food on top. There was a bench against the wall with about 3 loves of bread inside it and a cabinet against the left wall with a large number of bottles and plates. It also had a small chest on the bottom shelf.

He went up to the table and grasped the dagger and held it in his hands as he read the note that was pinned underneath it. It was something about a bet. Well he figured that he would need it more that this other fellow. He also nabbed the silverware and the expensive booze on the table as well, eating the crabmeat that was on the table even though he somehow realized that it only restored his fatigue. He then noticed the lock pick on the table as well and decided to try his newfound skills out on the chest on the shelf. Surprisingly, it was relatively easy, he got it on the first try, but it was rather obvious that this was a very low quality lock. Inside he found 31 gold coins that had the picture of an ancient man with a crown and the word septim on it.

Ryan then took the bread and all of the bottles, plates, and liquor on the shelves and continued through the hallway and down the stairs. Through the door at the bottom of the stairs was about five sack and 2 baskets against the east wall (again how he knew this he didn’t have a clue) and two large kegs that used to hold some type of beer.

He searched the sacks and took the ingredients in side them as well as a sack to hold everything. He then went back upstairs to check the two baskets he missed. Ryan took the ingredients inside them and walked out of the door.
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It's good. I do not see glaring grammar errors, and it seems your story is getting somewhere...

I think I may need to see more before I make any constructive criticism, because it sounds like the typical Morrowind beginning right now (everyone ends up on the prison boat, have that vision, wake up, go to the office, fill papers, etc). And the story is not entirely original (there are many, many 'sucked into the game/movie or at least have a dream of being in it' fanfics on fanfiction.net, trust me) at this point.

However, I encourage you to write more. Please do not take any offense! You seem to be a good writer and I do not wish for you to give up, so please write more. Hopefully, we will see more of Ryan's personality and what he will do in Morrowind and his adventures.

THx alot mergirl...i didn't know that about fanfic.net though. ummm...im wondering should i change it from 3rd person to 1st person or not? when i get some replys i will decide to rewite some parts or not.

You misspelled "grammatical"

Sorry, I just thought that was strangely funny. Good update, though I have to agree with Mergirl on the dull beginning - been there done that.

Please continue

It depends... Do you feel more comfortable writing in first-person enough to write out the character's feelings? Some people like 3rd person view because it's easier, while others prefer to do 1st person view because it's more personal. It really depends on if you feel like you can write better the characters' personality in 1st or 3rd.

So far, I'm thinking the 3rd person is fitting the story. In 1st person, you may have to work more into the POV of the character and be able to 'act and think' as that character.

Just try the POV you feel more comfortable with, and go with the flow.

Thx for pointing that out THX Mergirl ill think about that.

Not entirely true. First person is easier in that you don't have to worry about other people's thoughts, only the protagonist's. And third person can be just as personal, with the added bonus of being more personal with more than one character. And third person is easier to write descriptive battle scenes in.

(I'm a huge fan of third person, if you didn't notice. )

not bad Neck' Thall

Well, for me, 3rd person is easier in terms of, you do not have to talk and act like the character. In 1st person view, some characters are hard for me to portray in 1st person because their way of thinking (like, for example, a crazy person) is difficult or way too outlandish for me to really describe while keeping in-character. Besides, there are two kinds of 3rd person view, if I remember clearly.

Also, in my opinion, in 1st person, I seem to have a much harder time to organize the character's thoughts without rambling on and on about nothing. Not sure why though, but I prefer 3rd person.

Other writers can easily write in-character of different/difficult characters really, really well without sounding forced in 1st person. (I admire that kind of skill!)

To Neck' Thall: As you can tell, it's really a matter of taste and what you are comfortable with, really. Hope you will update?

Yep - limited and omniscient.

limited is when the narrator doesn't know the thoughts of the characters, and omniscient does.

I though i exaped this with english

Although the start might be considered "generic," you show some skill at writing. You may want to create your own events in Seyda Neen to move away from the standard game script. That is harder, but also more rewarding- you are able to shape the world and the characters in a way that suits your style.

Treydog, thats exactly what my dad told me about the whole game...i should just make up quests and stuff and i already have a few in mind. thx for the compliment and the ideas

You really should try and set your own goals rather than just going by everything that happens in the game. Like your character wants something thats hard to find so he goes off to get it but finds out it's really hard to find and makes it his personal goal. Even if it's not quest related. It's pretty good though...don't get discouraged and keep writing.

Thx everyone but I've decided to continue with third person.

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Ryan walked into a blessedly empty yard that had a rain barrel that looked just about the right size to hide all of his new found loot. Apparently someone else had had the same idea and there was a very ugly ring with a green stone set in the band. Ryan pocketed the ring after stashing his loot. He then walked into the office of Sellus Gravius.

“Now listen lad, I don’t care what you have to say. Just give me your papers. This is unbelievable!!” he shouted after Ryan gave him his papers. “Three prisoners released in three months and sent to the same person!”

“What are you talking about?” Ryan asked.

“Just shut up and take this package to Casius Cosades in Balmora. Take this money too.” Gravius growled. “Now, get out of my sight.”

Bewildered, Ryan quickly obeyed, taking the package and the money before going to the yard to get his loot bag. Then he strode through Gravius’ office as if he belonged there, so as to provoke no suspicion on the sack. As soon as he stepped out to Scyda Neen a very short man, whose pointed ears and short stature practically screamed WOOD ELF, approached him and started complaining.

“I don’t get it! First I lose it when that guard does the “Shake Down Fargoth” ritual and I get it back from a nice Breton who passed through here about 2 months ago. Then I lose it after some one puts a note in my hiding spot that I need to get another. Who ever put that note in there also took my favorite lock pick So I kept it on me and lost I again.” said the already annoying little Bosmer “After that I am given it by an Imperial woman, and now I’ve lost it again! I wouldn’t be surprised if you had it ‘cuz they all came out through there and gave it to me.”

Remembering the ring from the barrel, Ryan brought it out and showed to the Bosmer, thinking As long as I’m stuck here I might as well make some friends.

“That’s it!!! I knew my hunch was right! You are my new best friend. I’ll even tell another friend of my about your kindness.” said Fargoth as he did a little happy dance. “I’ll make sure he give you a discount!! His name is Arrille and he runs the trade house up the street. Now where to hide it…”

Ryan walked towards the building the wood elf had pointed to before he started laughing out loud. Fargoth beat him to it and then rushed back out. When he passed Ryan his smile looked like it would break the confines of his mouth and skyrocket to the moon(s).

Ryan stepped into the trade house and was greeted by a tall yellow skinned elf that had to be an Altmer. The room was small and there where some stairs at the back of it. Up those stairs he could hear the laughter commonly associated to bars with drunken Nords in them (though Ryan had never been in one).

“Hello, you must be Ryan. Fargoth just gave you a wonderful account of your kindness. I know he’s a bit tedious at times but he really is a good fellow.” said the High elf with laughter in his eye. “Now, since you’re fresh off that boat, would you be needing something in the line of weapons or armor?”

“Actually I would like to sell a few things first” said Ryan as he brought out his sack.

Ryan and Arrille got down to haggling, which was make significantly easier by the fact that Arrille liked him. They eventually agreed on 200 septims, after Arrille gave him a full suit of this bone armor called chitin and two steel axes for Ryan to use. Ryan also bought the mortar and pestle that was on a shelf behind the Altmer. After he strapped on his new armor and snapped his new axes onto their places on his back, Ryan stepped outside of the trade house and into the rain.
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Thx for the pestle thing minque umm...i kinda of have an idea were he will go and what he will do but not exactly. WHat i do know is that he will rarely do any quests that are actualy in the game...

good.....Ryan has apparently accepted he´s in the game huh! Now then what will happen to a young boy from our world in the cruel, harsh world of Morrowind....?? how will he react to the things happening to him? I´m very curious I must say.....

Oh...ehh one typo, a rather funny one: it´s pestle...not pedestal.....just a very friendly remark..no offence..

I´ll give you a

good job and let me guess the other two people you mentioned in your story are trey and Minque?

Right on the dot... though i may have to mention locke now too... and Kiln...

Oops.....I was reading too fast..didn´t grasp the mentioning of Serene and Trey....but..I just re-read it and noticed it....yayyyy i feel so special..

Hehe Jonacin can't get mentions because his stroy is set way before this

Umm...I haven't read Jonacin's story can i Have a Link to it?

Here

jonacin´s story

THX minque

Hey- I think I know that "nice Breton." I really am enjoying your style with this- please keep going. By all means, depart from the "in-game" quests- as a matter of fact, being an observer of the "results" of other fan-fics is fun- at least as a part of your story.

Ahem -Oblivion-Just a thought-Konradude's multimilion pound idea....

Here's and Update
Also Konraddude wha do you mean Oblivion?
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Wonderful… thought Ryan as he stepped out of the brightly lit trade house and into the damp and muggy outdoors. This is a great way to start a new…whatever this is… What should I do now?

A female Altmer answered his question just after bouncing into him.

“Ohh, I am so sorry for knocking you down like that here let me help you up,” The tall woman said. “I say, are you another one fresh off the boats? We seem to get a lot of them these days. I would tell you to check the smugglers cave near the stilt strider port, but the arrivals that came before you already cleared it out three times. Although you may want to check out that rogue Ashlander camp that somehow got all the way down here. Its to the west of town, near the foyada.”

“What’s an Ashlander?” asked Ryan wondering if she was hired to just give newcomers something to do. “Are they another race that I haven’t heard about? And what’s a foyada?”

“Ashlanders are a Dunmer subculture from the east of Vvardenfal,” she said. “And foyadas are the paths the lava from the Red Mountain Carves out after it erupts. Now no more questions. Go take care of those Ashlanders so they won’t attack anyone in the area.”

How does she know this? Ryan wondered. Is she like a scout for the empire or just well informed? Regardless, I guess I should check this out.

Ryan began walking out of town to the west and noticed many mushrooms and plants that he somehow knew how to use. He began to harvest some mushrooms that he identifies as Violet Coprinicus and Luminous Russula. He also took some tree-growing fungus known as Bunglers Bane (which he put nowhere near his mouth) and Hypha Facia . After he collected all of the plants in the area he sat down on a rather large, brown boulder on the beach to rest.

Suddenly, the boulder angled up and a claw shot out of the underside and pinched his left leg. Ryan yelped and ripped his axes from their holsters and cleaved the claw off in one blow (which surprised him, because in his past life he hadn’t even seen an axe except in a computer game). The boulder reared up and tried to grab his other leg with another claw, but Ryan dodged it. He then hit the underside of the boulder with a powerful uppercut that flipped to boulder over and revealed that it was actually a giant crab!

This is strange…handling these axes feels completely natural... thought Ryan as he embedded the axe heads in the soft parts beneath the crab. It’s almost like they’re a part of me…

Now that the fight was over Ryan suddenly collapsed on his injured leg causing it even more damage. He did the first this that came to his mind and spoke words in a language he had no idea what was. He stared as the wound began to close and he could almost feel something flowing away from him and into the wound.

What was that? Ryan wondered. As soon as I said those strange words it felt as if something was leaving me, and then the wound just closed! It was like…Magic…
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Nioce.

Would the third arrival happen to be a dunmer inclined to perform acts of unlawful nature by the name of Locke?

Mabey... what is house Dren Btw i know what Indoril does they are ordinators but whats Dren?

Dres are even more criminal than Locke. They're based on the mainland and have a lot of control in the slavetrade. And Indoril aren't just ordinators, they're the house closest to the temple and most ordinators are from their house.

Ohhh...Then he won't be Dren cuz he hates slavery...or he will when he finds out about it...

Heey Neck! He didn´t learn from Serene´s encounter with her first mudcrab huh? She also sat down on one and got pinched...yayy yayy..you young ones..


oh and the mushrooms are spelled

Violet Coprinus and Luminous Russula--........

Thx Minque i fixed them but what was the fourth mush rooms name? I know it started with an H...

As in read topic oblivion.....I only know 3, bungler's bane, violet coprinicus, luminous russala.

Ohh...Unfourtunatly those where the ones i have...

Hypha Facia

Thx BobV Now That iv'e fixed it i'll just wait for more comments...

Here's another Update!
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Magic…that had to be it! Ryan thought. I mean didn’t I tell that Customs Agent that I knew three magic schools? But where did I learn them…Maybe if I concentrate hard I could remember any other spells I know…

This worked for a while, but Ryan was disappointed to lean that he only knew three spells: Hearth Heal, that healing spell he had used, Water Walking, well duh, and Water Breathing.

He started walking up the path to the foyada. As he came near the camp Ryan began to creep quietly towards it. In the camp he saw two of these little huts made of some type of skin and a guard at the entrance to each. Ryan , stupidly, walked to the main road and approached from that way.

“Hello,” Ryan said as he entered the camp. “I’m Ryan.”

“You n’wah!!!” Screamed both of the guards and they rushed at him with raised swords.

Ryan was so stunned that he almost got his head chopped off by the first ashlander, but he managed to get his axe up in time. Then he did an downward strike at each of them, an axe at each. They both put their swords up, but the one on the lefts sword broke and the axe buried itself deep in his left shoulder. Ryan kicked to one that was uninjured in the stomach and put his foot on the others chest and pushed to get the axe out of his shoulder. After he did this he felt a pain in his right arm and turned to find it viciously slashed by the other Ashlander.

Suddenly, completely by instinct, Ryan threw his axe at the Ashlander and followed in after it. The Ashlander blocked the flying axe with his left arm, which became disconnected from his body. He then was looking up at his body falling in front of a very shocked Ryan.

Ryan stood there for a moment and then dropped his axe to the ground and fell to his knees…

What have I done? Thought Ryan.

Ryan had killed before but nothing that was actually was intelligent, but what really disturbed him was the cold calculating way in which he had done it. Ryan got up grabbed his axes and returned to Scyda Neen. The rest of the camp would have to wait for another day.
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Very nice...I'd tell you what I liked best but lightning just started and I gotta go...another time perhaps.