Prolouge

I approached my window, listening to the sound of my feet echoing in the darkness, like a million silloetts that will remain forever in darkness and missery. I opened my window and peered out, but the cool, fresh air did little to aid my spirits. I was a warrior, forever damned to go from town to town, civilization to civilization, with a unquenchable thurst that my spirit longed for to get rid of.

The Daedra had taken everything away from me. . . even my lifelessness. I suffered their slings and hurls, only to be spat on by those who I once called friends. I was nothing. . . just another nameless warrior passing by this world to desperately meet with the one which they called fate.

Chapter One

Night after night, dream after dream, the souls of my victums would visit me. Their voices were so mournful and full of pain and hate. Oh Azura, am I wrong? Was I wrong?

A million times over I had begged for the mercy and accepted apologies to the families and souls I have destroyed, but none ever came. I was cursed, doomed to Oblivion for what I have done, for what i've done is unforgiveable. I used to ask myself why this had to happen to me, why couldn't I have lived a better life, but i already knew the answer to those questions.

People are welcome into Azuras' kingdom if they've committed justifiable acts of murder, like to protect loved one or innocient. I can never be forgivin... I am a murderer of Gods, and that demaned eternal damnednation, without restoration.

I may have been praised by the good people of Vvardenfell for a few years, but they eventually forgot about me, leaving me to rot in the backalleys and gutters like a blighted rat. I can't say I blame them... would I welcome me into my house? Nay, I would banish me from ever setting foot in town.

Chapter Two


Azura abandoned me in the cold, dark clutches of the former gods which I had been ordered by Azura herself to vanquish. Why did she betray me so? She braught me back, centuries after my time of death to free Vvardenfell from the clutches of the Imperial Forces, and restore the land to the people!

I was Indoril Nerevar! I vanquished the invaders from the land and defeated Dagoth Ur! I conqured Red Mountain twice! I destroyed the false gods and captured their souls for her, and she repays me by feeding me to the wolfs! Those were all in the past.... I was nobody now, just a shadowless warrior on a nameless grave.... a memory of times past....

This story is off to a great start. I'm intrigued by your approach, and your depictions of both Nerevar and Azura are fresh and unusual. I'll definitely be watching to see where you take this.

Chapter Three

I took but little solice in the fact that I was the greatest warrior this world had ever seen. Noone could match me, not even Azura herself! Maybe it was my past that damned my future...

During my quest to free Vvardenfell I committed many acts against the people I was sworn to protect. I lied, cheated, stealed and killed from innocient townsfolk.

"The Sin of Pride" the stranger cried, "Is what will do you in!"

Maybe the man was right, but who wouldn't take pride in the fact that you alone saved the world? All I know is I let it get to my head, and it forced me to do some unspeakable acts!

Very good start, as mplantinga said, ingtriguing. I would like to know where this goes.

I'm wondering why every post is a chapter, though...I mean, they seem to flow like a separation of paragraphs, not that of chapters. (not to mention they're really short)

I look forward to reading more

Nice to have you back.

I would lengthen the chapters. Tie your sections together into larger plots so you can do this. Great Style. Can't wait for the next update.

Excellent! really nice story....hmm like Danny and jona said you could do with a little bit longer parts though!

I know but my computer was acting up the day i typed it so i didn't want to risk loosing everythign if the pc restarted itself.

Chapter Four

"This story goes out to all the hopeless sinners with grave allegiances so meaningless and vein! The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders who balance on a rail of pain for just a pale of rain! Everything is barely missed, blood relations and bricks! My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson more than this!

Right now, when its finally time to face my fears, gonna get the hell out of here and create a fresher atmosphere but the consequence is clear theres a furnace set on high and a urning undeprived, now its time to turn the tide, it's social suicide... Like you, perseverance is a useless tool, just a patron on a ship of fools feigning interest to the cast and crew! Shadows entertain the unwanted masses, scholars explain their numb reactions, i don't even know if i can even find truth, but it surely wont come from following you!

Innocents burned alive at the stake, tortured and dumped in nameless graves! Centuries waned, authority died, scattering seeds are patronised! Child molesters and heretics holding secret conference underneath the pontiffs nose, and only Azura will ever know! Give us this day our daily bread and make a scene we'll not forget!

Not long ago, I get the image its so vague, I hesitate to label it a memory.. There was a show of local colour and I felt astray because I had nothing to offer but insufficiency! And you know its a itch when you learn to scratch that itch, a blatant foul ability sooner to some but eventually hope gets pointed in the same direction, while the human masses; with their vague conceptions to obliterate each other with impunity, and you wonder whats in this for me? What should I do now? what should I celebrate? Is it fine that I need a intervention to appreciate? How can I steal a bow on a stage that cares nothing for my happiness wealth and or fate? To another abyss, to no avail, the search is bound to fail! To another abyss, to no avail, so long ago I set sail and it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home! So long ago I set sail!"

That was the last public speech I made, before I went on a quest of my own to find out how to cure this undeniable pain and suffering that burned like wildfire in my heart, and ravaged my soul to obliteration! I made that speech in Balmora, and in Vivec, and I dare not venture back there for some time still, for I most likely have offended devout followers of their false gods that I have ridden from this world.

I think I'll have to read that again if I hope to follow everything that's been packed into this unusually dense installment. Definitely a great installment, which shows careful planning and excellent delivery. I still don't have a good sense of where this story is going (or, for that matter, where it came from), but I think that is part of its unique charm. Keep up the great work.