yes, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic... the story is vaguely based on a Doors song, and has other references to them in this chapter. extra uber-e points if you can point them out. and, pluvia is latin for rain, if the online latin dictionary is indeed correct...
It had been three days since Rosinorm had left his home in Bruma. An adventurer by heart, he desired to explore every inch of Cyrodiil. He had just spotted a town between Lake Canulus and the Panther River when it started to rain. The town was about the size of Bravil. "So, why haven't I ever heard of it?" he pondered to himself. He started to run for the town, hoping there would be a kind samaritan or an inn open. When he arrived, he was met with confusion. All of the houses were dark and without life. He saw no sillouettes in the windows or any smoke from the chimneys. He continued down the road in search for an Inn as the rain began to pick up.
"Wait!!" he heard from a distant voice behind him. "For the love of Akatosh, get inside, quickly!!!" The voice was without a host, as he couldn't find out where the voice was coming from. He took the voice as a prank and continued down the road. Then he blacked out.
He awoke in a warm bed. The house seemed to be modeled after the Cheydinhal houses.
"Where am I?" Rosinorm asked with a hint of pain in his voice.
"That doesnt' matter right now," replied the voice who tried to warn him when he was outside. "All that matters is your safe, somehow."
"What the hell happened out there? One minute, I was walking, the next I blacked out and ended up in this house."
"You were attacked." replied one of the guards.
"By who??" Rosinorm asked in confusion.
"They're known as the Pluvians. They only come out in the rain. Seem to pick on strangers, but for the most part, they're kept us under seige for over 25 years." replied the voice, whose name was Hohner.
"So, why doesn't anyone do anything about them?"
"We'd love to," the other guard began, "But we've searched every cave, ruin, mine within a 2 kilometer radius with no results. We've talked to officials in Bravil and the Black Marsh, and they don't experience anything like it. Sometimes our scouts don't even come back. We'll get a package with a piece of their armor back. So, rather than fight them, we go inside whenever it rains."
Rosinorm looked down and saw a puddle of blood leaking from the sheath of his sword. "Where'd that blood come from? Did I get cut, or hurt someone or something?"
"We didn't see any cuts on you, and by the time we got out there, you were already unconcious. No threat to us. Now that I think about, I could've sworn I saw a small path of blood heading into the woods." Hohner said. Rosinorm, Hohner, and a guard went outside to a clear sky. They all drew their swords. Rosinorm's was drenched in blood.
"Whatever happened there, was no accident. You got something." They cleared the brush, and saw a tall, robed figure with a large wound in his chest. They dragged him into the town center and flipped him over. The man looked like a Dunmer, but his body appeared to be made completely of water.
"You did it," Hohner began, "You actually managed to kill a Pluvian." They took off his robes, which felt wet and fluid to the touch.
"If only we knew where they lived. I might be able to sneak inside and kill their leader, or something" Rosinorm said.
"Well, we do have a chance of finding them." Hohner said. "Aldous Huxley, near the general store, he was kidnapped 3 years ago, but he managed to somehow make it back alive."
Rosinorm and Hohner walked over to Aldous' home. Rosinorm knocked on the door and was greeted by a Breton. "Aldous?" Rosinorm asked. "Yes?" replied the Breton. "We need your help."
and im open to criticism