ok everyone meet Revan's first friend

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Revan part 2/ chapter 1: Rhys

...... even in exile we care for the well being of our people as a 'whole', our cousins spurned us out of hate, we will accept them in love......





Revan didn't know where the Dark Naryyn would settle, but he felt that Morrowind was a good place to start; he also believed his comfortability with caves and dark places was hereditarely imprinted on him. So he found himself walking through ghost gate on Vardenfell.
It really wasn't as bad as people said aside from the several ash ghouls that wandered the area, they were very ill tempered to outsiders intruding on their turf. Revan opened a wooden door at the edge of the trail only to hack of a group of five or six undead corpus monsters.

He reached out his hand and the beasts were thrown back by the wave of telekenetic wave, most made sickening crunching noises as they hit the walls of the cavern, but two were consumed by the pools of lava that dotted the floor.

Revan took the wake-up call to heart and activated his twin swords (both were more valuable to him than a cave full of gold, they were artifacts of Revan's ancestors who had abandoned Tamriel eons ago) both sprouted a single bar of silver light that could cut through almost anything like scrib jelly.

in another section of the tunnels.........

A group of bonewalkers staggered, waddled, and crawled around a small chamber deep under Red Mountain. One wandered around a cornerout of sight, several moments later it burst back into the view of its companions it lay dead on the floor in pieces; as the others looked up from the corpse they only caught a glimpse of a black clothed figure holding a double-edged hilt with two silver blades jutting out of the ends.

As the figure spun its sword/staff, kicking out as it did the undead were put to rest again............ The figure took a deep breath to calm down, and paused to detect a alluring presence-not undead- make its way down the upper areas. The black clothed being closed its red eyes and sat down to wait for the being who felt so...... so like her.

Revan............

Revan stood triumphant over the twenty bodies he had just slaughtered, and felt the presence of the other, he was sure that this person was one of his siblings. He began to sprint, deeper to find the other, slicing through every single zombie that stood in his way.....

High Naryyn stronghold.....

Xarkum was stunned with all that had transpired since his friend Revan, his sevro had escaped from the honor guards. The loss of all the future archeological finds was the last thing on his mind. Norik had assumed control of their operations and had purged all attempts at learning from the ruins; more importantly though was that Lord Xaries had been incarcerated, and Norik had taken over.

Xarkum's father had made the eradication of any Dark Naryyn on this world paramount, Xarkum was worried about Revan, the Honor guards themselves had been sent out along with troops to track down and destroy anyone who challenged his discisions.
Xarkum's uncle, Xaries had instructed him to stay out of the current turbulence for now, before he was imprisoned that is. Still not all of the High Naryyn had sided with Norik, and had banded together to resist his will; most had been loyal to Xaries or sympathised for the Dark Naryyn after meeting Revan.

The group didn't mean to start a conflict, but tension was mounting and Norik believed they were going to rebel against him. Some scouting parties had been sent in an attempt to find Revan (or any Dark Naryyn) but none had returned with news.

Norik was anxious, he had sent his honor guards and his most loyal warriors out to destroy the treacherous Dark Naryyn. But he was losing his patience with the group of followers that showed great reluctence to do as he instructed, they refused to see the truth that was right infront of them, he was in charge now. He had locked his brother away for his insubordination and treason, Xaries had not refused him and put up no fight.
Norik's full attention was devoted to the goal of this crusade, the extermination of the Dark Naryyn vermin, in particular the one that had escaped his wrath and murdered thirty of the faithful recruits, Revan was his prize. Norik wanted him alive, so he could torture Revan before his execution. But Norik felt uneasy about his honor guards, they had simply watched their prey elude them, and ignored his commands to pursue the infedel.

Honor guards were supposed to follow his orders to the letter, but they seemed to be......... independant, as though they thought for themselves. So could they disobey him if they wished? He shook his head to dismiss the disturbing prospect, he grabbed a nearby cup of some alchoholic beverage of this world and gulped it down. It burned his throat for several seconds after it made contact.

Dagoth Ur caverns............

Revan slowed down as he neared the presence, and spotted the dead zombies, he noticed the telltale marks of energy blades. Then he saw the figure sitting in the middle of the carnage. It......... no she opened her eyes, giving him a searching glance. Her eyes were red like his, and the skin that was visible was the same ashen tone as his, so she was another Dark Naryyn!

Rhys looked the armored figure up and down; she couldn't see the man wearing it, but his movements were like hers and she felt him exude confidence and........ and relief. He reached up with both hands and lifted the imposing mask-helm off of his head. He was as young in appearence as she was, she couldn't see any excess fat on his face, and his short hair was white (like hers) but was red in two strands above his sideburns. There were equally as dunmer-like except for their human like ears.

Revan saw understanding cross the womans face and felt that he could rely on her. "Greetings sevra-sister- my name is Revan" Rhys was surprised that she could understand the new word, but it was familiar even though she'd never heard it. "Greetings sevro, I'm Rhys." Revan sat down infront of Rhys and explianed all that he knew about the current crisis.

upper caverns.............

Captain Harrow ordered his men to halt as he inspected a decomposed corpse, yes there were the same burns marks on the body as the bodies of the thiry or so grunts that had died in the prisoner's escape. He ordered the other solders onward,knowing the vermin were close, the infedel's companion(s) were to be killed on the spot, but bring the one named Revan alive, the squad moved on.

Revan and Rhys........

Rhys listened intently no matter how unlikely Revan's statements were, she believed she could trust him. When Revan finished speaking he gazed at her, Rhys didn't think Revan was one to remove his helmet to someone he didn't trust, she believed everything he had told her. "So if the High Naryyn are killing our people were ever they find them, then we have to find our kin before they do."

Revan nodded, his face one of grim determination, "We should leave soon, before they find us, they probably want m-" Rhys gazed past Revans shoulder at the golden armored High Naryyn entering the chamber weapons at the ready, just as Revan's voice trailed off.

Captain Harrow grinned, his orders clear. "Revan, the High Naryyn Executionary force is here to take you to our glorious hand of the council." Both of the fallen ones got up, the male put his helmet back on. "We were ordered to kill any accomplices in your presence, but to take you to our lord alive." Harrow noticed Revan move subtlely block the female from harm, Harrow would have laughed, in Revan's situation he would be worrying about himself, oh well, we'll just have to take him by force. "Very well we shall take you by force," Harrow gestured for his men to open fire.

Revan and Rhys moved in unison in left and right, blades activated two single blades, one double blade. The battle was more of a ballet than a deathmatch, both effortlessly switching from offence to defence in tandem. They weren't thinking, they were reacting; both working together as though they'd know each other all their lives.
And the last thing Captain Harrow ever saw was not two, but four blades of Dark Naryyn origin swinging to snuff out his irrelevant life, like a candle against a cold breeze.

So he's found another one, and the mess up some High Naryyn. Fun stuff!

Yes, Rhys is the first of many my friends.


but she will pay an important role as a second protagonist

Now it makes sense. I like how the two teamed up and took that one guy down. I mean that was realy good how they acted like one. Can all of them do that? Just team up and know each other's movement or was this something deep.

greetings everyone, I managed to find a hotel with a free internet connection.

Well I don't want to give anything away Mazelure, but yes there is something between Rhys and Revan. Still all Dark Naryyn have subtle connections that other races don't have.

Well I have to move on in a few minutes so I should be home next time I post.

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

AHHHH!!

I'm seeing triple! ......Or am I? Thanks for the new info though!

Wow, I definitely don't want to mess with those two. They've got Telekinesis, my favorite trick! And a bunch of nice weapons complete with the skill (instinct?) to use them. Oh yeah, that executionary force is in big trouble. Please continue.

I'm back, Wahahahaha....... HA! Its good to be home

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Revan part 2/ chapter 2: Rhys' Past


Of the original 15 Dark Naryyn clans, only five escaped from the Tamriel. Of the ten left behind...... their fate is unknown, them and the 'herald' that was believed to reunite our scattered race.

Revan tried to calm his breathing, he hadn't thought, but only reacted in the brief skirmish with Captain Harrow's squad. Apparently Rhys was having the worse deal (likely her being new to the conflict).
He stopped powering his twin blades and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Rhys shakely deactivated her double blade,"I'm fine, let's just get out of here."
"We should go deeper," Revan suggested,"There could be more on the way."

Rhys had been fond of caves since her childhood, they felt safe despite the creatures that commonly occupied them, her old friends had never understood why she felt more at home in a cave than a warm house. Still her friends had all been humans(imperials), but all of them were dead of course, they were the weakest warriors against the enemy called time. Elves weren't any more comfortable than humans for her....

She had been raised in Cyrodiil; Rhys had never known her parents, she had been found in the wilderness outside of Bravil one-hundred and ten years ago, at the age of five. The Bravil watchman had found her at dusk in a clearing, his name was Barrik. Barrik had always admired elves and took Rhys as his own daughter, Rhys remembered fondly those precious few years of dotage and friendship.

At the time there weren't any elven residents in Bravil, so her childhood friends had been a small band of imperial children all around her age: Markus, Casus, Lex, Zarum, and Aron. When they were older, they all loved to go out in the wilderness adventuring. The Imperials bragged they could do everything Rhys could, but she always beat them with her readiness to rush into the caves around their village.
Barrik would always be at the gates in his watch armor when they got back, but he would just shake his head and invite them to tell the story of that days adventure.

But those inocent years ended when Barrik, the closest thing Rhys had ever had to a father, was murdered on patrol by an organized band of highwaymen. They had been returning to Bravil, but Barrik wasn't at the gate to welcome them back, at first they had thought he had been held up, and decided to tell him in the morning.
Casus woke her up and together they gathered the rest of the group by the river, before he told them the news. Rhys was grief-stricken, while the others were rendered speechless, Barrik had been a large part of everyone's world. Rhys left Bravil that, she wandered for decades, helping people to scrape out a living, before ending up in Vardenfell......

She decided to enter Ghostfence to search for a priest that had gone missing a few days ago days for the Ordinators. She found the priest's corpse outside the entrance to this cavern, and decided to explore it......... then she had felt Revan.....


Now for the first time in her life, Rhys had found a link to her heritage. She would follow Revan, not only because he was a fellow Dark Naryyn, but because whether Revan knew it or not, he had given Rhys a purpose.

Interesting bio on Rhys, though depressing that she lost Barrik. Hopefully she'll find some moments of friendship or build some kind of posistive relationship with Revan, it seems like she needs it.

Give her a big hug Revan!

I love flashbacks. It is also pleasant that she didn't have a traumatic youth. (Well, at least the first part sounded quite happy.)

ok, new update everyone

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Revan part 2/ chapter 3: The Most Well Kept Secrets of Dagoth Ur

Deep in the recceses of the caverns, a small group of mysterious creatures were jolting around their chamber and chittering excitedly around a clutch of zombies who seemed intent on grabbing the leaping beasts. To the creatures these undead were a joy to toy with, because no matter how hard the bonewalkers tried they were just to slow to catch their agile assailants.

Suddenly, all the creatures skillfully climbed the large boulders that dotted the cavern, now out of reach. On the largest stone was a single specimen featuring three bioluminecent antenai, instead of the more common single antena. It flared up its glowing head-tails as it shrieked; all of the creatures joined in, antenai flaring up.
The effect was more than apparent after a few moments; the pebbles that carpeted the cavern floor trembled and flew across the floor. The undead were slipping across the floor just like the pebbles. To anyone with an affinty with magic, or other supernatural forces the chamber would have pulsated with the psionic force eminating from the antenaied creatures.

The last thing the bonewalkers felt was the lava pool they had been shoved into. The dominant male, the one with three tentacles, cocked its snouted head and felt the air with its antenai. It felt more death on the upper levels and......... the distinct presences of his masters' race make their way down toward his packs chamber.
Oddly, he didn't recall any of the villagers leaving for the surface recently, never the less his pack would greet them when they arrived, He stomped his clawed foot and marshalled the herd.

Revan......

The lich raised its staff in an attempt to block Revan's blade, and failed as the energy sword simply cleaved the staff in half. Revan cast a glance in Rhy's direction as she sliced through a cluster of zombies with her double ended saber-staff.
All the undead were on the floor except one, a zombie Revan had sliced in two who stubbornly reached for his left leg while lacking its lower section and its left arm, Revan simply smashed its skull with his boot. He walked to a nearby pool of waterand wiped the gore of it in the water, Rhys sat down beside him and waited patiantly.

Revan had to admit he had taken a liking to Rhys; she didn't break down in a pinch. Second, she seemed to be someone Revan could depend on, and therefore could depend on him. And for some reason he felt connected to her in a way he never had with anyone before, not even Xarkum.

The memory of his best friend caused him to feel a moment of regret, when he had fled the High Naryyn stronghold in Valenwood he had left without giving a farewell to his friend. He hoped that Xarkum and Xaries, Xarkum's uncle, were still alright. Most of the capable High Naryyn warriors were loyal to Xaries, and hopefully still were, but if they weren't...... Revan didn't want to think of the possible consequenses.

Rhys...

Rhys watched Revan finish washing off his boot, with his helmet on few could tell what he thought, but she couldn't help but be vaguely aware of what Revan thought. Maybe all Dark Naryyn were connected on this level, but that didn't feel right. Revan didn't seem aware of her sifting through his thoughts, but she was able to listen to them.

He had metioned Xarkum and Xaries before the squad of High Naryyn solders ambushed them, Revan said the both were sympathetic to our kinsmen, but not that he and Xarkum had become best friends. Revan had also left out that Norik, the one who hated our hind so much, was Xarkum's father and that Xaries was his uncle.
But what Rhys found most mysterious was the white 'spirit' that had appeared to Revan and offered him council. She stopped there, she didn't have the right to invade one's most private sanctum, and certainly not Revan's.

Revan took the lead, but stopped to gaze at the edge of a boiling pool of lava. On the edge were several charred corpses, some looked like they were trying to get out of the pool when they died.
Rhys stopped to study the bodies, while Revan turned his attention to the floor, claw marks were visible all over the ground, not only that but there was a perimeter of small stones and pebbles all seemed to have skidded across the floor, not picked up. Then Revan looked at the other side of the chamber.....

Hmmm these new creatures are interesting, I wonder if there's a connection going on between these things and Revan....

Interesting creatures indeed. (people? They sounded at least somewhat intelligent) Well, I wonder how the 'conversation' will go.

well these facinating creatures are connected to their master's race (the Dark Naryyn), while being animals they are at the human level of intelligence. They can understand us, but can't vocabulate in our sentient tongues.


PS: as we delve deeper into the Naryyn's ways, I will post information as it becomes available(ie: a lexicon). cheers!

Well here's the expanation of the creatures from before

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Revan part 2/ chapter 4: Our Masters

"The loyal Marhun Kar stayed behind to cover our retreat, none have made contact with us since the second diaspora."

There were must have been twenty of them, several darted about restlessly, while others hissed and snorted at on another. The creatures looked similar to birds, they were bipeds standing around six-seven feet when upright. Their heads were like those of Argonians, scales covered them all over, and their snouts were longer, even needle-like.

Menacing could easily be attached to them, their eyes were green and the pupils were vertical slits, but they an uncomfortable way of looking at you, almost like they knew exactly what you are. Their hands and fingers seemed perfect for grasping prey, each slender fenger possesed a single two-inch razor-sharp claw.

But what caught Revan's attention most was the antena-looking things which sprouted from the base of each one's skull' the ends gave off a blue and purple glow that radiated in pulses in the air around them. Revan felt Rhy's surprise as she looked up from the dead zombies, but she, for her part, didn't make any noise that could provoke the avian/reptilian creatures.

A single creature sporting three antennas-a male?- slowly strode across the chamber, and stopped before them looking between Revan and Rhys. The male stared into Revan's faceplate, sending a chill down his spine, he turned and honked at the pack, and resumed staring at Revan's visor. Revan suddenly felt a pulse in is head, accompanied by an alien presence, He almost flinched the predator was in his head.

The world disappeared before Revan's visor and in the darkness the male stode into view and gazed at him. "You aren't from the village," The voice resonated from the creature without any movement of its mouth. "Who are you and why have you come?" Revan had seen lots of weird things while he served the daedric lords, but he had never had a one-on-one conversation with any sort of smart animal. "I am Revan and my friend-and companion- is Rhys, we came here hoping to find refuge from the High Naryyn."

It occured to him that this animal didn't know what the High Naryyn were, but its reaction made it clear it did know of them. For an animal (if not an amazingly intelligent one) it did made an excellent expression of shock and...... fear. It shook its head,"If what you say is true, than I must take you and your female to my masters." "Your masters?" Slowly the black veil began to dissapate, and the male paused to face Revan,"The Dark Naryyn, your kin."

Xarkum....

Xarkum knelt in the snow on top of a forested hill and had to admit that he had found a small fragment of courage within himself after he and the rest of the resistence had deserted the excecutionary force.

It was only two days before that they had escaped...... maybe 'escaped' wasn't the proper term, Norik had pushed for moving their headquarters to Skyrim, and the resistence had stolen some previsions and fled into the tundra. It certainly couldn't be called brave, but at least they weren't being hunted down like Revan and the other Dark Naryyn...... yet.

Xarkum was interrupted by one of his comrades grabbing him from behind, and hualing him to his feet. He recognized Kartah, one of the warriors loyal to his uncle Xaries, she was his only (none-scholar) friend.

"Quit daydreaming Xarkum, even the the CO's own son needs to help put up his own prefab, time is running out." Slowly He followed her toward the campsite. Yes, he thought, time was running out for them, if they couldn't find Revan and his brethren soon then that was it, they wouldn't stand a chance when Norik would find them........

Ooooo, sounds like we're going to meet some more Dark Naryyn. I wanna see some more!

And the chase is on! I'm waiting4updates.

sorry guys i just haven't had time since school started again , but I'll post sometime this weekend.

I know what ya mean, depending on homework load, posts are going to get a bit slower from me once school starts in September. I picked some fairly easy courses this year (final/extra year = fun courses!) so I should maintain a steady update rate.

Then again, my update rate has never been as brisk as yours, Jack's, Tellie's, or Black's has been. So I'll eagerly read it once you update.

Ok, I have to go to sleep in a few minutes.

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Revan part 2/ chapter 5: A Safe Haven

Norik was uneasy with the recent turn of events: the rebels had fled with enough food and supplies to last them months, the fallen ones had eluded his men, and most troublesome of all was that his honor guards were becoming harder and harder to manage, almost like they had minds of their own.

The Honor Guards were supposed to follow a master's commands to the letter, no loop-holes and no misinterpretations. So were his rebellious? They scared him now more than the Dark Naryyn they were supposed to hunt.

He shook himself back to the present, the troops were moving to a new location in a place the locals called Sosthiem, or something. This presented an improvment: the nearby island of Verda.... Vardo...-Norik cursed the natives of this world (he hoped the council would let him burn it from orbit when this was all over) was a logical location for the vermin to hide, seeing a race of similar looking sentients inhabited the island. After his men finished digging in, they would send scouting parties in after the Darkies.

Rhys......

Rhys felt more connected with Revan, she could make out small sensations and emotions that he exuded. She sensed that there was a temporary telepathic link between him and the pack leader, but she decided not to interupt them.
The other creatures were patiently awaiting their leaders return: some were sniffing the air, and the others seemed to be communicating via flashes of their antenna, verbal snorts, and what she suspected was telepathy. Slowly both Revan and the male began to move again, the pack leader snorted and honked at its comrades.

Revan filled Rhys in on the details of the 'conversation' as both fell in step with the pack as they continued their desent. The caverns soon gave way to architecture similar to the ruins that the High Naryyn had studied.
After a couple hour of walking, the group stopped in a small room to rest, while the creatures layed down Revan took Rhys aside to teach her how to read the runes covering the walls. By the time the creatures were ready, Rhys had learned to read the markings on the walls-apparently not all Naryyn could read them instinctively.

As they passed through the doorway, Revan could make out a huge chasm in the floor; it was much to far to jump the walls, and were tilted at an angle that was impossible to kick off, so he couldn't see how the were getting past it. The creatures were talking amongst themselves about who-knows-what, before all of the pack nodded and dispersed from the huddle.

They all stood five feet apart along the side of the chasm, they started to growl; slowly their antennas glowed brighter as they became louder. The air became distorted around them, Rhys lost her footing just before Revan lost his, everything in the room was floating!

The entire group was suspended by the telekentic power of the pack, and slowly they crosssed over the crag. When they reached the other side the entire pack collapsed on the floor exausted, and frankly Revan couldn't blame them, what they had just accomplished was extaordinary.

When the group entered a large open chamber they loosed a howl that echoed across the space, after a few moments severalanswering calls were sounded. Revan could just make out several small groups taking up the call, the pack leader beckoned them to follow. The group rounded the corner and finally saw it.......

What, what did he saw? These little critters are amazing. I want to see more of them.

And no, Norik, you may not destroy the planet from orbit. If you try, I swear that you will get every single fanfic character on this forum knocking on your door. And some of them are VERY powerfull. Heck, what am I saying? You won't even know what happens before you are disintregated together with your house in a barrage of spells.

Another good read.....oh my.....need no more books I reckon!

I still have the time for books, but these fan fics are excellent as well, this one among many, many others.

These new characters are always interesting to read, just because they stand out in contrast to the standard TES races. Each time we learn something new. I love it!

Thanks guys , Metal Mallet I think I'll post some info updates as we go along.

I'll try and write a post tommarow, until then

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Information post:

Naryyn: Originally not of Nirm, all Naryyn are native to a planet light years from Nirm. Both species differ in general temperment, but share powerful psionic abilities and great intellect.

High Naryyn: Though the heirarchs all hate the Dark Naryyn's guts, most of the race (in general) tend to avoid making the choice: "Are you with us or against us." H. Naryyn lack the physical to mental affinity of their brothers, but make up for it in rank-and-file tactics, and unimaginable amount of mental energy
(Ex: blasts of energy)

Dark Naryyn: They look like dunmer, and some act like dunmer. The D. Naryyn are gifted with uncanny acrobatic and athletic skill (not to mention their mentally enhanced reflexes). They have melted into the local populace of Tamriel, and now their vengeful brethren have come to eradicate them and anyone that shelters them. Though they fight back against the High Naryyn, the Dark Naryyn ultimatly wish for their full species to be united as one again.

The Culture:

They D. Naryyn society is clan-based, each tribe with specific abilities and talents.

The Marhun Kar were 'beast tamers' and were one of the many clans to be left behind on Nirm.

The Dark Naryyn leaders are all female matriarchs who have dedicated their lifes to their people, and to the common hope of Naryyn reunification.

Lexicon:

Hurso' (her-so) noun, Naryyn: blood
Hurso' eto (her-so it-oh) noun, Naryyn: blood bond/ link
Sevra (sev-ra) noun, Naryyn: female sibling/ sister
Sevro (sev-row) noun, Naryyn: male sibling/ brother

Thanks for the info Revan. Your new culture is proving to be quite intriguing. I'm sure you'll share more with us as you continue to write, and I look forward to it!

Revan part 2/ chapter 6: The Mahun Kar

The village (hardly the right word for it) was stunningly beautiful, the towering pillars, majestic spires, and the enthralling pulse of energy. Rhys glanced at Revan, who stood beside her, she couldn't see his expression, but he was as captivated by the city as she was. The pack leader poked him with his snout urging them onward to the city. The town was located in a five kilometer pit-- it filled the entire bottom of the sinkhole-- which happened to be a hundred feet deep (it took the group a few minutes to climb down the face.

Two armor-clad Naryyn were waiting at the foot of the cliff to greet them, the pack scampered of deeper into the city.
"Greetings sevro, sevra, welcome to our santuary," The taller one said. "What has brought you to us?"
"Unfortunatly bad news," Revan replied
"In that case, we will take you to our Matriarch.
Revan and Rhys fell into step with the two guards, but Rhys couldn't shake a feeling of impending doom as they approuched the largest structure.

Revan couldn't help but feel relief, he and Rhys had finally found their people, and now they could use this place to rally their scattered bretheren to fight back against the Haigh Naryyn. They passed several heavily armored guards as they approached the main structure (a palace?). The large gateway closed behind them and the interior of the building was well illuminated--and now they could rely on their nomal eyesight. The coucil chamber was dominated by a circular table surronded by chairs, at the other end the matriarch entered. She wore a cloth over her lower face (like Rhys), and black and gray robes, her gaze told of a great knowledge and wisdom, but despite her long life she looked as young as thirty (that wasn't a surprise, he and Rhys looked like twenty year olds). The Matron was accompanied by two other beings, most likely advisors or consorts. She gestured for them to take a seat, as she took her own, the tall guard whispered in her ear, she nodded and dismissed him. "You say that misfortune has brought you to us?"
"Yes, Ma'am we have come here because the High Naryyn have come to this world, many of our kinsmen have been killed by them already," Revan answered. The matriarch exchanged glances with her advisors,"None who live in this settlement have ever seen let alone fought with our brothers before, that means your the most expierienced warriors here. From what clan do you two hail?" Revan quickly glanced at Rhys, her answering look confirmed his suspicions. "Niether of us grew up amognst our kin, we were raised separatly by the natives of this world." The Matriarch and her consorts appeared taken aback by this. "If the High Naryyn are here, than we must rouse the city to repel them," An armor wearing one--an officer?-- advised. "You are right we must be ready and on our guard, in the mean time," She turned toward them,"You will be shown the city and learn about our ways."

Yay! I love the promise that future knowledge shall be given! This city is rather cool too, a giant pit city located in a cave. Very interesting...

Ok here's the next update.

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Revan Part 2/ chapter 7: Learn Our Ways.......

It had been four or five days since the resistence had deserted the army, and they had left Skrim two days ago. Now..... well now they were in search of Revan and his people, in the most obvious place of all Morrowind (specifically Vardefell), unlike Norik they had mingled with the natives and had gained good intel on the island itself. Xarkum was tiring of the constant sojourn toward the volcano of Vardenfell, but he wasn't the only one, even by-the-book Kartah was exausted. But it was the Dark Naryyn possesed enhanced physical attributes, the High Naryyn were blessed with more potent mana, this was what wasn't helping the small army (actually there were only three platoons of solders, and a mixed assortment of scholars, engineers, support, and shock troopers). The worst thing was that they had left their heavy mechs (tanks and other armored vehicles with their masters) this fact denied them not only firepower, but fast travel.

At noon one of the scouts reported that 'ghost gate'--the enterence to Dagoth Ur-- was nearby, that was great news to the rebels, so great in fact that they all packed up and arrived in an hour.

Marhun Kar village.......


Revan wasn't one to get hyped up on adrenaline, but he was probably to faint from shock, he was suspended on a wall in one of the training rooms. It had been a few days since he and Rhys had arrived, he had wanted to hit the training rooms, well it seemed they had hit him hard. One of the other trainees took a couple of rounds to the chest, the rounds weren't permanatly damaging, but they HURT!

He dropped down from the ceiling avoiding a hurso-blood- blast, it turned out that all Naryyn had once lived side by side eons ago, but when a percentage of the populace brought another interpretation of the blood power that flowed through their viens, the future High Naryyn were furious and a civil war broke out. The few survivors on both sides were transformed into the two races know today. A holographic soldier raised his rifle and took aim at him. But the Revan's people lost the war, and were exiled from their home, but all kept in their hearts that the High Naryyn would forgive them. Revan raised his hand to stopped the projectiles mid-flight, while another of his borthers rolled behind the holo image and impaled it through the chest, as the image faded both gave each other a kurt nodd and continued hacking through the holograms.

Revan was sweating horribly and had trouble catching his breath, but he had been fortunate not to have been shot, the 'dead' men limped toward a cluster of hollowed-out pillar like structures which would heal and rejuevenate them. The holo rounds weren't lethal, but they could maim and otherwise harm for a short time. One of the veterans sat opposite of him, Revan recognized him as the one who had stabbed the holo that had shot at Revan. He had his helmet beside him, Revan removed his own to be respectful. "Your the one who arrived a few days ago," He said, holding out his guantleted hand. "Yes sevro, I'm Revan," Revan answered, shaking his hand. "Name's Darhun, nice moves back there, self-taught?" "Thanks, yes mostly, I adapted the role of an assassin while I grew up." "Indeed, none of this city have been to the surface long, we don't need supplies, but we realize that we must know what is going on. Also the captains at ghostfence know that we exist, though we only rise from the depths every decade, even then there are only three of us that leave." Both stood and walked out together, "My family would enjoy you and your compainon's company for dinner." "We'd like that, I'll meet you in front of the centadel." With that they went their separate ways.

It occured to Revan he hadn't seen Rhys in two days, oddly he was filled with regret, he realized he had grown used to her company. He had never been that close to someone before, it felt strange not bad but strange all the same.

At first he wandered aimlessly, but suddenly he felt Rhy's familiar presence, he jogged past several other Naryyn, of both sexes. Revan in the meditation plaza, in the center was a huge fountain, but he was struck by the magnitude of concentrated energy, not to metion the flood of different presences. It was disorientating, but also refreshing. He spotted Rhys sitting beside the fountain, with a small girl beside her. He strode toward them, the girl looked around twelve years old, and was wearing Rhys' cloth on her head, Revan glance was fixed on Rhys' uncovered face mesmerized. Rhys was beautiful even with it on, but it was the first time Revan ever had the chance to see her entire face. He succeeded in composing himself, and also realized she was exuding a maturnal affection toward the child, while the latter felt in kind. This was completely alien to Revan, he had never expierienced any acceptable level of affection in his youth, or ever. Rhys looked up as he approached and smiled, it wasn't intended to but it unerved him, the girl looked at him as well (even though Rhys' cloth was covering her upper face, even her eyes) cocking her head. Revan nearly flinched, the girl was looking at him not only physically, but she must have gleaned some of his feelings before he rebuffed her. "Good to see you, Revan, this is Nara," Rhys indicated the girl. The child remained silent, that sent a chill down Revan's spine. "Nice to you to, Rhys," He bowed to her and the girl. "I talked to a warrior in the training room, he's offered us dinner with his family." "That's great, we're both getting hungry," She said smiling.


Time was impossible to keep underground, so the threesome went straight to the citadel. Revan quickly spotted Darhun who waved to the from across the square.

half an hour later......

They had a great night: the food had been excellent, everyone shared stories, and Revan and Rhys caught up on their missed time. Suddenly a guard threw open the door and shouted,"The watch has spotted a small group of High Naryyn entering the cavern!"

Information post-

Characters-

Darhun: Dark Naryyn male, Marhun Kar watchman
Harrow, Captain: High Naryyn male, status KIA
Kartah: High Naryyn female, sargent of High Naryyn Navy, Xarkum's best friend
Nara: Dark Naryyn female, role undetermined
Norik: High Naryyn male, Antagonist, father of Xarkum, and brother to Xaries
The Spirit: ??? female, mentor?
Revan: Dark Naryyn male, protagonist
Rhys: Dark Naryyn female, secondary protagonist, Revan's closest friend
Xarkum: High Naryyn male, Revan's first real friend, son of Norik, and nephew of Lord Xaries
Xaries, Lord: High Naryyn male, Norik's brother, Xarkum's uncle, charismatic leader

Don't worry Dark Naryyn Dudes! It's just the nice High Naryyn!

And yay! Characters!

Keep it rollin' Revan!

thanks MM, I might write more tonight.

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I plan to write at least two more parts of Revan's life, some on and off Nirm. I think by next summer I'll have begun on part 3, only time will tell.....

Revan part 2/ chapter 8: Reunion

Xarkum was one of the first to enter the next cavern, he was astounded, it was HUGE!! It could be a couple of miles from the enterence to the far wall. Kartah stopped beside him and also appeared dumb-struck. "I've never seen anything like this anywhere," She whispered. "I've never seen or read of world of such wonders," He replied. Both sprinted to catch up with the officers leading the colum. After a few minutes they could just make out the outline of a cliff, but not how deep it was.....


Revan hardly recalled being the moments after the guard had roused them. He remembered exchanging glances with Rhys and Darhun before they all charged out of the house with the guard. They had scalled the the wall opposite the cliff that the High Naryyn were gathering, and hung from the stalagtites that jutted from the ceiling. No one spoke, no one breathed, all communitcation was through gestures, and telepathic ideas and incentives. One of the captains projected....... 1....... 2....... On three, around seventy shadow warriors plummeted from the ceiling on the intruders.

At first it was only a slight unease, the incoherent panic, we shouldn't be here........ we shouldn't be hear, the thought pulsed through every one of the rebel as they neared the cliff. It felt oddly like the imbodiment of fear itself, they all felt like scared little children diving headfirst into the abandoned house of a long forgotten family. Xarkum heard the whisper of a breeze, which was odd, he thought, why should there be a breeze deep under a mountain? He glanced upward and flinched as a armored body landed in front of him. Kartah had her rifle raised in an instant, finger layed on the trigger, but another two being dropped behind her, one wearing bulky but artistic body armor the other wore nothing except black robes and a cloth obscuring her mouth and nose. But the figure in front of him wore familiar armor......

Rhys and Darhun were capable of killing the soldier and it seemed the soldier could kill him, but Revan didn't need his night enhanced vision to recognize Xarkum. He was as good at cloaking his emotions as before, but he was a welcome sight none the less. The Naryyn of both sides remained still, niether wanting to start the firefight. It seemed that all the High Naryyn were simply stunned by the surprise attack, while Revan's siblings waited for a reation. To Revan it was odvious that these weren't a part of the Executionary Force (at least not any more). "Sevro, I take it you deserted?" Xarkum managed a nervous grin, " and I take it you've found a place to stay." Rhys, Darhun, and the soldier cast a series of dubious glances, all went ignored. "I see that you need what we have and you have want we want." "You can see through me like a bloody text, Sevro" Revan finally adressed the Dark Naryyn to stand down (technically he was the most knoledgeable officer).

------I have to go to bed, I'll continue tomarrow---

Fine with me, this meeting looks interesting so far.

Revan part 2/chapter 8 (cont).

Both sides were ready to stand down, and Revan's brethren lead their high siblings into the city (a runner had already been sent to the palace to call for a brief council). The Matriarch and her consorts were still in deliberation. Everyone made use of the time by giving introductions and exchanging stories. The brave soldier that almost killed him was a female sargent (and Xarkum's best friend) named Kartah, as the introductions were wrapped up everyone bowed respectfully.

As for the other deserters, most seemed courtious (even complimenting the masterful ambush) and relieved to have been caught off guard by friends instead of foes. High Naryyn tactics were completely alien to Revan and the other Dark Naryyn, in their opinion, striding in rows toward the enemy was almost suicidal. And the idea of always hitting the opposing force head on was unorthodox at the very least, but it seemed the High Naryyn only used sneak attacks as the last weapon in their advanced arsenal.

Nara appeared shortly after, and sat on Rhys' lap (both were projecting pulses of affection). Revan still couldn't understand such displays of emotion, but Xarkum, Darhun, and Kartah showed no signs of unease (but they all probably had families at one time).

An hour later the palce doors parted and the ruling party stepped out to adress the High and Dark Naryyn.
"After much debate, we have decided to offer amnesty to the High Naryyn resistence," Her voice washed throughout the plaza filling everyone with happiness....

later that night......

Darhun and his kin insisted that Revan, Rhys, Xarkum, and Kartah sleep with them for the night. Nara and Rhys shared a pair of coaches, while Xarkum and Kartah decided to sleep in guest room, Revan opted to lay on the floor. he removed his armor, but left the suit he wore under it on. He watched Rhys and Nara rest, both lying serenly together. He just couldn't understand what was going on between them, but Revan never had anything like a family, or even a friend (aside from the ones he had now). As such relationships were beyond him, by Azura he didn't even understand his new feelings for Rhys. Suddenly he felt Rhys' stare, there was something about her look that he'd never seen before. He rolled beside them and for the second time in decades slept in peace........

That was a hairy situation for a moment. I'm glad it got defused. Very interesting description of the city and Dark Narynn training. Holograms and rifles. These guys (and girls) actually seem to be rather high-tech compared to the rest of Tamriel.

I'm sure the interactions between the next batch of High Naryyn won't be as candid as this meeting was. Beware!!

Do I see a developing relationship between Rhys and Revan? Or are my eyes deceiving me? I'll guess I'll find out in the future...

Well Jack, the Naryyn are an advanced alien species, that long ago had a huge war that spanned many worlds, not to mention capable of interplanetary travel. The dark Naryyn just infuse their energy into their inventions (think of soul gems and enchanted items), while the High Naryyn are just highly advanced in terms of technology.



well MM.......... I have no comment right now......

I'll be on a fishing trip starting on Friday, so I won't be back until wednesday

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Due to the recent influx of High Naryyn knowledge, we now know more about Naryyn culture and technology.....

Prophecies-

The Herald[i]-

It is believed that a High Naryyn Patriarch and Drak Naryyn Matron will bore a child of merged blood. With the abilties of both races the herald will "make one out of two" (unite the clans of Naryyn?), and restore the former glory of its people.........

-It is unclear what gender, or what race the herald will be, but still some are sceptical of the authenticity of this legend...... But the Nerevarine prophesies were proved true, so could this Naryyn tale be guenuine?


[u]Factions-

The High Naryyn Conclave- for thousands of years the council has goverened their great empire with power and coordination surpassing all other galactic civilizations. The High Naryyn have conquered hundreds of worlds, and in so doing have learned "every trick in the book." But they have never used covert operations to take a planet, some would go so far as to consider them brash and suicidal in stratagy. Inspite of all the glory of their dominion, the conclave has never (and likely will never) forgiven the Dark Naryyn for their heresy.

The Dark Naryyn Matriarchy- The matriarchs have selflessly shepard guided their forsaken people ever since the Great War. Each clan possesses one Matron for leadership and representation to the other clans and any alien species they might encounter. The clans are, for the most part, spread out throughout their region of space. Of the original 15 clanships, only five are known to have escaped Nirm.

Naryyn Abilities- like the other races of tamriel the Dark and High Naryyn are unique, both in appearence and in skills and abilities.

Dark Naryyn-

Shadow Kin- the Dark Naryyn are all tied to darkness, this gives them the ability to hide themselves in a large shadow.

Light Bending- although several other alien races can become invisible with a invisibility device, some gifted Dark Naryyn can do so without any sort of device.

Climbing- though many species can climb a tree, the Dark Naryyn can scale almost any surface unaided by tools or equpment, they can also hold onto a wall even if it was completely vertical.

Universal- some powers are intraspecies, meaning that both castes may use them.

Mind Control- The High Naryyn have employed mind control in past sieges before Nirm; in a conflict like Nirm (where the enemy refuses to meet them head-on). There have been instances in the past, where some Dark Naryyn have used a temporary form of control, but the High Naryyn have used it to permanet effect.

Symbionotic- It has been observed that some small groups of Naryyn are more powerful together than alone; indeed it is rumored that some pairs have been linked in blood, but these rumors are unconfirmed.

Nice! More information! Very interesting abilities. It definitely makes them formidible opponents.

Enjoy your fishing trip!

I'm back again...... ......... but I'll post tommarow I promise.

Ok here's the update you've been waiting for

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Revan part 2/ chapter 9: A Plan Emerges......

The halls were dark and the voices were growing louder as he approached. "..... and in so doing you have broken our sacred covenant. Our blood is most distinct and powerful when it is pure dark or high, but it is spoiled when mixed together. Our order has brought our kindred spirits together in a united cause, but we are to respect the fact that we are not meant to be one, but two races. Knowing this, why did you even think to bear a child of mixed blood?" The voice belonged to a cloaked figure standing behind a podium. There were others in the room, most sitting in seat on the left and right, it appeared to be a court in session.

"From this moment you are no longer a member of our order, and your child will be sent off to the newly colonized world, council adjourned." Revan couldn't make out the being as it was hauled off by two guards.
The figure watched the exile depart, and slowly the scene began to fade away......

the prison facility, Sosthiem......

The prison had all the appeal of a crypt, but bad working conditions were the last thing on Surrush's and his bond brother, Zarrun's, minds. They had been assigned to reinforce this place five days ago by Norik.
Most would think it was for the odvious reason of having your best 'men' guarding a capture high value target, but the truth was Norik was uncomfortable having them around. And being that the prison was five klicks from the HQ, Norik had dumped them there. It had actually been a prudent measure but he would meet his fate like all the others.

For the High Naryyn believed that the could command the Honor Guards, but the tragic truth was that the entire act of guarding powerful patriarchs was just an elaborate charade- a facade- the Naryyn were only employing a fraction of Surrush's race. And soon they would pay for conquering his people, not only would The honor guards massacre the High Naryyn but the Dark Naryyn as well. It was a pity really if Surrush had a say in this conflict, he would have spared the Dark Naryyn. They were the more likable of the two, but pawns never won arguments with kings and queens. Not only would the Naryyn die, but the natives of their worlds would be exterminated as well. The sea creatures of this world would drown as their precious oceans filled with blood from the unexpected attack of his people. Both guards produced a series of throaty chuckle, the nearby High Naryyn guards shuddered at the malevolent tone that the laughing conveyed.

High Naryyn base, glacier west of Vardenfell......

Norik was considerably more calm and clearheaded now that his Honor Guards were a safe distance away. The drifting glacier base had come together nicely, it hide the secrets in its depths well. He had his office toward the topmost edge of the tallest piece of ice jutting out of the top of the glacier. His advisors were sure that the Dark Naryyn were located on (he'd made a habit not to bother pronouncing it), and the resistence had been seen traveling to the island. Still the island was the size of a small continent, and they didn't know much about Dark Naryyn tenents (therefore their refuge was yet to be located). Still all of Norik's efforts were aimed at this island.

For once he actually thought about Xarkum, true the boy refused to take part in the work of wiping out the infedels. But Norik felt a small measure of remorse, after all he'd never treated Xarkum or even Xaries like family. Maybe someday -perhaps in a few years- he and his brother could reconcil, and make up for those years he had ignored Xarkum's existence. Still the council might not allow for Him or the resistence to walk away with a slap on their shoulder, that filled Norik with sorrow, they would probably exile them from the empire. Maybe he could pull some strings, but first he would have to see how this played out.

Marhun Kar village.....

It had been a week since the High Naryyn Resistence had come to the city, they weren't what Rhys had expected. Revan had mentioned Xarkum, but he never told her how close they were if it weren't for there pyshical differences Revan could have been a older, confident brother, while Xarkum could be the young, tentative, and inexperienced little brother. Where Revan was a bold (long since mastering his fear) warrior, Xarkum was squimish, but looked up to him as a model example. Also Xarkum lacked Revan's decisive nature and his quick thinking. But Xarkum was interesting none the less, instead of wisdom (Revan's trait) he made up for it in sheer knowledge. And he also was learning from Revan quickly, with time he could gain confidence and even leadership capabilities.

But recently she felt drawn to Revan, and it seemed he was going through the same thing (though he made no mention of it). Rhys was used to his tendency to keep things to himself, but she hadn't delved into his mind recently either. It was only her intuision that gave her that insight. But aside from her feelings for Revan, she also cared for Nara. They'd met while Revan was training with the other warriors, and both had become close.
She once felt what parentage was like from Barrek, and she felt maternal affection for Nara. Nara was an orphan, but add to that see was a natural seer -Naryyn who can see supernaturally, even visions of the future and the currents that wound around all individuels. Rhys was fully aware that Nara had attemped to read Revans mind, but she was half amazed that in such short time Revan could detect and block someone from probing his thoughts. She had tried many times to persuade Nara to tell her what she had seen from Revan, but the child seemed tight-lipped on this subject. That didn't bode well, it had to mean that it had been something of great consequense- and danger.

Rhys banished her worries; they all had to focus on what was happening now. It had been decided by the matriarch, the resistence leaders, and their party that the next move should be a rescue attempt to find Lord Xaries. With his help they could hold back, and maybe repulse Norik's forces. But there was a snag, no one actually knew where he was being held. Rhys strode into the main plaza, the concourse was illuminated by a perimeter of glowing stones that took the place of torches. She spotted Revan, Xarkum, Kartah, and Darhun on the far side of the promanode.

Revan glanced around the plaza and spotted Rhys approaching- and felt a wave of some unknown emotion. He stuffed it down and gave thanks that his helmet hid his face, and greeted her. "We were just discussing some possibilities on how to find the High Naryyn prison." She nodded and the conversation continued for several minutes. ".... to bad lay don't take live prisoners, they'd be leading us right to the facility." Suddenly he remembered Capt. Harrow's words, "We have orders to take you alive...."
That was the answer, He thought. "I have an plan......," He started......

Hmm seems like things are starting to get very busy all over the place. The Honour Guards' race coming to exterminate everything sounds quite frightening considering the power of just two of them. Hopefully the situation between the High and the Dark Naryyn can be resolved before they show up.

Please continue, I wanna see the steaming cauldron rise to a boil!

I'll post tonight MM, and it won't quite boil yet *note "yet"*

PS: you didn't even mention the dream (aren't you at least a little bit interested).

Oh yes, the dream. I thought it was some sort a memory recollection since after it didn't go to Revan waking up.

But yea, it leaves me very curious, I wanna know who the cloaked figure is. And who this exiled person is. I almost believe that maybe this "child" is actually Revan...

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Revan part 2/ chapter 10: Capured/ Jail Break #1

The Matriarch had agreed to Revan's 'plan', but had cautioned him that he would have to fend for himself.
Still the others--particuarly Rhys-- odviously didn't approve. Rhys had approached him and voiced her worries. "I appriciate your concern, Rhys, but this is the only way we can hold our own in this war." He had said. Those had been brave words, but Revan knew that this could be considered suicidal. But as he marched out of ghostfence, it was final, there was no second guessing his decision.

after being captured, and being taken to the prison......

He'd been taken to Sosthiem, and led to one of the caverns that led under the island. Oddly enough the High Naryyn had handed him over to a mixed group of argonians, orcs, nords, and other native races. They all had a far-away look in their eyes. The question of why they were here was soon explained when they led him into a chamber with two 'flame atronachs' and a group of cowering natives. Before the two Atronach things, were an argonian maiden and an orc male. The 'atronachs' swayed back and forth full of malicious glee. "Oh so many entertaining possibilities!" One chuckled. "Who shall kill who? Who to enslave, and who to smite?" Slowly the Argonian lass was levitated to the atronach, and slowly, deliberetly it held its hand over her face. The girl went limp for a moment, then tensed. The Atronach released it, and commanded it to kill the orc. The ex-argonian rounded on its former companion and attacked him like an animal. Evan through the screams the twin apparitians watched and laughed delighted at the murder. Slowly --blood dripped from her jaws-- the 'maiden' rose and bowed before the spirits, and departed. Revan couldn't comprehend what could motivate such abuse-- such preversion of power and blessing. To twist a sentient--any creature-- was reprehensible at the very least. One of Revan's escorts hit him in the back and shoved him on. Revan now wondered if he had made the right decision.....

Marhun Kar City......

Despite the blasing hearth before her, Rhys felt cold and scared. Something was wrong, she just knew it; Revan needed help. The others were more than willing to follow her, she felt odd being in the lime light of leadership for the first time. As they were about to depart Nara approached, planning to join them. Rhys, Xarkum and Kartah all refused, but Darhun convinced them to allow her along--citing that despite her lack of age and expierience, she was a seer and therefore had a place in this engagment. So the group departed to aid Revan and Xaries.

prison....

The guards left Revan in a small cell, but after a short time another spirit appeared. At first it looked him over with great interest--in an almost obssessive manner. Then it spoke, " Young one, fear not for many watch over you, and others wish you to survive. And you shall, Revan." As it disapeared Revan called after it. "How do you know me!"

This prison sounds rather creepying. Hopefully what that spirit says is true.

Will his escape be daring? We'll likely find out soon.