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Prolouge, Blessed blood and the man named Curse.
Describing the Ir Shin family is as hard as raising the dead, though it is possible, as is raising the dead. They are blessed.
Blessed by the strength that was so natural to them, the magick that ran through their veins, the knowledge that flowed from their mouths and in the rare case, the swords that came from their minds. Though the most interesting of them all, sixteen year old Shakur Ir Shin, was blessed with Curse.
Every night Curse was in his dreams and nightmares. Whether a cameo or a leading role, he twisted the plots of Shakur's dreams. Though he spoke backwards and sometimes as other people, Curse was very different and sometimes much more helpful than your usually nightmare creature. He unraveled mysteries and turned them into riddles. Though he was a mystery himself, he was careful to hide his appearence, using the faces of people such as famous people such as Vivec and Cyrus, or he may use the face of someone Shakur saw on his daily walk like a librarian or a side walk sweeper.
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Chapter One, First to enter, first to leave.
Dylxexes the younger of the first era, states quite clearly that an adventure can only truly begin three ways, by death, by slur or by letter. We start Shakur's great travels wit the first of three, the least wanted but most common way to start an adventurer off on a journey.
Rain poured down the streets of Sentinel, rolling through the cobble stone and then through the dirt and rock. It flowed and rolled unusually for only seven centimetres of water, but that wasn't what was the worst thing of the night. The cracking thunder and fierce lightning had shocked the mast of a ship earlier, delaying the fishing trip of Reyad Ir Shin, Shakur's father, a fisherman, former battle mage.
So Reyad stayed for dinner, and once again there was enough food for two families. Shakur, Fayval, Shakur's mother, Iszaza, Shakur's sister, Reyad and Hides-from-eyes, a good friend of Shakur, sat around the dinner table eating the two large fish, topped with imported herbs and spices and surrounded by imported fruits and vegetables. They ate and talked of Reyad and Fayval's adventures, they told jokes and riddles, and distracted themselves from the coming horror.
Five flaming arrows pierced deep within the wooden shingles of the ceiling. Thunder boomed and rolled and the lightning snapped and cracked through the sky and rain. The top hinge of the wooden front door burst with a bang as loud as the thunder, and two large Imperial spearmen and a Bosmer mage scrambled over the broken door and in to the Ir Shin house. Reyad grabbed three swords from the katana rack that stood proudly inside a ornate wooden closet. Shakur, Reyad and Hides-from-eyes were armed, and Fayval raised her arms ready to cast spells and Iszaza readied her axe.
The attack group entered the dining room to find Reyad jump off of the smallest
Imperials head, landing behind the Bosmer as Shakur stabbed the smallest Imperial in the face. Shakur was used to sword weilding and the attack positions of the ancient Yokuda, and readied himself to duck the next Imperials thrust. Hides-from-eyes threw his sword, which dove deep into the attacking Imperials left arm. Reyad slit the Bosmer's throat while Shakur set the remaining Imperial aflame with a strong fireballl. Thus proving that a family containing two Ansei is a force to be reckoned with.
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Chapter two, Oh how the mind does collide.
"I told you!" Curse yelled loudly with a new body and voice. "I told you get ready and you just ignored my warning. Look what you've done! Two dead! Two!" Curse was not a man that resorted to brutish yelling to prove a point on a regular basis, but today he was more than angry. He had been dissapointed and ignored. And ignorence is not bliss in the mind of a young Ansei, but weakness.
"Don't scare the l-la-d-d, boy! He al.. on-la, he's gone through alo...much today! So stop yelling!" Virdlev's face was turning red and his anger rose. He often got angry at curse for reasons such as yelling at Shakur. Virdlev was not one for words, and stuttered when he talked loudly and influencially. Though the fact that he was a 7 foot Nord that carried a Daedric Dai-Katana that was bigger than it's wielder could influence anyone without any change of tone or speed.
Shakur watched the arguement as he always did in his dreams, anxiously. When will Curse say the next riddle? Will Virdlev reveal where another interesting location is? When will they stop bickering and have a rather long debate over who is right? The arguements where much like the plays Shakur's dad had explained. Though Shakur himself had never been to a play he understood much of the things that regularly go on. The dancing, the heroes, the villians, and how they sometimes ended in agreement.
Curse kept hollering and Virdlev kept studdering, until only one word was recognizable, Reinius. A name perhaps? A place or a person? What was it? Shakur was confused, and then, he entered. He walked through a once un-seen door with his beutiful Imperial face held high. His posture was that of a boats mast and the long, ornate purple and golden robe wrapped around him concealing his armoured body.
Shakur stood up tall and proud, though his posture nowhere near that of Reinius. he then noticed the mirror beside him, and the reflection of himself, wearing the armor of many cultures and long his hair was long and dreaded. His dream ended, though Reinius said one simple and yet increadibly interesting sentence, "Welcome to the future, present".
He said the word present with a smile, and said it as if it were a cleaver monicker. Present was the word with more than one meaning. It was the word that was on Shakur's mind as Reinius left the dream. It was the word Shakur said as he awoke from his dream.
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Yay! Updated! Once again, sorry for the wait, and also, sorry for apologizing so much
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