Well as I've had a little break on my story I've started writing this one. Its about the young Redguard Arneth, who is very knew to Vvardenfell and soon discovers how his terrible start on this world will shape him into a important character in the history of the Dunmers...
Chapter I
Birth of a Warrior
His eyes became empty, as they ran out of all hope. They looked into nothing, he were ready to accept his destiny to leave this world. His breath became cold, and just vanished. My grasp on the katana was still hard as the people started coming, their faces was num. The blood slowly ran down the katanas edge making a pool of blood on the stone ground, it filled every crack it could find even under the feet of the people who flooded around. The katana started feeling heavy as I started realizing what I just had done.
I got up after sitting by the side of Dranas Sarthram and looked around on the crowd as I could hear a guard coming up behind them. The katana fell to the ground, throwing the blood from the blade all around as I stood there totally stunned as the guard dodged his way through the thick crowd. He held his long blade high in the air, it was like I got a shock and suddently turned off running against the exit of Suran. The tears started running down my face as I tried to get myself out of town and over the bridge.
The guard catched up easily as I neared the wooden bridge, suddently the guard got a grip on my shoulder with his shield arm. I threw myself to the left before loosing balance, tripping over falling down the little hill before diving into the water hard. It was all black for a moment, it was like everything stopped and I was totally still in the water. As I tried to reach for air and the water came flooding down my throat as deadly as a slash from a sword I knew what happened. I dragged myself up from the water only to meet the armored Dunmer guard pointing his sword between my eyes. The guard grabbed my neck and dragged my out of the water before leading me into the city with a blade against my back.
The crowds had followed along as I’ve been captured and brought back to town, screaming out the words that would haunt me in this world for ever. As the words murderer and the horrifying words reach my ears, it felt like my time was over. I’ve done what would change my life, what would change the life of a young Redguard in a new land into what would be his first time in Oblivion. I’ve already heard all about the Dunmer’s hospitality to outlanders and that I’ve now becomed a murderer wouldn’t make it any better. I could remember, the moment once again as the hope ran out of Dranas Sarthram eyes, but now it was me. I was thrown into a dark little room in the basement of the Guard Tower. He locked the door as it was the door to live and it the light slowly faded away and the room became all black as he crawled into the corner closing my eyes.
The peaceful life that my parents have settled here in Vvardenfell for had been totally ruined. Would they leave me, I really could understand if they would leave Vvardenfell, and maybe return back. I surely understood why they would make such a decision; they hadn’t really cared about me anyway. Guess they even would deny that I was their son. The feeling of fear and sadness went over to anger against my parents. I knew my parents wouldn’t help me, why should they. I’ve killed a person; I took away his will to live against his will. And that I might need to face the same destiny for my actions, as I thought of that, and thought over what I had done. It was like me, my character was lost. I never could in the wildest dreams or in any type of situation kill a person. Who could I kill for, no friends no real family. My mind started going blank as my fist loosened after the thoughts about my family, and I fell asleep on the cold stone floor.
Suddently I started feeling an unpleasant feeling, even thought my eyes was closed it could feel and see the light. As I opened my eyes, the door followed. A guard stood in the door and up the stairs by the door out another guard stood. He grabbed my arm and got me on my feet but in no gentle way. My back and neck was feeling bad after sleeping on the stone wall. The guard took me up to the other guard he stood there leaning by the wall, looking in quite a hurry to get out of there thought.
“Well here is he, the murderer of Dranas Sarthram” the guard said pushing me forward against the other guard by the door he looked supprised.
“Cant accept our laws can he? If I understand the recent situation right?” the other guard asked questioned as he took of his helmet.
“No he can’t. He killed Dranas because he was a slaver” he replied “Which is legal here in Morrowind” he added looking over to me. I just kept looking away, trying to ignore it. The memory that I wanted to conceal wasn’t going away by having two Dunmers having a conversation about it.
“I see… The youngster made a big mistake, but I don’t think he deserves any penalty. He is still young, and has blade skills and I'm sure he can change this and into another person. He is not a killer. I think we’ll give him a chance, but not so easily” the guard said, totally demanding it as he looked down on me. Looked like he had some hope for me, and in his eyes I couldn’t see hatred but it really looked like he had hope for me even tho he knew what I had done.
“You want him to go!?” the guard spitted out, his inside of the helmet would be filled with saliva. He almost was about to reach for his sword and grabbed me hard by the shoulder almost making me loose my feeling on my right arm.
“Calm down Gavis. I’m not just going to give him away, I’ll hand him over to Wayne. He’s a good man in the Balmora Fighters Guild. He’ll teach him to respect our laws and much more…” he replied totally calm thought his Gavis looked like he had some close connection to Dranas and wouldn’t let me go this easily. But I didn’t know how easy this was supposed to be. Even the thoughts that he wanted me to be trained to kill; at least I thought that after he started brining the blade skills. I didn’t want more, no more suffering, not now.
“I wont this outsider beeing left over to another outsider, even were I can’t keep my eyes on him” Gavis replied holding me even harder. I could see Gavis totally enraged.
“Enough of this Gavis. I out-rank you and I don’t want this to go any further. Give me the boy and return to your duty!” the guard demanded, he grabbed me and took me away from Gavis thought Gavis wanted to kill me now. Could see it in his eyes and behavior but he let me go and the guard took me out to this huge creature, huge bug that they called Silt Striders.
He looked down on me as we stood on the stairs. “My name is Sarvel, and yours?” he said to me, I looked back up at him into his eyes as mine started to fill with tears. It was actually some hope. “Ehm… It’s Arneth. I’m Arneth” I said to Sarvel.
“Arneth. Well we’re going to Balmora and to a faction. Fighters Guild is called, and another Redguard as you works there. I will leave you over to him; he will train you and hopefully make you understand our laws” he said before taking out some septims out his pocket handing it over to the Dunmer who was by the Silt Strider. And then my journey for Balmora started. The sun was setting as we started moving against Balmora on the west side of Vvardenfell I heard it was.
Full Version: Voice Of The Warrior
Wow...the fan fiction section is growing rapidly...well anyways I liked the organization of the story and the argument but there were two parts that were worded wrong. In one part you wrote, "The youngster did a big mistake..." when it should have been "The youngster made a big mistake..." and in another part you wrote "He killed Dranas because he did slavery" you should've put something like "He killed Dranas because he was a slaver..." thats pretty much it though, I loved the rest, the mistakes were few and minor. Overall, it was good I liked it and I'll keep up with this one.
It is tres good, I just wish the guards were really that kind!
Very good Fuzzy!! I agree with Kiln, the plot and pace of the story is really good, I like the development of it so I´m looking forward to the next installment 
Thx... 
I'll look into it Kiln and edit the story a little bit, only did a little rough editing and re-writing. Think I'll look over the next part better 
I'll look into it Kiln and edit the story a little bit, only did a little rough editing and re-writing. Think I'll look over the next part better
I like it. The description of Arneth's thoughts is as well a good description of his personality.
Well, I hope I can put in a quite long update tomorrow.. I'll get up early tomorrow to play some Morrowind, just go by Balmora to write down some notes of names, persons, rumours etc for my Fan Fic..
Soo.. Hold on!
Soo.. Hold on!
We came to Balmora in the middle of the night hour, the streets were quite empty. We walked down the silt strider port, Sarvel leading the way. As I followed him straight forward, I could soon see this huge building between the houses. Out from the stairs it hanged a crest; it was two swords, laid across with a shield atop of that again. It clearly looked like what we were seeking, the Fighter’s Guild. As we stepped into the enlighted house we were greeted by a female Nord, Eydis Fire-Eye. She was the Guildmaster of Balmora Fighter’s Guild, Sarvel held me out of the conversation with Eydis. I was very sure he was talking about what had just happened in Suran. As I stood waiting I rubbed my face several times, I had even a hard time standing as I was getting more and more tired and exhausted.
As I was about to fall to the floor Sarvel came down to me.
“Wayne isn’t here in Balmora now. He’s out on a quest and won’t return until the end of the week” Sarvel admitted, thought I think he wished Wayne was here so he could return to Suran. “Fasile Charaseel is going to be ‘in charge’ of you these few days. She will introduce you to the rules of the Fighter’s Guild and also start up the training” Sarvel added, he took my hand before handing over some septims. It wasn’t a small amount; at least it had to be over 80. He instructed me to get some equipment tomorrow, a sword and some armor, and possible food too and save the rest for my own use. It was like Sarvel had turned to be a friend, thought he was still only a guard doing his duty. He gave me a grin, which was followed by clapping me on the cheek before going out of the Fighter’s Guild returning to Suran.
I didn’t exactly smile as he left, but Eydis came into the picture fast and showed me to the place where I could get some sleep. It was a large room, downstairs not so far from the training quarters. Filled with several beds and equipment chests, it was like the Fighter’s Guild barracks. The night pasted, as the sun started rising I was already awake. I had a hard time sleeping, thought the beds where better than what I was used to. The nightmares and intimidating thoughts of the future wouldn’t leave my mind. I was still new here, to Morrowind, to Vvardenfell. As I tried to get a few minutes of sleep before the sun rised above the hills surrounding Balmora the door opened. I could see a female Nord, not looking so much different as Eydis. With her armor on and no expression on her face she walked to the side of my bed looking down at me as I rubbed my eyes.
“Time for training, get your cloth on and follow me…” She said as she unsheathed her sword and held it by her side. “Ah… I guess we haven’t met either, I’m Fasile” she added with a smile before she walked back to the open door waiting for me. I didn’t even have the chance to introduce myself, but I guess she already knew me. I got dressed in a hurry and rushed after her as he entered the training quarters. It was just a huge room with all the equipment you could need to train, we sat down for a moment as she told me the rules, and how it was going to be until Wayne returned to take over the training. She also took up and told me about what she thought I needed to train on, I wasn’t especially strong or swift. She could point that out pretty easily and thought it was almost like an insult I really didn’t care because I knew it myself. I started of with just training my strength and endurance the morning, it was hard work and my muscles had several cramps as we had a little break as the sun stood on its highest.
After a short break, she gave me an iron sword. I learned to parry, block and attacked for the rest of the day until it was the middle of the night. It was only basic and easy training; it was all so she could see how I could handle the sword. I was totally exhausted as I walked back to my bed; I almost fell to my knees as I had been training the whole day. I was so tired that I slept quite good that night, thought it didn’t go many hours before Fasile came back in again and it was already morning and the training started over again.
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As I was about to fall to the floor Sarvel came down to me.
“Wayne isn’t here in Balmora now. He’s out on a quest and won’t return until the end of the week” Sarvel admitted, thought I think he wished Wayne was here so he could return to Suran. “Fasile Charaseel is going to be ‘in charge’ of you these few days. She will introduce you to the rules of the Fighter’s Guild and also start up the training” Sarvel added, he took my hand before handing over some septims. It wasn’t a small amount; at least it had to be over 80. He instructed me to get some equipment tomorrow, a sword and some armor, and possible food too and save the rest for my own use. It was like Sarvel had turned to be a friend, thought he was still only a guard doing his duty. He gave me a grin, which was followed by clapping me on the cheek before going out of the Fighter’s Guild returning to Suran.
I didn’t exactly smile as he left, but Eydis came into the picture fast and showed me to the place where I could get some sleep. It was a large room, downstairs not so far from the training quarters. Filled with several beds and equipment chests, it was like the Fighter’s Guild barracks. The night pasted, as the sun started rising I was already awake. I had a hard time sleeping, thought the beds where better than what I was used to. The nightmares and intimidating thoughts of the future wouldn’t leave my mind. I was still new here, to Morrowind, to Vvardenfell. As I tried to get a few minutes of sleep before the sun rised above the hills surrounding Balmora the door opened. I could see a female Nord, not looking so much different as Eydis. With her armor on and no expression on her face she walked to the side of my bed looking down at me as I rubbed my eyes.
“Time for training, get your cloth on and follow me…” She said as she unsheathed her sword and held it by her side. “Ah… I guess we haven’t met either, I’m Fasile” she added with a smile before she walked back to the open door waiting for me. I didn’t even have the chance to introduce myself, but I guess she already knew me. I got dressed in a hurry and rushed after her as he entered the training quarters. It was just a huge room with all the equipment you could need to train, we sat down for a moment as she told me the rules, and how it was going to be until Wayne returned to take over the training. She also took up and told me about what she thought I needed to train on, I wasn’t especially strong or swift. She could point that out pretty easily and thought it was almost like an insult I really didn’t care because I knew it myself. I started of with just training my strength and endurance the morning, it was hard work and my muscles had several cramps as we had a little break as the sun stood on its highest.
After a short break, she gave me an iron sword. I learned to parry, block and attacked for the rest of the day until it was the middle of the night. It was only basic and easy training; it was all so she could see how I could handle the sword. I was totally exhausted as I walked back to my bed; I almost fell to my knees as I had been training the whole day. I was so tired that I slept quite good that night, thought it didn’t go many hours before Fasile came back in again and it was already morning and the training started over again.
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Nice update, why is he training so vigorously though?
QUOTE(Kiln @ Jul 26 2005, 01:25 AM)
Nice update, why is he training so vigorously though?
You'll understand that soon...
Very good, I was wondering when I would see an update.
The training this day was as hard as it had just been. In the afternoon after a long day of practicing my skills with a longsword Fasile wanted to test me, she hadn’t seen me in combat so far only how I could handle the sword. I couldn’t believe I was going to fight her; I was tired and almost had a hard time holding the sword. She didn’t have the time to let me have a break and handed over a fatigue potion, I looked quite supprised as she came over with the vial. But I did not hesitate and drank it all. It was like an incredible kick once it all ran down my throat and I could feel the effects, I grabbed the sword beside be and walked into the middle of the room. Suddently Fasile launched forward with a slash going across my chest, I managed to dodge it in the last moment - leaping back and almost loosing my balance. She went in again with a downwards cut sending me retreating straight into the wall. I desperate tried to parry and block all the blows, thought she was so fast. She sat in a thrust as I was pinned to the wall I made a leap to the left landing with one knee to the ground before slashing against her foot. But she moved her foot faster than my blade slashed through the air and she just gave off a little laugh.
I got up and got into position before I tried to attack. I charged forward trying to make a cut against her chest. As the blade came down she parried my attack to the right making my guard open. I was totally open as I almost lost my blade to the ground, and as I tried to get back in balance her fist came pounding down straight in my face sending me flying through the air and hitting the floor. I started bleeding a little bit, but I just cleaned it away with my sleeve before getting up.
“It’s not that bad Arneth, but it’s still not convincing enough. You most understand we are only keeping you here because we think you have something special, at least Sarvel thinks so. But I’m not here to judge you, we’ll practice more on the balance and blocking part” She said, I knew it was a friendly advice. Why would they keep a murderer here if I didn’t have anything to do here in the first place? I knew it was either show them what I had or turn myself in to Gavis. As I mentioned Gavis I knew I didn’t want to go back, he was one that wouldn’t show me mercy.
I grabbed my sword that I lost as I was busy getting my nose almost broken and looked back at Fasile, telling here I was ready. She told me it was important to not let the attacker push me back, I needed to hold my ground and not move back, at least not with the uncontrolled balance I had in the fight. She tried several attacks on me and taught me more how to dodge and parry them and how to counter attack them. The moves were hard to remember at first, but as we trained long and hard I started getting a hand of them. She thought I had done enough training for this day and she thought it was better that I got myself some equipment. She told me about Meldor, a bosmer who sold weapons and armor only a couple of feet away from the Fighter’s Guild. I walked over there fast as the shop closed soon. For the little money I had I got myself a one handed katana and some iron armor parts, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cover my whole body. I gave of a smile with no meaning after I had got the equipment I needed before I walked back into the Fighter’s Guild to rest. The nights went better and better, the thoughts in my mind was always the same, same questions that couldn’t be answered.
The next morning I got up fast, I got dressed and got my armor on and sheathed my katana and went out the door heading for the training quarters. We were going to practice on what we did yesterday, thought this time it was in the little armor I had. Fasile trained with me the morning hours, we practiced the parring part and the sword play. She could see I wasn’t used to fight, not with armor and my moves were slower then I even could think of. But the katana felt good, it was a good blade and quite light. Fasile pushed me hard this time as we were nearing the end of the sword training. She asked with a grin if I wanted to try fighting her again, I of course accepted and stepped into the middle of the room.
Fasile started walking calm around me with her sword in both hands, and followed her move looking her into the eye all the way as he charged forward slashing. I held my katana up with strength and parried the blow to the left before trying to counter attack with a thrust. She ducked, moving fast the right sending several slashes against me. I kept blocking them before I went for a new attack aiming against the throat. The cut fell fast but she threw herself against me before rolling behind me and got up, I could suddently feel the blade edge against my neck. I was really stunned, it was a wonderful move. She sheathed her blade and I turned around totally shocked about the move, it was really something I never thought could be possible, against me it was possible but I was eager to learn it.
“That was an amazing move you had their Fasile!” I said as I sat down on a bench by the wall. She rested her hands on her hip as she gave of a laugh.
“It requires a lot of training Arneth, I’ll learn it to you when your ready” She replied smiling and laughing at the same time, I was really behaving like a little boy. It was only a good move, but something about it captured me. It felt stupid, but it was clearly a hard and deadly move. She took of her armor and laid her sword beside me on the bench. She turned against the wall, my eyes soon followed. I could see a Redguard standing in the door, Fasile just made a greeting nod before he stepped in.
“So, this most be Arneth” The Redguard questioned Fasile, thought he looked down at me.
Fasile was about to speak, but I interrupted her. “I’m Arneth… It wouldn’t surprise me of your Wayne” I said handing out my hand to greet him. He laughed and looked me in the eyes. “I see you’ll already heard about me, that’s good. I’m taking over training from now, thought you didn’t do so bad out there… For an amateur” he said laughing as he took my hand.
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I got up and got into position before I tried to attack. I charged forward trying to make a cut against her chest. As the blade came down she parried my attack to the right making my guard open. I was totally open as I almost lost my blade to the ground, and as I tried to get back in balance her fist came pounding down straight in my face sending me flying through the air and hitting the floor. I started bleeding a little bit, but I just cleaned it away with my sleeve before getting up.
“It’s not that bad Arneth, but it’s still not convincing enough. You most understand we are only keeping you here because we think you have something special, at least Sarvel thinks so. But I’m not here to judge you, we’ll practice more on the balance and blocking part” She said, I knew it was a friendly advice. Why would they keep a murderer here if I didn’t have anything to do here in the first place? I knew it was either show them what I had or turn myself in to Gavis. As I mentioned Gavis I knew I didn’t want to go back, he was one that wouldn’t show me mercy.
I grabbed my sword that I lost as I was busy getting my nose almost broken and looked back at Fasile, telling here I was ready. She told me it was important to not let the attacker push me back, I needed to hold my ground and not move back, at least not with the uncontrolled balance I had in the fight. She tried several attacks on me and taught me more how to dodge and parry them and how to counter attack them. The moves were hard to remember at first, but as we trained long and hard I started getting a hand of them. She thought I had done enough training for this day and she thought it was better that I got myself some equipment. She told me about Meldor, a bosmer who sold weapons and armor only a couple of feet away from the Fighter’s Guild. I walked over there fast as the shop closed soon. For the little money I had I got myself a one handed katana and some iron armor parts, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cover my whole body. I gave of a smile with no meaning after I had got the equipment I needed before I walked back into the Fighter’s Guild to rest. The nights went better and better, the thoughts in my mind was always the same, same questions that couldn’t be answered.
The next morning I got up fast, I got dressed and got my armor on and sheathed my katana and went out the door heading for the training quarters. We were going to practice on what we did yesterday, thought this time it was in the little armor I had. Fasile trained with me the morning hours, we practiced the parring part and the sword play. She could see I wasn’t used to fight, not with armor and my moves were slower then I even could think of. But the katana felt good, it was a good blade and quite light. Fasile pushed me hard this time as we were nearing the end of the sword training. She asked with a grin if I wanted to try fighting her again, I of course accepted and stepped into the middle of the room.
Fasile started walking calm around me with her sword in both hands, and followed her move looking her into the eye all the way as he charged forward slashing. I held my katana up with strength and parried the blow to the left before trying to counter attack with a thrust. She ducked, moving fast the right sending several slashes against me. I kept blocking them before I went for a new attack aiming against the throat. The cut fell fast but she threw herself against me before rolling behind me and got up, I could suddently feel the blade edge against my neck. I was really stunned, it was a wonderful move. She sheathed her blade and I turned around totally shocked about the move, it was really something I never thought could be possible, against me it was possible but I was eager to learn it.
“That was an amazing move you had their Fasile!” I said as I sat down on a bench by the wall. She rested her hands on her hip as she gave of a laugh.
“It requires a lot of training Arneth, I’ll learn it to you when your ready” She replied smiling and laughing at the same time, I was really behaving like a little boy. It was only a good move, but something about it captured me. It felt stupid, but it was clearly a hard and deadly move. She took of her armor and laid her sword beside me on the bench. She turned against the wall, my eyes soon followed. I could see a Redguard standing in the door, Fasile just made a greeting nod before he stepped in.
“So, this most be Arneth” The Redguard questioned Fasile, thought he looked down at me.
Fasile was about to speak, but I interrupted her. “I’m Arneth… It wouldn’t surprise me of your Wayne” I said handing out my hand to greet him. He laughed and looked me in the eyes. “I see you’ll already heard about me, that’s good. I’m taking over training from now, thought you didn’t do so bad out there… For an amateur” he said laughing as he took my hand.
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Nice update, very good fight scene very fast paced and descriptive. *Applause*
QUOTE(Kiln @ Jul 26 2005, 10:42 PM)
Nice update, very good fight scene very fast paced and descriptive. *Applause*
Thx...
I'm trying to write it as easy as possible, and not so long fights to because its just training. And I've also looked into LoneWolf's story, and looking over he's scenes.. 
Thx LoneWolf..!
very good, only suggestion is that you proof read it before you post.
" I’ll learn it to you when your ready" >.< there some really bad parts like this.
" I’ll learn it to you when your ready" >.< there some really bad parts like this.
QUOTE(Megil Tel-Zeke @ Jul 26 2005, 11:01 PM)
very good, only suggestion is that you proof read it before you post.
" I’ll learn it to you when your ready" >.< there some really bad parts like this.
" I’ll learn it to you when your ready" >.< there some really bad parts like this.
Hmm, I thought over that. Didn't really look over this one because something came up, so I just posted..
Well thanks Megil, I look into it and dont be so lazy next time I post a update..
The next day, Wayne came into the room waking me up. It wasn’t even light outside, but he forced me to get up. I was tired after the training yesterday, and as sleepy as I was I had a hard time following Wayne’s moves in the start of the sword training. I fell over again and again. Wayne pushed me hard, if I wanted to be chosen into the Fighters Guild and let my life go on as normal here in Vvardenfell I needed to show something special, just as Fasile had told me.
The duels against Wayne was hard, he left nothing behind and forced me almost to give up. Several times he had given me small wounds, cuts all over my body. It wasn’t so bad thought, they healed fast as the swords crashed together over the days. I fell to my knees, my muscles wouldn’t do it anymore but my will never ran out and with the help of Wayne I pushed myself through the second week.
The next day I got up late, and armed myself - the armor fitted well, now as my figure was more muscular. I reached for my katana at my side. It was lighter than ever before, it felt good as I swung it around in the thin air before the fight. This was last training fight I would have, the three weeks was over. It was time for what I had been trained for, the Warrior Trials. It was in Vivec, a city I only had heard of. There I would face other fighters, some from Fighter’s Guild and from other guilds and adventurers. It was the trials to find the perfect warrior, the warrior which could be recruited into service for the Temple or one of the Great Houses if the winner would want it. It was new to Vvardenfell and it was just the second time. The winner could even lay into service of the Tribunal. They could advance, to become Ordinators or even High Ordinators that protected the capitol of Morrowind - Mournhold. It was after I was told about this, it was then I knew how my life might change into a world where I would needed to kill if I was told to. But my instinct, my killing instinct had changed over these three weeks. It felt more natural when trying to stab an enemy in the torso.
I shaked my head, it was time to get ready for the training fight. It was time to show what I was capable of doing.
I looked Wayne straight in the eyes, leaving all emotions out. Focus, focus on the fight and nothing else. Your blade, he’s blade, your moves, his moves and my surroundings.
“First to draw blood!” I said fierce as I swung my sword around, letting my warrior instinct take over.
With those words said I charged in, grabbed my blade with two hands and leaped forward slashing down. Wayne went down on one knee and raised his sword high, blocking my blow. I swiftly leaped and rolled to the side and slashed around trying to hit his leg, but Wayne threw himself forward into a tumble and got up and slashed loose at me. I blocked with my gauntlet and parried the fast blows with my katana getting pushed back by the immense speed of his attacks. The flashing blades here and there.
As his blow fell I took a wide step to the right dodging the attack, my blade following my move as I tried to get under his guard and slash across his stomach. Wayne dodged it by ducking fast before tripping me with his foot; I managed to keep my balanced and took a gentle roll before getting up giving of a grin as I turned around facing him. Wayne went in, he cross slashed in front of me, making me block all the blows. It gave me a hard chance to counter attack, but then his sword came down with full force against my head - I took a fast step to the side dodging the blow making the sword hitting the stone floor making fragments fly. I knew this was my chance and I spun around with a wide slash against Wayne’s neck making him loose his sword and coming up with both his arms blocking, he was lucky he had good gauntlets and without loosing any limbs he was pushed back into the wall. I quickly followed slashing far in front of me against him, getting him away from his sword. As I raised my sword for final blow against him, but then he suddently charged out, running straight at me, and knocking me over to the ground. I fell on my back hard and my head came down hard into the stone floor, it went black for a second before my vision started coming back. By instinct I rolled over on my stomach reaching out grabbing my sword instantly and getting up, Wayne was already up and went into another attack as I just got up. I once again needed to go into a defensive position blocking his blows, but I knew I was stronger and I wouldn’t let myself get pushed back.
I suddently started pressing forward; I noticed Wayne had lost power apparently wounded after the blocking with his gauntlets against my blow. His sword dropped lower against the ground as I kept on sending swift but powerful slashes against him. As the gleaming blade passed his guard and went across his chest it was soon followed by a thin line of blood. Wayne leaned back before falling back landing on his back hard holding his arms up into the air, I dropped the katana to the floor and ran over to him. He wasn’t in any real pain, but I knew that he had gotten really wounded by blocking my blow. I took of his gauntlets gently as he laid there, as I ripped of the sleeves I knew how powerful that blow was, it was shattered bone in the wound. I took some cure wounds potions in the Fighter’s Guild equipment chest and handed it over to him.
“Good fight Wayne” I said with a low voice and a smile as I reached for another cure wounds potion.
“You did good Arneth, you did very well and you will do even better in the trials” Wayne admitted, before raising his hand rejecting the potion. “I don’t need it now, I can get them myself, but you have more need for them if anything should go bad in Vivec” he added with a smile.
“Do you think I’m ready, I really doubt that after three weeks of training I could challenge a future Ordinator” I said, confused over if I really was ready to stand up against some of the best recruits from Vvardenfell.
“If you Arneth, if you keep training, if your will for beeing an honorable and great warrior never leaves you and you become that, then you will be much better than any Ordinator…” Wayne said with a smile “Few people don’t like the Ordinators anyway” he added with a laugh. As many outlanders in Morrowind they might have heard about the hospitality of the Dunmers, especially the Ordinators.
“You’re saying that I could become something, more powerful then an Ordinator” I replied, curious about what Wayne was really meaning.
“I’m saying, that if you can become someone that would be a far better and honorable warrior than even the highest ranking Ordinator could be, they are guards. They are trained to do whats necessary to protect the Temple and the Tribunal” Wayne said before getting up on the bench looking down at his arms, picking out some small shattered bone parts.
“Ever thought of getting a shield?” I said laughing as he picked out some small bone parts and didn’t look totally happy about it either.
“No need for that Arneth. I already have a shield and that’s something I actually should have used today. Because you’re training here have been against me and Fasile was with swords. In the trials you will meet people with shields, spears, axes, hammers, nets, staffs, bows, crossbows and even magic and enchanted weapons” Wayne said as I gazed at him. The weapons I didn’t see as a big problem, they all have their weaknesses and a sword has few, that’s why so many have it as a favorite weapon. But the magic was something I was not prepared on, meeting a skilled battlemage would be hard, very hard to fight against.
“How many days do I have in Vivec before the duels starts?” I asked, trying to see if I had some time where I could maybe consult with other warriors or get something that could help me against opponents that possessed magical powers.
“I don’t remember I have never taken a deep interest into the trials. But I think you will get around two days for everyone to get organized” Wayne replied, I only sighed. I needed either an item or training that could help me and I needed to know for sure.
“When will I be leaving anyway?” I added after he replied.
“Tomorrow night, you will reach Vivec fast. It isn’t any worse then the trip from Suran” Wayne replied. “You will travel by Silt Strider, if you don’t want to walk that is…” he added with a raised eyebrow. But I thought it would be nice, even thought Vvardenfell was still intimidating me, it was totally knew I think going by foot could work, exploring. As I thought of that I pictured myself walking through the forest and swamps, I gave of a smile that would seem weird. Because I doubted many people liked to walk in the swamps around here.
“How long time will I use?” I questioned, just to know if I could reach it in time if I wanted to take my dream walk.
“It won’t take that long, you will reach Vivec in good time if you start by sundown really” Wayne replied.
But I knew I needed all the time I could get in Vivec to get a magic item that could protect me; I doubt I could be trained to resist magic in two days. I looked down on the floor, once again as many times over the weeks it felt like there was no hope. I knew I could meet powerful opponents in Vivec, warriors or wizards that was far better than Wayne and Fasile.
“Cheer up Arneth, to loose in the trials doesn’t mean all chances are out. If you show honor and bravery in your duels, that will be seen and you might get a second chance” Wayne said to me, deep inside me I knew he was right. But how? How could a young Redguard that killed a slaver in the night, a fight that lasted only a few moments be seen as an honorable and brave warrior?
After that I walked out, hadn’t seen the streets of Balmora in days. I walked around the streets looking down at the ground; all thoughts about the trials went through my head. I could see the trials had their impact on the town; traders sold of what weapons and armor they could. Warriors walked around gathering what they could of equipment, I walked out of the city before sitting down near a mine not far outside Balmora. The sun was heading down; I just sat down on a rock a few feet away from the entrance from the mine. Sounds of nature echoed through the little valley, the sounds weren’t familiar. I looked around, and I could see something on the top of the hill to my right. A four legged creature scouted out, the weird creature could look like an enlarged dog but its snout and head was something hard to describe, almost like a rat but only with scales. Was it hostile?
It looked like the creature had captured my scent as I just sat there looking back up on it; it just raised its head high in the air. Before locking straight onto me, it started rushing down the hill, charging straight for me. I didn’t have my weapon, and the creature was coming fast with only seconds to react I held my ground as the creature came closer. It came fast and were only feet away when I leaped to the side dodging its attack, almost landing in the river.
It took a fast turn before running into me, knocking me down as I was getting up. I landed on my back, I started punching the creature with my fist as it leaned over me; the huge mouth with fangs appeared drooled down in my face before it gave of a roar and slashed loose with its paws at me. I went up with my arms, blocking the hits before I gave of a hard punch straight into its eyes knocking the creature over to its right. I got up fast and looked around almost in panic for a weapon, I then spotted a miners pick near the entrance, and I leaped forward over the creature and sprinted for it. I didn’t look behind; I only focused on getting the pick. Only feet away I felt something piercing into my leg, I was tripped and fell straight to the hard ground, I looked behind me seeing the creature’s huge mouth surrounding my right leg as the blood came flooding out. I scrambled against the pick using my arms in full pain. I leaned forward reaching for the pick, as my sweaty hands got a good grip I rolled around before crying out sending the pick straight into the creatures head. It was instantly killed and its head pinned to the ground. I threw away the pick and opened the creature’s mouth fast, only seeing a gruesome sight, all the flesh on my right leg was almost teared off. I managed to get up and get myself into the Fighter’s Guild and I was only happy Wayne didn’t take the cure wounds potions as I threw myself over the equipment chest, there was just enough to stop the bleeding and heal some of the wounds.
Wayne came up from the training quarters totally stunned as he saw my leg.
“By Leki Arneth! What happened?” he cried out and ran to me. And took out a healing potion from a pouch he had in his belt.
“Was only taking a walk outside Balmora and this creature suddently came down from a hill and attacked me! Damn ugly too!” I replied as I opened the vial and drank the potion. I saw the wound heal slowly, but it wasn’t enough. I clearly need some rest.
“First encounter with a nix-hound aye? How did you manage to get such wounds, they are not so powerful but with these wounds you could have died if you didn’t get aid” Wayne said, confused and curious how I could just have beaten him in combat and then almost die by meeting a hound.
“I was unarmed, but I managed to get my hands on a miners pick in the last moment…” I replied. “But I’ll go down to the training quarters now, think I need some rest and maybe try to train some…” I added and started walking down the stairs.
“Yeah, looks like it has teared away some muscles there” Wayne said before he followed me down, I could feel that the wound was serious, not deadly now but deadly in the trials.
I didn’t rest that afternoon at all, I pushed myself hard trying to not get weakened by the wound. I trained in keeping my balance and not tripping over, and of course ignoring the pain that came when I trained. By midnight it was enough, I was very tired and almost needed to crawl to bed I got up in the bed and fell to sleep right away after taking some bandage around the wound.
The next morning I got up meeting Wayne by my bed, he had a little sack by his side. I gave it to me and explained to me about all the talking I did about the magic and the trials. I had given me cure wounds potions, and a magical ring. The ring could deflect some magic, but not always he told me. If luck was on my side it would protect me well, I was also shocked when he handed me a new weapon, it was called Dai Katana it was a two handed weapon and it was enchanted with a good enough flaming damage it was called Flamescythe. It would help me under the trials, it changed a lot but still some hadn’t changed. The ring could only help me, but it wasn’t all magical attacks it could deflect and the katana was a decent one. The day passed by, I trained a lot with Flamescythe and it was a well made sword. With the extra knowledge and experience I would get throughout the trials my longblade skill would improve and I would maybe get a new sword too. As I was right in the training slashing around against imaginary opponents Wayne came into the room, it was time to leave.
He helped me pack all my equipment, it was time to leave for Vivec and the trials. I was wished good luck by the Fighter’s Guild members that I had established a good friendship with. They all had taught me some tricks that day and up on the Silt Strider Port I was wished good luck by Wayne, he said I would maybe meet Sarvel in Vivec. I only gave of a smile before getting up on the Silt Strider, it was time to leave.
End of Chapter I
The duels against Wayne was hard, he left nothing behind and forced me almost to give up. Several times he had given me small wounds, cuts all over my body. It wasn’t so bad thought, they healed fast as the swords crashed together over the days. I fell to my knees, my muscles wouldn’t do it anymore but my will never ran out and with the help of Wayne I pushed myself through the second week.
The next day I got up late, and armed myself - the armor fitted well, now as my figure was more muscular. I reached for my katana at my side. It was lighter than ever before, it felt good as I swung it around in the thin air before the fight. This was last training fight I would have, the three weeks was over. It was time for what I had been trained for, the Warrior Trials. It was in Vivec, a city I only had heard of. There I would face other fighters, some from Fighter’s Guild and from other guilds and adventurers. It was the trials to find the perfect warrior, the warrior which could be recruited into service for the Temple or one of the Great Houses if the winner would want it. It was new to Vvardenfell and it was just the second time. The winner could even lay into service of the Tribunal. They could advance, to become Ordinators or even High Ordinators that protected the capitol of Morrowind - Mournhold. It was after I was told about this, it was then I knew how my life might change into a world where I would needed to kill if I was told to. But my instinct, my killing instinct had changed over these three weeks. It felt more natural when trying to stab an enemy in the torso.
I shaked my head, it was time to get ready for the training fight. It was time to show what I was capable of doing.
I looked Wayne straight in the eyes, leaving all emotions out. Focus, focus on the fight and nothing else. Your blade, he’s blade, your moves, his moves and my surroundings.
“First to draw blood!” I said fierce as I swung my sword around, letting my warrior instinct take over.
With those words said I charged in, grabbed my blade with two hands and leaped forward slashing down. Wayne went down on one knee and raised his sword high, blocking my blow. I swiftly leaped and rolled to the side and slashed around trying to hit his leg, but Wayne threw himself forward into a tumble and got up and slashed loose at me. I blocked with my gauntlet and parried the fast blows with my katana getting pushed back by the immense speed of his attacks. The flashing blades here and there.
As his blow fell I took a wide step to the right dodging the attack, my blade following my move as I tried to get under his guard and slash across his stomach. Wayne dodged it by ducking fast before tripping me with his foot; I managed to keep my balanced and took a gentle roll before getting up giving of a grin as I turned around facing him. Wayne went in, he cross slashed in front of me, making me block all the blows. It gave me a hard chance to counter attack, but then his sword came down with full force against my head - I took a fast step to the side dodging the blow making the sword hitting the stone floor making fragments fly. I knew this was my chance and I spun around with a wide slash against Wayne’s neck making him loose his sword and coming up with both his arms blocking, he was lucky he had good gauntlets and without loosing any limbs he was pushed back into the wall. I quickly followed slashing far in front of me against him, getting him away from his sword. As I raised my sword for final blow against him, but then he suddently charged out, running straight at me, and knocking me over to the ground. I fell on my back hard and my head came down hard into the stone floor, it went black for a second before my vision started coming back. By instinct I rolled over on my stomach reaching out grabbing my sword instantly and getting up, Wayne was already up and went into another attack as I just got up. I once again needed to go into a defensive position blocking his blows, but I knew I was stronger and I wouldn’t let myself get pushed back.
I suddently started pressing forward; I noticed Wayne had lost power apparently wounded after the blocking with his gauntlets against my blow. His sword dropped lower against the ground as I kept on sending swift but powerful slashes against him. As the gleaming blade passed his guard and went across his chest it was soon followed by a thin line of blood. Wayne leaned back before falling back landing on his back hard holding his arms up into the air, I dropped the katana to the floor and ran over to him. He wasn’t in any real pain, but I knew that he had gotten really wounded by blocking my blow. I took of his gauntlets gently as he laid there, as I ripped of the sleeves I knew how powerful that blow was, it was shattered bone in the wound. I took some cure wounds potions in the Fighter’s Guild equipment chest and handed it over to him.
“Good fight Wayne” I said with a low voice and a smile as I reached for another cure wounds potion.
“You did good Arneth, you did very well and you will do even better in the trials” Wayne admitted, before raising his hand rejecting the potion. “I don’t need it now, I can get them myself, but you have more need for them if anything should go bad in Vivec” he added with a smile.
“Do you think I’m ready, I really doubt that after three weeks of training I could challenge a future Ordinator” I said, confused over if I really was ready to stand up against some of the best recruits from Vvardenfell.
“If you Arneth, if you keep training, if your will for beeing an honorable and great warrior never leaves you and you become that, then you will be much better than any Ordinator…” Wayne said with a smile “Few people don’t like the Ordinators anyway” he added with a laugh. As many outlanders in Morrowind they might have heard about the hospitality of the Dunmers, especially the Ordinators.
“You’re saying that I could become something, more powerful then an Ordinator” I replied, curious about what Wayne was really meaning.
“I’m saying, that if you can become someone that would be a far better and honorable warrior than even the highest ranking Ordinator could be, they are guards. They are trained to do whats necessary to protect the Temple and the Tribunal” Wayne said before getting up on the bench looking down at his arms, picking out some small shattered bone parts.
“Ever thought of getting a shield?” I said laughing as he picked out some small bone parts and didn’t look totally happy about it either.
“No need for that Arneth. I already have a shield and that’s something I actually should have used today. Because you’re training here have been against me and Fasile was with swords. In the trials you will meet people with shields, spears, axes, hammers, nets, staffs, bows, crossbows and even magic and enchanted weapons” Wayne said as I gazed at him. The weapons I didn’t see as a big problem, they all have their weaknesses and a sword has few, that’s why so many have it as a favorite weapon. But the magic was something I was not prepared on, meeting a skilled battlemage would be hard, very hard to fight against.
“How many days do I have in Vivec before the duels starts?” I asked, trying to see if I had some time where I could maybe consult with other warriors or get something that could help me against opponents that possessed magical powers.
“I don’t remember I have never taken a deep interest into the trials. But I think you will get around two days for everyone to get organized” Wayne replied, I only sighed. I needed either an item or training that could help me and I needed to know for sure.
“When will I be leaving anyway?” I added after he replied.
“Tomorrow night, you will reach Vivec fast. It isn’t any worse then the trip from Suran” Wayne replied. “You will travel by Silt Strider, if you don’t want to walk that is…” he added with a raised eyebrow. But I thought it would be nice, even thought Vvardenfell was still intimidating me, it was totally knew I think going by foot could work, exploring. As I thought of that I pictured myself walking through the forest and swamps, I gave of a smile that would seem weird. Because I doubted many people liked to walk in the swamps around here.
“How long time will I use?” I questioned, just to know if I could reach it in time if I wanted to take my dream walk.
“It won’t take that long, you will reach Vivec in good time if you start by sundown really” Wayne replied.
But I knew I needed all the time I could get in Vivec to get a magic item that could protect me; I doubt I could be trained to resist magic in two days. I looked down on the floor, once again as many times over the weeks it felt like there was no hope. I knew I could meet powerful opponents in Vivec, warriors or wizards that was far better than Wayne and Fasile.
“Cheer up Arneth, to loose in the trials doesn’t mean all chances are out. If you show honor and bravery in your duels, that will be seen and you might get a second chance” Wayne said to me, deep inside me I knew he was right. But how? How could a young Redguard that killed a slaver in the night, a fight that lasted only a few moments be seen as an honorable and brave warrior?
After that I walked out, hadn’t seen the streets of Balmora in days. I walked around the streets looking down at the ground; all thoughts about the trials went through my head. I could see the trials had their impact on the town; traders sold of what weapons and armor they could. Warriors walked around gathering what they could of equipment, I walked out of the city before sitting down near a mine not far outside Balmora. The sun was heading down; I just sat down on a rock a few feet away from the entrance from the mine. Sounds of nature echoed through the little valley, the sounds weren’t familiar. I looked around, and I could see something on the top of the hill to my right. A four legged creature scouted out, the weird creature could look like an enlarged dog but its snout and head was something hard to describe, almost like a rat but only with scales. Was it hostile?
It looked like the creature had captured my scent as I just sat there looking back up on it; it just raised its head high in the air. Before locking straight onto me, it started rushing down the hill, charging straight for me. I didn’t have my weapon, and the creature was coming fast with only seconds to react I held my ground as the creature came closer. It came fast and were only feet away when I leaped to the side dodging its attack, almost landing in the river.
It took a fast turn before running into me, knocking me down as I was getting up. I landed on my back, I started punching the creature with my fist as it leaned over me; the huge mouth with fangs appeared drooled down in my face before it gave of a roar and slashed loose with its paws at me. I went up with my arms, blocking the hits before I gave of a hard punch straight into its eyes knocking the creature over to its right. I got up fast and looked around almost in panic for a weapon, I then spotted a miners pick near the entrance, and I leaped forward over the creature and sprinted for it. I didn’t look behind; I only focused on getting the pick. Only feet away I felt something piercing into my leg, I was tripped and fell straight to the hard ground, I looked behind me seeing the creature’s huge mouth surrounding my right leg as the blood came flooding out. I scrambled against the pick using my arms in full pain. I leaned forward reaching for the pick, as my sweaty hands got a good grip I rolled around before crying out sending the pick straight into the creatures head. It was instantly killed and its head pinned to the ground. I threw away the pick and opened the creature’s mouth fast, only seeing a gruesome sight, all the flesh on my right leg was almost teared off. I managed to get up and get myself into the Fighter’s Guild and I was only happy Wayne didn’t take the cure wounds potions as I threw myself over the equipment chest, there was just enough to stop the bleeding and heal some of the wounds.
Wayne came up from the training quarters totally stunned as he saw my leg.
“By Leki Arneth! What happened?” he cried out and ran to me. And took out a healing potion from a pouch he had in his belt.
“Was only taking a walk outside Balmora and this creature suddently came down from a hill and attacked me! Damn ugly too!” I replied as I opened the vial and drank the potion. I saw the wound heal slowly, but it wasn’t enough. I clearly need some rest.
“First encounter with a nix-hound aye? How did you manage to get such wounds, they are not so powerful but with these wounds you could have died if you didn’t get aid” Wayne said, confused and curious how I could just have beaten him in combat and then almost die by meeting a hound.
“I was unarmed, but I managed to get my hands on a miners pick in the last moment…” I replied. “But I’ll go down to the training quarters now, think I need some rest and maybe try to train some…” I added and started walking down the stairs.
“Yeah, looks like it has teared away some muscles there” Wayne said before he followed me down, I could feel that the wound was serious, not deadly now but deadly in the trials.
I didn’t rest that afternoon at all, I pushed myself hard trying to not get weakened by the wound. I trained in keeping my balance and not tripping over, and of course ignoring the pain that came when I trained. By midnight it was enough, I was very tired and almost needed to crawl to bed I got up in the bed and fell to sleep right away after taking some bandage around the wound.
The next morning I got up meeting Wayne by my bed, he had a little sack by his side. I gave it to me and explained to me about all the talking I did about the magic and the trials. I had given me cure wounds potions, and a magical ring. The ring could deflect some magic, but not always he told me. If luck was on my side it would protect me well, I was also shocked when he handed me a new weapon, it was called Dai Katana it was a two handed weapon and it was enchanted with a good enough flaming damage it was called Flamescythe. It would help me under the trials, it changed a lot but still some hadn’t changed. The ring could only help me, but it wasn’t all magical attacks it could deflect and the katana was a decent one. The day passed by, I trained a lot with Flamescythe and it was a well made sword. With the extra knowledge and experience I would get throughout the trials my longblade skill would improve and I would maybe get a new sword too. As I was right in the training slashing around against imaginary opponents Wayne came into the room, it was time to leave.
He helped me pack all my equipment, it was time to leave for Vivec and the trials. I was wished good luck by the Fighter’s Guild members that I had established a good friendship with. They all had taught me some tricks that day and up on the Silt Strider Port I was wished good luck by Wayne, he said I would maybe meet Sarvel in Vivec. I only gave of a smile before getting up on the Silt Strider, it was time to leave.
End of Chapter I
Maybe that update was a little to long..
How did I miss this.. Anyhow..Awesome job and nice update..Nah its gravy.. Nice work Fuzzy.
ahh Fuzzy.....really good work here......keep it coming I do like it.....mmmmmm 
Ok, maybe a little wierd but I just wanted to say that this story is not dead as the two earlier ones I had... I've so far managed to write 3 new pages in the new chapter, very rough thought and for the time it has been some school work things and projects pluss the "konfirmasjon" thingie that was today...
But anyway, in a couple of days I might start building my new comp but by then I will try sending Minque as we have agreed the latest part so you can read more! I'm just a bit lazy too right now..
But anyway, in a couple of days I might start building my new comp but by then I will try sending Minque as we have agreed the latest part so you can read more!
I'm just a bit lazy too right now..
I don't see exactly how I've missed your most recent update, very nice writing. I really wanna see what happens next.
Another updated... Finally... 
Broken Blades, broad Shields and Arcane blasts
The trials, the warriors and mages that were to see all over Vivec had arrived. The city was tense, training was there little of. I met Sarvel in the Arena, in the training quarters where I would sleep and train for the days that involved the trial. The first day pasted fast, as I had taken a walk through Vivec, visited the Temple and the cantons, at first the city stunned me thought it wasn’t a city for me. Great mysteries hidden in the dark places of Vivec spoke out to me, I wanted adventure but as Sarvel had told me. I was still young, and the dangers around in Vivec was someone for the experienced, those with years behind them of training and combat. Some of those where also here at the trials, I had managed to get some glimts of the mages sometimes in between, their divine and arcane spells that could unleash such great power I had never seen. Conjuring the strangest of creatures to help them fight, I was truly not ready for this but I didn’t have much of a choice if I wanted a normal life.
The sun rised over the water lighting Vivec the next day, the Ordinators knocked on all the rooms in the training quarters getting people up - it was time for the first round of the trials.
I hadn’t had much sleep, the voices inside my head made me think hard over the night of tactics and attacks I could use in all kinds of scenarios. The instincts sharpened, the emotions were closed out and my body was tense and actually eager for combat. I grabbed my armor, gently and careful I took it on, checking all was at its place and sitting hard. I reached for my belt; in it I had a few things that might become necessary, some cure wounds potions, cure poison potions and a dagger. Not of the best quality but I was hoping they would last out the first round. I went up to the door, grabbing Flamescythe on my way. I looked around on the people going against the arena, tried to point out which of these would be my greatest foe. But it wasn’t even one I could point out, I tried something I doubt I would learn within weeks training, all these people could have their strength and weaknesses just as me. Some laid their eyes on me on their way against arena, taunting, intimidating looks, it felt like they knew me. Many of these warriors was Vvardenfell best, I knew that hope was one think I needed to have on my side today.
I walked down the corridor with the others, the arena door was opened and many were already outside in the arena. Swinging their weapons around and showing off their magic, others stayed neutral, not revealing their powers for the others just as what I did. I stayed out from the middle close to the wall, and had a close look at those near me. I didn’t know how the trials were fought. I was wondering if the warrior near me, just here and now unleashed fury on me other and would let the blood flow.
As my thoughts tried to figure out what was going to happen, people started gathering on the seats around the arena. Thought none of them looked like peasants or normal citizens. Their shiny, big and master worked armor with glowing weapons or fine robes with the smallest of details.
One stepped out in front and looked down at the arena with a scroll in his hand; he was a Dunmer with Ordinator armor but without a helmet. Long dark red hair formed in spikes that pointed backwards and totally red eyes. He looked with sharp eyes on us all, before he raised his scroll up in front of himself.
“Welcome warriors and mages of Vvardenfell, welcome to the trials” He said with a loud and powerful voice echoing through the arena.
“Today is the first day of the trials, and today you will fight. The rules today are simple, your going to win without killing or giving your opponent critical damage. From all I know, most of you know what the trials are about so you will know what not to do while fighting and what you should do” He added as he looked down on us, I remember what Wayne had told me about the trials. And I needed to remember that, it was about courage, honor, respect and discipline for each other while fighting, what a true warrior would have done.
“We will start today with one versus one, over the days we will test you both in fighting against warriors and mages. Against several opponents, with or without weapons and against our Ordinators” With that said he took his scroll down, and turned around taking one of the Ordinators behind him on the shoulder telling him something and the Ordinator just nodded.
Most of us were sent out of the arena the time that followed. Warriors and mages came out; either walking or carried thought they were not dead or had any critical damage. These fights were hard and had its tolls on the body and mind.
It was my time out, I got up and checked my armor for the last time before the Ordinator opened the door and I stepped into the arena. The sand was covered with rivers of blood, the walls was covered in blood and looked like the warriors weapons had been thrown around. In front of me stood a young Dunmer. He wore Telvanni Armor with a katana in his right hand and a shield in the other. I knew nothing about him; he looked at me with cold eyes. He raised his katana in salute, speaking some powerful and loud words in a language I had never heard before. They almost gave me the chills; he followed by taking on his Telvanni Helmet and widened his steps.
I raised Flamescythe, holding it with a strong grip. My instinct sharpened more and more as he started moving in a circle around me. I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster, the adrenalin started kicking in sharpening my scenes more. As I followed his steps I tried to figure out a moment to attack, and there it came. I leaped forward, my katana following as I held it high over my head slashing down. The Dunmer went straight down on one knee and raised his shield to block my powerful blow. He then rolled fast to the side after blocking my blow; he got up fast setting in a counter attack. His katana thrusted forward against my chest, I took a swift spin, dodging his thrust before he unleashed a slash against my blade arm. He could see it coming and withdrew, leaping back into a defensive position; he went fast into a defensive position as well with his shield in front. I needed to come past his shield; I readied myself for another attack. I charged forward once again straight against his shield, he sat his feet out wide preparing himself. With only feet to go I leaped with all my strength into the air, throwing myself over him landing behind him with a rough roll before I got up and made an acrobatic thrust against him. Flamescythe moved fast, the burning blade pierced through the armor between the shoulder blades and right into his back. With a great cry the Dunmer spun around attack with the edge of his shield, the hit was hard on my arm making me drop Flamescythe. His katana followed the movement and went for my throat. I threw myself down to the ground, only to hear the gleaming blade cut through the air right over my head. I stretched out my arms trying to get to Flamescythe only feet away covered in the sand and blood. But the Dunmer wouldn’t stop now, he held out his shield before charging in knocking me straight into the stonewall with his shield.
I could hear my bones crack as I was slammed into the wall, then his katana suddently appeared from behind the shield going straight for my chest. I tried to dodge it but I wasn’t fast enough, suddently my left shoulder was screaming in pain as the blade went straight into it, it found a gap between the armor and went straight through my shoulder and into the stonewall. The pain was burning, the blood flooded out as I cried out in pain and tears appearing my eyes. In a burst of pain I grabbed the Dunmer’s neck so hard, I could hear his breath slowing down until he lost the grip on his katana before I threw him into to the left making him tumble around before going face first into the stonewall, I followed by grabbing the sword hilt and taking out from my shoulder, the immense pain brought me to my knees as I took out the enchanted blade. With a few exhausted steps I came up to the Dunmer slashing down against his neck. As the sword fell, the thoughts of what I was taught went through my head, it felt like an eternity as the blade came closer, just then I realized what was happening. With only inches from his neck I withdrew the blade hitting him straight in the shoulder, he cried out in pain but the Telvanni Armor did its job. I raised the sword before pointing it down against his neck showing my victory and looked up at the judges, they only gave me an emotionless nod before I dropped the sword and fell back. I had almost killed the Dunmer in the trials, it could have been the worse mistake I could have done. My vision was all blurry as I looked up into the Arena ceiling. The sounds was hollow as I heard steps around me, I tried to feel my way to my belt where I had the potions. I found the cure wounds potion and with a short struggled getting the vial open I drank it all before starting coughing and turned to my side with tears in my eyes. An Ordinator helped me up on my feet; I felt dizzy but managed to stay on my feet as I was followed down to the door leading out of the arena.
As I entered the corridor some warriors and mages gave me a smile while nodding as I came victorious out from the arena.
I entered my quarters falling straight on to the bed. The wound hadn’t fully healed and some blood slipped out onto my bed sheet but I gave a damn in it. I sat up looking down at my left shoulder. It was hard to move it at all. Thought it was still early in the morning it felt like I was tired. I leaned back before I closed my eyes to rest.
Broken Blades, broad Shields and Arcane blasts
The trials, the warriors and mages that were to see all over Vivec had arrived. The city was tense, training was there little of. I met Sarvel in the Arena, in the training quarters where I would sleep and train for the days that involved the trial. The first day pasted fast, as I had taken a walk through Vivec, visited the Temple and the cantons, at first the city stunned me thought it wasn’t a city for me. Great mysteries hidden in the dark places of Vivec spoke out to me, I wanted adventure but as Sarvel had told me. I was still young, and the dangers around in Vivec was someone for the experienced, those with years behind them of training and combat. Some of those where also here at the trials, I had managed to get some glimts of the mages sometimes in between, their divine and arcane spells that could unleash such great power I had never seen. Conjuring the strangest of creatures to help them fight, I was truly not ready for this but I didn’t have much of a choice if I wanted a normal life.
The sun rised over the water lighting Vivec the next day, the Ordinators knocked on all the rooms in the training quarters getting people up - it was time for the first round of the trials.
I hadn’t had much sleep, the voices inside my head made me think hard over the night of tactics and attacks I could use in all kinds of scenarios. The instincts sharpened, the emotions were closed out and my body was tense and actually eager for combat. I grabbed my armor, gently and careful I took it on, checking all was at its place and sitting hard. I reached for my belt; in it I had a few things that might become necessary, some cure wounds potions, cure poison potions and a dagger. Not of the best quality but I was hoping they would last out the first round. I went up to the door, grabbing Flamescythe on my way. I looked around on the people going against the arena, tried to point out which of these would be my greatest foe. But it wasn’t even one I could point out, I tried something I doubt I would learn within weeks training, all these people could have their strength and weaknesses just as me. Some laid their eyes on me on their way against arena, taunting, intimidating looks, it felt like they knew me. Many of these warriors was Vvardenfell best, I knew that hope was one think I needed to have on my side today.
I walked down the corridor with the others, the arena door was opened and many were already outside in the arena. Swinging their weapons around and showing off their magic, others stayed neutral, not revealing their powers for the others just as what I did. I stayed out from the middle close to the wall, and had a close look at those near me. I didn’t know how the trials were fought. I was wondering if the warrior near me, just here and now unleashed fury on me other and would let the blood flow.
As my thoughts tried to figure out what was going to happen, people started gathering on the seats around the arena. Thought none of them looked like peasants or normal citizens. Their shiny, big and master worked armor with glowing weapons or fine robes with the smallest of details.
One stepped out in front and looked down at the arena with a scroll in his hand; he was a Dunmer with Ordinator armor but without a helmet. Long dark red hair formed in spikes that pointed backwards and totally red eyes. He looked with sharp eyes on us all, before he raised his scroll up in front of himself.
“Welcome warriors and mages of Vvardenfell, welcome to the trials” He said with a loud and powerful voice echoing through the arena.
“Today is the first day of the trials, and today you will fight. The rules today are simple, your going to win without killing or giving your opponent critical damage. From all I know, most of you know what the trials are about so you will know what not to do while fighting and what you should do” He added as he looked down on us, I remember what Wayne had told me about the trials. And I needed to remember that, it was about courage, honor, respect and discipline for each other while fighting, what a true warrior would have done.
“We will start today with one versus one, over the days we will test you both in fighting against warriors and mages. Against several opponents, with or without weapons and against our Ordinators” With that said he took his scroll down, and turned around taking one of the Ordinators behind him on the shoulder telling him something and the Ordinator just nodded.
Most of us were sent out of the arena the time that followed. Warriors and mages came out; either walking or carried thought they were not dead or had any critical damage. These fights were hard and had its tolls on the body and mind.
It was my time out, I got up and checked my armor for the last time before the Ordinator opened the door and I stepped into the arena. The sand was covered with rivers of blood, the walls was covered in blood and looked like the warriors weapons had been thrown around. In front of me stood a young Dunmer. He wore Telvanni Armor with a katana in his right hand and a shield in the other. I knew nothing about him; he looked at me with cold eyes. He raised his katana in salute, speaking some powerful and loud words in a language I had never heard before. They almost gave me the chills; he followed by taking on his Telvanni Helmet and widened his steps.
I raised Flamescythe, holding it with a strong grip. My instinct sharpened more and more as he started moving in a circle around me. I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster, the adrenalin started kicking in sharpening my scenes more. As I followed his steps I tried to figure out a moment to attack, and there it came. I leaped forward, my katana following as I held it high over my head slashing down. The Dunmer went straight down on one knee and raised his shield to block my powerful blow. He then rolled fast to the side after blocking my blow; he got up fast setting in a counter attack. His katana thrusted forward against my chest, I took a swift spin, dodging his thrust before he unleashed a slash against my blade arm. He could see it coming and withdrew, leaping back into a defensive position; he went fast into a defensive position as well with his shield in front. I needed to come past his shield; I readied myself for another attack. I charged forward once again straight against his shield, he sat his feet out wide preparing himself. With only feet to go I leaped with all my strength into the air, throwing myself over him landing behind him with a rough roll before I got up and made an acrobatic thrust against him. Flamescythe moved fast, the burning blade pierced through the armor between the shoulder blades and right into his back. With a great cry the Dunmer spun around attack with the edge of his shield, the hit was hard on my arm making me drop Flamescythe. His katana followed the movement and went for my throat. I threw myself down to the ground, only to hear the gleaming blade cut through the air right over my head. I stretched out my arms trying to get to Flamescythe only feet away covered in the sand and blood. But the Dunmer wouldn’t stop now, he held out his shield before charging in knocking me straight into the stonewall with his shield.
I could hear my bones crack as I was slammed into the wall, then his katana suddently appeared from behind the shield going straight for my chest. I tried to dodge it but I wasn’t fast enough, suddently my left shoulder was screaming in pain as the blade went straight into it, it found a gap between the armor and went straight through my shoulder and into the stonewall. The pain was burning, the blood flooded out as I cried out in pain and tears appearing my eyes. In a burst of pain I grabbed the Dunmer’s neck so hard, I could hear his breath slowing down until he lost the grip on his katana before I threw him into to the left making him tumble around before going face first into the stonewall, I followed by grabbing the sword hilt and taking out from my shoulder, the immense pain brought me to my knees as I took out the enchanted blade. With a few exhausted steps I came up to the Dunmer slashing down against his neck. As the sword fell, the thoughts of what I was taught went through my head, it felt like an eternity as the blade came closer, just then I realized what was happening. With only inches from his neck I withdrew the blade hitting him straight in the shoulder, he cried out in pain but the Telvanni Armor did its job. I raised the sword before pointing it down against his neck showing my victory and looked up at the judges, they only gave me an emotionless nod before I dropped the sword and fell back. I had almost killed the Dunmer in the trials, it could have been the worse mistake I could have done. My vision was all blurry as I looked up into the Arena ceiling. The sounds was hollow as I heard steps around me, I tried to feel my way to my belt where I had the potions. I found the cure wounds potion and with a short struggled getting the vial open I drank it all before starting coughing and turned to my side with tears in my eyes. An Ordinator helped me up on my feet; I felt dizzy but managed to stay on my feet as I was followed down to the door leading out of the arena.
As I entered the corridor some warriors and mages gave me a smile while nodding as I came victorious out from the arena.
I entered my quarters falling straight on to the bed. The wound hadn’t fully healed and some blood slipped out onto my bed sheet but I gave a damn in it. I sat up looking down at my left shoulder. It was hard to move it at all. Thought it was still early in the morning it felt like I was tired. I leaned back before I closed my eyes to rest.
Your description on the fight was truly amazing; you managed to convey both detail and excitement. I look forward to reading about the rest of the trials.
Just so you all know, I don't want to quite yet another story... I've looked over this one and read some of my notes and I'm actually having a hard time reading what I wrote myself. But I want to give this a go, working on another update now which hopefully will become better and I'm begging you all to come with some criticism (sp?) because I really want to become better at writing - Still have a lot to learn...
I already have one page ready, but I'll see if I can come with something up tomorrow. Posting yet another update Hoping it will be better...
It might not be the best story around But hopefully I can improve...
I already have one page ready, but I'll see if I can come with something up tomorrow. Posting yet another update
Hoping it will be better...It might not be the best story around
But hopefully I can improve...
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