To you dear adventurers of Tamriel,
After seeing absolutely no fanfiction whatsoever on The Elder Scrolls Online, I have taken it upon myself to get the ball rolling. My Argonian character, who will be the main character we follow throughout this story, will be the Vestige. The people and heroes he will meet along the way, will not only include the main NPCs in the storyline for the Ebonheart Pact, but also your characters, whether they be heroes or simple folk met along the journey. These experiences will shape my characters journey, as he will either fight along side them, against them, or even accept contracts, since my Argonian is a part of the dark brotherhood. I'll get into that in his back story. As for whether or not this story will have an ending, I have no idea, as each zone is a story of their own. I am writing this story for fun, as well as for the experiences I shared with others I have fought alongside. Two of these said individuals I shared my adventure with will come into the story in do time, but for now, my character is on my own, unless any who read this are willing to submit their own OC until that very moment. RP wise, my character is not affiliated with either the fighters guild or mages guild. Missions Du-Al will partake depends on the actions of your own characters, no matter their race or affiliation. Du-Al swears no loyalty to the pact, only participating in the main story line if it benefits him in some way. Now with all this said, I share to all of you my OC's appearance and backstory.
Appearance: Dark feathered hair brushed back with one horn adorned on each side at the back ends of his head. Red eyes with dark pupils. Two sets of spikes are set on both sides at the back of his jawline, with six growing along his snout. He has red warpaint covers his the upper part of his face, and has an angular skull. He's slighly above average height, with dark greenish scales, and has crocodile like scales running from his back, all the way to his tail. His form is a little lithe to the point where you could see the edge of his hip bones (Has a bit of a curve down the waisyline). Not malnourished, but definitely appears to be eating less then he should. Upper torso appears strong, and chest poofs out a bit, but lower torso appears average and slightly longer. Legs are long, hips are wide, and feet are long. Arms are average, hands are average, neck appears strong. Is overall not the perfect speciment, but appears to keep perfect cardio, but could eat a little more for better health.
Character Backstory summary:
Du-Al-Wi-El was an Argonian who lived in Black Marsh during his infant years. He was the eldest of two other egg siblings, whose names, "as well as his own" he can not remember anymore. One day, his village was sacked by the Dunmer. He and his family, which included his mother, father, and younger siblings were enslaved. All this happened at a very young age, so the few memories Du-Al has are all a blur. The slavers who had sacked Du-Al's village, had auctioned each of his family members off. The first to go was his father. The second to be sold off is Du-Al's younger brother, who appeared stronger and healthier then either of his two siblings. The last to be sold off was his mother and sister, leaving Du-Al all alone with the Dunmer who had enslaved his entire village. During this time, Du-Al had been stuck traveling with this group, as he had appeared weak and frail. He did not appear strong like his father and brother, and was thought to give and die the moment he would be subjected to manual labor.
For ten years, Du-Al traveled with this group, performing degrading tasks such as dancing for their entertainment, cleaning up after their messes, and even made their punching bag. Du-Al had been miserable, wishing that someone would purchase him, as to escape this group, but no such luck had been given. His entire childhood into his teenage years had been filled with the worst life had to offer. He began to wish he hadn't existed, and even wished he had been born as something else as he became consumed by depression. He became passive to the beatings, never crying out when hurt, and wishing that this time, they would just kill him. This was until Du-Al was forced to fight and kill his own kind. You see, this group of slavers would sometimes pit the Argonians they captured against one another, and bet on who it would be that won (Think chicken fights). It was also effective in rooting out the weak, to ensure that their customers bought the best products they had in stock. Sometimes, they would go to places of business, and show off their wares to the Dunmer houses of Morrowind.
Du-Al was pitted against two Argonians, one that was only slightly taller then him, and another that looked as if he could tear him in two with his bare hands. Though these two would not fight one another, for they had both come from a village the slavers sacked not too long ago. The two refused to fight, and Du-Al breathed a sigh of relief, until arrows had been pointed in their direction. The three would either fight against one another, or they would all die. The two looked at one another regretfully, and then to Du-Al, deciding they would end him quickly before turning on one another. This act enraged Du-Al, these two had thought him weak, that he would just accept his fate and die. Du-Al expected to die of course, but not by the hands of his own kind. At this moment, Du-Al no longer felt depression and self pity, but a strong will to survive, as well as a hatred for others that dared to think he was below them. In that moment, a red haze began to form around him, until it formed into a weapon. (Assassin's blade skill)
The two Argonians looked on in surprise and shock, not believing in what the frail looking Argonian was. He was a shadowscale, and one that was blessed with the powers of the void, that only Sithis himself could gift to any individual at a time. They stood their ground, readying themselves for a fight, while Du-Al looked at himself in astonishment. The power...it felt so...good. Then he heard it, a voice not so different from his own, instructing him on how it was he could defeat the two that stood before him. Du-Al was skeptical at first, but as he listened to the voice, he realized a scary truth. If he did not listen to it, his life would end right now, but he had no idea how he could even perform what it was asking of him. When the two charged, time seemed to slow, until Du-Al appeared above them in the blink of an eye. (Teleport strike skill) This had allowed him to get the drop on the two. He killed the big one quickly by stabbing the red void blade into his neck, and cut the other ones throat with a quick slash.
The Dunmer that watched had all been silent, until they burst into cheers and rants of anger, all making bids to own Du-Al. That day, Du-Al had finally been sold, and the slavers had earned more gold then any other slave they had auctioned off before. Du-Al had been sold off to a Dunmer house called Drallvel, whose family not only owned a plantation in Morrowind, but also got rich in Argonian fights. Du-Al had spent the last of his teenage years, and most of his early adult life in these fights. Du-Al-Wi-El was his stage name, since his master thought to give him a "proper" Argonian name, do to his ability to take on multiple combatants at the same time. Du-Al always had the element of surprise, for his opponents always underestimated his unimpressive frame. They never saw their ends coming, and Du-Al did not regret a moment of these kills, for it was in these moments he felt the most free. He just loved to kill, who would have guessed.
During his seven year stay at house Drallvel, Du-Al was treated better then any Argonian on the plantation and the fights. The head of the house, Zanuravar Drallvel and his wife Ineere Drallvel, treated him kindly for the most part, but he was still treated as a slave. Du-Al was given his own personal hut, was free to roam the plantation, and was sometimes invited to dinners at their table, to ensure that he always remain strong for the next fight. The son and daughter, Rinryn and Etthise Drallvel, did not share the same view of Du-Al, and thought it unnecessary to pamper the slave. The son Rinryn was considered a sexual deviant, do to rumors of him actually "intermingling" with Argonian slave women. Du-Al eventually found out this truth, as the Argonian slave girl who worked on the plantation and within the house as a maid, had always caught the eye of the son. Etthise was a very reserved woman, never bothering with anyone, unless they suited her needs.
In time Du-Al had befriended the Argonian maid, whose name was Numeeeta, who Rinryn would call Lifts-Her-Tail from the steamy book, "The Lusty Argonian Maid". Despite being a Dunmer, Du-Al had to admit that Rinryn had a good eye, as Numeeeta had been one of the most beautiful Argonian women he had ever seen. Her scales glowed a golden light, and her form was breathtaking, he would have considered being her mate...if his heart was actually interested in finding a mate. He didn't understand why, but the voice within his head would always deny him these desires, until there was nothing but bloodlust. Among many things Du-Al considered important at that time, sex, and companionship seemed trivial and unimportant. Still Numeeeta had been his first true friend, and when he could, he would enjoy her company...even when Rinryn would threaten to kill him.
This all changed though, as one fateful day, Du-Al had defended Etthise from an aggressive suitor. He was from house Dres, and would not take no as an answer. He wished to make Etthise his, and would force himself upon her to ensure this. Du-Al had seen the daughter of his master in trouble, and tackled the suitor to the ground. Du-Al then began to beat the suitor, until Etthise told him to stop. Du-Al looked at her funny, but did as she asked, letting the man go. As he ran, he told Du-Al and Etthise that there would be blood for this, and that they would regret denying him. When he was out of sight, Du-Al turned to Etthise, who had tried to keep her composure, but began to cry as she slunk to the ground. As he approached her, he bent down to her level, and asked her if she was alright. His answer came when she wrapped her arms around him as she cried into his chest. She wasn't alright, and she kept apologizing, though for what he didn't understand. When he asked why, she told him that in the act of protecting her, she may have just killed him. That in sparing that wretch, she hoped that some mercy would be offered, and that his life would be spared.
When the two went to Zanuravar, Etthise had told him everything that happened. He hugged his daughter close, but when he looked to Du-Al, his face contorted into one of anger. He socked Du-Al across the face, and was going to further the beating, but Etthise stood between the two. Zanuravar then yelled at Du-Al, telling him that he was a fool. That Du-Al should have gotten one of the guards, or had come to him so that he could dispatch the wretch. Now the man would come back for blood, because a slave at house Drallvel had dared to raise a hand at a member of another house. Du-Al didn't understand any of this, or why it was he was being punished. He thought he would gain more favor from his master for protecting his daughter, but instead it did the complete opposite. Once Zanuravar had finished cursing him out, he told Du-Al to wait for the man's return, and to face the consequences of his actions. Etthise stared surprised at her father, and chased him back inside the house. Du-Al had no idea what was going on, but he listened and simply waited, until two hours later Zanuravar came back out to him.
He handed Du-Al supplies, a dagger, and bow with a few arrows. He told Du-Al that he no longer had a place at this house, and that he had to run. Du-Al had been confused, until he heard Zanuravar say, "You are no longer my slave." Du-Al didn't think he heard him right, and asked him to repeat what he had just said. Zanuravar looked to him with a serious expression, and told him he had to leave, to run and never look back, less he fall victim to house Dres' wrath. As this happened, Du-Al saw Numeeeta run out to him, crying as she hugged him tightly. Their Du-Al saw the rest looking at him. He saw Rinryn looking at him with disdain, but if he had any threats like he usually had, he kept it to himself. Etthise looked at him with an expression of sorrow and regret, while her mother Ineere smiled sadly as she nodded in thanks to him. When Numeeeta showed no signs of letting go, Zanuravar pulled the two apart, and told Du-Al to run and keep running. Du-Al nodded, and began running in the direction Zanuravar had told him to. He told Du-Al, that if he kept running in that direction, eventually he would reach Black Marsh. Du-Al had no idea what "Black Marash" was, but his maste-former master told him it was his home.
For three days Du-Al ran, fighting off the beasts of the wild, as well as braving the harsh weather of Morrowind. When Du-Al came upon a Dunmer settlement, he had heeded Zanuravar's warning, and kept out of sight. On the fourth day, Du-Al was ambushed, as house Dres riders began to chase him down. (Think lord of the rings with Frodo and Sam) After narrowly escaping the riders, Du-Al found himself in Stonefalls, this was when the voice began to speak to him again. It told him to go to a place called Davon's watch, and that he should seek out a woman named Amelie Crowe beneath the city. Du-Al didn't understand why it was telling him to do this, but the voice never lead him wrong. Deciding to forsake the instructions Zanuravar had told him, Du-Al listened to the voice, it's echoes in his head like that of a father guiding his child. When Du-Al came upon Davon's Watch, the voice told Du-Al to search for a sign around it's walls. This though, stopped Du-Al in his tracks, as that idea seemed rather silly. If he even tried what the voice told him to, someone was bound to spot him for sure. The voice chuckled, and told Du-Al that he had nothing to fear, and to just become one with the shadows.
Du-Al was again confused, asking the voice what it meant. The voice then told Du-Al of another ability he was capable of performing, and all that he need do was concentrate. Du-Al nodded and listened, and tried his hand at this ability the voice spoke of. The first few tries were unsuccessful, but on the seventh try he had succeeded. (Shadow Cloak ability) Once this was accomplished he searched the walls, until he finally came upon the sign he was sure he was looking for. Once he entered this area beneath Davon's Watch, Du-Al saw many wonders he had never known before. There were Argonians and Dunmer of course, but also many other strange people and races he'd never seen before. He saw all manner of man, mer, and beast folk talking, working, and laughing with one another. At that moment, the voice told him to keep focus, and to find Amelie Crowe.
From this point on, Du-Al-Wi-El's story follows the dark brotherhood storyline. During his time in the brotherhood, Du-Al learned and grew as a person. He honed his skills, and learned of why it was he had his powers. He had been one of the few lucky individuals that Sithis had blessed with the powers of the void from the moment of his birth. That he was in fact a shadowscale, and that it was possible that his own biological family kept him from embracing his true destiny. That it was Sithis who lead him here, to his true family and home. From that moment on, Du-Al devoted his life to Sithis and the dark brotherhood, fulfilling contracts with great pleasure, and would sometimes go on the hunt for the Dunmer that had enslaved him so long ago. Though a part of him still did wonder what had happened to his family, so when he got the chance, he'd ask if they knew there whereabouts. When none answered or tried to lie to him, he would slit their throats, and leave them to the hungry beasts of the wilds.
During Du-Al's time in the brotherhood, he met a Dunmer named Valrion (A friends character), who joined the brotherhood. The two did not get along at first, do to Du-Al's silent distrust of the Dunmer race, but because he was the new blood, it was required of Du-Al to show him the ropes. Eventually Valrion grew on Du-Al, and the two became as close as brothers. Though one thing still bothered Du-Al, and it was that Valrion made absolutely no mention of his past or family name. Valrion had known of Du-Al's, but Du-Al knew nothing of his in the four years they had worked together. (Du-Al has been in the brotherhood for five, but it was only a year later after the events of the DLC, that they began to recruit again. So Du-Al is already the silencer, and when he's not on a mission for Speaker Terenous, he's just another member of the dark brotherhood. Doesn't care much for titles.) When Du-Al tries to ask Valrion of his past, the Dunmer refuses to answer any of it, and asks that Du-Al never ponder the answer to the question again.
Du-Al nodded, but refused the answer his friend had given him. Yes, Du-Al abused his abilities from time to time, which allowed him to find out his friends secret. You see, Valrion was transgender, and because of this, his own family disowned him. Du-Al had been shocked upon seeing his friend, he had never imagined that this would be what his friend was like during his regular everyday life. When Du-Al confronted Valrion on this matter, he was hurt and told Du-Al the truth. Once it was all out there, Du-Al expressed his discomfort and disgust toward the kind of life Valrion lead, but it didn't mean Du-Al thought any less of him. That he still considered Valrion his best friend, and brother in arms. Valrion was a little relieved, but also a bit offended. He told Du-Al that there was nothing wrong with the way he lived his life. He felt good, and that that was all that mattered. Du-Al rolled his eyes, and scoffed at the notion. Valrion didn't like this answer, and decided he would get back at Du-Al for talking down to him, and for spying on him.
One day Valrion drugged Du-Al when he invited the Argonian to his home. It was then that night Du-Al woke up in the middle of a party within a forest. In their was all matter of sexual proclivities. Men with women, men with men, women with women, men with women dressed like men, women with men dressed like women, interracial sex. Du-Al had no idea what was going on or how it was he got to an orgy party...or why it was he was dressed in a corset. (Think Franken Furter from The Rocky Horror picture show) When he found Valrion, he was dressed in a green sun dress, with a long flowing main of hair. Du-Al wanted to yell at him, but stares of many people made him both blush and feel awkward. Long story short, Du-Al did enjoy the party...though he didn't partake in any pleasures of the flesh. But he did learn two things that night, that he liked to feel sexy, and that he loved the cute little wood elves and how their strangely shaped eyes peered into his soul. From that moment on, Du-Al just kept any complaints he had about Valrion's life style to himself, knowing that the Dunmer would always bring up that night.
Months later, Du-Al was given a special contract from Speaker Terenous, his target...Mannimarco. Though at the time, Du-Al's ego had been inflated, so he thought nothing of assassinating some pampered elf who seated himself on the ruby thrown. This mistake though, had cost his best friends life. Valrion, not wanting Du-Al to take this contract on alone, decided that he would help the Argonian complete the contract. When their attempt failed, Valrion was killed, and Du-Al was sacrificed to Molag Bal. Leading up to the events that take place in The Elder Scrolls online.
So now you all know, and the story is set. If you have your own OC's you believe could add to the story, then write down your characters in a review or PM me. If any of you feel that there are a few questions I left unanswered, don't worry all will be revealed in the story in do time. For now, i hoped you enjoyed this summary on my character, and the peculiar life he's lead.
