The Journal of Aetuis Garius
Authors Note: Well, before I dive in , i'd just like to say The Elder scrolls series is not mine, all respective right belongs to Bethesda Softworks and Zenimax Media. However Aetuis, Varal and Auguvia belong to me. Without further ado, I present to you, my first fanfiction:
Chapter 1: Introduction
So, you may not know who I am, so let me tell you. I am Aetius, a hunter by trade. I'm a Imperial hailing from the proud city of Cheydinhal in Cyrodiil. My father is a Redguard, goes by the name of Varal he was a hunter, he prowled the Heartlands in search of animals and hides to bring in coin. While my mother (who is an Imperial) was a smith she goes by the name of Auguvia.
At a young age I was taught by my father on the basics of archery, such as how to string a bow and how to shoot at moving targets. While my mother taught me the ways of smithing and how to repair weapons and armour. While I did think that these skills would prove useless, they aided me in the long road ahead. I also attended the local Schoolhouse in which I was taught how to read and write, as well as to perform basic addition and subtraction.
When I came of age I sometimes accompanied my father on hunting trips. Where my skills in archery grew evermore. While on weekends I worked with my mother at the forges in her shop called 'The Killing Blow'. Although it was hard at first, I forged all manner of items from nails to hinges to locks. Although I didn't pay attention as much as I should have. Working on the counter of the shop taught me the basics of mercantile skills and haggling, I enjoyed this a lot more than smithing. My mother even started to pay me a small amount of Septims for my work at the store, while it was just enough to get by, I eventually saved up and bought a my first bow.
My first bow was a Colovian Longbow, the wood which the bow was from the towering Red Oaks in the Colovian Heartland. It did cost me quite a lot. I pretty much had very few septims left afterwards. That bow saved my life quite a few times. My current bow that I have now is an is a Birch Longbow, which are the very same bows that the Imperial Legionnaires use here in Cyrodiil. I decided to craft my own armour, however that turned out worse than expected, it hardly looked like armour. Think of patchwork clothing, now instead of patches, think of random bits of leather that have been hastily stitched together. Once again I did realise I should have payed more attention to my mother armour smithing lessons instead of staring out the window, or admiring the houses ceiling and brickwork. In the end I just bought a cheap colovian leather jerkin, with some steel greaves and a pair of reinforced travelling boots.
Once I had these items I set out exploring, believe me Cyrodill is a beautiful place filled with wonders, but also danger. The Legionaries try their best to keep the road clear of bandits and highwaymen but inevitably as things often do some survive. I've had to kill to ensure my survival, it doesn't get any easier, however as an old Legionnaire once said 'hesitation on the battlefield can prove deadly'.
However to get the best game you need to stray from the well guarded roads and into the forests. Unfortunately many forests are infested with Bandits, Skeletons and other horrors. I did bag quite a few deer venturing into the Colovian heartland, however I almost died when I decided to be a 'hero' and run into a bandit fort. That wasn't the best of ideas, in fact it's the worst one i've had so far. There archers tore into my armour, and my short sword couldn't get past there shields. In the end I just ran. The Bandits just laughed as I ran. Let me tell you its agonizing running with an arrow embedded in your leg. Once I had put enough distance between the fort and myself, the adrenaline started to wear off I started to notice the arrow embedded in my leg. It wasn't my finest hour, I had to rip the arrow out of my leg because if I had drunk a healing potion with it still stuck in my leg, it would have healed the wound, around the arrow and cause the arrow to become more firmly embedded in my leg. I still have that damn leg scar.
Anyway a few weeks later, I decided it would be a good time to cross the border into Skyrim, now that was an unparalleled mess.
So, constructive criticism is welcome, feel free to evaluate and tell me what you liked and disliked, I hope you enjoyed my first chapter of Aetuis Journal.