Unbreakable
By
PhysicsFish
Authors Note: This is my first fic. The first few chapters are set before the events of Morrowind! I've been RPing as this guy for so long that I've just wanted to start writing out his story. I've kept his name and general story (with tweaks depending on gameplay) since Morrowind. He's been through Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim and he's currently adventuring in ESO. I have a lot to catch up on so some parts may feel rushed. It was much harder than I thought it would be to actually write his story. I hope people enjoy...
Chapter 1: Trade Secret
My name is Alucard Wesker. My name was unusual for an Argonian. My parents, both merchants, believed that having a non-Argonian name would give me some advantage because of the discrimination towards Argonians. I lived in Helstrom, Blackmarsh, in a time where the Argonian slave trade was alive and well. Helstrom was a safer place than most; it was incredibly difficult for other races to reach, due to the terrain. Despite the slave trade problem, Black Marsh needed to continue trade and business with other regions to survive.
I had hatched under the Shadow sign, a Shadowscale. As a Shadowscale, I began rigorous training as a child to fulfil my destiny that the stars had foretold. I would wake early every morning to be trained in stealth and combat in preparation for my service to our king. This was my duty, something I was very proud of. With all the conflict in Black Marsh, I felt a swell of pride at the idea of being able to bring justice to our people. I was determined to make a change.
Poverty and lack of amenities were becoming an increasing problem and to make matters worse, Argonian tribes had begun fighting over the little resources and safe land that remained. Families would make perilous journeys to fulfil contracts or live in more dangerous areas to cultivate business in hopes of living a more enriched life – although this was rarely a reality and often short-lived. My tribe had been suffering similar issues. We had been attacked out of the blue by a rival tribe for our food supply – there were no casualties, but we found ourselves in dire straits. Our chief came to our parents for help, pleading with them to seek trade so that we may feed our kin.
Having no choice, my family made the journey to the port town of Lilmoth to meet with a Dunmer merchant who had imported food. When we finally arrived, the merchant led our family onto the cargo ship to sign the contract for the goods and to examine them. Standard practice. However, we quickly realised that the deal was fake as we became surrounded by large, armed mer in the cabin. There was no food import - it was a ploy to capture slaves.
My father brandished a dagger he had concealed and lunged. I had never seen him so full of rage and fear – he buried the dagger deep into the throat of the nearest henchman before slashing another nearest the door. He charged and tore open the door before throwing me out by my shirt.
"Run!" Were his last words. A desperate cry before he was overpowered. I ran as fast as I could and leapt off the ship into the ice-cold water. After what seemed like an eternity of praying that my family would join me, the ship began to move. I was alone. I tried to flee back to Helstrom but the journey was plagued with danger. When I finally returned with no supplies and having fled, I was rejected and banished.
I trained daily and became an expert at survival. Due to the dangers and problems in Black Marsh, fellow Argonians were too afraid or impoverished to take me in or help me in any way. I quickly learned that life was cruel and began to despise the Dunmer for taking my family away. I missed my parents but crying solved nothing. It got me nowhere. I learnt to survive, to fight, to kill.