Alright guys, this is a story I did at the beginning of the year over at the Bethesda forums. It got decntly good reviews. I am revamping it and posting here with some new edits. Enjoy and tell me what you think.

Voltairus

The frail, old man slowly lifted himself up from his bed. He winced at the sound of his joints popping, reminding him that he was not as fit as he used to be. A skeleton of his former self if you will. He hobbled slowly over to the window and pulled aside the dusty curtains. Sunlight bathed him in warmth, and for a second the old man felt the pain go away. The view from his window revealed Lake Rumare, calm and serene. The wind gently guided the waves to the shoreline as they slowly ebbed away at the landscape. Sadly, the lake was the only thing worth looking at considering where he lived. Life on the waterfront was not exactly a desired spot for the elderly, but Cassius survived. He never bothered anyone, and no one bothered him.

At the ripe age of 72, his daily routine consisted of; getting up at the crack of dawn, pestering the young for their style and slang, and constant talk about how life was when he was a youngster. He was once good looking but now he wears a crooked nose and wispy, long, white hair that touches his now wimpy shoulders. Shoulders that haven't carried a bedroll or any adventure equipment in decades. Just a skeleton of a skinny Breton with his walking stick.

The view from his other window revealed two pirates beating the hell out of a tiny bosmer. Typical. Cassius sighed, now hobbling over to his trusty walking stick before marching out of his little house. The chilly morning air passed over him and he momentarily debated continuing on. "Hot tea sounds good right about now." He thought. "Nah, damn youngsters!" And he started up again, heading towards the scene outside his window. The two pirates were still giving the bosmer a beating and on occasion they'd throw in an insult here and there. Cassius walked into their peripheral vision, causing them to stop and look up.

"What do you want old man, this isn't a show, now scram!" One of the pirates said clenching their fists.

"You don't scare me punk! I've killed goblins bigger than you," Cassius barked. "Now let this kid go, you've done enough here." Cassius straightened up his posture to attempt to look more intimidating. His interjection caused the bosmer to look up, his nose all bloodied up and his cheeks bruised.

The two pirates gave each other a questioning look as if saying, "Is this guy serious?" They stepped over the bosmer, who scrambled away and watched from a short distance as the offenders closed in around Cassius. "Look here grandpa, what we do is none of your business, I'd suggest you get your saggy ass back in your hut before something bad happens." The pirate finished that sentence with a hard poke to Cassius' chest, causing him to step back.

"That was not a smart move, punk!" Cassius said as he raised his walking stick.

"Stop playing around!" The pirate attempted to take the stick from Cassius but was immediately electrocuted and he crumpled to the ground, slightly smoking. The other pirate saw this and backed away slowly raising his hands in surrender. A fireball was emitted from Cassius's hand and flung at the pirate, who in turn caught fire. He ran around for sometime before diving into the lake. Other pirates who were working the docks took notice of what was going on and drew their swords and approached the unlikely duo.

"Come on kid," Cassius said to the young bosmer, who stood in awe at the events that just transpired, "We gotta go!"