Authors Note: This fan-fiction is intended as a one-shot though it might turn into a real story, tell me if you want it to be continued and what sort of stuff you want to happen. I like it when people give me ideas for things, makes my job easier oh ho ho. This is intended as a FalcarXFHero story, however as with most of my stories involving OC's I will leave out any drastic detail so you can somewhat envision your own female character in the role. Of course there a certain things that have to be mentioned so it will be safe to assume the Hero in this story is not an Orc, Argonian or Khajiit. Sorry folks, also I'm just going to refer to her has 'hero' since I can just imagine Falcar being patronising to her. Anyway enough of the authors not I hear you yelling, on with the story.
"Mister Falcar, Mister Falcar". Heavy footsteps pounded down the halls of the Cheydinhal Mages guilds inviting numerous amounts of raised eyebrows from its few members. Deetsan looked up from her position on the bench; she had been sitting there for a few hours now taking the quietness of the early morning as a means to catch up on her reading. However it seemed their newest associate, Vidkun, had other ideas on how to spend ones morning.
"You're in early today Vidkun, have you gotten any more recommendations yet"? Her scaled features twisted into a friendly smile, her orange eyes heavily lidded as always yet somehow warm. Vidkun stopped mid-step and did a dramatic turn, a triumphant look on his face which suggested she was correct in her assumption.
"Ah well done Vidkun, so I'm also guessing that means you're here to talk to Falcar"? She tried to mask the resentment in her voice at the mention of the lead Altmer's name. Falcar had been head of their guild for a few months now and hadn't exactly worked his way into the hearts of its members, at first they had just thought him aloof and possibly a little shy but now it was obvious the man felt less emotion than a dead mudcrab.
"You got it". Vidkun practically beamed energy has he pranced over to Deetsan's side, plonking down beside and kicking out his legs making himself very much at home. "It was a breeze getting that recommendation from Bruma, all I had to do was find this poxy missing Khajiit". He stretched out his arms and threw them behind his head, relaxing onto the wall and letting out a sigh. "I'm thinking I'm getting used to this Associate stuff".
Deetsan smiled affectionately and patted the young man on the shoulder. "Don't get to ahead of yourself Vidkun, that was only your first recommendation, I think you'll find others a little more tasking". She went back to her book, gently turning the page with a clawed hand before tracing a finger down till she came to the part she needed.
"So is Mister Falcar around". Vidkun leant forwards and glanced around the room, his head bobbing a little. "He said once I got a recommendation from another Mages Guild he'd consider writing one himself". The sound of crinkling pages filled the near empty halls; Deetsan turned another few pages before closing the book shut.
"Did he now". The question seemed more rhetorical than an actual enquiry; Deetsan turned her attention to the brown hair man and lowered her voice to a whisper, just in case. "Vidkun, please be careful okay, and if you run into any trouble come to me straight away". The corner of Vidkun's lips turned upwards and into a grin, he lurched forwards and flipped up.
"Thanks Deetsan". The man raised a hand and waved it from side to side as he began to walk towards the building's basement where the moody Altmer spent most of his days. "I think I'll buy ten sweet roles after I pass this test". He opened the basement door and walked down the steps.
"And I'll eat them all at once". The door slammed shut.
And that was the last time anyone saw Vidkun.
Falcar's slender fingers tapped against the oak wood of the dining room table, a few radishes rolled around in the otherwise empty fruit bowel. He glanced at the grandfather clock which was placed in the north corner. "Eleven o'clock". He felt remarkably stupid as he reciprocated the time to himself, but heck there was nothing else to do around here. Everyone else had gone to bed and there was only so much research he could do before he began to go cross-eyed from staring at books all day.
"Falcar"? The man in question leapt from his position at the table and flung himself away from the source of the voice, positioning himself against the wall as if ready for a fight. Instead he was met with the ever calm gaze of his second in command Deetsan, whose expression looked half-way between amused and astonished. "I apologise, I did not mean to startle you". There was a laugh laced within her voice, she no doubt found his reaction all too amusing considering his usual stoic stature.
"I was simply lost in thought; some of us do work around here". Falcar snapped at the argonian, his left hand twitching and clenching, flames heating the tips of his fingers just daring to explode out and burn that smile off her face.
"Yes you looked possibly vexed which was why I approached you". Deetsan brought her hands out and clasped them in front, trying to make an open stance so as to not scare Falcar off. The high elf may have been as warm as a block of ice but it was her nature to try and loosen people up and get to know her fellow mages, they were going to be working together and the current distance between them wasn't helping run the guild as smoothly as she liked. "Is there anything troubling you Falcar, you've been less talkative than usual the past few days and some of the guild members are worried". A blatant lie if there ever was one, and Falcar did not appreciate the sentiment at all.
"No there is no trouble; if your friends are worried then that is their problem". He basically growled out at the smaller woman who lowered her head and tensed up at being spoken to in such a manner.
"Well if you are sure, you've been taking a lot of the work sent from the council on yourself; usually the work is separated out equally so we all have an input". Deetsan walked over to the table and picked up one of the radish and giving it a quick look over before popping it in her mouth.
"One would think you and your group would enjoy the extra time to do nothing". Falcar watched her eat the radish in slight disgust; he detested the things and was somewhat uncomfortable eating with someone watching him. Deetsan chewed on the radish for a while and then swallowed, giving Falcar that look which suggested she had something very important to ask him.
"Have you seen Vidkun lately, last time I spoke to him he said he was going to be doing a task for you". Her eyes were purposefully intense and suspicious, within right, people didn't just disappear and Falcar was the last one to see him.
"Vidkun, was he that idiot associate"? He paused briefly to raise his head a little in a pompous manner so he was looking down his nose at Deetsan. "Last time I saw him he was going to retrieve a lost ring of mine, the moron hasn't returned yet so I'm just assuming he failed or gave up". Falcar sighed in a bored manner, trying to show Deetsan just how little he cared about this conversation.
"If he can't even receive a ring from a well then he is hardly going to flourish in the mages guild".
Deetsan was about to reply when she heard the front door of the guild open, the hinges creaking and soon followed by the loud footsteps of heavy boots and the squeaking as the trod on the floor. It must have been raining outside and the expression on Falcar's face was a picture as he seemed to envision their visitor trekking in muddy foot print. He flew from the dining room like a bat out of hell and stormed into the entrance room where a young woman now stood caked from head to toe in mud and water, her hair curling and sticking to her flushed face. "Hey". She spoke nonchalantly, waving and smiling as she removed her helmet and dumped it on the floor, her hair now completely messy and matted.
"Who the hell are you"? Falcar looked about ready to scale the distance between them and wrap his hands around her neck, throttling the life out of her. The woman did not answer his question straight away; instead she bent down and began to pry off her muddy leather boots, chucking them next to the helmet. She then removed her greaves and body armour so she was left in a rather common outfit that was just as soaked and grim ridden. "I'm the hero of Kvatch, but my real name is-". She was cut off.
"Hero of Kvatch, so you're that woman who closed the Oblivion gate and 'saved' the poor citizens"? Falcar raised both eyebrows evidentially not all that impressed with her entrance or her deeds. "Don't tell me you came her seeking to join the mages guild, surely someone of you celebrity status is above that"? The Hero just smiled even when faced with such a patronising remark.
"Well actually yes that is exactly what I intended to do, the guild is open to new recruits isn't it, besides I've already got recommendations from every other guild hall". She smiled in a cocky manner and began to try and rake some of her fingers through her hair to tame the mess and pull out any loose dirt.
"Ah so you are the new associate, I've heard about you from Chorrol, they were very pleased with you and I've heard glowing remarks from the other guilds". Deetsan appeared in the doorway, smiling pleasantly at the new recruit who was still struggling in the battle between her and her hair. Deetsan laughed a little, she certainly wasn't what she expected, a lot less fierce and scary and more endearing. "My dear you are welcome to use our facilities here if you desire a bath, all associates are free to roam the guild". A glare from Falcar forced her to add a little to the end. "Except for Falcar's room and study of course".
"Yeah please, that road from Anvil sure is dangerous; I got attacked three times by bandits and five times by bears and wolves". Her laugh was a little unsettling; surely being attacked was a bad thing. Deetsan walked forwards and picked up the girls discarded items, making sure to keep them at arm's length to avoid getting covered in dirt herself.
"I'll take these down to the laundry room; one of the lower members will wash them in the morning for you". The argonian walked off with the items and headed down the stairs leaving her alone with a now extremely upset look altmer.
"You okay there"? She blinked in what he considered a stupid manner. "You look a little shell-shocked". Another stupid look. "Bad day at work huh"? She gave a knowing nod and weakly punched him in the arm, for a second Falcar might have actually burst into flames.
He quickly calmed himself down and pulled out of her reach, walking towards the basement without another word. She watched as he opened the door and closed it, his light steps becoming lighter till he was out of earshot. "Strange man". The Hero of Kvatch walked off herself towards the bathing facilities, the idea of a nice warm bath soothing her soul and putting a little skip in her step.
I am so sorry for the length of this chapter, I wrote it a few weeks ago when the story was still fresh in my mind and never got around to finishing it. So consider it a short prologue if you will. This story, as with all my stories still pending, will be completed at a sporadic pace. I tend to flit in and out of obsessions and am currently a little hooked on other games at the moment so am writing stories about them. However I will soon come back to Oblivion so if you want to continue reading this story don't fret, there will be updates. - Temp