Hello random internet person! I'm not sure what brought you here, but welcome! This is my attempt at an Action/Drama fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy!
Please Note:
There are borrowed elements from Attack On Titan, however this is NOT a crossover. All characters are original.
I understand that the Dwemer don't speak English, but come on, they have to for this fanfic.
This is entirely Fictional, and set long before the Fourth Era.
That is all, enjoy.
They walked through the streets of Mazarin, the biggest of all the famous underground Dwemer cities. If they were here on their own accord, it would be magnificent , however being a practically enslaved snow elf in the capital of the Dwemer society tended to taint the experience.
There were three of them, all hailing from the same elvish village four years ago. Nevith, Karliah, and Larin.
Nevith was the oldest, even if by only one year. He was the unsaid leader of the small group, and was also the most skilled. It was said that he could easily hold his own even against the most powerful of Dwemer Generals. The young man was of average height, had a small yet strong build, and had long black hair. A large scar was also prevalent across his cheek.
Karliah was a natural beauty. Her snow white hair was perfectly complimented by her crystal blue eyes. She was the second most powerful in the group, however she lacked intelligence. She was in no way stupid, however she wasn't bright. Young Karliah was incredibly light hearted, and was known for making jokes.
Larin was most definitely the brains of their 'gang'. He always came up with the plans for the group, and also was able to talk the guards out of arresting Nevith on several occasions. Young Larin was the brother of Karliah, and shared her beautiful features, as he too had snow white hair and crystal blue eyes, but what he didn't have was the massive amount of strength. He could always hold his own in battle, however he was definitely the weakest in brute force wise.
They were all orphans, and all poor. They found themselves constantly doing odd jobs for money, and occasionally stealing from rich nobles to feed themselves. The group of friends lived in the Vaakrin district, the poorest and most wretched area of the city.
"Larin...Karliah..." Nevith started quietly "Don't look behind you, we're being followed..."
"I know, I saw them a minute ago after we turned the corner..." Larin whispered back.
The three wiggled through the crowd, they all wore similar black cloaks, as to notice each other easier.
"Bastards are persistent..." Karliah grumbled. She pulled her hood tighter.
"We'll take a left up here into the alley, and see what they want..." Nevith said. He was answered by confirmation nods from Larin and Karliah.
After making a sharp left into the trashy alleyway. Blue fungus clung onto the building's walls, and garbage was everywhere. The three turned around and waited for their followers to show up.
"Karliah, get your crossbow and aim just in case..." Nevith ordered lightly. She did so, and they all stood in nervous anticipation.
Finally, six men walked into the alleyway. All were considerably large, and three had knives drawn.
"You dumb-asses have been following us for a while, what the hell do you want?" Nevith said gruffly.
"Well 'xcuse us, but we happened to notice your gorgeous girl there, and we just want to have some fun with her is all..." The leader spoke up. He seemed to be missing some teeth, and Nevith could smell his horrid breath from where he stood.
"How about you learn to bathe, and realize a pathetic shit-brain like yourself would never find a woman to put up with your lack of intelligence. Now screw off." Larin and Karliah snickered at Nevith's comment.
"The fuck you just say to me?" The man walked up "I'll kick your ass right now, and then screw that bitch..."
Nevith to stepped up and looked at the man. It was quite evident that this thug was considerably bigger and taller than him, however the young man was still unimpressed.
"I said screw off before I kick your ass..." Nevith growled.
"Hahaha, you fucking-" The man spat out blood as Nevith's fist met his stomach. The large snow flew back and hit the ground in front of his men.
"K-Kill him!" The now bloody man yelled to his gang. One man pulled out a small dagger and rushed towards Nevith, however an arrow hit the thug's shoulder and he too fell.
Karliah was now reloading her crossbow as Nevith and Larin charged towards the other four men. With a quick kick, Larin took down one man with ease, while Nevith took down two by hitting one with the other. Now one remained, and terror was laced in his eyes.
"Well...are you going to leave, or will we have to kick your ass as well?" Larin threatened.
The thug stood there for a second, until quickly turning around and sprinting out of the alleyway. Now the alley was quite, and the three friends stood there.
"We'll need to get back soon, it's getting late..." Nevith said.
"Awe, but I'm hungry!" Karliah whined. Larin shook his head with a smile, while Nevith just rolled his eyes.
"We'll stop by a place on the way back...a cheap place..." Nevith told the young girl. They left the alley and began to walk back to their small shack.