Prologue
This is my first try on my own crossed over fic, so please don't be a cruel person to such a fragile person like ME! (No really.)
I don't own anything.if I did I would not be writing this instead I would be having a great time in another country..
The characters I added are originals from their respective owners.
The characters from The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind are as they are by Bethesda (or however its spelt) with added mods that I downloaded and I found to be a great interest! ^_^
So a big thanks to whoever made the mods!
So onwards with the story!!!
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A gray figure ran by in haste while panting heavily for breath.
"Damn why did I have to get the entire Legion in this region after me for just 'borrowing' sir Vivec's relics?"
The man, clad in nothing but a common cloak jumped at the sight of 7 guards rushing his way with broad swords drawn with the words 'Your Dead" written on it figuratively.
"Surrender the Time Cutter now and your punishment will be small!" shouted all the guards at once.
"Damn I'm going to have to drop this.."
The thief reached for the relic, which was golden and shaped like a discus but with holes on its edges, started to glow.
"What the."
Before he could finish his phrase a blinding flash of light covered the area, leaving 7 dumbfounded guards just standing there with their swords pointing to the ground.
"Nothing happened here okay men?" Called out one of the troopers.
Everyone else nodded furiously with the ever-present sweat drop forming.
Back to the "thief"
The man who had stolen the artifact was floating hopelessly in an endless void, which looked to be a purple haze of cosmic energy.
His features were much more clear this time without his cloak present.
Though he didn't notice, he didn't have any clothes present except the discus which curved around his arm forming a gauntlet over his arm which looked firmly enough in place to be crafted in his skin.
His face was darkly colored with gray, so was the rest of his body. His eyes shown through the darkness with a glowing light that rubies possessed; and his hair was a messy mop of silver spilling all over his face, which were pushed out of his hearings way by his elven ears.
His name was Xeroganis
Known as a good legionnaire until that very day he was being chased by guards for stealing a relic from a God reigning over the city with a deceptively calm aura.
Though he didn't know it, his entire race of Dunmer (which are referred to as dark elves) would be wiped out by the self-proclaimed judgment day present by Vivec in his outrage over his stolen relic, which he valued for his immortality in ruling a single world along with several other supernatural powers.
"Ugh..?"
Xeroganis looked around him in dismay after a disorienting ride across worlds. He looked down to only quirk an eyebrow in mild amusement. For he was dressed in a dark armor with a helmet that was dark and glowing with sickly power of darkness which hid his sharp features under, cuirass which covered his body like an iron curtain and several attachments like a sort of purple cape with and a blaze of purple on his helm resembling that of a Roman centurions design. Also he had added on shoulder pauldrons, which made him appear broader and intimidating, boots that added the sound of death walking over to your house and knocking on your door. To put it bluntly, he looked evil, and he liked it too.
Gripped tightly in his hand was a sword; which had a curious design on it which represented curling serpents riding across the hilt and up the blade.
"Hey you're my new owner eh?"
The dark elf stared at the sword, which chuckled with an impish tone
"Never heard of me before?"
Xeroganis just slowly shook his head.
"Ah well that doesn't matter too much, all I need is something to stab."
Xeroganis slowly stood up unaware of a crowd watching him.
He looked around to see teenagers in school uniforms, which he did not find familiar.
Looking up he read a sign that he couldn't understand.
"Fu.ri.kan?" (A/N sorry I don't remember how to spell the school name.()
The crowd left being accustomed to weird things happened, why of course this is Nerima!
Xero (A/N I will refer to him as this because it's shorter and sounds better ;)) started walking towards the main building when he heard an explosion and the cursing
"DAMN YOUR RANMA!" A/N so what do you think so far? Story sound boring? Yeah of course because this is just the beginning! Bwahhah!
And im sorry to anyone ACTUALLY reading this for the lack of descriptions, I will try to make up for it.
Please R&R! It's my blood and breath.
And it keeps me away from your bedroom window at night.
This is my first try on my own crossed over fic, so please don't be a cruel person to such a fragile person like ME! (No really.)
I don't own anything.if I did I would not be writing this instead I would be having a great time in another country..
The characters I added are originals from their respective owners.
The characters from The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind are as they are by Bethesda (or however its spelt) with added mods that I downloaded and I found to be a great interest! ^_^
So a big thanks to whoever made the mods!
So onwards with the story!!!
@========================================================@
A gray figure ran by in haste while panting heavily for breath.
"Damn why did I have to get the entire Legion in this region after me for just 'borrowing' sir Vivec's relics?"
The man, clad in nothing but a common cloak jumped at the sight of 7 guards rushing his way with broad swords drawn with the words 'Your Dead" written on it figuratively.
"Surrender the Time Cutter now and your punishment will be small!" shouted all the guards at once.
"Damn I'm going to have to drop this.."
The thief reached for the relic, which was golden and shaped like a discus but with holes on its edges, started to glow.
"What the."
Before he could finish his phrase a blinding flash of light covered the area, leaving 7 dumbfounded guards just standing there with their swords pointing to the ground.
"Nothing happened here okay men?" Called out one of the troopers.
Everyone else nodded furiously with the ever-present sweat drop forming.
Back to the "thief"
The man who had stolen the artifact was floating hopelessly in an endless void, which looked to be a purple haze of cosmic energy.
His features were much more clear this time without his cloak present.
Though he didn't notice, he didn't have any clothes present except the discus which curved around his arm forming a gauntlet over his arm which looked firmly enough in place to be crafted in his skin.
His face was darkly colored with gray, so was the rest of his body. His eyes shown through the darkness with a glowing light that rubies possessed; and his hair was a messy mop of silver spilling all over his face, which were pushed out of his hearings way by his elven ears.
His name was Xeroganis
Known as a good legionnaire until that very day he was being chased by guards for stealing a relic from a God reigning over the city with a deceptively calm aura.
Though he didn't know it, his entire race of Dunmer (which are referred to as dark elves) would be wiped out by the self-proclaimed judgment day present by Vivec in his outrage over his stolen relic, which he valued for his immortality in ruling a single world along with several other supernatural powers.
"Ugh..?"
Xeroganis looked around him in dismay after a disorienting ride across worlds. He looked down to only quirk an eyebrow in mild amusement. For he was dressed in a dark armor with a helmet that was dark and glowing with sickly power of darkness which hid his sharp features under, cuirass which covered his body like an iron curtain and several attachments like a sort of purple cape with and a blaze of purple on his helm resembling that of a Roman centurions design. Also he had added on shoulder pauldrons, which made him appear broader and intimidating, boots that added the sound of death walking over to your house and knocking on your door. To put it bluntly, he looked evil, and he liked it too.
Gripped tightly in his hand was a sword; which had a curious design on it which represented curling serpents riding across the hilt and up the blade.
"Hey you're my new owner eh?"
The dark elf stared at the sword, which chuckled with an impish tone
"Never heard of me before?"
Xeroganis just slowly shook his head.
"Ah well that doesn't matter too much, all I need is something to stab."
Xeroganis slowly stood up unaware of a crowd watching him.
He looked around to see teenagers in school uniforms, which he did not find familiar.
Looking up he read a sign that he couldn't understand.
"Fu.ri.kan?" (A/N sorry I don't remember how to spell the school name.()
The crowd left being accustomed to weird things happened, why of course this is Nerima!
Xero (A/N I will refer to him as this because it's shorter and sounds better ;)) started walking towards the main building when he heard an explosion and the cursing
"DAMN YOUR RANMA!" A/N so what do you think so far? Story sound boring? Yeah of course because this is just the beginning! Bwahhah!
And im sorry to anyone ACTUALLY reading this for the lack of descriptions, I will try to make up for it.
Please R&R! It's my blood and breath.
And it keeps me away from your bedroom window at night.