'Ello everyone! My first story here, hope it's decent at least and that you enjoy it!
I understand that a few of you may be confused on the subject of Maormer. To sum it up very briefly, the Maormer, or Sea Elves, are natives of a far off region known as Pyandonea. For more information on this, simply Google "Elder Scrolls Maormer". Google is your friend.
I will say this only once-I'm too lazy to put a disclaimer in every single chapter-I do not own the lore, story, or characters included in this story other than my OC Séonais (pronounced SAY-ohe-niss). Oh, and sorry this first chapter's so short, I'll add more I promise! ^^;
So long ago, yet it feels like only yesterday… Time, my greatest enemy. Time has a way of doing that, it seems. Forgetting, then remembering again, only to have the memories fade away to near nothingness… I was alive, however, although I'm still not quite sure whether I should be thankful or not. The disease gnawed at my soul. I couldn't take it anymore. If only they would release me…
I groaned and lied limp against the cold metal bars of the cell. How long have I been here? Where exactly is 'here'? So many questions rushed through my mind, but they all answered themselves eventually.
"Aren't you worried someone will wander in here? The entrance isn't exactly hidden, you know…" Came a male voice from somewhere near my cell.
"This again?" Said a second voice, obviously a bit irritated "I told you, we have a guard posted, so stop your worrying and get some rest. Your shift is coming up soon, and I don't want you dozing off like you did last time."
"But… What of… What of her?" inquired the first voice "Someone has to watch her, she'll-"
"She'll what? That cell is made of pure steel. No way she's getting out of that."
"Yeah, guess you're right… Hey, how much gold you figure we get for her?" The first voice asked
"A lot, I'll tell you that. Sea Elves is rare. Rare is valuable." I could almost hear the sly grin in the other's voice. "But now you really need to sleep. I'm going to go check the stocks."
Lifting my head slightly, I caught a glimpse of a rather buff looking Nord bandit walk off onto a ramp, and another one lying down on a nearby bedroll. Among other things, I spotted a small table on which a ring of keys sat. If I could just… I struggled to draw upon my magicka reserves. I don't know what the bandits had done to me, exactly, but I was pretty weak. Maybe they drugged me?
Sneaking a wary glance at the sleeping bandit, I cast a Fast Healing spell on myself, and then glanced at the bandit again. He was still snoring loudly. I let out a relieved sigh, feeling much better. I winced however, noticing that my ribs were still a bit sore. Ah well, they would get better in time.
After waiting a while, I took another quick look at the sleeping brigand. He didn't look like he was going to wake up any time soon, so I took a big risk and cast the Telekinesis spell. Once I had the keys in hand, it was only a matter of escaping swiftly and silently.
Stumbling out of the mine, I squinted up at the sun. It hurt my eyes a great deal—more than it normally would, as I was stuck underground for who knows how long—but it was plain to see that it was getting dark. In the distance, through the tall pines, a few rooftops could be seen. A town! I thought maybe I could find shelter there. Even if I couldn't, it'd be better than staying here with cutthroats. So I set off, at as quick a pace as I dared. (I was still sore and famished, so I couldn't move all too quickly.)
'The Sleeping Giant Inn'. Hm. Looks pleasant enough. But then, any place looks pleasant after… I shuddered slightly, not remembering, or wanting to remember. The look I got from the residents when I burst through the door was not one I'll easily forget. Astonishment, wonder, shock, surprise… Even… Fear? Yes, fear. That was probably the most satisfying one of all, fear. I didn't get the chance to properly enjoy these looks however, because as suddenly as I had entered, I blacked out.
