ElderScrolls: Adventures of Ianian and Altaer Chapter 1, an elder scroll series fanfic

Elderscrolls: The tales of Ianian Greyhound and Altaer.

Chapter One: Stripped

"They are vile creatures, uncivilized, poor and most of all lower than any mer." Father Greyhound spat, he was of course speaking about the Khajiit. Father Greyhound hated Khajiit and Argonians with a passion, he wanted to work ever last one of them to death or well extinction.

"They take what good air we have,eat our food and poison the minds of our children." he ranted, and snarled.

"But Father Greyhound, they are people too." I said in a shaky voice, afraid of his consequences. I am Ianian greyhound the eldest son of the Greyhounds. Father is a slave driver, he sells them to other Dunmer for Imperial Septims.

"What?!" Father snapped "Are you a khajiit lover?" he questioned, when I didn't answer he leaned over me and said "Listen here boy, you get rid of trash, not befriend it." he stood back up adjusting his braided black hair, and sent me to my room with out a slap.

"You mustn't talk back to your father, cub." J'skirao warned as she comforted me "If you catch him on a bad day, suffering will only come." I sniffled, my grey skinned face stain with tears I silently curled into the friendly Khajiit slave, I wanted to become Headmaster so I could send her back to Elsweyr to be with her 4 four small cubs. J'skirao once showed me a drawing of her cubs and mate, and told me how dear they were to her.

"J'skirao...Why does Father Greyhound hate Khajiit?" I asked as I let her take my long black hair out of the uncomfortable dunmer style.

"Because young cub, we are different. They blood is not the same." She said while picking at a tangle "Lord Greyhound I think, is afraid of change."

I turned back to her, the tired eyes and sunken cheeks of the kind Khajiit stared back at him with a faint smile "But it's on the inside that counts, we are the same" I state being only 14 i didn't understand.

J'skiaro's eyes widen and she put her hand over my mouth "Cub, do not say such a thing, if knowing ears heard unknowing words than trouble would be sure to grow." she pleaded and made me promise to never speak of this again. I complied.

"I love you J'skirao" This was true, she was like a mother to me and I would do anything she asked, and she loved me. I hugged her and smiled.

She hugged me back tenderly "I love you too young cub." she chuckled.

Little did they know Lord Greyhound was listening in, disgusted that his son would think of a Khajiit as a mother, he wrinkled his nose up and clenched his fist. Something had to be done about this. If Ianian dishonored that family in anyway extreme action must be taken. Lord Greyhound stormed away to the Greyhound estates living area where Lady Greyhound was reading. He hissed at her and blamed the fact that Ianian was a Khajiit lover on her side of the family and such a boy could not be apart of the house and that he was going to take action but then Lord Greyhound had a better idea, to wait until he was a few years older to wait until Ianian could understand his methods and than strike.

Ianian awakened to the roar of a near by herd of insects, J'skirao was always there to greet him when he would awake. Ianian was a dunmer,this meant it was extremely important to be educated. His two younger brothers were only 3 and 4 so only Ianian attended. Classes started at 6 am to 12 pm. So in the morning he would have 2 hours of writing classes, 1 hour of reading classes, then he would have to practice his math skills all of these were taught to him by his mother, 2 hours of business classes and 1 hour of history were all taught by his father.

J'skirao was a slave so she had no right to education but that didn't stop Ianian he was determined to teach her to read so that when she returned to Elsewyr she could teach other Khajiits. Of coarse J'skirao didn't have time to learn but while she was cleaning or working Ianian read to her. It was one of the few things she loved. ***

Fours years had pasted and Ianian was growing into a fine young man, now being 17 he was at the peak of his education, he was a genius and showing signs of a great leader. J'skirao was still with him, she had grown older but she was strong Khajiit which was a rare occasion because Khajiits have a hard time adjusting to the ash filled air. Ianian had been sweet on a 16 year old khajiit girl her name was Ro'Liko,he of course only told J'skirao of his love. Ianian had successfully taught Ro'liko to read and write. He would often exchange love letters and notes with her.

"Are you pleased Father?" I asked straightening my posture as father tweaked and adjusted my overcoat.

"Yes my son you will soon be a fi-" he stopped talking when a letter fell from my pocket. "what is this?" he tilted his head, I held my breath when I realized that it was the envelope that I kept all my love letters from Ro'liko in.

Lord Greyhound slowly opened it and slapped me away when I tried to take it back, he read two letter one from me and the other from Ro'liko. I looked up at me with rage in his already red eyes, he threw the envelope at me.

"YOU SICKEN ME! YOU...YOU DISGUSTING TRAITOR!" He yelled and then took me by the hair and threw me to the floor where he then beat me senseless, he then hit me with a hard object knocking me unconscious, I then heard his say "I should've done something sooner."

I awoke to the sound of Ro'liko and J'skirao calling my name, I opened my eyes and they slowly adjusted to the dim lights, it seems I was in the barracks. I went to move my everything hurt. I reached out my bloody hand searching around for Ro'liko and when she gripped my palm i let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you hurt?" I asked her, her hand was shaking that usually meant she was crying. "Ro'liko?" I asked slightly panicked.

"No, we are ok...But..." She sobbed "Your beaten really bad..." I then felt J'skirao touch my hand aswell.

"As long as your ok, I'll be ok" I smiled and inched closer to her side of the cell, I winced and then fell unconscious my head still bleeding.

When I awoke next I was being dragged, my head was covered with a sac and my hands were bound. I struggled only to be hit again, Dunmer guards weren't very gentle i'll tell you that.

I hit something hard and then was made to kneel, the bag was removed,my gruesome appearance made the crowd shudder, I heard J'skirao and Ro'liko call for me.

"This dunmer has betrayed us, his own kin. He is guilty with Treason and fraternizing with the Khajiit slaves, This is punishable by death but since Lord Greyhound is a outstanding citizen of Morrowind, we shall show mercy." the deathkeeper announced." Ianian Greyhound, Eldest son of Lord Greyhound is here by sentenced to being stripped of his birthright, his no longer a upper-class dunmer, his is worth no more than a Khajiit!" He than turned his back to the crowd, my father handed him a daedric dagger and he than gripped my long black hair and cut it off...by the time he was done I had less then 1 inch of hair, the hair I had since I was a boy was taken from me. I knelt there, infront of everyone and was humiliated.

J'skirao adverted her eyes not wanting to me like that but Ro'liko watched everything.

the announcer through my hair to the floor and spat on it then turned his attention to the Khajiits "Kill them." he said.

J'skirao was first to die by the chopping block and then Ro'liko was next...she looked right at me, I screamed and pleaded but it was too late, the annoucer took his dagger and raised it to her throat.

"NO!" I yelled and tried to stand, the guard pushed me down, I overcame them and rushed over to her body and kneeled beside her, hands still bound I pulled her closer to me and sobbed.

"It's you who are the vile creatures!" I sobbed looking over to J'skirao's limp body and then down at the lover I held in my arms. The guards charged over and with the handle of the sword struck me in the head and kicked me in the sides.

I was stripped of my Dunmer rights, now a slave, better yet considered a Kahjiit slave. I lost my true family, J'skirao and Ro'liko...gone. everything I've ever loved was just ripped away from me.

I curled into myself and rolled into a fetal position. I took my hand and rubbed my shaved head and I wept.

Right then and there I vowed for revenge.

-Author's note: Hai, I am a HUGE elder scrolls fan. Sadly I have a very good understanding of time in the so if something is a little off then please relax. Ianian and Altaer and both my characters from oblivion and skyrim and I kinda imagined this story. I decided to write it to keep myself occupied :D

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