[A/N: This is my first Morrowind fic. I was up until 3 in the morning
working by flashlight to plan out the trilogy. For your information, my
brother is helping me write this, he's an avid Elder Scrolls fan, owns
everygame he does. Please Read and Review. Thanks.]
Chapter 1: Thakzor
Thakzor stood underwater, waiting for the right time. A small procession of Bretons were passing through the swamp, six of them in total. Thakzor, an Argonian, and his two kin were hiding underwater, ready to ambush the humans. The humans finally came to the right place. Thakzor pulled on a cord at the same time as his friends on the opposite side of the path and a large net came up, dumping the men into the water, where they were more vulnerable. Two fell onto Thakzor's side, the rest onto the other side. The Argonian viciously stabbed a man with his rusty blade then cut the second man's head off. He pulled the bodies onto the path and saw the same results with the other four humans.
He heard multiple twangs of bows and saw arrows bury themselves into his two friends. In one fluid motion, Thakzor grabbed a good-condition long sword off a dead Breton's body and dived into the water, narrowly avoiding a second volley. He surfaced around 10 meters away and saw three humans cautiously stepping toward their dead companions. After hauling himself up a tree he decided to avenge his friend's deaths by killing those men. He quietly ran through the trees until he was nearly on top of the men. He jumped out and landed behind the men. Before they could react he cut one's head off then stabbed at another man but the man turned and blocked the attack with his bow. Thakzor ducked under the second man's attack and stabbed up, through the ribs, and into the heart of the attacker. He let go of the blade and dived forwards, avoiding the survivor's sword. The man turned and ran. Thakzor blew a sigh of relief then grabbed a throwing spine and launched it at the fleeing man. It homed in on the man and went through his back, ending up mostly in the man. In seconds the poison killed him.
Thakzor walked over and grabbed his throwing spine then took all the valuables, weapons, and arrows of the men before leaving for his 'house'. He arrived at his dwelling twenty minutes later. He paused outside and looked at his home. It was a hollowed out tree with only one entrance located underwater. Inside is a series of 'rooms' made with a wooden floor with a hole for a ladder. There were 9 rooms in total. The bottom room was for drying off or changing clothes because of the watery path inside. The second and third floors were for combat supplies. The fourth floor was one of his friend's rooms. The fifth was his room, and the sixth was his other friend's room. The seventh and eighth were for treasure, and the top floor was the observatory with exists to high branches.
Thakzor was only 14 when his friends were killed and it pained him greatly. Over the next three years he trained physically and because a very skilled warrior with his poisoned throwing spines and one, long sword. He forced himself to learn a multitude of languages, mainly English, the tongue of the Bretons and Imperialists. He went on many hunting trips, killing small bands of Orcs, Bretons, Imperials, and the occasional stray Khajiit. His hatred for the Bretons burned inside of him and it greatly pained him to know that he would never be able to seriously hurt them back because he was just a lone fighter. Now, after just turning 17 something important happens to him.
[A/N: Hope you like it so far. Don't worry, the beginning chapters are the shortest.]
Chapter 1: Thakzor
Thakzor stood underwater, waiting for the right time. A small procession of Bretons were passing through the swamp, six of them in total. Thakzor, an Argonian, and his two kin were hiding underwater, ready to ambush the humans. The humans finally came to the right place. Thakzor pulled on a cord at the same time as his friends on the opposite side of the path and a large net came up, dumping the men into the water, where they were more vulnerable. Two fell onto Thakzor's side, the rest onto the other side. The Argonian viciously stabbed a man with his rusty blade then cut the second man's head off. He pulled the bodies onto the path and saw the same results with the other four humans.
He heard multiple twangs of bows and saw arrows bury themselves into his two friends. In one fluid motion, Thakzor grabbed a good-condition long sword off a dead Breton's body and dived into the water, narrowly avoiding a second volley. He surfaced around 10 meters away and saw three humans cautiously stepping toward their dead companions. After hauling himself up a tree he decided to avenge his friend's deaths by killing those men. He quietly ran through the trees until he was nearly on top of the men. He jumped out and landed behind the men. Before they could react he cut one's head off then stabbed at another man but the man turned and blocked the attack with his bow. Thakzor ducked under the second man's attack and stabbed up, through the ribs, and into the heart of the attacker. He let go of the blade and dived forwards, avoiding the survivor's sword. The man turned and ran. Thakzor blew a sigh of relief then grabbed a throwing spine and launched it at the fleeing man. It homed in on the man and went through his back, ending up mostly in the man. In seconds the poison killed him.
Thakzor walked over and grabbed his throwing spine then took all the valuables, weapons, and arrows of the men before leaving for his 'house'. He arrived at his dwelling twenty minutes later. He paused outside and looked at his home. It was a hollowed out tree with only one entrance located underwater. Inside is a series of 'rooms' made with a wooden floor with a hole for a ladder. There were 9 rooms in total. The bottom room was for drying off or changing clothes because of the watery path inside. The second and third floors were for combat supplies. The fourth floor was one of his friend's rooms. The fifth was his room, and the sixth was his other friend's room. The seventh and eighth were for treasure, and the top floor was the observatory with exists to high branches.
Thakzor was only 14 when his friends were killed and it pained him greatly. Over the next three years he trained physically and because a very skilled warrior with his poisoned throwing spines and one, long sword. He forced himself to learn a multitude of languages, mainly English, the tongue of the Bretons and Imperialists. He went on many hunting trips, killing small bands of Orcs, Bretons, Imperials, and the occasional stray Khajiit. His hatred for the Bretons burned inside of him and it greatly pained him to know that he would never be able to seriously hurt them back because he was just a lone fighter. Now, after just turning 17 something important happens to him.
[A/N: Hope you like it so far. Don't worry, the beginning chapters are the shortest.]