Hello.
This chapter is being started at 9:02. I've just published the terminology.
As I'm writing this, it probably hasn't appeared.
My internet is bad like that.
I mean, when I'm in my room if I lean backwards I lose a bar.
So, I'm starting this in the night, finishing it in the morning.
Tomorrow is my birthday, though, so it may or may not be finished until tomorrow.
I also have another fan fiction going right now, so I'm going double time.
Might not be uploading every single day on this one, or my other one.
Unlike my other fanficitons, I won't be writing from multiple POV's.
And this time, no OC POV's.
However my sort of pledge is to not just put your OC in a sentence one chapter and leave them forever.
They will be in multiple chapters and J'tar will interact with them.
Please note this takes place before the events of Elder Scrolls Online.
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J'tar jolted up as the carriage went over a rock.
His eyes snapped open.
He observed his surroundings.
Getting light now. But it was cloudy, and dark because of that.
He would guess it was around six or seven.
He was supposed to be on watch.
To his right, Ganlas was still snoring peacefully.
To his left, Do'bar was still sleeping silently.
If the two bodyguards were heard snoring, it meant J'tar would have to pick a lock and Do' bar would receive a lashing.
Every time J'tar even saw a lock picking device, he trembled.
The carriage went over another rock, and the tall Khajiit next to him woke up.
Do'bar punched the air in front of him and backed up to where he almost fell out, but J'tar grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back down.
Do'bar rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. "Forgive me. This one was dreaming of… Never mind."
"Skooma induced?"
"…This one is guilty."
"I told you two to speak proper! You're lucky this time… I can't punish you while we're in a cart…"
Of course. Ganlas wouldn't sleep in a cart.
Paranoid bastard…
He knew spells. Why did he need two bodyguards?
J'tar moved a bit closer to Do' bar as Ganlas drank wine.
Wine in the morning… Disgusting high elf-
"We've reached the city limits."
The driver turned around to face the three passengers.
"Khajiit aren't allowed in the city. Your friends will have to"-
"Friends? You insult me!"
With that, Ganlas went through the open doors.
"These carriage rides aren't good for Do- my stomach, I meant to say."
"I remember riding horses in Mistral… Much different than these shaky rides."
J'tar sighed.
He would probably be awhile.
J'tar considered running away.
No.
The guards would think he'd stolen something and would make him an arrow pincushion.
Do' bar gave J'tar a loaf of bread and water.
The two ate in silence.
It took about two hours, but finally Ganlas came out of the city gates.
He looked troubled.
Was there bad news about the high king?
Was he…
No. Ganlas wouldn't have been summoned to the courts if it was just news.
He threw the driver a sack of coins. "Windhelm."
"All the way back to Skyrim, sir? You can't afford"-
When the driver saw the amount of coins, he shut up and drove.
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It was a long, grueling ride all the way back to Skyrim.
J'tar hated the region.
Cold, cold, cold.
Nothing like Dune, his old home city.
He could smell the sweet rolls all the way outside the city.
"Follow me."
Ganlas led them across the bridge.
"We're actually going into the city?"
"You can swim down to the docks for all I care. But afterwards, freshen up. I don't want to smell wet Khajiit…"
J'tar exchanged glances with Do'bar.
"Was he being sarcastic?"
"… I don't know. But I think we'll survive."
J'tar looked down over the bridge.
"Icy. I don't like it."
"Jump, coward!"
Damn Nord guards…
"Go on! I want to watch you die!"
"I'll do it if you come with, milk drinker."
"What was that?"
"I said milk drinker."
J'tar tried to stop Do'bar from saying it, but it was too late.
The Nords took their greatswords and axes off their backs.
J'tar jumped off the bridge, dragging Do'bar by the collar.
The wind rushed past him. He was glad he hadn't eaten much earlier.
He braced for impact…
And plunged into the icy depths.
He hadn't hit any ice, neither had Do'bar.
They came up for air.
"Call me a milk drinker again, cowards!"
"Milk"-
J'tar forced Do'bar's head underwater.
He resurfaced it after a moment.
"Are you a madman?"
"I'm just saying what I"-
"Shut up and get to the docks."
The two swam a ways, then climbed up on the platform.
The Argonians backed away a bit.
J'tar rolled his eyes.
"Act like we have rockjoint…"
"Might as well have. We just jumped from"-
"I know. I was there."
Do'bar sighed.
"Ganlas has us talking 'normal' again."
J'tar grabbed some lavender from a plant nearby, and gave some to Do' bar.
They put them in their pockets.
"Now we won't smell like wet Khajiit."
J'tar looked up at the bridge.
The Nords were trying to shoot them with bows, but their arrows fell into the water with little effort.
"Nord people can't shoot…"
J'tar sat down just as Ganlas came through the gate, laden with sweet rolls.
By now, J'tar knew not to ask.
Ganlas tossed them a loaf of bread.
J'tar's fell and rolled, but J'tar still wolfed it down.
Do'bar was slowly enjoying his.
"I don't know how you stay fat and tall…"
"It's muscle."
"No it's not… You're stealing loaves again."
"True."
Ganlas watched them, a smug look on his face.
And he was looking at J'tar.
"Come along, primitive ones. Board the ship."
J'tar was halfway there when he stopped.
A ship.
A ship, meaning water.
Water.
He couldn't swim.
Ganlas slapped him on the back as he went onto the deck.
J'tar didn't register the pain.
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Chapter one is finally done.
I waited a few days for OC's, and I now have five.
Two of which are from the favoriters and followers of my other story. Thanks, guys!
If you didn't read over the terminology chapter, please read it. It will help with your OC's.
The Form
Name:
Race:
Age:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Weapons:
History:
Skills:
Weaknesses:
Abilities:
Dragonborn:
Faction:
Role on the ship:
Personality:
Other:
