Diary of a Necromancer

by Irolf

Diary of a Necromancer is about a young imperial lad delving into the depths of necromancy and it's repercussions. -Attention- This is now undergoing a sort of story reset, except the Prequel, and will broaden up into other characters and their stories. The old chapters will remain.

8. (old) JoaN 1

After doing "Diary of a Necromancer" I decided to make an entire series of my OC(s). I tend to keep continuity a priority and some chapters will be long or short.

This "arch" is about Lantrius' journey out of Skyrim and start a new life in Morrowind to where he meets his first best friend, becomes a noble, and a few other things.

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Journey of a Necromancer

Loredas, 5th of HearthFire 3E 419

Lantrius left his necromantic chambers bring only his journal/diary, bow, and silver sword. He began walking into Falkreath and thought heavily about what to do now. I wonder where I should go now. My old home in Cyrodiil? I probably shouldn't. I don't think I can face mother with the evil I have committed. Stay here in Skyrim? No, too damn cold and Mannimarco still might be here. Morrowind? Maybe. It's warm, so I've heard, and I don't think he will come looking for me there. First I need to find a sea-port or docks.

Once in town he asked a villager where the nearest sea-port in Skyrim is.

"There's one up at Windhelm. Hey, you're that new friend of Alva's. Have you seen her lately?"

Lantrius shook his head, "Um, no I haven't. I haven't even been here since then." He half lied and the villager scanned him with a suspicious look. Lantrius looked at his cloths, realizing he had forgotten to change his black robes.

Suddenly screams were heard in the distance. Both Lantrius and the villager turned their heads to where the screams were coming from. Alva Maiden-Loom was seen walking towards the village. Except she was pale, blood all on her clothes and face, and blueish fog like essence emitted from her body. That bastard Mannimarco!

The villager's face was shocked and white with horror and assumed this was Lantrius' doing.

"You killed her!" he shouted in rage

"I didn't want to! I swear!" And now they know.

The villager pointed his finger and began to yell, "This kid ki-"he stopped and found a silver sword jabbed into his stomach. Lantrius did this without thinking.

The villager, coughing up blood, said, "Fuck you, necromancer." he drew a knife and tried to stab him back, but Lantrius twisted his sword and dragged the sword through the flesh sidewards. Blood splattered the ground and the man fell face-forward onto the dirt. Guards came running towards him with weapons drawn and ready and then he blacked out.