The Nights of Solstheim

Chapter 1: Savar and Gaeldol

"Yay!" Mead and other alchoholic beverages pop open in the cold, damp bar of Ravens Rock. A group of Dunmer and Imperials drink, eat, and celebrate the completed construction of the new colony. "Falco, you are an amazing man." Says one of the Imperials, grinning. Falco, leader of the Ravens Rock project stands up from the small stool he was sitting on and begins to speak. "Many doubted the completion of this great town. They doubted that it would be able to succeed, and last. We have proven them wrong on the first, now we must prove them wrong on the second. And there is no better bunch to do it, than hard working people like yourselves." The group of men clap and celebrate some more. Drinking heartily, as the night passes.

Ravens Rock was a small mining town, basing it's construction and success on a large group of ebony mines under it. Many mishaps and conflicts occured during it's construction. From Nords protesting the destruction of nature, to power-hungry factors trying to reap the economic benefits, and not caring about anything else. Despite this the colony was completed. It was an easy place to find, one of the few hints of civilization on an isolated, and cold island, filled with snow and dangers. There were the large wooden cabins with smoke rising from the tops, and the sparkling ocean nearby, glimmering from the light of the sun or moon. Then there was Fort Frostmoth, the first building on the island from the Imperials. The fort was one of the few safe area's on the island, filled with bears, wolves, and hostile natives.

"There it is...the ebony mine." A small wood elf, with blonde hair and a fur brown hat pops his head up from behind a large rock and looks into the deserted mine building. After speaking he looks back to an Imperial, with scrappy brown and gray clothing and brownish hair. The Imperial wears a belt, holding two chitin daggers, one on each side. The wood elf gets a confused look and says, "What exactly is it we are doing again, Cap'n?" The Imperial comes out from the shadows of a tree and peers over the rock briefly to the mine entrance. "Drunk Guards, no one watching the mine...we pillage it!" "Oh yeah, that's right." The wood elf pauses for a moment. "Why are we doing this again, Savar?" Savar looks back to the wood elf, and slaps him in the face. "To get rich, you fool." Savar continues, "There's no one watching, there's a lot of ebony in there. We can sell it for a great price, and get off this island."

"Now!" Savar whispers assertively, and the two jog quickly and quietly from tree to tree, trying not to be seen from the bar window. The creep through the shadows, as the cold, crisp wind hits against their fur clothing. They make it to the mine entrance and Savar slowly opens the large wooden door, made up of logs piled up upon eachother. "Quietly now." The wood elf nods and slowly closes the door, it creaks loudly, but no one notices. Savar stops suddenly and clenches his fist. "I said quietly." "I tried!" They walk up to the next door, a smaller one leading into the mine itself. "Here we are, Gaeldol." "Yup Cap'n, this is it. Now we go in and take all the ebony we can get our hands on! Right?" Savar sighs, "As much as we can carry, yes. It isn't an easy load." The two open the door and walk into the dark mines.

"The storage room should be down here on the right." Savar looks around the mine, trying to remember. They walk farther, passing a few torches, and look in a small cavern, in the middle of the room lies a group of crates filled with ebony ore. "Whoo!" "Shh!" The two walk toward the room, which is lighted in the center, but dark along the outside. "Very nice, indeed. How many can you carry?" "A bunch, not a ton though, I'm just a small elf!" Savar walks toward the group of crates, and his eyes widen at their finding. He reaches to open one of the crates, and out of the darkness, a foot stomps on the top of the crate to stop him. Savar looks up at the figure, almost not visible, except his metal boots on top of the crate. "Well, well. What do we have here?" Falco jumps down into the light and grabs Savar's shirt. "A theif. As I suspected." Falco loosens Savar's belt and takes it. He examines it, looking at the daggers. "Two broken daggers, hah." He puts the belt and the broken chitin daggers into a bag. "Did you really think that all of us would be too drunk to notice two suspicious people running from behind one tree to another in the middle of the night?" Savar pipes in, "Well....yes.." "Well you thought wrong, didn't you? Despite what you think someone has to make sure this place is kept safe, and that person has to be me it seems." Falco turns to Gaeldol. "And who are you now? Oh wait...An Imperial, and a wood elf? I have heard of you two. Savar and Gaeldol, isn't it?" Savar speaks again, "Ahh, so you have heard of us?" "Yes, two theives who have stolen quite a bit in their time. Stranded on this island also, aren't you? Quite a pathetic story. I heard you were actually decent theives, but from what I've seen, you lost your touch." The two look down at the ground. "Off to Frostmoth I suppose?"