Welcome to my first story, Tales of the Raider! This is a story project revolving around an Imperial known as Valdor the Raider. He lives in an area near the Zainab Camp in the Grazelands region of Morrowind. As with some game fanfics, this may give spoilers, as Morrowind is very diverse. All locations will most likely be found in game, possibly altered slightly for the sake of adventure. Originally, each chapter was going to be a focus on one specific location, but I might possibly add some drama and character development before and after the chapter. Once again, this is my first shot, I hope you enjoy it.
He walked back into the camp dumbfounded by his initial forgetfulness. He had first walked into the tomb with naught but the clothes on his back and a trusty dagger. How ill-prepared. "Ugh, why would an adventurer with my experience walk into a bloody tomb without a silver weapon? I must have been blinded by my urge to explore… that I should control."
He came upon the yurt of a crafty trader in Zainab, possibly the craftiest in the entire continent. Valdor opened the skin flap on the yurt and proceeded to meet the barterer. "Excuse my intrusion, but I hear you're a trader? May I have a look at your wares?" The Dunmer slowly pointed to a nearby barrel of weapons, a sack of ingredients, and crates of odds and ends, but didn't say a word. The raider eyed a few enchanted weapons. "(These would be excellent to bring along! But I can't afford them…)" Then feeling in his pocket, he discovered he was VERY short on cash. The only item of any significant worth was the flin in his backpack. And he was saving that drink for a special occasion!
Sighing, he eyed and removed a silver axe from the barrel then slipped his beverage from his pack. "This and 25 septims for the axe. Yes that is flin. If you wish you can smell or taste it yourself." The dark elf, rather suspicious of strange outlanders, sniffed over the substance, thought for a moment, and in a seemingly reluctant manner accepted the deal by nodding his head. "Thank you". Valdor headed south to the nearby tomb, not too far from the camp. He walked back in, and readied his new weapon.
From the back of a column, a bonelord appeared. Wasting no time, Valdor charged, hurling a volley of chops and slashes, leaving no room for the bonelord to attack. It fell apart quickly under the incredible blows. "I guess I still got it in me!" Valdor's cry of glory had not gone unheard. A door opened in the distance, and out stepped a skeleton, armed with a shield and club. "Hah, you call that a weapon?" As a typical skeleton would, the undead charged straight at Valdor, swinging his club madly.
Valdor parried the blow, but realized the skeleton was more powerful than the average bone bag. Locked in combat, the warrior skeleton managed to land minor blow to the shoulder, but nothing devastating, before it fell to the ground. Valdor proceeded with caution into the depths of the tomb. It was standard architecture for catacombs, but seemed a bit quiet. The end of the tomb was marked by a large ash pit. "Huh," scoffed the raider. "Is this it?" Just then he turned around shaking his head, to discover three bonelords all in a spell-casting state. "Oh sh- ARGH!" The adventurer was sent flying straight into the ash pit by the powerful "Grave Curse" of the bonelords. Usually a spell like that is only meant to weaken an opponent, but due to the strength and numbers of these bonelords Valdor was hit by something much more powerful.
After the ash and dust had settled, Valdor was still lying in the ashpit. For ten seconds, nothing moved. Then, in a sudden rise of fury and power, a maddened spirit rose from the ground and swung his axe in an absolute whirlwind of strength, tearing all three bonelords to shreds. He was left panting for air. "That'll…. teach em… to mess with me." He then stood upright and surveyed the room. "Well, that should be a good wakeup call to combat. That ash however is quite sickening…. I think I'll need a bath when I return to my estate." Then after taking the time to secure any and all loose items, Valdor returned home, and organized his new fortune, which included a couple old books, a couple weapons (most notably a dwarven mace and silver claymore), and a lot of bonemeal (he took this due its magical properties of course).
It is a bit short, but hopefully the next entry will be longer and more interesting. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, so comment on anything that needs to be changed, or would be nice to include.