Fus Ro Dah

Vyrthur felt a great amount of force throw him over the railing of the chantry's marble balcony. Chilled wind pushed around him as he fell to the frozen lake below. Slowly his arms spread like an eagle and he closed his eyes waiting to meet his end.

"Farewell brother, I am truly sorry." he said as blood chilling water surrounded him. The impact had knocked the wind out of his lungs causing him to struggle for air until his eyes saw nothing but darkness and he lost consciousness.


His eyes barely cracked and he could see a cloaked figure standing over him. The figure kneeled down and started to press repetitively on his chest until Vyrthur jolted up and violently coughed out water while the figure only stood there watching. Vyrthur could hardly breathe, his lungs burned with each ragged breathe and he crawled to the figure, looking up to him.

The man wore blue robes and had a long beard at the end of his old and wise face. The robed man looked him in the eyes and said, "Hmm... yes I see. Vampirism, it would take a fool not to notice. I should kill you, I see you're blood starved but I must ask. Do you wish to be cured?"

"Cured?" he asked, the idea of a cure had seemed so far away to him. It was so strange to him, the idea that he could no longer be burdened with his curse.

"Yes! Did you go deaf? Simple yes or no and then I tell you were to go, now hurry I'm a busy man. I've got to get to Markarth soon and we're in forsworn land and I do not wish to find myself at the end of a forsworn blade." the old man grumbled.

Vyrthur closed his eyes, contemplating the offer and in the darkness he saw a small beam of light and found his answer, "Yes, yes I do."

"Good for you, now you get up and make your way down to karthwasten down the road that way." he said pointing down the road, ". They ought to have some carriage driver of some sort. Now most folk who run those kind of businesses only travel to nearby holds so you'll have to go to whiterun and see about another carriage going from there to Morthal where you should start looking for a man named Fallion. You understand?" he explained.

"I think I do." Vyrthur said.

"Good, now here you can take this pack of food, I got more." he said.

He struggled to stand up but when he did he asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Logrolf, you tell Fallion I sent ya." he said before turning to walk away.

When Logrolf was barely out of his sight Vyrthur finally started to walk the way the man had pointed. As he walked he examined his armor carefully. He noticed a few dents in it but other than that the armor was perfectly fine and usable.

The sun had started to fall when he finally saw smoke in the distance and night had fallen when he finally reached the village. There was a carriage by what seemed to be one of the more important buildings. There was a man wearing plain clothes packing supplies away onto the carriage.

This is the man Vyrthur spoke to, saying, "Good sir, I'd like to hire this carriage."

The man turned from his supplies to face towards Vyrthur and after looking him over he said, "You're as pale as the snow. You sick?"

"Yes, yes I am. Not contagious though but I wish to meet a healer in Morthal known for handling diseases like mine and my skin is no side affect." he explained.

"Well, I'll only go as far as the stables at whiterun. That alright?" the carriage driver said.

"I understand." Vyrthur replied.

"Good. Now do you have any coin?" the man asked.

"No but I may have something worth more than it costs for a ride." he said as he reached under his armor and pulled out an amulet of Auri-el made by falmer jewellery makers, if the metals used to make it weren't enough to pay the price, the craftsmanship and history of the amulet would be sure to pay for more than enough.

"Looks fancy." he said holding it up to the moonlight before he asked,"Elven?"

Vyrthur nodded and said, "Snow Elven to be exact, it had been in my family for a long time."

"Snow elven huh. It'll do pale elf. Hop in the cart maybe get some sleep I don't care, we'll be off soon." the man said before walking off.

Vyrthur walked around to the back of the carriage and climbed in. Slowly he laid out on the carriage and laid his head on a soft bundle he found. As he laid there he looked up to the moon and sleep caught him for the first time in forever and so did his regrets.


Authors note:

I started an entirely new story before finishing the first one I started. I know I probably shouldn't do that but to be honest the first story I started writing I'm not sure how the story will progress and end. so until I've got more planned out I'll work more on this but I should say that I may make this story and the Tamrielic Ark story set in the same world, existence I don't know. I may make them set in the same version of Nirn and Tamriel if that makes sense. Anyway leave reviews and suggestions and all that stuff I'd appreciate it.