Just another small chapter - I hope you guys enjoy it! Remember to leave a review, and send me some suggestions about the Nord girl, lest I invent her myself... *sigh*
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- OliverMoss
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For following my story - enjoy!
Reviews...
Guest - Well, you don't have to!
SirAC - Well, if it isn't one of my long-term followers!
1. Great reaction - do you like Abbacus then?
2. That was actually my influence in this storyline - not just all action. It's realistic
3. Don't get too excited yet... Tenebraeus still has aways to go...
4. *Follows suit*
5. Ah - Astius right? Well, I sorta know how to write characters like that, but I'm going to change it slightly - he's not in the Dark Brotherhood anymore - and I have plans for this character... I need him in the Thieves Guild. He may come into play in the sequel ... oops - did I say that? Slip of the tongue, I meant story...
Now, enjoy this extract of Tenebraeus being a little... unorthodox in using his powers...
One Year Later... Age: 19
I walked into the tavern, walking towards the bar with my hood up. I walked in step with my latest partner-in-crime, Rune. I held a hand for him to not reach for his purse, and dropped a few gold coins on the chipped wooden bar. The young, blonde barmaid picked up the coins and moved to fetch some mead bottles. I grinned to myself as I nudged Rune and held out a hand, the woman's purse leaving her belt and zooming towards my hand, which caught it and placed it in my pocket. Rune grinned at my exploit and we took the bottles of mead, moving towards another table.
"You do that every time we come in here then?" I took a swig of my mead before replying to Rune.
"She must think she's really forgetful..." I chuckled, looking back to the woman. She hadn't even noticed yet.
"I thought Brynjolf had told you to use your powers more responsibly." Rune cocked an eyebrow.
"And you think the thief would disapprove of me, another thief, stealing money?" I drank again, knowing he couldn't argue with my logic.
"Okay, let me rephrase that-"
The door knocked open, and a boy, who couldn't have been more than a few years older than me, swaggered in. He wore a set of torn black trousers, which tucked into his glass boots. My interest peaked at the strange character's clothing - which also consisted of a simple white hood on his shirt, which was outfitted with bandoliers and pockets, like my own. As I glanced at his glass gauntlets, I spied a very expensive diamond in his gold necklace, a set matching his ring.
My eyes glinted at the jewelery - although it would be a pittance to certain Jarls and Counts, I could tell of the boy's attatchment to it. It was almost like it was the most important thing in the world to him. I couldn't deduce why I felt this, but I was certain I was right. It meant everything to him. And it made me want it.
"Tenebraeus, don't." Rune muttered to me - he had noticed me looking my target up and down, as did said target.
"What are you looking at?" The boy looked at me up and down in disdain.
"Well, I'll be leaving now." Rune murmured and proceeded to walk out before anything interesting happened.
"I said, what are you looking at?" The boy repeated himself, more forcefully now.
I moved my eyes to the barmaid once again, lingering for a while before drinking again. She smiled slightly at me, before picking up the cloth and tankard. The boy turned around to examine the barmaid, and instantly grinned.
"How'd you like to earn a little more coin?" He grinned at the woman.
"How'd you like to get a smack in gob?" She retorted, moving back to wipe down the tankards.
"Clearly, no one here knows of me." The boy got up off of the bar stool and swaggered through the centre of the tavern, attracting the attention of all patrons. "My name is Astius Duronia - the best archer in all of the Reach." He boasted proudly. And arrogantly.
"You mean you're better than a bunch of miners and tribesmen?" I murmured quietly, prodding fun of the boy. The patrons chuckled at my joke; Astius, however, did not.
He turned to me, picking up Rune's bottle and sitting down opposite me, observing me for a while. All the patrons waited tensely and awkwardly.
"Fancy meeting a fellow Imperial out here in Skyrim." He grinned. "You don't talk like a fighter though. I doubt many people in here recognize what a real fighter sounds like." He grinned. I clenched my jaw at the famaliarity of his character. He reminded me of another boy, boasting about fighting when he had never been in a battle before. "See, I'm just waiting here until the Nords rebel against the Empire again. They're stupid enough to do so." He spat on the floor beside the table, dangerously close to my boot. "Barbarians." He hissed.
"How fortunate is the Emperor," I said calmly, holding my bottle closer to my mouth, "to have a snow-back like you bearing his banner." I drank from my bottle, noticing Astius' smile fade completely. He shot up from his chair, fist clenched around his bottleneck and his voice fiery and enraged. At least, it was in his head.
"Coming from a Skeever like you?" Some of the patrons gasped at the man's insults - they'd seen me in brawls before. Mainly with a few other thieves however. I couldn't see any other thieves in this room. It didn't worry me however - not when I had such control over my magic. "I've seen your face before." He said, peering under my hood. "You're one of the thieving types aren't you? Skulking around in the sewers with the other rats." I growled mentally at the boy - he was outing me to the entire city.
"Shut your mouth before I fill it with my bottle." I bared my teeth at the boy, who stood his ground, eyes bearing into me. "You hear me?" I looked back at the table, drinking.
"Yeah, I've heard stories of you." He grinned to himself. "The Pyromancer right? Tenebris isn't it?" He reached out with an armoured hand and snatched down my hood. I grabbed his wrist and brought my head forewards, smashing it into his own. I followed up with a punch into his chest and then threw him backwards, onto a table, which split upon the weight of his armour.
The boy clambered up from the floor, grabbing the back of his neck.
"You bastard." He angrily spat.
"I warned you-" I was interrupted by a punch to the mouth from his gauntlet. I fell back through the tavern, leaning back onto my table. I reached around, feeling my bottle and tossed it up into the air, catching it by the neck. I then proceeded to grab the boy's punch, and smashed the bottle down on his head, then jumping up in the air and launching both of my feet into his chest. He was knocked through the wooden doors of the tavern, and I followed quickly after him, after I had got back up.
Outside, the boy pulled out a dagger, swinging wildly at my stomach - he was obviously trained, but not professionally. Not by a general. And he had probably never been in a fight with another person before.
As the boy went to plunge the knife into my stomach, I threw a punch towards the man's stomach, and felt a surge of energy exit my fist - the man was thrown over the railing and into the water before my fist even touched him.
I looked down on the man flailing about in the water - the weight of his armour dragging him down. I dropped down from the railing and landed on the walkway below, where I crouched, examining the boy, who pleaded for me to help him. I grinned to myself at the helpless act, then felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You've had your fun Tenebraeus, now help him up." I looked up to see Vex standing there, her knotted blonde hair still as vibrant as ever.
"Why?" I asked, curious.
"He's one of us."
"Not with that attitude, he's not." I scoffed, looking back to the water.
"Tenebraeus, I can vouch for him."
"Who's he to you?" I asked, slightly annoyed at her intereferance.
"An old friend." She said. "He's going to join us. So, help him out of the water, show him where the Ratway is and come back to the Cistern; Karliah wants to see you for your session." I groaned to myself as Vex left, and looked back to the tiring character in the lake, who was determined not to abandon his armour. I sighed and walked towards him.
"You owe me a drink." I said, recieving eager nods. I reached out a hand and pulled the boy out of the water, and with a quick and subtle swipe, I lead him towards the Ratway. He left without a second glance, down through the sewers, but little did he know that I held in my hands his diamond ring, and his diamond necklace.
I grinned to myself and began my trip to the graveyard - I hadn't even finished my drink.
So, that OC was created by Sir AC - I've changed the age to make him younger, and I've changed the background slightly, as well as the armour and magic aspects of him. Anyway, it's very late and I'm very ill, so apologies for the abruptness of the chapter, and any typos you've spotted.
