Heeeeeeeyyyy…

Again…

I couldn't keep myself away from my other story I'm so sorry about the delay…

I have been getting positive reviews so I decided to post another chapter.

Guys from The Exterior, feel free to request me to use your OC's in this story.

Pangeans aren't canon, they're a creation of my own.

You guys can make your own races as well.

In fact, they might not come in until next chapter, but Fire Elves are a creation of The Argonian Assassin.

Just don't make them all farfetched like Nords with cat ears and tails whose eyes sparkle like kawaii anime or some shit

This can be a group project

In which I do all the work

;)

Now before you review

'PEOPLE IN SKYRIM DON'T SAY COMEBACK UNFAVORITE UNFOLLOW I HATE YOUR MISERABLE LIFE AND I'LL HIRE AGENT 47 TO MURDER YOUR FAMILY'

Ahem…

This is 7E, which is like, 2000 years after Skyrim, which is the farthest game in the future since Online is arena remade… They would say some other things…

Just be thankful I didn't put flintlock guns in here like a dumbass.

;)

Ahem…

I posted the chapter for a mortal combat fan fiction on accident above this one.

DAMMIT.

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Caspar yawned loudly and sat up. He stretched. Expecting to find he was in his bed at home, he looked around.

Nope. He was in a boat. On a beach. By himself.

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep.

Dammit! They must've left him… Bastards…

Growling, he got out of the boat and pulled it up the beach.

It could've drifted off! He could've drowned! Once he got his hands on those two bastard-

"Morning!"

The Dunmer.

Caspar took a swing, but the Dunmer ducked to stomach level, lifted Caspar up on one shoulder and then dumped him off, knocking the wind out of him.

He didn't look particularly strong either.

"You bastard! What in Oblivion were you thinking? I could've died!"

"You didn't do any of the rowing. We were going to check on you in the morning."

Caspar got to his feet and brushed the sand off his clothes.

"Shut up..."

"Best comeback I've ever heard."

"Shut up."

They walked up the dunes of the beach, passing several grassy areas. The sun beat down under a cloudless sky.

Caspar was expecting a prison camp with purple rocks and creatures of Oblivion and skulls…

They came up above the beach. The grass was incredibly green and trees grew in the distance.

"Doesn't look like any prison camp I've ever seen."

"I know. They say that things come out at night, though."

"You were there at night?"

"No. We arrived in the morning."

A large building came into view. It was on a hill, sort of hanging off the side.

Caspar then saw the stone foundation, which stretched about a story high, and had forges among other crafting things.

There were several people walking around and doing work. He was very surprised to see none of them were dressed in rags or prison uniforms.

"Ah! The newcomer!"

An old Nord approached them. He had a long gray beard and blue eyes, dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up.

"I haven't met you yet. Lupin, tell me his name."

"I ah… I don't know his name."

The Nord looked between the two of them, puzzled and distraught.

"A day in a cart together and you don't know his name?"

He looked to Caspar next.

"You don't know his name?"

He shook his head.

"Young folks these days… Time for a proper introduction."

The Dunmer extended his hand. "Lupin."

Caspar hesitated before taking it. "Caspar. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance."

"And I am Erald, imprisoned here long ago in my youth. I sold potions for stamina before the Pangeans took over. Of course, that wasn't allowed because it was 'illegal contraband' and 'poison'."

He then pointed to a box with a small white object perched on top.

Upon closer examination, it appeared to be a skull.

Caspar's eyes widened and he almost fainted.

"This is Saudalf! He was the bravest of them all back in the day, led an escape mission!"

Caspar saw the arrow sticking out of the skull as he drew closer.

"He never made it to the escape boat. Their plans were learned of. The other got out in the boat, but no one knows what happened to them."

Erald, after finishing his story, still kept a sort of wise, but a bit mad smile.

"Now he guards the crate of illegal contraband. No one dares move him off the top of the box to open it. Poor lad."

Lupin looked a bit more disgusted than Caspar.

"Could you tell us about the… Ah… Things? At night?"

Erald chuckled.

"If I'd seen the things, I'd be there beside Saudalf! But don't worry about that. Enjoy your first day here!"

Lupin and Caspar walked away.

"I'm getting a bit of a madman vibe from him…"

Caspar didn't respond, looking around at the bright blue sky, palm trees, and the sandy shores.

Paradise.

Why were they imprisoned here?

"Is that the Khajiit down there?"

Caspar squinted. Far down the beach was the brown furred Khajiit.

He was building something, which wasn't an uncommon sight, but why was he on the beach?

So many questions…

They strolled towards him.

"Evening, Ri'kir!"

The Khajiit's eyes widened, and he pushed the project back into the woods.

They jogged towards him.

Caspar could hear him saying "Dammit" over and over.

It became clear he was trying to hide the object, which Caspar could see was a half-finished boat.

Out of desperation, he pulled something from his belt.

A sickle.

Caspar stopped, and so did Lupin.

"Get out of here!"

"We were just saying hello!"

"Why are you building a boat?"

Ri'kir, if no hostile before, looked as if he wanted to kill them.

"This one can't let anyone find out…"

Lupin drew his sickle.

They circled each other.

"I don't want to fight you."

Ri'kir stopped.

"Too bad."

The two lunged at each other, sickle meeting sickle in a flash of sparks.

Caspar backed up. He wasn't sure if he should help Lupin or not interfere.

Ri'kir's sickle was chipped. It looked like it wasn't crafted very well.

Lupin's was worse, but he wielded it with surprising skill.

In about a minute, Lupin held Ri'kir by the throat, sickle poised.

"What in Oblivion were you doing?"

Ri'kir spat blood at him.

"Trying to kill you, obviously."

"You're lucky I didn't kill you!"

Lupin let him go.

"Bastard…"

Caspar approached, now feeling safer since Lupin took Ri'kir's sickle.

He inspected the boat. It was covered in mold and barnacles.

"You won't get anywhere in that. Did you build it all in the morning?"

"No. Ri'kir found it in the woods. This one was going to repair it."

Again, Caspar noticed the peculiar purple blotch that went all around his left eye.

He wondered what happened to Ri'kir.

He didn't want to ask, as that might be rude.

And Ri'kir didn't seem like one to discuss secrets.

"Tell anyone, and this one will kill you."

He walked away.

Lupin rolled his eyes.

"What's the rush to get out? It's going to take a while anyways…"

Caspar watched Ri'kir walk back towards the building.

"There's more to him than meets the eye."

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So I was all like "Woo! Chapter three!"

N' then I realized it was actually chapter two.

I was like dafuq?

I've released one chapter a week ago and not done anything since?

O_O

So, sorry about that.

Also read this. It has a fucked up ending but it's kind of funny too

wiki/Lore:The_Epic_of_the_Grey_Falcon

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