ElderScrolls: The Adventures of Ianian and Altaer
NOTE: Ello, before you read I want to say I tried really hard to make no mistakes but since I am using a program that doesn't have spell check I may miss some. I know it's really annoying, well at least I find it annoying so bare with me and I try to find a better way to edit :D. Enjoy and Happy Reading~!
Chapter 3 : Hard work
"Wake-up Dunmer." Dro'Jasik prodded me again, I opened one eye and looked about, I peered through the small window to see it was in fact still dark out. "Dro'Jasik, it's not even morn yet." I stated rolling over. Dro'Jasik huffed, picked me up,stood me on my feet and said "Work doesn't wait till "morn." he said mocking my voice. I crouched down near a small pot of water and splashed it on my face, the cool sensation made me feel calm and collected. Dro'Jasik charged over at me and said "What is it that you're doing?" he questioned, his imperial jumbled from being in a rush. Dro'Jasik sighed at me like I was a disobedient child as he pulled me over to where the khajiit slaves were waiting. A dunmer servant unlocked the Slave Quarters hatch and the Khajiits began to jump up and out. I looked over at Dro'Jasik when it was my turn to jump, he raised his brow,muttered something and then helped me up. Instead of moving I waited for Dro'Jasik. Dro'Jasik was a Suthay-Raht and Senche mix of Khajiit so small spaces were bit of a challenge for him. When Dro'jasik's muscular figure finally came though he nodded his head to the guards whom flinched at his appearance. I snickered and leaned over to Dro'jasik as we were walking to the equipment area "You could eat them if you wanted to." this caused Dro'Jasik to rumble with laughter as he handed me a full water container, and a braided workbelt. Dro'jasik was helping another young male when a one-eyed khajiit grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and warned "Run away Dunmer, We don't want you here. Just being around you puts us in danger. Especially after what happened to J'skirao and Ro'liko." he pulled his fist back like he was going to punch me, but Dro'jasik stepped in and took his large hand, pressed it upon his kins forehead, and pushing him away from Ianian "You have a problem with the Dunmer Renrij?" The other Khajiit curled his lip up, gave a hiss and sauntered away.
"what does Renrij mean?" I asked curiously as Dro'jasik handed me my equipment. "hmm" he tapped his foot as if to remember the imperial word for it "Words can have many meanings but it relies on the...the-" he moved his hand in a circular motion as he handed me a cloth mask, to help with the ash in the air. "context of which the words if used, I implied Renrij to mean lowbeing, or um...scum' he finished "imperial tastes like death when rolling off my tongue." he added as we reached the large wheat fields. We live in Tear, Far enough away from the Red mountain that when it erupted in 4E 05 it left most of the land un-salvageable except for some spots, like the small area in between Tear and Narsis that only suffers from ash, now it's 4E 172. Ianian stopped to do the math. So 167 years ago. Ianian took out his scythe and began to harvest the wheat, somehow his father managed to keep wheat alive and healthy enough for harvest. Ianian was angry at himself for being impressed. Dro'jasik said to break the silence "So Dunmer you have a story?" Ianian jumped at the sudden speech and tiredly responded "Yes, but so far it's not very pleasant" Dro'jasik nodded and said "wish to hear mine?" I smiled and nodded as I worked, my hands were already blistering. "Back in Elsweyr, I lived with my mate in a placed called Dune. I was no older than you when I was brought here." my ears perked "brought?" Dro'jasik nodded "Yes, Dunmer soldiers came, even though we had earned equality some mer, like your father thought different and raided our cities and villages illegally, taking woman,men. Merciless killing. I can still hear the screams." he said cautiously "My mate, S'Yasi was taken from me that night. Her spirit is always walks with me" he smiled and pulled a necklace out from under his shirt, on the end of it dangled a ring "This is our ring" I smiled.
It was now noon and my hands were drenched in blood, Dro'Jasik was first to finished his row, Dro'Jasik began to walk along his row, picking up the large bags of wheat he had harvested. when he reached where I was he looked at my hands and then the bloody scythe. It was all of course my blood. Dro'jasik scolded me again like I was a child "You take breaks in between so this" he waved my blood hand in the air "doesn't happen!" he looked around and then said "Take my wheat to the harvest shed, I'll finish your work, When you get into the quarters, get one of the females to fix your hands ask for S'Raek" I protested and said I will finish my own work, he responded with a hard slap to my head "DO IT MER." He handed me 5 bags of the wheat and told me to fetch the rest. I did so and and by the time I was finished with gathering the wheat. Dro'jasik had finished my row and was handing in the wheat. I hurried to the quarters, and sat on to bedroll. I pushed my hands through the bars and said "S'Raek..." I looked up and saw a female crouched in front of me "MMM what do we have here? A dunmer coming to a Khajiit for help" she cackled as she began to tend to my sore,bleeding hands. Dro'jasik than sat down beside me and handed me and some of the ladies some think cornbread. I forced it down and gagged which made the Khajiits laugh.
Just than I felt a tiny hand grip two of my fingers, a little khajiit girl with thin blond hair,big greenish-yellow eyes and a tattered dark green dress no more than 4 years old said in a soft voice " can you read? pwez" she said handing me a book through the bars, A bigger khajiit whom I assume her mother took her onto her lap and said "Asika, it's not good to steal" Dro'jasik piped up "Waddaya mean, Ro'skia you'd steal the imperial city if it wasn't so heavy!" This caused everyone to erupt with laughter, the khajiit names Ro'skia pat the little girls head and said "Your hands ain't so clean either Dro'jasik" but through all the laughter I didn't forget the little girls question and I smiled "I can read, can you bring your candle closer?" I adjusted my bedroll and leaned on a pile of crates, I flipped open the book and looked up to see all the khajiits, male and female staring at me. I chuckled and began "Once Upon a time..."
So that was the end of chapter 3 and Ianian's first encounter with work XD so I hope I got ALL of the mistakes because I tried. So I decided upon a time 4E 172, kinda closer to the Skyrim's time XD after the Oblivion crisis which will come into play later. I only want to write about 10 chapter all together so next chapter some cool stuff is going to happen. Also I am going to try to incorporate some Ta'agra which is the Khajiits language.
Thanks for reading :D