So, before we begin the story, know that a voting will be held for each of the following categories:
1. Weapons for Isaiah will use throughout the adventures.
2. The settings for the next story to take place.
3. And one more secret option that might make or break how creative/fun I can be.
SO BE SURE TO FUCKIN READ DA AUTHURS NOTES YA GITS!
Chapter 11: New beginnings...
One day had passed since the dragon was slain and a funeral was held for the warriors that fought and died that day. Many grieved for their loved ones, and where the dragon died, a shrine memorial was built from the dragon bones to represent and respect the heroic souls that fended off the dragon with their names engraved on a small tablet and the Blades sword that was held above the tablet signifying the one who held the greatest honor.
Nora said nothing to her traveling companions and stayed secluded to her room at the local inn, going over the information that was said to her shortly after the death of her friend.
After hearing the shout of 'Dovakiin' echoing from the mountain, the Whiterun guards that were there told Nora about the Graybeards that were from High Hrothgar, and it is an honor to be summoned. Nora didn't really care much until she heard about how the Graybeards taught about the Way of the Voice that her late friend Jester told her about during the dragon fight. The Jarl gave Nora the title of Thane and told her about visiting the graybeards to possibly hone her Thu'um skills, and maybe learn more ways to fight with her voice.
When the next morning came, Nora had woken up at the crack of dawn and prepared for her journey to go to High Hrothgar without the others.
Just as Nora was about to walk out the gates, she took notice of Jester's sword at the shrine and remembered how she wanted to give him sword training one day, but never got to. With her axe gone, she is basically weaponless, and the shops are closed. As she thought over it, she steeled her resolve and took the blade.
'Isaiah, I swear on your blade, I will not let you down as you watch over me... And I will avenge you one day...'
Nora approached the shrine to take up the Akaviri sword and left a note in placement.
-I will be borrowing this sword for a while, The Dragonborn-
As Nora resumed her quest, she was stopped by someone.
"Nora. Stop." A voice came from behind Nora.
Nora turned to see Hadvar walking up to her.
"What do you want you traitor." Nora replied coldly to Hadvar, who momentarily hesitated to continue.
"Nora, I do not know how to apologize enough about what happened, but at least let us join you to help." Hadvar tried to talk to Nora.
"I don't need any help from traitors who would abandon their allies."
"Nora, that was a difficult situation that nobody could have predicted! You think I wanted to choose between the lives of many?!"
"I don't want to hear it Hadvar. Even Trok has more of my respect then you did that day. This conversation is over. Continue to bother me, and I will attack you." Nora said as she headed out of the town. Hadvar stared solemnly as he cursed under his breath as he returned to the inn.
"...The world really isn't just black and white... Huh Jester...?" Hadvar mumbled to himself.
Nora was about to pass the Khajiit Caravan, but one of them approached her.
"Hey! You are with that one guy called Jester, right?" A female Khajiit spoke out to Nora. "I also noticed that your other friends are not with you, is everything alright?"
"No. Jester is dead, and I am off on my own to get stronger. Excuse me." Nora emotionlessly said as she continued to walk past the shocked cat girl to the traveling carriage for her passage to the town of Ivarstead.
[Scene transition-to a void dream]
[Isaiah's POV]
Time and time again, I have always been delt a bad hand with life choices. Not standing up for myself, taking the blame, and even in the previous world, I was still held accountable for my poor decisions and susceptibility to depression and lashing out at those who didn't deserve it.
(Drip)
Would it have mattered if I were to just stay quiet and not said anything? Would I have gone through the same events if everything was rationally thought about and worked through more carefully?
(Drip)
...Would I have died the same way even if I went off on my own and tried to be a Wanna-Be adventurer?
(Drip)
Well... I guess it doesn't matter now that I am dead. But one question still stands, will I go to heaven with all the good deeds that I have done, or hell due to unforeseen actions against myself? Or if it is just my final thoughts until I slowly fade away into time and space-
(Drip)
...Ok, what is that wet feeling that keeps bothering me?
I feel my eyes strain open as I adjust to my surrounding darkness as I awaken from my thoughts and sleep. A candle off to the corner of the stone like room that I resided in was dimly illuminating the area I was in. I could barely make out that I was in a cell if I didn't notice a cell gate at the apparent entrance to the 'cell room' I reside in.
(Drip-Drip)
Drops of water fell from the ceiling above my bed as I flinched at the landing splatter of the cold sensation that kept assaulting me from above. I slowly got up from my bed and looked around my confines. From the looks of it, I am in a cell... like the prisoner that I once was, except without the bindings, ragged clothes included. but the eerie thing about this situation, is that this seems REALLY familiar... But there is a more pressing matter with everything going on in my mind... Where is the bastard that put me here?
Rather than just staying in the bed and waiting for something to happen, I slowly got out of bed, only to fall from a numbing pain in my legs and a burning feeling in chest, like I haven't left the bed in days or even weeks. I just remembered that I was stabbed through the chest, so I ripped parts of my ragged shirt to reveal an ugly scar that is on my chest.
A renewed anger flashed through my mind; an inspiration of willpower one might say, flowed through me as I got on my feet ignoring the pain as I approached the cell entrance gate. Looking out of the bars that hold me, I can see a stairway leading up to a guard seemingly sleeping at a desk at the top of the stairway.
"Hey! Guard! Wake up! Where am I?! How long have I been here?!" I yelled at the guard, only to get no response. Not a movement of acknowledgement was seen through the dim candle lit at the desk that lit the area of his providence.
Taking the hint that I am ignored, I looked around to see a few small rocks laying around. Knowing that if I succeed in the idea will most likely get my ass kicked, or even killed, it is better than just sitting around the cell and doing nothing. I threw the rock towards the guard with no success with the rock landing even near the guard. Picking up a few more and tossing them with more accurate results but failing each time. On the last rock I had, I took my time to adjust the aim and threw with a good amount of force that actually hit the guard on the helmet knocking him over.
'Oh shit...' I immediately thought to myself regretting the result of my action as I watched the guard fall over.
When the guard hit the ground, the head popped off rolling and bouncing step to step down to the cell where I was to reveal that the guard has long since been dead for a good while now with the skull being in the helmet.
"...Oh shit... Am I going to die alone here?" I spoke my thoughts.
"HEY! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE!" I screamed out my lungs to the dark echos as I can hear my own pitiful cries for help calling back at me.
A sinking realization had slowly overcome myself as I slowly fell to my knees.
"It's no use calling for help..." A dulled voice came from behind me.
I looked to the darkest corner of the room to barely see a chained-up person hung by his wrists against the wall who spoke out to me.
"This place has been long since abandon. Not even the rats dwell in this lonely place. It's been a month since I have been put in here to rot alone, but even I can tell that this place holds no other life." The man continued.
"...Who... are you..." I stared at the chained man as I began to walk towards him.
There was a silence in the man for a moment before he lightly chuckled. "Well... I don't think I need to answer that question since you already have that killer look in your eyes." The man replied to me as I approached him, unknowingly clenching my fists with flashes of anger going through my mind.
"So, it was you, Quin..." I seethed with rage as I viewed the 'human' version of Quin, but more ragged with a scruffy and unkept look to him.
"Though, I can't say that I didn't see this coming. Karma is one hell of a bitch, isn't-(POW)" The now labeled 'Quin' said as I then grabbed the ragged shirt, hoisted him up to his feet and slugged his face with a barrage of punches.
Punch by punch, flashes of memories of his past torment upon me, the pain and mocking that he inflicted on me, and the pain of separation of my friends from me.
Three uninterrupted minutes of battering and splattered blood later, I came to grip myself out of the anger, and got a hold of myself and realized that this is too easy... 'Way' too easy... Definitely a trap or a way to keep me unfocused, and something that I need to retain my focus on.
Ignoring my bloodied and numb fists, as well as the now bloodied and bruised man, I looked around the cell and tried to see if there is a hint or key to get out of the cell but found none.
"(Cough-Cough) You... (COUGH)" 'Quin' coughed up and spat out blood. "You won't find that there are any parlor tricks used this time..."
"Yeah sure. and I am sure that I am free to leave the cell at my own discretion without any problems." I mocked. "Tell me where I am, where the key is to the cell is, and tell me where that bastard is. I will not ask again. Failure to comply with my demands will result with you being suffocated to death by choking." I threatened the man.
"..." The man did not respond.
"I asked you a question. I suggest that you answer it." I confirmed with the man.
"...Would you care to hear my side of the story before you-" The man replied but was cut off with his neck being grabbed.
I had enough of the ramblings of the man, and decided to go through with killing him, and check his pockets after he was dead. He wasn't even putting up a struggle or a fight throughout the entire confrontation, or beatings. Even as I am choking him with his eyes dulled as it was, he still managed to look at me with those dull eyes and smile as I can see him try to say, or really, 'mouthed' one last word.
'...Sor...ry...'
At the VERY last second, my eyes widen as I can see the man's eyes roll back, I let go of his neck. Rapid coughing followed as he breathed once again.
A minute passed for him to recover. I don't know why I chose to spare him, but for his death to be this easy, from a guy who wanted to fool around with powers of a god to be this... Pitiful...
"...I thought you wanted to kill me...?" He said as he looked at me.
"..." I didn't reply to the comment.
"Would you hear me out then...?" Quin asked again.
"..." I stared at him.
"...Ok then, I will speak, and you will listen. I won't live long enough anyways. Even after you leave." The battered man continued.
"There is a reason why I did the things I have done to you. And no, at first it wasn't just to torment you, but to give you special abilities to fight against the ones who put me in this pitiful state of disowned power. I was being corrupted by the Daedric 'virus' that flowed through me. I overheard Sheogorath talking through an orb that spoke back and sounded of several others in on the plot to corrupt my mind. Turns out that virus was not a cool special blessing transformation, but a sickness developed by several of the other Daedric princes to usurp my powers for themselves or try to steal for themselves after. Turns out that you really can't trust crazy, or any damned Daedra for that matter." Quin admitted.
My eyes widen at the shocking development that unfolded.
"So, in order to save myself from being turned for the worse completely, after I left Whiterun, I had to shatter my powers and reform them into orbs and scattered them throughout the land of Skyrim. They should be nearly impossible to track down without having a special ability to sense them or being extremely lucky. I was then confronted by Sheogorath and was imprisoned here. You were also sealed and frozen in a special pocket dimension I placed you in to be healed from the wound i gave you. So for you, maybe a few days have passed. But for others, a month has passed after your assumed 'Death'."
A... Month? Thats how long I have been gone? My thoughts wondered how far my friends have gotten with Nora in her path of strength. Did they already get the horn for the Greybeards? Did they already talk to Paarthurnax?
"...That doesn't explain the shit that you pulled at Whiterun. Why did you 'kill' me after we killed the dragon? Or stop me from giving the dragonborn any vital information to help her on her journey?"
"3 reasons." Quin replied. "The first reason was that I wasn't in the 'right' state of mind. While I did want to do stuff, start my own cult of worship, and put you in laughable and relatively harmless situations from time to time, the virus was already getting a grip on my mind. heh-heh." Quin chuckled.
I stared at him unamused with his reasoning.
"The second reasoning was to protect you from being targeted immediately. I am sure that you might have noticed, but many Daedra were watching and listening in on the new legend being born, and it so happens that you know a lot of stuff for the Daedra to overhear the exploits that you will 'conveniently' know about. Be it about how to get certain legendary items, or by mouthing off an important piece of information that will change the future plans of the Daedra that watch over you. So, it is best that if you avoid rejoining the dragonborn after you leave."
"The third, was to send a message, which I am sure that you are familiar with. The 'Get Fucked' message? That was for the others who were overlooking the event playing out, not for you mortals." Quin finished.
I stared at Quin with a neutral look as I evaluated the new information.
"So... What now? I am assumed dead, you pissed off several of the Daedric princes i would assume, and I am stuck here in this damned cell, and in the world of Elder Scrolls with no way back home." I summed up.
"...Who says you were stuck here?" Quin said in slight amusement.
"..." I stared back unamused.
"(Sigh...) You really are a handful sometimes. You know that? Did you already forget about your powers I gave you?" Quin sighed.
...I will never admit to such things...
"Speaking of, how exactly does my powers work? What is it exactly?" I finally asked my long-awaited question.
"Its simple. You open and control spatial rifts, or wormhole portals. If you imagine hard enough, you can basically get anywhere you want with a wave of a hand. But with your current power level, you can only do so much and within a certain timeframe. It seems that your time limit is 5 minutes of active control, then you would have to wait for a while for it to be active again. A recharge if you will. Maybe an hour or something like that?" Quin answered.
"Something tells me that isn't all. There was a time when a weird draugr used a time stop shout and I was unaffected by it, same with the Dragon's Mark for Death shout. What with that?" I pressed on.
"Unaffected? Ah, that was a bit of a mark that I placed on you. I knew that others might be interested in you and would try to take your soul after you 'died', so I threw in a little something that would make you unaffected my any magical contract binding abilities, soul binding/branding magic, mind control, and even some Dragon shouts are useless against you. You are basically immune to bullshit magic, but not the ones that are elemental or physical. AKA fire, frost, electricity, etc. Since you ARE still human. But that also means that you cannot get lycanthropy or become a vampire for example...And it also has the side effect of you being unable to cast any type of magic." Quin replied.
"I... see..." I tried to absorb most of the information.
"That should answer most of your questions, and while I may not look like it, I still have one more gift to give you. I know that what I have done to you is unforgivable and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. But know that it wasn't supposed to be like what happened to you." Quin bowed his head to me as he swirled one of his hands as a portal formed and dropped a travel bag and what seems like a treasure box.
"..." I stared at the backpack and treasure box, then back at Quin who was still bowing his head. Much information has been displayed to me, and it gives me a giant headache. I am still pissed off at Quin for making me go through all this shit in the first place.
While I do have several options to go through, maybe I should explore my options before making a decision. (1)I could take pity on Quin and forgive him when that would be the right thing to do. (2)I could spit on him, call him out on all of his wrong doings and take the bag and treasure, (3)I could kill him and be done with him altogether by leaving the items just to spite him, after all he did, I would be justified to do so... Right? But that may have consequences if I am to do that.
And what am I to do afterwards I leave? Where should I go after I make my choice? The possibilities are practically endless. I could go and join up with one of the factions, Companions, Theives Guild, Dark Brotherhood, Dawnguard, Collage of Winterhold, or even hunt for the Daedric artifacts to boost my arsenal utility.
I better think about the choices very carefully, since it will dictate how my life will be changed...
[To Be Continued...]
{Author's Notes}
Hello everyone and Happy New years!
...is what i should have said a few weeks ago. But life isn't all fine and dandy as I would like it to be. Roadblocks that is called life is eating at me, and my ADHD is constantly at war with my mind. But who cares about all that shit? Not you guys, that's for sure!
NOW! The time has come for what MANY of you guys have been waiting for! the Special part where you fuckers decide what direction, and how the story will go!
You will choose how Jester will treat Quin, who has been a thorn in his stomach for a while now, where his adventures will start, and how it will go! BUT that is not all folks! as I am sure that you have noticed, or if you had seen the author's notes that there is supposed to be a weapon selection! NOW I do have currently 3 options, 2 that are unique in what they are, and what most are familiar with, BUT I am willing to hear out more options for those who might know of something better.
We have Option 1, that being the one that I originally wanted to go with. That being the Magical Sword Pen from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. It is basically a pen that has the ability, when clicked, to transform into a sword immediately for those who don't know. Could be used for trickery that would match Isaiah's style of attacking if used correctly. There will also be the added benefit of using it out of combat as an actual fucking pen. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS! And I do have an idea of upgrading it eventually, but I will hold that information till later, and if you guys want to know what I had in mind, let me know.
Then we have option 2, which is the more interesting option, which is Kratos's Leviathan axe. If you don't know what this axe does... (Oh, who am I kidding, almost everyone knows this shit.) It's basically a frost enchanted axe that has the ability to return to its owner, kinda like Thor's Hammer, Mjolnir. with the added benefits of being used for more trick based with unique ways to freeze the opponents footing n' shit like that. I might have to do a bit more research on the axe, because I do have limited knowledge on it, but we will see in the end, right?
Option 3 is basically the assassin's hidden arm blade. Nothing special other than being a cheeky cunt with more assassin-based combat which would grow to be boring to use over the course of the story. (Stealth archer anyone?)
AND we have the 4th option which YOU GUYS will choose the recommended weapon for Isaiah to use/wield. The only limitation that I would say is NO FUCKING GUNS! I mean you could say it as a joke for shits and giggles,
Now for the story setting afterwards? You guys decide, and I could use some recommendations on the type of twist that you would like to see, or if you want to just go through the side quests like a normal playthrough but with added characters of my choosing. Oh, and side note, Nora isn't the Listener, or going to be the leader of the thief's guild, arch-mage, etc. I will have other characters to fill in the rolls, and they will be connections to be used at your beckoning call when the plot demands it!
And like I said, the one that I am looking forward to the most is my favorite quest line, the Dawnguard faction. if you guys read what I said before, then I don't have to explain it again just to fill up space. it is in the previous chapter, and I am looking forward to making the new waifu(s) come to life in this story. As for Serana, I will have to take a page out of the mods and use that to fill up space, or to ask you guys how you want Serana to act. MAYBE do a bit of a spin-off of my own with how she acts.
But that is ONLY if you want to pick this option first. I will adjust and make do with how everything is handled and all I can really ask is how I am doing, and how i can make the story experience better for the general audience.
Oh, and one more thing relating to the secret vote. SHOULD Isaiah be able to abuse the spatial ability with how focused he is, or should it be earned through time and effort/milestones? This will either make or break how OP the spatial ability is since it already acts as a fast travel on steroids juiced up on crack cocaine that had sex with crystal meth and skooma. Thus, making trips around the map a literal breeze and a small cakewalk.
For example on the OP side, he is literally able to grab the Elder Scroll in Blackreach from where he is now, or even Areal's Bow if he knows specifically where it is. This is really too OP, basically a running gag character for short intervals. It would make some quests a literal joke to play around with when done correctly.
For example on the limited side, He can only fast travel to known locations like you would in the game, and his spatial ability acts as a gateway so long as he can sees it. for example, if he is in jail, he can bypass the cell bars, gates, or use it in combat to attack from behind enemies. OP, but more limited.
I am looking forward to hearing more responses on this story, and I hope that this will cover up the bullshit ending of chapter 10. I was also unhappy with it as some of you were expressing dislike with Quin's interference after the dragon fight.
With these options given to you I hope to get more feedback to see how this fiasco will go on about, and if you don't care about the secret option, then I will go for more balanced and limited option. Just to make Isaiah more competent and more hard working for his powers If no one votes for this section. BUT with that being said, I am RedTokyo95, signing out.
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