this is elderscrolls1122 and i write small stories that i hope will be used in later elder scrolls games as books.
this is the first of many stories to come, plz give sugestions/critizim for future stories.
the king of.....Edit
In a small village off the coast of Valenwood, there lived a women that little to her knowledge, her life was about to change.
Late one night as she slept in here warm comforting home there came a tap, just that a tap, just enough to wake her, as she stirred a shadow ran from her window, she with the utmost care opened the window for her fear of what she would find, after a peak she saw only a empty street, but as she was closing the window something caught her eye, a bundle so cloaked in the darkness she had to focus on the exact point to notice it, then she noticed the bundle was moving, she then leaned over and picked it up, when she opened it she saw a face staring up at her, she then realized that she had been blessed by the Night Mother, the Night Mother had given her a child of strength, power, and little to her knowledge royalty.
As the child grew up the local mages guild noticed the child had amazing powers, the representative from the arcane university just so happened to notice it to, with a letter of recommendation from his superiors he took the child, took the child with out telling his foster mother, so the mother prayed, prayed to the Night Mother, but not to kill the one who had taken her child, no she wanted more, she asked for her to bless her child with the power to free himself, so that’s what he did, the child killed the man, he took the recommendation and strode in to the university, boldly strode, said his escort had been killed, gained rank, until that night.......
That night the Night Mother wanted payment for her deeds, so she sent an assassin to bring back the now man into her services, but unbeknown to the assassin the man knew of his coming and prepared, he knew that the assassin was waiting for him, but he strode in and attacked him.
Now lets tell another story of another child that was abandoned, his brother, his brother was also put into the hands of another over protective women, the boy also had extraordinary powers, but he was noticed by another guild, the guild for assassins, the Dark Brotherhood, he to was blessed by the Night Mother, but his powers were used not for good, but to cause pain and suffering.
He like his brother gained rank in the guild fairly fast, so it was he who was sent to bring back a man who he thought was destined to be with the guild, but when he got to his mark he found that he was equally matched, so he prayed, prayed to the Night Mother...
As the guild mage strode into the room, started the fight of his life, witch he thought would give him fame and fortune, he was greeted by a man who was equally happy to fight, So out of fear the mage sought the help of the guards, so he pushed the man into the streets, and the guards attacked....
The guards quickly overtook the assassin, the mage thought he had won, he was wrong, for the prayer had been herd...
The mage turned his back, but to his surprise the look in the eyes of the onlookers was not of praise for him, but of horror....
The mage turned to look, what he saw was not a dead assassin, no, it was a man with an aura of flames engulfing his body, the bodies of the guards lay around him, charred beyond recognition, he then look into the face of his killer....
It was like looking into a mirror, that was the last image he ever saw, that image was burned into his mind as the assassin raised a sword of black flames above his head, and stuck, stuck once, only once, and it was over.
So the assassin fled the city, fled the city in haste, went to the only place he could find peace, his "family", for that’s what the Brotherhood calls a group of its guild members, he went to the current listener, he requested an audience with the Night Mother, his request was granted, but only for a price, he was to take the contract that was given to him by the night mother, sealed so no one could know what the orders were, he took the letter, read it silently to himself, and then struck down the listener, dropped the letter, and went to the night mothers tomb to wait....
A lowly murder picked up the letter, and it read:
To my dear Silencer, It has come to my attention that my Listener has disobeyed me. He ordered you to kill a mage for his personal revenge not in the name of Sithis. So as your Night Mother, I order you to kill him the moment you finish reading this portion of this letter for the rest of it does not concern you but a lowly murder in the same room.
To my dear Murder, I know promote you to the rank of speaker. That is all I have to say to you for now. Await your orders from my new Listener.
Your loving Night Mother.
The murder, now Speaker, was stricken he had just witnessed the succession form one Listener to another, he then went to loot the body of the former Listener, what he found was incredible, he found robes inscribed with his name, showing the true power of the Night Mother.
Back to the new Listener, who was now being visited by the Night Mother,
"Who was that man I killed." Asked the Listener, "Your brother." Said a voice that sounded hollow yet powerful, that could only be that of the Night Mother, "What!" exclaimed the Listener, "Yes, but before you get angry listen to what I have to say, you and your brother were born on the same day to a women who was blessed a dark priest, my priest, when she had you two the priest took you, hid you, with the women who brought you up, you were both destined to be the Listener yet there could only be one, so the Night Father." “Sithis.” “Yes, he set it up that one of you would kill the other, and whosever faith in me and him was the strongest would win, so we pitted you against each other, you won, now go through the portal to your left and greet your kingdom.”
With that he stepped through the portal and was met by the whole guild, he stood there stricken with aw, as he realized the extent of his position, he stood there, seemingly paralyzed, until......
A voice above all others, hollow yet powerful, said to the people, "Hail the King of the Night."