User:Ersc/First Blood

This should be finished by 2012

Biography

Rajiid, a 14 year old Argonian, lived in Skingrad. He lived a quiet life in a rich-middle class society. His parents were killed in a vampire attack and their bodies had to be burned. He was adopted by an Imperial skooma addict named Mardus, who abused him everyday and made him search for skooma.

A Change

Chorrol, 2nd of First Seed

"Ugh, I hate Mardus" I muttered to myself. "Hmmm... maybe I should check those barrels". I snuck up to it and opened the lid. "I can't believe my luck, skooma for dad, AND some money for myself. I better spend it before I go back home" I thought to myself.

"Hey you!" said an orc behind me. "Give it back, it belongs to the Red Bandit Gang!".

I ran as fast as I could, I was about to find shelter in the Mages Guild but I tripped on a rock. I turned my head frankly for any escape routes, I saw an open crate and I dove in. I closed the lid and waited a few hours before I peeked out. I saw two orcs coming towards me. As they neared I cast a quick light spell that I learned from the Mages Guild. I crawled out of the crate and pushed the dazed orcs out of the way. I made my way to Fire and Steel and bought an iron shortsword before returning to The Grey Mare.

"Hey you lil' brat, where you been" remarked Mardus.

"The usual" I said as I handed over the bottles of skooma. I went up to the room that me and Mardus shared. I took one of the pillows and got snug on the rug. I wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed.

Chorrol, 3rd of First Seed

I awoke to a familiar voice. "Where did you get this" asked Mardus holding my shortsword.

"A friend gave it to me" I lied. He whacked me with the back of the sword and pointed the tip at my neck. "Next time you get presents, tell me!" he yelled. I nodded my head and slowly took the sword away from him.

"Oh and your not old enough to use that, so I'll sell it" said Mardus. I gripped my sword, Mardus frowned. "Give it to me or I'll kill you" threatened Mardus. There was only one thing I could do, I lifted the sword above my head and sliced his chest open. Mardus looked at me with an expression of surprise before collapsing. It was only a matter of time before I was arrested so I ran outside. I hid behind the inn, where I was greeted by a fellow in a black robe.

"The Dark Brotherhood says 'hello young one'" he whispered. When I heard the words "dark" and "brotherhood" my instincts told me to kill him. I stabbed my sword into his heart.

"Great more bloodshed" I thought to myself. I took his possessions, which were some scrolls, a very peculiar stone and and 6 apples. I felt something hard collide with my head, and went unconscious.

Imprisonment

Location Unknown, Date Unknown

I awoke in a prison with none of my possessions except for my peculiar rock and the apples. Across from me there was an Altmer who claimed his name was Dreth Valen. For some odd reason, this seemed very familiar to me. I searched for a way out of the cell, and away from Dreth. I picked up the stool and started smashing it against the wall. After hours of smashing and getting beaten by guards, one of the bricks gave way. I dislodged the other bricks and climbed through. A ran down a few set of stairs and saw a few robed bodies on the floor. As a reached a crumbled part of the wall I realized there was a body that stood out. It was a female covered in intricate armor, but with no weapon. I saw a door to my right and I walked towards it, behind it were three males, one clad in a fancy robe and the other two in the same armor I saw on the dead woman.