Alright so this is my first fan fiction for the world of TES. I could tell you I’m pretty used to writing fan fictions and they have consecutively gotten better. I’m well known with the lore but not a master at the lore. I shall add a tiny bit to the lore but other than that I’ll do my best to keep lore wise. Part 1 is the introduction and many small adventures of the Bosmer main character Travilom.

Chapter 1
The beginning of a warrior.
By now at this point of my tale I’m a 15 year old Bosmer. I live in a tribe outside of Elden Root named Bark Trial. I’m raised only by my mother, which the High Elves should be thanked for. My father died in one of the skirmishes the High Elves occasionally have with Valenwood. So those pesky Altmers are on the top of my distaste. Now my ambition is to live past the name of my father who became Sage of our tribe (the highest possible) and defend Valenwood from any form of attack.

Anyway so far in my life such as any Bosmer I have a keen affinity with the bow and arrow. I shoot pretty good with my bow and provided many sources of meat for the tribe. I secondly specialized in dual swords. Two shortswords which make my dual training a bit difficult. As for magic, I stayed away from it except for a shock destruction spell.
As for my physique I’m at the average height of a Bosmer with light brown hair and a slight muscular posture. I was born under the Birthsign of The Thief which made things useful and pretty lucky.

In my tribe all the population was Bosmer with two small Dumner family (who were related), and one Nord Family. All three families had children around my age group. I came to like the Nords who were great jolly people. There was no trouble going on with Dumner’s, if the Dumner seems well mannered enough then I had no trouble with them. Enough about the background it’s better I just tell my life directly…right?

Chapter two
Life in Bark Trial
There were six of us relaxing around the forest. There was myself obviously with my two close friends: A Bosmer like myself named Ungiolun and the Nord Aedan. The other were local Bosmer and we were simply hunting for another meal. Being a Nord he of course alwys seemed energetic and lively and right now as soon as we were out of earshot from the tribe he said “So anyone want a sip of Surullie Brother Wine”? All of us cheered and as Aedan was passing the bottle, a Bosmer fellow said “And your parents don’t notice you taking so much wine”? Ungiolun laughed and said “Their Nords, do you think they’ll notice two or three bottles missing a day”? The Bosmer agreed and Aedan said “That is definitely a stereotype, my parents are not drunks”. I laughed and replied “They may not be drunks, but they sure as hell always find a reason to celebrate” and as everyone laughed I continued “Just a few days ago your parents organized a party to celebrate the anniversary of Gilour’s parents, and they’ve been divorced for three years”. All six of us (excluding Aedan laughed) and Aedan replied “Alright you got me there”.

Aedan was a tall fellow (naturally) and being around Bosmer’s like us he felt as a giant in these parts. His hair was as black as the night sky and kept at a long length. His parents although live in the village with us, they travel to Elden Root and sell Fur’s in the market, mostly to smiths making fur armor. They make enough so they could participate in their Nordic traditions of drinking. He always worked hard to maintain a superior physical physique and as a future warrior, he specialized in Heavy Armor with a nice heavy claymore. He was a month older than me, born in the sign of The Lady. He never considered archery or magic though, which gave him plenty of time to work on his warrior capabilities. In the future he will be no pushover.

We decided to split separate ways and look for some nice game. The three other Bosmer’s went east and we continued on our designated road. Ungiolun and Aedan were discussing about the recent movements of the mercenary Redgaurds and if they would soon get violent. “I don’t trust those Redgaurds, seeking shelter in our tribe, what if they bring trouble along the way”? Aedan snorted and said “What possible trouble could affect the tribe; they would have nothing if they cause trouble”. Ungiolun suddenly said “Easy for you to say, they’re well seasoned mercenaries and a Redgaurd warrior is not something too easily ignore”. Aedan said “we have a tribe of well seasoned men as well; they won’t have any courage to attempt something. Ungiolun finished off saying “But we don’t know the root of their trouble, for all we know they could be well experienced, or bring trouble along the way.

Ungiolun was a cautious one. He had a good sense of humor but at times he could be very serious, especially when it came to fighting. He was a good person, almost no trace of arrogance and took a situation serious. The Elder’s of our village took keen interest in him for his attitude and skill. He was already well skilled in stealth and poisons. His stealth combined with his skilled Marksmanship was a pretty deadly combination. He also had traces of strategy and seemed to think well ahead. He was taller than the average Bosmer (which still isn’t very tall) but kept a skinny physique. He was muscled enough but he kept his posture low, so he could be stealthier. His hair was also luckily black which also helped his stealth. He was born under the Birthsign of The Lord which he felt would be useful eventually.

We kept walking down the trial and a group of goblins were spotted near a campfire. As we saw we looked at each other encouraged each other to begin a fight.

So any opinins so far, or any form of critisism. Also any suggestions of the pacing, since its the beggining I'm not sure how long to take before real plot development and action

I like it. :dance:

^^^lol really? Im hesitant on the pace of the story and all

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omg your right lol, I accidently posted it, in the wrong spot. Lol sorry bout that I'll move it right now