Just wondering if anyone's aware of stories that focus on dremora, particularly as main characters, benevolent characters, and/or characters who are involved in the Oblivion storyline. This is my first visit to the FF forum, and I plan to scour FanFiction.net later.

[edit] Meant to add, I've searched these forums, but lots of posts appear in the results, and I'm just looking to help narrow down the list.

try Kynval. ITs on the second page. I don't reccomend bothering with ff.net, if only because I doubt any of those fan fics are have been put up to the rigors of this forum.

Thanks, that looks like the only one here. Only one at FF.net I've found so far is http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3699591/1/Tales_from_Cyrodiil_Before_I_Wake, which looks pretty good so far. In the first three chapters I've read, the writing is polished, and the lore appears solid.

Main reason I'm looking is because I recently played through with a dremora mod, which made for some very interesting roleplaying. I've recently gotten the itch to start writing again, and figured a retelling of my experience would be a good way to get back into it. I wanted to see if anyone else had written about the events of Oblivion from a Kynaz viewpoint -- I realize that retelling the MQ isn't very original, but I feel that it could be interesting when told by one of Dagon's (former) minions.

[edit]Actually, I think I'll post what I wrote earlier this evening. It's been several years since I've written, so my brain was physically tired after only writing a page. After a nap however, I've felt better. Good, in fact, to be writing again, and flipping through the ratty thesaurus because the word I want is just barely out of reach. Not sure how much of this I'll do, but I feel like sharing the (very) rough draft of the beginning, just a bit of the first chapter. Needs tidying I know, but that's why it's a first draft

Chapter 1

"Have you seen the prisoner?"

"No."

Rhelos opened his eyes, but only saw dirt. It didn't look right -- it wasn't scorched, and only smelled of dust. He struggled to push himself off the ground. His head was throbbing, and his entire body ached.

"Sire, we must go. Now."

"Not yet. I need a moment...to rest."

The air was musty and cold. Rhelos winced as he stumbled to his feet, and looked around, trying to focus his gaze.

Brick walls surrounded him, dirt and ash covered the ground. A small creature scurried through the distant shadows, deeper into the area. The only light came from a crumbled section of wall nearby. Through it, he could see more brick walls, illuminated by flickers of orange. He heard movement as he staggered closer.

"Sh."

He reached out to steady himself against the wall, and realized his arms were bare. His armor was missing -- his boots had been stripped from him. He had no weapon, not even a shield. Only two metal bands secured around his wrists. Where was he?

Rhelos peered through the broken section of wall and saw firelight just a short distance away. He saw something move.

"They've summoned dremora!"

You have forsaken me--

Pain sliced across his left arm, twisting his body as something pierced the right side of his chest. He snarled, lost his balance and tumbled through the opening. He fell, landing hard on his back.

"Glenroy, it's unarmed," someone said, sounding confident yet confused.

"Then my work shall be quicker." A sword was drawn.

Rhelos groaned as he pushed himself to his knees. He could feel the tingle of flame surging through his arm, but nothing appeared in his hand. He grit his teeth and leaned against a column as a mortal stalked closer, blade gleaming in its grasp.

"No, wait." The same voice, still confused. Another mortal stepped closer, only this one was not prepared for battle. Its garb was softer than mortal flesh, and it carried no weapon. It peered up at him as it came closer. "Your...face. I've seen you."

Rhelos stole a quick glance as the mortal drew near. It held an arm out to its side, stopping the other's advance.

"Sire," the other mortal said.

"No, it's alright Glenroy." The ill-prepared man approached him. "I know your face. You're the one from my dreams." It blinked, glanced away as if in thought, then returned its gaze to him. "The stars were right. Gods...give me strength."

A third man stepped forward. This one held the torch, but also bore a sword. "Sire?"

"You don't need to be afraid," the man before him said. "You are here to help us, and we to help you."

Rhelos tore his gaze from the two mortals and their toys, and stared at the soft one. It had aged a great deal, and had a look he'd never seen before on its face. Its expression was peaceful, almost inviting. Rhelos creased his brow. How dare it accuse him of being afraid.

"Yes, the ways of the Gods are mysterious." It waved him closer. "Come, we were destined to join each other."

Rhelos eyed the other two mortals once more as he grasped at his injury. The shaft of an arrow poked out of his chest, but the pain was little more than a bother.

"We will get you to a healer," the aged mortal said.

His memory was foggy, but the dizziness had passed, and he could fix his gaze. He felt weakened, and confused, and hated it. Why was the air so clear? Why was it so cold? Why were these mortals here, and why did they dare to speak to him so freely?

Something was more than wrong. He could no longer sense the Kynaz...he'd been sent here. He remembered that. Forsaken me....

"Sire," the one holding the torch said, "we must get you out of here. Is...he...joining us, or not?"

Rhelos met the gaze of the mortal who'd spoken. They glared at each other, the mortal appearing just as disgusted with the situation.

"Well?"

Rhelos looked back down at the aged one. He'd been sent to this place, apparently the realm of mortalkin, erratic creatures that were known to summon his kind for their whims, and kill without honor or reason. This aged one, the one with a peaceful face -- it knew something, and seemed to hold sway over other mortals. Until he could figure out exactly where he was, and why, Rhelos decided he should follow the humans. He gave a nod.

The aged one turned to the others. "Come, our journey must continue. He will follow us for a while yet."

The other two mortals sheathed their swords, trading looks of uncertainty. "As you wish," the one without the torch muttered.

Rhelos could tell it had grit its teeth. Had he not been so disoriented, he would have welcomed a scrap with the man, no matter how short it would be. The other mortal...an odd one. It obeyed without impudence, as a proper soldier should. Not what he'd expect from a man. It had darker skin, almost as dark as his own, although not nearly as red. Perhaps it was some sort of mutation, a vulgar mix of dremora and human.

That would be an Awesome story, please do write it!

* I just finished Chapter 1 - this story is going to be amazing! Great writing, this is really very good, please continue writing it!

If this is the first fanfic you've written on this site then I must applaud you. Well done! I haven't enjoyed a fanfic like that in quite some time. Keep writing! Rough draft or not I was svcked into the work. Good luck and keep up the good work.

dReN

Ooh, if this is the rough draft... I look forward to seeing the polished version. This is very good.

Drewbster, welcome to fanfic! Great to see you over here. The quality of your writing is very good! I would encourage you to continue.

Thanks for the encouraging replies

After I got that part out of my head, I was a little afraid the interest had gone with it (happens sometimes). It didn't though, I'm still very eager to tell this story, just won't be able to for a while yet due to some personal issues that need attention.

I really hope you do continue, I was svcked in and couldn't stop reading - really good writing!