Added a second piece to the works. This story follows a Vampire Bosmser who is a long time member of a group of outcasts called the Shadow Walkers. This will be further explained throughout the writing.


Vvardenfell, Ald'Ruhn

The dry arid air stung my lungs as I ventured from my small hut. This sandstorm had been raging for three days straight now, without any sign of letting up. Many people had fallen ill from the lack of moisture in the air. Most of the elderly had been moved from their houses to the temple by the second day of the storm to be looked after by the priests. Mages from the local mages guild were also caring for the ill with their in depth knowledge in the art of restoration. Aside from the elderly however, most of the town’s residence were to fend for themselves, I being one of them.


Sadly, with the storm as intense as it has been, many of the guard patrols have been lost in the fierce wind, and crime has increased. It’s repulsing to see how quickly ones morality dissolves when a disaster is in occurrence. Many local shops have been forced to lock up permanently, not allowing anyone in as they have been nearly been robbed dry. I however was in need to try my luck as I was out of food and dearly needed to feed my poor wife, who has been without food for nearly a day.


With little hope I knocked on the door of the shop nearest my home, Nervin’s Trade house. After no reply for some time I gave up hope and turned to leave when I heard the bolt to the door pull lose, releasing the door from its lock. The door opens and there stands Nervin, pale as the snow of Skyrim. He motions for me to enter, and I do so quickly, to escape the buffeting of the sand, which had smoothed my skin to near tearing. No sooner did I enter however that I had Nervin upon me. His thin Bosmer hands wrapped tightly around my neck as he tried to force me to the ground, grunting and hissing as he did so. I then noticed his sunken in eyes, his gaunt face, and the razor sharp teeth that were bared as he wrestled with me.


“Nervin what has happened to you!” I cry as he continues to fight. His mouth snaps open and closed as his eyes focus on my throat; he again pushes with all his might to force me to the floor, but with my superior height and build, am able to withstand his attempts, though even his meager and thin frame is able to muster extreme strength. I cry out once more,


“Stop this now Nervin, I don’t wish to cause you harm!” My words seem to have no meaning to him as he is frenzied in his attack for my blood. Knowing I have little choice, I push Nervin back with one mighty shove, and quickly search for a weapon of some sort. Eying nothing, I decide to rely on my hands and feet to be my weapons. As Nervin rushes me for his second attack I raise my heavy foot into his stomach which causes him to soar across the room, where his journey ends where the walls begin. His small Bosmer head smashed against the hardened mud wall of the trade house, and his red eyes roll back.


I walk cautiously to the clutter that is Nervin’s resting spot, and see that he is indeed unconscious. Breathing a sigh of relief I search for a restraint, and quickly find a rope nestled under a pile of books. The wording on them is incomprehensible as I am not well taught in the manner of reading and writing, but they seem rather important as there is scratching and ink marks scattered over the pages. Quick, almost urgent noting was taken inside of the books. I turn my attention from them quickly however as there is of course a more pressing matter.


Setting Nervin onto an old oak chair I fasten him tightly to it, being sure to leave no limb loose for a chance to escape. No sooner am I done that I hear a knock on the door. I turn to open it when it is flung open on its own. Standing there is a guard of the House Redoran. He enters and pulls the door closed. Removing the bonemold helm from his head, he reveals his face which is that of an aged Dunmer. His face shows experience and wisdom, and he promptly begins surveying the situation. His red eyes affix on mine,


“I was performing my usual patrols when I watched you enter this trade house from a ways off. With the string of thefts lately, the guards have been told to investigate all activity with the trade houses. Seems as though you were the victim however and not the criminal.” His eyes dart to Nervin, still unconscious in the chair, his head dangling loosely atop his shoulders.


“I came here in search of food and drink for my wife. I knocked not expecting an answer, but was overjoyed when he allowed entrance. He had, however, suddenly attacked me, gnashing at my throat. I was able to detain him, but it was still an extreme shock. I have no recollection of Nervin ever showing signs of being a vampire.” I tried to sound calm, but couldn’t help my voice from trembling slightly. The guard looked me up and down, and then walked towards Nervin, observing him as well.


“There haven’t been reports of a vampire in this town in a long twenty years. Why one has suddenly popped up now is strange, especially with the lack of social interaction between people with this storm. There haven’t been any travelers entering here, so how he contracted the disease is a mystery. I’ll need to have this reported to House Redoran, and they will decide what to do with him.” The Redoran guard turned from Nervin and again focused on me. “I didn’t get your name sir, what might it be?” I blinked at the idea of such a simple question during such a tense time. Stuttering I finally answered,


“V-Vergil… My name is Virgil. I was a politician for House Redoran. I had to abandon my job as my wife has grown ill as of late. You probably don’t know me however. I didn’t delve in military and criminal politics, more financial and business related dealings. I’m good with numbers but not with words.” I said smiling a little.


“I actually have heard of you Virgil, but now isn’t the time for getting acquainted. If I may, I’d like to ask you to stay here and watch him while I go to the guard house and ask for more assistance in transporting him to the prison cell.” I glanced at the thin, pale creature still sitting limply in the chair. “Yes I suppose I can handle that.” The guard grunted, “Excellent, I shall return shortly.”
Little did he know that when he returned, there would be no living person to meet again, only a bloodied and mangled corpse of an ex-politician, and the words, “Shadow Walkers,” written on the wall in the politician’s blood.


First time I've written about a vampire so bare with me.

Vvardenfell, Ald-ruhn

I paid no mind towards the blistering sand that was still putting a pause on everyday life in Ald-ruhn. The succulent blood was quickly being dried by the strong wind and sand blasts. My mind was however completely clear now and my body was no longer weak. I was back at my height in power and could take on anything and anyone in my way.

I was now on a hilltop overlooking Ald-ruhn. From my vantage point I could see my once humble home and trade house being raided by guards and murder investigators. I grinned at how much activity was started during such a storm from a simple murder, however I can't delve on these things now, the blood of the large Dark Elf politician wouldn't feed my hunger for long and I would be in need to feed on another soon. From here I would need to travel south to Caldera, a small village thriving with life, just waiting to be svcked dry.

After two hours of walking in this endless storm I finally found it start to let up in force. The sand became less damaging and the winds died down in an extreme amount. From above the sky was not quite dark yet, so I made sure to not travel too quickly as I could suddenly stumble in the sunlight which would shine through a small crack and leave me writhing in pain. As I walked this long and boring trek, my mind started to wander off thinking of my dumb luck that a person would attempt to enter my home on this day. I had gone nearly three weeks without feeding and my body had grown extremely weak. My thoughts had begun to be on blood and blood alone. I had fed on a rat I'd found in my home and the blood of it had been so horrid I'd nearly spat it back up. If that man hadn't come to me I'm sure I'd be in my second death bed in a matter of a few days, maybe less.

"I had managed to make a small [censored] in the man's neck and enjoyed the blood as he searched for something. The small but rich amount of blood allowed my mind to focus and I could now plan out what to do. I closed my eyes as he turned towards me. I let him handle my weak body, as he lifted me I felt the hard wood of a chair fall under me and the rough thick hide of a rope wrap me like a snake. I stayed motionless, seemingly unconscious and witnessed a guard enter to examine the situation, then leave to get help. This had been what I was waiting for, leaving me my only opportunity. With the small amount of increased strength I unravel the ropes from around me while my prey stands preoccupied looking for nourishments for his wife. Standing slowly I begin my decent on him. Before he has even the chance to blink I wrap my hands around his throat and thrust his head into the mud wall ahead of him. I instantly feel his pulse freeze. As quickly as his pulse stopped, I begin my feast, gorging myself on the blood of my victim. Not only do I bite his neck but I break his wrists open to allow the blood to pour from the large and open wound. I had to finish quickly however and left a large amount of precious blood to waste as I grabbed my cloak and exited the building I'd never call home again."

I smile as I recollect this moment in time, seemingly so far off now, but really only a few hours have gone by since. By now the sky has darkened and I begin to exit the sandy hell of Ald-ruhn and come upon the greener and lush landscape that surrounds Caldera. I remove my hood and let the cool breeze cleanse my face of the dirt and dryness that the sandstorm had left me with. Now not to far ahead of me lies Caldera, and even closer to me is a rather tall male High Elf walking slowly down the road away from town. He is wearing a rather soiled shirt, covered in dirt splotches and torn in many areas. His pants were no better, with what was left of them at least. They were merely shredded remains that only stretched to his knees now. His slender frame showed little sign of any muscle or toning, which in my mind marked him as a prime target to feed on, and to maybe even store an amount of blood for later off of.

I stepped onto the road and called out to him as I picked up my pace to come nearer to him. "Hello my good sir, you don't seem to be in a very good arrangement here. You look as though you just climbed out of the swamps of the Bitter Coasts after a spit with a band of hounds." The man stopped where he was as I reached him and turned to meet my gaze. His long face was full of sorrow and woe. His eyes had bags under then that made it seem as though he'd been crying for some time. In my emotionless heart I may have felt remorseful for this man at some time.

"As you are a Bosmer I don't feel you are in any position to speak of me in any harsh way. Your kind deserves no less than what I have been given." The Elf's voice sounds powerful and seductive in a way. His eyes, full of sorrow as they are, even feel like their pulling me into his mind, like their absorbing of me what they can. I scoff at his remark,

"Well as you may wish it be so, it is not. I am in much greater a position than thee. You are merely a piece of dirt in this world and you should be cast back into the swamps that you crawl from." I feel victories over my objections to him and wait for him to hang his head, giving me my moment to strike. To my surprise however this moment never comes. What does come is a blue shimmer from the High Elf's right hand. He raises it and point at me. At this a bolt of blue shimmering light fires from his hand and flies directly at me. I'm able to dodge it but very nearly, and I even stumble as doing so.

As I regain my footing I look at the Elf and he gazes at me, his face seemingly gaining more life, and his body becomes more impressive. His hands again begin to glow a blue, this time it's much deeper and sparks sizzle from the light. "If you wish to continue to temp fate, then feel free to goad me once more Bosmer, but I promise you it will be your last breath." I laugh mockingly at his remark which leads to him rolling his eyes.

"If you honestly believe you can kill me you best think twice." The Elf raises his arms once more, but I catch something on his right hip. A deep red insignia stains his skin. It looks blurred but I'm sure I know what it is. The shaded face of Nocturnal, accompanied by a bloodied dagger and the moon and stars, I'm awestruck by what I see and am nearly hit by a very powerful spell. I feel the freezing cold ice that fires out from the Elf's hands nearly miss me again. I quickly recite a verse, hoping I'm right with my guess,

"We walk through the shadows as outcasts. We are the darkness, and the darkness is ourselves. We follow our own law; however we follow our brothers as well. We are the walkers of the shadows of night. Here is where we may prosper." I stay ready, in case I am horribly wrong, but to my gratitude the Elf's face shows shock.

"You are one of the Walkers?" The Elf asks quickly, his voice hushing to a whisper.

"Aye, as are you."

Read the first chapter and found myself amused. :goodjob:

Will read second chapter now.

edit: you explained it although I still it's weird for a politician to be lousy in reading and writing.

Oh, and don't state you "threw" it together because you were bored. That will put people off. It will give off an impression you don't really care about it.

Well when I said it was out of boredom it really was, but then I thought about it and decided to make it something a bit more serious. About the politician, to clear anything up. There have been high officials in the past in the world, who couldn't read or write well but had ambition. You can have people write what you need down. Kinda unlikely but it could happen. Makes a character unique haha.

Outside of Caldera

I stand limply, staring at this man, my jaw hanging slightly ajar. I compose myself quickly and realize how important this moment was for me. "It's been quite some time since I was in the presence of a brother. I've been shut up in Ald-ruhn for so long I hadn't been able to get in touch with anyone." The Elf's expression is unyielding,

"I need proof," is all he says.

"Proof, you don't believe that my knowledge of the oath isn't proof enough?" The shock in my voice is greater than I had hoped for.

"It is impressive that one would know the oath without a stutter, but I need proof. I've run into a few like yourself and ended up leaving them as a pile of ash inside of the leather shoes. I want definitive proof." The Elf points at his insignia on his right hip. Embarrassed by my not thinking of it sooner I lift my cloak revealing my left leg, which bears the same symbol, however instead of a dagger I bear a fang. The Elf's eyes stay on it for some time before returning to my gaze, a smile slightly forming on his golden face. "Seems as though you weren't lying, as only a true member would have the insignia formed in the crimson blood of a Redoran Dark Elf. Now that I know you are one of my own, I wish to talk with you. Wouldn't you mind coming with me to my home where we can converse on what has been going on with the brothers, along with your arrival here." I nod my approval,

"Lead the way."


It only took us a few minutes to reach the house, which was rather small, seemingly half the size of my old home. We enter his home quietly and he closes the door behind us. "More of a hut than a house," I say to him with a mocking tone. He turns to me and begins laughing, a lot more personality than he had shown since I met him.

"You must give me a moment to get everything ready," he says mysteriously. I raise an eyebrow and watch as he opens a cupboard and from it pulls out a scroll. As he unravels it I can see that the words aren't in any familiar language of mine, but he seems to understand it perfectly. His mouth begins to move, and I can tell he's muttering something, but I can't hear what it is. "Release," he finally says aloud. A low murmur causes the house to shutter, then to my extreme surprise I find myself standing in a rather large and luxurious home, full of paintings, books, and other decretive pieces. The furnishings also look rather expensive as well. I turn my attention back towards the Elf who is enjoying my amazement.

"Some kind of anti theft device I presume?" He laughs once more,

"In a way yes but not entirely, I have many things hidden that I'd wish no one to know of, but yes rather they weren't stolen as well. Anyhow, would you like a drink?" He says this then begins walking around an island to my left where there are glasses and pitchers followed by many bottles of crimson and violet liquids.

"Yes, I believe I would." I reply, still eyeing the many things littering his kitchen. The Elf grabs a small bottle of one of the crimson liquids and fills a rather tall glass. Then he pours another liquid from a separate bottle, this one even smaller, no larger than my hand. He then hands the drink to me which I take graciously. Before taking my drink I smell it slowly to see if there was any possibility of poison in it. Not likely but possible.

"If you think I'm trying to poison you your wrong. Don't worry you'll love it. Special mixture I've made for your kind, and no not Bosmers." He looks up at me, pouring himself a drink at the same time, this liquid a deep green. "By your kind I mean the ones who have no real need to eat, sleep, or even drink for that matter."

I turn my attention back to my drink, having little fear that there's something wrong with it now. "Cheers," I say raising my glass, him doing the same. I put the glass to my lips and pour the liquid into my mouth. The taste immediately hits me, scaring me at first, but quickly I realize what it is. I pull the drink from my mouth and lick my lips, "Blood?" I smile and look the Elf, who smiles back,

"Only the finest, blood from that of a Redoran Dark Elf, the blood which seems to quench your taste for blood much better than that of a normal mortal, I keep a small vial of it incase a brother drops by, who is indeed a creature of the shadows." My grin broadens and I continue to drink the succulent liquor.

We continue to drink in silence for a few moments, the blood cocktail making my thoughts fly freely, before I realize I don't even know the name of my host. I set my drink down and decide to get into the more serious of business. The Elf sensing this does the same.

"So I didn't get a chance to catch your name between the attempt at murder and this hospitality which you've shown me. Mine by the way is Nervin. I was a trader in Ald-ruhn for nearly twenty years, in which time I mostly lost contact with the brothers." The Elf raises his head and looks at the ceiling.

"I suppose I might as well give you my history, and then you may give me yours. My name is Valerik Amroth. For the last ninety years or so I've lived here in Caldera. I haven't done much in terms of trade since I left the Isles around two hundred years ago. Since then I joined the Walkers which has mostly provided me with all the provisions I've needed to live." Valerik stood from his wooden stool and walked over to a shelf. After rifling through a few papers he finally grabbed one and brought it to me. Observing the paper I noticed all of the different possible seals of the Walkers. I skimmed through the paper and was astonished by what I read.

"It says here that you were a possible candidate for leadership over the Walkers?" I exclaimed. Once more he laughed at my reaction.

"Yes, they were hammering on my door day and night trying to get me to accept the offer, but I kept turning them away. I even had to kill one of the messengers because he was extremely forceful.
I ultimately turned the offer down because I didn't want all of the responsibility of that the Walkers have. I originally joined them because it seemed like a nice way to help out the order of Vvardenfell, but it ended up being corrupt and sickening. Watching the inner workings for a few years left me wanting to leave, not become their leader. Instead I decided to go into a form of retirement, which is why I moved to Caldera from Vivec." I stared at Valerik bewildered.

"I suppose I understand why you'd make such a decision, but I'm curious now why I never heard much of the goings on." Valerik sighs,

"You're a vampire. The Walkers didn't believe that your kind would have much interest in the political side of the Shadow Walkers. Everyone in the high seats think that you are just in the group for protection in turn for killing enemies of ours. It's a win win for you. So it seems to the others that your only reason here is of little importance, therefore you are all over looked." I toyed with my glass, trying to find reason as to why the Walkers would be looking at us as if were worthless.

"So what exactly happened after you said no and came here to Caldera? Are you still in touch with the Walker high seats or are you just living in private here."

"Mostly in private, although I do receive payments among other things from the Walkers, they have provided for nearly everything I have here; along with most of the food I eat. I still occasionally do contracts when I'm given them, and I am a major stopping point for the many people training in the art of magick, but otherwise I'm here alone. I've traveled quite a bit though, learning new things, and collecting objects of interest." I looked around the house again, this time noticing many foreign objects that surely didn't belong here, or anywhere near this region. "Actually tonight I was returning from a contract I was fulfilling for the Walkers. I was to infiltrate a slave organization near here and put a stop to it if they didn't agree to work under the Walkers. As you may have guessed from my apparel they said no." Valerik let loose a loud and rather obnoxious yawn, his mouth opening wide which was quite impressive considering how much longer his face grew to be.

"I suppose we may continue this in the morning. You may rest; I'll stay up and file through your books if you don't mind." Valerik nodded, and without another word he rose and walked to a far door which was then bolted from the other side. An uncomfortable silence then filled the room, putting me on edge. Pushing it aside I moved to the nearest shelf and found a book, and for the night I was immersed in reading.

EDIT: revised. I think I got most of everything.

You're right, several mistakes. However; if you were aware of this, why not post it a day later so you have some time proveread it (several times)? I know this is by far not a garantuee all the errors are filtered out but at least you won't have to say in advance you know it has mistakes.

About the glass: First you state the Bosmer gets a rather tall glass but then you say the Altmer pours himself a glass well, even smaller...
Maybe slightly smaller would be more appropriate. Or leave the rather tall part out of it so it makes sense the Altmer pours himself a smaller glass.

I also noticed vile, which I think should be vial.

Otherwise, it's an interesting story. Look forward to reading more. :goodjob:

Alright thank you for the help, I'll make sure to read it out loud a couple times. I'm also glad to hear that you like it. I'll keep working on the story, and I'll make sure to read it all out lour to myself to avoid making as many mistakes.