First I'd like to tell that i started writing this story a couple of years ago, most beacuse of the works from Minque, Treydog, OverrideB1 and Alexander. I have four chapters all finished and the fifth one is almost completely under wraps (I just need to finish editing chapters 2-4) Anyways I hope you enjoy my first ever fanfiction (it is riddled with mods and the like to give it a bit more unique perspective)


So you want to know who I am do you? Well sit down for this is a long tale, and we have to go back millennia to first figure out who I was and what made me into who I am today. My life started near the end of the third era. What's that? Yes old isn't it, and no of course I don't look that old, but anyways as I said it began for that long ago, and after an?error, in my line of business at that time, I was taken and introduced to an adventure beyond my wildest dreams.


The Tale of Telina Delvanni, Prologue.


I started my life in the dark brotherhood. As a child, mere 8 months my parents were killed by an unknown assassin. When the guards searched the house, they found me, and sold me to the dark brotherhood, as cheap labour.
But the Dark Brotherhood had other needs for me, and I started the training to become an assassin. My skills grew, and being a dark elf, my natural resistance to fire helped me many a time. At my age of fifteen I started to study the arts of magic, but only useful skills of course. My skills with the short blade wakizashi especially grew to be very dangerous, and when I was just twenty years old, I was known as the most dangerous assassin in Cyrodiil.

So many thought that I would soon rise to the top ranks that one of the masters of the guild, who didn't like me, gave me a writ on a member of the royal family. In any other case I would have declined this suicide mission but I was determined to show him I could do anything. Little did I know that before I began my mission the master had tipped the guards off with information of my plan. So when I was about to enter the big mansion, the guards came.

"You there! Halt!" he said. But one of the guards had already begun to hammer away at me. I easily dodged the blow, and in return the guard felt how it is to get a dagger in his lung.
In the confusion I jumped up on a wall, and took my poisonous darts out of my pack.
"Where is she?" One yelled. "There up on the -" He had got a dart in his ugly face. He fell to the floor dead just as the others ran up on the wall. I unsheathed my twin wakizhashi's and ran upon them. In a whirlwind of fast blows and one guard dropped to the ground with a severed artery. Meanwhile I stabbed my wakizhashis into the back of another and severed his spinal column and stabbed the other in his neck.

Thinking that the walkway was not a good place to be I jumped down into the courtyard. However my appearance in the courtyard was only greeted with a hammer blow to my head. I was knocked out cold before I knew what happened.

Waking up three days later with an unspeakable headache. I was taken to the local magistrate. Because one of the guards had stuck against me first, my counter attacks counted as self-defence. But alas I had trespassed into royal property and for that I was given three years in prison. When I had finished my time I would be taken to court again.
I remember little of my days in prison and although my skills dropped rapidly I still was very good with short blades. One day I was forced to put on a blindfold and taken into a carriage. I stayed in that same cramped thing for three days before I was finally taken out and led onto a ship with a destination far beyond my expectations.

When I was on that hateful ship, I fell asleep almost instantly. I was walking over a sad landscape filled with a thick and harsh red ash. It was a sad place the ash was everywhere and I saw dead plants lying in this dead place. I was crying as I saw the pain this land had suffered, and I saw a big cliffracer fly over me.
Then a terrible, but in the same time beautiful voice came to me. "They have taken you from the Imperial City's prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east to Morrowind. Fear not for I am watchful, you have been chosen".

And then I awoke, by a voice and someone who was slapping my face. "Wake up, stand up" I stood up, "you were dreaming, what's you name"? "Telina Delvanni" I said, and he quickly introduced himself as Jiub, he was in a poor state, he was thin and had a big scar over his eye.
"I heard them say we reached Morrowind, I'm sure they'll let us go". "Quiet here comes the guard" he told me. The guard walked over to me and grabbed my wrist, to take me with him. "This is where you get off, come with me", he said.

"I can walk on my own, thanks", I snapped as he grabbed my arm.
We walked up the decks, I thought it would be pushing my luck, far too much to try and grab his sword and hammer him into tiny bits, "well well Telina, you can't have all in your way", I told myself.
Up at the deck he said "now get off the ship, and go down to the census office". I went down, but there I bumped into another guard, who insisted me on telling what race I was. "What an idiot, can't he see that I'm a dark elf", I thought . After telling that obviously drunk idiot, that I was a dark elf he told me to get my, cute butt into the census and excise office.


There that's it for the prologue, longer parts will be added soon enough.

EDIT: I removed the thick bold from the beginning. Expect another update withing 24 hours.

Before I read the story, I'd just like to say it's good to see you writing fanfiction. I noticed you had some of your text written in thick bold. This was was hard to read and almost turned me away from the story altogether. However, I'm a man of patience and open-mindedness, and I love reading new literature. I'll gladly critqiue and hopefully enjoy this story of yours. So, I'm going to open a bag of cheese puffs and delve into this piece of your imagination you've decided to share with the forums.

Nother update. I'm ashamed to say that my writing style was not as developed in the first chapters of this story (compared to chapters 4 and 5) but hopefully you'll follow the story anyway as it will improve over time.

Chapter one: A new life

I walked into the office, and took a look around. The room was dimly lit, with the walls, slowly starting to lose its bright colour. As I walked into the room, I noticed all the silverware and books standing on the shelf, in the right side of the room. Especially I noticed the big limeware platter, which would probably be worth over five hundred septims.

At last I went over to the old and grey looking man, who had big pits on his ugly face, and the look he gave me clearly shoved a strong disgust for me, and all I stood for. "Ah there you are, we've been expecting you, now you'll have to be recorded before you're officially released, there are a few ways we can do this and the choice is yours".

Here he gave me the options of either answering his questions, filling the forms out myself or picking from the class list he had in front of him. "My name is Telina Delvanni, a mage and born under the sign of the Apprentice", I chose to lie to him, as I did not want his kind of people to know that I was an assassin.

"Well then you answered my next question to, but before I stamp these papers, make sure this information is correct". Giving the piece of paper a small look, I nodded to show it was correct. "Good, now go to the captain in order to get your release fee".

I then started to walk around the room, making sure I had an "accidental" stumble that knocked a candle or three over papers on Ergallas desk. With the guard and Ergalla busy with putting the fire out, I relieved them from the heavy burden that Limeware platter would have on them, I then walked slowly out of the room and closed the door after me.

I was standing in a big hallway, and when I walked into the main room I found a "few" items of interest, which included a worn out dagger and a flask of sujamma, a lot of silverware and other stuff. Thinking they could by no means make sure that all off these items would get the proper care I liberated the items from them, and walked out into the courtyard...

When I walked out onto the street, I noticed the buildings, had the same grey decaying look, and then it caught me. The stench of fish, and lucky me who HATED fish. So in all of my luck I had landed up in a fishing village, the gods had to hate me.

I had only walked a few yard's, when I bumped into a person, that would never forget me, he was a little Bosmer. "Hello, are you the new exile?" And without even waiting for an answer he went on. "They took my ring, you know, the imperials, they hate poor old Fargoth for being lucky, so they always take my things". I was getting really tired of this little bosmer, and formed out a plan. I took out my money pouch and slipped the entire pouch into his hands.

"Well thank you" he said with a little smile, just as he was about to clap my shoulder, I stepped rapidly backwards, just as the guard saw it, and he missed my shoulder, and his hands hit my briasts. "How dare you" I screamed out, and just after he heard a loud -"SMACK" and he laid flat on the ground, with marks from my flat hand on his cheeks.

The guard came running to me, and said." I saw everything, and this is the last time Fargoth, so now we're going to the captain". I smirked widely as I walked into the tallest building on the street, which I reckoned had to be the tradehouse.

When I entered I saw a large counter with a tall Altmer named Arille standing behind it, so I walked up to him. "Greetings miss, what can I do for you"? "Well I would like to trade in these items, I'm carrying".

We bickered a lot on the price, but even with my low persuasion skills, I managed to get a whole nine-hundred and sixty-four septims for the items. When I was about to leave I forgot that all I had to defend me with, was a rusty old dagger, so I walked back, and told that I wanted some weapons, armour and spells.

After a while with price bickering, I walked away with a set of chitin armour minus the helmet and greaves, and a good old fashioned steel katana, which had started to become my favourite weapon in prison (but only training weapons in wood of course), slightly happy with my purchase I walked up the stairs, only to be met by a large Nord.

"Hello lassie, please, don't be afraid I wont hurt ye". He boomed on with his big voice. "Ye see, I a've tis problem, and was wonderen if ye would help me out"?

"What's the problem I asked with my little voice (compared to his)?"

"Ah there be this filty litle elf named Fargoth, and he keeps, delaying his protection money, in other words taxes, I don't know where he keeps his money, but he keeps stalking in town, around eleven o'clock, and if ye would hide up in the lighthouse, ye would probably be able to see where he goes".

"Well I would be delighted to help you out, and I'm going right now". I smiled as I thought inside me 'Finally some free money, and that idiot of a Nord has practically handed them over to me'. I walked straight into the lighthouse, without even caring of the woman who lived there. The light inside was dim, and it was very dark, but when I came up it was a little lighter.

There I found yet another of this local alcohol, and a book named the wedding dowry, I walked outside, and the sight that met me was magnificent. I could see many miles ahead, but now was not the time for looking at the landscape, I sat down where a little mer would have difficulties of seeing me, and I started to read this book of mine.

The book was very good, and my already good skills with illusion, had improved, because of what the book had taught me. It was close to midnight when Fargot started to move around, and after ten boring minutes he walked into a pool, bent down by the tree stump, and raised himself up quickly, and walked away. I stood up, but when I had done that Fargoth saw up against me, and I stepped backwards rapidly.

Mistake number one: do not step rapidly backwards on the top of a tiny lighthouse. A long fall and some broken ribs and bruises later I lay at the ground, in. You guessed it, a deep muddy pool, with a large tree stump in it.

I managed to raise myself to the ground, and a small glimmer, in the ground, to my left caught my eye. There stood a large axe with a clear enchantment on it. I took it up and examined it, the name stood on ancient Dunmeri, and from my translation (I was very good with languages) the axe was named Ice Sting. I used the healing spell, Arille had sold me and I could feel my wounds slowly healing.

I walked over to the muddy pool Fargoth had hid his stuff in, and examined the tree stump, inside it I found a lockpick, a diamond, and nearly three hundred septims. I walked slowly towards the tradehouse, thinking that what that idiotic Nord didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

As I woke up some five hours later I felt myself quite well, considering my bad fall, it took a while before I remembered where I was. So ten minutes I was dressed and was walking out of town. The nature would probably be fine if it wasn't for my hatred of being put into a place like this. As I were walking along the coast, I came to an oval door, the inscriptions, was almost impossible to read, as it had nearly vanished because wind and weather, but the name was clear enough Omaren.

It is a real treat to again be immersed in Telina's story. And it is good to see it here. Please continue.

I guessed this was some kind of tomb, and my very annoying (not to mention self destructive and suicidal) curiousness, made me go into the tomb. The tomb was quite dim, and was made up of some sandy looking walls, with full of deep cracks in it. I walked further into the tomb, first left turn, right turn left, left again, and I lost my count, and worried whether I would ever find my way out again. Just as I was about to turn back, I found myself in a large room, with a friendly looking ghost in it.

But the ghost wasn't that friendly and before I knew about it, it had thrown a fireball at me. I managed to twist myself away from the hot flame, and drew my katana. I ran against it, and made many quick slashes at it, but by sword just went through it, without inflicting damage. And then I remembered the flame spell Arille had thought me. And I screamed out the words.

"Incendio". The fireball hit the ghost, who started to dissipate in front of my eyes. I walked up to the little platform in front of me, and I saw a urn, with a little light emanating it, so I turned the urn upside down, and out of it came a little ring, which I quickly put on my finger. I could feel the enchantments, boosting my magic skills by far, and the name on it, showed that this was actually the famous mentors ring itself. Feeling proud of my new discovery, I ran out of the tomb, (I found the way out after some panicking twenty minutes).

As I walked up on the road, and started to walk back towards Seyda Neen, and as I was halfway there I heard a loud scream, and someone falling towards me, from the sky. He hit the ground, with a sickening crunching sound, and was dead. I walked over to the dead Bosmer, and stripped him, of his cloak, the book, some interesting scrolls (actually dangerous, that I was going to sell at my first opportunity) and a fine sword with a little spark spell.

On my way to the silt strider, I saw a door, half hidden in the mountain, with the name Addamasartus on it, with the thought of exploring the cave I walked in. I had walked only one step before a rage full shriek met me.

"You n'wha".

The woman, was running towards me, with a spiky looking dagger in her hand. I had just managed to draw IceSting, when she was on me. She took a fast slash against my chest, but my chitin armour stopped it (barely). I struck back with a powerful downward chop, and when she had raised her dagger, my axe hit it, with the same force as the hammer on the anvil. Her hand was pushed downwards, but to her luck, it went straight into my left thigh.

I screamed, and fell to the floor, dropping my axe, cursing my lack of greaves and holding my leg. She laughed at me, but that was all I needed, her to lower her guard. I quickly chanted the words "momento friskus", and my thigh was healing. I picked up IceSting, and started to rain down blow after blow on her. In the end, IceSting hit her in the shoulder and clipped her arm straight of, the enchantments on the axe was apparent, her shoulder was turning to ice, and soon her head was ice to, I pushed her backwards, and she fell down and hit the ground.

-"Crash". Her head broke into tiny pieces of ice and gore. I quickly took up the dagger, ready to throw it at the first person available. I walked deeper into this dark cave, it was full of stalagmites from the roof, and the walls were very rough, and hard. As I opened a door, I had but taken two steps, when I heard the very well known sound of something flying towards you. With a loud -"Chunk" the throwing dart had hit my armour and glanced of it.

I started to run towards the thrower, who was actually another female Dark Elf, and threw the chitin dagger towards her. But chitin daggers were apparently not made for throwing and it flew wide past her. I was nearly halfway up to her, when a fireball flew past me and missed me by inches, and that could only mean one thing, there was two of them and one of them was apparently a very pissed off mage.

So there I was, trapped between a fireball throwing mage, and a girl, with a very dangerous aim. I continued to run up against the throwing star girl though. As I was running up the stairs, one of the steps, was broken, and that step was of course the one I had just placed my foot on. I broke trough it, and fell down into the water below me.

When I had reached land, I noticed a little rot, on the one of the pillars, supporting the main walkway. Picking up IceSting in a two-handed-grip, I started to chop away on the pillar. The effect was quick, the woodwork turned into ice, which was easily smashed to small pieces. After doing that on three pillars, the whole walkway fell down, and the two bandits, was impaled on the large and small lumber pieces that fell on them.

It took a whole lot of time to recognise what I had actually done.

"Great Telina, really great"."How am I going to get up back there now"? I asked calmly to myself.

The answer was on the now very dead mage, as he carried 4 levitating potions. I drank deeply from one of them, and floated up to the doorway again, left the cave, and walked over to the siltstrider. There I was met, by a large man, who asked me where I wanted to go.

"Balmora please", and after giving him some of my precious septims, I walked into the strange animal, and fell asleep.

You N'wha, it's N'wah!

J/k, I enjoyed it. I liked the part where your character chops down the walkway. Original!
I do think you should take more time. You have an interesting character going but I felt some parts were rushed.