This story goes back to the midst of the third Era When the Neraverine had arrived to Vvardenfell and began his journey. It is about an Ashlands Ranger born to the Tribe of the Urshilaku, Father was an outsider mother was a tribal women. Mostly some of this stuff Im making up as Im going along but some I already planned on for the story. Please feel free to comment whenever, Critics welcome. Everyone needs a good critic
Volume I
Chapter 1
There was nothing odd about the day in the Ashlands. The sun shone brightly across the dusty planes after a day recovery from a small blight storm. The small encampment of the Urshilaku was quiet, for many of the men had left to go hunting and the women had began doing their daily work. A few ways away south from the camp on a small hill lay a young male dunmer. He was average Height for a dunmer and very slim. His face was lean with his nose a bit pointed outwards and gaunt. His chin rided round and equal with his lips wich were dry and cracked. His hair was black and long to halfway down his neck with slim bangs running down both sides of his face with highlights of red. His eyes were remarkably red and almost twinkled as he looked up into the blue sunny sky. A small breeze swept past him and he took in a deep breath to try and catch it and keep the cool moment for a little while longer.
"Veloth? Come, the hunters have arrived." A settling voice echoed through the air, as his mother called out to him. Veloth sighed grimly for he was quite comfortable at his spot. He Rolled over on his stomach and pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his bow wich was made of Chitin wrapped in white guar leather. The string was thin almost looked like it would break if it was fired another time, but it was strong, at the top and bottom of the string were white feathers tied to the string along with puffs of cotton.
He took a last look to the sky and began to the camp to meet with the hunters and skin their catches of the day. Apon arrival The ashkhan greeted him with a smile and a nod. Veloth smiled back then stopped in his tracks seeing a nix hound tied hanging from a post. He spat at the ground and pulled his dirk from his back sheath and started his work. With grace he skinned the Hound with precision making no mistakes. He moved the knife under the skin like an artist moved a paintbrush on his most passionate work. It only took him a half an hour to skin the hound and another whole hour to cut the limbs and meat. He took pride in his work but he was mainly moved when he explored.
The day went by quickly and soon the camp was filled with the smell of hound meat being cooked for the celebration of his twenty-fifth birthday. It was nothing special to him really. It was the start of his real life as a dunmer. Everyone was laughing and singing and dancing, Some of the tribal members played instruments and the Wise women was telling her prophecies to the young. Veloth was treated different then the others though, like royalty. He didn't figure why. He was no child of the Ashkhan, or any nobility. His father was an outlander his mother was a tribal mother. But he wouldn't draw bad attention. He was the best in combat, and marksmanship yes but what did they see in him?
"Why so grim young Veloth? This is your day, you should be happy." The Ashkhan asked him with a chuckle in his voice.
"Grim? Do I show it? No I'm happy, It's just.." Veloth was interrupted with a scream of one of the tribal women.
"Corprus beasts!" The ashkhan ran into his tent and veloth grabbed his Bow and picked up his quiver wich leaned on the post the hound he skinned hung from. He quickly slipped it on him and pulled an arrow and perched it perfectly on the bow. Soon a small group of Corprus beasts and sixth house sleepers appeared over the hill south of the camp. Veloth hesitated for a moment to fire. His mother was running away from the horde, she was the one screaming. Soon an Ash vampire struck her down with a simple spell. Seeing this brought rage to Veloth. He wanted to scream out but he couldn't. All he did was let loose the arrow which flew through the air making its impact in the beasts Forehead and piercing as much to the tip was sticking out of the other side of its head.
He quickly pulled out two more arrows perching them again perfectly next to one another but separated apart and again he let them go one hit one monster in the neck and the other flew past it and hit a sleeper in the chest. Soon the Ashkhan and his guard charged from the tent cluster at the beasts and Veloth pulled out his dirk and his silver dagger which sheathed on the side of his leg. It was an elegant blade, which belonged to his father. The blade was made of white silver and held glyphs written on the tip of the blade itself.
Along with the guards and the ashkhan Veloth ran towards the group Turning his dirk in a backwards position in his right hand and bringing his silver dagger to the side with it and made and upward spinning motion slicing into one of the disfigured beasts. The beast fell hard to the ground and soon with ending his spin his silver dagger stabbed into a sleepers chest falling him as well.
Soon the attackers were ceased and Veloth gazed across the desert like plain seeing an ash vampire running away. "One lives." He yelled out and started out in a sprint running the creature down before anyone could interject. He sheathed his blades to move much faster but it seemed the distance between him and the goul didn't come close to being closer. He forced himself to run faster but the ghoul turned behind a rock and Veloth slowed himself down and crept behind it as well but soon he was struck by a club and everything went black.