Chapter 2 - The Blood of Pride
Aboard a ship he did not know the name of with a dark skinned crew that he had never seen the likes of before, Rasco drew in to himself more than he had ever done so during his life in the woods. The Redguard crew gave him no reason to worry and they were a generally joyful lot but his mind was occupied with much darker thoughts. He sat on the deck every day looking out upon the vast, shimmering blue, marveling at the sight… and brooded.
Rasco was not upset that his mother was dead; he did not value life outside of his own. But he was very prideful and the circumstances surrounding the cause of her death were a far different story. He blamed his father, the Bosmer
vagabond; he blamed the healers of Falnesti, the crusty Bosmer
mage who tried to pin his mother’s sickness upon him; and he blamed himself for not being strong enough to save her, a fault of his Bosmer
blood no doubt. His mother may have been flirtatious but she was a strong woman. His father was weak, like every Mer he had ever encountered, few as they may be.
Even at the young age of 16, Rasco had a far-seeing mind’s eye, clouded as it was through his own vain pride and unchecked anger. So by the time the castle of Anvil came into view, Rasco had decided upon three things he must accomplish: 1. establish himself as a true blacksmith, 2. learn how to heal so he could protect himself and future assets, 3. dedicate his free time to culling the weak from the land, Bosmer
Upon arriving to shore aboard the ship he had come to know as The Sand’s Elation
, whatever the hell that meant, the ship’s Captain stopped him before leaving deck. “I know that look, boy.”
The young captain said, “What is your plan? Where will you go?”
Rasco replied, winking, “I go to make Tamriel a better place”,
and slowly strode in to the city.
Rasco came to Anvil with a raging, cold-blooded purpose. One he planned to put into practice with considerable speed. But much to his surprise, the natural distrust inherited from his Bosmer blood quickly took over and he was overwhelmed with it all.
Buildings as tall as the great trees! Surrounded with shops made all of wood, painted signs every which way denoting the Mage Guild or some trinket shop. The biggest change? People. Rasco had never seen so many people before in his life! The smell of the trees was replaced with horse dung and the market. Feet that were used to being kissed by soft green grass were now assaulted by hard, dark stone. A hammer pinging, wind rustling leaves, and the occasional howl of a Valenwood beast now became the squall of hawkers, the meandering conversations of self-important nobles, and the squealing of the tavern goers.
After getting over the initial shock of it all, he realized that he had no money so he could not stay in the big city. A man of the woods, Rasco quickly found a place outside of the city where he could get some food and lay his head for the night. Weary from his travels and the surprise of the city, Rasco quickly found himself dozing off…
What was that?
He thought to himself as he looked around from his perch in what passed for a tree in Cyrodiil. Ah, a deer finding its way home no doubt. The sun must have just set for me to still be able to
- and there, not 50 feet from the deer, was a Wood Elf with his bow drawn. And so my quest begins
, mused Rasco with a predatory smile as he nocked an arrow of his own. He had made prey out of predators for a long time and knew it was best to wait until his prey made its own kill before he would swoop in, their guard was weakest then. The poor Mer, busy skinning the deer, never even heard the twang of Rasco’s bowstring as a steel-tipped arrow lodged itself through the spine of his own neck. “Damn’t,”
Rasco said aloud, “I was hoping he would turn.”
Rasco finished what the Elf had started with the deer and put some meat on a spit above his small campfire. Afterwards, he looted the dead Elf before dumping him in a nearby stream. Along with some well-made arrows he, to his astonishment, found nearly a King’s ransom on the body! An ebony dagger, 500 Septims, and some new leather boots that made him feel much more agile. As he laid down once more in his perch in the trees, Rasco contemplated the day. I could definitely get used to this
, he thought as he finally dozed off to sleep.
Suddenly jolted awake, Rasco found he could not move his body! Frantically he searched for what could be the cause of this, was he still dreaming?! But then he caught the glimpse, a shimmering shadow hovering before him.
“You owe me something, murderer.”
Even though he could not see into the shadow, Rasco knew two things: this man was dangerous and he was smiling.
To be continued….