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An Epiphany


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14th of Last Seed,

I am thankful everyday for the blessings I have been given, and the short life I have lived so far. When I was a young child I had always dreamed of leaving the Kingdom of Wayrest and studying abroad. I had vividly conjured foreign lands in my head through childish imagination when my grandfather still provided my small, nimble body with a roof; before I had learned what being a man was. I was still selfish; I believed my grandparents would live eternally through the amazing perseverance and strength they possessed. I believed they could do anything, and I was deserving of their essence. It wasn't until my grandmother passed away that I could see what I owed to them.

Then my grandfather passed away, after years of my every effort to selfishly keep him alive. I chose not to lose him because he was the only person I had left in my life close to me at the time; trying to cloud my actions with my understanding that I owed him much more. I was scant of acquaintances, as most of the laborers on my grandfather's farm were purely motivated by business. I felt a drive to make every attempt necessary to keep my mentor and greatest friend alive. In the end, I was selfish through selflessness. My grandfather's final words, written very illegible on a scrap of paper, would seem to disagree with my sentiment however. Perhaps he had intended some final leason for me, though I do not understand what.

Recent events in my life have surfaced old memories in my mind and made me rethink the acceptance of a certain level of selfishness. Should I risk my life so others may appreciate another breath? Why should my hard work be sacrificed so others who may be less fortunate can kiss their loved ones beneath the stars for just one more night when their hearts may be ripe with a less pure virtue than my own? In the heart of danger, when one willingly places themselves at the point of another blade, why should I be the one placed in the greatest line of danger? I have asked myself these questions with hopes that Stendarr may indulge me with wisdom, and yet I am still unsure. This uncertainty stems from my most recent venture with Chorrol's Shield.


It was the 10th of Last Seed, just barely less than a week ago. Chorrol's Shield had provided me with a sufficient means of living after my small fortune from the farm had began to dissipate. Although this line of work is not something I am proud of or even particularly enjoy, it was something I was good at, and it was simple. We had never ran into any real trouble before. The men of our mercenary group had only ever suffered very minor wounds. Simple medication or minor restoration skills were always sufficient to heal any affliction.

In the waning light of the setting sun, a caravan of traders with little more than bread and wine were approaching the Chorrol gates when a single bandit charged against them, stealing a sack of goods. Chorrol's guardsmen, already nearing the change of their shift, had decided that the bandit was too far gone already to pursue in the black blanket the nighttime skies were about to shield the bandit from. The traders turned to us for assistance. They promised to pay well if we could return what was stolen from them. Ushag agreed and rounded up the rest of Chorrol's Shield to head out.

We tracked the bandit to a small cave a few miles out. Bahl began to auspiciously taunt the bandit, now trapped in a cave like a rat in a trap. This was a poor observation of the situation in hindsight; we were the true rats. Bahl's voice dropped following a high pitched whistle. There was a loud bang and we all turned to see the nord's torch burning next to his body; his neck had been cleanly impaled by an arrow that only a Bosmer hunter's accuracy could ensnare. Never have I seen a man bleed out, and never have I hesitated to act before. This was different. I began to fear for my own safety, reverting to primal selfish thoughts.

I could have taken the arrow out of his neck. I could have quickly began to regenerate the tissue around the wound and perhaps stop his arteries from clotting and preventing his body from hemorrhaging, but I was too afraid. What if I painted a target on myself by doing so? There was no guarantee he would live anyway, and there was no way for me to pull the massive nord - who when standing without his steel plated boots would tower over me - to safety. Instead, I fled and took cover in a ditch behind a boulder.

I could hear Ushag's battle cry behind my cover. There were three more whistles piercing through the dark void. Ushag was still standing, but I could hear him stumbling now; the exhaustion in his panting. Two more whistles echoed, and then there was a sudden bang, like when Bahl had fallen. I knew Ushag was dead now...

I waited for minutes... I waited for hours. The dreary sky still shadowed the bandits. I dare not breathe heavily nor twitch a muscle. I was truly paralyzed by fear...

When the sun raised later that morning, I pulled my restless body from the ditch, and regrouped. There was a ledge above the cave; it must have been the location of the ambush. The lush surrounding of trees on the ledge provided our aggressors with all the cover they needed. One of the trees was carved with the name of another mercenary band.

"Red Steed"

The source of my uncertainty is the uncertainty of seeing another sunrise.

~Rurik Jasune
This post was last modified: October 22nd 2013 06:52 PM by Jasoody
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Enjoyed this, seems very much like a man of learning and training but little worldliness coming into contact with the realities of life. The first person really brings out the internal conflicts.




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Thank you. I'm glad this piece was as insightful for you as it was for me exploring the character in this entry.
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