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The Plot of Panterra.


Started by Panterra Arius
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Part One, The Plot of Panterra Arius, The Forgotten Leopard War God.

If some of my words are more.. political than normal bosmer that is because i am far, far from a normal bosmer.

As a child i was raised in Greenheart, my people taught me what i meant to be one with nature, and also how to respect my ancestry and most importantly.. my bow. When i reached my teens my father sent me to a frontline village on the borders of the Colovian Empire to held defend out people and come back to the family as a great Warrior, his only gift were two eleven daggers he had used in his war time. It was a long journey, i meet many people and learnt how to stalk animals, set traps, and live completely in nature as i traveled. I used the solitude meditate and become one with mother nature, enjoying all its glories, from the sights of huge waterfalls and tree's the size of 500 bosmers grown man toped on each other, to the sounds of rivers flowing and birds singing, and tastes of natural honey and the purest water in all of Tamrial, and the feelings of lush grass under my feet and birds perched on my shoulders as i walked.

In one of my stops a town settled on the side of a mountain range called Meadow Run stopped at a butchery to sell some of the game i had killed. As i walked through the town i caught the familiar smell of wood being carved but something was different, i had learnt this particular smell during my times crafting arrows and bows back in Greenheart from wood we had brought by the Altmer. My nose led me to a fletcher shop, out side on a seat was a beautiful girl, as she saw me she stood up and turned to walk around the side of the shop. She had fury red hairy that flowed down to her waist, the lightest shade of brown skin so it looked almost white which made her hair just seem more enraged. I followed her around the store as she walked her hips almost hypnotizing me with this alien feeling burning deep within me. She stopped at a rack that was holding bows of all kinds and shapes, it was beautiful, she mounted her most recently carved art work, it was a bow the span of a whole bosmer, head to toe, and was a strange black with light brown carved runes all over it.

I asked her what type of wood the bow she had just created was, her response was a quick twist as she pulled out the dark bow, did a tumble roll backwards as her arm sparked out grabbing a arrow that had been leaning against the house wall, she pulled and back release the arrow before anyone would have expected what happened, with my instincts the world slowed as from catching bees for fun, in what seemed like 10 min was a mere few seconds i bent backwards as the arrow rushed over my stomach and my left hand speared up and caught the shaft of the arrow. The world returned to its self but before i could focus on what had happened i was crash tackled by a red blur, i was pinned on the ground arrow still in hand and inches from my face was the girl, her red hair flowing down making a curtain that made me feel like there was nothing in the world except her. She stared at me intently wise a angry gaze, her eyes started to soften and that moment i rolled over and pinned her in the identical image, she looked utterly shocked, i moved her hands slowly above her head and pinned them with one hand, with the other i placed the arrow i had caught in her hands letting her hold it, she looked confused as i slowly let my grip go. finally when her hands where free i stepped up and stood beside her. Shocked beyond compare she asked me to stay with her.

After a fortnight of living with her love had spurred, she taught me about foreign woods like the bow she had made when i first meet her 'ebony', she did not have a name, she said her parents had abandoned her upon birth, she was raised by a bosmer unknown to her who abandoned her when she could fend for herself and she had thus grown up in the wild, she eventually moved to society and this mountain side settlement, everyone in the village despised her because of her skin and hair. AIt took my entire first week to convince her of her beauty, i named her Mor Urya, Black Blaze from the bow encounter and her beautiful hair.

At the end of the fortnight a message came from my home town, it was my father asking how the front line was, he sounded overly excited, guilt struck me, i had not intended to stay this long and also for so much feeling to burst in such a miniscule amount of time. That night pride took over and i explained to Mor that i had to leave, after hours of fights with her screaming that i was just like everyone i calmed her, she slept that night in my arms. The next day, she prepared a lunch for 4 weeks advance, after convincing her that i could live of the wild and it was unpractical to take this much she burst into tears again, i convinced her i would be ok, she agreed for me to go and for her to stop crying only if i promised 3 things, to take her ebony bow, to not die, and to come back some day. After agreeing to this we enjoyed each other entirely and i departed.

The journey to the front line is hardly memorable due to my turmoil of leaving Mor.

I eventually reached the city Arenthia, it was a very militarily designed city even for the Bosmer, scouts everywhere, Look out towers in every tree. I eventually reached the town center and tracked down the Clan leader. He directed me to the east were our borders were currently under attack. I traveled on, eventually the smell of burning and dying tree's along side the smell of them being crafted, but it was a more rough crafting and much more intense and it hit me like a wall. After traveling for another hour or so i made it to the battle field, bosmer men were scattered across the land, tree's were chopped down to stumps as other simmered from the previous flames that engulfed them. I deathly stumbled through the battle field, until i heard a branch crap, and looked up to see a dozen humans starring with blood marking all over there bodies, before i had time to react 2 spears flung to my stomach, i rolled side ways, and in one clear movement pulled my bow, a arrow, and let it fly to it marks striking a human from the tree. Eight or so humans jumped down from the tree as the rest slipped clumsily down the tree sides. Before i could think my body was reacting and i was pulling back my abnormally long bow in a continuos motion pinning every human who did not leap from the tree to the bark where they hung limp. On see my huge bow up close, and looking back at his comrades the closest human, quickly turned side ways leaping to get cover which ended in a steel arrow through his rig cage while he was flying through the air. The other few humans quickly shouted 3 or so words indescribable to me (i would later learn they were tactical maneuvers). With that 2 humans spread to my flanks, and 4 created a semi-circle in front of me, they charged on the order of the biggest human. I shot down two before it was time to pull out my daggers, with one motion i slung the bow over my body while pulling my fathers eleven daggers free and cut the throat of my closest target. i was rammed by a shield from my left flank, i sprawled across the ground, he leaped for me and was met with a dagger in the crotch which slide up to his chest. I heard a war-cry from my rear and the final two humans sprinting towards me. Breathing in-slowly i raised my arms and with one strike let both daggers fly to my targets chests. There was silence, then a hard smack on my head, as i fell to the ground, and slowly blacked out i looked behind me and i saw a figure stand of me as he produced a brown bag to my head.

After a unknown time of travel i awoke to the sound of chattering, horses, and a cluster of people. I allowed to see the light again and i was opened up up the a human keep. I will not go into detail of my times in Cyrodill, it consisted of torture, experimentation, and grueling hours of study in the art of war. After several years of this was presented to the Captain of the city. He ordered me be tactical leader against my OWN people, the only good of this was i got my daggers and beloved bow back. I was to bring them victory through my knowledge of the weakness'. Due to the sicking thought i shall only reveal i helped to victories against my people, small one.. ambushes. Finally a big battle was brought before me, a tribe closest bordering the city was attacking a farm and was said to be pushing far into human territory. I lead the nobles vanguards. Upon reaching the farm the elves were a mess of formation, the humans followed my every word and victory was within grasp, we had killed all the enemy bar 5 bosmer who had been captured. The humans brought we forward and ordered me slay all five. The twenty men stood a good 100m away wanted me to feel alienated watching. I walked up to the first elf, it was a girl, she could only have been a teenage and a earlier one at that. I pulled one of my daggers out and she hissed at me "I DIE BY THE BOW!" it shocked me the venom in her ton, i was taken back, after putting my dagger back and bring out Mor Urya's Glory i stepped back and line her up. After a untold time of waiting i feel to the ground shacking, a old voice called out, "boy if you truly care for us kill us quick and clean, i fought for my son Panterra who died by humans, and i do not want to see another soul die, kill us and save yourself or those beasts lurking back there will slaughter us all"... i flashed to the old man staring him, he was shocked, i began crying, he pleaded for me to stop, with that stood up cleaned my face, with a face of utter determination i glared at my father, pulled my bow back to its furthest extent "thank you" was the last thing i heard before blind rage took over and i let the arrow fly, but not to my brethren, with speed unknown to anyone but the gods i had spun around and shot the vanguards captain, the man who was the cause of all this. Then in a fluid momentum i released all my arrows, even shooting two at once, i cannot remember this is all on account of the elves who i saved behind me. They tell me in a matter of 4 seconds i had released all twenty arrows of my quiver and killed all twenty humans, one shot for each one.

The elves took me back to Arenthia which had been destroyed considerably most likely from the information i had given to the humans on our weakness'. I never told my father who i was, i would wait until i had proven myself the best warrior in all the land, in my combat skills and compassion, before that i could.. can not face him until that day. I traveled back to Meadow Run to my beloved Mor Urya's for comfort after my past shock, i reached the edge of her home when i saw a girl running around the tree's, she would only have been a child, with pure green skin, and fiery red hair. Tears took my face as i walked slowly towards her, she saw me and ran back a few meter's to her mother who was sitting on s chair facing the forest tearing up also, we sprinted for each other and locked in each other arms for what seemed like eternity until the little one ran up and kicked me. I laughed as it turned out she was protecting her mother, she has the fury of her heritage, i explained who i was, and i spent 4 years with them, loving my wife as much as one could, and raising my daughter to be a greater warrior than myself, she had he mothers rage, with my swiftness (truly a force to be reckoned with). After 4 years i got word that the three powers the Aldmeri Dominion, The Daggerfall Covenant and the Ebonheart pact were declaring war on Cyrodiil. See this as a chance to make my father proud i told my wife my plan and why i must do this. I left my wife much more calmly than before and my daughter as well who made me make her 3 promises, the apple never feel far from the tree, first i must bring her back presents, second i must become a legendary warrior and third that i must return. i intend to keep all three promises. I meet up with a Archer who had similar plans of glory, he introduced me to his Noore, A brotherhood of archers, i now march with them, but i promise this to any of my foes - I will make my father proud, and i will return to my family.


With the guidance of Apollo, Paris struck down the invincible Aristos Achaion. – i shall do my part to guide The BBoA.

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Triskele
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This is something you have put quite some time and work into. Nicely done!




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Thanks :) i actually did it in around 20min hahaha i plan on spending longer (i.e. weeks for better quality) doing the detail/ pre/ post of this story ^ in more Panterra short stories :) @Triskele


With the guidance of Apollo, Paris struck down the invincible Aristos Achaion. – i shall do my part to guide The BBoA.

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