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Memories of a sentimental Argonian: Stormhold


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"What is alive, you can kill - what is dead, you can eat!"

Stormhold

I have never wandered this far north. The Canopies of the Shadowfenn have swallowed up most of the sunlight here.

As I made my way upstream raindrops started making their way through the treetops.
I have heard of this place. Even before the lake of Stormhold spread out before me I could smell the putrid stench of civilization.
so many new smells. It remindet me of Koth. In a bad way.

My legs began to tire, remindet me I did not dare to drink from the river for days. As I have seen what dwells within. River Drakes, moon adders and worst of all swarms of muskrats. But as the glistening black infinity appeared out of the morning mist before me I started to run.

Ignoring the pain that numbed my body I raced towards the shore, almost toppling over a root, overgrown by glowing fungi, coming to a grinding halt by throwing myself in the mud face first, lacking any understanding of grace.

Forming a cup out of my dirt covered hands i reached down to the water and froze.
I had not seen my own face for weeks. Quickly the thirst was forgotten, I reached to my chin. Little spikes were growing down my jaw.
I could see a crooked grin spreading across my face in the reflection of mine.
For a long time I would not feel this proud again.

As the initial glee wore off the crippling thirst quickly crept back to my mind like a visitor from oblivion.
Drinking the putrid water till i almost vomited, i looked up to the city above breathing heavily. I realized it was pouring rain, washing away the dirt from my scales.
Rushing in brown and red streams from my body.

Stormhold looked like a gigantic, frightening spiderweb, hanging there in the impenetrable Mist. Bridges glistening wet from constant rain.
The Stone erodet featuring curious, not quite sane looking, forms.
The smell was now stronger than ever, stronger than anything I had smelled before in my life.
I would go so far as saying it smelled worse than the inner marsh.

The stone felt unnatural below my feet at first. But I was thankfull to have solid ground under me. Working my way up to the city gates above.
Guardsmen clad in River Drake mail, faces all grim. With wonder i observed their armor fitted in such a way that the constant stream of rain was flowing off smoothly from the scales while the guards stood there, unmoving, unflinching, eyes fixated at a point far in the distance.

"Slacking at work" i thought to myself.
As i wanted to pass the gates a hand grabbed me by the shoulder.
I uttered a cry for bloody vengeance and whipped out my long, downward curved kothringi knife that a tribesman tradet for three hackwing pelts.
Before i could sink my steel in the flesh of the attacker, i recieved a sharp kick to the stomach.
sent me flying back a couple of meters. Fuck that guy.
"Kaoc" i cried out lifting my head. Coughing heavily i tired to make out the figure in the mist before me. Muscles flexing, ready to pounce.

"blasted runt!" the figure exclaimed as it took a step forward.
I could make out his Newtscale regalia, the grizzled head of an old Veteran mounted on top. His eyes gazing at him in a mixture of disgust and annoyence.
Must have been the guard Captain. Chances are i did look like a guttersnipe that was beeing pissed on by a naga.
Spines puffed in rage i shouted at him "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
That was the moment i realized my knife lay a couple of metres away from me.
"Xuth!"
"What do you think you are doing here, runt? Just wandering in the City without to designate yourself?" his voice was now getting louder.

Realizing i did probably just break two laws in one instance i got up to my feet, gathered my voice and lied "I am Kruum of the Wild Tribes, i hereby demand my right of visiting the Hist of Stormhold" suprised at the confidence in my speech.

The face of the Captain showed suprise first, anger shortly therafter.
He realized that he could not refuse a feral one the right to visit the Hist.
Doing best to hide his Anger, not his scorn however, "Go along then" he spat in my face "But i will be watching you, scum!"

I picked up my knife and walked past him, looking at him with the sinisterest look i could fabricate.
The Gigantic web of hanging bridges, stilts and stone that was Stormhold sprawled out before me.
Roofs acting as gutters, flushing the rainwater downward to Lake Stormhold.
I choked realizing i drank from there.

The Argonians here were different from the tribal ones i knew. Dressing in opulent colours, fitting themselves in uncomfortable clothes. Hiding their spears.
"Probably they are ashamed?"
Taking a stroll down the alleys of the platform i stood on, towards the centerpiece, i took a look at the folk of the captial of the shadowfenn.
Merchants, tailors, smiths, outfitters. Odd professions. What more do you need than a spear, a knife and a sturdy shelter?
Spying in the alleys i saw a group of unhealthy looking folk gathering around a trio of Naga.

I stopped and sneaked up closer. they had a couple of little crates with them.
The tallest of the naga opened one of them.
I could see little red flasks within. People seemed to become nervous, handing over large sums of metal chips in exchange for the boxes.
"weird customs these city folks have" i thought to myself, quickly loosing interrest.

After a quick walk i realized that my stomache already hurt from hunger.
Taking for one of the central platforms i made my way over the slippery bridges.
From the fishy smell i could gather that i must have reached the central market.
Just what i was looking for.
I wandered to a stand. Looking at what they had.
A cup full of live trodth looked exactly like what i needet right now.
thinking about the scene i observed earlier i realized Mother gave me a few of these metal coins before i left.
I handet over three of them for the cup. The seller seemed to be overly happy about that.
"Strange" i thought to myself, not realizing i was beeing screwed over for the first time in my life.

while chewing on the tiny fish that would never realy want to stay in my mouth for too long i made a strange observation.
First he thought them for Kothringi from the northern swamps, but he quickly realized that the figures walking between the saxleel, always hiding under rooftops, trying not to get caught open in the rain, could not be Argonians. With smooth, fleshy skin, short, sickly faces, bulbous, dark ringed eyes and craggy hair hanging from their faces they looked more like a crude joke the swamp gases play on you rather than actual sentient creatures.
But those curious things still caught my attention, while not aesthetically pleasing, they were unlike anything i have ever seen before.

In a corner next to a Tavern a Saxleel dressed in an opulent linen shirt and buckled boots laid his arm around the hip of a disgusting stone coloured abomination.
Its red eyes glistened in the torchlight.
The Man whispered words in a language i did not know of at this time. Must have been cyrodiilic. It soundet like a Durzog puking.
The thing giggled, an unnerving sound the smoothskins are fond of making.
Clumsily he put his hand on its chest af if he was searching for something.
My confusion turned into Anger quicker than i had thought.
"Lukiul!" i shouted at him clenching my fist in rage. Mother had told me about them.
Heh, if someone would have told me id be one of those one day, leaving the marsh. But nobody did.
I spat in my Hand and waved it at the couple.
The mixture of trodth filth and spit felt awfull. I was quick to wipe it at the nearest surface." Why are they even doing that?" i thought.
I never truly understood the meaning of this gesture . Now that they are all dead, i will never find out.

they looked at me in mild confusion. the man shook his head.
I must have looked realy silly.

feeling the piercing gaze of the crowd in my back i quickly backed out of the alley.
seeing branches rising in a majestic fashion out of the mist made me think, if ive already used it as an excuse to get in here, i might aswell visit the Hist.
Afterall, it is something any Saxleel should do.
I had not seen a Hist since my naming day.

Quickly i made haste to cross the countless bridges towards the center of the town.
Below me the Dark waters stirred. I could imagine what lurked below.
River Drakes were as good with scavenging as with hunting. they would happily eat whatever, or whoever, was dropped down from the city.

Out of the mist one of the three hist trees emerged in front of me, i halted my march in awe. It was huge, spreading far above the jungle that was surrounding the city.
Platforms, bridges and ropes were neatly spun around it.
I could observe groups of workers carefully extracting large sums of the sap that was leaking down from various pores in large, amber streams.

Following the voices coming from the central platform i ran into a large gathering.
It must have been that hour.
The Archcanon, dressed in a magnificent gown of petals, light and colour stood in front of the parish, leading the choir that the community joined in.
Hands on the large roots overgrowing the platform. It must have been there for as long as this ancient city stood.
nervously i made my way in. Not quite sure how i should act.
I did hear about these ceremonies, but have never taken part in any.
Observing groups of youth relishing in sap, i spotted the milk males, comparing spears enjoying the company of the maidens.
Fuck them too. Fuck every last one of them.

I quickly forgot my hard feelings when a young sarpa maid aproached me.
Standing there slack jawed, wide eyed as she put her arms around me.
Beeing too smitten to realize the leaf patch in her hand it cought me by suprise when she pushed it in my face.
I resisted at first till i felt the sap flowing down my throat. My skin felt hot. I pulled down my belt that held all the belongings i had, the world was radiating.
This was when i heard the humming for the first time after naming day.
The song catched me. In ecstasy i rushed to the roots, ignoring everyone around me, even the beauty that i accepted this gift from.
As i clumsily put my hands on the Hist root i felt like i was beeing blindet by the light of a thousand suns.

Wild swirls invadet my mind. Like a thousand voices chanting. As one.
I ARE ALL WE
It pennetrated my consciousness. Images floodet my mind.
Of Coiled Serpents, an endless void of pure possibility.
A sunrise on an alien sky, i heard my heart beat like a resounding drum.
With a thousand eyes i saw across a forest that stretched from each side of my view to the other, unending.
I knew the names of these places. but i could not pronounce them.
The World was pure love.
Untill the Tall white things came.
They chopped off my arms, my legs. My blood splattered across mountains and valleys in amber streams that glistened in the light of the prehistoric sun.
All these things and more i saw.
But you must pardon me, for neither do i want, nor could i tell more to a smoothskin.

The rain on my back stirred my consciousness, the humming grew silent.
I remembered my name. Kruum. I remembered my arms, my legs.
I awoke slumped over a large root knot. Naked and confused.
Alone. the others must have left. I gathered my belongings, wet.

On my way back to the City i gathered my thoughts as good as i could. It had gone dark. Must have been passed out for quite a while.
The streets were empty safe for a few smoothskins. i mustered them with caution.
A large beardet man was huddled under a rooftop, his eyes were sunken in, his skin pale. I heard him cough. Blood splattered the ground before his feet.
Making sure to stay out of his way i changed the side of the street.
My body was aching, while looking for a tavern i came around more and more smoothskins. they seemd restless, sickly.
Something felt not right about them.

But my condition did not allow further investigation.
I stumbled into a Tavern, asking for a place to rest. I cannot remember anything more from there.
Once that night i stirred up again. realizing i was in a bed. an alien feel.
Way too soft, too dry. But i could not hold open my eyes for long.
I fell into a deep sleep.
Dreaming of coiled serpents and haunting eyes.
This post was last modified: April 7th 2013, 03:15 PM by Sordak
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Well done! Well written ego perspective. Enjoyed the reading, especially as it comes from you, Sordak ;) And you said it would be boring ;)
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awesome story, i do like the theme of your character, an argonian not really one with the 'civilised' world and finding it hard to understand. i did laugh at ' ''Strange" i thought to myself, not realizing i was being screwed over for the first time in my life. '. he is pretty much the bi polar opposite of my character of whom was born and raised in cyrodil and has been heavily influenced as such. i think your character is too quick to anger, i mean the guard only grabbed your shoulder and your character responds by trying to sink your blade into his flesh! XP but i like how your descriptions enforce that this civilised place is strange to him. "looked like a gigantic, frightening spiderweb"

very good story :) i hope you make more


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at least i got the intention too!
But yeah. growing up in the inner swamp makes you react to anything like its a life/Death descision.
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This is brilliant Sordak! The descriptions of the wilds of Black Marsh as well as Stormhold are brilliant. The way the character sees a new society is well written and the outer-body experience was great.


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Huh, felt like a picked up a book in game. There is obviously a lot of lore here lost on me. The beginning part looked like it was wrote with sincerity.

Good job man, I wouldn't change a thing. There is some misspellings, but I could tell it was from a translation standpoint; and it was quite understandable anyways.


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beeing honest here my spelling sucks.
ive did away with a few mistakes over the course of the day but thers still alot more in there.
Especialy with uper and lower case letters as those work very differently in german. (in other words every nomen is written in uppercase letters and a few other things too)
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I was totally immersed for the entirety of the five or seven minutes I spent reading this. Amazing, @Sordak ! <3


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(April 9th 2013, 10:17 AM)Samf Wrote: I was totally immersed for the entirety of the five or seven minutes I spent reading this. Amazing, @Sordak ! <3

thanks for the praise and the bump (i sure as hell need it)
now i feel obligated to write more.

Not that i dont have stuff planned. But im lazy and im already too lazy to finish my ungoing project.
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That was really good, i felt like i was there and part of the story, setting was realistic and characters felt real.
Now i am Exited to read more.
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When's the next story comin out? You really must do more


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i will!
tho i also got my helstrom project going (And not making any progress whatsoever)
But yeah.
Ill get to it!
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The Helstrom project is the dice game your working on, correct? I think that in itself would be a very cool and original thred while bringing a fun new way to RP, and will be great once you get all the details situated.
Just wondering, do you plan to build off this character and his experiences? If so that'd be sweet, hes a very dynamic character and I enjoyed the story


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actually no that ssomething completeley different too.
so yeah i have 3 things to work on. and my studies. heh.

no Helstrom is a world building project that fills in a gap in the lore. nameley the description of Argonias innermost city.
And im going full crazy with it. Naturally none of that is canon. But i will use it as the setting for at least one story of this character.
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(April 16th 2013, 01:28 AM)Sordak Wrote: actually no that ssomething completeley different too.
so yeah i have 3 things to work on. and my studies. heh.

no Helstrom is a world building project that fills in a gap in the lore. nameley the description of Argonias innermost city.
And im going full crazy with it. Naturally none of that is canon. But i will use it as the setting for at least one story of this character.

When you get a chance PM me all the rules. Without context or modifiers I just roll the dice for nothing in your game lol.


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