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Wynbjorn

I've never shared my writing really, and when I've done, noone has ever taken notice. This is a background story I wrote for my Khajit Nightblade in ESO a year or more ago. Feeling brave enough to share it atm :)

 

 

Jehvaro grew up on the beaches of Kunarthi's Roost in a family of hunters. Even as a young cub he would hunt mud-crabs with his 2 older brothers; Kehljan and Rujhani. As the cubs grew up to men, the political situation in Elsweyr became threatening. The Dominion wanted to recruit and at the same time the Veiled Heretence, a racist faction of altmer began to grasp for power. Fearing for their future, Jehvaro's family of hunters packed up and left Elsweyr.

 

They fled to Valenwood, hoping for good hunting grounds and good trade with the Bosmer. Alas, trouble was brewing in Valenwood as well, and they were not as warmly welcomed with their trade, rivaling many Bosmer. Not knowing where to go, the Family made their way through northern Valenwood into Cyrodiil in hopes that perhaps their fine made leather armors would fetch a nice price in the frontiers.

 

For a while everything went well in Cyrodiil. They stayed out of the war them selves, but made good trading with the Dominion, until one day when a Dominion Liutenant by the name of Sagevine noticed the young mens aptitude with their bows. Sagevine wanted to recruit the young Khajiits to fight in the war as frontline scouts. At first the three brothers declined, saying they need to help their mother and father out for the good of the family. A few weeks passed by, and the brothers couldn't help discussing the adventures they could have together, were they to join the Dominion forces as scouts.

 

"Scouts take few orders I've been told" - Ruhjani said during an evening hunt.

"There would be plenty of time for us to look for old ruins, maybe find some Aylid artifacts for mother and father to sell!" - he continued.

 

"Not to mention the special training we would recieve, what was it Sagevine called it? Night Blade expertise?" - Kehljan chimed in with a glint in his eye.

 

Jehvaro looked anxiously at his older brothers and said;

"Are you forgetting that there's a war going on? We would have to kill PEOPLE. Not to mention risking our own lives, and for what? The Altmers that more or less drove us from our own home?"

 

Both of his older brothers frowned at the idea, but Ruhjani continued gleefully;

"You know that women like warriors right?"

"Not to mention riches!" - Kehljan said laughing.

 

Not being able to resist the brotherly banter they had shared all of their lives, Jehvaro smiled widely and joined in;

"Well, I know you've always trusted your brawns for your chances with the women Ruhjani, and Kehljan, I doubt you would even manage to lure a woman to your side had you the finest of diamonds, not with that face of yours! Haha! But as you know brothers, my charm has yet to fail!"

 

And the three brothers laughed all the way home from the evening hunt. As they aproached their home, they saw lieutenant Sagevine discussing something with their parents, and as they got closer they could hear the end of a proposition

"...and with this offer, you would no longer need to rely on the hunting of your three sons" they heard Sagevine say as they approached their makeshift home.

"And here they are now, you can't look at them without seeing the potential they would have within the Dominion!" - Sagevine proclaimed.

 

"They are grown men now, they make their own decisions. It is them you need to convince, not this one." Mother said to Sagevine.

 

 

Sagevine told the brothers that he had convinced the Dominion to pay a weekly fee to their family while the brothers were away on missions, so that they would not ahve to rely on their hunting during that time. This was enough to sway Jehvaro's brothers who both could not withhold their excitement to begin a new chapter in their lives. But they did not want to do so without their youngest brother.

 

Sagevine gave them two days to make up their mind and for two days Jehvaro's brothers bombarded him with arguments to win him over, and finally they did.

 

"...we don't have to do this forever, but it will be agreat experience for us all, not to mention the extra income."

 

"Think of mother and Father, they are soon too old to hunt, we can earn enough during our time as Night Blades to secure their older years" his brothers said convincingly. And so, the three brothers said their farwells to their loving parents and went to become Night Blades for the Dominion.

 

Two years passed. During this time, things had changed a bit in the War for Cyrodiil. The Aldmeri Dominion that had once been winning the war was now pressed back far into their own territory, and their numbers waining. The Night Blades could not afford to keep the brothers together in the same company, but had been forced to spread their expertise over the frontlines. So for six months, Jehvaro had not heard anything from or about his brothers as he returned to his closest outpost to hand in his latest scouting report.

 

But, as he got closer to the outpost he could see smoke rising from within the courtyard, and as he got even closer, he could clearly see the broken down front gate and a cold shiver went through his tail to the tip of his ears.

 

"No! not now!" - Jehvaro fearfully whispered to himself" For today he was to finally see his whole family together again after two long years. Jehvaro and his Brothers had planed to meet up this very day as for once they would have some leave from the frontlines, to go visit their parents.

As Jehvaro stepped into the courtyard all hope plummeted. There were corpses of is fellow soldiers everywhere. Some with gaping slashes, other with skin falling of the bones from sever burns.

 

"Maybe I'm the first to get here, maybe my borthers have not yet arrived!" Jehvaro thought to himself desperately. But just as the tought had come to him, like early morning dew, it faded as he saw Ruhjani's body hanging limp against a wallpost with a greatsword pinned straight through him.

 

"Brother!" Jehvaro screamed with anguish as he rushed to his brothers side. Still, some tiny bit of hope said "Maybe I can save him yet". But as he reached his brothers side, that tiny voice dispersed like moths during dusk.

 

His brother was dead. At his brothers feet lay a massive orc in full plate. Between his shoulder plates and helmet, two Kahjiit hilts protruded. Jehavro recognized the handywork of his brother, whom early in his life took a fancy to blacksmithing rather than the leatherworking that the rest of his family excelled at.

 

"At least you took the bastard with you brother" Jehvaro solemnly whispered to his brother as he drew out the greatsword from his brother's body.

 

Then there was a sound. A sound of ironclad foodsteps. Through the keep doors, or rather where they would have been had they not been smashed to bits, three rowdy orcs casually walked through.

 

"Hah, they always leave too soon those Covenant loyalists. Always miss some of the spoils they do!" The largest of the three orcs were thundering with his deep, almost guttural voice.

 

"And this time they will miss out on that nice fur as well, haha!" A smaller orc with half his face singed by fire said.

 

"Remember, I want the tail, I need a new belt!" The orc carrying something over his shoulder said.

 

Jehvaro quickly hid behind some barrels, watching closly from the shadows as he had been tought by Sagevine. On closer inspection he could see that the Orc carrying something over his shoulder was actually carrying a Kahjiit. "The bastards!" he hissed to himself as he knocked an arrow to his bowstring. As the orcs stopped in the center of the courtyard they dropped the Kahjiit to the ground, hard.

 

The Kahjiit growned audibly and slightly lifted his head, and in that split second, fury burned within Jehvaro's soul as he saw it was Kehljan. His first arrow flew silently through the air and hit the orc that had been carrying his borther straight through his throat, and with a loud panicked gurgle he fell to his knees, grasping the shaft of the arrow that now pierced him. The huge orc, acted much quicker than a creature of his size should have. He drew his mace and shield in the blink of an eye and charged Jehvaro with his shield raised. Everything slowed down it seemed to Jehvaro. Behind the towering orc he could see his brother trying to get to his knees while blood spurted over him from the pierced orc. At the same time the smaller orc started to raise a staff while chanting some incantation. Then suddenly, a sharp pain to the side of the head, and a ringing so loud, Jehavro thought his ears would explode. Then the smell of dust as his head bounced of the ground. And the last thing he thought he was ever going to see, was a grotesque Orc with a huge mace, raised high, ready to bring down and end his life.

 

As Jehvaro blinked to the dim lights in a room somewhere, all he could smell was blood. Suprised to be blinking at all, he tried to sit up, but as he did the world began spinning around him and he heard a mans voice say "Easy there cat, not just yet" and then everything was dark and calm again. The next time Jehvaro woke up, it was to a soft murmuring voice, slightly echoing on the stone walls that surrounded his vision. As he stirred and tried to sit up, the murmuring stopped and was replaced by heavy footsteps.

 

"Careful now cat, you might have healed some, but take it easy" The same male voice spoke that he had heard before. The steps were coming closer, straight from behind, and Jehvaro could not turn to look as his neck was stiff like rope, already twinned to the point of snapping. A large and callouse hand gripped his shoulder and gently helped him sit up straight.

 

"There you go cat, here have some of this, it will help you wake up" The man said as he walked into Jehvaros slightly blurred vision.

 

The man was built as if he was chissled out of a cliffside. Each angle in his face was sharp, but his eyes showed caring and compassion, as well as suffering. Long braids were in his blond hair and beard, and a deep, still fresh scar ran across his left brow down over his nose and to his strong jawline. "A Nord. Out of the hot sand, into the crocodiles maw then" Jehvaro thought to himself as he grabbed the horn filled with a liquid that smelled of hops and wheat handed to him by the Nord. He sniffed it suspiciously and the Nord noticed. "It's not Poisioned. I don't kill in that cowardly way" he said in almost an offended tone. Jehvaro took a sip from the horn and as the smooth liquid touched his tounge it curled with pleasure. There was moonsugar in the drink. Jehvaro had never tried skooma, his parents had warned him of it's dangerous properties to his kind. And even though they had never described the taste ot sensation, he instantly knew, that that was what was in this drink. As if compelled by the moons themselves, Jehvaro drank. In one long downing, he emptied the horn of its sweet liquid, and his pupils dialated widely. Immidiately he felt bettter. More than better, he felt stronger, even faster although he was sitting perfectly still. The pain in his head and neck dissapeared almost instantly. "Haha, I figured a pinch of moonsugar in the mead would be good for you!" the large Nord laughed. "But still, don't rush of for vengance just yet. You need another days or so to properly heal."

 

"My..my brother?" Jehvaro's voice trembled.

"He's in Sovengard now, if that is where your kind goes as well. I am sorry"

For a man looking so hard on the surface, the Nord's eyes showed great empathy.

"The same Conclave bastards attacked my scouting band, last night not far from here. I tracked them here. The orc with an arrow through his neck, was that your doing? Good shot that." The Nord was holding Jehvaro's bow, inspecting its craftmanship as he asked; "Is this yours? Where did you get such a fine bow?"

"I made it" Jehvaro replied with a mixed feeling of pride and loss, as he remembered well when he and his brothers had set out to find the wood for his bow.

"I know that we are suposed to be enemies, and to be honest, I don't know why I saved you."

"This one does not know why either..this one should be with his brothers" The sorrow shone in Jehvaro's tearfilled opal eyes.

"Perhaps" the Nord replied, but in his eyes there were no longer compashion, but an iron will. "But not now, not yet! Not until those pillagers are dead! We can track them and take our vengance together, for they have a dept of blood to me as well cat."

"So, allies until then? Is that what you are suggesting? This one approves."

The tall Nord handed the finely carved Khajiit bow over to Jehvaro. "My name is Hargald" "This one is Jehvaro, and very thankfull for the chance of vengance you have given him"

 

As he took the bow from Hargald's hand something passed between them. Enemies by war, but brothers in loss, they would avenge their blood. They stayed at the pillaged outpost for another couple of days to gain health and vigor as well as stocking up on what ever supplies that they could find left in the outpost and the surrounding farms. They then began their tracking of the Covenant orcs.

 

For some reason, Jehvaro has never gone into details of this hunt, perhaps he felt it was too close to his heart to share with anyone. What we know, is that he and Hargald avenged their blood, as they had silently sworn. After that, the two scouts went their separate ways, for some time at least. Hargald returned to Skyrim, leaving the war in Cyrodiil to bury his brothers at his homestead. Jehvaro reported to his Dominion captain on what had happened at the outpost and that he, alone, had tracked down the Covenant pillagers. Not wanting to give his Captain any reason to suspect some form of treason. He then went to his former home to deliver the dark tidings of his brothers passing. The news was recieved as you can expect. Tears for the lost sons but joy for the one still alive. He told his parents about Hargald, and how he had shown him respect based on his prowes and not judged him because of his fur and tail as most Altmer did. The family agreed to make their way to Skyrim, hoping they could start over there, and get away from the judgemental Altmer.

 

And as you know, they made it here.

- Varda Lorekeeper. Skald of Skyrim.

Elloa
  • Aug 1, 2016, 1:02:34 AM
Elloa

This was really pleasant to read! Good job!

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 1:04:48 AM
Wynbjorn

Thank you Elloa :) I'm looking through my library of all things written and I'm feeling the urge to write again. I'll keep posting some tidbits here and there.

I used to dream working as a concept writer for a gaming company, but I never did dare to send anything in for review, too afraid to recieve negative feedback, or even worse, one at all :P

  • Aug 1, 2016, 1:14:17 AM
TamrielDrifter

I enjoyed the story, thank you for sharing.

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 1:16:38 AM
Wynbjorn

That makes me happy, thank you for reading and commenting :)

Alucardo
  • Aug 1, 2016, 9:22:59 AM
Alucardo

I'm really sorry, but I had to stop reading after you mentioned the brothers names, one of them being "Rujhani". The suffix "ahni", as lore dictates, is actually a feminine Khajiit name, so unfortunately this broke my immersion. Any chance you could rename that one, or make him an older sister?

Elloa
  • Aug 1, 2016, 10:14:50 AM
Elloa

You are trolling, right @Alucardo? :P

Alucardo
  • Aug 1, 2016, 10:19:26 AM
Alucardo

Me? Never! Well, maybe a little. My immersion is in tact, but I am serious about the suffix of the name - it really is feminine.

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 12:34:28 PM
Wynbjorn

@Alucardo I had no idea, I just made the names up from scratch, not the deep into the Lore tbh :)

Daraugh
  • Aug 1, 2016, 8:38:27 PM
Daraugh

Thanks for sharing your tale, I enjoyed reading it! I really wanted to know how it turned out in the end once I got half way through, always a mark of a good story.

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 8:49:23 PM
Wynbjorn

That means a lot to me @Daraugh, thank you :)

Smashemgood
  • Aug 1, 2016, 10:25:58 PM
Smashemgood

Very well done and thanks for sharing. Way more detailed and more thought out than anything I've come up w/. Makes me wish I could get my stories 1/2 as good as this one. The only thing, and its minor, is there are some grammatical errors and misspellings. However, if that's my only nitpick then I'd say your doing very well. Please continue to write and I hope you continue to share.

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 10:55:29 PM
Wynbjorn

Yeah English isn't my native language and I've not run it through any spellcheck :P Thanks for the warm compliments, it makes an old man feel good :)

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 1, 2016, 10:56:23 PM
Wynbjorn

Forgot to tag @Smashemgood :)

Alucardo
  • Aug 2, 2016, 9:20:37 AM
Alucardo

@Smashemgood I'm pretty nitpicky with grammar also, so I had to point out that it's "you're doing very well", not "your doing very well".

Alucardo
  • Aug 2, 2016, 9:22:54 AM
Alucardo

@Wynbjorn for someone whose native language isn't English, you're better at it than I am xD

Kitiandra
  • Aug 2, 2016, 10:22:13 AM
Kitiandra

Nice read ^^ Thanks for sharing!

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 2, 2016, 10:23:06 AM
Wynbjorn

@Kitiandra Good enough for the morning coffee perhaps :P Thanks for reading! :)

Elloa
  • Aug 2, 2016, 12:02:46 PM
Elloa

Guys, if you start pointing out each others grammar, you will look like frenchies!! :p Do you really want that??? :)

Daraugh
  • Aug 2, 2016, 9:08:00 PM
Daraugh

Oh grammar, thou art a heartless...well, y'know. I still bite my tongue over grammar! Now I simply bask in the glow of proper grammar whenever I'm lucky enough to come across it. It's like a warm hug for my brain :)

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 3, 2016, 12:55:06 AM
Wynbjorn

Some of the grammar faults are obvious mistakes, but some times I start writing almost in prose, and that can seem like gramatical error, but it's a grey area, like with poetry or lyric.

 

I never thought of showing this to anyone, hence no proofreading or anything like that :P

Daraugh
  • Aug 3, 2016, 1:02:37 AM
Daraugh

Oh @Wynbjorn I didn't mean you personally, I'm sorry it came across like that! I was just commenting on all the grammar conversation going on within the comments. :) With English being a second (or third?) language, you've done a great job! I've had French and Spanish and sing in Italian and German for opera, but I would never be able to write a proper story in any language but English.

Elloa
  • Aug 3, 2016, 1:06:21 AM
Elloa

@Daraugh Ooh you sing for Opera? You will have to show us that now! Yep! You have said too much! ;)

Wynbjorn
  • Aug 3, 2016, 1:07:28 AM
Wynbjorn

I agree, I sing some blues, but I've always wanted to try opera :D

Daraugh
  • Aug 3, 2016, 2:35:51 PM
Daraugh

Oh dear.... I'll see if I can find some clips from a workshop I did in college.... :)

Smashemgood
  • Aug 3, 2016, 11:43:39 PM
Smashemgood

LOL @Alucardo - doh!