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A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim
Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (387 Views)
Kane
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Prologue

Khalor awoke to a splitting headache that was not helped by the jostling of whatever wagon he was on. He opened his eyes to find a blonde man staring at him expectantly. Ralof, was his name, as Khalor would come to find out. He began to speak, but Khalor tuned him and the others out, for the rest of the ride. He was trying to remember something....anything. It wasn't long, though, before the wagon came to a halt in a small town, at the base of a tower.

It seemed that he was headed to the execution block, for reasons he didn't even know.

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Entry #1

"You were found on the side of the road, with a bounty notice pinned to your tunic, and that lovely gash on the back of your head", said Ralof.

That would explain why I have no memory, thought Khalor, as he jogged behind him.

"So, what are you anyway? Some kind of thief or bandit? he asked.
"I wish I knew. I can't remember anything before waking up in that damned wagon. All I get are flashes", said Khalor.
"Really? That must have been some blow to the head! We should make for Riverwood. I have family there that can help us lay low, for a while", said Ralof. "And then we can return to Windhelm. Ulfric could use a man like yourself. You seem to be no stranger to combat!"
"No thanks", replied Khalor. "The only thing I care about right now is finding a way to recover my memories. All I know so far, is that I'm a wood elf. I don't even know where I pulled the name 'Khalor' from. It was just the first thing that crept into my mind."
"Alright, then", sighed Ralof. "It's probably best if we split up. Good luck. I wouldn't have made it without your help today."

Khalor trudged on ahead, leaving Ralof to find his own way. As he continued on down the road, he came to split and took the west road toward a town called Falkreath.

To hell if I go anywhere near Riverwood, he thought inwardly.

Seeing smoke rise above the trees, he veered off the road, and up a small dirt path. Hearing voices, Khalor crouched down and strained his ears. Brigands, it sounded like....

He quickly dispatched all three with the bow he found in the keep. He definitely had some kind of affinity with a bow and utilizing stealth. Khalor pondered on that, while he went through the camp looking for valuables. He stopped halfway through, wondering why he was raiding all this junk. Deeply troubled, he got back on the road toward Falkreath. The rest of his trip was uneventful, and as he walked into Falkreath, he made his way right to the inn for a drink.

With the meager amount of gold he raided from the bandit camp, he bought himself dinner and a mead.

"Where can I find a healer?", he asked the inkeeper. "I was attacked and hit over the head, and now I have no memories from before this morning."
"Oh my, that's awful", said Valga. "Your best bet would be the College of Winterhold. But that's a long and dangerous journey. Especially if you have no idea where to go or what to expect."

Troubled by that, and the fact that he spent all his gold on food, Khalor left the inn to wander the town. After selling some weapons and armors he took from the bandits, he ventured into the Jarl's hall to pay his respects. He was greeted by a beautiful elf named Nenya, and told he may approach the Jarl. On the way back out he pulled her aside.

"I'd like to buy you a drink, miss", said Khalor boldly. "I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and yours is about as fair as I have ever seen!"
Nenya blushed, and with the smallest hint of a smile replied, "We'll see."
"You can find me at the inn, miss. I have a room rented, while I'm in town."

As he exited the longhouse, he wandered where that charm had suddenly sprung up from.

I'm going to have no shortage of these questions, he surmised.

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Well done Kane! I do believe I see "trouble" in Khalor's future. Having visions of many stiletto heals tromping after him down the road and voices crying, "You said I was the only one!" :evil:
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Kane, I love a mystery right from the get-go! That was very good! :D

And yeah, what Bram said too, LOL.
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Yikes, memory loss. I think Khalor’s instincts will lead him into some interesting situations. I’m intrigued!
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Kane
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I'm looking forward to his story unfolding. :) It'll be interesting, trying to track down who he is/was.
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Hoo boy - paranoia, schizophrenia, amnesia, charm. What a way to start life in Skyrim! Very well written, sucked me right in!
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very well written, I love a good mystery.
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Oh this is going to be good! :clap:
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Entry #2


Khalor walked in the door of the Dead Man's Drink and made right for the bar. Sliding up on a stool, he asked Valga some more questions about this college she had mentioned, and what made the journey dangerous.


"Mostly, its the terrain, " she said with a grimace. "The northern fringes of Skyrim are cold and treacherous. The gales that come in off the Sea of Ghosts breed near constant snowfall, and the cold bites right to the bone. You need to learn how to survive the cold, before you can even think of setting out into it."

"Well, that certainly isn't ideal," said Khalor. "Do I have any other options?"

"Hmmm...you could try Solitude. And if there's no help to be found there, you could at least take a carriage to Winterhold, rather than make the trek on foot."

She marked down Solitude on Khalor's map and have him some brief directions on how to get there.
This looks like an easy enough journey, he thought.


"Ok, on to the more important matter, Valga.... what is the finest bottle of spirits that you have?'' asked Khalor. "I am hoping that a fair maiden will meet me for a drink tonight, and no offense, but this Nord mead is pigswill."

"You can never go wrong with Argonian Bloodwine," said Valga, as she pulled the blue bottle out from under the bar. "If you have the Septims for it that is. Good luck."


As she went to help out another patron, Khalor got up and found a nice chair in the corner to sit at. It was the first time since Heglen that he was able to sit and think in silence. He began racking his brain, trying to remember anything from before he woke up in that cart. But, there was nothing. All he had is his wits and instincts. It would have to be enough.

The hours passed and he had almost given it up and gone to bed, when the door opened and in stepped Nenya. As beautiful as the day is long, he remarked to himself. She spotted him in the corner and came to sit in the chair next to him. Khalor found that he was not nervous at all and the two elves made conversation easily. When it came around to who he was and why he was there, Nenya also seemed genuinely concerned for him.


"You remember nothing from before today?"

"Not a thing," said Khalor. "I have no idea who I am, or what I was. The only thing that stands out to me is this odd marking on my wrist. It almost seems like a brand..."


He showed her the mark in question. It had a reddish hue to it, and appeared to be some kind of ambigram with
the letters 'M' and 'W' overlapping. Nenya grabbed his wrist to study it...


Her face paled. "You need to leave. Now."

"I.....what?" said a dumbstruck Khalor.

"Leave. Before I call the guards. I won't warn you again."


Confused, Khalor grabbed his meager belongings and left the inn. As he walked out the door, he ran right into a guard, lost his balance, and almost fell over the railing.


"Whoa, elf!" said the guard, and as he grabbed Khalor to steady him, he saw the mark on his wrist. "By the Nine! You are coming with me brigand. We have a special place in the dungeons for your kind."


Khalor's mind began racing in the confusion, and without haste, he pulled out his dagger and plunged it right into the guards gut. The guard fell to the floor without a sound, and aghast at what he had just done, Khalor took off into the night. He ran as fast as he could, and when he heard the other guards shouting, he spurred himself on even more.

But, he could here them gaining. Spotting a small copse just off the road, he darted into it and buried himself in the loam.

He laid there, for what felt like hours, straining his ears and listening for nearby commotion. After a period of silence, he relaxed, and fell into an uneasy sleep. He awoke in the morning to the realization that he was completely lost. He made his way back to the road and headed east, away from Falkreath, and everything that happened there. He looked at the dried blood on his hand and the strange mark, and wondered for what seemed like the thousandth time, who the hell he was.

Khalor felt nothing but remorse for what happened, and he wasn't even sure why it happened. His instincts had just taken over, but where did THAT particular brand of instincts even come from? As he walked, he reflected on what he knew, and decided that he would still try and make the journey to Winterhold, risk be damned. The sun set quickly as he marched on, and soon he was walking down a mountain path in the moonlit snow.

Stumbling through the darkness that opened up as he came down the mountain, a sliver of moonlight allowed him to glimpse a structure, just off the road. He made his way into it and crashed into the bed, exhausted.
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Oboy - rude awakening, but still no info! Poor guy! Very well written, I could see and feel the whole thing!
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Excellent Kane! Khalor is in for very interesting times. Mystery mark that elicits reactions of fear and despise! Poor guy just can't win for losing! :book: Looking forward to reading the next chapter!
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:clap: and the mystery thickens!
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Yikes, Khalor might wish he could forget again once he learns more about his past. Intriguing!
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Thanks, folks! His story will definitely have some up's and down's, but the game will dictate how long it is until he puts the pieces together.
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Wow, I love mysteries, and this keeps getting better. :D
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Woooo ... I'm lovin this mystery! And it's getting him into loads of trouble!
Edited by FreeWitch, Jul 5 2016, 09:15 AM.
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Entry #3


After a fitful night of rest, Khalor awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing. He roused himself from his borrowed bed and took stock of his surroundings. It seemed that had stumbled into a small shack that, by the look of things, was home to an alchemist of some sort. There were various ingredients lying around, and even a strange jar with a bug hovering inside of it.

Feeling the need to stretch his legs, he got up off the bed and walked out into the back garden. It was a small enclosure with a few uncommon plants and a brewing station. The location was absolutely perfect, situated in the woods just off the roads, right in the shadow of the great mountain. The woods were brimming with wildlife and the flora was the lushest that Khalor had seen in this cold, hard land. This could be home, he thought to himself.

Heading back inside, he found a journal on the night stand. It was covered in dust and it's contents indicated that the shack's owner had left for ingredients some time ago, and not returned.

Well, it looks like this IS my new home, thought Khalor.


After resting for a few days, Khalor ventured down the road to see what he could make of the surrounding area. He noted an Imperial outpost, just off the road, down in the woods, and soon found himself in Ivarstead.


"What a quaint, little town", said Khalor, to nobody in particular.


Spotting the local inn, he made his way inside to see what this town was about. Khalor ordered an ale and asked the barkeep about some of the towns history. It seemed that it was just a small village for folk to rest at, before they head up the mountain.


"Riften would be your best bet, if your looking to trade or find carriage travel", said Wilhelm. "Cross the southern bridge and stay on the east road. You'll be following the lake's shoreline all the way to Riften. Be careful in that city, though. It's rife with corruption and thieves."


After Khalor finished his ale, he decided to head back to his cabin. Along the way he managed to bring down a deer to bolster his food supplies with. I'll have to dry out this venison, so that I can fit it in my pack, thought Khalor


A couple days later, he set off down the eastern road, bound for Riften. The sun was shining warmly as the morning mist began to dissipate. He couldn't help but admire the beauty of the Rift as he walked, and basked in it's beauty. The autumn season was truly a sight to behold, with the beautifully colored leaves still in the tress and strewn across the ground.

There did seem to be a lot of bears in the area, but Khalor knew that if he left them alone, they would leave him alone. It was a notion that didn't last very long, though. After a few hours march, a bear suddenly burst out of the undergrowth and charged at him. Under normal circumstances, Khalor would have stood his ground, but the noise from the encounter caught the ear of a nearby troll who decided to join in the fray.

This prompted Khalor to high tail it out of there, and when he came to a fork in the road, he saw the lake on his left and followed the road along side it. He seemed to have outran his fur clad foes, and as he slowed to a normal pace, he found a camp on the side of the road. Checking to see if anyone was around, he found a note on top of a barrel.

"Go to the island near the edge of the lake.
Look for where a great tree once stood.
That is where I buried it."


Pocketing the note, Khalor headed down to the shoreline. He spotted the treasure hunters just up the shore a ways, fighting each other over the contents of a chest. Deciding to not get involved, he headed back up to the road and continued on.

The sun was setting as Khalor came across a bridge, with another camp of some sort on the other side. There was a man sitting in the shadows on the road, that Khalor hadn't seen. When he spoke, Khalor nearly jumped out of his skin.


"Are they gone?" said the man. "Please help. I can pay you. Bandits attacked and ransacked my cart.... Can you help me?"....
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Smart guy, that Khalor, but....uh oh!! :D
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Very nice, Kane! But yeah, uh oh....
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:book: I wonder what's going to happen....HEY! Where's my next chapter there's nothing, but a blank page!!! Very well done Kane!
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