User blog:High King Dragonborn/Blog Stories I: The Wayward Traveler

Welcome to my little Blog Series I'm starting!

Wait, don't leave the page yet!

Okay, great, you're still here... I think.

Oh well. Anyway, this is a little idea I got from Psychomantis108's blog post: http://tes-sandbox.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Psychomantis108/Story:_Myths_of_Mundus:_Dark_Pilgrimage_-_Chapter_1:_Orsimer_Charge

So in this thread, what I'm gonna do, is make a little mini story every week (or whenever I have a lot of days off), and get some feedback from you, the reader. At the end of each story, there's going to be a decision you, the reader, need to decide for the story to continue. For example, say we have a Breton Traveler on his way to Solitude who runs into a Nord Mercenary on his way to Riften. They have a fight (Much to the Breton's dismay), and one of them ends up dying. You vote either A, the Breton, or B, the Nord, on who lives and who dies. If A wins, then the story will continue on with the Breton until he is killed. When that happens, the story will shift over to said assassin of the Breton. If option B won, the same thing would happen to the Breton, and the story would shift over to the Nord, until he was killed. So on and so forth.

Well, I believe that's all you need to know for now. Feel free to bring your friends along and join in on the decisions!

Weylin coughed onto his sleeve. He took a drink of water from his leather skin, then sighed in gratitude and placed the cap on again. ( SKIP THESE PARAGRAPHS IF YOU DON'T WANT THE BACKSTORY. I WILL GIVE NOTIFICATIONS ON EVERY BLOG/STORY I WRITE IN THIS SERIES, FROM WHERE TO START SKIPPING TO WHERE TO STOP SKIPPING )

Weylin was a Breton, a Traveler seeking to see all of Tamriel, Skyrim mainly and learn much from varying cultures, religions, and basic ways of life. At age 40, he was already wiser than any of the elders he grew up around. He'd been to the Mages Guild in Cyrodiil, and learned every specific category of spellcasting, from Alteration to Illusion, Destruction to Restoration, et cetera. However, once he learned all there was to learn, see all there was to see, and do all there was to do, he left in search of another place of wisdom and knowledge.

Which he found a bit of in the College of Winterhold. Albeit he knew everything the teachers taught, he still attended classes and studied, not so much the magic, but the way the Snowy Province altered their learning sessions and discussed things. In a few months, he had left there as well.

At this point he was already 34 and still capable of knowing more. So he went to Solstheim, and had met the Dragonborn, which was a Legendary feat to many commonfolk and would be a full life on it's own. However, the Nord Hero grew to somewhat appreciate the Traveler and allowed Weylin to join him in the battles he faced on the Island in Morrowind. After defeating Miraak, the Dragonborn left, where the two parted ways. The Breton wise man had stayed a bit longer with the Daedric Prince of Knowledge, and learned much more than he ever imagined. However, there was a toll. Weylin could come and go as he pleased, if he kept a Black Book on him (which the Breton did), and he preached the teachings and wisdom of Hermaeus Mora. The Breton agreed, and had stayed for quite some time, staying and learning, both day and night. To Weylin it was a few months; to Nirn, it was four years.

When Weylin left, he was obviously 38, but felt 35 at the latest. So he began to preach, and wander, doing as he promised, and returning at certain points to learn more and more. ( STOP SKIPPING )

However at this point, he was on his long way to the Reach, which was literally on the other side of the province. Weylin sighed, checking his pockets for any gold.

None. He sighed, placing the knapsack back beside his waist, and continuing on the rather long trek.

However, when he just left the Rift, a Nordic man approached him.

"Hey Manmeri! I'm talking to you!" He approached Weylin. "Where's the-"

"I don't have any gold."

The man paused, a bitter tone in his voice now. "That isn-"

"I told you, I don't have any gold, now leave me alone!" He pressed his free arm on the Nord's Chestpiece, using a Sparks spell to shock him and launch him back, hopefully paralyzing him.

The former two worked. His chest flew in the air, his limbs doing nothing to slow him down. The Nord skidded a few yards away from the road, groaning as he stood up. He unsheathed his greatsword.

"A mage. I hate mages! Hrragh!" He charged at the fleeing Weylin, who constantly looked behind to see the angered Nord charging with his mighty Steel Greatsword, ready to impale him in a moment's notice. Weylin stopped, firing multiple lightning bolts at the mighty Warrior.

Unfortunately, the Blade he held was more than capable of taking a beating, as well as giving one, for the Nord sliced the bolts every time, absorbing the magic and somehow... enchanting the blade to spark bits of lightning all around it now. The mighty man stopped to admire the newfound power in his blade, smirking then continuing on.

However it was not on his feet, for Weylin had placed a Lightning Rune right where the Nord stepped. So, he was sent flying, launched forward and without his blade in his hands. Luckily he wore a helmet, or the impact would have surely broken his neck.

The Nord slid on his back, moving his legs with remarkable speed and tripping Weylin. He fell hard on his hands, causing the skin to tear and blood to flow. In the time it took the Breton to Stand, the Nord was merely a few feet away, equipped with his Steel Greatsword and an Imperial Shield.

As it was not previously mentioned, the Nord was obviously a supporter of the Empire. He had a Solitude Guard's Cuirass, Steel Imperial Gauntlets, Steel Shin Boots, an Imperial Shield, an Imperial Bow and Steel Arrows, plus an Imperial Helmet (Closed). Obviously his other weapon was his Steel Greatsword, which he brandished with one firm arm and hand. He raised it to the sky.

"By Shor's Bones, By Ysmir's Beard, and by Talos' might, aid me in this battle!" He charged with his greatsword at Weylin.

Who was well prepared. He had placed lightning runes all around him, and had set up Wards all around him, as a force field against any magic the Nord might pull out. The Breton Traveler began to shake with anger. His fists were balled up, his knuckles white to the bone. Weylin's hood on his dirt covered robe still covered his vision. His whole body began to spark with electricity waiting to get out.

The Nord at this point had already reached the lightning runes, but seemed to be unaffected. Maybe it was his speed, or that he had brute strength... or maybe it were the Aedra he prayed to, protecting him with a powerful rune as well.

But it didn't matter, for when he reached the runes, Weylin unleashed a wall of electricity at the Nord, who stopped, and was almost launched back and killed.

However his swift change of position of where his boots were caused him to lean forward into the attack, shielded by his Imperial Shield. He even began to walk forward, decreasing the distance between them. However the movement was a slow process. Each time he moved, Weylin added on another layer of power and electricity to his barrage of power. At this point, the wood on the shield was burnt pitch black, bits of ash dropping from it at random intervals.

At this point, The Nord realized this, and knew he couldn't hold out forever. So, he pulled from a sheath on his back a small, round Solitude Guard's shield. When his Imperial Shield broke, he threw the thing like you would a frisbee (For more info, see: Captain America xD).

It sliced through Weylin's wall, hitting him square in his torso, and causing him to fall flat on his back.

At this point, Weylin was exhausted. As was the Nord. Albeit the Nord was stronger and more physically fit, or Weylin was too slow, because when the Breton managed to even sit up to his elbows, with aid of a staff he carried as a walking stick, which he had enchanted with power in case of emergencies, the Nord was almost on top of him, and his blade was coming down in a massive arc.

Weylin managed to block it just in time with his staff, as the blade came down, slicing through air and leaving a notch in the staff. The Nord began pushing down with all of his might, and Weylin pushed upward with all of his.

However, as previously stated, either Weylin exerted more energy and had less in stock, or the Nord was more physically fit and powerful, because slowly but surely, Weylin's scrawny and shaky arms began a rocky, slow, and painful, downfall.

Which ended with the staff breaking in half. It had been worn down, and the power of brute force outweighed Weylin's power of the arcane. For some reason, The Nord had stopped when the staff broke, and raised the blade high in the air. Faint glimmers of power still sparked in the blade.

The Nord Warrior meant to decapitate Weylin.

Okay, so that was the first story! As stated before, you're going to put either option A lives or option B lives for another chapter!

Does Weylin die?

(A) Weylin survives by luck.

(B) Weylin dies via execution.

Put your vote in the comments below!