The Arena

Orientation

By sixshooter500 (formally the mighty lu bu of fanfiction)

I don’t own oblivion, hell I don’t own the computer I’m using to write this.

20 years after the oblivion crisis

Kalin Velothi, An assassin from the Dark Brother Hood and a Dark Elf is faced with the hardest task ever, he is told something that will change the history forever

Chapter One: The begging of things:
I sat waiting for Eno to turn up, he was once the grandmaster of the Morag Tong but the Dark Brother Hood wanted otherwise. I sit on my bed, looking around my house; I am pleased with it as I had it furnished by the best carpenter in all of Ebonheart. It does nicely for an assassin like me.

An Assassins Tale: A great task
Kalin Velothi, An assassin from the Dark Brother Hood and a Dark Elf is faced with the hardest task ever, he is told something that will change the history forever

Chapter One: The begging of things:
I sat waiting for Eno to turn up, he was once the grandmaster of the Morag Tong but the Dark Brother Hood wanted otherwise. I sit on my bed, looking around my house; I am pleased with it as I had it furnished by the best carpenter in all of Ebonheart. It does nicely for an assassin like me.

Chapter 1. Of Mages and Priests

Tharer Rotheloth, Master of the Tribunal Temple in Molag Mar, sat behind his desk and folded his hands in front of him. Staring over the tips of his fingers, he cautiously studied the stranger that stood before him.

"Enlighten me, Altmer. Who are you, and what brings you here?"

Chapter Fifteen: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Lucien Lachance eyed the city of Leyawiin with obvious distaste, his lips slightly pursed and eyes narrowed. The sun was finishing its descent, only the last golden rays remaining to shine out over the mountain peaks. But at least he could see the sun, he thought ruefully- this was his first visit to Leyawiin where the weather had been completely free of rain.

Chapter One: The Old Woman and the Cottage

CHAPTER ONE

The horrifying, ear-piercing screams ran through the night, waking me up from my slumber. Upon hearing these dreadful noises I immediately rushed from my old wooden bed and entered the hallway of the fort. The others had already risen from their own cots and were brandishing their blades while running outside.

Come, Erick! The time is now! Prove your honor and your pride!

This story takes place just nine days after Uriel Septim’s assassination, with a unique twist. I am taking the Main Quest and I am remaking it with my own version. What would have happened if both the main-character and Uriel Septim died in the sewers, along with all of the Blades officers? What would have happened if the Amulet of Kings fell into the hand of an “innocent” but hidden bystander?

The Accounts of Rayden

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

The goblins were rushing in through the barn door, but they had no clue I was sitting up above on a rickety plank, ready to jump down and slay the evil beasts.

With my trusty spear in hand I dove down from above and struck one of the monstrous creatures to the floor. The others shrieked loudly as they charged me, but it was of no use. My skills in battle were envied by all and matched by no one.

Part one: The Beginning of the End

As I knelt behind a small bush, in the darkness of the quiet night, Lady Elante Valamine was locking the door to her expensive luxurious house. I was behind the bush, waiting for my chance to break in once Lady Valamine left. Thankfully her husband, Sir Alaric Valamine, was away on a business trip.

The Valamines were a very wealth pair of Altmers, and thankfully lived in the country, away from the other cities. This would make my job much easier of course.