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[ARCHIVED] The Elder Scrolls: Sanguine Prophecy (Ravnos & Cute Dragon)

Ravnos

Super-Earth
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"Each event is preceded by Prophecy. But without the heroes, there is no Event. In the waning years of the Third Era of Tamriel, travelers from a distant realm were sent to our world, without explanation, to Nirn, ignorant of the role they would play in our history..."
- Zurin Arctus | The Underking

Cool, comfortable darkness and a distant calming yet ominous music filled the dreams of the two siblings. A low whisper broke the serenity of the experience, a rush of sound that started as a quite rustle and grew into a heavy gusting. The wind whipped off the skin and with it an ashen smell filled their nostrils. A dark burning, more than just smoke, something rotten existed inside the dust, something cancerous and corrupted.

The darkness faded, replaced by a billowing crimson fog. The voluminous blanket dispersed into an alien landscape. The twins floated unaware of anything around them other than the red ash covered barren scene. Rocky hills with dried up and dangerous looking vegetation drifted by. A depressing view of a place that had been wracked by some devastating apocalyptic event. Though the visuals were harrowing, sleepy peace still flooded their heads.

Then spoke the voice of a goddess. A woman saddened by the message she must pass on, though still hopeful that it will bring the youth some understanding. "You have been abducted through your dreams by an unknown assailant. Taken into our plane for some unknown purpose. I have done what I can to keep you safe, but the fiend who stole you is thwarting my abilities. I have placed you in custody of the Imperial Navy, a prisoner to be brought to the east into the land of Morrowind. The Dunmer are unwelcoming to outsiders, but fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen."

A flash of lightning interrupted the celestial voice and the scene before them faded from their view of the red ashen mountain. The world began to rock as if they laid in a cradle that meant to ease them from the bad omens they had just endured. A rushing sound, like waves, filled their ears and the creaking of wood finally broke them from their stupor.

The smell of brine and old pine filled their noses, along with an odor of leather and dusty fur. The twins awakened with little on them. Josh only in a loin cloth that barely acted to cover his modesty. Though the chill of being practically nude was some help to conceal what could have been hanging below. His sister, Emma laid beside of him, eyes blinked as groggy as her brother was. Her attire was only slightly less revealing. She was also in a loin cloth with no other under garment to cover her bottom but the two lose pieces of fabric that clung to her hips by a loose strip of leather. She could feel herself exposed to the air. Her breasts were also covered by a similar garment that was wrapped just under their armpits with a single piece of fabric long enough to cover her nipples. Other than these scant garments, the two were practically nude.

Though the she felt groggy, Emma could remember going to sleep in her own bed last night. How she got here and dressed this way was a complete mystery. She remembered the dream, the woman speaking to them, explaining their predicament. Where she was did not feel like a dream in any sense. The only familiar sight was of the brother she had not seen for three years. Despite the fact that she had known he was in the Queen's Army, his appearance was no different than she last remembered. His brilliant auburn hair that matched hers was still dyed a raven black and nearly as long as her own hair.

They were on a boat, on the bottom deck in some storage room. Around them were barrels that smelled both salty and sweet, likely filled with provisions. They each laid upon a pile of animal skins, most with furs. They still had the musky smell of the beast, but it was cleaned and cured as not to be too offensive to the senses. Her body was sore from sleeping on such a lumpy and scratchy surface, as if she had been here all night.

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"Are you two okay?"
Asked a graveled deep tone, though nonthreatening. They shared the room with a man dressed similar to the brother. Though, it was generous to call this being a man. He had a dusky ashen blue black skin tone. His one eye had red sclera, even deeper red iris with no visible pupil. His other eye was pure white and a scar across it evidence that it may be blinded. He had two long pointed ears that rose above his bald head, each with a loop making him look like a pirate. He looked fairly malnourished, but his muscles were taught and defined as if he spent his life training, or doing some grueling labor. His facial features were sharp, though despite his alien appearance he was still fairly appealing. "We've finally arrived in Morrowind, I am sure they will let us go. Stand up, I think the guard approaches soon."
 
It was the scents that hit her first, as her eyes remained closed for a few moment, her nose was assaulted with a plethora of strange aromas. Most prevalent was the smell of the sea, salty air with the tang of rotting vegetation that instantly reminded her of a holiday in Criccieth in Wales and the rotten stench of festering seaweed. But under that were other scents, damp wood, pitch, damp straw and a rank smell of mildew and rot. Other smells, sweet and sour, wine? Appels? Vinegar?

Then sounds came to her, the shrill shrieks of gulls, the creaking of wood. A subtle counterpoint to the half remembered words form her dream.

Finally she opened her eyes and saw her surroundings, her clothing, her brother. She was on a ship,. An old ship like in the movies or video games, but this was real.

And then she saw the man or, wait, what the hell was he? Pointy ears. Honest to God pointy ears? An elf, not a cosplay elf, she could just tell this was a real fucking elf!

She scrambled back on the furs, they were… not clean, but were warm from their bodies. She shuddered a moment. It wasn’t particularly cold, but dressed like this… she involuntarily wrapped an arm around her breast to try and offer a little more coverage. Her eyes locked on the elf.

“What the fuck is going on?” she breathed to herself, her eyes darting around rapidly now absorbing more and more details. She was still herself. That was definitely Josh, though he looked older, which was completely logical. It had been years…He looked as dumbfounded as she did.

“This has to be a dream.” She said, finding her voice. “I’m still sleeping.. I can’t be here, this can’t be real.”

She looked to her brother for explanation.

“Josh? Are you really here? I think I’m going mad…”
 
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Her brother still looked like his mind was taking everything in, groggy and confused. He let out a groan that clearly showed he was in no state to be any assistance in making sense of the situation. However, the dark elf had looked at her sideways, but with a sign of compassion. "I noticed you two were dreaming, thrashing around like you were pulling yourselves from Oblivion." The creature was a fair bit taller than her, though his form might have seemed intimidating his countenance was that of peace. "We are on an Imperial prison ship. We have been brought from the Imperial prison to Morrowind. Temporary exile in hopes of proper reform from past forgiven crimes. All will be explained by the Imperials soon. For now, try to keep a level head and you should be safe."

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Emma heard footfalls on the deck above and soon legs were coming down the stairs on the opposite side of the deck. A human man descended in what only could be described as medieval chain armor. He was Caucasian with brown well kept hair. He had a very attractive face and was well built. He must be some kind of guard or soldier. He also had a wooden club hanging on his belt. Josh finally stood up and looked between the three with confusion before giving his sister a wide look. With a raised eyebrow, he seemed about to speak before he was interrupted.

The guard approached the cell they were in, unlocked the gate with a heavy key on his belt and walked inside. "We've docked and are ready to depart. Follow me, and no funny business. After you are processed, you'll be free to go. Give us any trouble and you'll be back in a cell. You two first." He pointed at the siblings in turn and waved them to follow above deck. Josh looked at his sister and shrugged, still not saying anything. His eyes did seem to wander over her form for a moment before gesturing for her to go before him.
 
Emma could not see how this could possibly be anything other than a dream, But every sense, every iota of self-awareness was telling her she was conscious and she was experienced something completely visceral. Something very real.

Her mind was completely divided between a mix of abject terror, complete rejection of this new reality she was in, and the more pragmatic part of her that was the strength to keep going, even when times were tough, or crazy. In the end, all she could do was put one step in front of another.

Just keep swimming! She thought to herself, and that small voice of Dory help her decide to move.

Aching slightly from what seemed to have been a night’s sleep on the furs, she slowly rose, seeing her brother trying to do the same.

“Processed?”

She wasn’t aware she had said it out loud at first. But the elf neither appeared to hear her, or respond if he had. Free to go had a more positive sound to it. But free to go where? In fact, where the hell were they now? The elf guy had said something about Morrowind? Where the hell was Morrowind? It had a strange sound to it, like something half-remembered. But it also sounded straight out of a fantasy book. That fitted with the Elf. But that was just… impossible, how could she be in some fantasy world?

A small part of her, the part of her that loved D&D, fantasy novels and genre TV, felt a small thrill of anticipation. What fantasy fan had not dreamed, at some point, of being in a world like that for real. But the realist in her knew that, if this was indeed what had happened, she had no skills to survive in we world like that. She was no sword maiden, or sorcerer. Her brother might be OK, he was trained to fight, but she doubted he was going to find an M16 or whatever here.

“I have idea what the hell is going on, josh. But we won’t get any answers down here. I think we should go with the um… the elf

And so, nervously holding her rags around her to try and keep her modeesty as best she could, she moved forwards.
 
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"I think the elf is in the same predicament as us, Emma." Josh said carefully before looking between his sister, the elf, who nodded as if acknowledging the brother's comment and looked kindly upon the sister as if she was having trouble taking in the situation she was in, and then the guard. He took a deep breath before nodding at the guard and standing up. "We'll go with you," he said simply.

"Just follow me, miss. We'll get you sorted." He said polite and professional. The two followed the guard down the lower deck, passed what looked like all cargo. Large crates, animal pelts and barrels placed fairly orderly.

The deck above was all crew quarters, hammocks made of rope and covered in linen, tables and chairs all nailed to the ground they could smell a bit of dried jerky and some weak alcohol coming from a set of stairs at the end of this deck which looked like it ended in a pantry. The ship was deserted except for the guard and the prisoners.

The final set of stairs the ascended ended in a hatch, which when the guard opened it, bright light and humid heat bathed them thickly. What they saw above was strange and spectacular. They were on the water in fairly steady, brownish green and briny smelling water. The ship had a single small sail and there were a few crates scattered around. The ship itself looked quite medieval and with the guards apparel and the memory of the dark elf below, things started to come together.

The landscape, at first glance looked like they arrived at some sort of set for a fantasy film, but everything was much more realistic. The dock and town attached were quite small considering the small fishing village they grew up in. Only a dozen or so buildings, no real roads or anything above a few stories tall. The only real tall buildings were a few guard towers that stood at the corners of the village and one right at the center of the town. Trees sprouted in and around the town making the place look even more primitive. What was quite unusual that made it feel like they weren't even on Earth, were the giant mushrooms, not quite as big as the trees, but taller than a person for sure.

Yet still, that wasn't even the most bizarre thing they could see. A deep howl, a reverberating call almost like the cry of a whale, caused their bones to vibrate and emanated from a massive creature. It was a giant insect, more specifically, a giant flea-like thing. It was as big as a house and monstrously hideous. But even more strange was what was atop it. A small wooden platform was built on top of it with a canopy for shade. It was being used like some kind of beast of burden.

Josh stopped and stared at the thing. His eyes wide with both fear and awe. As he processed it, he seemed to be less afraid, but still very much in wonder of everything he was seeing.
 
Emma stared openly. As a lover of fantasy books and movies, it was all she could do not to squel in delight. All that held her back was the shock of culture clash. This was real, she knew she could not be dreaming now. No dream was this vivid, this visceral. Somehow, she and her brother were really here, and she could only grasp the fact she would have to keep putting one foot in front of another till things started to make more sense.

If they lived that long.

If this was a fantasy world, it would have dangers. She was no mage, or fighter or rogue. She was just a singer, a songwriter. But she doubted she would find a piano anywhere nearby. Maybe if she could get a Lute, she'd played one before and it was close enough to a guitar that she knew she could play well. That could be useful, God knows she had a repertoire of thousands of songs none of these guys would ever have heard before.

Then she heard the howl and saw the... thing.

"What the hell is that!" she exclaimed, tugging Josh's arm and pointing, "Look at the size of it!"
 
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Her brother couldn't help but crack a wide smile as his sister acted like they were in some kind of amusement park. His response was not quite as enthusiastic, "This feels like it should be some drug addled hallucination, this is just unbelievable." He said somewhat casually to her as if he got the vibe off her that she wasn't afraid either. From the light smirk he gave her, she could tell he also might have been somewhat enjoying this.

"Welcome to Morrowind, lass. The silt strider will only be your first surprise here. You two can follow me into the census office." Though he spoke with authority, he didn't seem aggressive in any fashion. His mood seemed to improve as the two didn't make any sign of hostility toward him. He may have even seemed slightly charmed by Emma's enthusiasm. The three headed to the end of the dock into a building right in front of it. Inside was maybe a little more than they expected.

Inside were two men, one older man with white hair cut much like an old monk or scribe would have in the period this place seemed to be in. He was also wearing long brown and red robes that looked elaborate enough to be official attire. He stood next to a large desk with a couple chairs and books laid upon them. Each with a quill and ink wells. The interior was well decorated. There were a few book shelves, one filled with dyed leather bound books that looked like the should have been dusty old tomes, but both smelled and looked almost brand new. The other bookshelf was covered in a mix paper, ribbon, quills, large vials of ink, stamps and wax. There were also a few decorative statuettes and pottery as well. There were a few tapestries on the wall, both with interesting symbols on them. One of pyramid with an eye in the center and the other a symbol like a dragon. The other man in the room was a guard like the one who led them in here, he was standing by a door on the far side looking stern, but remained silent. Unlike the ship guard, who left after slightly bowing to the older man, he had a long sword sheathed at his side. Almost as if the world was replying to her thoughts, she saw a short necked and round bodied stringed instrument sitting in the corner of the room.

"Ah, yes. We've been expecting you. I am Socucious Ergalla, the local Magistrate. You'll have to be recorded before you're officially released. If you would just have a seat here, we can fill out your assigned travel documents and you can be on your way to see the Captain." The old scribe gestured toward the seats, his tone was bright, yet professional. He also acted as if their clothing wasn't out of the ordinary.
 
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Emma looked around in unceasing amazement. There could be no doubt of the reality of her situation. Every second reinforced the fact this was real, not matter how impossible that might seem. She looked to Josh in wide eyed astonishment, and he looked just as stunned as she was. She wnet inside and her eyes fell on the lute very quickly, a familar thing in the midst of so much strangeness.

As the man spoke, Emma sat down, beig careful not to let the scant rags expose too much of her body.

"Yes, please, my brother and I, we have no idea how we got here, or why we are here. We're not even from.. from.. this place! I mean, this is all crazy! I'm from England, Europe?" She looked at both men hoping to see some expression of recognition or understanding.

"We just want to get home!"
 
"I am sorry child, but depite where you are from, the Emporer has willed for you to be here and here is where you will remain." The scribe pointed out the two smallish leather bound books set out for them, "Just have a peek inside the travel journals we've prepared for your reformation. You two are the first of the Emperor's new decree. We brought you to Morrowind, far from the Imperial City, where you can live your life without your criminal past overshadowing you. If you prove to be productive members of society, or better yet, loyal agents of the Empire, your temporary exile will be lifted and you'll be welcome to book passage back to Cyrodiil."

Her brother sat beside her and opened the journal which each had the dragon symbol that appeared on the wall on the cover. The book was mostly blank, filled with what looked to be about a hundred empty pages. He turned to the first page and on the inside cover where a few spots to fill in identifying information, such as name, race, birth-sign, blessing and even a spot for a portrait. Then very first page was a very detailed map. It looked like a large island and was labelled Morrowind. As Josh slid his finger over the map as if enjoying the texture of the page, Emma could see information filling the cover page. His race filled with the term, Breton, the birth-sign was Warrior and lastly, his blessing was Sanguine. The portrait also faded in with a very good likeness of her brother, though it looked more like it was drawn than a photo. "Let's be careful what we tell people. They might start thinking we're crazy and that might not end well for us." Josh whispered quietly toward his sister.

The information in her own journal was also filling in, similar to her brother's. Like her brother's her race was Breton. However, it labeled her birth-sign as Thief and her Blessing as Dibella. That just left the both of their names to be filled in on their own. "It looks as if the journals took to you as expected. But just to be sure, if the information is correct, please sign your name. Does everything look to be in order?"

Josh nodded with a casual, "Sure." He looked over the journal one more time, a hint of hesitation before picking up the quill and filling it in.
 
(dammit, so sorry RL sucks)

Criminal past? I've never had a criminal past!
How the hell did they get this image?
What the hell is a birth sign?
Emma thought to herself. Is that like a star sign, like virgo or something?

She looked at Josh who had just signed without a thought. Oh well, in for a penny! she sighed and signed her name.

But it was becoming clear that this world knew her, or some kind of version of her. Josh looked like Josh, so she could only assume she looked like herself based on the picture. BUt this version of her had been a criminal. And now she was what, being released on good behaviour?

She tried to absorb the names, Morrowind, Empire, Cyrodiil. Breton sounded familiar, like the Bretons of France? Was this France? Now any France she knew. But the other names were unfamilar and that creature was nothing of Earth.

She had to bide her time and see what happened for now.

"FIne, I guess." She said. "But how do we start out a new life, we have nothing, no money... " she took a chance. "They even took my lute away, how am Isupposed to earn a living without my lute?"
 
"Ah, yes." The magistrate replied smiling kindly to Emma, "Well, now that you've filled out your journals, you two can head into the Captain's office, he'll stamp your journal and arrange a release fee. You should be able to spend that on any gear and provisions you'll need for your journey. If you would," He gestured toward the door the sword wielding guard stood by, "head into the Captain's office and you'll be on your way to a fresh start."

Josh stood up, journal in hand, looking much less concerned about their situation. It also became quite clear that he had no issue with being almost completely nude. Although he didn't stare obviously at his sister, his eyes wandered over her nearly bare chest just as she noticed his eyes wandered away in reaction. But he shrugged as if giving her a casual apology, but more as if he didn't really have any shame in it.

"Thank you very much for giving us this new opportunity, Sir. We won't let you down." Josh walked over to the magistrate and had a look that Emma had seen before when he was trying to conceal something from their parents. He offered his hand to the magistrate, but the man in the robes only looked confused at the gesture.

"Oh, well. Of course." The magistrate said awkwardly and took her brother's hand reluctantly and looked surprised when Josh shook it. "Good day to you two. Nine bless you on your journeys."
 
Will move to hiatus in a few days due to inactivity from my partner.
Moving into hiatus due to inactivity from my partner. I will archive next week unless my partner returns.
 
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I am here, just had some personal problems i have been posting in my status. But if you wabt to abandon, I can only apologise. I'm struggling with some bad stuff happening around me,
 
I am here, just had some personal problems i have been posting in my status. But if you wabt to abandon, I can only apologise. I'm struggling with some bad stuff happening around me,
Ah, okay. I usually don't check status posts so I usually rely on PMs. If you want to continue, feel free post once you have time. I just typically like to move on when a RP seems to slow to a crawl.

Partner is gone for another two weeks. This RP is over.
 
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