Back Story of: Trace the Merciful.

  • This is my first Back story. Hope you guys enjoy

     

     

       "The wind has a chill that goes straight through your bones in skyrim, Trace." Said Augner the Rightous as they prepared for their adventures. "haha, you won't get far packing like that. That seems to be enough clothes for a wood elf in Valenwood," He said jokingly as he gave Trace a hard, but friendly pat on the back. Trace nearly dropped what he had in his hands. "Well thanks for the advice Augner." Trace said with a smile, "But I can't let you go by yourself and freeze to death, can I?" "Well I'm a nord! cold runs through our bones!" If it wasn't for Trace's height, you would have thought he was a nord also. But he was a breton, originally from High Rock until his family moved to Cyrodil after the Great War was over. He was a pure blood breton and had skills with magicka. He also enjoyed fighting as a kid and felt relaxed with a weapon in his hand.

      Looking back through his memories, he also recalls when he was just a young man. He always had a kind heart for others and protecting those who needed help. When he was nineteen, a group of khajiit surrounded an argonian in some back alley in the Imperial City. He was walking by with Augner, his dear childhood friend, and glanced over to what seemed to be an "unfair advantage". Five Khajiits taking on one argonian. Augner and Trace immediately jumped in to help. Trace knowing that Khajiits are skilled fighters with their fists, he cloaked himself in an alteration spell. The fight didn't last long. Trace and augner won with a few bruses and scratches as their prize. One khajiit scratched him on the face and the scar has never healed properly.

      "Vigilants." said Keeper Titus sternly interrupting Trace's train of thought, " You must know that this transfer was not an easy decision to make. It's not that I don't have faith in your skills, its just that.. You both are like sons to me.." Keeper Titus says as his voice starts to soften up over the usual stern military voice. Augner and Trace both know of Keeper Titus's dead son. He was only eleven when a vampire lured him away for his midnight snack. Keeper Titus was successful in hunting down the vampire and killing it. Which led him to join the Vigilant of Stendarr. "I've watched you both grow into fine men hunting down daedra, and all those who prey on us mortals. I will miss you both dearly." You would think this to be a sentimental moment but Keeper Titus was all dried up of tears when he avenged his son plunging the sword into the vampire's heart. The man found it hard to feel anything after that. "So before you leave, I am promoting you to Crusaders of Stendarr and you may travel freely wherever you go. Stay Vigile." Trace and augner both respond "Stay Vigile!". And with that, Keeper Titus leaves the room.

      "By Yismer's beard!" says Augner with excitement, "Crusader! I've been waiting for a promotion." "But Augner, aren't you going to miss being here in Cyrodil?" said Trace. "I know how you feel Trace... But with the civil war going on, I feel that I have to be there. In Skyrim.. I am a Nord after all." Augner said with a grin. "So does that mean you're going to side with the rebels, then?" Trace said with a grimace look on his face. "No, of course not! but I do feel that it would be right if we help both sides with our restoration magic. There will be alot of injured people Trace. People' that will need our help." Augner knew that saying this would persuade Trace to be less reluctant to go. Trace has a kind heart for those in peril. Trace continued packing up his things for the morning. They had a long journey ahead of them.

       They woke up and with no delay were ready to head out. They said their goodbyes and farewells and left the Hall of the Vigilant. On the road they only ran into a few wolves. The roads weren't that dangerous in Cyrodil. "Be prepared Trace," as they were nearing the borders of Skyrim, "The roads in skyrim are more dangerous than here in Cyrodil." "I'm pretty sure its nothing we can't handle together Augner!" Trace said sarcasticly as he gave Augner a friendly punch on the shoulder. "haha, Well I'm serious Trace. They have monsters you've never seen before and they're something fierce."

    As they cross the border a few hours ago, Trace noticed how cold it was. Augner was right, He should have packed better. Walking along the road Trace notices a man dressed in weird battle attire heading their way, as they approached each other, the man says "Halt, these are stormcloak lands" Augner replies, "Relax my friend, We are Vigiles of Stendarr." Trace recalls days earlier of Augner talking about these rebels calling themselves stormcloaks. "We don't want any trouble," says Trace. "Vigiles of Stendarr? could you help us? some of our men are badly wounded and they might not make it in time to get into town." "Alright," says Augner, "we will heal your men of any injuries." As they head down to the Stormcloak camp, they tread to the tent where the injured are. Trace looked upon the injured with compassion. See Trace? I told you we would be helping people." Augner said with a grin as he started to heal someone that had taken an arrow to the knee.

    Just as Trace was done healing an injured soldier, he heard battle cries outside the tent. "What's going on?" said Trace. Augner was in confusion as well. "It must be a battle going on. Lets stay inside the tent-" immediately an arrow strikes Augner the Rightous in the back of the throat, cutting off his words. And his life. "No!" yells Trace as he catches Augner in his arms, falling to the ground. "Augner! Augner!" all he could see is the life force living from augner eyes, unable to take his last breath because of the arrow that came through the tent wall. Trace covers his eyes and sits there sobbing with his friends dead body in his lap. Two imperial legionares rush in. One tries to swing his blade at Trace but he reacts quick enough to block it with his mace and blasts him back with a firebolt. Trace charges for the other legionare but was more ready and better equipped and knocks out Trace with a lightining bolt. Trace being so enraged didn't prepare himself and was unconcious.

    So begins Trace the Merciful's journey in Skyrim.

     

     

Comments

2 Comments
  • Guy Corbett
    Guy Corbett   ·  January 4, 2012
    I like it, ive been thinking about starting my own journal for a new character. Keep posted for the first installment. Definately have a read through of Dreema's blogs they are excellent.
  • Isaac
    Isaac   ·  December 26, 2011
    thanks  this is my first time writing so i think I made a couple of spelling errors but I tried to keep it as realistic and close to TES lore and culture as possible.