The catacombs were vast and disorientating and it had been a long night. He rested
upon the old stonewalls now covered with moss and roots and breathed deep, the
air damp with the smell of death and magic.
Sweat clung to his brow as his heart thumped against his chest. Fear was
no stranger in these hunts a constant companion in the dark.
The screams of the undead and those that summoned them could be heard from the
dark, waiting for the knight to advance. And whom was he to keep them waiting,
with a mischievous grin he charged forward. Onto his destiny.
28 years earlier
“The child must be kept safe and when old enough trained in the arts of war, he has
a destiny which has been written within the stars and no matter the cost must stay
true to his course”
They were the last words spoken by husband to wife. And the first that Ysabel Atrius
knew of her pregnancy.
The next 9 months proved difficult; along with the sadness that goes along with a
missing husband, being the source of rumours and hearsay for the snobbish high
class was no easy pill.
Yet she carried on with unwavering determination and on the 11th day of Sun’s Dusk 4E
173 a boy was born his name being given as Emerick Atrius.
The eldest daughter of a rich merchant, Ysabel Atrius loved and cared for her
son, though now viewed with indifference by many men due to her situation she
was good looking, with a soft appeal never one to think less of others and
always ready to offer her help. She was a faithful woman and made yearly pilgrimages
to Stendarr’s shrine.
These qualities especially that of mercy were instilled into Emerick at a young age.
The years passed quickly and no sooner was the baby Emerick born, he was able
to walk then run then get himself into many a mischief.
A skill he would master very quickly.
Though this was not the most remarkable thing about young Emerick, not only did he
rarely ever get sick; his mother couldn’t actually remember a time he ever was,
he could run faster then most boys 3 years his age and wrestle them to
submission to boot.
Surely young Emerick was a special boy, something which was about to be proven without
a doubt.
When Emerick was the age of 5 something happened which reinforced the words spoken
to Ysabel by her missing husband all those years ago.
As Emerick's nanny told it “Yung musta, had gone en gotten imself into the ladar,
the little sneak feef thinken he was cleva climbed to the highes shelf fur the
sweet roles. But by Azura erself if sheogorath weren’t in er with em, paw yung musta come
crashin down wit alf the ladar on top of im. Hearin the crwash I came runin, I
did, and found yung musta cryin with a cut as big as ya like on isz leg.
Now miLady if wat happen next is nuttin but the honest truf then I’ll resign mysel to
Bliss. yung musta put is hand over te' cut an a queer blue light shone frum
under it; upon raising is hand, the cut was gone! It waas! sure as day, now
scuse me liberelness milady but im finkin yung musta has a bit of isz favar' in
im”
And so he did and little to either his mother or the servant’s knowledge, 'yung musta
Emrick' had a lot more to him then simply good health and healing magic.
This is my first crack at writing for my character. I have a draft for the rest of my story so any helpful criticism in writing the rest would be much appreciated. Cheers
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