Born in a swampy alcove near Shadowfen in the Imperial province of Black Marsh in 4E 171, Lucifer grew up in the bogs of the general Shadowfen area. When most young argonians were learning how to swim, hunt in the water, and gather underwater flora for either alchemy or food, Lucifer was out practicing magic or hunched over a book of some sort. In fact, as ironic as it is, Lucifer hated being wet, hated *even being near* water. But in his rebellious mindset, he often did the exact thing he was told not to do. Like practice necromancy. He spent countless nights out in the swamp, killing things and then raising whatever he killed, to help him kill the next unfortunate creature, and the cycle would go on and on until dawn or he grew too tired to go on. At the age of 23, he was now able to raise dead permanently and he started to delve into other magics. First, it was other forms of Conjuration, then when he mastered that, he dabbled into Alchemy.
One day he went out in search of ingredients for him to practice on, taking with him a mortar and pestle to practice as he went. Mind you, he’d done this before…. however, this time he gotten himself lost, straying too far North. He wandered aimlessly for days. The first sign of civilization was in the Morrowind capital of Blacklight, astonished at his location, he sat down and thought about what he wanted to do next. Since he had virtually nothing at his alcove/home, he decided that he should see the world he lived in, while he was still young and alive. So with that he went to some stores in town and bought whatever supplies he could, packed up, and left. After he left Blacklight, he asked a guard in what direction was West, since he had gotten lost and needed to regain his bearings. Lucifer also made a point to ask the guard were some prominent bandit hideouts were. With that he left the guard, and went on his way. The first few camps he found, he found quite easily, as they were located along the road. The first, third, fourth, and sixth camps were dispatched of almost without effort. However, the second, fifth, and seventh camps were long, and drained Lucifer of his magicka, and he was quite relieved to finally finish all of this bounty hunting.
After the last bandit camp leader lied dead, Lucifer returned to Blacklight to collect the bandit's bounties. When he was done with that, he walked away with a grin, and a solid choice to continue traveling. To where? He did not know, but he traveled at a cozy pace. And, why wouldn’t he? He had all the time in the world. His sight-seeing was cut short, when he was ambushed by bandits only a two hours after leaving Blacklight for the second time. There were 8 bandits, but if there was one thing Lucifer wasn't doing, it was surrendering. He flicked his right hand and it summoned a couple Dremora Lord Thralls, to keep the bandits busy, while he littered the battlefield with fire runes in his left hand. "Since bandit's mostly wear fur or hide armor…." he thought. The battle ended and Lucifer looted the bodies, then continued on his way. During the rest of the way toward the border of Skyrim, it was uneventful, but he seen so many things that he never had before: Silt-striders, Cliffracers, Netch, Ash Spawn, mushroom towers the size of 4 or 5 story buildings, homes and other buildings made of giant bug chitin, everything he saw was new to him. When he finally crossed the border into Skyrim, he swiftly made his way to Riften and in it, “The Bee and Barb”. There he received a very warm welcome from Keerava and Talon-Jei, expressing their happiness in seeing a fellow Argonian. With a good night’s rest and some food, Lucifer went on his way, but not before he tipped the two Argonians and extra 20 septims.
Having left the tavern, he followed the road out of town and through a bandit occupied fort -- bandits never put up much of a fight, and were easily killed -- and a small mining village, when he came upon a split in the path. He quickly came to a decision as to which way he would continue his journey: he would flip a coin. Heads for left, Tails for right. And before he flipped the coin, he was stopped by a courier, the messenger gave Lucifer a sack of gold and a letter giving the Argonian a sorrowful expression. The man simply said “I’m sorry”. Perplexed as to what the man meant, Lucifer bade the man farewell, and opened the letter. His heart throbbed with agony at the letters words, he felt shattered and alone, it stated that his entire clan had been wiped out by droves of Wamasu. They never really stood a chance. The letter said the Wamasu came wave after wave, as if they were organized. But that was impossible, they were animals! He crumpled the paper, spat on it, and threw it over the nearby cliff and into the ravine below. He set up camp for a couple of days, there at the split in the road, just to grieve for his family.
After a few days had passed, he packed up, and flipped the coin. Heads. That settled it, he would go left. He traveled the road for maybe 7 and a-half hours barely dragging his feet, when late in the afternoon, he came upon a force of about 23, plus a man that looked like a noble. The 23 soldiers, eyed the robed lizard with caution, Lucifer on the other hand only gazed at the soldiers with curiosity. He had absolutely no idea who these vagabonds were. But, right in the middle of the exchange, a man on a horse arrived. It was not long after, that a large force of about 55 imperials swarmed the area and surrounded the group. The vagabonds stood -- weapons drawn -- protecting the noble, and Lucifer readied himself as well. And out of the clear blue, the noble commanded the warriors around him to stop fighting, Lucifer thought the horse-rider had soiled his pants, at the exchange. An Imperial soldier in far more decorated armor then the rest, came up to the noble, weapon in hand, and stated the name of the noble: Ulfric Stormcloak. And then began reciting the long list of crimes that Ulfric was being accused of. When Ulfric and his soldiers surrendered, bound, and Ulfric gagged, an Imperial soldier took the horse-rider and Lucifer for one of the -- what the soldier said, were “Stormcloaks” -- and went to bind them too.
When the Imperial force just laughed at the duo’s attempt to explain, that they weren’t with the “Stormcloaks”, Lucifer grew a scowl on his face and firmly reiterated. The Imperial, drew his weapon and ordered Lucifer to turn around to try to bind him. Lucifer gave a quick response. He summoned 5 Dremora Thralls, two bound swords, and a set of bound armor, and stated with obvious hostility “I have no time for this foolishness!”. When the ornately armored soldier, who identified himself as General Tullius came over to see what the problem was, Lucifer patiently restated his claim to simply be a wanderer at the wrong place, at the wrong time. To say the General was impressed with the display of skill was an understatement. But, after an impatient groan, and hasty decision, the General quickly said to come along and that they would get it cleared up later. So Lucifer obliged, knowing he would get to see more of Skyrim and swiftly dismissed his thralls and bound equiptment. He was afterall, wandering aimlessly, with no destination in mind. The two travelers were bound, rounded up with the Stormcloaks, put in carriages, and rode off into the night.
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