The Tale Of The Diamond Warrior: Prologue

• Posted by Nik August 31, 2014 - 943 views
  Prologue The room was mostly dark, the only lighting came from the couple of candles hanging on the walls, producing just enough light to navigate your way through the room without bumping into things. There was an eerie feeling in the air, like some heavy presence was there inside, unseen from the naked eye, watching carefully all who tread inside. It was only expected that it would feel that way inside a burial room. Tomheii sat in the corner, his huge body was twisted and he held his knees in his arms, head buried between the knees and the arms. His cheeks were wet with tears and his body trembled. In one of his hands he had a wrinkled piece of paper. The will of his adoptive father Lanston. He read it some many times he already could rewrite it perfectly without looking even one time at the paper. The words of his father echoed in his head. Lanston died a few days ago, and was already prepared for burial. He left after him a huge mansion and a safe room filled with more gold and valuables than could fit into twenty chests. All of his belongings were inherited to Tomheii, including the massive greatsword "Blessing" that he always carried around. His son believed he'd like to be buried with his sword, and he overlooked that it will be place in his coffin, not before he personally polished the old, yet impressive, ebony sword. Then, after he made sure everything else was done to his liking and he was satisfied with the preparations, believing that now his father will finally find rest in wherever he now moved on, only then he allowed himself to cry for the first time. His father died of old age, living a full life, and against all odds managed to leave a heir after him. He earned most of his wealth during and after the Great War, when he fought the Aldmeri Dominion for the Empire. Alone, his father managed to conquer forts and sack holdouts of the enemy, piling Elven bodies wherever he went. The Empire rewarded him greatly for his efforts, he was raised to the rank of Legate in their ranks, but then Hammerfell was handed out to the Dominion. Needless to say they did everything they could to ruin his life ever since, but the continent of Hammerfell did not forget his deeds during the war and the proud Redguards stood beside him and fought the Thalmor off, eventually they left him be. It was then that he found Tomheii. He was a Nord that moved to Hammerfell with his family just a few years before the beginning of the Great War, the war that killed his parents and made him an orphan. Tomheii stole food to eat, drank dirty water to quench his thirst and looted everything he could to survive. Tomheii heard that Lanston is sickly rich and lives alone and decided he could sneak in and out, leaving with pockets full of gold. Well he sneaked in, but he never left. Lanston caught him while he was ravaging his kitchen, eating whatever he could laid his hands on. Instead of beating him like all the others did, he asked him if he would like to drink something with the salmon he was tried to swallow whole. Lanston decided to adopt the kid after hearing his story, and since that day he treated him with more love than his real parents ever did, and they really loved him. Over the next years Lanston taught Tomheii to fight, read and write. Tomheii never forgot that kindness, and was doing his best in every thing Lanston demanded. He shined in training, and quickly learned everything else his new father tried to teach him, until there was nothing left to be taught except the art of war. Lanston had his own style to battle, and as Tomheii grew and matured he spent more and more time in the training field in his house, mastering each move. Both the father and the son were huge bodied men and both wielded great weapons in battle - Lanston the sword, and Tomheii the battleaxe. But before he could finish teaching everything he knew to his son, Lanston fell ill and passed away. Now, while sitting near his father's coffin, Tomheii decided in the first time in his life to disobey his father. He already relinquished most of the thing he inherited, leaving only a small pouch of gold, his great battleaxe and set of armor and his close friend Sandstorm, the brownish yellow horse Lanston bought him three years ago. It was time to return to the land of his birth, to Skyrim, and follow the footsteps of his father and join the Imperial Army that was currently teared apart by a civil war.