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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 1:32 pm
Right now, I'm puzzled where I could put my Oblivion Fanfiction in the Guild. I'd like to share it with ya'll to see what others think of my creativity, though, so I'm going to try it here.
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim possession to copyrighted Elder Scrolls canon. I do, however, claim rights to my created country of Narcissia.
Here follows a history of this country.
Narcissia is a country farther east of Akavir, claimed and colonized by the refugees of the Men of Akavir who were consumed by the Tscaesi of Akavir. Many of these men had bloodlines with the Tscaesi, and thus became the "Man-Snakes"(like the Tiger-Dragons of Ka Po 'Tun) who formed the Noble Class that ruled over the men and women who were still pure human. To find a ruler, the Nobles sought out Azura, Mehrunes Dagon, and Sheogorath for aid in their plight. The three then created from their own essences a man who became the first Emperor of Narcissia. To this day(3E 433: 4th Day of Last Seed) the lineage of those Daedric Princes are the Emperors of Narcissia.
Over time, the Noble class recruited Regulars who would protect and enforce them and serve as a second army. These were the first of the Samurai class. Over the centuries, when Akavir's Tscaesi raided Narcissia and Tamriel, the Regulars wished to attack Akavir to stick out for their besieged bretheren in Tamriel as well as their own country. The Samurai, protesting for the Regulars, beseeched the Nobles, only to recieve rejection from them due to the Nobles' blood lineage to the Tscaesi.
When Akavir's Tscaesi invaded Tamriel full-on in the First Era, they also invaded Narcissia, intent on eliminating the last of Akavir's Men. However, they encountered strong resistance from the united Narcissia, with their devestating Samurai warriors becoming the ultimate weapon against the Vampire-Snakes. Driving the snakes from their country, Narcissia also sent samurai aid to Tamriel, where the combined forces of Reman Cyrodiil and Sonoka Heikano crushed the Akaviri at the Battle of Pale Pass. The ferocity of the samurai with the Legions of Tamriel became legendary, and helped Akaviri and Narcissian influences spread through Tamriel, like the katana, the codes of Chivalry for the Knights, ect. This also began the economic trades and interactions between the two mighty nations.
At Tamriel's behest, the Narcissians spared Akavir from their wrath, instead turning their attentions inward. The samurai's absence saw the Noble class becoming more oppressive upon the Regulars. When the samurai returned, victorious and proud, from triumphant battle with the Akaviri, the Nobles pushed themselves upon the Samurai to silence opposition. When word came of a Regular rebellion in the countryside, the Nobles ordered the Samurai to crush the rebellion.
The Samurai class, unwilling to slaughter their own people, instead turned upon the Nobles in a bloody war that lasted a decade. When the Samurai triumphed at the Siege of the Imperial Palace, the rule by the Shogunate of the Heikano began. The samurai became the dominant force, marrying into the Nobles and Regulars to the point where all Narcissians by the Third Era claim lineage to the Tscaesi.
The Shogun replaced the Emperor, who now ruled nothing, and an era of relative prosperity ensued. However, the Nobles never kept quiet. Raising armies sporadically throughout the Second Era, the Nobles and Samurai waged an underground war, fought in the forests and mountains of Narcissia. In the peace of the Third Era, however, the Nobles have remained relatively quiet. Samurai mercenaries and nobles crossed the oceans to Tamriel, integrating themselves into the society. The most influential noble families have a few samurai families amongst them, and many sons and daughters of these families have served in the Imperial Legions, from Recruit all the way to Knight of the Imperial Dragon.
This is a tale of one such ex-soldier......
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:28 pm
Chapter 1: 3rd Era, 432. 25th of Frostfall
A chilling wind wafted through the barred window in the Bastion of the Imperial Prison District. The prisoner within the cell felt a cold shiver traverse her spine as the speckling snow drifted into her cell, occasionally landing upon her cheek as if to taunt the young girl.
Outside the cell, through the window, the girl could hear the faint sounds of the Saturalia celebrations keeping the Market District of the Imperial City warm and aromatic.
As the feasting within the districts of the City picked up pace, a guard entered the girl's cell with a platter of bread, scrib jelly, crab meat, and a stone cup fill with thin, cheap wine.
"Happy Saturalia", sneered the steel-clad guard as he undid the dangling iron chains that restrained the girl's hands above her head. As usual, typical for a prisoner of her high-security, the guard left her barefeet cuffed together by sturdy iron cuffs separated by a chain of four links to prevent her from much movement.
Flexing her wrists, the scratching of her enchanted wrist irons continued to remind the teenager of her imprisonment and bondage. Pulling her waist-length mop of scraggly charcoal-black-and-gray hair from her face, the young Narcissian girl sat on her knees and feverently tore into her food. Scarfing the bread, chasing the dry wheat product with a swallow of disgusting wine, she quickly slurped the scrib jelly. Munching the crab meat, she swigged the rest of the wine to ease the passage.
The guards of the Bastion had strict measures when it came to murderers like her, to give her only a sparse few minutes to eat her food and to check her for forks, knives, and spoons that she could have nicked in order to escape using the improvised tools.
When the guard saw she'd finished, the man removed his gauntlets and proceeded to probe for such measures.
"Lock", growled the man, and the girl's wrist irons glowed, pulling her back and locking to the chains dangling in the small space that also made her bed. Scrutinizing the cell, the guard was satisfied and proceeded to search the girl. Lifting her leather-tough feet, he found nothing underneath and then proceeded, as slow as the lewd man could, to probe her body.
First, he rolled down the sleeves of her threadbare sackcloth shirt and slid his fingers in to discover nothing. Patting down her thin, defined legs, the satisfied guard then proceeded to do unneccessary searches that he had every right to do.
Sliding his hands into her shirt, the man poked about and squeezed her supple breasts, smiling the toothy smile that said "What're you gonna do about it?"
She closed her eyes for this, and what would follow. The guard withdrew his hands and then sidled them into her sackcloth pants. Sliding his hands about and gently caressing her smooth womanhood, characteristic of a Narcissian noble with heavy lineage to the Tscaesi, he slid his hands into her cleft and penetrated her, smiling that same smile all along.
After withdrawing his hands and cleaning them, the guard replaced his gauntlets and continued to smile at the girl. As she stood, he turned her in place and then removed her shirt, suspending it on hooks on her chains. Under the shirt, the foot-wide strip of cloth that covered her breasts was removed, exposing her pale back to the guard. Upon her muscled back, multiple gruesome and criss-crossing scars decorated the beautiful Narcissian woman's skin.
"No", wisped the girl, tears beginning to well in her eyes, "spare me at least this once....."
"My orders", lied the guard, he only did this for pleasure, "are my orders." The silk-voiced soldier then unclasped a long leather bullwhip from his belt, next to his longsword as always. Unraveling it, he snapped it upon the prone girl's back, opening a fresh gash upon her. Each time the whip broke her flesh, the girl's chest contracted past her ribs, and she let out a pitiful gasp each and every time. Again and again, the whip drew more blood from her veins, which seeped down her back into her pants.
They got longer and longer, these monthly lashings. Part of her "respectful anniversaries", he said. He always said that he gave worse lashings to Valen Dreth, that he gave her mercy because of her gender and former position as Knight of the Garland in the Imperial Legions.
Eventually, he stopped, cleaning her wounds and replacing her shirt and covering on her raw torso.
Loosening the chains using the various pulleys in the walls, the guard gently lay her in her bed and left the cell.
The ragged hair and clothes hid the beauty befitting of a Narcissian beauty and noble to boot.
A couple of years ago, Naoya Kunika was a Knight of the Garland in the Imperial Legions. Though she was fourteen, she had expressed profound interest in the arts of war when she was big enough to wield a child-sized sword. Her father, the Commander of the Imperial Watch in the Green Emperor Way of the Imperial City, had taught her since then, bringing her to attaining a considerable degree of skill in the sword.
While an impressive fighter, the young girl still had much to learn, and being apprentice to Adamus Phillida, Grand General of the Imperial Legions, had given her access to learning further. Things seemed to be going well for the young Legion soldier, until a disasterous engagement against the inner tribe of Argonia, intended to bring the rest of Black Marsh into the Empire........
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