VicenteValtieri-Club

The Dunmer’s home had once been the dwelling of a Telvanni wizard, but the old magician had died one night of natural causes- for a blade in a man’s chest naturally ended his life.  After the mess had been cleaned and the summoned abominations had been dealt with, the dark elf had settled in. It was a spacious home, built into a rising hill so that the wizard’s lab- the largest room- gracefully protruded from the side.  The Dunmer had little use for magic, so the room was converted to a training arena.  His many weapons, collected over two hundred years, hung from the walls and his “trophies” from his favorite battles and kills lined the s...

A tall Dunmer in a dark orange tunic adorned with deeply colored half spheres and a matching Mohawk strode fearlessly through the moonlit ashlands.  His gray hand rested confidently on the hilt of a beautifully crafted ebony kitana, the gleam of enchantment rippling across its surface.  Many a foe had met their end on its black edge, their blood dripping from the point, and it thirsted for more.Much like its owner.  The dark elf’s nighttime stroll was not a walking holiday.  He was thirsty, but not desperately so.  He simply preferred to maintain a regular feeding schedule.  The problem was, that food had become hard to come by recently.  ...

Death was supposed to be dark.Cold.Boring.It wasn’t supposed to be… intense .He could hear and smell and feel everything…The sound of his robes shifting the grains of sand beneath him grated painfully against his skull.  The bleating of an alit herd some indeterminable distance away seemed like explosions…He could smell the tracks and odors of creatures that had walked past his location days ago.  The ash reeked of sulfur and made his eyes water…Every grain of ash was prominent against his exposed flesh, the points seeming to dig in like needles…Somewhere a cliff racer screamed…The Red Mountain belched…A kagouti bull raked his tusks again...

The journey back to Balmora had started promisingly.But after Vicente rested against the same sand-smoothed boulder for the third time, he had to admit he was hopelessly lost.  Nothing looked familiar- save the circle he had been going in- and it wasn’t entirely due to the blackness of the ashlands at night.  He had gotten turned around somewhere along the path and had deviated into alien territory.The notion should have frightened him more, but he was utterly exhausted.  Even though he had covered little to no ground, he had spent hours walking…  Well, stumbling, staggering, swaying…  “Walking” was a woefully generous term for his pitiful...

I arrived at the Imperial City by sunrise the next day, I could feel my blood boiling from the few feedings I had since this trip began. I knew my vampiric features would be starting to show, so I pulled up my hood and entered the city, hoping to find someone to feed from before locating Lucien. I found myself in the Arena District of the city, and to my luck, a Dark elf dressed in combatant armor was sitting on a rock under a flowering tree, sharpening his sword. As I approached him, he sighed and looked up at me, handing me a piece of paper with his name on it,"Here you go adoring fan, my autograph… don't faint on me like the others…" he...

Cheydinhal Sanctuary 3 weeks previous: Some may think I'm mad for doing this, but I couldn't part with my family… I sealed away some of their blood into tiny vials and enchanted them to stay sealed and protected from the harsh elements. I had saved the last family member I killed for last, the one who gave me the dark gift. As his cold blood dripped into the vial, I began to hear the whispers of my family member within my head. I pushed them away thinking it was the Daedric Lord of madness trying to make me break and become part of his kingdom of madness.When I rose to my feet, my eyes rested on his frame, his eyes were still open and fixe...