Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211836/@comment-24449631-20140707230054

“Magvir’s Elven Crafts…”

Rowan nodded.

“Seems about right, I suppose.”

The former Nord then went inside.

Once Inside he realised just how clean it looked. Everything was carefully ordered and the blades presented in the stall cases shone and gleamed like stars in the night sky.

Rowan was particularly drawn to a certain elvish sword.

It seemed so… perfect.

He had seen models like this before, but only now he could see the full beauty of such a sword.

“Oh I see you have found my Alinorian collection.” A voice joined him.

Rowan quickly looked at his right as he saw Magvir walk to him.

“Hmm, ja… It looks really beautiful. I’ve never seen Elven swords like this…”

“Oh… They’re quite basic really.” Magvir sounded a bit blunt.

“Well, I think the craftsmanship looks amazing…”

Suddenly Rowan noticed:

“What’s that engraved in it? Elmolyn?”

“That’s the name of the sword, you do know each elven sword has its name engraved within, right?” The smith asked whether or not Rowan was being serious.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was absolutely amazed. He had never known. Not in all his years.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eh, No I didn’t…” he then sounded a bit humbled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m seriously starting to doubt whether or not you are actually an elf now.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan jumped up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why would I be an elf?” he asked a bit nervously, wondering if his ears were sticking from out of his headband.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… only elven kin can read the names of elven swords… it’s an unspoken fact.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan again was pushed closer to the fact that Hermaeus Mora has turned him into a firstborn race.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh of-course… Silly me…” Rowan brushed it off, all the while he was more thinking about being an actual elf.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I came here to, eum… buy a simple one handed sword.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What kind of metal did you have in mind.” Magvir didn’t exactly linger on his costumer’s odd behaviour.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Silver…” Rowan sounded, still thinking more about the fact he had undergone a bloody racial change.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, I do have some good silver attributes. Goindril, Kyndamas and Milivoin.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The elven blacksmith quickly returned with the three silver swords he mentioned.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan carefully looked at them.

<p class="MsoNormal">They all seemed pretty perfect to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Not a single error.

<p class="MsoNormal">A few minutes passed, without him noticing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll take… Goindril…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan picked up a long straight looking silver sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Really?” Magvir sounded a bit disappointed, the two other swords were much more elegant and elven like.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Goindril almost looked like a Nordic sword…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know.” Rowan answered as he weighed the sword a bit in his hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s why I like it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The altmer looked sort of confused. An elf liking something that looks like Norden craft.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why? It looks so simple… so man-made… A regular human customer would buy it, but an elf…” magvir looked a bit more closely.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan almost felt the yellow eyes of magvir scan his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… What kind of an elf are you anyway?” The blacksmith quietly asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan honestly could not answer that question. He himself didn’t entirely know what was going on.

<p class="MsoNormal">But he didn’t have it in him any longer to hide it. He wanted to know what was going on. Perhaps the Altmer could help.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh… I don’t know. Perhaps you can help me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan sighed as he loosened the hairband, causing his ears to yet again be visible.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm, you look like no Kin I have ever met. What is going on here…” The blacksmith himself wondered.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan started his story:

<p class="MsoNormal">“I am a Nord… Well I was…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I was captured by the alinorian fleet when I shipwrecked off the coast of Firsthold.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Magvil’s eyes widened. He seemed interested at least.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They must’ve thought we were spies or something… Sadly my other shipmates didn’t make it. So I was the only one, who was then escorted to the city, where I met the magistrate, Londril. He said that I couldn’t leave, due to security risks.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan decided to leave Manja out of the story

<p class="MsoNormal">“However I really wanted to get out. So I managed to get to the temple, during the day… And spoke to the priest of Hormaeus Mora. I wanted to know how life was outside of the Adamantine Empire so I begged him to tell me. He instead decided it would be best If I would venture to Apocrypha… Hermaeus Mora’s realm of Oblivion, and seek out the information I wanted myself. I did so, and eventually lost my way. Until when I thought all my hope was lost, the deadric prince showed himself to me. He mocked me, but told me what I wanted to know, and even… promised to help me get back home. If I was willing to accept his gift. A gift he would’ve normally bestowed ages ago, but was foiled by a snow fox, Elfhood for the race of Atmora, the Nords. I then simply accepted. Not thinking it through, since I just wanted to get out of there. And… That’s where I am now.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“A Nord Elf…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan finished.

<p class="MsoNormal">Magvir looked a bit puzzled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So the tales are true then?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Of Ysgramor being destined to be Elven kin…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan shrugged.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I guess.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“haha! That’s some news… And it just proves everything!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan found the smith’s sudden burst of joy, unsettling.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you mean?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Talos, nords… men! and everything, it was never meant to be. You were supposed to be Elves!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan really didn’t want to get into the religious aspects of it all.

<p class="MsoNormal">He just wanted some assurance and a sword. So he could finally save Manja.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh this is great news! And yes… You do look like a brand new elf.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Magvir again carefully looked at Rowan’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“hmm…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nor… mer…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Normer.” The altmer sounded pleased.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Normer what?” Rowan didn’t entirely get it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s what you are, my friend.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“A Normer, A Nord Elf…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan remained a bit silent

<p class="MsoNormal">“Normer huh? … I guess that is what I am now…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Absolutely.” Magvir sounded.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan seem to agree with the name. As if this Magvir character had any authority over that. Either way it’s not like he could speak elvish, so he took the smith on his word.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had something to call himself now at least.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I do wonder… Can I feel at your chest for a bit?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was kind of stumped by that particular question.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What? Why?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just… let me feel for a second.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Altmer quickly placed his hand on the Normer’s chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan rolled with his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“There… Why’d you do that.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your heartrate, my friend.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“My heart rate?” Rowan wondered as also he now put his hand on his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">He quickly panicked when he noticed just how slow it went.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mara preserve! That’s slow!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, seems old herma mora thought of everything…” magvir smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ll age like an Elf too it seems.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was sort of startled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What? You mean I live forever.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm, about 1200 years give or take.” Magvir informed as if it was nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan’s eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s… Too long!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“perhaps… You’ll find something to do. I’m sure… We all do.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh and you can forget about Sovngard, my friend. You’re not going there anymore.”

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