ᑕYᖇOᗪIᒪ. The land of Imperials, home to the imperial city. I remember running through the swampland, and just as I crossed the border, I was surrounded by lush forests, and light green grassy plains. It was different. I was in Black Marsh my whole life, I felt free.
Away from all the Dark Elf slavers. I was free.
The first city I saw was Bravil. I felt safe, within the walls, surrounded by the Niben Bay. I felt like staying there, so I stayed at the local inn. I couldn't fall asleep for a couple of nights. I thought the Dark Elves would come after me.
So I had to find something to keep myself busy.
The inn had a bookshelf near the bar. I found a couple of books that interested me, and went back to my room. I wasn't a real good reader, my Argonian brethren and I were never thought to read, as it wasn't important to them, so I thought myself, although I wasn't that great at it.
The books I had picked up were all about a "Technologically advanced race", known as the Dwemer, or dwarves. This somehow intrigued me, so I stayed up night after night. Reading each book, studying this lost race of people.
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Elder Scrolls Original Character: RazMkeel
Fanfiction*All the ideas in this story are thought of by me, including the Character, Name, Backstory, ect. We are going to delve into diverse people in the Elder Scrolls universe, some important, some enslaved, but will rise throughout their peers, and stand...
