The story itself:Lyrinn, a Breton, of whom up till now lived in the lands of Highrock, in a village that boarders near Skyrim; wakes one day to turmoil down in the gully.
Smoke rose.
The village that had originally banned her, now lay dangerously close in embers.
Cries rise up.
Sprinting, she takes the footpath down.
There, she spies the herd in perpetual fear: hurtling themselves in all directions.
Shouts are heard. Children bawl.
No one was fighting. No one was defending.
The screams continue. An explosion is heard to her right.
The demolition, being lead in the center of it all: by tall men in black, and gold hooded robes.
Demands are bellowed out.
In the core, stood what she could only assume to be the authority figure: much like the villages Captain, which of whom she now saw lay surrounded by rubble and cinders.
He pointed to a group of men heading South; toward the forest. She couldn't make out what he had said at first.
Hazardous, she muffles her movements, ducking from building to building.
She hears yells coming from the south.
Wails from the North.
She's close now: The man in the center, riveted flaxen skin. His eyes, which she could barely see, appeared to be wide; crazed. She observed; his hand lowered. He smiles slightly; pleased. His mouth parts.
He's talking to himself.
Inclined, she listens. Loathing.
"You've gotten what you deserve....
But I'm not finished.
Not until I find you."
"And your voice was all I heard. That I get what I deserve.."
So started the inspiration, admiration, and loathing of Lyrinn to follow the man to Summerset.
I am taking this story in a different Direction; Different view and such as I am stuck.The original work of this idea had started years ago when Skyrim had first come out. Before then I had been playing Oblivion; and no mention of the Thalmor (Aldmeri Dominion) had really been mentioned at all.
When I first began the play through: It was an instant click. My primary interest had been the Thalmor. I didn't much care for the dragons, or any real aspect of a Dragon Born, as that had been a friend of mines obsession. He hated the Thalmor. A true Nord. He had explained all he knew of them when I had asked, and helped with the primary research of this story.
Skip ahead 5 years and here we are now.. Due to some privacy concerns the original work had been taken down, and in a rush of things, I admit, I had forgotten to keep all the files. Which consisted of basic story, names, locations, well... everything.
Starting a new, I had decided to take this in a total different direction than the original work in New Divide: Thalmor Academy and turn it into a three-part story. Honestly, after fighting with the original transcript/outline, this new one had just.. flowed. What was suppose to be a short one-fan based story turned into a whole life.
The outline process had been complete for the second, and the ending of the first is done.
But I'll be damned if I can't do it.
My goal is to have at least the first part done by NaNoWriMo (November, 2020), and have the second part half done with very little changes so I can still post chapters that month.
Second, have a MINIMUM of 1 chapter every two weeks. Occasionally, I will admit, It may be more. I'm not very consistent; Not being able to look at electronics (screens) very long doesn't help at all either.
(With the rumours of the new Elder Scrolls 6 location being in either Highrock (2019) or Summerset (2018)--
It was then I realized I had actually wanted to complete this story before it was released.
Come 2020 now, It's been Rumoured it will be set in Hammerfell-Highrock or Valnenwood, and will be released 2021.
This gives me a dead line for full completion; a goal.)
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New Divided Trilogy: Thalmor Academy
FanfictionLyrinn, a "Breton" on a search and destroy mission to follow the last known soldier and survivor after the attack of Highrock, Vice-Director, Ondolemar. The only supposed man who knows of the person she desires to meet. Whilst on the mission, she le...