Seanu Reaves
The Shogun of Gaming
(First Attempt at FanFic so please help me get better )
Prologue:
An Old Imperial sits on a hill waiting to die. His little house in Rorrikstead stands beaten down behind him. No, He thought, Hold in there Severus. Throughout his life there was no profit in that. He closed his eyes as a breeze rolled through, and catching his gray beard Severus started smiling. Each morning breathing in the crisp morning Skyrim air Severus was happy, and in his life happiness was a great treasure besides real treasure of course. He watch the elk prance around the valley fields as a sabre cat stalked closer. "I remember when I was a hunter like you," Severus whispered to himself, "Unfortunately time hunts down even the strongest of us." The old man turned back and walked back to his house barely glancing at the grave he came to see every morning. He opened the door to his simple house to see a master crafted ebony mace and glass shield hang above his mantle. His mind drifted to the chest holding his old armor still as efectinve as the day he bought and improved the fit and re-enforced the material. He also thought of all the skooma he had buried to signified his new start. Bygone weapons of a bygone man, Severus thought. And so went Severus' days with his son moving on as a successful merchant.
One day there was a knock on Severus' door. Grumbling Severus walked to the door and yelled,"I'm poor I don't want or can afford you wares!" "Oh are you sure about that?" A strong voice that Severus barely recognised rang out. Severus quickly opened the door, and saw his young son standing outside,"Avitus! My boy! What are you doing here?" Severus hugged his son picking up the younger man. "My father I see being a blacksmith perserved your strength. How are you?" Rubbing his chest needless to say Avitus didn't have the roughest life. Severus laughed,"Well enough how are the wife and kids?" And on que Minerva appeared ushering her three children.
Tarkus was the oldest, thirteen and already had the body of a boy three years his senior. Maria was the middle child and the only girl, she took an interest in the merchant business and had a stealthy streak. And lastly, Ezio the youngest and he was a thinker. Severus also suspected he had a bit of magical talent likely from his mother because Minerva was a breton. Tarkus simple bowed and said,"Grandfather." But Maria and Ezio where squeeling, "Grandpa!" "Hello children. Tarkus your growing strong the legion will be proud to say they could field such a strong soldier. Maria your getting quite beautiful. And Ezio you sound so grown up you must be stuying well." The children where soon smiling widely at the praise.
Soon, they where each asking," Grandpa will you tell us some stories?" Minerva chastized her kids,"Your grandpa is tired, don't worry his so much." And went back to cooking. "Oh It is quite fine my dear," Severus turned to his anxious audience,"So what do you want to hear?" Ezio spoke up first,"What about The Bandit and The Quest for Auriel's Bow?" Maria imedately piped in,"I love Seraphina. She was really strong and clever and brave and..." She was interupted by Takus,"All that is great but Salthar was the best. Strong smart and was always in control and the strongest." Ezio pouted and said,"But Drapor and Ysarth where the only real heroic people. Grandpa who is right?" Severus laughed at his grandchildren, the look in his eyes was of recalling a memory not a story,"I alway preferr the bandit, but I wouldn't want a fight to start so I will tell you a new story of the clever bandit. An origin of sorts." Maria mad a face of disgust,"I don't like Indicum he is way to vulgar." Avitus's head twitched as he heard that this would be a new story. He heard hints from his father of his past, but his father was close to the chest with his black history. Avitus once asked his father when he was a boy about The Bandit and the Search for Auriel's Bow, Avitus knew it was a fairy tale version of a real chain of events. Severus raised his voice,"Gather around, Avitus I see your interested join us, you as well Minerva no need to work so much." Severus took out his old travel beaten lute struck a chord, and cleared his voice.
Prologue:
An Old Imperial sits on a hill waiting to die. His little house in Rorrikstead stands beaten down behind him. No, He thought, Hold in there Severus. Throughout his life there was no profit in that. He closed his eyes as a breeze rolled through, and catching his gray beard Severus started smiling. Each morning breathing in the crisp morning Skyrim air Severus was happy, and in his life happiness was a great treasure besides real treasure of course. He watch the elk prance around the valley fields as a sabre cat stalked closer. "I remember when I was a hunter like you," Severus whispered to himself, "Unfortunately time hunts down even the strongest of us." The old man turned back and walked back to his house barely glancing at the grave he came to see every morning. He opened the door to his simple house to see a master crafted ebony mace and glass shield hang above his mantle. His mind drifted to the chest holding his old armor still as efectinve as the day he bought and improved the fit and re-enforced the material. He also thought of all the skooma he had buried to signified his new start. Bygone weapons of a bygone man, Severus thought. And so went Severus' days with his son moving on as a successful merchant.
One day there was a knock on Severus' door. Grumbling Severus walked to the door and yelled,"I'm poor I don't want or can afford you wares!" "Oh are you sure about that?" A strong voice that Severus barely recognised rang out. Severus quickly opened the door, and saw his young son standing outside,"Avitus! My boy! What are you doing here?" Severus hugged his son picking up the younger man. "My father I see being a blacksmith perserved your strength. How are you?" Rubbing his chest needless to say Avitus didn't have the roughest life. Severus laughed,"Well enough how are the wife and kids?" And on que Minerva appeared ushering her three children.
Tarkus was the oldest, thirteen and already had the body of a boy three years his senior. Maria was the middle child and the only girl, she took an interest in the merchant business and had a stealthy streak. And lastly, Ezio the youngest and he was a thinker. Severus also suspected he had a bit of magical talent likely from his mother because Minerva was a breton. Tarkus simple bowed and said,"Grandfather." But Maria and Ezio where squeeling, "Grandpa!" "Hello children. Tarkus your growing strong the legion will be proud to say they could field such a strong soldier. Maria your getting quite beautiful. And Ezio you sound so grown up you must be stuying well." The children where soon smiling widely at the praise.
Soon, they where each asking," Grandpa will you tell us some stories?" Minerva chastized her kids,"Your grandpa is tired, don't worry his so much." And went back to cooking. "Oh It is quite fine my dear," Severus turned to his anxious audience,"So what do you want to hear?" Ezio spoke up first,"What about The Bandit and The Quest for Auriel's Bow?" Maria imedately piped in,"I love Seraphina. She was really strong and clever and brave and..." She was interupted by Takus,"All that is great but Salthar was the best. Strong smart and was always in control and the strongest." Ezio pouted and said,"But Drapor and Ysarth where the only real heroic people. Grandpa who is right?" Severus laughed at his grandchildren, the look in his eyes was of recalling a memory not a story,"I alway preferr the bandit, but I wouldn't want a fight to start so I will tell you a new story of the clever bandit. An origin of sorts." Maria mad a face of disgust,"I don't like Indicum he is way to vulgar." Avitus's head twitched as he heard that this would be a new story. He heard hints from his father of his past, but his father was close to the chest with his black history. Avitus once asked his father when he was a boy about The Bandit and the Search for Auriel's Bow, Avitus knew it was a fairy tale version of a real chain of events. Severus raised his voice,"Gather around, Avitus I see your interested join us, you as well Minerva no need to work so much." Severus took out his old travel beaten lute struck a chord, and cleared his voice.