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Star Gazer

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The Epic of Seven
This story originally follows the mis-adventures of a man, mysteriously named Seven. This adventure takes place after the assassination of Ulfric Stormcloak, and in his place, a dreadful group of bandits and pirates named The Apes have taken over. They attacked and took Windhelm when it was weak, and have made toll-roads and forts all along the west-most border of Skyrim, slowly seeping in towards Riften, and moving farther East. This story will be comprised of books, and chapters. I will be trying a new method of writing. This is intended to be my last story, and hopefully my longest. I will be taking unused quirks and awesomeness from my other stories and integrating them into this one. It will tie all both my role-play & game-play characters and misc. ideas together in one last adventure. One last epic adventure.​
The Epic of Seven
 

Star Gazer

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Book One: Metamorphosis
Chapter 1
It all began on the lonely town of Iron-Gaine, located above Dragon-Bridge, East of Solitude, and hidden in the snowy Haafingar mountains. The town claims to be the home of many nordic warriors and adventurers. Beautiful women and strong men, who raise strong children and heirs to the throne, which is the town itself. It was fairly large, bigger than most towns, and considered a major city in the Haafingar Hold. It attracted many wanderers and pilgrims, both for personal and religious journeys. It was a very peaceful and kind-feeling place in the mountains. The large village boasted it's fine and wealthy estates and was called home by many large and powerful political figures. It was sometimes seen as a different Hold entirely, secluded from the rest of the world. It was ruled by a kingly man named Idar, and his son, Idarak. Idar was a large, fitting ruler with a long, blond beard and a large, kind heart. He treated the people of Iron-Gaine as his own kin, and provided the town with everything it could ever need.
There was no room for weakness in Iron-Gaine, and all of the children had to be brought up strong and tough, but Idarak, the king's son, was placed in a protective cocoon from the moment he was born. Other than the town itself, Idarak was all that his father had, and he was treated as so. He was given everything he asked, and when he asked the impossible, he only became angry and had men struck down "In the name of Iron-Gaine!". The town was perfect, but forced to be controlled by a brat. For a few years, the town endured Idarak's crudeness, but Iron-Gaine softened the long fall of the citizens with it's warm people and feelings.
Many years later, Idar, the leader of Iron-Gaine, died from disease. The men and women of the village were filled with sorrow for the loss of a great leader. They were mournful of his death, but mourned for the next generation, for it would be under the control of Idarak. Prayers were lifted to the divines and gods that his reign would be an easy one, and if things got out of hand, help would come from another hold or nearby city, but they knew this would never happen. The city was in an isolation beyond their help. They would have to face this task alone, all by their lonesome. Who knew that, although the city had lived hundreds of years and endured relentless winters, bandit raids, forsworn attacks, and the sparks of the Stormcloak Rebellion, it would be ended by a mere child?​
It was a sad sight, indeed, to see the clueless child sat upon the throne of Iron-Gaine, the wise words of his father slipped from his mind. He was ruling with an iron fist, acting and relying upon instinct and a form of "inheritance" to guide him through his rule. Expectation hit him like a stampede. He was inexperienced and had yet to see his twelfth Winter. Executions were held daily for those who disobeyed Idarak's ridiculous laws. His harsh and cruel punishment led to loss of number and defenses, and the town often fell victim to the Forsworn and their relentless attacks in the mountains that bordered High-Rock. The death-rate skyrocketed, the town suffered from a maniacal leader, the people suffered from weak walls and forsworn warriors, and the children suffered from lack of food. The streets were littered with bodies and most children died at an early age due to starvation or disease.​
Internal conflict sprouted from the dirty streets of Iron-Gaine. Rebellion erupted here and there, homes were burned to the ground, people were violently executed or killed, and the walls of the town were reduced to rubble before Idarak's eyes. He knew his reign would end. He knew it would also end violently. He needed a loop-hole. He needed an ace in the hole, a way out of this town. A way to cheat death. He needed a scapegoat.​
Idarak sent out a small detachment of his most trusted men to find a boy who looked like himself. He wanted a perfect, harmless boy who wouldn't put up a fight or cause a scene. He hand-picked an orphaned, nordic boy, with white hair and soft skin, much like himself. He had a carriage prepared for him, and fled, but not before issuing a new law to cover his tracks;​
"Any Child, male or female, under the age of five years, shall be put to death. Extreme shortages of food have left us with no choice but to conserve all necessary items for the well-being of our own selves and the town, Iron-Gaine. It heavies my heart that it has come to this conclusion, but our inability to collect enough to sustain our own lives frightens me and makes me fear the future of our beloved town." *Sealed with the Mark of King Idarak, Lord of Iron-Gaine*​
The town was in shambles. Men, women, and children were massacred, every building was broken into, set aflame, and destroyed, blood flooded the cobble-stone streets of the once-beautiful city, and her peoples were in an outrage of blind fury. They charged the Palace of King Idarak and destroyed it entirely, beating the supposed "king" and leaving him as close to death as possible. The boy was beyond human recognition, and Idarak's plan had worked. The people surrounded the innocent boy, lusting for his death, but seeking justice. This was no ordinary condition. He deserved the darkest dungeon. The peoples wanted him destroyed, but from the inside-out. They wanted him to burn in the darkest circle of hell. They wanted him erased from existence. They wanted their loved-ones, their children, and their home. They wanted their memories, their town, their honor, and their sweet memories of Iron-Gaine back.​
They declared that with his destruction, they will rebuild the city anew. They will demolish any trace of Idarak from this world and restore the town to it's former glory. They took the framed boy to Solitude, badly beaten, bruised, and gagging on his own blood, they dragged him into Castle-Dour as he took his last glimpse of sunlight, through the dungeons, down many long flights of stairs, past many iron-doors, and slammed into the floor of a cold cell. The door smashed closed, and written on the outside in a blood-like substance was the roman numeral: VII
 

Star Gazer

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Book One: Metamorphosis
Chapter 2
The young boy finally came to his senses on the stone-cold floor of the cell. It was dirty, it smelled like mold, and it was dark. There was absolutely no light, and he couldn't see his own hands, held before his face. There was a small pile of hay and an animal skin to sleep on. The animal which the skin belonged to couldn't be determined due to the darkness. There were strange sounds and screams coming from the hall, but were barely detectible through the thick, stone walls.​
For a long while, the boy felt along the walls of his cell. He studied every crack and every space where the walls met each-other. He began to arrange the makeshift bed in complete darkness, when the iron door was swung open, screeching against the floor. Three men came in, and explained to him what had happened. He was deemed an evil tyrant and charged with the murder of countless beings. In return for the evil that was placed on him, he was plagued with a "Riddance", which meant that he was ridden of his natural rights. He was stripped of his clothes and beaten by the third man. By his screams and constant mention of revenge, the boy inferred that the aggressor was from Iron-Gaine.​
The beating was severe. The man was in a blind rage, and was held back when it seemed that the boy could take no more. He was left in a bleeding state, injury piled upon injury both from the man, and the day before by the civilians of his town. He was a nobody. He wondered if he was cursed. His parents had been long dead, and now it seemed he would be next. He was unable to think clearly, and fell unconscious in a sickened state onto the pile of hay.​
Again, he awoke, but to a strange sound. A quiet vibration seeped through the wall to his right. He felt all along the side of the wall, and found a small, mouse-hole sized gap. The noise stopped suddenly. The boy called once, then hollered loudly a second time into the hole. In response, the gap vibrated once again. It was his only non-aggressive human contact he had received in days. Again, the metal door swung open, creating the frightening sound. Two men approached this time. The boy huddled into a corner, but was pulled to the center of the room. A soggy loaf of stale bread was thrown to him, and a few glasses of water were placed near his door. He feasted upon his bread and was thrown into hysteric crying at the first bite. He remained in tears the rest of the night.​
Many months passed. The boy could barely remember any traces of color or light, warmth or laughter. He was reduced to nothing, and was treated as a monster by his jailers. He didn't know what he had even done anymore, any trace of Idarak had been forgotten, and everything else seemed like a beautiful dream. He was beaten a few times a week by a man named Hinde. Hinde was a bald man with big, meaty fists and large muscles. He was paid by the citizens of Iron-Gaine to keep the suspected "Idarak" in a hell beyond fire and brimstone. Hinde was the only man the boy had seen in a long time, and between them grew a strange bond.​
Their bond was similar to a father and son's, except Hinde passed along beatings instead of knowledge. Although he was tortured beyond belief, the boy appreciated it. Hinde was like a father to him, and their relationship reminded him of vivid images of his own family. Hinde sensed the bond as well, and watched it grow, as he was subconsciously bonding with the boy, beating after beating. It had gotten to a point to where the boy looked forward to Hinde's visits, and after beatings they would discuss things for a small amount of time before Hinde was required elsewhere. Their conversations were plain and simple, many of which consisted of the boy asking about the outside world. Hinde was questioned about the man in the cell to his right, the cell with which he had a conversation through vibration. Hinde explained the man bluntly as "rebellious". He was a middle-aged man who had spent a few years in the cell, named Simon.​
Simon was justly charged with Riddance as punishment for massacring men and women in the mountains near Riverwood. He often put up fights against Hinde when he visited. The boy had conversed with Simon later that night through the small mouse-hole, his only connection to a world outside of his own cell.​
Few years passed, the boy had grown, but barely at all. The constant beatings had stunted his growth and kept him short in stature. He was accustomed to Hinde's beatings, and learned to love pain. Hinde sometimes arrived intoxicated. His beatings were shorter, but with more force. Hinde's drunken conversations were always the boy's favorites. These were the only instances in which Hinde opened up to the boy. He learned that Hinde was actually a soft man who hated his job and had a rough relationship with his wife and child. He could barely feed his family, so he was forced into this line of work. The boy felt sorry for him, and wished Hinde could be as happy as he was in the cell. He became content with all of the nothingness he had. He enjoyed sleep, beatings, Hinde, and the vibrations through the wall with Simon.​
One particular day, Hinde arrived, bruised and with a black eye, and had beaten the boy senseless. The boy knew something was horribly wrong, but did not know what it could possibly be. Hinde was dripping with a strange, dark liquid. They had no conversation that day, and the boy was unable to sleep. He moved to the wall to his right and called to Simon. There was no reply. The boy called again and again, until he realized what the liquid on Hinde actually was. Blood. Simon's blood.​
 

Star Gazer

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Book One: Metamorphosis
Chapter 3
The boy yelled many times into the mouse-hole. The one doorway out of this cell, but it now led to nothingness. There was nothing but him. Him and his cell. He lay on the stone floor, beaten and bruised as he always was, but this time he felt it beyond just pain. Something inside of him had broken. It seemed as if a part of his soul had fallen away. His final shred of sanity, held in the cell to his right, had been taken from him. The final voice of reason had been silenced. He felt an anger towards Hinde that a child feels towards his parents in return for punishment. Whatever little trace of humanity was given to him was stripped back from him.​
Everything in his life was gone, and he now had nothing to live for. Nothing but Hinde. He hated Hinde with a burning fire that ate his thought and emotion. A consuming flame that took the little boy from his body. It left a carcass of emptiness on the stone floor. The emotion was too much to bear, and the boy began to beat himself against the wall, wailing loudly. He knocked himself out cold, crumbling to the ground with an aura of utter and complete, eternal lonelyness.​
He could no longer remember his name, his family, his friends. He no longer remembered the town of Iron-Gaine. His mind had left his body, and was viewing himself in third person. He saw himself as a small, frail body, writhing in his dirty cell. His mind was clear when he focused on the figure. He did not like what he saw. He realized that he was nothing but a broken human, driven by no force except weakness. He was battered and bruised, and he was barely taller than he was when thrown in the cell. His hair and nails had stopped growing, his body had refused any growth in order to repair every injury, every dislocation, cut, gouge, every bruise. They had taken his life, and his will to live. He no longer knew anything beautiful, not even his mother.​
He wondered if he even had a mother or a father, or if he was placed in this cell from birth. He wondered if he was cursed by the gods, forced to carry the suffering and burdens of every living person, obligated to take all the pain of the world. As he looked at his body, he was pulled back in by a mysterious force, a force named rage. He was completely paralyzed by this force, and he could do nothing about it. Every second that passed, the more infuriated he became. He thought he would die with all this anger and bitterness inside of him. Anger built every second until he knew he would explode, his body vibrated like a strong river, and was hot like fire.​
He felt movement in his spine, as if something was leaving him. He yelled as his spine was pulled out through his neck, but he realized there was nothing. He spread his arms out wide, and screamed with all his force. He screamed with everything he had left in his life, and let even the heavens know how deep in the earth he was. He was completely drained, and with no energy left, was hit with a sleep that felt like death.​
He awoke with four men surrounding him, tending to his body and giving him water. In the corner of the room was Hinde, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. The four men softly placed him on the floor. The anger was gone, and replaced by confusion. He was given copious amounts of water, and tended to by the men. He knew he had no right to be treated like this, as he had been rid of his natural rights by his own town. Hinde looked upon him with a grievously, obviously concerned for the boy's life. The four men left, and Hinde sat with the boy.​
He explained how he had called medical professionals in for the boy, paying them from his own wallet. The man knew what had to be done. Almost every day for the majority of the boy's life had Hinde beaten him, just because he was paid to do so. He owed the child his entire life. Blood streamed from the boy's forehead, and without another word, Hinde left.​
A strong presence and a light tapping was heard behind. The boy swung around clumsily, calling out to the darkness, The known unknown. A small voice called back from the pitch black corner of the stone room. A soft echo bounced off of the walls. The boy shut his eyes tightly, focusing on the presence. "Are y-you Death?" The boy asked, surprised at the hoarseness of his own voice.​
I'm Simon, replied the sweet-sounding voice. "I used to have a friend with the same name." The boy said, softly, very shy. He smiled, approaching the sound. He knelt down, finding the voice. It was a small object, soft, kind. It fit in his hand. What is your name?, the item asked. After clearing his throat, he responded, "People like to call me Seven, since I live in room Seven." You know how Hinde feels about you? He is guilty. the small object said. "No, Hinde doesn't like me anymore. He killed my friend." Hinde loves you like a son. His own boy resents him, his wife was killed by bandits. He has nothing more to fight for. He is on your side. You have fought your entire life, against Death himself. Death is jealous, he wants you."I know." replied the boy. "I don't think I'll die. I like it here." Yes, I know. You will have to leave here, someday. he said, to the boy's dismay. Just wait and see. it said, conclusively. The child placed the object back to the floor, meditating on it's words and falling asleep.
 

Star Gazer

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Book One: Metamorphosis
Chapter 4
He woke again, startled by a steady stream of water coming from the ceiling. He wondered where the water was coming from, as there was never a leak in the roof since he was so far underground. He recalled the voice from the night before and called out to it, but there was no response. There were sounds of scampering feet from outside, and voices could very faintly be heard through the thick stone walls. A loud crash echoed through the halls of the dungeon. Seven was excited, because things like this never occurred this far below the real world.​
He found a sudden peace within him. A peace in the form of change. This was different from anything that Seven could remember. Then, he felt dread. The same strange power that coursed through his veins after the death of his friend had returned, except he wasn't angry. The power felt greater than the feeling before, and this time it seemed to be under his control.​
Is this… Change? he thought to himself. He tried to test how much of this power he could feel at once by extending his arms and legs out and feeling the immense sensation grow as the strange power flowed through his body. Just then, a small flicker of light emerged from the palms of his hands. It lasted mere seconds, but it illuminated his entire chamber. For once, he saw the room as it really was; dark, rife with black mold. He finally saw, albeit for only seconds, the walls which he had run his hands over for many years. Seven was enlightened, and began to laugh, which was also unknown to him.​
He wanted to explore this power to it's full potential, and he placed his hands on the stone walls. He brought the power back again, but focused the essence of his entire body into his fingertips as he touched the stone. He could feel a bubbling sensation as the stone became smooth and cold. He tapped it with one of his cracked, dirty fingernails to find that it sounded of the same material of which Hinde's armor was made. A Metal of some sort.​
Seven spent the next few hours attempting to explore the possibilities of his power, but he became weak, and fell asleep. He woke to hear the iron door swing wide open, Hinde walking through as he had done thousands of times before to beat Seven. Hinde noticed the wide smile on Seven's face. "It's actually nice to see you with a smile on your face for once, boy. What are you so happy about?" he said. Seven said nothing, but reached his arms and legs out wide and sent the same ball of light out of his hands. Hinde was astonished, and fell back to the wall. "What sort of magic is that? Who taught you this?" he inquired demandingly in a low voice. Seven was scared, but then said, "Look, I made metal on the wall!" in an attempt to cheer him up, so the beating wouldn't be so harsh. By the light of Seven's hands, Hinde saw a dim, jagged reflection of his shadow on the wall. Hinde backed up, and laughed to Seven's relief. "Boy, this isn't just any metal. This is silver!" He exclaimed. Seven didn't know what silver was, but knew that it made Hinde happy.
"With this power, you know I can't let you rot in here," He whispered, "I'm the only one who ever comes in here. Nobody would notice if you were gone". Seven was reluctant at first, but then remembered what the mysterious voice told him the other day. "You have to leave here someday," he heard again. Seven agreed. Hinde explained that it would take him a few hours to prepare Seven's escape, and told him that he could only rest in Solitude for about a day before people start questioning him. "You have a great power, boy. Unfortunately for me, I will never have a chance to leave this city..." His face contorted in anger, "…to enact justice on the bandits that killed my wife," he said. He took out an amulet that was hidden underneath his armor, removed it, and handed it to Seven. "This is a symbol of our promise. I will give you your freedom, if you promise me that you will hunt down the bandits. They call themselves The Apes, and they are now well-known across Skyrim. Will you do this for me, boy?" He asked. Seven was unsure if he could kill anything, but to wipeout a group of bandits was out of the question. Seven looked to the ground, and although he was not strong enough to fight at the moment, he replied with a strong and firm "Yes".
 

Star Gazer

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Book One: Metamorphosis
Chapter 5

It took a few days for Hinde to come back, but Seven was patient. He was busy making a plan to fulfill his promise. Hinde said that he would only have a few days to gather supplies in Solitude, so he figured that he would spend those days wisely. As he ate the poorly prepared prison food, he wondered if this would be the last time he would see Hinde. He longed to be out of this damned cell from the day he was thrown into it, but then again, it was all that he knew. The boy knew no other place and no other person. He would be building his life from scratch, building not only a new perspective, but a new world.

He faintly heard footsteps from behind the iron door. Excitement and dread built up inside of his chest as the new world awaited. The door opened slowly and carefully. Hinde did not come into the room, but beckoned Seven outside. He was holding a torch, which hurt the boy's eyes. "Come. This way." Hinde said. Seven slowly made his way out of the cell. His knees were weak when he saw the long corridor leading to a lighted staircase, and laughed joyfully that he was out of that room. Hinde motioned for him to shut up, and closed the door softly, pointing to the stairs. They moved very quickly through the halls of the dungeon, and Seven saw many iron doors, much like his, lining the walls of the corridor. He didn't know what emotions to feel as he realized that every cell housed a person just like him.

They emerged from the dark dungeon to the ground-level of a large building. The staircase they took led to an empty side-room which seemed to be used for storage. There was a wooden wagon with barrels on it sitting near the corner. "I need you to get into one of these barrels, boy," he said, "We are going outside. When I knock three times on the top of the barrel, that means it is safe to come out."

Seven was scared, and as he climbed into the barrel, he thought about those people in the dungeon that they left behind. Aren't they coming too? he thought to himself. The friendly presence appeared on his shoulder, and by the light through the cracks in the top of the barrel, Seven could finally see what it was. It was a small, green caterpillar. A harmless creature. "No, they aren't coming. Many of them are here for a reason. You do remember what this place is. Right? If they were released, many people could get hurt." it explained.

Seven was confused, but knew the caterpillar was smarter than him, so he didn't question it. The wagon started to move. "How did you know I would be leaving that place?" he asked it. "I was sent to lead you onto this path, but now that you are free, I can only accompany you on your journey." Seven had many questions. Who was this? Who sent him? Why is he helping me? but felt as if it would be a waste to ask them. Seven heard the sound of opening doors, and as he was pulled outside, bright light peeked through the cracks of the barrel. The light was brighter than anything he had ever seen. They moved for a few minutes before stopping. Hinde knocked sharply three times on the barrel, and said goodbye before Seven could open it. Hinde left, leaving Seven and Simon, the caterpillar, alone.

Seven pushed up on the lid of the barrel, but it wouldn't budge. He pushed harder, then pushed up with his legs, but was still unable to open it. He heard the sound of somebody coming closer to him, and thought it was Hinde. Oh good. Maybe Hinde can get me out of here. he thought to himself. To Seven's surprise, he heard a woman's voice. "Endarie, is this the new shipment of cloth?" she called out, to which another woman called back angrily, "It was supposed to arrive today, so I assume somebody brought it and dropped it off here. Bring it inside!"

The wagon began to move again, bouncing up and down over the cobblestone roads. They entered a building and the wagon was brought into the back room. One woman tried to open the barrel that Seven was in, but realized it was stuck. "Do we have something I could open this container with?" she called. Again, the angry voice shouted back, "There are tools downstairs! Why are you so dependent on other people to do things for you?!" "Yes Ma'am." the girl replied, leaving the wagon unattended.

Seven waited until he was sure he was alone before trying to open the lid before the woman arrived with the tools. He pushed hard with his legs against the roof, then tried opening it from the side. He leaned back, and lunged with his shoulder into the side of the barrel, toppling it over, opening as it crashed onto the ground. Seven hit his head on the stone floor, but crawled out and looked around. There were folded clothes assorted throughout the room. He took a belted tunic out from a dresser and swapped it for his dungeon rags. It felt good to finally be wearing actual clothes.

He heard the woman downstairs call, "I can't find it! Can you show me where it is?" Seven heard the other woman mutter "Damn useless!" and throw down everything she had in her hands on the ground as she stormed downstairs to help. Seven pulled the wagon back to the front door, opened it, and went outside. It was the first breath of fresh air he had taken in years. It revitalized him, and he suddenly felt confident that he would survive.
 

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