Madrar
The Shadow in the Dark.
AN: Hey guys, a lot of you wanted me to write a back story for Salthar. Here's chapter one. I won't get it done this month, but this'll just be a taste.
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Chapter One
The Imperial City
4E 175
Salthar Vivarian woke with a start, as someone shook him awake. His hand on the dagger he kept with him even while he slept, to see the gold and red armour of an elven soldier bending over him. "Sir?, Lord Naarifin commands your presence"
Salthar nodded "Tell his lordship I'll be there momentarily" the soldier nodded and withdrew from the tent.
He rolled out of bed, and stretched to his full six foot height. Scars criss-crossed his chest and abdomen, some fresher than others. His golden flesh shone in the faint light piercing the fabric of his tent. He reached his red tunic and pants, put them, on, and then equipped his armour. Thrusting his tent flap to the side, and marched across the dirt path that had been created by hundreds of tramping boots.
Salthar enjoyed a lot of respect as an Aldemeri Commander. He'd earned that rank, and many of his scars during the oblivion crisis, fighting on the Sumerset Islands. He'd kept his rank by siding with the Thalmor when they seized power. Both he and his younger brother, Vengar, led divisions of approximately five hundred Altmer swordsmen, two hundred Bosmer archers, and fifty Khajiit scouts.
He and his men had seen much action at the beggining of the invasion. Now, they camped outside the conquered Imperial city. Lord Naarifin, who saw himself as something of a tactical genius, lorded it over the captured humans. Despite the fact that the emperor had escaped with a large force, the elven lord seemed to have conveniently 'forgotten' them, and believed the war as well as won.
"The man's an idiot" Salthar muttered under his voice, as he approached the gold and black fabric of lord Naarifins' command tent. Taking a breath to fortify himself for the confrontation ahead, he swept the flap aside, and cleared his throat.