Fan: Weaver

Weaver is a fan fiction novel and prequel to An Oblivion Tale. It follows the life of Asylum Weaver when he is born to his parents, detailing his rise from a young street urchin to a mischievous pirate to a hero. It is being written by TheLoneClone.

One
The waves tossed as the wind tore throughout the land. Jaram Weaver, a young Redguard male at the age of twenty-seven, ran a hand through his unkempt short, dark hair. Once he finished his pawing at the curls, they were left in tangled mess as he stared at the approaching harbor.

"Just another fifteen minutes, mate!" the captain of the vessel--the Wind Rider--yelled to Jaram. The young man turned to captain, a Khajiit named Jo'Rak, and said, "All right. I'll go on below deck." The captain nodded his assessment and continued to steer the ship closer towards the town of Anvil as Jaram marched down the ancient creaking steps into the lower planes of the ship.

A hallway with five pairs of room was waiting before the Redguard. The first to his left was his own bedroom, which he had paid for with some gold coins he had worked to get doing volunteer work for an elderly merchant. The next on the left was the captain's quarters, signified by the colored tapestry hung over the door. The other rooms were assorted between the rest of the crew and the other passengers--of whom there weren't many. There were only three other crew members and two passengers.

Jaram moved to his room and wrapped his hand around the cold, metal handle, turning it slightly. The door creaked open as the young man entered the room, taking in every detail. The cracks in the floor, the old wooden walls, the burnt desk that was attached to the ground. But it was the item on the desk that caught his eye.

To Jaram, the most beautiful woman was captured within that frame. Her dark brown hair draped over her shoulders, the brown locks bushy as ever. The artist had worked for nearly five hours recreating Jaram's wife's likeness on the old, wrinkled piece of paper--and he had been paid handsomely for his work.

That was where he was headed now. His wife, Nara, was in Anvil. The two had been married a year earlier, when an opportunity came for Jaram in a nearby land for him to study business like he had wanted to when he was younger. Understandably, Nara let him go. Just a month after he had arrived at his job, a letter had arrived at the home that Jaram was staying at that said that she was, in fact, pregnant. Jaram had joyfully asked his employer for a leave to go and be with Nara. Two weeks after they had seen one another, Jaram returned home. Now, the baby had begun to be born. It wasn't long until he was headed back to Anvil to see his child born.

The ship rocked on the waves as he picked up the framed picture, sitting on his cot. "Don't worry, my dear," he mumbled quietly, a slight smile sparking up in the corners of his mouth. "I'll see you soon."

- - -

On the top deck of the Wind Rider, Captain Jo'Rak steered the ship towards Anvil. His first mate, a young, red-haired human named Camas, stepped to his side. "Captain," he said, crossing his arms. Jo'Rak flicked one of his yellow eyes to the crewman. "Yes, Camas?"

Camas shifted from one foot to the other. "Say...I was wondering if, y'know, I could have an advance in my pay when...when we got to Anvil." The Khajiit's eyes bulged. "An advance?!"

The crewman staggered back. "Y-yes, sir. Just fifteen gold, Captain, that's all I ask for." Jo'Rak rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, that's all." He pointed a clawed finger into Camas's shoulder. "I thought I gave you an advance of fifteen gold at our last stop?" Camas gulped. "Well...yes, sir, you did, but...I was meaning for this stop."

As the two argued, the Wind Rider shifted off course and sailed for a cluster of boulders in the waters outside of Anvil. An elderly member of the crew, a man named Tarbin, strolled around the bow of the ship and hummed an old sailor's tune to himself. From the corner of his eye, he saw the rocks amidst the ocean. Quickly, the old man turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Starboard side! We've got an ol' cluster o' rocks!"

Jo'Rak stopped mid-sentence and turned to face Tarbin. "What are you talking a-"

That's when he saw the rocks. He only had time to yell out a warning before the ship struck the cluster, rocking the whole vessel as water sprayed on the deck and the rocks tore into the bow of the Wind Rider.