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The Story of Revan: The origins of the last Dovahkiin.

His breathing was labored. Fleeing for your life tends to have that effect on a person, even an elf. His long dark hair flew in and out of his vision as he ran. His ears rang with the sound of his armor Rattling as ran. The arrows flew past him He was filled with a sorrow he had never felt. How could she? Was this her plan along? Their son… There were so many questions and he would likely never know the answer. The Thalmor, an overzealous group of Altmer looking to retake Tamriel from the forces of man hunted and imprisoned any who opposed their beliefs or, had their own beliefs, which he did. Revan; named such for his black hair, a rarity among high elves. He had fled his homeland of Summerset Iles after the Thalmor took everything from him. His anger would engulf them all in a Torrent of raging fervor. They would pay for their transgressions but not yet. Right now he needed a place to rest, a place to plan and to catch his breath. As he ran, Revan seen a cave ahead and he knew he had to get within it but he could not allow his pursuers to see him enter. He stopped behind a tree and a pulled forth his blade, an elven great sword. Peaking from behind the tree, he counted, one...two…three… There were at least five of them- “Six!” he thought to himself as the last Thalmor soldier nearly put an arrow into his head. Two of them were archers, three swordsmen and one mage. There will be more Soldiers behind these. After what happened in Alinor, they couldn’t afford to let him go. A plan began to form.
The wind changed and Revan could feel it. He moved with it, became the wind and all its graceful speed. The first swordsmen didn’t even know he was dead, but the great sword through his chest was a sign to the other two that the battle had begun. Thanks to his son, the mage was no threat…his son… He couldn’t think about that now. The two remaining swordsmen moved to surround him with supporting fire from the archers. Revan wove a defensive fabric with his sword, blocking the incoming arrows and building up momentum for his next strike. Everything seemed to move so slowly, but to the soldiers, Revan moved as if there were two of him. Spinning, Revan raised his blade blocking a strike from one swordsman and cleaving through the second man and his shield, splitting him in two. The shock of losing two comrades struck home and the last swordsmen froze, unsure what to do. Seeing the hesitation, Revan ended him as he moved toward the archers, continuing to ignore the mage and absorbing any fireballs or lightning bolts that would hit him. Revan flew with each step as he hurdled toward the archers. They launched a volley of arrows as a defense but with a turn and a step Revan simply wasn’t there. The archers adjusted their aim and again unleashed another volley, hitting only air as Revan avoided it like the wind. Revan dropped his sword as he stopped just short of the archers. The one closest to him, looked in horror as the great sword bisected him body. Revan intended to go through them both but the second archer managed to use his bow to block the visceral strike cracking the bow. Holding to sword with one hand, Revan’s other hand lightly pushed on the archer’s briastplate. Recognition hit the archers face as he realized what Revan was about to do. The last thing he seen was Revan’s dark grin. An inferno exploded on the archer’s chest blasting him away from Revan. Five Thalmor soldiers down and they will not be the last.
Revan stood up straight, glaring at the Thalmor mage before him. Fireball after fireball impacted Revan but where death would follow, Revan only absorbed the spells. Nothing worked. Revan turned and closed his eyes absorbing the sounds of the forest he had been running through. He could hear nothing except the foolish mage’s continuing futile attempts to kill Revan with spells. Then he was on him, swinging he sword wildly as the mage desperately tried to deflect the blows with wards, only partly succeeding. Knowing death was upon him, the mage thought quickly about what could save his life. Spells didn’t hurt Revan but he didn’t have to harm Revan to save his own life. Mustering all his remaining strength, the mage fired a fireball at Revan’s feet. The ground erupted into a tempest of stone and earth throwing Revan backwards. Ironically the blast flung Revan into the very cave he intended to take refuge. As Revan flew through the air, he could see the mage turning to flee, fear in his eyes. He killed five but it seems the one he truly wanted would escape him for now. Then something slammed into him, or was he that slammed into something, the ground maybe? Revan could see lights dancing before him as his vision blurred and faded. Revan heard footsteps and anxious breathing coming from deeper within the cave. As the darkness overwhelmed him, he heard a voice speaking, “The blood comes to me…”