The Legacy of Alocorath Hlaalu

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The legacy can be traced back to the Second Era, Not long before the beginning of the war of the three alliances. Han-Li Ashapaladdon, a dunmer ashlander, was a young lad, age of 16, and an adventurers instinct. He never liked the way he lived, nomadic, and under strict rules... All he wanted was to be a free spirit. One night, the tribe slumbered, he stole a pack guar and rode off into the night... It took many days to reach civilization... During that time he lived off the land, foraging for his food and water, and fending off the Cliff Racer pest. But after 2 weeks on the road, he arrived at Balmora... He marveled at the sight of it.... He was raised to think that the outside world was evil, ugly, and worst of all, heretical. But only the latter was true.

He had seen creatures in the city he never thought to exist. Nords, Imperials, Orcs, even lizard men... Of course he knew of the cat people, Khajiit, as drug runners passed through his tribe all too often. These creatures worshiped their own gods.... Gods called The Eight Divines. Gods for everything, Commerece, Beauty, of which there was a lot in this world. Love, work, Animals, wind, and even magic. Soon, he realized he needed a weapon, so, with what little gold he had, he purchased a sword and armor from a trader.. Heavy for his liking.... He looked dashing in his armor, he looked like a warrior of the best caliber, so it wasnt long before an Empire recruiter came up to him. Complimenting his looks and flattering him by saying that he looked like a seasoned warrior, which he wasnt, before he even left the Tribe he could barely fight off a Nix-Hound with a pitchfork. Lying, Han said he had seen many a battle, to the Recruiters glee. And as such, he was recruited into the Second Empires Military.

Years of training with two handed and one handed weapons, heavy armor, and all sorts of stuff turned this once weak minded and naive elf into a warrior... A true warrior.... He served the legion faithfully during the years, seeing many new things. Things he never ever thought to exist. There was much beauty in the world. He especially enjoyed his deployment in Eastmarch, but soon, the empire collapsed, and the alliance war began.... Han, being the,now, seasoned warrior he is, chose his side carefully. As such, he fought, and bled for The Daggerfall Covenant. During his time with the Covenant, he was eventually made an Assassin. Because of this, and hearing about Elven Enslavement of humanity and beasts, he especially targeted the Aldmeri Dominion. And one day, after killing an ambassador deep within Summerset Isles, he came across an imprisoned Dunmer Noblewoman, of House Redoran. Her name, Badala Redoran. Feeling pity for the lass, he freed her, and gained her favor. Upon returning her to Redoran, it was obvious she was smitten with him. They married days later, and on the night of their marriage, she became pregnant, with a future hero.

As the war progressed, Han became notorious within the Ranks of the dominion, and soon a bounty was placed on his head.... Death Squads roamed Glenumbra, looking for the assassin, and one day, in a fateful encounter, he fell, mortally wounded... He bled out not long after the fighting ended, the death squad being slain by his hand... His last words, his loves name... Badala, 9 monthes after hearing of her husbands death, gave birth to Alocorath Redoran. He had his dads features, Black Hair, dark complexion, red eyes. When he was 3 he wielded his first sword, when he was 6, his mother was assassinated by Telvanni assassins. The leaders of House Redoran, who did not fully support having the young lad in their house, kicked him out of Redoran and stripped of his last name, the reason: Having Ashlander blood. House Hlaalu took pity on the lad, and took him in, giving him his new last name, Alocorath Hlaalu. They trained him in the ways of war, magic, stealth, melee, archery all that wonderful stuff, they trained him because they had intent for him. He would join the Third Empires ranks, now mind you this is now during the third era, 12 years before the events of TES III: Morrowind. Sadly though, the Empire denied his entry, for he was too young to enlist.

With his newfoubd skills, he left House Hlaalu at the age of 18 for a life of adventure, just like his father, but unlike his father, he had the full support of House Hlaalu... He became a mercenary for hire after arriving in Cyrodill, but botched his first job up, it was a skooma deal. He was caught in a sting operation and sent to jail, but the emperor had different plans, and had him sent to morrowind to deliver a message to an undercover blade, Cauis Casades. After his business in morrowind was over, he had even more bad luck, his first job was botched up, but got better at doing work for clients during his time in Vvardenfel. He had his morales, like not working for the Dark Brotherhood. After chartering a boat to The Imperial City, he was arrested by the watch for "pirating", mainly because they thought he was a pirate because he arrived with pirates. The rest of the crew was pardoned due to a bribe from the dunmer first mate, while, despite being unlucky enough to be tossed in jail, he was lucky to meet the Emperor, who was on the run from assassins, after watching the man die, he was to deliver an amulet to a man named Jauffre. As per the Emperors request. During his time in Cyrodil he met a lovely nord lass named Vilja, and became smitten with her, with his time finished in Cyrodil and Vilja, who moved back to Solstheim, Alocorath decided to go to Skyrim for potential job opportunities.

But while crossing the border, he was arrested by Imperial Soldiers and put to death alongside Stormcloak traitors, but luck was with him as a dragon attacked, he escaped with the stormcloaks, but afterwards joined The Imperials, his fierce love for them could not ever cloud his judgement on them. Soon after he found out he was Dragonborn, a hero meant to slay dragons and steal their power. After learning this, by a sheer coincidence, he met up with his old flame, Vilja. They married soon after, and adopted two children. After saving Skyrim from the dragons and ending the civil war, Alocorath Hlaalu decided to retire and settle down somewhere in Falkreath, namely Lakeview, he was tired of saving the world over and over. He became a wealthy merchant, and respected Legate. But he was also known to be a fierce Talos worshiper and Thalmor Murderer, which obviously caught the ire of Elenwen, who ordered his death.

One night, Alocorath Hlaalu woke to the sound of fighting, his wife, Vilja was nowhere to seen. He grabbed his sword and ran outside, only to see Rayya and Lydia on the ground, dead. He ran inside and fetched the dogs, who ran outside to hold off the assassins. He told Hroar and Sophie to hide in the basement, to which Sophie ignored, out of fear, she ran outside to try and escape the impending death, but it was all for naught. She was hit in the back with an elven arrow. Alocorath fought bravely, but he was no longer the warrior he used to be. He fell, with stumped arms. He died not long after. His killers, The Thalmor. Hroar, who came topside to see if it was over, saw his dad fall. Out of panic and fear, he ran. But this time, escaping the arrows and spells cast after him. For two whole hours he ran, not stopping. He eventually stopped, to breath before his heart gave out. He collapsed after he stopped, and was later found by a Markarth Patrol.

They brought him to Jarl Igmund, who took the boy in after hearing his story. Word passed quickly through the guard, they all came to respect the child for his father. From there on out though, Hroar held an insatiable lust for Thalmor blood, and when he turned 22, he murdered the Thalmor emissaries in their sleep. This was bad, as the emissaries kept an eye on Igmund, who was known to worship Talos. Every week or so, they would send a missive to Elenwen reporting if Igmund is violating the White Gold Concordant. The day they were found dead, was the day the missive was to go out, if it never arrived, they would send a death squad to find the killer. Igmund and the guards knew who the killer was, but they respected Hroar for doing it, no one in the city likes the Thalmor. As such, Igmund concocted plan with the guard to get Hroar out of the city before the death squad arrived. They decided to use the old Dwemer tunnels, which led under the city and the nearest exist was 2 miles away from the city.

8 Cityguardsmen took it upon themselves to safely escort Hroar out, with only 2 of them dying along the way. Hroar, saying goodbye to his friends as he would not see them for a while, ran when he got out, the guardsmen made their way back through the tunnels and made it safely home. Hroar, now a free man, wants his revenge, for his father, sister, and dogs. But how would he get it? He does not know.

To Be Continued....

Edited March 10, 2016 by kvatchcount