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<BR>Myths and Legends:
<br>Volume 1
<br> by Draskal Ratden
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-Foreword-
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These collected volumes are the result of my travels throughout Tamriel, where I have spent my life listening to the many wonderful myths and legends that are abundant throughout our magnificent world. Though I am no adventurer, I truly do believe many of these stories are based on fact, though how much of them is true and how much the fantastical elaboration of imagination, I cannot say, for I am just another conduit through which they shall live.
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Author's Note:
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Before I delve into the core of this book, I would first like to thank you for purchasing it, and I hope that I, Draskal Ratden, will be able to successfully indulge your hunger for adventure and excitement.
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For several years I have traversed the many wide and wonderful countries and territories that comprise our fair Tamriel, listening to stories and legends from various people of all walks of life, from the unbelievably fantastical to the completely serious.
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During one of these numerous excursions throughout Cyrodil, I was ambushed and taken hostage by bandits. Though I was injured and initially used as a bargaining piece to gain extra money by them, my stay was not completely uncomfortable and, in truth, they were the party responsible for supplying me with some of the most interesting and wondrous stories I have heard throughout my journeys.
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After exchanging stories and listening intently to every word spoken by them, the bandits had a change of heart and decided to release me. Thus I arrived in Cheydinhal, finding myself in the company of kindly mages and priests who healed me there at the Temple of the Nine.
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As I rested and regained my strength from the enervating, though not unwelcome, experience with the group of bandits, I began examining the scrawlings of my notes and journals. While I reminisced about my fond journeys through Tamriel and the myths and legends I had heard, I began to examine and collect the valid information I had gathered, piecing together what truths, if any could be labeled as such, I had been the receptacle of.
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In the few weeks it took me to regain my former strength, I found I had compiled a lengthy list of fantastical stories pertaining to many legendary artifacts throughout the known world, easily enough to fill several volumes with text. Thus I have compiled the first of these stories into my first volume, and, as a way of portraying my thanks to the benevolent people of Cheydinhal, it is a myth they may be quite familiar with.
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- Draskal Ratden
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- Tyadara and the Giant -
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Throughout her childhood, Tyadara always enjoyed playing with the boys rather than her fellow girls, a practice which continued through her life until the day finally arrived when she could, to no surprise of the people of Cheydinhal, join the Town Guard. With this echelon in her life achieved, Tyadara quickly became known by the populace of the town as a fair and truthful warrior who upheld the law honorably, thus attaining the trust and respect of those she helped and protected.
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Which is why, when Brum Omtar, a farmer who lived outside the village, came running into town, he went straight to her for help.
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"Tyadara! Tyadara! I need your help," he gasped between heavy breaths, his eyes wild and afraid.
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After offering him her cool waterskin and having him sit down to catch his breath, she inquired what the urgent problem was.
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"A GIANT has just destroyed my entire farm!" He cried, wiping sweat from his dirty brow. �And it nearly got me, too, but I was too fast, and it stopped following me and continued destroying my house!� He said, his now calmed demeanor not belaying his fright.
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Quickly thinking over the dilemma, Tyadara sent Brum to repeat his story to the Captain of the Guard so she could set out immediately to his farm to investigate the incident, hopefully either spotting the Giant or some indication that could lead her to its lair.
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As Brum's Farm came into view through the thick trees of the Cheydinhal forest, Tyadara realized that Brum had in fact not been exaggerating at all, for his house was completely demolished, even the foundations barely recognizable amidst the pulverized dust. And sitting in the middle of the ruins on a large piece of rubble was the most monstrous Giant she had ever seen, using a shattered wooden pole from the now decrepit balcony as a toothpick.
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Creeping closer through the swaying umbrage of the placid, viridescent shadows of the tranquil trees, Tyadara silently drew her steel longsword, hoping to remain unseen as she drew nearer.
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As Tyadara emerged into the rubble-ridden clearing and came closer to the ruined house, the Giant stiffened, and, with uncanny agility, sprang to its gargantuan feet, thundering swiftly through the forest to the south before she could even react.
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Tyadara immediately gave chase, not really thinking about the possible outcome of chasing a Giant of that size, and certainly not wanting to imagine what would occur should it decide to cease fleeing and fight her.
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Rather than simply pursuing the beast as quickly as she could, Tyadara remained silent as she moved swiftly through the trees, fluidly gliding around the wooden pillars without a sound, a practice she had perfected through her long years of living near the forest.
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Even moving as fast as she was, Tyadara was barely able to keep pace with the Giant, though retaining sight of it was fairly irrelevant considering the enormous amount of noise it made as it crashed through the forest, leaving a wake of visible destruction in its path.
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After about five minutes of this quirky procession the Giant was much further off in the forest, the sound of its rampaging growing fainter with each fleeting second. And then the noise suddenly stopped, as if someone had covered Tyadara's ears; not even the oblivious birds dared break the silence with their melodious songs.<br><br>
Tyadara stopped, listening carefully with her honed ears, the ubiquitous beating of her heart the only sound, which seemed to thunder like a drum in the unnerving silence... She heard nothing.
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Slowly, Tyadara advanced forward hesitantly, scanning the trees ahead for any sign to signify the trick that the trepidation in her mind assured her was coming. Yet nothing happened, and, as she lifted herself over a fallen log from the Giant's senseless rampaging, she saw something truly shocking; the trail simply stopped.<br><br>
"That's impossible, no beast that size could simply vanish!" she whispered to herself, the slight noise seeming to reverberate through the empty forest. Assuring herself that her eyes and ears were not deceiving her, Tyadara leaned against a nearby tree, contemplating how a beast so large could vanish so completely as she searched the depths of the forest for any indication to explain the Giant's disappearance.
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Looking to the firmament of the sky through the emerald curtain of leaves, Tyadara noticed the sun had long since passed its apex in the sky and had begun its slow descent towards the opposite horizon, attributing a myriad of color to the azure sky, heralding in the ensuing darkness of night. Realizing how far she had come, Tyadara recalled that there was a small lake nestled between two valleys near her, and thus she set out towards it, hoping the serene water had attracted the Giant as well.
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Dismayed that she reached the water's edge without incident, Tyadara stooped and filled her waterskin with the cool, crystalline liquid of the mountain pond. Allowing herself a drink to both catch her breath and her thoughts, Tyadara noticed that it was getting darker now, and she did not relish the idea of being this far from Cheydinhal during the night.
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Without finding any revelation in the lucid waters of the lake, Tyadara decided to give up and use the remaining light of day to return to the village, unhappy that she had allowed the Giant to escape.
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Rather than heading directly to Cheydinhal, Tyadara decided to travel North East, up a mountain side just east of the valley between the lake and river, before proceeding north back to town.
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Just as she was approaching the peak of the mountain, a deep and penetrating laugh erupted from behind her, and, as she spun around in surprise, was succeeded by another from where she had been facing, then another to her side.<br><br>She froze, and, as the laughter died off, its loud echoes reverberating down the hillside, all was quiet once again.
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Slowly she turned, peering into the trees, searching for what must be the Giant, obviously accompanied by whatever hideous company a beast like that must keep. Everywhere she looked, her mind told her there was a face grinning back at her in the shadows, yet she saw no tangible enemy, nor did she hear another sound but for the faint singing of birds.
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Quickly turning back to the east, Tyadara began descending the gentle slope down towards the opposite river valley, moving as silently as she could, placing all of her attention on the sounds of the forest around her.
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Tyadara had gone no more than six steps when she was hit in the back by a crushing blow, falling hard to the ground, face first in the green grass, dazed from pain and surprise.
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And now she could hear the sounds of the Giant's feet, strangely muffled as they approached her.
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As she rolled onto her back and drew her sword, she saw a Giant, significantly smaller than the one she had seen back at Brum's farm, standing above her, grinning, its foul teeth stained from whatever sick foods it had consumed.
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In its large hand was grasped a crude club, formed from an upturned tree stump, dirt still clinging to its roots, which the Giant rested casually on its shoulder as it glared menacingly at her.
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With a flex of its mountainous muscles, the beast raised its slab-like arm, club and all, high above her, preparing for the final swing.
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Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere an arrow appeared in mid-air, striking the Giant on the wrist. Dropping its club inches from Tyadara, the beast spun around in rage to find its assailant.
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Finding nothing but the gloomy shadows, the Giant went to remove the arrow in its wrist, only to find that there was no arrow lodged in its flesh.
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With a look of confusion on its gruesome face, the Giant turned its attention vehemently back towards Tyadara, who was climbing to her feet, sword ready to fight.
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Without hesitation, Tyadara lunged forward, jabbing her longsword deep into the beast's exposed belly, releasing a guttural, earth shaking roar of pain and anger from the Giant's throat. As it staggered back, the Giant threw its monstrous hand wildly at its wound and grabbed the protruding sword by its hilt, crushing Tyadara's hand as it attempted to remove the bloody weapon from its punctured stomach.<br><br>
Without any warning, two more arrows appeared from the gloom and struck the Giant in its throat. But these were no illusion, and, as the beast clutched at its perforated throat in an attempt to ameliorate the wound, it toppled backwards onto the ground, splintering a small tree with its monstrous girth. With a hissing gurgle escaping its throat, the beast ceased to move.
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Letting her sword fall with the corpse, Tyadara turned her attention to the burning pain of her crushed hand.
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"Big one, that," laughed a cloaked figure as he stepped out from the impenetrable shadows of the surrounding forest, facing her.
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Jumping back in astonishment, Tyadara reached for her dagger.
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"Fear not, Tyadara, those were my arrows that felled the beast. You are lucky I was following you, or that may be you lying on the ground rather than the Giant,� whispered the man, not unkindly.
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"Who are you?� Inquired Tyadara. �And how do you know my name?" She added, still holding her dagger warily.
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"Valid and worthy questions," he replied, "but ones best left until after we have taken care of the other two beasts."
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With a golden flash that was gone before Tyadara even noticed it, a perfectly golden long bow appeared in the man's left hand and an equally shining arrow in his right. Notching the arrow, he pulled back quickly and released the arrow into the gloom.
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In the near distance a roar of pain echoed from the shadows, followed by the crashing of a rushing Giant.
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As Tyadara made a lunge to retrieve her longsword, which was still lodged in the belly of the fallen beast, the man shot out a hand. �Here, use this,� he said, referring to a strangely designed blade clutched in his hand. The sword was ornate and finely crafted, its sleek shape complementing its lavish but simple designs perfectly.
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Tyadara took the weapon, and immediately she felt like the sword and herself were one, its grip comforting her and giving her confidence, as if she had always had the blade in her hand but had just now realized it.
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At that moment the Giant came charging into view, dark blood flowing from a terrible laceration on its neck, but no arrow visible amidst the crimson flesh.
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With a roar, the beast charged straight for the mysterious cloaked man, who boldly remained in place, not flinching or revealing any sense that he would move. Tyadara was about to push him out of the way when, as the Giant was about to collide with him, the man stepped aside, sending the beast tumbling passed, slamming head first into a sturdy tree.
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With one swift move, the man produced another beautiful blade, identical to the one he had given Tyadara, and slashed across the Giant's exposed back, then whipped the blade fluidly up and under the beast's chin as it reeled in pain. Without another sound, the second Giant fell to the ground.
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As the Giant crashed to the now bloody ground, a large, imposing figure materialized out of the fog, clutching a small log to which was tied an amorphous boulder, which was nearly the size of Tyadara herself. Tyadara recognized the gargantuan beast immediately as the very Giant that had led her into this.
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With one swift swing of its intimidating weapon, the Giant splintered two nearby trees, whipping the improvised flail about with practiced control.
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"Hmmm..." mumbled the cloaked figure in thought as he stepped between Tyadara and the Giant. Sword in hand, he advanced slightly on the beast.
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Faster that she would have believed possible, the Giant swung its flail again, striking the cloaked man directly in the chest before he could even react and sending his body flying through the air and colliding with a tree, where he slumped to the ground.
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Spreading her feet, Tyadara readied her new blade and prepared for the worst as the Giant approached, quickly taking a great overhead swing at her, the large boulder slamming down with all the might of the earth itself.
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Surprising even herself, Tyadara easily side-stepped the blow, and gracefully jumped towards the beast, slashing the Giant across its massive chest, and then again across its exposed arm.
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With its free hand, the Giant reached out and grabbed her, lifting her clean off the ground, and began to squeeze with all its might.
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Again, seemingly out of nowhere, three arrows appeared lightning fast and lodged in the beast's forearm. The Giant's hand went limp, releasing Tyadara back to the ground.
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As the Giant searched for the man it thought it had killed, Tyadara bounded off the ground in a magnificent arc, the beautiful sword readied in front of her body, and pierced the great beast directly through its heart.
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Immediately the Giant vanished, and, as Tyadara fell unexpectedly to the ground, so did the body of the first beast which was lying just a few feet away. Directly in front of her stood the cloaked man, seemingly perfectly fine.
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"Are you hurt, Tyadara?" He inquired softly, sheathing his sword.
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"No, I will be fine. But what about yourself? I saw you get hit! Are you not hurt at all!?" She asked in astonishment.
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"Far from it, I am afraid, it seems I am actually getting a little cocky in my old age," he replied with a chuckle. "I must go now and rest, as the task for which I came is complete." He added, turning away and looking out into the gloom.
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"What do you mean? Why did those Giants just vanish, and who are you?" Tyadara asked in a hurry, the many questions in her mind manifesting themselves in her confused demeanor.
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"All valid questions, all valid questions... We will meet here again, maybe then it will be time for answers," he replied, fading ephemerally into the surrounding darkness as he spoke. Before Tyadara could say anything, he was gone. Looking down, she realized she was still grasping the magnificent sword in her hand, as if it were a part of her.
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"What about your sword?" She shouted to the darkness, holding it up into the air. There was no reply.
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Lowering the blade, Tyadara solemnly began her journey back west up the hill, where she would turn north to return to Cheydinhal. A strange wind rustled her hair, and, as it passed, seemed to whisper in her ears.
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"War Brand it is called. Keep it well for me, Tyadara, and some day I may return for it....." whistled the wind before it moved off towards the horizon.
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Upon her return, Tyadara told her story to any who would listen, and every Sundas she would return to the place where she last heard his voice, awaiting his return and the fulfillment of her silent promise. As the years flew on, taking with them her youth, Tyadara's trips lessened until one day she made her voyage one last time with her husband, carrying with her a silk covered package.
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When she returned, the package was gone, and the beautiful sword known as War Brand was never seen again.
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Many people speculate (and with good reason) that this obscured package was the sword given to her by the mysterious cloaked man. While there are many other theories concerning the legend, it seems that many who are familiar with it consistently remark upon the great, magical stone covered in vegetation and a remarkable array of flowers that now stands near where she reportedly buried her treasure, somewhere south and a little west of Cheydinhal, on a hill between two bodies of water. Some even believe that the faint green glow of the stone is in fact an indication that the figure who bestowed the sword upon Tyadara is still around, awaiting a new wielder for his blade, War Brand.
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<BR>Myths and Legends:
<br>Volume 1
<br> by Draskal Ratden
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-Foreword-
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これらの纏まった書物は、私がTamriel中を旅して得た成果です。私が全人生を費やして得た素晴らしい神話や伝説、沢山の私達の壮大な世界を至る所で聞いてきました。私は冒険者ではありません。私は本当にこれらの物語が事実に基づいているものだと信じています。しかし、それらのいくらが本当か、あるいは空想の作品なのか私は言う事は出来ません。私は彼らのが生きるための導管にしか過ぎませんので。
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著者による注記:
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本題に入る前に、まずはこの本をご購入頂いた事に感謝をしたいと思う。私Draskal Ratdenは、この本があなたの冒険心と興奮を満たすに足る事を切に願う。
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私は数年間に渡ってTamrielを構成する多くの広大な国々や地方を旅してきた。素晴らしい旅であった。旅の中で全階級のさまざまな人々から物語や伝説を聞くことがあったが、それらの中にはびっくりするほど幻想的なものから、真にせまった現実的なものまであった。
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私はCyrodilをまたに掛け、数え切れないほど旅してきたが、ある時山賊の待ち伏せを受け、人質に取られる事があった。確かに囚われて最初の頃は怪我もしていたし、金づるというか取引の道具として扱われてはいたが、不快な体験ばかりでは無かった。事実、私は彼らのおかげでこれまでの旅で聞いた中で最も興味深く、驚きに満ちた物語に出会う事が出来たのである。
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私は彼らから物語を聞くのと同時に、自分の手持ちの物語を彼らに伝えるようにした。聞く時は一心不乱に一語一句聞き漏らさぬよう耳を傾けた。そうしているうちに山賊たちも心を入れ替えてくれたので、私は解放され、Cheydinhalにたどりつく事が出来た。次に気がついた時、私は魔術師と神官たちに囲まれていた。彼らは親切にもTemple of the Nineで私の傷を癒してくれたのである。
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As I rested and regained my strength from the enervating, though not unwelcome, experience with the group of bandits, I began examining the scrawlings of my notes and journals. While I reminisced about my fond journeys through Tamriel and the myths and legends I had heard, I began to examine and collect the valid information I had gathered, piecing together what truths, if any could be labeled as such, I had been the receptacle of.
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In the few weeks it took me to regain my former strength, I found I had compiled a lengthy list of fantastical stories pertaining to many legendary artifacts throughout the known world, easily enough to fill several volumes with text. Thus I have compiled the first of these stories into my first volume, and, as a way of portraying my thanks to the benevolent people of Cheydinhal, it is a myth they may be quite familiar with.
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- Draskal Ratden
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- Tyadara and the Giant -
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Throughout her childhood, Tyadara always enjoyed playing with the boys rather than her fellow girls, a practice which continued through her life until the day finally arrived when she could, to no surprise of the people of Cheydinhal, join the Town Guard. With this echelon in her life achieved, Tyadara quickly became known by the populace of the town as a fair and truthful warrior who upheld the law honorably, thus attaining the trust and respect of those she helped and protected.
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Which is why, when Brum Omtar, a farmer who lived outside the village, came running into town, he went straight to her for help.
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"Tyadara! Tyadara! I need your help," he gasped between heavy breaths, his eyes wild and afraid.
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After offering him her cool waterskin and having him sit down to catch his breath, she inquired what the urgent problem was.
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"A GIANT has just destroyed my entire farm!" He cried, wiping sweat from his dirty brow. �And it nearly got me, too, but I was too fast, and it stopped following me and continued destroying my house!� He said, his now calmed demeanor not belaying his fright.
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Quickly thinking over the dilemma, Tyadara sent Brum to repeat his story to the Captain of the Guard so she could set out immediately to his farm to investigate the incident, hopefully either spotting the Giant or some indication that could lead her to its lair.
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As Brum's Farm came into view through the thick trees of the Cheydinhal forest, Tyadara realized that Brum had in fact not been exaggerating at all, for his house was completely demolished, even the foundations barely recognizable amidst the pulverized dust. And sitting in the middle of the ruins on a large piece of rubble was the most monstrous Giant she had ever seen, using a shattered wooden pole from the now decrepit balcony as a toothpick.
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Creeping closer through the swaying umbrage of the placid, viridescent shadows of the tranquil trees, Tyadara silently drew her steel longsword, hoping to remain unseen as she drew nearer.
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As Tyadara emerged into the rubble-ridden clearing and came closer to the ruined house, the Giant stiffened, and, with uncanny agility, sprang to its gargantuan feet, thundering swiftly through the forest to the south before she could even react.
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Tyadara immediately gave chase, not really thinking about the possible outcome of chasing a Giant of that size, and certainly not wanting to imagine what would occur should it decide to cease fleeing and fight her.
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Rather than simply pursuing the beast as quickly as she could, Tyadara remained silent as she moved swiftly through the trees, fluidly gliding around the wooden pillars without a sound, a practice she had perfected through her long years of living near the forest.
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Even moving as fast as she was, Tyadara was barely able to keep pace with the Giant, though retaining sight of it was fairly irrelevant considering the enormous amount of noise it made as it crashed through the forest, leaving a wake of visible destruction in its path.
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After about five minutes of this quirky procession the Giant was much further off in the forest, the sound of its rampaging growing fainter with each fleeting second. And then the noise suddenly stopped, as if someone had covered Tyadara's ears; not even the oblivious birds dared break the silence with their melodious songs.<br><br>
Tyadara stopped, listening carefully with her honed ears, the ubiquitous beating of her heart the only sound, which seemed to thunder like a drum in the unnerving silence... She heard nothing.
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Slowly, Tyadara advanced forward hesitantly, scanning the trees ahead for any sign to signify the trick that the trepidation in her mind assured her was coming. Yet nothing happened, and, as she lifted herself over a fallen log from the Giant's senseless rampaging, she saw something truly shocking; the trail simply stopped.<br><br>
"That's impossible, no beast that size could simply vanish!" she whispered to herself, the slight noise seeming to reverberate through the empty forest. Assuring herself that her eyes and ears were not deceiving her, Tyadara leaned against a nearby tree, contemplating how a beast so large could vanish so completely as she searched the depths of the forest for any indication to explain the Giant's disappearance.
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Looking to the firmament of the sky through the emerald curtain of leaves, Tyadara noticed the sun had long since passed its apex in the sky and had begun its slow descent towards the opposite horizon, attributing a myriad of color to the azure sky, heralding in the ensuing darkness of night. Realizing how far she had come, Tyadara recalled that there was a small lake nestled between two valleys near her, and thus she set out towards it, hoping the serene water had attracted the Giant as well.
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Dismayed that she reached the water's edge without incident, Tyadara stooped and filled her waterskin with the cool, crystalline liquid of the mountain pond. Allowing herself a drink to both catch her breath and her thoughts, Tyadara noticed that it was getting darker now, and she did not relish the idea of being this far from Cheydinhal during the night.
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Without finding any revelation in the lucid waters of the lake, Tyadara decided to give up and use the remaining light of day to return to the village, unhappy that she had allowed the Giant to escape.
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Rather than heading directly to Cheydinhal, Tyadara decided to travel North East, up a mountain side just east of the valley between the lake and river, before proceeding north back to town.
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Just as she was approaching the peak of the mountain, a deep and penetrating laugh erupted from behind her, and, as she spun around in surprise, was succeeded by another from where she had been facing, then another to her side.<br><br>She froze, and, as the laughter died off, its loud echoes reverberating down the hillside, all was quiet once again.
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Slowly she turned, peering into the trees, searching for what must be the Giant, obviously accompanied by whatever hideous company a beast like that must keep. Everywhere she looked, her mind told her there was a face grinning back at her in the shadows, yet she saw no tangible enemy, nor did she hear another sound but for the faint singing of birds.
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Quickly turning back to the east, Tyadara began descending the gentle slope down towards the opposite river valley, moving as silently as she could, placing all of her attention on the sounds of the forest around her.
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Tyadara had gone no more than six steps when she was hit in the back by a crushing blow, falling hard to the ground, face first in the green grass, dazed from pain and surprise.
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And now she could hear the sounds of the Giant's feet, strangely muffled as they approached her.
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As she rolled onto her back and drew her sword, she saw a Giant, significantly smaller than the one she had seen back at Brum's farm, standing above her, grinning, its foul teeth stained from whatever sick foods it had consumed.
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In its large hand was grasped a crude club, formed from an upturned tree stump, dirt still clinging to its roots, which the Giant rested casually on its shoulder as it glared menacingly at her.
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With a flex of its mountainous muscles, the beast raised its slab-like arm, club and all, high above her, preparing for the final swing.
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Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere an arrow appeared in mid-air, striking the Giant on the wrist. Dropping its club inches from Tyadara, the beast spun around in rage to find its assailant.
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Finding nothing but the gloomy shadows, the Giant went to remove the arrow in its wrist, only to find that there was no arrow lodged in its flesh.
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With a look of confusion on its gruesome face, the Giant turned its attention vehemently back towards Tyadara, who was climbing to her feet, sword ready to fight.
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Without hesitation, Tyadara lunged forward, jabbing her longsword deep into the beast's exposed belly, releasing a guttural, earth shaking roar of pain and anger from the Giant's throat. As it staggered back, the Giant threw its monstrous hand wildly at its wound and grabbed the protruding sword by its hilt, crushing Tyadara's hand as it attempted to remove the bloody weapon from its punctured stomach.<br><br>
Without any warning, two more arrows appeared from the gloom and struck the Giant in its throat. But these were no illusion, and, as the beast clutched at its perforated throat in an attempt to ameliorate the wound, it toppled backwards onto the ground, splintering a small tree with its monstrous girth. With a hissing gurgle escaping its throat, the beast ceased to move.
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Letting her sword fall with the corpse, Tyadara turned her attention to the burning pain of her crushed hand.
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"Big one, that," laughed a cloaked figure as he stepped out from the impenetrable shadows of the surrounding forest, facing her.
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Jumping back in astonishment, Tyadara reached for her dagger.
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"Fear not, Tyadara, those were my arrows that felled the beast. You are lucky I was following you, or that may be you lying on the ground rather than the Giant,� whispered the man, not unkindly.
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"Who are you?� Inquired Tyadara. �And how do you know my name?" She added, still holding her dagger warily.
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"Valid and worthy questions," he replied, "but ones best left until after we have taken care of the other two beasts."
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With a golden flash that was gone before Tyadara even noticed it, a perfectly golden long bow appeared in the man's left hand and an equally shining arrow in his right. Notching the arrow, he pulled back quickly and released the arrow into the gloom.
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In the near distance a roar of pain echoed from the shadows, followed by the crashing of a rushing Giant.
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As Tyadara made a lunge to retrieve her longsword, which was still lodged in the belly of the fallen beast, the man shot out a hand. �Here, use this,� he said, referring to a strangely designed blade clutched in his hand. The sword was ornate and finely crafted, its sleek shape complementing its lavish but simple designs perfectly.
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Tyadara took the weapon, and immediately she felt like the sword and herself were one, its grip comforting her and giving her confidence, as if she had always had the blade in her hand but had just now realized it.
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At that moment the Giant came charging into view, dark blood flowing from a terrible laceration on its neck, but no arrow visible amidst the crimson flesh.
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With a roar, the beast charged straight for the mysterious cloaked man, who boldly remained in place, not flinching or revealing any sense that he would move. Tyadara was about to push him out of the way when, as the Giant was about to collide with him, the man stepped aside, sending the beast tumbling passed, slamming head first into a sturdy tree.
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With one swift move, the man produced another beautiful blade, identical to the one he had given Tyadara, and slashed across the Giant's exposed back, then whipped the blade fluidly up and under the beast's chin as it reeled in pain. Without another sound, the second Giant fell to the ground.
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As the Giant crashed to the now bloody ground, a large, imposing figure materialized out of the fog, clutching a small log to which was tied an amorphous boulder, which was nearly the size of Tyadara herself. Tyadara recognized the gargantuan beast immediately as the very Giant that had led her into this.
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With one swift swing of its intimidating weapon, the Giant splintered two nearby trees, whipping the improvised flail about with practiced control.
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"Hmmm..." mumbled the cloaked figure in thought as he stepped between Tyadara and the Giant. Sword in hand, he advanced slightly on the beast.
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Faster that she would have believed possible, the Giant swung its flail again, striking the cloaked man directly in the chest before he could even react and sending his body flying through the air and colliding with a tree, where he slumped to the ground.
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Spreading her feet, Tyadara readied her new blade and prepared for the worst as the Giant approached, quickly taking a great overhead swing at her, the large boulder slamming down with all the might of the earth itself.
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Surprising even herself, Tyadara easily side-stepped the blow, and gracefully jumped towards the beast, slashing the Giant across its massive chest, and then again across its exposed arm.
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With its free hand, the Giant reached out and grabbed her, lifting her clean off the ground, and began to squeeze with all its might.
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Again, seemingly out of nowhere, three arrows appeared lightning fast and lodged in the beast's forearm. The Giant's hand went limp, releasing Tyadara back to the ground.
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As the Giant searched for the man it thought it had killed, Tyadara bounded off the ground in a magnificent arc, the beautiful sword readied in front of her body, and pierced the great beast directly through its heart.
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Immediately the Giant vanished, and, as Tyadara fell unexpectedly to the ground, so did the body of the first beast which was lying just a few feet away. Directly in front of her stood the cloaked man, seemingly perfectly fine.
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"Are you hurt, Tyadara?" He inquired softly, sheathing his sword.
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"No, I will be fine. But what about yourself? I saw you get hit! Are you not hurt at all!?" She asked in astonishment.
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"Far from it, I am afraid, it seems I am actually getting a little cocky in my old age," he replied with a chuckle. "I must go now and rest, as the task for which I came is complete." He added, turning away and looking out into the gloom.
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"What do you mean? Why did those Giants just vanish, and who are you?" Tyadara asked in a hurry, the many questions in her mind manifesting themselves in her confused demeanor.
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"All valid questions, all valid questions... We will meet here again, maybe then it will be time for answers," he replied, fading ephemerally into the surrounding darkness as he spoke. Before Tyadara could say anything, he was gone. Looking down, she realized she was still grasping the magnificent sword in her hand, as if it were a part of her.
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"What about your sword?" She shouted to the darkness, holding it up into the air. There was no reply.
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Lowering the blade, Tyadara solemnly began her journey back west up the hill, where she would turn north to return to Cheydinhal. A strange wind rustled her hair, and, as it passed, seemed to whisper in her ears.
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"War Brand it is called. Keep it well for me, Tyadara, and some day I may return for it....." whistled the wind before it moved off towards the horizon.
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Upon her return, Tyadara told her story to any who would listen, and every Sundas she would return to the place where she last heard his voice, awaiting his return and the fulfillment of her silent promise. As the years flew on, taking with them her youth, Tyadara's trips lessened until one day she made her voyage one last time with her husband, carrying with her a silk covered package.
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When she returned, the package was gone, and the beautiful sword known as War Brand was never seen again.
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Many people speculate (and with good reason) that this obscured package was the sword given to her by the mysterious cloaked man. While there are many other theories concerning the legend, it seems that many who are familiar with it consistently remark upon the great, magical stone covered in vegetation and a remarkable array of flowers that now stands near where she reportedly buried her treasure, somewhere south and a little west of Cheydinhal, on a hill between two bodies of water. Some even believe that the faint green glow of the stone is in fact an indication that the figure who bestowed the sword upon Tyadara is still around, awaiting a new wielder for his blade, War Brand.
