Welcome to Elsweyr



Welcome to Elsweyr

August 14, 2011, a group of French soldiers of the 112th Infantry Regiment stationed in Chad left the military base in Abeche for a year in real conditions in the Sahara desert. Among those soldiers was the first class Samuel Goddin. Samuel (who was nicknamed "Sam"), 21, was the youngest of the group. 1m82 rather athletic, freshly shaved skull. He still lacked combat experience, but he had courage and was pretty good shooter. He was here because nothing was holding him in France. His parents were dead, he never had a girlfriend and his brother, the last family member still alive, had no affection for him. Unless a shabby apartment in Roubaix, French army was all he had.

That day, the convoy had left the base early in the afternoon. The vehicles were advancing French line between the hot sand dunes. Sam was in the huge Renault truck that was moving his head. Seated between two of his comrades, tossed by the shocks, he dreamed of other worlds. In his dreams he imagined himself a hero without fear, fight monsters and save innocents. He played many video games in his spare time, mostly RPGs.

The convoy stopped and the soldiers went down. They began by making the call in good and due form, then the training began. The drill sergeant gave them each a card with contact information incomplete, and each soldier went on his part to try to find a tag that Sergeant was buried under the sand at a place indicated on the map. The challenge was to move in this desert that looked like every dune dune next door. Sat went a good pace, according to his map and the help of his compass. He literally cooked in his uniform and his heavy body armor. The straps of his backpack large shear her shoulders. After half an hour of searching through the wilderness, he pulled out his folding shovel and dug. It was not long before digging to find the "tag" a stick painted fluorescent yellow, actually. He picked it up and turned around to return to base camp. He was already smiling, thinking it was perhaps the first to have found his tag when he noticed that the wind was rising. Gradually, it was a real sandstorm that began to sweep the dunes. Sam continues to advance. Prevented his sunglasses he sand in the eye, but should get into this damn yellow dust all over his uniform. His card was taken away by the wind when he tried to read it. The poor soldier believed damn when he saw a kind of arch of carved stone jutting from a rocky mound. Do not take the time to think, Sam hastened to take refuge inside.

After plunging on a sandy slope, our soldier found himself in a large room with walls of carved granite. It looked like an ancient temple. There were some humanoid statues, but they were too damaged for one really knows what they represented. Sam switch on his flashlight and walked. On several occasions he heard the noise. Pointing his gun before him, he looked around but saw nothing suspicious. Curiously, the architecture of this temple was unlike anything that was in the ancient African cultures. Some details were rather think of feudal cultures of Europe. Debris littered the ground, pieces of rusty armor, shields split, swords. Sat picked out of curiosity what looked like a broken sword and rusty. He looked at the object, returned from all angles. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and turned around. He does not live by the sword had begun to glow a strange blue glow ...

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He scanned the darkness, but without seeing anyone. He then returned to the sword, and noticed she had begun to shine.

"What the...? "

In addition to illuminating the room with a beautiful bluish halo, sword had begun to repair itself. Its blade broken flush began to push back like the tail of a lizard, and rust stains disappear. Observing the sword, Sam ends up discovering that there was not that she was changing. He saw that his glove had become longer and covered her thin wrists (which were a bit less). The color of his uniform was also changed, the camo was gone, replaced by a strange gray. Besides, other details have changed on Sam’s "battle dress". His rank, French badge, his name tape and even the pockets of his trousers were missing. He felt a weight on his shoulders, looking shoulder he saw the metal of the same color as his uniform on his shoulders.

"But…since when do I have shoulder pads on my vest?" "

Surprised, he dropped his Famas. He did not know it yet, but his uniform was not the only change. He accused himself some strange transformation. His ears become as sharp as those of an elf, his teeth became pointy and his nose looked more like a muzzle. His feet are changing too, they stretch and took a form digitigrade. But Sam does not realize it right away because its rangers were moving at the same time. They became longer and higher. They reached now his knees, and had no more longer laces.

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Wide-eyed behind his sunglasses, Sam looked at the sword, the blade continued to grow in bright. His body armor hardens, taking a metallic appearance. The rest of her outfit also became hard, as starched. The tissue retained its texture, but the fibers become metallic. The tip of his rangers opened, revealing his clawed toes. Other protective metal plates appeared above and on the shins and knees. But all these changes were nothing compared to his physical transformations. Widened his nose, his ears were growing. Shaved his hair pushed back, leaving only memories of his haircut regulatory, and drove him around the hair under his "armor" (he had to call it that his uniform was now composed almost entirely of metal). He did not notice right away, but a beginning of tail stuck out of his pants.

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His ears continued to grow, his glasses held in place easily. He then took off and could pose a different look at the room around him. His vision had improved, he could see perfectly in the dark. He saw its protections sclerosis, its lattice become a chainmail. He looked at his hands buried in heavy steel gauntlets, stronger. His shoulder became heavier, but also stronger, able to support large ax (But why Sam he thought they would give him an ax? He lived at a time when we fought with guns!). Reinforcements were pushed on to protect his neck a possible beheading. The soldier's face took on a look more feline. His hair reached his shoulders now. Its tail stretched and covered with hair. The claws of its feet and became retractile returned. Now he saw himself, his appearance reminded him of something. In a video game on which he liked to spend his weekends, he not only played a kind of human-feline in heavy armor?

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But the transformation was not yet over. The armor continued to build, taking its forms. Gilded frescoes appeared gradually, making the whole functional AND esthetics. His hair down his back was suddenly attached by a cord out of nowhere. Its tail reached its normal length and swung from left to right. The spirit of Sam muddled. His memories about his horrible family, his shabby apartment, his life as a soldier, vanished. They were gradually replaced by others. Memories of hunting, epic battles with swords, a desert country named Elsweyr, memories of his character. It felt strange, he felt that something had escaped him. He tried to remember, but it was like trying to hold sand that flowed inexorably from his fingers. Hot sand, like the desert Elsweyr ... Sam took off his beret. The gold badge with french grenade only reminded him nothing.

"Who am I ? I remember ! My name ... my name is ... "

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"... My name is Ra'zirad, Khajiit knight ! And I'm ready to fight for Elsweyr and the Emperor! "

Sam ... uh ... Ra'zirad looked around. His armor was over. His sword was no longer any rust spots and had become sharp as a razor. He left the tomb and looked at the sandy dunes stretching out of sight. His horse was still at the entrance, where it left off. He climbed into the saddle and started fighting Dunmers slavers.

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