Cyrodiil’s Housing GuideMain pairing:
Xander/Spike (non-graphic, might not even be a real pairing in this story)MY Inspiration:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (all media forms), Angel the Series (all media forms), Elder Scrolls - Oblivion (all game platforms)Disclaimer:
This is my standard disclaimer; I don’t own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration. All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug. This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence.Author’s Note:
See author profile for preferred pairing.Summary:
Elder Scrolls-Oblivion. AU, altered timeline - YAHF - aftermath story! Xander finds the housing guide to several strange homes that have differing conditions for acquisition, all of which costs a little be of gold. He knows all about treasure hunting for gold.Speech Legend:
(This is the standard by which I write most of my stories and therefore you will not see this repeated in future chapters)
(…Other Languages/Mind Speak/Alternate Speech Patterns like sign language…)Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike
CH 1 - Halloween Flashback
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A geek of the first order or perhaps of the Geeky Order, Alexander (Xander) L. Harris, loved his dungeons and dragons roots. He loved them so much that even as he grew older he always maintained a certain fondness for things that were created with dungeon crawling, hack and slash, destruction in mind.
The primary computer game from the ‘Elder Scrolls’
franchise that he’d ever played had been with his best friend Jesse and was called ‘Hammerfell’
and since then different versions came out at different times and on different gaming platforms. The recent one he’d played was on a computer platform called ‘Oblivion’
. He’d have preferred a handheld platform or game console version, but he couldn’t afford one yet.
However the game was fun and he loved coming up with new characters to play and be. The time of play depended on the quality of play for him, so he’d restart several times in order to come up with the character he could identify himself with. He’d have loved it if it had cooperative play, though and he knew Jesse would have liked this game.
So when Snyder nailed him and his friends to escort the brats for Halloween, he’d thought of going as one of his favourite game characters rather than going as a cheap soldier. He knew that he could ‘borrow’
a real short sword from Giles stash of weapons for the Slayer and that he could get a cheap bow and arrow set from the new costume store called Ethan’s.
The rest of his costume was relatively simple to come together because it didn’t require him to purchase much. Normal construction clothing, like tanned welders pants and steel toed construction boots would do for the costume. It worked out for him in this case and that had the added bonus of being something he’d be able to wear again for school or more especially during their nightly patrol.
The game characters didn’t have back packs, but he assumed that they had pouches of things, so he found four or five old black leather pouches that used to hold his marble collection. He put bits of things in the pouches to imitate jewels and gems, which were actually his old, but prettiest marbles that he still had. Chains were coloured party bead strings that were sold cheaply for little girls’ birthday parties and were leftover from Willow’s little girl days. He had burnt rolled paper to imitate aged scrolls and he even had a small sledge hammer at his waist to imitate a ‘repair hammer’ from the game.
The pouches hung from his belt, including the hammer and he properly strapped the short sword at his waist, hoping that he didn’t need to use it. The arrows were at his back and the bow was in place over his shoulder.
He was ready for that Halloween night... or so he thought.Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike
Flash Forward Many Years Ahead
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“Look, Harris,” Spike said. “I don’ rightly know what you’re getting at here, but would you mind telling me why we’re walking through this long god forsaken tunnel.”
“The map...,” Xander paused when the vampire snorted again. “Yes, the map... It has helped us out time and again to supplement our group financially, when we lived in Sunnydale, not that I told them just how much I found.” He muttered this and earned a wicked grin from his current traveling companion. “Just ‘cause you weren’t around for it doesn’t mean that nothing interesting was found. If you’d have been just slightly nicer, we could have gone adventuring while you lived with me, then you wouldn’t be doubting me now.”
“Whot ever,” Spike told him, still grinning at the thought that the supposed ‘White Knight’s’
group still thought of the boy as completely untainted. “Go on then, explain away what this ‘famous’
map of yours can do.”
“This map lists all spots that can be explored,” Xander said, showing him what it looked like. “First it shows faded images to indicate the best direction of travel and then solidifies when you’re near an interesting area. You’d have loved a couple of mines and dungeons that I’d found while Sunnydale was still up and running.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the vampire said, blowing smoke in the young man’s face. “So whot’s that got to do with finding a ‘Daedra Sword
’ and the ‘Heart of a Daedra’
for the slayer. By the way, since when did you gain this bit o’ magic paper?”
“Halloween night, remember?”
Spike’s eyes widened and he nodded. “Oh yeah, I remember. You took out nearly all of my stupid minions with tip-less arrows, how’d you get those by the way?”
“I just took the plastic tips off of the wooden shaft,” Xander said with a shrug. “I kind of figured they’d be the kind of arrows that a Dungeon Hunter would have.”
“Dungeon Hunter,” Spike said with a snort. “Whot kind of name is that, Dungeon Hunter?”
“That’s the name of the character class that I’d made up for the night,” Xander said. He’d already explained about the game and had since played it a couple of times on a PS3 platform. He’d even caught Spike playing it a couple of times too because according to the vampire he’d been ‘bored’
“Yah, never saved it,” Spike said.
“Honestly, I never thought about it after that night because I’m still technically a ‘Dungeon Hunter’
,” Xander told him. “You know that my skills from that night have never disappeared.”
“Lucky,” Spike said. He was honest enough about that because that boy’s carrying capacity was awesome in relation to human standards. It was something that he noticed the boy play down whenever he faked pain from the hits he received from the girls. The vampire had already been the transport mule a couple of times whenever the girls had moved, so he fully understood why the human downplayed his strength.
“Thanks,” Xander said. “Anyway this map has quest tabs attached to it, so whenever something that could be deemed a quest comes up, I check the map and see if there’s a location to a solution in this world. Hence this tunnel, although we seen to have been walking for a long time now...”
“Hours,” Spike said. “Not even with anything good to beat up on the way either. No fights, no blood or bloodshed, whot’s the good of that map.”
“We’re getting closer,” Xander said. “The solution is close, I can just feel it.”
“I guess so, since I can see some light over that away,” Spike said, pointing in a direction. “Looks like firelight though.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see,” Xander said. Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike - Xander - Spike
Six hours later Xander’s head was in his hands, shaking back and forth slowly in disbelief, as Spike cursed up a storm.
They’d finally managed to come through the tunnel, but at the end wasn’t the treasure they were looking for. It was a new adventure that was waiting for some hapless person to come along.
The story may need to be rewritten because of the exceptional daytime vampire now in the midst of the Elder Scrolls - Oblivion universe, but gods were gods. They would always welcome a new species as long as the quest got done. They only thing that they gave their chosen was a small booklet called ‘Cyrodiil’s Housing Guide.
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