So, this is my first fanfic I've showed anyone. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
Update 5/21/08: fixed some errors/confusing sentences.
Chapter 1
Ashlands Region; 15th Last Seed, 3E 437 6:00 p.m.
Gil and Im-Ryu waited atop a charred hill overlooking two purple towers. The Daedric ruins below were shrouded in mist. Somewhere down there was M'Rimba on a scouting mission, gauging the enemy. Experienced in the College of Illusion, the Khajiit could become invisible in order to sneak around unwanted battles.
A shadowy figured appeared, but the fog was too thick to determine exactly what it was. The only thing certain was it strode toward the two Argonians, seemingly with confidence in their location. It was most likely M'Rimba. Gil readied his halberd, just in case it was something less pleasant.
He could see a little clearer once the figure came closer. Indeed, it was the old cat calmly and confidently striding up the slope. Gil relaxed.
"What did you see?" asked the blue scaled Argoninan boy when M'Rimba stopped in front of them.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
How is that possible?thought Gil. Daedric shrines were never empty. Something always attempted to impede an intruder's progress.
"What? Have they been killed already?" asked Im-Ryu, the female Argonian.
"Yes, very recently by the look of it." He turned to Gil. "What do you propose?"
Gil thought a moment. If all the Daedra in the area were gone, they had either been killed or were in hiding, waiting to ambush a raiding party. The common Daedra did not have strategic mind or organization to preform the latter. Someone had been there, or still was.
"Regardless if the people, or person, is still here or not, there will be little loot left inside. Maybe we should wait outside and ambush them. We can have all the loot that way," he answered.
"Foolish!" growled M'Rimba. "What if they have already left?"
"I think he's right, Gil. We should go inside and have a look," said Im-Ryu.
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Assarnatamat Shrine
Baeldir drew an enchanted arrow, a gray shaft of holding. The Daedroth advanced upon him. Shaking violently with fear, he attempted to nock the arrow, to no avail. He could not keep steady. A claw as big as the Bosmer's head came down upon him. Impulsively, he held his bow out to block the swipe. It splintered in his hand. He reached for his dagger at his belt. The humanoid gator gave him no opportunity. It's giant maw clamped onto his right shoulder, effortlessly tearing through Baeldir's leather armor and reaching the bone. He screamed in agony. Blood quickly soaked his shirt. His arm grew numb and his vision blurred. With a sickening rip, he pulled himself away from the jaws. He fell over. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the Daedroth looming down upon him…
Sorry there's a cliffhanger. I've already written the next part, I just need to type it.