So some of you reading this may have already read On Black Wings. This is completely irrelevant but I was looking into some character builds and found one that really interested me. This is the result: the Obsidian Sentinel. As of now, its simply a one shot to see how people react. If enough people are interested, I'll post some more chapters. Enjoy!
Ch. 1: Awakening
In the cold reaches of northern Skyrim, inside of the frozen fortress, behind the icy walls of stone and steel, a lone crypt stands by itself. It is separate from the others yet just as undecorated. One would never recognize it from the others, save for the fact that it was separate. That and it was encased in ice.
The ice covered the makeshift tomb from head to foot, trapping whatever was inside within its frosty clutches. Little of what was inside could be seen except for the obsidian faceplate. The thin slit of an eyehole was void of any light of life within. For all intents and purposes, the block of ice contained no sign of life.
But somewhere else in Skyrim, where the snow sat thick as troll fur, an object of enormous, magical magnitude was being defiled by those with heinous intentions. A sudden surge of raw magicka blasted from the abused object and rippled across all of Tamriel. As the ripple passed over the frozen fortress, the void tomb suddenly sparked. The slit in the faceplate suddenly became luminous with an azure light.
As suddenly as the light flashed into existence, the ice around the faceplate shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. A tall figure was revealed covered from head to toe in ebony armor. At his side, an ebony longsword rested while across his back, an obsidian shield lay. As the figure rolled its neck from side to side, the various crypts also held movement. The ebony clad one drew its sword while dozens of other figures shambled out of the shadows of the Nordic burial ground.
A flash of powerful fire blasted from one of the hand of one of the figures, a Draugr as they are called. The fireball slammed into the ebony steel as a strange blue light enveloped it. Once the small explosion faded, the steel was revealed to be unharmed in the slightest. The ebony warrior lashed his own hand out at the Draugr, sending a fireball of the same intensity blasting out. The Draugr didn't fair nearly as well as the ebony warrior and was subsequently vaporized by the blast.
A flash of steel and two Draugr, who had been rushing the ebony titan, fell headless. Sparks flew as an ancient greatsword bounced off the ebony longsword before a second fireball slammed into the back of the ebony warrior. As it sliced his opponent's gut open, he threw a second fireball behind him, this one matching the offending spell as well.
The Draugr may have been dead but at one point they were alive. They had actually managed to retain much of their senses even in death. These in particular had been chosen specifically to guard the ebony titan and realized quickly that magic was ineffective against him. His powerful and unnatural ability to absorb magic made him a terror for mages. They moved in with sword and axe to overpower him.
The ebony warrior ducked as a dilapidated axe spilt the air over his helm. He was forced to roll out of the way as a greatsword slashed downward, rending the axe wielding Draugr in half. He spun as he rose and took the legs from another before slicing its chest open.
He fell one more of the undead before grabbing one of their throats in his midnight grasp. The blue light surrounded them both as he drained the magical essence from it, fending off its brethren with his sword until the walking corpse was sucked dry. He threw the body but not before sending powerful lightning coursing through its dried up veins. The result was that when the corpse hit another, it sent powerful lightning scattering around the room and forcing the life from the reanimated bodies.
The ebony warrior stood over his remaining foes, weakened from his first spell. As a vampire would do, he grabbed their throats and drained their magicka from them, one by one, until all of his foes were unmoving once more. He turned his attention then to where the original blast of magicka had come from. He used his stolen magic to blast the wall apart before w3alking out into the cold snow of northern Skyrim. The hunt had just begun.
