Amongst Many Souls
Skirting along the damp fungal tunnels, Amarie came face to face with the man who summoned her. "Vestige, I'm glad you've arrived, there is something aloft within an area known as the Chamber of Darkness. I would like you to investigate".
The prophet, although blind looked at Amarie Lorone. A young Breton, with ash brown hair that reached past her shoulders. Amber eyes which speak of horrors still in mind. She was wearing medium armour, which was fashioned by her heritage and coloured black and silver. she was ready to meet whatever dangers stood before her.
"The God of Schemes is plotting something, I can feel his awful power at in motion, but I cannot say what. Mannimarco may be at the heart of it though, you must be vigilant Vestige". The Prophet said as he moved his hands, creating a portal.
"Will Sai Sahan, Lyris, or Abnar be joining" Amarie enquired, seeing that none of her companions were near.
"They have gone to investigate other matters, Mannimarco's cult has been stirring up trouble. They left to disturb their sacrifices. I was reassured you could handle yourself". Amarie nodded, stepping through the portal.
Obsidian ground meet her when she landed, freezing air chilling her to the bone. The forever darkened sky rumbling. "nightmarish as always" she mumbled under her breath. Checking her Ebon dagger and sword was still in place. She walked, and snuck when necessary, avoiding Daedra.
"The master said to be patient, but this place is starting to unnerve me" a worm cultist, covered head to toe in dark leathers conversing with his friend, who was busy keeping a wary eye.
"They're planning something, but they're not saying, makes me nervous with this big confidential plan and all" the other muttered keeping an eye out.
"Better split up" they agreed and went their own ways. Kneeling behind a rock, Amarie heard the conversation, keeping what she heard in the back of her mind. Behind a deteriorated building, a cultist came out. Amarie drew her sword and dagger, using magic to cover herself and slashed at the man. When he fell, Amarie looked over his body to find clues as to what's going on.
"Drats" she exclaimed as she realised that he had nothing, but the noise of his gurgling, altering Deadra nearby. An Ogrim and a Dremora came into view, screaming at her.
"Drates" she wavily said loader.
"Look what we've got here, a little guar wants to play". Amarie ran as fast as she could, towards the Dremora and attacked. She pierced him as much as she could, draining his life essence away. She thought she was doing well, until she fell over from impact from her side.
"Damn" she said as she got up. Holding tightly to her weapons, she spun around and hit both enemies. The Dremora finally fell, but the Ogrim was angered by its companion's death. The Ogrim charged at her again, but she was ready. Sidestepping the attack, she performed the final blow. Breathless, she ran further into dwellings known as the Chamber of Darkness.
Within the inside of the chamber, enemies lessened, making Amarie on high alert with this new development. She slowly made her way deeper within the chamber, until she got to a peculiar room. Within the middle of the room was an alter with a single orb on it. There were grey, bloodstained rags lying on the alter and hanging within. The only quality item still in one piece was a red banner dedicated to Molag Bal himself. Stepping into the room, she looked around, searching for any hidden traps, and finding none.
"You think me so base as to trick you through traps, little one". Spinning around, Amarie came face to face with the King of Worms himself.
"Don't give me that look, it's stupid. Well I suppose you are, really". Smiling devilishly, he watched Amarie thinking of all the pain she could go through. Amarie used all her strength to stop her-self from attacking him.
"Nothing to say hmm, Well I'm glad to finally be rid of you, you insolent fool" he said as he walked away.
"What do you mean by that, you monster", she screamed, starting to give chase, until her blood froze. She couldn't move as claws trapped her where she was, hearing horrific evil laughter, looking on as one of her biggest enemies was retreating.
"A little mortal has fallen into my web". Absolute fear grabbed her. She wanted to cry, but knew she mustn't show fear in his presence, even though, he knew he could probably feel it anyway.
"Like a little annoying Fly, aren't you mortal. You thought you could undermine me, the God of Schemes. I am the Lord of Domination". Shivers ran down her spine, she wasn't ready for this confrontation yet, all she wanted to do was scream and cry out for Varen, Akatosh, anyone to come save her, but this was his domain.
"I knew the moment you walked within my realm, I watched your little pathetic skirmishes. Death would be too quick for you, I will see you suffer mortal" as he said those words, a vast, bright light engulfed her blinding all her senses, with the final thought "this is the end, I have failed everyone. I'm so sorry". Everything went dark.