Gevaden: I hope you enjoy this fic, if you have any problems with it please make suggestions in your review thanks.
A priest entered the Palace of Vivec with news of the recent war. He spotted Vivec, what an amazing site Vivec was; he was nether Dark Elf or High Elf. His skin changed colour right down middle.
"What do you want my child?" asked Vivec.
"I come with bad news my lord." He said in a cowering tone.
"What is this news?"
"The Nerevarine is worried about our ability to win the war, he says that if the Empire keep progressing at this rate they will reach the walls of Vivec in three months. He says we have only one choice if we can win my lord."
"What is this choice?"
"We must convince the Breton to fight for us sir, the Nerevarine is convinced that the Breton could turn the tide of this war."
"The Breton you speak of, you speak of Ryan do you not?"
"Yes my lord."
"Then why are you here, you should be getting him to fight for us."
"I have tried my lord, he refuses to fight for either side my lord."
"Why will he not fight for us? What did you offer him?"
"He refuses to fight for us because he claims that he was refused a place in the temple some years ago. I offered him six hundred thousand drakes a month plus his fair share of spoils but he refused still."
"I shall say this once priest, listen carefully. I want you to take a dozen Ordinators and go to the Breton, ask him to join again but if he refuses you are to kill him and burn his plantation to the ground, bring the Duke with you, his presence will convince Ryan just how much we need him." Said Vivec before turning his back on the priest.
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Duke Dren, the priest and a dozen Ordinators walked into the Bretons plantation, it was killing Dren to be here to plead the Breton to join them, as this plantation was once his brothers before the Breton killed him and took it.
They walked up to Ryan's house and spotted his wife, a beautiful Nord carrying their baby daughter.
The priest removed his helmet and asked the Nord woman for Ryan's presence, she got up and walked inside the house where she found her husband writing up something.
"Ryan, Dren is outside with a priest and a dozen Ordinators make them leave, they have bothered us enough." She said with a soft voice. Ryan rose and walked outside to the visitors.
"Why are you here?" he asked, running his hand through his long blonde hair. Dren stepped forward.
"We have come to ask you, no plead with you to help us fight against the empire, Vivec is offering you double what he offered last time." Said Dren falling to one knee, containing his rising rage.
"I have no reason to fight for Vivec, but if he comes here personally then I shall consider it." He said with a blank face. Dren couldn't hold in his anger anymore, he got up and pointed a finger at Ryan's house.
"Fight for us you N'wah or we shall burn this place to the ground!" as you can guess Ryan did not take kindly to the threat, he charged up a spell of shock spell and blasted Dren, Dren fell to his knees in pain. The Ordinators rushed at Ryan who leapt into the air far to high for them to hit him, he stole Dren's sword and stabbed an Ordinator in the back before taking his shield. An Ordinator tried to slam Ryan on the head with his mace but Ryan used the shield to defend himself and then he slid the sword under the shield as it still up a bit and he jabbed the Ordinator in the stomach, it keeled over and died.
The rest tried to kill him but he jumped around and took them out one by one until only two remained, then Ryan summoned a Dremora Lord, a Dremora and a Winged Twilight to distract them while he simply walked over and with one quick slash gutted them both.
"Priest, you shall run to Vivec and tell him that I fight for the Empire!" Ryan was inhaling great amounts of air in a failing attempt to calm down. The Priest nodded a little before running.
Ryan looked to Dren who had grabbed an Ebony Mace and was running at Ryan with murderous intents. Ryan flicked a leg up quickly and smashed Dren in the jaw quickly; the Dunmer fell on his back before getting up but it was pointless as a spear held by the Dremora Lord skewered him.
Ryan ran into the house and told his wife to go to her sisters in Caldera, if the war gets anywhere near she is to go to the East Empire Company mine on Solstheim, Ryan had a house there and was very good friends with Falco, she would be safe there.
Ryan gathered his soldiers that defended his plantation, his equipment and headed for the Imperial Fort outside Balmora.
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Vivec could tell that his priest had failed him, but he did not know the damage until the Priest arrived at the temple.
"I can foresee the Breton leading the Imperial troops here to Vivec, he shall be at the steps of my temple, and as he approaches my doors a wild arrow will hit him in the back, who shot it I cannot tell, if he survives I cannot tell but I when he is hit I shall strike him down myself, send for Stendarr's Hammer in Mournhold, I want to be ready." Said Vivec, worried for his people.
"My lord, is this for certain?" asked the Priest.
"Nothing is certain anymore, the prophecy was that the Nerevarine would force the empire out of Morrowind but now it would seem that the Nerevarine is failing to bring about this."
"My Lord, what would happen if the Breton and the Nerevarine were to fight?"
"I expect the Nerevarine would be triumphant, but I am unsure as the Breton has beaten the odds a hundred times."
"If the Nerevarine did win, then the morale of the Empire troops would be battered. They would be leaderless in a sense, it could be a turning point in the war! It could be what we need!"
"We shall try your idea, but if the Nerevarine dies then they will breach the walls of Vivec. The Ordinators will be outnumber and beaten, I shall be outnumbered and beaten."
"My Lord, with the Hammer in hand you shall smote your foes!"
"How many can I strike down before I myself am stricken down?"
"You shall not be my lord! We can call for more troops from Almalexia, the high Ordinators will strike down many of the Imperial N'Wahs."
"Mournhold will not last the war, I fear for Almalexia."
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It was early the early that night when Ryan and his fifty men reached their destination, they were welcomed with open arms. The champion came to speak to Ryan.
"Ryan, does this mean what I think it does? Or are you hear to kill us without us knowing it?" he said with a smile.
"I am here to help you fight the Tribunal, but tell me how did Duke Dren escape Ebonheart, last time I checked it was controlled by the Empire." Said Ryan a little jokingly.
"He was transported out by magic. There was nothing we could do." Replied the Fort Moonmoth Champion."
"Well then, lets get to work."
Gevaden: I know the first chapter is short, but I only wanted this chapter to give an idea of what's going on. If you have any problems please tell me.