Prologue
Imperial City-Prison District
The hall is dark and silent, except for one large candle sitting upon a table housing two chairs, housing two guards. The guards sit stationed in the middle of the hall, in front of one specific cell.
"Why we here again?"
The guard's voice draws the attention of his partner. The one who spoke was, like him, an Imperial, but his voice was only sightly higher pitch because of age.
"We're here to watch over this guy-"
"Yeah, I already know that, but I don't know why."
The second man sighed looking back towards the cell. The man within was lying upon the ground, looking undeniably uncomfortable. He was wearing the standard prison get-up, and his pitch-black shoulder length hair was sprawled out around his head.
"...-Hey!"
Startled, the man turned back to his partner. "What?"
The younger man looked at him with squinted eyes. "You spaced out there for a moment. Whats the deal with this guy?"
The older man nodded once and turned his head to the cell again. "You hear about the accident that happened yesterday?"
The other man nodded also looking toward the cell. The man looked to be about 16, and still unconscious. "Yeah, a little. Arch-mage Travon found a hideout of Necromancers, right?" His eyes suddenly widened. "Are you saying that guy's a Necromancer!?"
The man's exclamation caught the attention of the only other prisoner in the high security cells division. He staggered from his bedroll, and creeped toward the cell door, eager to hear the conversation.
"Not... Exactly." The older guard continued, neither noticing they had a new audience. "We did find that kid at the hideout, but the wierd thing is... It seemed as if-, Well let me say it this way. When we got there, everyone but that guy was dead. Not just dead though, slaughtered. Missing body parts, eyes, hearts, brains, limbs. It was horrible. Fifty men and women massacred, and that man laying down in the middle of it all, not a scratch on him."
The younger man looked faintly discusted, and not a little quezey. "So he killed them? All of them?"
The older man nodded 'no'. He was silent for a moment then started again. "The wizards found out what happened by modifying a scrying spell to see into the past."
"They can do that...?" The younger man mummbled, and at the glare he recieved murmered, "Sorry."
"Anyway..." The Imperial continued, "What happened was, the Necromancers preformed a ritual. A ritual that killed themselves and, the body parts flew into that guy."
The other guard looked to be seconds away from puking. Even so, as he looked at the prisoner on the floor, his eyebrows rose in confusion. "But he doesn't look...-"
"Like he has extra body parts? Yeah the Wizards were confused over that as well. It also confused them why the Necromancers would go and kill themselves preforming that ritual like that. They know it wasn't a mistake, because of what they saw in the scrying, so what? Was this guy their leader, who they gave their lives for? Or was he just the victim in an experiment?" The man shook his head, sighing.
After that the conversation died out. Each person lost in their thoughts.
Imperial City-Arcane University
All the Wizards with access to the university are gathered together at the underground research facility. Everyone, was formed into a giant seal formation. The strongest of the guild at the front, while the weakest to the back. It somewhat resembled a target, from an above look, with Arch-Mage Travon in the middle.
Travon sat upon a simple chair, in front of a simple table. Upon the table, sat a simple bowl, containing simply water.
The magic they were about to preform, though, was anything but simple.
"Remember people! Don't mess up the magic flow, or we all go up in flames!"
His speech had the desired results. Determined looks came upon all those around him. Nodding at their courage, he began.
"1st ring!"
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Unseen to two guards the prisoner's finger twitched, only seen by the criminal.
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The weakest magic users transfered all the magicka they could spare to the next ring of Wizards, who began storing it and adding their own magicka to it, ready for the signal.
Travon looked around and nodded.
"2nd ring!"
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The twitching stopped, only to be replaced by the mans hand clenching and unclenching gently.
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Pushing the magicka in the next ring, the 2nd ring fell back, exaushted, just like the 1st. The 3rd ring now held tremendous power, and like them passed it to the next ring upon the Arch-mage's call.
"3rd ring!"
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Along with the clenching hand, the mans eyes began to move under his eye lids, as if having a nightmare.
The second prisoner looked at the guards nervously. They still hadn't noticed.
Should he warn them.
A grin came upon his dark blueish skin, and his red eyes narrowed in amusement. Nah! Let them find out when its too late. He made to take careful, quiet steps back, ready to watch the show.
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Ring after ring transfered their ever growing power, coming closer and closer to the Arch-mage. Till finally only one ring and himself were left.
"Last!"
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The man's body was now being spasmodic as if having a seizure. And, as such movement is hard to miss, the guards saw.
"Shit!" the older cursed, turning toward the younger. "Go get a healer in here, NOW!"
He didn't see the younger man, as he turned back to the cell, but he heard him barrel up the stairs to his right, following his order. He quickly reached forward, taking the key from his side and putting in the key hole ready to turn it and help the prisoner.
I'm sorry to say we won't be hearing from that guard anymore.
His body was violently thrown back from the electric shock created from the wild magicka escaping from the man's body. The previously silent corridor was now filled with the man's screams, as his back arched, and his head was thrown back. It continued like this for several minutes.
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There was a sudden hush as Travon fell back, bringing the chair with him to the floor. The spell they had cast faded away, its job complete. The Arch-mage lay there upon the ground staring, star-struck.
"...By the Nine... What they've done..." His eyes closed, in prayer, or horror, or even simply weariness because of the spell, it is unsure.
"Raminus..." He called out still on the ground, eyes still closed. "Please contact the Emperor. I must tell him of what I've seen." Moments later he heard Raminus shuffle out of the room to fulfill his request. And as he shut the door, its slam seemed to start a sort of mob, as everyone rushed to help the Arch-mage.
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Yo, If ya like reading this, well, good for you. I'm just writing this to help clear out the writers block. Even so, I own most of the plots, except the original game plots, so don't steal them.