Winter's Fire
Author's Note: This piece is inspired by true events, peoples and cultures that once existed, Bethesda's Elder Scrolls series, and the storylines, plotlines, characters, and events of the 'Skyrim RP'.
-BOOK ONE: THE SEA OF DRAGONS-
Prologue
If you go westward no matter where you are you will eventually hit a sea. This is a geological fact. The same is true if you go eastward, however there is a difference between going eastward and westward. For if you go westward across this sea, you will encounter a mystical land. At first sight, you will see a sandy beach, a vast expanse of rolling hills, a dense forest that is flanked by mountains to the right and grasslands to the left. If you travel southward you will see the glorious gleaming city of Claudius. The city of men.
Claudius is a city that was built with innocent blood, and to this very day the souls that inhabit this dark city cry out to the gods for deliverance. But the gods do not answer, for they have been dead for centuries. The streets of Claudius are polluted. Rats and feces scatter the ground, yesterday's garbage piles up next to the produce stall in the market. Flies feed off plague ridden flesh and discarded meat. In the main street, near the square, there is a center of filth and vile so despicable that even the Daren, with their undead armies and retched smell of death would not dare enter. If you were expecting a whorehouse, then you would be mistaken, if you were expecting a castle, you would only be partly correct. If you were expecting a dragon occupying said castle, then you would have won any prize you wish.
Simon Claudius III, a dastardly miser of sin, gold, and imperialism lived in this place. He was the leader of the guard, the voice of the people, the Emperor of the Empire, known as Tiofiassau. His face was devilish, looking like the spawn of a malignant faun who courted a young woman who didn't know any better. His only purpose, as he told his people often, was to cleanse this land of all sentient non-human creatures, to make this land, this Empire, a place of men and only men. Simon's plan was all in his head at the moment. In his mind the perfect world would have no Centauri, no Argonians and no certainly Djoder, for those civilizations will just kill themselves anyway. All Simon needs to do is sit back and watch the show. The Daren will be left alone, for the undead pose no threat. The Aros, the great birds of the sky will be sold into slavery and tortured for helping the opposition. The only other civilization left that Simon hadn't dealt with in his head was the Khajiit.
The enemy.
The ones that started all this war, all this pain, and the ones that let Simon through the front gates and into the Emperor's chair...