Chapter 1: where the hell are my people
The Dwemer before they vanished were experimenting on freezing living bodys. After freezing and thawing a cow, decided to see if a dwemer could survive three months in a frozen state.
I was the volunteer to this experiment.
I entered the freezing chamber thinking that the brethren would never let me die or keep me in longer. But then again I did not expect for them to vanish.
When I got out of the freezing chamber I was frozen in a block of ice for I only got out because of a crack in the glass. I fell to the floor as the door buckled under the weight of the ice. I landed on the floor as the ice that encased me was shattered. I then began to regain consciousness. I looked around the now poorly lit room. The room was in a condition that was quite filthy for a dwarven room. I immediately began to pick up after my colleagues. I found a robe in the chest and put it one for I had nothing but my undergarments on. I also saw my dagger on the table next to the now ruined freeze chamber. I picked it up and strapped it to my side. Then I went for the door, unaware of the horror that awaited me.
I saw bones of my kin lying around, scattered, as if the wind drove the bones apart. Then I saw some of the bones of their murderers. Bones I knew by heart after days of intense study.
"Falmer" I muttered
By the look of the bones they were dead for more than a couple hundred years.
"Impossible" I said in astonishment. Then I heard something rolling down the hallway. I drew my dagger and prepared to avenge my fallen friends. Before I knew it I was surrounded by two dwarven spheres. A spider came behind me and then a dwarven centurion came off the wall and walked towards me. I was surrounded. I had my dagger in a fighting stance and prepared for the worst.
Instead all of the machines bowed.
I was dumbstruck by the gesture.
"We knew our Masters were not gone" The centurion said.
"You can speak?"
"Aye. I'm the first and only sentient centurion ever created. I used to be a dwemer like you, but I was cursed and my soul was trapped in this armor." Then screeches filled the air. The centurion turned to the corridor and said "quickly you must follow the spider and reach the surface before the falmer find you."
I fled with the spider down the hallway while I could hear the sounds of battle echo through the halls. When we entered a room we could see falmer fighting the war machines that my people created. Each machine gave a salute while when the falmer saw me they screeched in fury but could not get past their metal foes. soon we got to the room that lead outside.
The centurion's voice echoed in my mind "go the ballistae will give you coverage."
True to his word two ballistae suddenly appeared shooting a falmer in the face as they did.
I ran for the door.
By now falmer were trying to get to me. But every time they were getting skewered as the ballistae did their work.
With good effort I launched myself out of there and ran from the city I once called home and headed into the wilds of Skyrim.
