Collab idea with keller. blair1, I hope you enjoy this little story with some future ideas based upon Elder Scrolls Online.

I don't own the Elder Scrolls, Bethesda does.

Promise to Fulfil

Cold Wind surged through the Mountains as a lone figure stepped through the snow, a black coat over his clothes the only thing which was protecting him from the cold. A Mace was attached to his left side, traces of green energy surging through it as he fought his way through the snow. By every minute which went by he felt his strength leaving him more and more as he had nobody with him. No friend or family to care for him anymore. He was completely alone.

He looked up as suddenly a Wolf appeared in front of him, as if it could sense that he's an easy prey. However he only narrowed his eyes as the wolf charged at him before he pulled out his Mace in a second and sliced it into the wolf's head. Its Soul surged into the Mace, blood running down the Mace as he looked at the Dead animal in front of him before back at the Mace. He tightened his Grip on it as memories came back into his mind.

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"You're doing great, Arthur. I'm proud of what you've become. One day you will get the pure vampire blood too, as did we all."

A young man with black hair gleamed at his father's words as he held his training sword tight in his Hand.

"Do you really think so?", the black haired Breton asked in excitement as his father looked proudly at him.

"I know it. You're proving yourself worthy more and more each day. Molag Bal himself would be pleased, my son. I have something for you...", his father turned around and mentioned his son to follow him towards a big chest which was standing on a table as he opened it. Arthur's eyes widened at the weapon his father pulled out of the chest. It was a big Mace, three faces of the Daedric Lord itself were decorating either side of it as green energy lines surged through it, sharp horns at the sides of the faces serving as deadly blades. His father's expression turned serious as he held the Mace in front of his son.

"Molag Bal has entrusted our family with her very own Mace. I kept it for a long time, to wait until you are ready to wield it in her Name. And this time is now, Arthur.", Arthur looked at the Mace in awe as he carefully placed a Hand on one of the horns before his father handed it to him with a proud smile until Arthur looked back at him.

"Make your enemies suffer as you strike them down, feed in their agony and always remember in whose honor you are wielding this Artifact. Please your Lord Molag Bal."

"I will, father."

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The Mace was the only thing which remembered Arthur of his parents before their time together ended as they died. His life had been a happy one as he lived together with them at a small shrine built in Cyrodiil, dedicated to Molag Bal. But since most people despised and hated the Daedra, such shrines were always hidden and away from civilization. Arthur spent his entire childhood to train and get stronger to make his father proud, to be worthy to serve Molag Bal herself. His parents were always there for him. But that was before the High elves came to Cyrodiil. Their home was destroyed, the shrine now only lay in ruins as Arthur lost everything he held dear once his parents died. He had no place to stay after that as he was forced to leave his destroyed home. By now his muscles had grown as he sweared to fulfil his promise to his father. To become even stronger, to prove himself worthy to serve Molag Bal and get the pure vampirism he had always longed for.

His way was leading him to High Rock, a place where he would have no fears and where he could start for a second time. But the way across the border between Skyrim and Hammerfell he chosed was leading him through the cold Mountains, as he could feel his strength leaving him. He lost track of the time he had been spending at fighting his way through the cold and snowy mountains. He panted heavily as he got on his knees for a moment as his legs felt numb, before he shakily brought himself up again. However he only lasted three steps further as he broke down again, his eyes feeling too heavy. He felt so tired…

He shook his head and gritted his teeth, he mustn't fall asleep now! He would freeze to death out here! He continued with narrowed eyes as he kept his eyes into the distance, telling himself that it couldn't be too far away anymore. Yet, there was something he could see in the distance… he stayed in place for a moment as he looked closer, he could see some kind of… building? He's in the middle of nowhere here! He rubbed his eyes but this wasn't a Trick of his mind, there was really something….

He took his remaining strength to get towards the building which was mostly covered in snow on the outside. Only a stone door was leading into the actual building which was built into the mountain. He opened it and stumbled inside before he quickly closed it again. He regained his breath for a brief moment and fired a small light into the room as he looked around and saw that he was in a small Hall, but nobody except him was here… however there were some torches on the stone walls which he enlightened with fire before he could feel the warm air around him. He fell to the ground as his legs completely gave in, he could only hear the crackling of the torches inside the room as he slowly fell asleep, letting the warm air engulf him…

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Footsteps echoed in the room as a figure eyed the sleeping Breton on the ground, gleaming blue eyes watching him as the figure stopped in front of him, its eyes focused on the Mace he was wearing, as an evil smile crept onto its face.

And that's it for the start, hope you enjoyed.

Have a wonderful day!