Eclipse of Magick
I do not own Morrowind, or any of the characters here, except my own, Nucio Tsarinth, the Dunmer, the insanely power-hungry and sex-crazy hero of the story. The disclaimer will last for the entire story.
Grinning madly under his stolen Her Hand's armour, Nucio hacked a particularly vicious blow to the High Ordinator with his Ebony Scimitar. A drop of sweat poised on the edge of his nose, tickling it slightly, before it dropped off. Snatching a bottle from the ground beside him, Nucio chugged the contents, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Bit it gave him the boost he needed. It had been a Fortify Strength potion. Stabbing harshly forward, Nucio crowed in triumph as his blade punched through his opponent's armour, slicing deep into one lung. Collapsing forward, the High Ordinator stared insolently up at Nucio.
"Do you yield" Nucio asked, and in reply, the High Ordinator spat a glob of blood at Nucio. "Bad move, bitch" Nucio swore, before raising his blade in two hands. And brought it down, right on the High Ordinator's neck, sending the head rolling. Looking around, he noticed a very cute Dunmer, staring at him in wonder. Swaggering up, he bobbed his head slightly. "Greetings, what would your name be, sera?" Nucio asked. "M...My name is Marena. Marena Gilnith" she responded, stuttering a bit. "Marena, what a lovely name". Casting an oblivious spell at Marena, she pressed herself close to him. "I have a room at the Winged Guar, want to go there?" Nucio asked, and all he got in reply, was a nod.
Swaggering out of the local bar, Nucio squinted a bit in the bright light. That mistake almost cost him his life. An arrow screamed toward him, intent on its kill. Hearing the arrow, Nucio dodged to the left, falling behind the banister. The arrow had lodged itself into the neck guard of his helm. Extending his hand, Nucio mumbled a few words, and an intensly hot, burning ball of flame ignited in his hand. Seeing the assassin high-lighted in the early-morning sun, Nucio ducked out, and hurled the fireball at the victim.
It struck dead on. It looked as if the sun had exploded. "What the hell?" Nucio muttered. The fireball had been weaker than usual. A chunk of wall fell to the ground. The assassin still stood. "TIME TO DIE, ASSHOLE" Nucio screamed, before running straight at a parallel building. The arrow must have rattled his brain, the assassin thought. The population of Godsreach watched on, knowing the assassin was dead. Leaping high into the air, Nucio allowed his momentum to carry him along the wall, parallel to the ground, before he leaped at the assassin. Somehow, during the leap, he had drawn his Ebony Scimitar. It seemed as if Nucio was floating, before he fell toward the assassin. Stretching his blade forward, and pressing his other arm to his side, he shot straight at the assassin.
Watching his death approach, the figure clad in black could only gape. Then Nucio struck. His blade struck deep into the assassin's skull, a resounding "thunk" echoing everywhere. Falling over the edge, with his blade still stuck in his opponent's skull, Nucio curled himself into a ball, somersaulting with the body twirling around on the outside. The body slipped free of the blade, and shot at tremendous speed toward the sculpture in Plaza Brindisi Dorom. Landing on his feet, Nucio planted his hand to steady himself, as he watched the body smash into the sculpture. Yet it remained intact, but the body burst like a giant water-skin that had been stomped on. A piece of paper fluttered down past his face, and Nucio snapped out a hand to grab the piece of paper that was tainting him. It was just a writ, but was signed with a curiously wrought letter. H Guessing it stood for Helseth, the current king, Nucio stood up and disappeared through the open door, into the palace courtyard
Looking around, Nucio Tsarinth noted the mercenary. Skirting around the edge of the courtyard, Nucio entered the Palace proper. An Argonian was standing there, clad in a flowing, purple extravagant robe. Walking forward, his boots struck the floor sharply. Climbing the stairwell, he noticed that his bulky armour made it harder to get through these small openings. Snarling in impatience when his pauldrons got stuck, Nucio yanked himself free, falling to his knee.
"Damnit" Nucio muttered before standing up. Walking up to the door, Nucio made a fist, and then rapped sharply on the door. "Who's there" asked a voice from behind the door. "I am Nucio Tsarinth, here to see King Helseth about an assassination attempt made on my life". The lock on the door clicked, before a blade came flying out, just missing his neck by inches. A tall Redguard, clad in the signature Royal Guard came shooting out, slashing viciously at Nucio. Taken off-guard for a moment, all Nucio could do was back away. Regaining his composure, Nucio blocked the blow that would have ended his life. Bringing his Ebony Scimitar around, Nucio fended off the next blow, the momentum carrying the blade past Karrod's blade and stopped less than an inch from Karrod's neck. "I yield" Karrod announced, shocking all who heard. Karrod had been a mute.
"Please come in, Nucio" echoed a voice from within the dimly lit throne- room. Stalking past Karrod, Nucio entered the throne room. "You have bested my champion Karrod, and have made him talk again. To you, I give you this blade". Taking a case from beside the throne, it was three feet long. Opening the case, inside it was a blade that was obviously Daedric in origin. "We know you have been feeling the lack of magicka within our fair realm. Almalexia is draining all of it to power and further her own ambitions. Only with this blade can you even hope to defeat her". "What is the name of this powerful blade, and where can I find the other pieces" Nucio asked Helseth, his helm sending shards of light flitting around the throne room. "This blade is named God Slayer, once wielded by Aronou Daedrakin" Nucio visibly recoiled. Aronou had been legendary, and had once walked the land of Tamriel, seeking to re-establish the power of the Daedra.
After he had re-established their power to at least being known and respected, he had taken his place among the Daedric Princes. But his blade had disappeared from knowledge. "The other two pieces are located in the other two lands, Vvardenfell and Solstheim. I give you my best wishes. Also, we have consulted with our priests and magi, and it appears you have only 1 year to recover the pieces of God Slayer. After that, we do not know". Snorting in derision, Nucio turned to leave. "Just one moment, Nucio. The second piece of the blade is located in Vivec's palace and will not give it up without a fight, and the final piece is located under the Altar of Thrond". Nodding once more, Nucio strode out of the room, his head awhirl with all that had happened. "It appears I will have to break Shrazer out of retirement" Nucio joked to himself. Exiting the courtyard and into Plaza Brindisi Dorom, Nucio looked around with a new eye.
Smiling under his helm, Nucio cracked the door open. Throwing it open, Nucio broke into a gentle jog and wove his way toward his manor. Entering it, Nucio saw that the insides had been ravaged by fire. Walking up to the far wall, Nucio pulled back his hand, clenched it and smashed it through the fire-strengthened wood. His hand found the hilt of a Daedric Claymore. Withdrawing the blade, Nucio gazed at it fondly. Reaching in again, he withdrew a custom made bracer, with an Ebony Tower Shield attached to the side, perfect for blocking. Slipping his Her Hands gauntlet off, Nucio made a point with his hand, and slipped it in. The bracer still fit perfectly. Reaching in again, Nucio drew out a knapsack made out of guars-skin. Slipping it over his shoulder, Nucio turned around and waved his hand. A sphere of magicka appeared and coalesced before him. In it, the graceful, yet bulky cantons of Vivec rose majestically into the blue-grey sky of Vvardenfell. Gazing around, Nucio stepped into the portal. It felt as if the wind was rushing by him at an enormous speed. Shooting out an enormous speed, Nucio slammed right into the wall of the Foreign Quarter, right in- front of an Ordinator.
In Oblivion, Aronou was in deep conference with the Anticipations and the Four Corners of the House of Troubles. "Listen, he must recover my blade of old, but he can only do so through personal tragedy" Aronou stated, enjoying the looks that played across all their faces. "But what I don't understand is why he must suffer tragedy" Azura asked, her Dunmer complexion contrasting sharply with Aronou's dark brown skin. "Isn't it obvious, Azura. The only way he can unlock his true potential is through anger" Molag Bal stated. "No, you stupid lizard. The reason is that when he initiates the sundering of the world, he must have no regrets about doing so".
The other Daedra lords looked surprised by this revelation, but slowly, they began to nod. "You know, perhaps you should be sent back to Vvardenfell to help Nucio, Aronou" Mephala said, giving her opinion for the first time. Aronou swirled around to glare at her, fire blazing in his eyes. "You know, Mephala, that's actually a good idea" Azura crowed, smirking at Aronou victoriously. "Fine, let me just go and get my armour out of retirement" Aronou said, disappearing into the magickal energies of Oblivion. Appearing outside of his manor, Aronou strode inside. His three lovers were upstairs, so he was free to get his armour. His ebony armour hovered in the air, quivering with power. Stepping up to it, Aronou turned ethereal for a moment and passed through the armour, before solidifying. Gazing out through his visor, Aronou could feel the old thrill of battle fill him again. Walking over to the mantle, Aronou reached out a hand, and a sword formed in his hand. His armoured hands clenched, surrounding the hilt of the Daedric Claymore.
"It isn't God Slayer, but it'll have to do" Aronou uttered. The blade sent shots of fire careening through-out the room, followed by orbs of ice and lightning. Disappearing again, Aronou emerged alongside the Daedra. "Fine, I'm ready to go" Aronou resentfully muttered. "One way trip to Vivec's Palace then" Azura said, grinning madly. "Damn you, Azura" Aronou yelled. The seven Daedra all shot their energy at him, and Aronou was shot through the walls separating the mortal world and Oblivion. "No matter how many times I do this, I never get tired of it" Aronou hollered as he passed through mountains ranges, and even people. Finally, he shot right into Vivec's palace, crashing into a pillar, cracking it in two.
Please R&R. I have permission from Magnificent Mage to use Aronou.
I do not own Morrowind, or any of the characters here, except my own, Nucio Tsarinth, the Dunmer, the insanely power-hungry and sex-crazy hero of the story. The disclaimer will last for the entire story.
Grinning madly under his stolen Her Hand's armour, Nucio hacked a particularly vicious blow to the High Ordinator with his Ebony Scimitar. A drop of sweat poised on the edge of his nose, tickling it slightly, before it dropped off. Snatching a bottle from the ground beside him, Nucio chugged the contents, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Bit it gave him the boost he needed. It had been a Fortify Strength potion. Stabbing harshly forward, Nucio crowed in triumph as his blade punched through his opponent's armour, slicing deep into one lung. Collapsing forward, the High Ordinator stared insolently up at Nucio.
"Do you yield" Nucio asked, and in reply, the High Ordinator spat a glob of blood at Nucio. "Bad move, bitch" Nucio swore, before raising his blade in two hands. And brought it down, right on the High Ordinator's neck, sending the head rolling. Looking around, he noticed a very cute Dunmer, staring at him in wonder. Swaggering up, he bobbed his head slightly. "Greetings, what would your name be, sera?" Nucio asked. "M...My name is Marena. Marena Gilnith" she responded, stuttering a bit. "Marena, what a lovely name". Casting an oblivious spell at Marena, she pressed herself close to him. "I have a room at the Winged Guar, want to go there?" Nucio asked, and all he got in reply, was a nod.
Swaggering out of the local bar, Nucio squinted a bit in the bright light. That mistake almost cost him his life. An arrow screamed toward him, intent on its kill. Hearing the arrow, Nucio dodged to the left, falling behind the banister. The arrow had lodged itself into the neck guard of his helm. Extending his hand, Nucio mumbled a few words, and an intensly hot, burning ball of flame ignited in his hand. Seeing the assassin high-lighted in the early-morning sun, Nucio ducked out, and hurled the fireball at the victim.
It struck dead on. It looked as if the sun had exploded. "What the hell?" Nucio muttered. The fireball had been weaker than usual. A chunk of wall fell to the ground. The assassin still stood. "TIME TO DIE, ASSHOLE" Nucio screamed, before running straight at a parallel building. The arrow must have rattled his brain, the assassin thought. The population of Godsreach watched on, knowing the assassin was dead. Leaping high into the air, Nucio allowed his momentum to carry him along the wall, parallel to the ground, before he leaped at the assassin. Somehow, during the leap, he had drawn his Ebony Scimitar. It seemed as if Nucio was floating, before he fell toward the assassin. Stretching his blade forward, and pressing his other arm to his side, he shot straight at the assassin.
Watching his death approach, the figure clad in black could only gape. Then Nucio struck. His blade struck deep into the assassin's skull, a resounding "thunk" echoing everywhere. Falling over the edge, with his blade still stuck in his opponent's skull, Nucio curled himself into a ball, somersaulting with the body twirling around on the outside. The body slipped free of the blade, and shot at tremendous speed toward the sculpture in Plaza Brindisi Dorom. Landing on his feet, Nucio planted his hand to steady himself, as he watched the body smash into the sculpture. Yet it remained intact, but the body burst like a giant water-skin that had been stomped on. A piece of paper fluttered down past his face, and Nucio snapped out a hand to grab the piece of paper that was tainting him. It was just a writ, but was signed with a curiously wrought letter. H Guessing it stood for Helseth, the current king, Nucio stood up and disappeared through the open door, into the palace courtyard
Looking around, Nucio Tsarinth noted the mercenary. Skirting around the edge of the courtyard, Nucio entered the Palace proper. An Argonian was standing there, clad in a flowing, purple extravagant robe. Walking forward, his boots struck the floor sharply. Climbing the stairwell, he noticed that his bulky armour made it harder to get through these small openings. Snarling in impatience when his pauldrons got stuck, Nucio yanked himself free, falling to his knee.
"Damnit" Nucio muttered before standing up. Walking up to the door, Nucio made a fist, and then rapped sharply on the door. "Who's there" asked a voice from behind the door. "I am Nucio Tsarinth, here to see King Helseth about an assassination attempt made on my life". The lock on the door clicked, before a blade came flying out, just missing his neck by inches. A tall Redguard, clad in the signature Royal Guard came shooting out, slashing viciously at Nucio. Taken off-guard for a moment, all Nucio could do was back away. Regaining his composure, Nucio blocked the blow that would have ended his life. Bringing his Ebony Scimitar around, Nucio fended off the next blow, the momentum carrying the blade past Karrod's blade and stopped less than an inch from Karrod's neck. "I yield" Karrod announced, shocking all who heard. Karrod had been a mute.
"Please come in, Nucio" echoed a voice from within the dimly lit throne- room. Stalking past Karrod, Nucio entered the throne room. "You have bested my champion Karrod, and have made him talk again. To you, I give you this blade". Taking a case from beside the throne, it was three feet long. Opening the case, inside it was a blade that was obviously Daedric in origin. "We know you have been feeling the lack of magicka within our fair realm. Almalexia is draining all of it to power and further her own ambitions. Only with this blade can you even hope to defeat her". "What is the name of this powerful blade, and where can I find the other pieces" Nucio asked Helseth, his helm sending shards of light flitting around the throne room. "This blade is named God Slayer, once wielded by Aronou Daedrakin" Nucio visibly recoiled. Aronou had been legendary, and had once walked the land of Tamriel, seeking to re-establish the power of the Daedra.
After he had re-established their power to at least being known and respected, he had taken his place among the Daedric Princes. But his blade had disappeared from knowledge. "The other two pieces are located in the other two lands, Vvardenfell and Solstheim. I give you my best wishes. Also, we have consulted with our priests and magi, and it appears you have only 1 year to recover the pieces of God Slayer. After that, we do not know". Snorting in derision, Nucio turned to leave. "Just one moment, Nucio. The second piece of the blade is located in Vivec's palace and will not give it up without a fight, and the final piece is located under the Altar of Thrond". Nodding once more, Nucio strode out of the room, his head awhirl with all that had happened. "It appears I will have to break Shrazer out of retirement" Nucio joked to himself. Exiting the courtyard and into Plaza Brindisi Dorom, Nucio looked around with a new eye.
Smiling under his helm, Nucio cracked the door open. Throwing it open, Nucio broke into a gentle jog and wove his way toward his manor. Entering it, Nucio saw that the insides had been ravaged by fire. Walking up to the far wall, Nucio pulled back his hand, clenched it and smashed it through the fire-strengthened wood. His hand found the hilt of a Daedric Claymore. Withdrawing the blade, Nucio gazed at it fondly. Reaching in again, he withdrew a custom made bracer, with an Ebony Tower Shield attached to the side, perfect for blocking. Slipping his Her Hands gauntlet off, Nucio made a point with his hand, and slipped it in. The bracer still fit perfectly. Reaching in again, Nucio drew out a knapsack made out of guars-skin. Slipping it over his shoulder, Nucio turned around and waved his hand. A sphere of magicka appeared and coalesced before him. In it, the graceful, yet bulky cantons of Vivec rose majestically into the blue-grey sky of Vvardenfell. Gazing around, Nucio stepped into the portal. It felt as if the wind was rushing by him at an enormous speed. Shooting out an enormous speed, Nucio slammed right into the wall of the Foreign Quarter, right in- front of an Ordinator.
In Oblivion, Aronou was in deep conference with the Anticipations and the Four Corners of the House of Troubles. "Listen, he must recover my blade of old, but he can only do so through personal tragedy" Aronou stated, enjoying the looks that played across all their faces. "But what I don't understand is why he must suffer tragedy" Azura asked, her Dunmer complexion contrasting sharply with Aronou's dark brown skin. "Isn't it obvious, Azura. The only way he can unlock his true potential is through anger" Molag Bal stated. "No, you stupid lizard. The reason is that when he initiates the sundering of the world, he must have no regrets about doing so".
The other Daedra lords looked surprised by this revelation, but slowly, they began to nod. "You know, perhaps you should be sent back to Vvardenfell to help Nucio, Aronou" Mephala said, giving her opinion for the first time. Aronou swirled around to glare at her, fire blazing in his eyes. "You know, Mephala, that's actually a good idea" Azura crowed, smirking at Aronou victoriously. "Fine, let me just go and get my armour out of retirement" Aronou said, disappearing into the magickal energies of Oblivion. Appearing outside of his manor, Aronou strode inside. His three lovers were upstairs, so he was free to get his armour. His ebony armour hovered in the air, quivering with power. Stepping up to it, Aronou turned ethereal for a moment and passed through the armour, before solidifying. Gazing out through his visor, Aronou could feel the old thrill of battle fill him again. Walking over to the mantle, Aronou reached out a hand, and a sword formed in his hand. His armoured hands clenched, surrounding the hilt of the Daedric Claymore.
"It isn't God Slayer, but it'll have to do" Aronou uttered. The blade sent shots of fire careening through-out the room, followed by orbs of ice and lightning. Disappearing again, Aronou emerged alongside the Daedra. "Fine, I'm ready to go" Aronou resentfully muttered. "One way trip to Vivec's Palace then" Azura said, grinning madly. "Damn you, Azura" Aronou yelled. The seven Daedra all shot their energy at him, and Aronou was shot through the walls separating the mortal world and Oblivion. "No matter how many times I do this, I never get tired of it" Aronou hollered as he passed through mountains ranges, and even people. Finally, he shot right into Vivec's palace, crashing into a pillar, cracking it in two.
Please R&R. I have permission from Magnificent Mage to use Aronou.