Prologue
Divayth Fyr had seen many things in his four thousand years of life, including the rise of living gods, wars that would cause the most war-hardened of men to weep in the immensity of their destruction, and the entire turning of his race from the once beautiful Chimer into the dark skinned, red eyed people they were now, but not even he could say that he was fully prepared when his patron deity Azura, decided that it was okay to send him flying through a portal to alternate world called Azeroth.
Of course the Lord of Tel Fyr had asked for a duty to do since his oldest friend Yagrum Bagarn and his four "daughters" as he termed them, had perished due to the treacherous Tribunals whim. He had been out collecting potions ingredients when the Tribunal's soldiers had attacked his home of Tel Fyr. Once he was finished collecting the latest ingredients in his search of a cure for Corpus disease, he used his spell of Recall to instantly teleport to the top of his tower, when he instantly noticed the smell of the burning bodies of his four daughters Alfe, Beyte, Delte, and Uupse. He instantly collapsed to his knees in grief as he noticed his daughters corpses, with his sweet Alfe's, the most innocent of his children, still wide open in shock and pain staring emptily into the sky.
While he was anguished over the death of his daughters, he still had a duty to his best friend, Yagrum, and quickly descended down the tower to see if his friend was still living. He knew it was not likely as his friend was always protective of the girls, and would likely have been the first to die, but he still had to hope that his friend was still breathing. As he ran down the stairs the evidence of a titanic struggle quickly became apparent, whether it was from the corpses strewn along the stairway or from the obvious signs of destruction magic being used as suggested from the scorch marks and patches of frost still lingering on the walls. Divayth took next to no notice of any of this however, as he came upon a sight that filled him with rage. His greatest friend was laying on the ground helpless as his dwarven metal spider legs were thrown haphazardly across the room while the Tribunal soldiers were taunting and torturing him.
The Lord of Tel Fyr quickly entered the battle yelling out, " For Azura!" before crashing into the remaining ten soldiers, drawing the mighty mace, Scourge, and simultaneously sending out a monstrously huge lightning bolt at four of them and smashing through the fifths bonemold armor with sickening ease, shattering four of his ribs sending him flying into the wall, dead by the time he struck it with blood dripping from his mouth onto the once pristine floors of Tel Fyr. Seeing half of their number being dealt with within the span of ten seconds had a sobering effect on the soldiers, especially as it was just at that moment that they realized just who they were dealing with, Divayth Fyr, the most powerful sorcerer in all of Tamriel, slayer of dragons, and the bane of Men. Three of the soldiers instantly knew that they were going to die, but the last two arrogantly thought that they had enough power to match him, and quickly stepped in front of their comrades with the three now cowering behind them.
The one on the left stated arrogantly," You may be powerful Lord Fyr, but even you cannot match the might of two Telvanni Master Wizards!" The other arrogant one agreed with him and boosted the morale of the three cowards behind them, which was quickly lost when all he did was burst out into laughter at such an outrageous claim, the one on the right said furiously, " You dare laugh at us? Enough! You will now die just as your whore daughters did!"
Now there weren't many things in the world that could make Divayth Fyr truly angry, due to him having an extreme amount of patience being over four thousand years old and all, but mocking his daughters after just finding out that they were dead proved to be one of them, much to the other soldiers terror and shock. As he became angry, his magicka was literally rolling off of him in waves of power that was terrifying in its glory, but also awe inspiring as it was only legend that one could become powerful enough in the Atherius realm to have it literally pour out of a person.
Due to their fear at the situation, all five of them sent their strongest destruction spells flying into the Lord of Tel Fyr hoping to end him before he could destroy them all. It proved to be fruitless though as he threw up a ward that absorbed four of the spells, letting it dissipate before simply smacking the last fireball back at the so called Telvanni Master Wizard on the right who had to duck to avoid being burned. It would not have killed him due to being a Dunmer and having an innate resistance to fire, but it would have burned terribly.
Seeing as the attack was effortlessly dealt with, all five of them quickly charged, thinking that such a powerful wizard would be defenseless in physical combat like most wizards. Also thinking the only reason he could have managed to kill one of them physically was due to surprise, they were shocked when he laughed at their foolishness before meeting them halfway in the middle of the hallway with Scourge held at the ready and his daedric armor glinting evilly in the flickering torchlight of the hallway.
Divayth knew he could have simply killed them all with his magic before they even started running towards him, but these were the men that had killed his daughters and tortured his friend. He wanted to feel their bones crush before the strength of Scourge, to revel in their pain as he knew they had at his friend's plight. He laughed as they thought him defenseless, truly these were the worst of fools.
The first one to throw a strike was the arrogant one on the right. He quickly thrust straight into Divayth's midsection, which, had he not been as skilled as he was, would have killed him. Divayth dodged the thrust, but before he could retaliate, another weapon came his way, a spear, which he had to duck, ruining his chance of killing the first soldier. He retreated swiftly to get his bearings and to analyse his opponents. The soldiers were confident now, thinking that they could defeat him physically. He quickly proved them wrong as he gripped Scourge and charged faster than they could react straight into the one on the far right, dropping to a knee as he rammed his shoulder with his daedric armor on straight into his stomach. Swiftly, before the others could save their comrade, he swung Scourge mightily right into the skull of the man on the ground wheezing. His skull caved in and splashed his blood all over Divayth and the wall next to him.
The other four were in shock at the attack, and at the grisly sight that Divayth made. Scourge and his armor were both dripping in blood and bits of bone were clinging to the tip of Scourge. The most terrifying thing in the whole image however, was the smile on the Lord of Tel Fyr's face. Without warning, he charged straight into the group of four and struck one more in the leg with Scourge, dropping him out of the battle and swiftly bringing it back up, blocking two sword strikes at once and dodging the spear thrust at his chest. He overpowered the two blades quickly by kicking one of the men in the chest hard, and rapidly decreasing the amount of pressure he put into his block, making the soldier overextend his thrust. Taking advantage of his momentary loss of balance, Divayth brought Scourge up and around in a brutal smash that landed on the man's collarbone, shattering it and his whole neck.
Now there were only two left, not including the crippled one who he could deal with later. The two Dunmer started circling him, striking and retreating before Divayth could counter Lord of Tel Fyr quickly grew tired of this, so bringing his free hand up, he cast a telekinesis spell at the last of the arrogant ones. He brought him forward, and, ignoring his panicked cries, lit his hand on fire and thrust it straight through his bonemold armor and into his chest. He quickly squeezed his heart and caused blood to pour out of his mouth.
Leaning down and whispering in his ear, Divayth said with a snarl on his face, "This is my vengeance for what has happened today!" With those words said, he ripped the soldiers heart clear out of his chest and threw it directly at the final soldier who could only stare at the situation in pure horror. His friends heart hit him straight in the face, which splattered his blood all over him. He recovered and, filled with rage charged directly at Divayth who simply smirked at him. Divayth ducked the feeble attempt to behead him and, striking forward powerfully, uppercutted the man with Scourge, which turned his entire head into unrecognizable mush. Desiring to simply put his daughters and his friend to rest, he quickly killed the maimed Dunmer with a quick, but powerful blast of lightning straight through his heart.
Four Days Later
Divayth was finally done grieving the death of his family. He had cremated them in true Dunmer fashion so that they could be with their ancestors in the afterlife. He had even cremated his friend Yagrum so as to honor his friend with the only way he knew how to in death. He desired to leave as there was nothing left, so gathering up his gear, which included the famous sword Goldbrand that he had gotten from Mephala, his mighty mace Scourge, and his enchanted daedric armor, the focus of which was on reducing destruction spell cost so as to increase his overall magical strength, he left the tower he had created almost twenty - five hundred years ago.
Before he could get far, he heard a voice in his head that he recognized as his patron deity Azura, telling him to go to her shrine. Due to him not having any other choice, he agreed. It took the better part of a day to get there, but he persevered. Upon reaching it, he heard her voice once again in his head.
" HELLO MY CHAMPION," her thunderous yet incredibly melodic voice boomed inside his head.
"My lady," Divayth said bowing down at her statue, " what do you wish of me?"
" I AM AWARE OF WHAT HAPPENED AT YOUR TOWER MY CHAMPION. YOU HAVE MY CONDOLENCES. HOWEVER, IF YOU WISH TO ESCAPE, I HAVE THE POWER TO SEND YOU TO AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT WORLD IF YOU DO BUT ONE THING FOR ME ONCE YOU GET THERE."
" What would you have me do, my Lady?" he asked humbly.
" I WOULD HAVE YOU SEEK OUT THE ONE CALLED THE LICH KING AND DESTROY HIM. DO THIS AND YOU CAN LIVE THERE IN AZEROTH FOREVER. DO YOU AGREE?"
" May I ask why you would have me do this my lady?" Asked Divayth extremely puzzled as to why this one being was so important as to be a threat to a Daedric Prince.
" INDEED YOU MAY MY CHAMPION. THE ANSWER LIES IN HIS WEAPON, FROSTMOURNE. WITH IT HE IS CAPABLE OF KILLING TRUE IMMORTAL BEINGS SUCH AS MYSELF AND MY FELLOW PRINCES. HE DOES NOT KNOW THIS YET, HOWEVER I WOULD RATHER DO A PREEMPTIVE STRIKE AGAINST HIM AND HIS ARMIES!" Azura's words caused the mountain to tremble with her power.
" How large is the army my lady?"
" IT NUMBERS IN THE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS MY CHAMPION, NOW I ASK ONCE MORE DO YOU AGREE TO BE SENT THERE?"
Divayth thought about it all for a minute before he said confidently," Indeed I do my lady."
" THEN GO THROUGH THE PORTAL WITH MY BLESSINGS UPON YOU MY CHILD."
Before Divayth's very eyes, a purple portal appeared in front of him, before he could hesitate however, he felt a force quickly push him through. His last thought in the world Nirn was that he hoped that his family had peace in the world of Moonshadow.