Amassing the Troops
Summary: 5 years since the death of the Emperor and the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon, the Empire as ruled by a corrupted council. It appears that the Champion of Cyrodil is called upon once more by the people, but will his new offensive stray from the path of righteousness?
Ch. 1 Threat to the Realms
A large four armed shadow descended from the heavens onto the older man's shaking form, dribble coming from its open maw and sweat glistening on the great red brow. "Ocato you fool! Did you honestly think your pathetic cities were safe from me?" the towering figure bellowed, causing the landscape to shake. The cowering man looked up at the gargantuan with panicked, fearful eyes, "Dagon! I th-thought you were g-gone!" The great demon threw his head back with a hearty chuckle that rattled the chancellor to his bones. "Gone? As long as my brethren hold power over the realms of Oblivion, I shall always find a way back to the Nirn of Men and Myr!" With his ominous forecast of events to come completed, he raised one enormous hand laced with claw-like blades only to bring it down upon the feeble human.
Awaking from his nightmare, a cold sweat plastering his clothing to the soft, silken sheets of his bed, Chancellor Ocato glanced around worriedly. "Hello?" he managed to ask meekly, on edge as if the Prince of Destruction from his dreams were hiding under his bed, like a boogieman waiting for a child's feet to hang just low enough to the ground.
"I'm the only one here sir," grumbled the nameless guard by the door, a cookie cutter soldier who did as ordered and was liquored up when allowed. It's been about three years already and Ocato has yet to get used to the idea of a bodyguard. Sure, the Dark Brotherhood had taken a few shots at him, but did that call for a bodyguard?
"My good sir… What would it mean to you if Dagon returned? What do you think it would do to the people of all of Tamriel?" Ocato's pale complexion seemed to shake mildly with his own words.
"Well, sir, I'd happen to think all of civilized life were doomed," the legionnaire scoffed, "but he's long gone now, ain't he?"
Standing up from his bed and taking short, labored steps to his window, Ocato murmured something unintelligible to himself before barking at the lone guard, "Tell the council we have an emergency meeting once the sun rises. And send a message to the castle guard in all the provinces, the Champion of Cyrodil is needed once more in the capital. Now go, post haste!" Moments after the sound of clanking armor faded down the corridor, Ocato sat at his bedside table, scrawling on a piece of parchment. "I shall see to it you are gone for good, Dagon, I shall see you're gone for good."
A/N: And so is the introduction for a story to come. Any comments? Like it? Love it? Hate it? I got the idea from another story project that I scrapped in which the other Daedric Lords wished to take over Tamriel… so I figured I might try that reversed.