Hello there, traveler! This is the mighty sequel to "The Elder Scrolls: A Call to Arms." Just to prevent mass confusion among readers, please read A Call to Arms prior to reading this story. If you've read A Call to Arms, you'd know that there are problems with it. However, in this story I shall be taking your guys' criticism's and ideas into account, such as longer chapters. Also, the battles will be much more epic. I encourage my readers to leave reviews, as to help my writing skills. Please enjoy, and may the Divines bless you!
Prologue
He moved quietly, as not to attract any unnecessary attention from the guards.
Savirien-Chorak kept to the shadows and peeked around the corner into the Council Chambers: they were empty, except for a few guards who stood idly in the room. If Savirien's target wasn't here, then he was definitely up in the tower, presumably in his private chamber. He brushed his hand over the dagger at his hip, making sure it hadn't fallen out of the sheath.
Savirien slid across the stone floor, moving silently down the hallway to the stairs.
At the end of the hall was a door, and a tired guard standing by it, holding a torch.
The guard was not going to move.
He slithered up next to the guard, still remaining in the shadows, and waited for the time to strike.
The guard looked to his left at a painting on the wall, and when he turned back, a green cloud had enveloped his nose, making his eyes roll back in his head. He then fell forward into Savirien's waiting arms, where he put the unconscious guard in the dark corner.
When he woke up, Savirien would be long gone.
Savirien heard a duo of patrolling guards coming down the corridor, so he had to move fast. The serpent-man pulled open the wooden door slightly; just enough to where he could squeeze through. Closing the door behind him, Savirien started up the stairs quickly and silently. He went past the observation level of the Council Chambers, where a guard leaned over the railing.
He kept going up, and looking out the windows to the Imperial City. It was massive now, and mostly rebuilt. It had expanded off of the island and out onto the mainland, easily being able to house twenty five thousand. The lights of the New Quarter went out one by one as people retired for the evening. Savirien could see lone guards patrolling the roads, keeping order.
As he went higher, Savirien could hear chefs preparing the next days meals, and maids cleaning empty rooms.
Finally he came to a large wooden door, that had the symbol of a victorious Empire on it. Savirien wrapped his hand around the brass knob, and pushed it open, leaving it slightly cracked. There was a dark hall, and the left wall opened up into a larger room, where his target stood in front of a roaring fire, along with another man. Savirien slid into the shadows, waiting. His target wore a red and gold tunic, while the other man wore heavy steel armor. Both had swords at their sides.
"How many Legions are ready for war?" asked his target.
"Only seven. That's less than a third of all Legions," came the curt reply from the other man.
"What of the Dominion?"
"They won't share anything of that sort with us," the other man said.
"Understandable," replied the target.
Savirien knew that if he were to strike now, the armored man would rip him in half with his sword. He had to wait. Just then, another soldier entered, carrying a note. "Report from the Dwarves, Emperor Cassius," he said when he entered the room. Savirien pressed himself against the wall further, caught off guard about the new soldier. If he got up all this way, he may have seen the knocked out guard.
"What is it?" asked Emperor Cassius Septim.
"They say that all Thalmor stragglers in their cities are dead," the soldier reported.
"Very good. Give them my thanks," Cassius said.
"Aye, sir," the soldier said, leaving.
Savirien crept into the room, hiding behind a cabinet.
"Is there anything more, my Emperor?" asked the remaining soldier.
"There is one thing, General Ridarius," Cassius began, "Take your Legion to High Rock. Daggerfall, to be exact. If the Akaviri invade, it would be bad if we lost the First Legion first."
Julius Ridarius bowed, and said, "As you wish." And then he exited the room, his armor clattering as he went down the stairs.
Savirien cracked a smile. Good. Very good, he thought as he peeked into the room.
Cassius plopped down into a chair, and started sipping on a glass of wine. Then, he started humming a song.
The serpent-man drew his dagger slowly, and then pulled out a vial of poison. He put a couple drops on the blade, and then put the vial away. He slithered out until he was right by Cassius.
Savirien was ready to plunge his blade into the Emperor's throat, but Cassius got up right before, making Savirian instinctively slide under the table, hissing quietly. Cassius went into the corner, and then came back to the head of the table with a platter of food. He then started eating away.
Hmph, the greed of men, thought Savirien.
I can't get him from here. I must distract him, thought Savirien.
He saw a stone next to him, and so it was picked up by the serpent.
Savirien aimed for a vase sitting on a table behind Cassius, and was right on target. The vase crashed on the ground, pieces going everywhere.
Cassius jumped up, and turned around.
"Now what in the..?" he said, scratching his head.
Savirien darted out, and went straight for the Imperial.
In one move, Cassius pulled out his sword, spun around, and cut off the serpent-man's arm.
Savirien screamed out in agony, and fell back on the table, blood pouring out from the wound.
Cassius Septim stood over him, the tip of the blade at his throat.
"A Tsaesci," he simply said.
Savirien said nothing, only gritting his fangs.
Cassius took a step back, and said, "Can you speak my language?"
Savirien nodded.
"I may yet let you live. Who sent you?" asked Cassius.
Savirien-Chorak said nothing.
"Very well," Cassius said.
Suddenly, Savirien lunged forward, his claws going to swipe off Cassius' flesh. Right before his hand reached the Imperial's face, Savirien-Chorak disappeared from all sight.