Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess,
Some are and must be greater than the rest.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle IV, line 49.
The guest to Jyggalag's stared at the daedric prince, after hearing what he said, and seeing his structure and stance. At this point he was sure he couldn't remember anything of his past life, it all seems a blur now. In fact, he couldn't even remember his own name, something that chilled him, and so the first thing to come out of his mouth was, "Who am I?"
Jyggalag augustly and patiently answered, "That is trivial my guest, all that matters to me, and right now, to you, is whether you will hear my proposition out. Who you will become, which should also be paramount, is also centered around your decision, so best be to it, if you will."
The guest was still confused, but was somewhat calmed by Jyggalag's confidence in the situation, and in the guest himself. The guest paused, and answered, "If choosing to hear you out will give me an idea of any fate I can choose, I will do so with eagerness."
Jyggalag smirked knowingly, "I am delighted you will hear my out. My proposition is one concerning your fate, as well as the world's, and as such I think you will relish the knowledge of it. So it is as follows, I've decided my absence in the fate of the world is not something I wish, and while I do not wish mortals ill will, I do wish to combat the influence of certain individuals, particularly divines and daedra. Most Daedric Princes are unaware of my presence, as they tried banishing me to a fate worse than death many ages before the dawn of man. While I would relish the look upon their face if they were to find me alive and in good health, I prefer to control from the shadows, using a proxy. You are who I wish to be a proxy, as your status in life prior to my intervention was pitiful and my use of you as a Champion won't cut off previous changes in Nirn's fate, however it will bring my influence upon Nirn, and hopefully will at least give me fair ground to combat my fellow divines in influence. This stems from the fact that Daedric Princes are of change, in one way or another, I however hold a sphere of influence that could be considered very Anuic, and that is where my power comes from. As such, that, added on to...recent revelations, had made me consider fighting off Daedric influence and somewhat allying with Aedra. To put in layman's terms my view is as such, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' While I did used to see mortals as very inferior, and still do to some degree, I'm willing to beseech one to bring about a change that only a Champion could do, a fact that was also brought about with recent 'revelations'"
Jyggalag paused to let the guest collect his thoughts and continued, "Will you my Champion. Will you bring about that change, one of which will change the face of Nirn for ages to come?"
The guest was still processing all of this information, the size of which was more than he ever had to process, and yet he still felt compelled to answer Jyggalag in agreement. He did so, "I am honored to accept a paramount role in the fate of Nirn, and I will serve under your sphere will the spirit of Order."
Jyggalag exclaimed in a commanding manner, "Then I bestow upon you my blessing and titles. You will now be sent back to Nirn with a Knight of Order, or daedric servants to me. This Knight of Order will answer any question you have and will direct you to where you are needed, and occasionally give you objectives that I request. Good luck my Champion and may you bring about that change this tormented world so desperately needs.
The Champion, or Knight, what you may call him, suddenly felt the conditions of life of Nirn return, and felt a commanding presence beside him. He turned and saw the Knight of Order, of which his lord mentioned, who looked quite like a human-size version of Jyggalag. This Knight helped the Champion up, and proclaimed, "I am to be an ambassador of sorts to my lord Jyggalag unto you, and I am to direct you and answer any pressing questions you may have."
The Champion thought he might as well try to get this answer once more, "Would it be too much to ask who I am?"
The Knight answered this in a knowing manner, "You are Jyggalg's Champion, a mortal who is of the Cryo-Nordic race and will grow to exhibit qualities of which Jyggalag personifies: The innate desire to bring Order, chivalry, a thirst for knowledge before actions, and, among other things, a commanding presence."
The Champion nodded, and felt like he already knew these things, but to hear them still comforted him, and affirmed one thing that has nagged his mind, his name was trivial, though his position and title was not.
The door suddenly gave way to the efforts of the men who were pursuing the Champion, and they threw the door that supported the door. The vigilante-like character who seemed to be the leader walked forward and exclaimed, "You bastard, you've earned much more than imprisonment now Imperial!"
The Knight walked out of the shadows he occupied and raised his swords, "You dare bring about punishment, unto vassals of Jyggalag's Order? You will pay for this horrendous deed!"
The leader was in a state of misbelief seeing before his a daedra that he has never seen before, and had his guard down. The Knight took advantage of this and pulled his into his blade and pierced his stomach. At this point the rest realised the threat the Knight posed and tried to gain the upper hand. This was a futile effort for the Knight had cunning wit of a warrior and knew every counter-attack he could pull. Soon the rest were dispatched or running for their lives.
The Knight said without turning, "This is the change you are to bring about this world, you must cleanse this world of false order and once you establish true order chaos will soon die out."
The Champion asked a question that plagued his mind, "Does this false order include entire governments? One that are widely recognized?"
The Knight answered, "Of course, sometimes the worse chaos comes from those unworthy to claim it."
The Champion nodded and said in a melancholy manner, "Well we best get to it..."
The pair traveled in a mutually beneficial silence to Bruma, which was the closest city, and from there decided to sleep in an inn using what money the Champion had left. There they were to plan out their objectives and how to get any substantial force if any attack on a political body was necessary, which it ultimately would be. Before planning actually happened the Champion requested to sleep to be at his tip-top shape, and also to further absorb his role.
A, rare, bright sunny day shine light into the room in which the Champion and Knight slept and the Champion awoke with silent hesitance and went to buy food. When he returned the Knight was sitting in the exact same spot it sat prior to him sleeping. That in mind, the Champion hesitantly sat in the adjacent chair and ate the food he bought.
After eating the Knight asked, "Are you ready to plan out objectives? Or is there any personal objectives you'd like noted beforehand?"
The Champion silently shook his head and urged the Knight to narrate objectives.
"You are to build a shrine to Jyggalag, as so many have done to their respective daedric princes, and put the peculiar offering of a Imperial Sword, from there after receiving an audience with Jyggalag, you will receive the proper tools to create an Obelisk of Order, which creates Knights of Order, which are require for any political change to happen without supporting a government which bring too much chaos. Any other specifics will be revealed when appropriate."
The Champion asked, "Where are we to get an Imperial sword if I haven't the money?"
The Knight answered, "From what I have been told, the Empire has strived away from the spirit of true Order it once held, as such the act of murdering an Imperial guard is insignificant in the eyes of our lord, and if you are not caught it is even less significant in the eyes of the government as well."
The Champion nodded morosely, understanding that such acts would be necessary to bring about Order in a world so corrupt with foreign influence, and as such went to outside the gates and planned out a tactic of luring a guard out to kill, silently and without consequences.
The Champion called out hidden in brush, and out of the guard's view, "Help! A mage just killed an Imperial Scout!"
The alert guard snapped to attention and told the other guard to cover his post, and fell for the bait. Just as he was entering the brush the Knight, hidden behind him, drove his blade through his head before the guard could notice. After pushing the body off the blade, the Knight picked his Imperial blade up and passed it to the Champion.
The Champion suddenly realised something and asked the Knight, "What are we to make the shrine of?"
The Knight answered without so much as a pause, "We must make our way to Sheogorath's Shrine, for he is the only Daedric Prince who's met Jyggalag in person since his return, and has certain, affiliations with our lord, despite having a sphere which directly opposes Jyggalag's, and if certain offers are made he will give us the materials to make such a shrine."
The Champion responded, "We must travel to Bravil at once, which is, without horses, over a day's trip, we should make haste."
So, that's the second chapter for my first Elder Scrolls fanfic. I think I'm somewhat proud of myself, although I still think my style is a bit choppier, than I'd like, but it is one of my first tries, so I guess that's expected. As usual, any questions are welcomed and any feedback is lovely. I'll try to manage between longer chapters and faster publishing speeds, as right now my chapters are still somewhat on the short time. Looking back on this after uploading it to Doc Manager makes me realise it is shorter than I'd like, but I'll try to slowly increase the length of Chapters, but this is still setting up for bigger plot points. Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked this chapter.
