History
Last time on Zoor do Sahqon Dovah our protagonist Drogdojer got banished from Nirn by Elder Scroll wielding Dragon-slayers.
Location: Canadian Museum of Civilization
Date: Friday September 5th 1997, 12:00 pm
"Welcome everyone, I'll be your guide today through our new 'Crimson Wing' exhibit, now before we head off any questions? None, OK." the guide said.
As they started down the hall the guide pointed to the first item, it looks to be an very early Egyptian hieroglyph "That is the tablet of commander Kolb, a respected Egyptian military officer of ancient Egypt, do you notice the red dragon-"
"Wait did you say dragon?" an elderly man asked.
"Yes I said dragon, it's the most accurate description of the creature seen on most of the items in the exhibit."
"As I was saying, do you notice the dragon dodging the hail of arrows in the first slide, only to land and start communing with the locals in the subsequent slides?"
"Yeah I see it." A young woman said.
"Well this tablet is believed to be the earliest recorded encounter with 'Harold'."
"Harold?" someone asked.
"That's what we're calling it; Harold was named after the brother of the head archaeologist."
After it appeared that everyone was satisfied with the answer the guide continued "To your right is the blade of Kolb, legends say that it has mystical properties."
"Like what?" the man from earlier asked.
"Legend states that the wielder of the blade will move as fast the wind."
"Is there any truth to that?" the man asked again.
"While there are some unknown markings on it no one knows, as no one has tried."
Seeing again everyone is content with her explanation, the guide continued giving the tour, talking about various items from around the old world such as: ancient tomes, scrolls, weapons, a suit of armour, and even a map detailing the sightings of 'Harold' from around the world.
Location: Canadian Museum of Civilization, Director's office
Date: Friday September 5th 1997, 10:00 pm
"Come on George, if you fund me on my next dig looking for more evidence of 'Harold' I'll give you the first of a new exhibition, and I'll 'donate' some of the items to the museum." Professor Jean Le Vert offered.
"I don't know Jean... For what you're asking I could fund three digs in India, and you still haven't told me where you're looking." George said.
"Hmne... how 'bout you choose four items of your choice from the dig-sight and I tell you where I'm heading off in my search."
"...I like the sound of that. OK where are you heading to?"
"Thanks George, you won't regret it!"
'Cough' "The location, Jean."
"Oh right; I'll be searching a ruin half way up Mount Logan, over in the Yukon."
"The Yukon! I thought that all the ruins you discovered where over in Afro-Eurasia."
"Currently yes, but my investigations into the matter lead me to believe that 'Harold' crossed over from Russia into Alaska and settled on MT. Logan, after all the sites I've been to have always been on mountains."
"Hmne... OK just be careful, and don't return empty-handed."
"I won't George; see you in let's say a year."
"Yeah a year sounds fine to me."
"Bye."
"Yeah yeah see you in a year."
As the two men departed neither of them noticed a pair of violet eyes in the shadows.
Location: Outside 'Harold's tomb', MT. Logan 2,980 meters above sea level
Date: Thursday January 1rst 1998, 7:00 am
"Sir, SIR!" one of the excavators called.
"What is it?" P.H.D. Le Vert asked.
"We're in!"
"What do you mean 'We're in'?!"
"Sorry sir, what I meant to say is that we broke through to one of the halls."
"Really, how did you do that?"
"Well Jimmy was trying to blast open the entrance as you ordered, but it turns out that those rocks weren't purposely placed there to block the entrance like you theorized, instead they were just rocks; so instead of blasting open the door we broke through the wall."
Grabbing his chin Jean though 'Hmne... this didn't go as planned, but we're in earlier than I expected... we should check it out.' At that he dictated "Alright, you and Jimmy get prepared to go in, wait for me at the entrance, and we'll head in together."
"Yes sir. JIMMY!"
"YEAH!" Jimmy yelled back.
"GET READY TO DO SOME EXPLORING, BOSS'LL WANT US READY IN FIFTEEN MINUETS!"
"ALRIGHT!"
Location: Entrance to 'Harold's tomb', MT. Logan 2,984 meters above sea level
Date: Thursday January 1rst 1998, 7:18 am
"Hey Phil, when do you think the boss will be here?" Jimmy asked.
"Soon, in fact there he is right now." Phil answered while pointing off into Le Vert's general direction.
"Sir." Phil and Jimmy say as they nod in his general direction.
"Are you two ready?" Jean asked.
"Sir, yes, sir!" they reply in unison.
"This isn't the military, no need to be so formal."
"OK, boss." Jimmy replied.
"Let's get to exploring!" Phil said.
"Hold your horses; do you have everything?"
"Yeah boss; we got everything." They answered.
"Good; let's head in."
As the three men head in none of them noticed a purple-black portal open behind them.
Location: In a hallway in 'Harold's tomb', MT. Logan 2,992 meters above sea level
Date: Thursday January 1rst 1998, 1:27 pm
As they walked on Jean, Phil, and Jimmy hadn't found much of anything show-worthy; as the pressure built Jean decided to say "Shit, shit, SHIT!"
"What's wrong boss?" Phil asked.
"Don't you know? All we've found so far are eating utensils, dishes, a few sets of decayed armour, and some rusty weapons, that's it nothing else!"
"Do you even know where we're going?" Jimmy questioned.
"Yes, yes, we're heading up to the library."
"The library, really? We're crawling through a dark tunnel in a mountain just for some books?" Jimmy cried out.
"We're here for the scrolls, tablets, books, well preserved weapons, and well preserved armour, as well as anything unique; is that understood?"
"What abo-"Jimmy tried to say.
"Yeah boss we understand." Phil cut in.
"Good; we here, let's check it out."
As Jean opened the door Phil and Jimmy couldn't help but comment on what they saw.
"Holy pile of shit; sir I think that you were a little off on your beliefs as to what's in here." Jimmy said.
"T-t-that's that's..." Phil stuttered.
"Gold, and a lot of it. I also see some interesting items in here." Jean commented on his first impressions of the room as he walked in.
Inside the room were piles of gold, weapons, armour, a variety of ancient texts, and right in the center was a pedestal on which was a mysterious rough dark grey mask.
Walking in Phil and Jimmy went to inspect the piles of gold while Jean went to investigate the mask.
'Put it on...' something whispered to Jean.
"No thanks." Jean muttered under his breath.
"Hey boss!" Phil called out.
"What?"
"I don't think this gold is pure."
"Oh?"
"It feels too light to be pure."
"And you'd know how?" Jimmy piped in.
"Well six or was it seven months ago I was buying something nice for my-"
"Let me guess, your wife?"
"No, I was getting a gift for my sister's birthday."
"Wait, you were getting gold for your sister?"
"We've been close for as long as I can remember; back to the story, I was checking out the different gold qualities, you know stuff like the fourteen karat and the twenty karat gold, well I came up to the twenty-four karat gold, that's pure gold for anyone uneducated, it was a small piece around the size of this coin, and It just felt heavier."
"Most ancient cultures didn't produce pure gold currency, it was very hard to refine any metal to elemental status with the technology they had." Jean said to resolve issue.
"Fine boss, I was just stating that it felt to light to be pure gold."
"Phil, just get back to investigating."
"Alright boss." With that Phil moved across the room to look through the weapons racks.
'Put it on...' the voice whispered again.
Picking up the mask Jean said "NO!"
"BOSS, IT'S ALL GONE!" Jimmy called.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?" Jean yelled.
"I-it just disappeared, no-ware to be seen, one second it's here the next not, Bl-"
"I understand you Jimmy, no need to continue"
"Uhm... Boss, there's a dragon in the room." Phil stated.
"A dragon? What do yo-"Jean tried saying as he was turning around only to see a large red-scaled dragon.
"For the love of, is that HIM?" Jimmy asked.
"HAROLD!" Jean cried out in excited glee.
'Mntte, mntte, mntte, urge' "Wo lost praad zey!" 'Harold' yelled angrily.
"Harold it's so good to have finally met you; I'm Professor Jean Le Vert, this is Phil Owings, and this is Jimmy Karzoscy."
'Put it on, put it on, PUT IT ON, or you'll DIE!' the voice whispered harshly.
"Shut up already!" Jean muttered under his breath.
"DII FOR LOS NI HAROLD!" 'Harold' yelled again.
"Umm boss, what's it saying?" Phil asked.
"How am I supposed to know, I've never held conversation in its language, I've only translated it using the Henning stone!" Jean replied.
"The Henning stone?" Jimmy asked.
"It's th-"Jean tried to say before he was interrupted.
"Hi aad dii bodein, hi praad zey, hi unt wah stin vax, ahrk hi for zey Harold!" 'Harold' fumed.
"Put it on, put it on right now or he'll kill you; Drogdojer isn't one for mercy!" the voice quietly whispered.
"Drogdojer..." Jean started.
"Eh! Hi mindok dii for!" Drogdojer retorted.
"...Do you speak English?" Jean finished.
"English... Ist es so?" Drogdojer asked.
"No that's Germanic." Jean replied.
"Quid hoc?" Drogdojer tried again.
"Nope that's Latin; it's like this." Jean replied.
'Hmne... this isn't working, I KNOW!' Jean thought as he pulls out a pencil.
"You see this it's a pencil, PENCIL."
"Pelniir?"
"No Pencil."
"Pencil, hmne... this language, it is much like Siirodiilen or Cyrodiilic in your tongue."
"You can talk! Thank God!" Jimmy cried out.
"Of course I can talk, it just took me awhile to remember Siirodiilen, and after all it has been a long time since I used it."
"This 'Cyrodiilic' you keep mentioning, I've never heard of it, can you tell me where it comes from?" Jean asked.
"Nunon waan hi fahral zein luaan. Only if you answer two questions."
"Sure, ask away."
"What are you planning to do with Kiirdorah?"
"Kirdora? What's Kirdora?" Phil asked.
"Kiirdorah is the mask in his hands." Drogdojer stated as he pointed at Jean with his tail.
"Personally I was planning on keeping it as a souvenir of my exploration here."
'Put it on, PUT IT ON I SAY!'
"Shush up." Jean whispers.
"Krosis zey. Pardon me?"
"I wasn't talking to you."
"Ruz wo lost tinvaak wah. Then who were you talking to?"
"No one, just remembering something."
'No one eh? Am I no one?'
"What is your last question?"
"Hmne... Fos los hi dreh het, ireid nol faan? What are you four doing here, aside from exploring?"
"Wait did you say four?"
A.N.
I have updated this using vtheirin's advice.
Well I decided to get of my lazy butt and finish writing the second chapter (I was almost done for one and a half week); not to say that I wasn't busy the whole time, just that I could've updated awhile ago.
I used Google translate for the Latin and German; would've been better if I asked my mother to help there, but I'm lazy and my mom is busy most days.
Translations: For stuff not translated in the chapter.
(Dragon)
Wo lost praad zey!
Who has awaken me!
DII FOR LOS NI HAROLD!
MY NAME IS NOT HAROLD!
Hi aad dii bodein, hi praad zey, hi unt wah stin vax, ahrk hi for zey Harold!
You invade my home, you awaken me, you try to free the traitor, and you call me Harold!
Eh! Hi mindok dii for!
Ah! You know my name!
Pelniir?
Pencil?
(German)
Ist es so?
Is it so?
(Latin)
Quid hoc?
How about this?
