"Come on! You call yourself men and women of the reach? Put your backs into it!" Yelled a man wearing fur armor and a headdress made of a horker face.
"Sir! We are all dying before we can get to it. Out conjures are trying to keep them moving, but the dead keep vaporizing. We can't take much more." yelled a woman wearing fur armor and had a briar heart stitched into the hole in here chest where her heart had once been.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr! Get all the mages together we are blasting through this thing!" yelled the reachman. As the order had been given, the briar heart began rounding up all the mages they had at their disposal. As they were grouping a murmur could be heard amongst the group.
"Whats up with Madanach? He seems more on edge than usual." said a reachman as he was gathering with the group.
"Shut up! There will be no noises until the order is given." commanded the briarheart as Madanach walked up and held his hand to silence the room. As he did so, everyone became quiet.
"My children! We are close to regaining dominance over the reach once again! Many of you are wondering why we are doing this. Well I will tell you, there is a man inside that sphere that will merge my spirit and the great Red Eagle's spirit as one so that I, Madanach can became god of the forsworn, and the shepherd of domination. We will be in control of our rightful land and I shall watch over, so that everyone can prosper!" As Madanach yelled the last few words, the crowd began cheering, finally, after centuries of struggle they will he their land back from the nords.
With the crowd still cheering, the mages to form up in ranks. As the mages were forming up, the crowd became silent, a few prayers being made to Hircine, god of the hunt, and ruler of beasts, and also prayers to the old gods in fear of dying before they could see their land be reclaimed.
"Mages! You know the drill, once your out of magicka, you will fall back to the back ranks, letting the one after you step in. This will ensure a continuous flow of magic is transmitted into the sphere. One the sphere is down, clear out and recover. Those from the first wave will be on standby as a precaution to avoid any more mishaps." Said the briarheart as the mages began to dispelled the raw magicka from the sphere. As the spells were being casted, the smell of our magic filled the air, smelling like rotten eggs seeping out from the ruin and into the air of Skyrim. the sound of lightning bolts being casted boomed and echoed throughout the ruin and could be heard from Markarth. As the first mages got done, the shield was gone. As forsaken were moving in to see if it was safe, the pure magic sphere radiated and flared back to twice it's size, vaporizing the forsaken who went on and the first two ranks of mages before calming back down to its original size. Screams from the people in the blast echoed throughout , making some of the forsaken pass out and nauseous. The remaining lines of mages became fearful and some tried to run from the formation after watching their brethren get vaporized before their eyes. But as the ones who were terrified tried to run , they were quickly stopped by Madanach and the Briarheart.
"Get back in line. You do not have permission to leave." said Madanach in a low , threatening tone.
Cowardly, the attempted deserters retreated back to the formation reluctant to start again. But with a loud shout from Madanach, the next row of mages began casting their lighting spells as the stench of magic filled the air. Just like before, the magic barrier shrunk until it was gone, expecting it to recharge violently like it did the first time the mages casted ebony skin and a steadfast ward in hopes that it will protect them. As 5 minutes went by, one of the mages started slinking to the area where the necromancer was lying in chains. Expecting for him to be vaporized by pure magic, madanach was ready to cross him from the count. But as the lone forsworn made his way to the figure, nothing happened. Deeming it was safe, he called out his fellow brothers and sisters to come join him. As soon as he made the sound, a strong ice bolt came from out of nowhere and pierced the forsworn's heart, as he hit the floor with a thud, leaving a pool of blood around his body. Seeing this the other forsworn who were coming near retreated as a violent jerking and a rattle of chains warned danger. Sensing this, Madanach commanded the briarheart to get the "father of magic" from the reserves pool. Madanach carefully approached the orc that was in chains with a fire spell of immense power. As Madanach was about twenty feet away, he stopped and waited until the briarheart brought out the late archmage shalidor, who was under Madanach's control. with a shrill bark, he commanded the former archmage to remove the ancient chains and to subjugate the orc to bow down to serve Madanach. But as shalidor was trying to turn the orc against his will, the orc lunged with a great stride and paralyzed the arch mage before severing his head. With great confidence madanach began to speak in a diplomatic manner.
"I see that you have not grown rusty of your skills, I am impressed." said Madanach with a peaceful tone with a fireball still ready if needed.
"Where am I?" said the orc as he was looking around, confused about where he was.
Seeing this Madanach smiled and said " Why you are in the Fourth Era. The legendary dragon Alduin was returned to this world but was vanquished again by the dragonborn and from what I hear, Paarthurnax is still alive teaching other dragons how to use their powers peacefully. And the Septim bloodline is on the throne, but the throne is being contested."
"I see. Then who are you?" questioned Makhumol Khaub.
"I am your friend. I came here to resurrect the greatest mage of all time." Madanach replied with a grin.
"Well you have my thanks. Now I must reform the Dragon cults and attempt to turn the dragons against humans again."
"I can help with that. You see, I am in the process of trying to reclaim the reach for the forsworn. Who are my people. Our lands have been taken over by the birds who invaded our lands. But i have a plan to become a god! But I need some help." Madanach said.
"So I am just a puppet to be used. What's in it for me?" questioned Makhumol Khaub.
"Well when I succeed in becoming a god I can help you reform the Dragon cult and return them to their former glory so that they shall be feared and unstoppable!" Madanach exclaimed with great joy , sure to assume that he has won the participation of the orc.
"Okay, I will help. But first there is something I must do. Where do you plan to go after the business here is dealt with?" replied the orc.
"What is it that you need to do? And we plan on going to Red Eagle's tomb to resurrect him and combine his spirit with mine so I can become a god."
Makhumol Khaub responded with a sad tone "I need to see an old friend. He is very close to me and his grave is over by Windhelm."
"I see. Well then, you can go but return as soon as possible. We have work to do." Madanach said aristocratically.
Makhumol Khaub nodded as he walked to a wall and spoke a mysterious language as a door appeared. He went through and was outside in the Skyrim he was not accustomed to.
Walking away from the ruin he noticed a Dragon flying about around a nearby summit. Decisively, Makhumol Khaub followed the Dragon to a small hamlet named Kynesgrove. As the Dragon landed and started to set fire to the tavern, Makhumol Khaub sprang into action as he hurled an exploding fireball at the Dragon to get its attention. Curious as to what caused his scales to get singed the Dragon turned around and was staring into Makhumol Khaub's eyes. Seeing the fierce dominance in the orc's eyes, the Dragon became furious as a breath of continuous lightning came forth from the Dragon, with intent to kill the orc. Expertly, Makhumol Khaub casted a steadfast ward and began conjuring a storm atronach to assist him in the fight. After the breath subsided, Makhumol Khaub casted more exploding fireballs. Each one scorching the scales of the Dragon. Angered at the damage, the Dragon flew around in a circle and began to charge right at the orc with a headbutt. But the orc was faster at the reaction as he jumped on the dragon's back and lodged a knife into its neck. With a giant roar, the Dragon slammed into the ground and skidded along the dirt to make a massive ditch where the Dragon crash landed. Recovering from the crash, the Dragon shook off Makhumol Khaub's knife and turned around for a breath of fire aimed at the orc. Without moving the orc took the brute of the attack head on, not seeming to care. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, the orc aimed a giant ice spike and launched it into the Dragon's eye. With a loud roar, the Dragon slammed his head on the ground with a wall of flames still around the orc. With a satisfied grunt, Makhumol Khaub walked through the flames and placed his hand on the now dead Dragon. With authority in his voice, a loud shout came from his mouth. As the shout subsided, the Dragon came back to life, but this time, the Dragon seemed non-hostile , even if there were arrows stuck into its eye. Paying no attention to the arrows, Makhumol Khaub climbed on the back of the Dragon and flew off in the direction of Red Eagle's tomb.
After a day of travel, Makhumol Khaub finally reached Red Eagle's tomb were Madanach was waiting outside.
"My, my, that is a fine specimen you have there. I could hear its roar about a hundred miles away. So I came outside to see what it was. I see you truly live up to the legends," Madanach said slyly as he welcomed Makhumol Khaub to the tomb of Red Eagle.
"There are legends about me? What do the tell?" Makhumol Khaub said curiously as he looked at his surroundings before entering the tomb.
"They say that you are an expert at all forms of magic, and that you lead Alduin's great army from one side of Skyrim to the other leaving anyone who defied you dead. They also say that you are responsible for the downfall of the elves that use to live here."
"Hm, I see. Well those are all true, but it wasn't the elves, it was the dwemer that I caused the downfall of," Makhumol Khaub said, correcting madanach as they entered through the doors of the ancient tomb.
Once inside, Madanach lead Makhumol Khaub through a series of traps that were placed to keep looters out.
"This sure does have a lot of traps, is it to just keep looters from getting in?" Makhumol Khaub said.
"Not exactly, it is also used to keep the draugr out from the open fields. But what lies beyond the draugrs and traps is more precious than the soul of Red Eagle himself. I am talking about A sword called Red Eagle's Fury," explained Madanach as a group of draugr deathlords were approaching. With a quick reaction, Makhumol Khaub let off a powerful chain lightning spell as the deathlords dropped into a pile of ash.
"It seems you have not gotten rusty about your skills. That is excellent." said Madanach.
"Yes, I take great pride in my abilities. They were honed while training with Alduin as his personal defender," replied Makhumol Khaub.
"Well we are finally here. This is the chamber where Red Eagle was entombed," explained Madanach as he walked up to the coffin and placed his hand on it. " Soon we will rule the reach again," whispered Madanach. As he stepped away from the coffin, he ordered the forsworn to make preparations for the ritual.
With the command said, the forsworn started making a giant diamond around the sword of Red Eagle and putting more diamonds inside. At the point of the diamonds, there were soul gems filled with an elder Dragon soul, so that there is a big enough power source to draw from. Sensing the souls of the dragons within the gems, Makhumol Khaub felt saddened that he was about to use his comrades. Once the preparations were done, Makhumol Khaub stepped in front of the northern cardinal point at the outermost diamond and began the resurrection process . As this was being done the forsworn started setting patrols around the ruin, to ensure that no one interrupts the ritual.
As Makhumol Khaub started the ritual he cut his hand so that his blood activated the first soul gem, and he repeated the process for the other soul gems. There were twelve gems in total, four on each diamond. Once the last gem was splattered in blood, the Dragon souls became reacting to the blood of Makhumol Khaub, glowing a vibrant purple with a red tint, which was from the blood. Once the preparations were done, Makhumol Khaub turned to madanach and said "Step into the innermost diamond and we will begin," as he said that Madanach listened and did as he is told as Makhumol Khaub slit both wrists of the forsworn leader. As the blood flowed, Makhumol Khaub started saying an incantation in draconic. As the word we flowing from his mouth the sword began glowing and shaking violently as the spirit of Red Eagle was being awoken.
"Who dares awaken my soul from its slumber?" A voice said as it echoed through the ruins.
Instinctively, madanach said " It is I, the current leader of the forsworn, Madanach," as the soul heard this, an apparition appeared next to the soul. The apparition was of a nord, taller than the orc was by a good foot and a half. There was a noticeable beard and long flowing hair.
"So you have come to me, why?" said Red Eagle.
"I seek your cooperation in reclaiming the Reach that was taken from us by the nords."
"I see…" after a few minutes of thinking Red Eagle continues " … I will submit to you and form a pact so that our land is reclaimed." with this Makhumol Khaub continued onto the second part of the incantation, the binding. In the midst of saying the incantation, Makhumol Khaub began to lose focus, so he pulled a bell hidden within his robe out and rang deep, melodic sound rang out through the temple as the bronze bell rang from its handle made from bone. As it rang, red eagle flinched as he was unfamiliar with the instrument that was being used. After a few minutes of resisting, Makhumol Khaub said with a powerful voice, "Red eagle, I command you to forfeit your spirit and merge with Madanach. You will be bound to his will," As the bell kept ringing Makhumol Khaub kept repeating the words until Red Egle and Madanach became one. But just as the binding was about to be complete, an arrow shot out and struck Madanach through the heart, causing both his and red eagles souls to split from the body and travel to sovrenguard. At the site of this Makhumol Khaub turned around and casted a detect spell to see who was there. As soon as the spell was casted he saw a figure standing behind an embalming table. Seeing this he fired a fireball at the table but missed as the figure was a little faster than the orc's spell. Responding to the fireball a fee arrows were fired from the figure, instinctively, Makhumol Khaub wrapped himself in a fire cloak spell and burned the wooden arrows to ashes. Once the arrows were shattered, the orc responding with a chain lightning spell, which landed on the figure causing a significant amount of damage. Upon hitting the ground, the orc saw that the figure was a wood elf. After seeing the orc became enraged as he pulled a daedric sword from the plain of Oblivion, intent on using it to chop the elf's head off. Recovering from the force ofThe the shock, the elf fired some daedric arrows tipped with fire resistance potion to pierce the fire cloak. The arrow flew true as it pierced the cloak, striking the orc in the chest, causing him to pass out from the poison that was embedded in the arrow.
