Marcus awoke on the bloodied soil of Kvatch's courtyard, the Oblivion gate no longer stood menacingly over them, and the deadra lay dead on the ground.
"Hey need some help." Blink asked, offering Marcus his hand. "My name's Jacob but most people call me Blink."
"Yeah and I'm Alex." Alex said to nobody in particular.
"Who are you now?" Ryan said, walking over to where Sarah lay on the ground. "Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be let sit on the cold hard ground like that." He finished, offering to help her up.
"Um, no thanks," she said, and then she got up on her own and walked past him.
"Harsh," Ryan said to himself. "I must pursue."
"What the hell was all that about?" Renald interrupted.
"That, my young Dunmer friend was Oblivion." Marcus said. "The emperor has been assassinated, and in all honesty, until I tell you right now, I am the only one that knows that there is one more heir to the Septim throne, and that man, is within the walls of that city." He pointed to Kvatch. "And I'm here to find and rescue that man, so he can stop these monstrous gates from opening up everywhere." He finished.
"Yeah that's important and all but I was referring to that" Renald said before he pointed to the mass of deadric creatures seizing what was left of the town.
"Oh." Marcus half asked, half replied
"There is no possible way we can save the son of the emperor. If they opened one of those things just to keep us away from him, don't you think they'll at least be guarding him? Besides, what's so important about saving this dude anyway?" Renald asked the group.
"If we don't save him, those things," Marcus pointed to the destroyed gate and the army just beyond. "Will open up and pour out everywhere and no one is going to be spared the wrath of the deadra." Marcus finished and looked around at the terrified faces surrounding him.
"So basically we need to go into Kvatch and melt some faces." Alex said anxiously.
Martin walked toward the gate of Kvatch and stood there for a second before he turned to the others and simply said. "Yeah." He then lifted his foot, and as some would say, "Spartan kicked" the door. This was very dramatic and cool because the door swung open once he kicked it. What was not so cool was the fact that the hinges had been melted off of the door and so after it was open, both sides of the gate simply fell down with a loud crash. This action, of course, caused every single deadric creature (and otherwise) to turn and stare at them.
"This is going to be fun." Ryan said, pulling out his dagger and rushing forward into the fray.
"Hey, wait for me!" Renald shouted, pulling his steel claymore from its sheath.
Ryan ran into the mix of soldiers and deadra, swinging his daggers with a deadly accuracy, cutting the deadra in all of their vital spots to avoid having to cut them again. He brought one arm back and spun forward, splitting one's throat and then stopping himself to stab one in the back of the head and then watching him fall to the ground.
Renald however was not so glorious, swinging his claymore to and fro, causing several guards to yelp and duck. But nobody complains if it works.
Several moments after the rest of the gang reluctantly went forward, mumbling and grumbling their complaints about idiots, clean armor and nine divines.
After quite some time, all of the deadra in the main courtyard had been killed and they went through the chapel, which was the only open path at this time.
"By the Nine Divines! Someone made it here!" A surprised man with shoulder length messy brown hair, and tattered robes, said. "Did you close the gate?" He asked expectantly.
"Yeah, we did." Sarah told him.
Marcus walked up to this man and looked him in the eyes. He stared at the man for a while before he finally asked him. "You remind me of someone. Is your name Martin?"
Before he could answer, a fully armored deadric commander riding a deadroth burst through the wall.
"Martin Septim." It said in its warbled deadric voice. "Now you die." It rushed forward to Martin and pulled out its sword. Just as the blade was descending on Martin's head and his eyes filled with fear.
Then the blade stopped. Martin opened his eyes to see Marcus in front of him, blocking the Deadra's sword.
"Why do you protect this mortal?" It asked him. "Why would you lay down your life for he who should save you, if he is doomed?"
Martin just pushed on the sword harder, using both hands.
"Would you walk the fire for these mortals? Would you stand in the face of flame and proclaim thyself victorious in the face of a god?"
Marcus looked straight into the Deadra's eyes, past the helmet and into the charred face, the eyes filled with hatred and darkness.
"Yes."
The Deadroth swung its arm back and swung it forward, Marcus leapt back to dodge the blow, but when he had regained his balance, the Commander had already started to swing the blade down again… but then the blade stopped yet again. Actually, it didn't stop; the blade went flying back, along with the deadra commander holding it. This happening was mostly because the deadroth had been killed, but other reasons too.
Everyone looked over to the deadroth's dead corpse to see a certain middle-aged, mahogany brown-haired, glasses wearing man, Vincent Valtierre.
He walked over to the deadra lying on the ground. "I'm sorry about this." He said. Then he pointed his index finger at the deadra, and his finger began to glow, the commander began to spasm and then the center of his chest ruptured and the armor and body were destroyed nearly completely, leaving nothing but a head, legs, arms, and a bloody pool.
"Holy shit!" Renald shouted, terrified. Martin just turned around and threw up in the corner.
Vincent looked at Marcus. "My name is Vincent Valtierre, and I hope I did not frighten you too much but… he was trying to kill Martin here." Vincent said politely.
Martin wiped his face with his sleeve of the vomit. (aww nasty) "How do you all know my name?" Martin asked, very confused.
"Uh… well… that's not important." Vincent said calmly. He then turned away and pulled out a book.
Marcus walked up to him and said. "I am Marcus Eurallius, one of the emperor's blades, his most trusted bodyguard. Those creatures came here for you." Marcus motioned to the dead commander's body (what's left of it). "You need to come with me."
"Me, why!?" Martin asked, growing very frightened.
"Because, you are the emperor's son!" Marcus answered dramatically.
Martin was silent for a while; he just stood there… staring. Then he said.
"I don't know why, but I believe you. There's something about you. Alright, I'll go with you, but you had better be right."
"Thank you, Martin." Marcus said, before him, and the rest of the gang, including Vincent, left the chapel, and prepared to leave Kvatch.
When they exited the chapel the captain of the guard ran up to them and shouted, "We did it! Kvatch is saved! Thanks to you and your followers closing the gate we were able to save the count and liberate Kvatch from the deadra!"
"We just did what we had to." Blink said.
"We had to?" Twitch asked, now questioning his motives.
The group continued walking, and walking, until the rejoicing citizens of Kvatch could see them no more.
Sorry for not posting in so long for those who like my story, and sorry to those who wished I wouldn't post again. The true quest now begins and the gang heads out. If you ask, What happened to Pyro, or Charrus, or Damien, don't worry they aren't dead. If you don't ask... that's fine with me. Please review... still PG-13 reviews.