The Great Oblivion Crisis
TMS: Once again this chapter took longer than expected; I've just been going through some stuff lately and it's been distracting me from getting things done. Chapter 9 is already started so hopefully it won't take too long. Even if it does, one chapter a month isn't too bad right?
Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time, Elder Scrolls, nor any associated characters. They belong to Cartoon Network and Bethesda respectively.
A low horn was heard in the distance and a loud outcry was heard, from her position on the lookout tower Marceline could see the approaching army of ghosts from very far away. She knew that they would arrive soon; it was time.
"Here they come!" she shouted down to her comrades in arms as she descended the tower.
They were both waiting at the bottom for her, Stella had two daggers at her side and her quiver was full to the brim with arrows, and Quill-weave held a long sword and shield.
"We'd better go now; we can hold them at the gates." Quill-Weave said
"Good idea." Marceline said as she drew her battleaxe, all of their weapons were magic so that they could hurt the ghosts.
The three of them marched out of the gates of Anvil and were met with a huge mob of ghosts, completely surrounding them. They didn't even pause at the sheer number of them as they raised their weapons and took combat stances.
"...Charge!" They yelled as Marceline ran at the horde swinging wildly, Stella started firing arrows, and Thin-Scales raised his shield to cover her.
Every arrow she shot struck a ghost and turned it to mist, and any spirit that tried to attack her close up was stopped by Thin-scales, who shield bashed them, or just attacked with his sword. And Marceline was completely surrounded, but none of them could touch her as her whirling axe was slicing them in half before they could get close enough.
With sword and axe and arrows they killed ghosts by the hundreds, soon the trio had defeated all of the invading spirits and won the day.
"Yeah! We did it!"
"Little one; is time to go."
"Ahh! A giant khajiit monster! Run!"
As Qa'kir approached the children, the imperial girl yelled and they all dropped their sticks and ran away, screaming with laughter. The cat-man chuckled at their antics and walked after them, once he turned a corner he saw them all heavily breathing, having exhausted themselves swinging their "magic weapons" around.
"*huff* Hi Qa'kir, what have you and dad been doing?"
"Had tea and conversation with Quill-Weave, was good but Simon is now going to do job."
"Oh yeah! We were going out today!"
"Does this mean you can't play anymore?" Stella asked.
"Umm."
"Simon wants you to take break, but this one thought he should let you decide."
Marceline thought, she really wanted to go out with Simon, but also she really wanted to spend more time with her new friends. In all those times she read about kids like here doing stuff like this she never imagined that it could be this much fun!
"Qa'kir if Simon goes out adventuring, I want you to go with him and help!"
"Yes, Qa'kir will do this. Have fun." He said as he walked off.
"Who was that?" asked Stella.
"He's Marceline's dad's servant." Thin-Scales answered
"No he's not! He's our friend, he watches me when Simon's busy."
"Oh, so he's like an uncle who you're not related to?"
"Yeah, like an uncle, now let's go down to the docks and watch the boats!"
As soon as Simon stepped foot in the guild house he was approached by a bosmer who he knew as Thaurron. Following the elf was his pet imp Sparky, the creature had scared Simon half to death the first time he had seen it flying towards him, but Thaurron had since shown him that Sparky was perfectly tame.
"Ah Simon, perfect timing; I need someone to run an errand for me."
"Oh? What do you need?"
"Well, Carahil needs me to go out on a healing job, but a mage from the Kvatch guild is coming with an important delivery, someone has to go to the arranged meeting place and pick up the package."
"Alright then; I'll head out and meet them, where is the meeting place?"
Thaurron pulled out a map and pointed to a spot mid-way between Anvil and Kvatch, "Garlas Agea" was written next to the spot.
"The meeting is here at some old ayleid ruins in an hour or so."
"Thank you… I don't suppose I could borrow this map?"
"Keep it; we have more, now I've got to get going. When you get the package bring it straight back here to Carahil."
"Got it." Simon said, as soon as he left the guild house he saw Qa'kir approaching.
"Hello, where were you?"
"Just walking around city, how is guild?"
"They've given me a job to go out to some ruins and meet someone with a package from the Kvatch guild."
"Sounds good, let's go."
Simon and Qa'kir were walking through a hilly field in the direction of the ruins, Simon having determined which direction was south-east using the position of the sun since he didn't have a compass.
"Simon knows much about travelling." Qa'kir noted
"Yes, for the last three years or so travelling is all I've been doing."
"So the story you told Quill-Weave was lie?"
"Yes, I met Marceline when she was nearly seven; she wasn't alone for too long before I found her."
"So how did you meet? And where were you before Cyrodiil?"
"It would take a lot of explaining, Marcy and I will go into detail later. But for now let's just say we're not from Tamriel."
"Ohhh, you have traveled very far then! But is hard to explain to everyone you meet?"
"Yes, and honestly most people wouldn't believe me if I did."
"So you need cover, Qa'kir will tell you about Hammerfell: can use that as cover."
"That'd be great! I also need to go over the story I told Quill and make sure Marcy doesn't blow it with her."
"Qa'kir thinks he sees destination."
He was right, as they crested a hill; Simon saw some ruins. There was a path with several stone arches that led to a small stone building. Simon had little knowledge of the ayleids, but apparently they were some sort of ancient civilization, their ruins were often deep underground cities. As he walked closer to inspect them Simon began thinking.
'Wait, if these ayelids are ancient compared to the empire… Could these ruins be bunkers built during the war? Could the ayelids be the people before the mutations?'
Simon was startled from his pondering however, when he walked into one of the stone arches.
"Is Simon alright?" Qa'kir asked though a chuckle.
"Oh I'm fine, just examining the ruins."
'This arch doesn't look anything like modern architecture… well it does, but I mean it obviously wasn't built before the war. So then was there another ancient civilization after ours, but before the empire? Just how long were we frozen?'
"That must be some interesting rock."
Simon looked away from the stone and saw a nord man wearing iron armor with a blue hood, he had a war axe on his hip and he was holding some sort of bundle.
"Hello, I guess you're the courier from the Kvatch guild?"
"Yes, and I'm assuming that you're the ones from Anvil's guild."
"Uhh, yes I am. I'll take these back."
"Good luck."
He walked back the way he came.
"So Simon, is rock interesting?"
"So we drop this stuff off, see if they have anything else for me to do and if not we pick up Marcy, then we all head back to camp and we can all have a nice long talk about where we came from."
"Sounds like a plan; was a saying about plans back in caravan."
"What saying was that?"
"The best made plans of cats and men often go to the dogs."
This made Simon pause, then after processing what he'd just heard for a minute he burst out laughing.
"What is funny?"
"*Ahahah* Oh- oh man! I think that was about three different jokes rolled up into one!"
"He sees only the saying, and one joke in the saying."
"I'll try to explain later but anyway; I've heard a similar saying and I can't imagine how anything could go wrong right now."
TMS: Well there we go it's done. I think I already mentioned that I have some plans as to what's going to happen in the next few chapters, if I haven't, then I mentioned it just now. See you all soon!
