DAMN, that was a LONG wait, huh?

So things are beginning to pick up in the story. And our loveable Witcher now has a rivalry with the winged Dremora, Kauthuet. Fun Fact: I based Kauthuet after a mod for Oblivion called the Blood Demon. Look it up on TESNexus if you want to see what he looks like. I thought it would be cool if Geralt had someone to constantly battle with.

Also, one of my reviewers requested that I bring Triss the Sorceress, Zoltan the dwarf, and Dandelion the bard from The Witcher's universe into Oblivion. I was already planning to incorporate Triss into the story in the coming chapters. As for Zoltan and Dandelion, I am going to need time to study their characters so that their dialogue and actions will be as close to the character as I can get, and it would be pretty cool to have an actual dwarf show up in Oblivion since in the game you can get Dwarven armor, but there were no dwarfs.

As I announced way back when, this tale will turn into a three part trilogy, and I thought I would do something special because it took me so long to upload this chapter: I'm going to let the readers propose to me characters for Parts 2 and 3. Since they both take place after the Events of Oblivion and Skyrim isn't out yet ( 4 more weeks though, lol!) we don't know if their were any major characters in this time gap. So if you've made up a character and never used it for a story, send me a message with the character's name, background, personality, skills, and how they would fit into either part 2 or part 3 of Tales of the White Wolf. I'll pick the best 3 characters for each part and announce the winners later.

With the siege broken, Geralt can now focus on completing his task: retrieving Martin. This chapter will introduce us to Martin and Cloud Ruler Temple. The next chapter will be action orientation, I promise. And I apologize that it took me so long. My excuse? College.

VIII: The Road to Cloud Ruler Temple

Geralt entered the camp as the sun finally showed its face. He was Martin praying with a few survivors of the siege.

"…And may Akatosh protect us all from these evil monsters of Oblivion." Martin finished as the citizens slowly walked away. That's when Geralt made his move.

"Brother Martin?" Geralt asked, addressing the heir formally.

"Please, there is no need for formalities. I heard of how you drove back the Daedra and freed Kvatch. Well done." Martin said smiling at The Witcher.

Geralt nodded. It felt unusual for being thanked for freeing a city. The Witcher never did things of this scale before and it was new to him. But now was not the time for such thoughts, "Martin." His look turned serious, "You need to come with me. You're in danger."

Martin raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry. But what are you talking about?"

"The Emperor sent me to find you-" Geralt started.

"The Emperor is dead." Martin snapped cutting him off, "Now If you don't mind there are actually people who need my help…" he said as he started to turn away.

"The Daedra came here for you." Geralt persisted.

"An entire city destroyed, to get to me?" Martin questioned.

"It's because you're the Emperor's son." Geralt admitted.

"What in Oblivion are you talking about? I didn't have a father…"

"Look, it's a long story, but Jauffre can explain everything to you. Right now I just need you to come with me to Weynon Priory…" Geralt pressed.

Martin thought to himself for a minute, "…I…I think I will come with you. I don't know if it's the gods or something else trying to send me a sign, but I think you're telling the truth….Alright, Weynon Priory it is then…"

And so, the Witcher and the heir traveled out of Kvatch and northwest down the Gold Road, on their way back to Weynon Priory.

"So what exactly are you?" Martin asked his white haired companion as they exited Skingrad.

"What do you mean?" Geralt asked as his eyes were not focused on Martin, but what was ahead of them. They could be ambushed or attacked at any time.

"As in, race…um…in terms of country; from where do you hail?" the priest asked as they walked.

"Well, I'm not human…I'm a Witcher…not a Witch, a Witcher; I hunt monsters." Geralt explained quickly, How many times am I going to have to say that? He thought to himself before he continued, "I am not from this land."

"Where are you from then?" Martin asked as they took a shortcut through the Great Forest, exiting at Weye, right in front of the Imperial City.

"Temeria." Geralt answered.

"Temeria, never heard of it…sound pretty though…" Martin commented as he posed another question, "So…Witchers…is that like an organization or something?"

"Why do ask so many questions, priest- or rather, your Majesty." Geralt said.

"Don't call me that…" Martin said, "I'm not Emperor yet…"

After another three hours of walking, the duo finally came upon Weynon Priory.

"Ah! Finally, I thought this task almost impossible Witcher, but proved me wrong-" Martin started as Geralt abruptly stopped walking, making Martin collide with his back, "Why did you-"

Geralt held up his hand to silence him, slowly drawing his Steel sword. Something wasn't right. Everything felt…disturbed.

That's when an assassin rushed out of the bushes that were concealing him, and aimed his sword at Martin.

Geralt turned quickly, swiftly kicking the assassin from under the ankles, making him fall to the ground. Geralt then impaled his sword into the attacker's chest, killing him as his armor disintegrated. "Same as before…" Geralt noted as he looked at Martin. "We need to find Jauffre, can you defend yourself?" the Witcher asked the heir.

"Um…yes. I… um…know some spells and I have a dagger…" Martin stuttered as he looked at now dead assassin.

"Focus." Geralt said sharply, making Martin jump. "Follow me and stay close." He instructed as they cautiously made their way through Weynon Priory.

The duo walked across the courtyard, Martin bringing up the rear, sticking close to Geralt. That's when they heard a tussle in the bushes. Geralt tensed, taking a defensive stance, "Show yourself or be cut down." The Witcher threatened. Erinor, the shepherd walked out from the bushes, his lower torso cut, bleeding slowly. Geralt rushed to him, "Tell me, what happened?" he questioned.

"Assassins…they came…took us by surprise…Master Jauffre…he's in the chapel." Erinor spoke as he held his hand against his wound.

"Will you be alright?" Geralt asked as he looked towards the chapel and back at the shepherd.

"Yes. I'll heal…go…go save Master Jauffre…" Erinor pleaded as he started to walk back into the Priory.

Geralt made their way to the Chapel doors, stopping before they entered. "Once, we're inside, stay close to me while I take out the other assassins…" he instructed as he looked at Martin. The heir's hands were shaking.

"Martin. Everything's going to be fine…" Geralt said as he casted a Quen sign on himself. "Here we go."

Right when they entered, one of the assassin's threw a dagger right beside Geralt's neck. The Witcher rushed at him, impaling his sword through his stomach and then kicking him off the blade. "Geralt!" Jauffre called as he was being double teamed by two other assassins. The Witcher leap in the air, coming down on the first assassin by pushing his steel sword into the back of the assassin's neck and then spinning around and cutting the second assassin at the knees.

"Thank Talos, you're back!" Jauffre exclaimed. "I fear the enemy came here for the Amulet of Kings…" he started as he sheathed his sword.

Geralt nodded, "I'll go check on the Amulet."

"I'll come with you, but I fear the worst…" Jauffre warned as they left the chapel and entered the priory.

They suspicions were correct as the Amulet of Kings was absent from its chest. But not all hope was lost; Geralt has found the heir, now there was the matter of escorting him to safety.

"Where will Martin be safe?" Geralt asked the blade as the trio left the Priory.

"Cloud Ruler Temple, in Bruma. It is the headquarters of the Blades." Jauffre said as they walked to the stable, each mounting horses.

It took the trio 2 and half days to make their trek to Bruma. They only stopped in inns here and there to get food and drink. Upon arriving at Cloud Ruler Temple, the massive gates were opened, and they were greeted by a single Blade.

"Grandmaster, is this?" he started.

"Yes, Cyrus, this Martin Septim, heir to the throne…" Jauffre answered with pride.

"And him?" Cyrus asked, eying the Witcher.

"Geralt of Rivia." Geralt said holding up a hand in greeting.

"Come, Martin, your blades await you." Jauffre said as he, martin, Geralt, and Cyrus made their way up to Cloud Ruler Temple.