So, I've been away for a while again but me and a friend have been creating a new character to possiably team up with Arrow in Dawnguard, He's intruduced in this chapter though it begins with some Daedric lore. See you around and Enjoy!
"They say that beyond the sky isn't nothingness, but many gates to other realms." An old man began a story to the children sat around his feet drinking in every word that he said.
Arrow leant against the wall, eye closed and carefully listening in.
"The Deadlands is a realm ruled over by the fearsome Daedric Prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon. In recent history he tried to take over the Nirn only to be foiled by the glorious hero of Cyrodiil. This realm is filled with natural disaster and destruction at every corner. The ocean is of boiling hot magma bubbling and spitting, scorching the land around it and cooking all those who are unlucky enough to fall in it." Every word this man said seemed to drag the listener in further, Arrow found herself wanting to listen, to be dragged away from the living nightmare she was in, only to fall into the grasp of illusion.
"Mehrunes Dagon was foiled by the actions of Martin Septim and the Hero of Cyrodiil." A voice said, she assumed it was a scholar but looked to see a rouge sat at a table looking rather smug. "Martin Septim sacrificed himself; some say it was him doing it so the hero didn't have to as his heart couldn't live without her and others say he was the only one who could do that due to the blood inside him."
"Young man, the hero did most of the work." The elder said. "He was supposed to be the next emperor so the young girl risked life and limb to make sure that the world could be saved, I'd be thankful because if she didn't you wouldn't be sat here right now."
A child pulled at Arrows cloak. "Do you know anything about Mehrunes Dagon?"
Arrow looked down at the small grubby girl and smirked. "His Daedric artefact or at least his most known one is Mehrunes' Razor. It's a dagger that has the ability to kill instantly. He has other artefacts; the only other one I've ever heard of was found by the Hero of Cyrodiil and destroyed when the Hero went to retrieve the amulet of kings."
"Now children, the next realm is that of Sheogorath, the maddest prince of them all. It can be referred to the madhouse or even the Asylums but its name is the Shivering Isles. The realm consists of a large land mass surrounded by small islands, and of which the area is divided into two, the northern half, Mania and the other Dementia. The divide is supposed to represent Sheogorath's split personality, sometimes referred to as the "two shades of madness". The isles, quiet unusually, are inhabited by both Mortals and Daedra, though both have been driven to insanity."
The rouge smirked into his mead as Arrow sighed a little.
"They say that the Hero of Cyrodiil took residence there and the only one to not be driven insane, others could say she is still there or that she has passed into another life." Arrow said. "In my personal belief she is still alive, ready for the day the world may call upon her again." Or totally and utterly insane as well as ruling the realm... he's... she's such a fool.
"Have you ever heard the tale of Malacath? The Daedric Prince of Outcasts, we're not sure if the Ashpit, the realm where Malacath dwells, existed before Trinimac became Malacath. The realm is filled of dust, palaces of smoke and vaporous creatures; anguish, betrayal and broken promises. Few mortals gave managed to reach the realm and even fewer have returned. Some places are safe for mortals, two were taken to a place where they found a garden of slender trees and vines festooned with lily like flowers." The old man said, his greying hair falling in front of his blind eyes as he tugged his grey shawl closer.
"... The Orcs see him as some kind of god..." Arrow said looking off into the distance. "They are outcasts like him."
"They're not complaining about it and quite frankly I'm not either." The rouge said, downing his mead, and wiping away the drop falling down his bare chin. His grey eyes could be seen underneath the brown hood he was wearing but the rest of his features were hidden well.
"I'd say you're a Nord through your clear prejudice towards other races but your stature is to small, what is your race?" Arrow asked, the old man turned to her voice and creased his brow in confusion.
"I'm a half breed, half Breton half imperial, don't the Thalmor just love me." He slammed down his mug. "Wench, another mead." He called to a bar maid.
Ignoring the half breeds words the old man continued. "The realm of Boethia, it truly has no name but is referred to as Attribution's Share or Snake mountain. It is almost the twin realm of the Deadlands but it often described to be the country of labyrinthine policy and betrays, with maze garden and twisted towers."
"Boethia is the Daedric Prince of plots, betrayal and many other things, I have had the misfortune to meet her once in my travels and she clearly loves nothing better than watching Mortals suffer." Arrow looked down at the ground, remembering how Boethia had told her to kill Tacitus... He's dead now... even if I had followed her it would still eventually become the same result.
"Coldharbour, a place ruled over by Molag Bal, the Prince of Domination and the creator of vampires. It is said to contain an apocalyptic version of the Nirn; the sky is on fire, the ground is sludge and the realm filled with ancient, blackened ruins. It is said that a defiled copy of the White Gold Tower exists, cover in blood. The place is desolate and barren, filled with suffering. The place is cold, colder than Skyrim and the air changes rapidly from the worst thing imaginable to a sweet smell of flowered perfume." The old man said, his hate and disgust from Molag Bal clear as day.
"Everyone assumes that Molag Bal is cruel, I have met him once. He pushed me in the right direction, maybe it was for his benefit, maybe not but I find it hard to believe that anything, maybe except Sithis, it truly evil."Arrow said. "He watched over me, not as a prince to his champion but as a favour to someone he once knew."
The old man said nothing; the rouge made no movement or noise and the children watched her carefully.
"Who are you?" The old man asked.
"I can be called many things but truly I am the last Dragonborn." Arrow sighed. "The human with the soul of a dragon..."
No one spoke nor moved, unable to get their head around this young traveller being the next saviour of the world.
"Maybe my welcome here has ended, I will take my leave." She moved and walked out of the door.
She walked towards Windhelm, the wind slashing her cheeks with its bitter knives and the sky greying as she grew closer.
The crunch of boots hitting slow grew louder as a presence grew closer.
"Are you really the Dragonborn?" The half breed asked.
"Did you follow me all this way to find out the answer?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Ask yourself, if you didn't believe me, would you have come all this way?"
"Maybe not..." His voice trailed off in the wind.
"Do you intend to follow me all the way to Windhelm? Because I'm afraid I have a residence there but I assume I may return to the field of war quickly."
"... You fight for the Stormcloaks then?" It was phrased as a question but the answer was common knowledge.
"My own kind was so willing to believe the elves over me, they do not deserve me loyalty and one does not feel inclined to give it to them." Arrow smirked slightly, pulling her cloak tighter around her. "Tell me half breed; have you ever heard of the emperors two protectors? The most fearsome warriors in the land, alone formidable but together near enough invincible although the question stands, where are they now?"
"I have a name." He grumbled. "Yes, an Imperial and a Breton, they protected the emperor with their lives and one has fallen in battle while the other is lost."
"So that is what they are telling you now... That is wrong, I am still very much alive and I am the Imperial Protector, I was betrayed and sentenced to death because the Thalmor decided I was a little too curious and the Breton, has fallen but not in battle, he was killed by a vampire and unfortunately I had a hand in his death and it will haunt me until my grave. Though the irony is, Tacitus was sold to the vampire just so the emperor could have something to turn the tide of war to his advantage since he already forsook the other half of his weapon. Now tell me Half Breed, why are you in this god forsaken land and why are you talking to me?"
"... I am Graham... I am a rouge and I have my own reason to seek revenge upon the empire, so I ask you, let me join you in your quest to defeat the empire and remove them from this land." He asked, looking at her with pained eyes.
"It is not a quest but a goal that was once a dream and now a reality." Arrow said softly. "As long as you can hold your own in battle I'll willing let you tag along."
So, I'm going to be pretty vague with him, unless you want to know more about him before Dawnguard, just PM me or Review or you know, whatever... So right, It's basically going to be drabbles until I finish the battle of solitude which to be honest is coming along slowly but surely.