Legacy of Courage
I do not own Morrowind, and I am writing this in retaliation of Anneke. This takes place around 1000 years after Morrowind. The scene is, Red Mountain detonated, laying waste to the entire continent and the entire of Tamriel. A small community of Dwemer were released. The entire land-scape is changed, the empire is no more and whole new creatures have been released. Perversions of their ancestors
Stabbing forward with the Dwemer long-sword, Bthugaz pierced the scaly, chitinous armour of the Armadillix and withdrew the sword. The Armadillix, standing six feet high and on four thick legs, stood equal to Bthugaz. Roaring in rage, the Armadillix charged, swinging its horned head side to side, in an attempt to gore the Dwemer. Dodging easily, Bthugaz plunged his blade deep into the soft under-belly of the foe, shredding its heart to ribbons. Letting out a death scream, it collapsed onto its side, dead. His armour had taken a fair beating, as had his sword, and needed to be repaired. Then he was sent flying. The Armadillix's mate stood there. Larger than the male, the female swung its clubbed tail again, as if mocking him. Snarling behind his helm, he ran forward, his armour sliding smoothly. Swinging the tail, the Armadillix smashed his pauldron, causing the fragments to shred his shoulder. Roaring in agony, the pain drove him to even greater heights of power. The Armadillix prepared for the killing strike, when a bolt of lightning blasted it to oblivion. With the Armadillix's green blood sliding off his armour, he slowly backed away from the unnatural sight. Then a voice echoed about the clearing, a cold malevolent voice. "Bthugaz, I am the final surviving corner of the falsely named Triune. I also used the powers of Lorkhan's heart, but was chained far beneath the earth by the other three. Since the annihilation of Red Mountain, I am freed again". Bthugaz looked about him warily, expecting a prank. "No, Bthugaz, no prank. I have a duty for you. When Red Mountain detonated, it scattered five parts of an amazing weapon across Morrowind. Four lie here on Vvardenfell, but the fifth lies in Mournhold. I ask you to gather them and re-forge them into a weapon, and strike down the Chaos Emperor rising in the west. Do this, and I will reward you well". The voice departed as soon as it had appeared, leaving Bthugaz stunned, the Armadillix's blood pooling at his feet. The pain from the sharp, salty wind blowing on his wound brought him back and he turned around and set course back for his tribe, to begin to hunt down the legendary weapon, the Soul Splitter.
I do not own Morrowind, and I am writing this in retaliation of Anneke. This takes place around 1000 years after Morrowind. The scene is, Red Mountain detonated, laying waste to the entire continent and the entire of Tamriel. A small community of Dwemer were released. The entire land-scape is changed, the empire is no more and whole new creatures have been released. Perversions of their ancestors
Stabbing forward with the Dwemer long-sword, Bthugaz pierced the scaly, chitinous armour of the Armadillix and withdrew the sword. The Armadillix, standing six feet high and on four thick legs, stood equal to Bthugaz. Roaring in rage, the Armadillix charged, swinging its horned head side to side, in an attempt to gore the Dwemer. Dodging easily, Bthugaz plunged his blade deep into the soft under-belly of the foe, shredding its heart to ribbons. Letting out a death scream, it collapsed onto its side, dead. His armour had taken a fair beating, as had his sword, and needed to be repaired. Then he was sent flying. The Armadillix's mate stood there. Larger than the male, the female swung its clubbed tail again, as if mocking him. Snarling behind his helm, he ran forward, his armour sliding smoothly. Swinging the tail, the Armadillix smashed his pauldron, causing the fragments to shred his shoulder. Roaring in agony, the pain drove him to even greater heights of power. The Armadillix prepared for the killing strike, when a bolt of lightning blasted it to oblivion. With the Armadillix's green blood sliding off his armour, he slowly backed away from the unnatural sight. Then a voice echoed about the clearing, a cold malevolent voice. "Bthugaz, I am the final surviving corner of the falsely named Triune. I also used the powers of Lorkhan's heart, but was chained far beneath the earth by the other three. Since the annihilation of Red Mountain, I am freed again". Bthugaz looked about him warily, expecting a prank. "No, Bthugaz, no prank. I have a duty for you. When Red Mountain detonated, it scattered five parts of an amazing weapon across Morrowind. Four lie here on Vvardenfell, but the fifth lies in Mournhold. I ask you to gather them and re-forge them into a weapon, and strike down the Chaos Emperor rising in the west. Do this, and I will reward you well". The voice departed as soon as it had appeared, leaving Bthugaz stunned, the Armadillix's blood pooling at his feet. The pain from the sharp, salty wind blowing on his wound brought him back and he turned around and set course back for his tribe, to begin to hunt down the legendary weapon, the Soul Splitter.