Eclipse of Magicka
Chapter 03
"It is time you knew the truth about your heritage, Nucio Tsarinth Daedrakin" Aronou said to Nucio. Bewildered, Nucio punched himself in the head to see if he was awake. As he was still in the palace, and the strange being was still there, it must have been real. Waving his arm, Aronou conjured two comfortable chairs and began to remove his armour. "Sit, what I have to tell and what you have to accept will be a strain on both of us. Also, the after-shocks of the Ministry of Truth won't affect us, until a day". Nucio ran over to the door, and wrenched it open. An enormous blast of hot air struck him and as he looked out, he retched. The entirety of Vivec was aflame, and countless factions battled for control of the new city. Or what was left of it. The entirety of the Temple, Saint Olms and Delyn cantons had been annihilated, and all that remained were a few pinnacles of carved stone. The door slammed shut. "Firstly, I am your father, Aronou Daedrakin". Nucio stumbled back to the chair, and collapsed down into it.
"Told you so. You should have sat down". Nucio didn't even have the strength to glare at him. "Who is my mother" Nucio asked, looking through the slits of his helm. "Your mother was a Dunmer woman named Makuo Tsarinth. I took her for my lover, and I took you when she died during child-birth". Nucio absorbed all of this. He was the son of a god and legend. "Now we must rest, as I healed you, and Vivec". Waving his arm again, the chair's disappeared. And they both fell on their ass. "Shit, I keep on forgetting, that I can't levitate due to my godly status". Nucio burst out laughing, his melodious laughter filling the palace. "Didn't you ever wonder why somebody tried to kill you, you can run along walls and women can't keep themselves off you". "So why do women run away from you?" Nucio asked Aronou, merriment filling his eyes for the first time in a while. "Very funny, son. Now go to bed". Waving his arm again, two bed- steads appeared. "What, no blankets?" Nucio asked. "Hey, it takes a while to learn how to merely summon a chair". With that, Aronou fell down onto the bed, the mattress cushioning his fall. "Take off your armour. Azura gets pissed when I send back everything broken". Chuckling, Aronou closed his eyes and was instantly asleep. Nucio remained sitting on the floor, watching Aronou, no, his father sleeping peacefully.
A day passed, and outside, the factions were still battling, the ground littered with corpses. Fire washed across the sky, casting shadows everywhere. Inside, Aronou and Nucio slept on, unawares to what was happening outside. An army of High Ordinator's was marching upon the capital, with Almalexia in the lead. They were marching to kill Aronou and Nucio.
Aronou was awake and alert in an instant. Anger creased his face. Raising his arm, his armour floated for a moment. Turning ethereal, Aronou passed through the armour and solidified. Turning around. Nucio was going to wake up his son. But he was already awake, alert and ready to go. "An army is marching to kill us. We must go now" Aronou stated, before wrenching open the door. Nucio followed Aronou out into the blistering heat. The heat struck Nucio like a mallet, but Aronou seemed hardly affected. They strode down the Palatial Steps, each holding their blades. Nucio was fighting viciously with an Ordinator, when it simply exploded. "You are the son of a god, use the power of your heart and soul, as well as your blade". Not comprehending, but eager to leave, Nucio nodded.
A few Ordinator's ran up to kill them. Aronou looked expectantly at Nucio. Concentrating for a moment, Nucio brushed his hand. All three Ordinator's were sliced in half. "Not bad, not bad at all" Aronou applauded his son. Beaming under his helm, Nucio continued on. Reaching the edge of the palace, they looked down at the raging seas. Bending, Aronou leaped high into the air. Nucio watched, his mouth open as Aronou landed easily behind an Ordinator, before slicing it in half. Nucio leapt to the first pillar of stone. Pausing momentarily, that was his mistake. An arrow whistled out from an alcove. Leaping, Nucio barely evaded the arrow. It struck the stone, and lodged there, quivering slightly. Landing on the second pillar, Nucio quickly leapt to the final pillar. Nucio saw the curve of a bow in the alcove. Raising his hand, Nucio concentrated for a moment. The alcove was then drenched in blood. Leaping the final gap, Nucio landed beside his father. "You are doing very well".
Aronou and Nucio ran the length of Vivec, dispatching all who got in their way. Finally, they reached the end of their trek, covered in blood. "Now we must get to Solstheim, the last haven. We have to go to Ebonheart" Aronou muttered, plans forming in his mind. Seeing a moored boat, Aronou leapt into it, the boat rocking sharply from the impact. Nucio climbed down more conservatively, finally reaching the boat. Grabbing an oar each, Aronou and Nucio began to paddle, drawing away from hell.
Soz again for the short chapter, but I got stuck for ideas on how to continue.
"It is time you knew the truth about your heritage, Nucio Tsarinth Daedrakin" Aronou said to Nucio. Bewildered, Nucio punched himself in the head to see if he was awake. As he was still in the palace, and the strange being was still there, it must have been real. Waving his arm, Aronou conjured two comfortable chairs and began to remove his armour. "Sit, what I have to tell and what you have to accept will be a strain on both of us. Also, the after-shocks of the Ministry of Truth won't affect us, until a day". Nucio ran over to the door, and wrenched it open. An enormous blast of hot air struck him and as he looked out, he retched. The entirety of Vivec was aflame, and countless factions battled for control of the new city. Or what was left of it. The entirety of the Temple, Saint Olms and Delyn cantons had been annihilated, and all that remained were a few pinnacles of carved stone. The door slammed shut. "Firstly, I am your father, Aronou Daedrakin". Nucio stumbled back to the chair, and collapsed down into it.
"Told you so. You should have sat down". Nucio didn't even have the strength to glare at him. "Who is my mother" Nucio asked, looking through the slits of his helm. "Your mother was a Dunmer woman named Makuo Tsarinth. I took her for my lover, and I took you when she died during child-birth". Nucio absorbed all of this. He was the son of a god and legend. "Now we must rest, as I healed you, and Vivec". Waving his arm again, the chair's disappeared. And they both fell on their ass. "Shit, I keep on forgetting, that I can't levitate due to my godly status". Nucio burst out laughing, his melodious laughter filling the palace. "Didn't you ever wonder why somebody tried to kill you, you can run along walls and women can't keep themselves off you". "So why do women run away from you?" Nucio asked Aronou, merriment filling his eyes for the first time in a while. "Very funny, son. Now go to bed". Waving his arm again, two bed- steads appeared. "What, no blankets?" Nucio asked. "Hey, it takes a while to learn how to merely summon a chair". With that, Aronou fell down onto the bed, the mattress cushioning his fall. "Take off your armour. Azura gets pissed when I send back everything broken". Chuckling, Aronou closed his eyes and was instantly asleep. Nucio remained sitting on the floor, watching Aronou, no, his father sleeping peacefully.
A day passed, and outside, the factions were still battling, the ground littered with corpses. Fire washed across the sky, casting shadows everywhere. Inside, Aronou and Nucio slept on, unawares to what was happening outside. An army of High Ordinator's was marching upon the capital, with Almalexia in the lead. They were marching to kill Aronou and Nucio.
Aronou was awake and alert in an instant. Anger creased his face. Raising his arm, his armour floated for a moment. Turning ethereal, Aronou passed through the armour and solidified. Turning around. Nucio was going to wake up his son. But he was already awake, alert and ready to go. "An army is marching to kill us. We must go now" Aronou stated, before wrenching open the door. Nucio followed Aronou out into the blistering heat. The heat struck Nucio like a mallet, but Aronou seemed hardly affected. They strode down the Palatial Steps, each holding their blades. Nucio was fighting viciously with an Ordinator, when it simply exploded. "You are the son of a god, use the power of your heart and soul, as well as your blade". Not comprehending, but eager to leave, Nucio nodded.
A few Ordinator's ran up to kill them. Aronou looked expectantly at Nucio. Concentrating for a moment, Nucio brushed his hand. All three Ordinator's were sliced in half. "Not bad, not bad at all" Aronou applauded his son. Beaming under his helm, Nucio continued on. Reaching the edge of the palace, they looked down at the raging seas. Bending, Aronou leaped high into the air. Nucio watched, his mouth open as Aronou landed easily behind an Ordinator, before slicing it in half. Nucio leapt to the first pillar of stone. Pausing momentarily, that was his mistake. An arrow whistled out from an alcove. Leaping, Nucio barely evaded the arrow. It struck the stone, and lodged there, quivering slightly. Landing on the second pillar, Nucio quickly leapt to the final pillar. Nucio saw the curve of a bow in the alcove. Raising his hand, Nucio concentrated for a moment. The alcove was then drenched in blood. Leaping the final gap, Nucio landed beside his father. "You are doing very well".
Aronou and Nucio ran the length of Vivec, dispatching all who got in their way. Finally, they reached the end of their trek, covered in blood. "Now we must get to Solstheim, the last haven. We have to go to Ebonheart" Aronou muttered, plans forming in his mind. Seeing a moored boat, Aronou leapt into it, the boat rocking sharply from the impact. Nucio climbed down more conservatively, finally reaching the boat. Grabbing an oar each, Aronou and Nucio began to paddle, drawing away from hell.
Soz again for the short chapter, but I got stuck for ideas on how to continue.