Chapter 4

The Siege Ebonheart

The next morning, Ten Thousand High Ordinaters from Mournhold, Fifty Thousand Ordinaters from Vivec, and Five Thousand Elite Ordinaters from Clockwork City marched to Ebonheart, led by Draonor Uras. Of the High Ordinaters, Two Thousand of them wielded bows. Of the Ordinaters Ten Thousand of them wielded bows. The Elite Ordinaters did not hold any weapons, except for staffs.

Duke Dren looked over the walls of Ebonheart, seeing the new enemy. Ebonheart, while a heavily defended city, was only protected by Five Thousand Imperial Guard. Duke Dren sent a messenger to report to him. When he arrived, the Duke immediately said "Take a ship to Black Marsh and tell Queen Agronia that Morrowind is rebelling, and that she must send One Hundred Thousand Imperial Guard."

"My Lord, not to object, but that is a lot to ask of the Lady of the Marshes. What if her province is to go into an uprising? She might need them." Said the Messenger.

"I know, but tell her Ebonheart has been besieged by about Sixty Five Thousand enemies, and I only have Five Thousand. If you do not return in time for us to be saved, have them assault Vivec, for that is a close by city, and a major Head Quarters of the enemy, I'm guessing anyway."

"Yes, Duke Dren."

The next thing Duke Dren was to accomplish was an attempt at Negotiations with the leader of the rebels, and possibly set up a compromise to stop the bloodshed. Duke Dren walked to the wall of the Castle and shouted "People of Morrowind! May I speak to your leader? Perhaps we could create a compromise that would satisfy both parties." Said Dren, afterwards mumbling "and our lives for a few days at the least."

The Captain of the Wall Company, the Company that goes in first, shouted, "Lord Uras shall not be disturbed! We will commence our siege as planned! Unless, that is, your would surrender now."

Duke Dren thought about the offer. If he surrendered, he would lose fewer men, and Ebonheart would be left alone. But he would also be held hostage, and tortured, and so would his men. He said "Give me an hour to think. I will have your answer than." Said Duke Dren.

"Very well, traitor of Morrowind." Said the Captain.

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"My Lord of the Dead." Said Lord Uras through the hand mirror.

"What is it?" Said the Lord of the Dead.

"I'm surprised the council voted to wait. They all want-"

"I know they want. I voted the way I did because, it fits into my plan to wait. The Lord of the Reptillians wanted to wait because we have not had a war in a while, and his Serpent Priests needed field training. The Demon Lord voted his way, because demons want to kill more and more. The Lord of the Dark Elves, while almost as blood wanting as the demons, needed time to get the clans in order. The High Ogre Mage, well he's an Ogre. He loves blood. The Dark Emperor wanted his slaves to be prepared for war. And our so called 'leader' loves nothing more than entering a war in chaos, and conquering the weakened enemies."

"Yes, my lord. And when do I get my prize?"

"You shall get your key to immortality shortly, Necromancer. Just remember, the process you wish to take part in will have grave consequences." Said the Lord of the Dead as the image in the mirror disappeared.

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Duke Dren walked back up to the Castle Walls and said to the Captain "I will surrender if you let the children, and whoever else is not part of the garrison leave."

"Very well, Traitor to your homeland. I will give them free passage."

Duke Dren walked to where he had stationed the citizens and said to them "When they leave go to Balmora for reinforcements, and then to every other Hllalu controlled city. They will send help to Ebonheart, for if we can hold them here, we may be able to keep them here long enough for the Marsh Ladies reinforcements arrival."

Duke Dren opened the Castle Ebonheart gates, watching the citizens leave the city. However, as soon as he had closed the gates, the citizens were attacked by the Dunmer enemy. Several of them were trying to run, but were shot with the arrows. Blood poured from their bodies. As Duke Dren watched the slaughter, he saw an infant Nord, possibly not even two, have its head chopped off. Duke Dren was now able to realize that what was happening was caused by something greater than a Dunmer rebellion. But he also saw some hope. An little Imperial girl, and a few other children, one was a baby she was carrying, had made it passed all of the fighting. Perhaps she would make it to Balmora.

"Do you surrender, Dren?" Said the Captain of the Wall Company.

"No, traitor the Empire!" Said Dren.

"Then you will die! Attack!"

The Imperial Archers ran up on the castle walls, and fired on the Ordinaters who started charging at the gates to the docks. The Ordinaters who were in the front fell, and the few hundred imperial archers rearmed their bows and fired again. The Ordinater archers shot back, killing several of the Imperial Archers. Meanwhile, the Ordinaters rammed the doors, attempting to break in and slaughter the Imperial Guard. However, the Elite Ordinaters were apparently coming to the gate. They took out there staffs and started casting fireball spells. The wooden gate was turning to ashes by the heated intensity of the Elite Ordinaters.

The Commander of the Imperial Archers, Edwin Garethbert, shouted, "Fire at the Elite Ordinaters. We can't let them let the Ordinaters into the city. Where is the Duke, we must evacuate him."

"The Duke is in the Grand Council Chamber." Said one of the Archers.

"Have him escorted to the docks, and taken to Black Marsh of Solstheim, and from there keep him safe. I suspect that this is just the beginning of something must bigger."

"Yes Sir."

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Somewhere in the Darkness of the Universe, the Warlord Delias saw that another world could be conquered. He and the Mored would have total control.

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"My Lord." Said Draonor Uras, speaking through his mirror.

"It appears we will have a change in plans. You will get your immortality quicker than expected. You have stored energy." Said the Lord of the Dead.

"Yes, my lord. Why the sudden change of plans?"

"Because my other spy has another plan. And it will work for a while. The Warlord of a Species called the Mored wants to conquer this world. My spy and her agents will 'serve' them. They will have each other bleed."

"So how should I achieve my immortality?"

"Go into the battle. Get yourself killed. But before you die, throw the box into the harbor. That way you will arise as the creature you seek to be and you will not be stopped."

"Excellent, my lord." Draonor's image disappeared, and the Lord of the Dead said "Everything is playing out so perfectly. All is going according to plan. The Alliance shall be broken, and the Dead will reign."

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The storm raged on. Magustrom, Habisara, Haggarath, and Shradreia were the only survivors of and were doing the best they can to survive the wrath of the terrible storm. Lightning struck so often, by touching the waves, you were electrocuted.

"Magustrom, I think I can stop the storm, if you help." Said Shradreia, who was trying to come up with an idea to stop the storm, which had lasted for a whole day, by the time she came up with one.

"What is it?" Said Magustrom, who, like Shradreia, was trying to come with a way to stop the storm.

"If you have an idea, hurry up and do it!" Said Habisara, whom Magustrom realized had been very quiet, but was very useful, because she knew how to steer the ship.

"Magustrom, do you know how to cast the spell destruction to dust? I don't think you would, because I invented it, and it's very powerful." Said Shradreia

"I never heard of it. What does it do?" Said Magustrom

"It turns any destructive magic into dust." Said Shradreia

"How would that help? Unless you mean-" Said Magustrom.

"Yes, I think that someone is casting this storm. Whether it is targeting us, or if it is aiming to hit someone else, I suspect its magic." Said Shradreia

"Why?" Asked Magustrom

"Because Lightning struck the same place twice." Said Shradreia

"By the Gods!" Said Magustrom "How do you cast the spell?"

"Do you know the concept of Indestruction?" Said Shradreia

"I've heard its mention, but never understood it." Said Magustrom

"It basically means that nothing in the universe can be destroyed, but must be changed. Destruction to dust relies on that concept. If you can fully understand that, you will cast the spell." Said Shradreia.

"Why don't you cast it?" Said Magustrom

"I will be. This is just such a large storm, a single spellcaster probably would tale twelve hours to cast this spell." Said Shradreia.

"We're going to have to endure six more hours of the evil storm." Said Magustrom

"Six Hours!" Said Habisara.

"Six more hours, or sink." Said Shradreia and Haggarath gave a chuckle.

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The Ordinaters had broken into Ebonheart. The Imperial Guard desperately tried to resist the tide of the enemy, but the Ordinaters were outnumbering them. The Elite Ordinaters were casting spells. It had been discovered that Duke Dren was killed while attempting to escape.

Lord Draonor Uras walked into the battlefield and cast a spell called Doom. The Spell did Fire, Frost, Poison, and Storm damage (if it were the game, 100 points per second), and paralyzed all who it hit. It reached fifty feet, so there were thousands of causalities on each side. The Ordinaters cared not, but the Empire troops charged towards Draonor, who was running to harbor. When Draonor reached the harbor, he through a metal jewelry box into the sea. The guards then killed him, not caring about the jewelry box.

With Draonor's death, the Elite Ordinaters ordered a full retreat to Vivec, to elect a leader of the rebellion. The Elite Ordinaters knew to launch retreat, for if they did not, the Elite Commanders would have argued for control in battle.

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"Mina, it is the Lord of the Dead." Said the Lord of the Dead through his mirror.

"Yes, sir." Said Mina, through her mirror.

"Have you contacted Delias?"

"Yes, the Mored will be here soon. Do you have any other tasks for me?"

"Yes, three. The first is to make sure the Altmer dies. The second is to make sure that Morrowind never finds out about Delias, and the third is to sink the Empires reinforcements to Morrowind."

"I will, my lord. What of my partner?"

"Draonor has received his reward. You will receive yours after you complete your current tasks.

"Good, what will I be receiving?"

"The best thing I could give you...pure Vampyreism.

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That's the end of Chapter Four, please Read and Review.

And if in the past I have called Altmer High Elves, or Dunmer Dark Elves, I will no longer do it. The Dark Elves and Dunmer are totally different. From now on, I say Altmer, I am talking about the High Elves in Morrowind, not High Elves, and if I say Dunmer, I am talking about the Dark Elves of Morrowind, not Dark Elves. Well anyway, Please Read and Review.