Well now, another chapter is up! Per usual, I would appreciate any reviews. Also, if you find something that is grammatically wrong, sounds dumb, or doesn't settle with the lore, please let me know.
It was dark. Houses, guilds, shops, and all else were in ruins. In the streets, a thick, flowing blood ran in the gutters. The remains of men, women, and children were staked with spears and blades on what remained of the buildings. The charred skeletons of faithful guards helped complete the nightmare. There was no one capable of saving the town from him. He, that one dark figure that stood in the night, reveled in his revenge. More would have to die for their sins. And more would die. Until he was stopped, Nirn would slowly turn into a wasteland of the dead…
The images of the past raced through his mind in meditation, sailing to Vivec's Temple. It was over, and should have been over sooner. Surely the Temple must recognize this. "(For the peace of the universe may it end!") thought Dakron. He trusted the decisions of these ordinators would prove fruitful.
Elsewhere a dark cloud loomed over the northern shore of the province. Outcast by both mortal and immortal alike, lost souls took it upon themselves to forge their own destinies. Leading these determined beings was a testament of hidden power; embodying the true sense of vampiric superiority, Tichondrius housed a vortex of power and domination.
But the mighty vampire lord's clan wasn't fully invincible.
If the Great Houses were to lead a crusade on the vampire clans, his would fight valiantly, but their success would be disputable. This had perturbed him for the past days, but finally an opportunity to safeguard such an encounter had arisen. In recognition, he called forth a meeting in the Great Hall of Arkanmathet.
Indeed, the place was fairly eaten by both dust and rust, which bothered the nobler undead. However, the Great Hall was of grand size, and showcased some of the most well-preserved dwemer equipment, along with daedric of course. As the dead travel fast, the meeting began early like always. Jovi had provided the blood of their finest cattle to serve in exquisite goblets. She saw the glimmer in Tichondrius' brown eyes. It only came in times of opportunity and bore the need to celebrate.
Tichondrius stood from the ancient seat and began, "Ulicia, Celia, Jovi, Erkan, Solius, our time of glory is at hand. Perhaps you have had nightmarish visions, far surpassing the normal reminders of our special conditions."
At this the members of his elite council squirmed at recalling the signs. "That amazing power you have witnessed will be ours. I know how to take it, and I know how to harness it." Tichondrius began to smile, already feeling the amazing force of his desire.
Ulicia took advantage of this silence and posed a question, as most of the others had not the authority, "Why do we need more power than we already have? No matter what opposing force expresses hostility, we have the ability to counter it through another course of action. Shouldn't we be focusing our efforts on balancing our faction relations as opposed to finding a new resource?"
Solius then began, "My lord, if prophetic vision proves true, this might we search for is contained by only one being! How do you intend to persuade him to join us?"
Tichondrius sat back down. "Both of your inquiries are valid, if not slightly defiant. Nonetheless, it is a single spirit that holds our goals. And this single spirit is eternally bound to another pure bloodline. It functions as the guardian. The balance in the bloodline has been disrupted as of late, and we must act quickly to extract such energy. If not, our opportunity will be lost. The bloodline he guards is the door. Our great minds together forge the key."
"Your knowing nature never ceases to astound me, milord," commented Celia, and all began to praise their master's new plan, until Erkan cautiously brought forth a new question.
"Lord Tichondrius, I applaud your strategy. But, I hesitantly beg that you reassure me of one thing. As we all know, tampering with any great power could result in a potential backfire at a certain point, success or failure. Should we be willing to accept this, and if so, how costly could it be?"
The vampire lord began to narrow his eyes at his fellow clan mate whose tongue seemed to venture into dangerous territory. For a moment he neither spoke nor sent a telepathic message. Then he said, "Very, I must admit. But then again, our success will guarantee this clan's perseverance for many ages to come. We will rejoice in our newfound power soon."
The next morning a weary mage hiked with her mercenaries on the path to Caldera. She was sent to meet with a Dunmer named Helvi, intent on discussing the ebony trade. Balmora and Vivec have both recognized some bugs in the matter, claiming the funding is inadequate for a mine as large-scale as Caldera. Even without this knowledge, Irena didn't trust the elf; her mystic sense told her something wrong.
She however mistook this for a more immediate instinct. Her party was so preocupied with making good time, they neglected to realize that they had been followed.
They struck fast in their chitin leather. The rogues were armed with daedric wakizashis, and knew well the chinks in the mercenaries' bonemold armor. The five rogues managed to outmaneuver and kill two Dark Elves in the first strike. The remaining two mercenaries fought back, striking mortally two through their light armor. Two of the other rogues struck them through their helms, while the last one cast a paralysis spell on a very confused Irena. After causing brief chaos, the three were swiftly off with their prize.
Mosely trembled at the unholy being's presence Vivec's Temple. It simply wasn't right. "(How could the ordinators allow such a thing?)" the Diviner asked himself. Saryoni appeared more open-minded.
"Despite all the havoc you have caused, you still wish for peace?" asked the Archanon.
"Yes, and the sooner the better," responded Dakron.
Saryoni then heard Vivec's words of wisdom: "Let him come to Me, I sense he has changed."
Saryoni led the way to Vivec's Palace as the ordinators and a dumbfounded Mosely followed.
After a brief walk from the High Fane to Vivec's dwelling, they all entered the complex. This was quite an unusual event, but then again, these were quite unusual circumstances. Upon entering, Dakron himself was the first to kneel to the god. He was about to begin, but Vivec already started.
"There is no need to speak, I know what you seek. There is but one thing you must do, and forever will you be free from My wrath. Travel with the ordinators I sent you, and go to Arkanmathet in the North. I do not require that you annihilate all of the vampires in this base, but you must aid My followers in an attack. They are a very powerful breed similar to Aundae. This is your task, now go."
There is little more to tell regarding their departure. Silently, the assault party was on a vessel of Vivec and traveling to the Dwemer ruin.
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