MORROWIND
THE CRYSTAL BLADES
David stood over several piles of black grave dust, his armor and and silver claymore shimmering in the sun that was leaking through the smoke clouds. one of the guards that was wearing a tan colored armor made up from bone put his steel sword in the sheeth by his side and then began to speak. "paladin, what is your name?" David was about to speak but somthing deep within him told him not to tell them his real name, "eh..um... call me D-...um, Devan." the guard seemed a bit curious to why it took him so long to tell him his name, but now wasnt the time to worry, they needed to save balmora.
"very well, Sir Devan, please follow us!" he said running across a small bridge that lead to the eastern area of town, without hesitation David followed. 'im not a knight? i cant even fight... how am i doing this... it has to be the armor!' thought david looking at his silver guantlet, David's thoughts were interupted by 3 of the ghostly demons that burtsed out of one of the houses nearby. the guards withdrew there weapons and began swinging at them, there weapons went strait through them as if they had not solidity what -so -ever. "what the oblivion! there invincible!" said one of the guards, he seemed to be losing his sanity. David ran toward one of the demons jumped in the air as his blade came down with tremendous force cutting the demon in half, both halves quickly disolved into gave dust.
"Silver weapons can only affect them... do you have any?" said David while blocking the blows of the other demon. one of them quickly anwsered, "the armorer! he has plenty of them!" all the guards nodded in agreement. "sir Devan, can you fend for yourslef while we get the weapons?" David swung his blade out of his repetative blocking spun around and sliced the demon in the chest, it screeched and the exploded into more grave dust. David nodded while panting, the armor was saving his life, but still he was totally fatiged. the guards began to run west, David was focused on fighting the finaldemon. it scratched at his helmet them punched him in the gut with it's skelatal hand, it then summoned fir from seemingly no where and threw it at David, the force knocked himthrough one of the buildings windows and onto a bed.
David quickly got back on his feet and looked around in rush, he then relised he was missing his sliver blade. "Damn it!" he shouted looking for somthing to fight with, on a table next to the bed he saw a silver candle holder, he picked it up and dove back through the window, the demon was infront of him, David began swinging at the demon with the candle holder. It wasnt exactly powerful... but it was better then a steel sword at the moment. the demon seemed to be annoyed at this, it swung at David causing him to drop his "weapon". In reaction David swung at the demon, it hurt the demon! 'its silver plated!' thought David in relief. "David continued to swing at it until the demon could take no more and faded into dust.
David was breathing heavily he went toward the house he was thrown into earlier and leaned against the wall, he looked to his left and saw his silver claymore, he picked it up and put it in the sheeth it came in. David decided he would wait for the guards to get back... if they got back, he sat there... thinking... for some reason he was thinking about M... he was sure why, he barely knew her, it must have been how kind she was. David shook offa framilier feeling. 2 minutes past when he saw the guards running toward him, "good your here!" said David, he glad to know that those damn creatures diddnt steal another life.
"we think we know where the kings assinator is." said the leader of the guards, "huh? Balmoras king was assainated!" the guards nodded, "he's an alchemist named christopher." David looked around, "where is he?" the guard pulled out a piece of paper, David noticed it was a map of Balmora. "he's in a club called the southern wall, we need to save the kings daughter, do us a favor and take care of this killer would you. David nodded and took the piece of paper, the club was circled on it, David folded it up and but it in his bag, he knew exactly where it was.
David began running down the alleys killing any demon he ran into, he diddnt stop running though, he simply would strike it down in one simple motion. David eventually came across a small tan building that read "the southern wall" across the top of it. He tugged at the handle it wouldnt budge, he then put his ear against the door... he heard a man screaming. David quickly lifted his foot and kicked the door down with a powerful blow to the handle. the club was dark but not dark enough to hide what he saw, there was a man in a black robe that wore a strange mask that represented a Daedra... the demons of oblivion. the man was standing over a cowering woodelf that wore a silver robe, the wood elf tried to blast the man with an elemntal blast of ice, but it diddnt effect him at all.
the man in black the summoned a demon... the ones he had been fighting. "Why? why are you doing this to me!" the wood elf asked still on the floor backing away quickly, the man in black spoke in a deep and dark voice, "Because you musn't complete your purpose!" David then ran forward, suddenly his armor began to glow a bright silver, a thousand times greater then before, then the wood elf's robe began glow as well, and just as bright as David's. The man in black shielded his eyes, "NO, THE GODS GOT HERE BEFORE ME! THIS IS ONLY THE BEGING PALADINS!" he yelled before disapearing in a large explosion of fire. David looked at the elf, the elf's robe stopped glowing, as did Davids armor. "t-thank you! my name is christopher traveler... and yours!" the elf said happy to know that he was alive thanks to him...