AN: first time making a fanfic in a long time. Advice and suggestions appreciated. And if you shoot me a pm telling me that you're interested in this story and you want me to continue, I cannot tell you how much that will make me happy.
Chapter 2: The end of House Deville
Nanin had no reason to use his clairvoyance spell now, as he followed the same path of 50 soldiers that marched with him. behind him were 80 goblin slaves, and behind them, 80 zombies. Everyone that saw them knew exactly what was going on. Something that only happened around once a decade. There were going to war, but who could be their target? One thing was for sure, the Mah'rans were either to take out every single noble, or they would be retaliated against by the other houses instead.
Nanin then kept to the shadows, making sure that his enemies wouldn't see him . The slaves looked around, trying to find a good spot to retreat. a few tried to escape, but Nanin wouldn't let this happen, still staying the shadows, he motioned for his mole-lizard to go after them. they were slaughtered within mere moments The mole lizard eating one of the them and spitting bones as a couple more goblins, causing more senseless murders. The deed done, the chimeric abomination returned to its master.
Nanin whistled, and on cue, his Delves pulled out their enchanted fire arrows, and let loose upon their appointed targets. They hit their targets, setting them on fire, and at the time silencing their vocal cords, the fire silenced as well, the flames burning out as soon their victims heartbeats stopped. It truly was a terrible way to die.
On the other side of the Underbarren, Mistress Ma'rahn, her daughters, and a dozen common clerics were gathered in Malaths unholy square, calling for the daedric spider god! They chanted in unison, combining it into one powerful spell. Liza, one of Mistress's daughters, understood that Nanin's first attack group was in position, sending waves or slow acting poison into the Deville house.
Mistress Deville, her daughters, and five powerful clerics gathered together in in their own unholy square, congregated in worship, They gathered there since they learned that they had fallen in Malalth's disfavor. Mistress Deville knew how powerless they were without her favor, and she felt it first, as the black death entered her lungs,. It wasn't long before this was transferred over to the rest, as they continued to pray, begging the spider king for forgiveness, desperately denying that they'd soon meet the king they always worshiped, and their prayers had been in vain.
Nanin whistled twice this time, putting the slaves into position. Stealth as their ally, they rushed to the mushroom fence, cutting their with their blades. The Secondborn laughed, amazed at how unprepared they were. And then he laughed some more as the slave races triggered the dwemer traps., making a note of of a few specific trap locations.
Nanin knew that after this time other houses must have been watching this attack, the time for stealth was at and end. It was time to show the power of their well earned favor. He rushed in, signaling for his older brother Razzle the battlemage to follow. They made their way into the temple, and Nanin suddenly told Razzle that they were on a firetrap. Razzle quickly moved, activating the actual firetrap a few feet away. He was burnt into ash, as if he had never existed, Nanin smiled, which was seen by several Ma'rahn. There was no way they'd dare go up against Nanin.
Back to the Ma'Rhan unholy square, Mistress and her subordinates continued the slow acting poison assaults on House Deville. Malath heard their prayers, making thepoison more painful, hitting many of the remaining clerics.
Meanwhile, Mistress Ma'Rahn went into labor screaming in a daemonic tongue. The baby was coming.
There were many more Deville clerics and soldiers left, along with several nobles, and now lighting strikes were taking them out, but not quickly enough. Dax stood amazed at how well so many Deville were able to dodge so much lighting, and realized that he had to step it up himself. slashing through foe after foe until none were left, high on adrenaline , Dax then went for Mistress Deville, only to find that the poison had finally done its work.
That was it. . House Mah'rahn had won. The only thing left was to thank Malath with their sacrifice. Liza, one of Mistress's daughters looked at the new baby, demanding she name the sacrifice. She screamed and named it Razlar, putting it on the altar, and brandished her sacrificial knife...
Authors note: Man that was dark! Very fitting for the chapter that it's based off of.
Will the author kill off Elder Scrolls version of Drizzt Du'Urdon? Did the Masked One kill off Malor behind the scenes? Will Nanin truly get away with slaughtering his brother in front of several nobles?
Still looking for a proofreader.