The Fall of Lord Kelvyn
By Commentaholic
A/N: Thank you Arty for my sole character suggestion, for that, he'll have key character positions in the story, HA! That'll show all of you who didn't review on my teaser trailer -_-
I intend it to be less Author's note this time, :P, but I still tend to feel the urge to tell people what I'm thinking and planning at the time.
All credit goes to Bethesda, except for pretty much any bandit, or any character not living in Battlehorn Castle. The name for The Velvet Rogue, I credit to my dad, because I couldn't think of a name for a bandit lord. I credit Helen to Arty Thrip. I realize that I haven't revealed any races pretty much, but that will come in this chapter probably.
Chapter 2: Velvet Haven's Visitors
The Velvet Rogue
A Dunmer woman in elven armor stood by a raised platform with a map of a fortress on it. Her velvet cloak swirling about her slender, yet strong, form as her sharp eyes studied the blueprints, seeing things most tactitians would miss.
A shout interrupted her concentration.
"Lord Velvet! Intruders are approaching the compound!"
The Velvet Rogue sighed, running her hand through her hair; these bandit minions would never know true decorum or discipline. She would have to teach this herald a lesson. Her orange hair whipped around, a fiery whirlwind as she rounded on the minion, eyes flashing like the sun.
"How many times have I told you people to show some sort of respect upon entry to my command tent, Peasant! I should have you whipped for your insolence!"
The 153-year old Breton Vampire visibly flinched at this rebuke.
"Sorry, Lady Velvet," the Breton said groveling for forgiveness.
The Velvet Rogue grimaced at her mistake.
Velvet sighed again, "Helen, how many times must I tell you, no one grovels to me, least of all you, my old friend!"
Helen, the Vampiric Breton had been with Velvet for what must have been 15 years. Wherever Velvet laid her trail of carnage, Helen would be following along to pick up the loot. She had grown up in High Rock, then moved to morrowind at the age of 12, living there for 4 years. There, she had been on her way to Balmora on an errand with her family when she was abducted and bitten by a vampire. She spent the next 122 years wandering the areas between morrowind and cyrodiil, eventually ending up in the Colovian Highlands.
There, a kind young Dunmer found a weak vampire on the verge of death. Unable to find any animals nearby from which to draw blood, she spilt some of her own into a bowl. With this bond in blood, Helen recovered, Velvet went on to become a Bandit Warlord, but Helen always considered herself in debt to Velvet. A friendship formed that would last forever, even if they themselves would not. Helen would follow Velvet till the day she died, giving her life if necessary to ensure Velvet's survival.
Helen rose to her feet, "Apologies My Lady, but an Imperial and two Argonians have been spotted approaching the camp from the east.
They are wearing dark cloaks and similarly dark armor."
"Perfect! Send them in once they arrive! Pay attention, Helen, this is the event which will tip our next siege in our favor. I've been waiting for this special team from Cheydinhal."
About 6 minutes later, the Imperial and two Argonians entered Velvet's Tent.
"Well, well, it's about time you got here. I was almost afraid you'd miss the party, Lucien Lachance!"
A/N: Ooooooh, gives me goosebumps!
Keep bringing in character suggestions, everyone! You can't expect Arty to come up with them all!