Chapter I: Tale of the Star Made Knight
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His breathing was labored, his body ached, yet his eyes red. Filled with determination, filled with an unwavering desire and commitment. Filled with a vengeance. He moved mechanically and methodically and with a noticeable limp. His ribs felt destroyed, his bones felt cracked, yet he had come out victorious. Bending downward he looked at his foe. His helmeted visage filled with only one thing: Contempt. With the remainder of his strength, he ripped the head off of Umaril's cold corpse. More of the sanguine fluid that already coated him came down. A baptism in the blood of the oppressor. "IS, THIS ALL YOU HAVE?" He declared, a chuckle escaping his drained body as he lifted the head aloft. Umaril in both life and death was ugly. Then he drops the head and with a mighty kick from his good leg sends the head soaring across the heavens. "YOU ALL SHALL BE KNOWN AS HE DISGRACES OF THE EHLNOFEY!" The Paladin declared. Yet this was the last insult that wouldn't be tolerated. From the wings of the White-Gold Tower the remaining Kings of the Aleyiads, with talons of steel, began their attack. These bird-elves began ripping him to pieces. This is where he would die. He served his purpose well. With one last weak laugh he let the darkness encroach his vision.
This was his end. His duty to his Queen was over, he was free. A quiet peace washes over Pelinal.
"Arise my Shezzarine."
Pelinal's eyes fluttered open, as he sat up. He was no longer in the cold embrace of death. Odder things have happened before, the White-Strake began taking in his surroundings. He was in a large summer's field. Massive sturdy trees shooting up around the land. The faint smell of honey. The sounds of a babbling brook were heard in the distance. A contrast to the once Ayleid filled City he had just finished besieging. The Knight stood, as he began tentatively walking about. It was beautiful. The perfect iteration of Nirn. Casting a glance, he notices a trail composed of stone, and with a few cautious steps the Paladin begins to follow the path laid before him.
His very being contrasted the natural environment. He moved methodically and mechanically, his body rigid, a form he still wasn't used to, despite his many years on Nirn. But still he could not complain. His — well whatever Lorkhan was to him, had granted him this form. The White-Strake hummed a silent tune as he followed the path. Passing by the odd creature, before coming upon a cabin. The smell of roasted meat was thick in the air as smoke billowed from the cabin's chimney. The front door creaked open, and a man just a little bit taller than himself poked his head out. The man had a clam almost familiar smile etched on his face. His skin was fair, a great bushy beard upon his face with his head shaved. However there were two striking features — curved horns and yellow eyes.
"Ah, my Shezzarine, I've been expecting you, come." Lorkhan beckoned forth. Pelinal humored him and entered his humble abode. It was far bigger on the inside. He was no longer in a humble cabin but rather a large reception hall. Quietly servants bustled about. The Father of Nirn, led his guest through the reception hall. Not a word spoken between them. The patron of man led him to the dining hall, a round table awaited them. It was filled with dozens of different meats, cheeses, vegetables, and cheeses. The Missing God took a seat at the table and gestured for Pelinal to do the same. Humoring him, the Knight took a seat at the table. The God began to quietly fill his plate with pieces of suckling pig, a large wheel of cheese, leeks, and finally a whole apple pie.
Contrasting this gluttony, Pelinal kept himself to a simple plate. Balanced, an excellent mix of protein, vegetables and fruit. "I was very pleased with your efforts." Lorkhan revealed as he chewed on a piece of pork. Pelinal nodded as he took a bite of apple and pork, savoring the contrasting flavors. The food tasted so much better here. So much more delicious. Was this to be his reward for service? "I am glad my efforts were to your liking, I couldn't stand to see your benefactors treated like cattle — these Ayleids are disgraces to the Et'Ada." He was disgusted by the Ayleids. Didn't help they worship the Daedra either, by the eight how he despised the Daedric Princes.
Lorkhan nodded, and took a hearty sip from a chalice. "Indeed, disgraceful little things aren't they? Yet, despite how they act, they are still from the Earth Bones, they are still a part of my designs." Lorkhan hummed. He ripped a turkey leg off a roasted turkey and began ripping flesh off the bird. He nodded and took a sip of wine. It was flavorful, rich in taste, and a tantalizing smell. This food was godly. "My liege, is it time for me to rest?"
The patron of man stopped, his yellow eyes meeting Pelinal's own pair of golden eyes. Their gazes locked, a dance between "Father" and "Son". After all, he was sired by Lorkhan. They shared the same blood, he was a shard of Lorkhan after all. The missing god let a chuckle escape his lips. This chuckle transformed into a thunderous cacophony of laughter, it was infectious. Pelinal resisted this infectious laughter, Lorkhan slammed his fist into the table. Setting down his turkey leg, the God of Man stood. "Come my Shezzarine." Lorkhan walked away from the table, and like a good son, Pelinal followed.
Lorkhan led the Star Made man through a long series of intersecting hallways. All of it ornate, all boggled his mind. Yet eventually, the Patron arrived in a large spacious area with a large structure. Jagged stone popped out, forming some sort of gate. These weren't just some form of cheap sorcery, no this was an Oblivion Gate. Lorkhan cast a glance at his Shard, pity was on his face. "You cannot rest my beloved Child." Lorkhan sighed out softly as he turned his attention to the Oblivion Gate. "There are many different worlds, times, places and entirely different kalpas, all of which contain some form of mankind or another." Lorkhan explained, as he placed his hands behind his back. "You, my beloved creation, are my righteous hand, a soaring comet, a symbol of Mankind's tenacity." Lorkhan explained as he extended a hand. The Gate opened, a blue hue eminentating from it. Pelinal averted his gaze momentarily before his eyes adjusted.
It was mystifyingly beautiful. The radiance of the Gate held many secrets. He cocked his head to Lorkhan, seemingly content with his work. "Mankind is under threat, constantly, it seems to be a common motif with my benefactors." Lorkhan stated with little humor in his tone. "As such my Child, you must help and aid the many heroes of humanity, you are their Star Made Paladin." There were hints of pride in Lorkhan's voice. "Now, go spread your wings my son, for your service shall always be needed." Without a hint of complaint, the Shezzarine merely nodded and gave his Creator a brief hug. Then turning his attention back to the portal, he ran. Then took the icy plunge into this brave new world.
If there was one thing that the Colonists of the Neu-Hamburg knew was that life on a colonial backwater would always be hard. Yet there were joys in life despite that, such as when there were meteor showers. These were absolutely breathtaking and spectacular events for the Colony. As such, sometimes folks would take the day off just to make it an event. To get away from the politics of life and the Systems Alliance, and just enjoy life. Today was one such day. Over the skies of Neu-Hamburg was an absolutely brilliant meteor shower. But for the Marines stationed on Neu-Hamburg, there was no rest for the wicked. We fix our view on a pair of Marines on guard duty, on the outskirts of the Settlement.
"Hey Prescott?" Inquired Jones as he looked at his battle-buddy. "Yes?" Replied Prescott, slightly annoyed. He didn't like Guard duty. He knew why he got stationed on Neu-Hamburg and no matter how much asskissing he did, he would never get off this rock. "Do you think one of these days one of the Meteors will strike the Settlement?" His partner asked. Sighing, and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Prescott shrugged. "Fuck if I know, I just want this shift to end and go take a nice warm sh-" Yet suddenly, there was a loud sonic boom and over the horizon an object hit the ground. It created a large crater – dust was shot up and from the settlement the sounds of panic began settling in on the ears of the Marines
Pelinal's eyes shot wide open. His body ached, as he sat up. Propping his body up with an arm, Pelinal rubbed his face with his free hand. Then slowly and deliberately, Pelinal began to stand, stretching his form slightly. Yet he heard something interesting in the distance. The roaring of something, presumably some sort of predator native to this realm. Yet soon he saw something over the horizon. An odd beast. Composed of metal plates with a bizarre face and six large wheels. Grunting, Pelinal began to approach the vehicle. Climbing out of his crater, he stood like a statue. Soon enough the beast came to stop. Cocking his head, Pelinal was curious about this beast.
From the beast the sound of mechanical whirling was heard. From behind the Metal Beast, four man-shaped persons clad in full armor, wielding square metal crossbows, looked upon Pelinal's form. He stood a head taller than all of them, he was broader shouldered and muscular, his hair was long and white. He was truly imposing. Then after a few awkward moments between them, one of the men spoke up. "You caused the crater?" These men spoke Tamerialic, good. "Yes." It was good to be honest.
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