Janus Hassildor, Corvus Umbranox and Balen Sarethi stood close together, and each of them was panting. The attack upon Kvatch hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Even with walls that were only half erect, and little to no conventional garrison, the Necromancers were putting up far more of a fight then the three of them had expected.

If ever they had expected this battle to be over within a few hours, that expectation was now long gone. As their force got close to the walls, from all sides foul magics came crashing down in their midst.

Dozens died within minutes, and many dozens more were wounded. While they obviously had a great advantage in numbers over the Necromancers, they also knew that at this rate, that advantage would drop swiftly.

On the other hand, they also knew they couldn’t afford to allow the enemy to remain in Kvatch and continue to bolster their might.

“Well Counts, what shall we do now? It seems another full frontal assault is out of the question, unless we want this to be the shortest siege in the history of Tamriel.”

“You’re right, lord Sarethi, but we do not have enough magicians to fight fire with fire, so to speak.”

Above them, the sky suddenly darkened, and a foul smell reached their noses, it smelled of death and decay as if they had suddenly come close to a graveyard.

Looking around them, the three men saw faint red glows around some of the dead bodies lying on the ground, and whatever it was, the glow seemed to be spreading.

Then one of the bodies sat up, and looked at them with eyes that were rolled back into its head.

Balen Sarethi was the first to react, “Back! Everyone back!”

Already, many corpses were standing and slowly moving towards them, and from the gates of Kvatch many more corpses came stumbling out.

A great deed of evil had been done tonight, and the zombies kept coming, rising from the battlefield outside the city and from the broken buildings within.

After a strange sensation of weightlessness, Baurus found himself looking up at Cloud Ruler Temple. It looked as if they had arrived just in time.

A host of Bruma guards and Tsaesci were trying to break down the gates to the temple, using a large tree as a battering ram. None but a handful of Blades were atop the battlements and trying to rain down arrows on the attackers to throw them off their game plan. Why didn’t they just use a levitation spell to get on over the walls, Baurus thought? It’s not like it hasn’t been invented yet in Cyrodiil. right?

Relien was quick to assess the situation and sent his Telvanni forward onto the attackers.

Baurus had been present at many a battle, but most of them had been physical ones. He felt entirely powerless in this environment where magic was used like a soldier might use an arrow. Spells flew all around him. While he was not very knowledgeable in these matters, to Baurus it appeared the Tsaesci wizards were not to be trifled with. They seemed to be holding their ground against the might of the centuries-old Telvanni.

Relien so far hadn’t involved himself, instead choosing to stand next to Baurus and Varvur. Baurus wondered why but soon found out when a stray fireball came straight at him but fizzled against an unseen shield only a few feet from them. Even through the shield Baurus could feel the heat of the spell.

Slowly but surely though the Telvanni seemed to be gaining ground on the Tsaesci and their allies. Caught between two forces, the Tsaesci had a far more difficult time than their attackers.

Suddenly a loud voice could be heard over the battlefield, “Enough of this. You pitiful Dunmer, do you really think you can stop us?”

Baurus had no idea who or what was speaking, but surely the voice sounded like nothing he had ever heard before.

A shimmering could be seen right between the Tsaesci and Telvanni. The shimmering increased until it was ten feet high and many feet across. It seemed to pause and then, with a big bang, Baurus and likely everyone on the field was thrown down.

Looking up at shimmering place, Baurus saw a monstrous shape. Whatever it was, Baurus had never seen it’s like before in Tamriel. It looked like nothing so much as an overgrown white bear, with large tusks protruding from its mouth, angry black eyes and covered head to toe in thick white fur. At it’s back two large wings, as white as snow, could be seen.

It spoke in the same voice Baurus had heard moments before; “Hear my name and hear it well, for it shall be your doom. I am Manta’Na Dir-Kamal, king of the snow demons of Kamal.”

Spells were cast by the Telvanni wizards at the Snow Demon, but none of them had any effect. He brushed them aside as if brushing aside flies. And when the demon let loose a spell of its own, a number of Telvanni went flying.

Baurus had seen Relien move forward. At some unheard command, the Telvanni Wizards drew back from the Snow Demon while Relien kept moving forward.

The Demon finally spotted the lone figure moving forward and addressed him, “And who is this pitiful creature? Have you come to subject yourself to my rule, little man?”

In a quiet and determined voice that nonetheless could be heard all over the battlefield, the response came, “I am Relien Geles, the lord Nerevar reborn, Archmagister of the Great House Telvanni, and I bow to no one.”

He followed his words with a lightning strike that actually knocked the Demon a step back. With eyes filled with rage the Demon looked at Relien, and loosed his own spell but rather than throw down Relien as it had the other Telvanni earlier, it seemed Relien simply absorbed it.

“Are we through playing around now, Manta’Na?”

Ocato felt the sweat running down his face. At least he hoped it was merely sweat and not blood as well. The fireball had scattered the mages; two lay dead where the spell had hit, and the rest had spread out through the cave to make it harder for Mannimarco to hit them.

Looking at the central platform, Ocato saw Mannimarco standing in exactly the same spot as before. The blast from the fireball hadn’t even touched him it seemed. How were they ever going to defeat him?

One by one Ocato saw the other mages throw spells at Mannimarco, a fireball, a lightning blast, he himself tried frost magic. Some tried to paralyze Mannimarco or cast spells of silence, but nothing seemed to harm him. A powerful shield spell protected Mannimarco against anything they might throw at him.

Using telepathy, Ocato ordered the mages to combine their power into groups and thus increase the spells thrown at Mannimarco, but even that had no apparent effect on the King of Worms.

Now Mannimarco turned to look at where one of the mages was standing, and a fireball started forming above him again. Ocato looked at his target and shouted, “Bothiel, no!” But it was too late. Moving his arm forward, Mannimarco cast the spell and Bothiel was shrouded in fire.

He was simply picking them off one by one it seemed. Mannimarco kept throwing spells and each time he threw a spell, another cry could be heard.

Ocato now truly felt despair. He’d seen some of his best friends die this day, some just moments ago, and all apparently in vain. It had been a mistake to come here he now knew. The ten of them combined had been no more of a match against Mannimarco then a slaughterfish would be against Akatosh.

He had to struggle to remain upright and not just lay down to accept the inevitable. Perhaps, perhaps if they held on long enough there, Kvatch could be conquered, the Necromancers there beaten. Perhaps. But would it really matter? Would Mannimarco be less powerful alone and without the followers he had amassed?

Deep inside, Ocato knew the answer, but to even consider it would acknowledge that the day had been a waste and a sham, and therefore he choose not to even think about it.

But who could defeat Mannimarco? If the ten of them couldn’t, not just ten random wizards but ten of the greatest practitioners of magic in all of Cyrodiil, then who could? Could the famed Lord Nerevar? If rumors spoke truth then he might, but he was Akatosh knows where, and although he had guided Ocato and the others to the new heir, it was plain that he held no love for the empire. Ocato judged it more likely Lord Nerevar would simply wait for Mannimarco to move against Morrowind before interfering.

Or perhaps that was just an overly negative thought. If it was, he would never know. Ocato had come to realize a while ago that he wouldn’t make it out of the Echo Cave alive. But even knowing that, and truly realizing it, he also knew he had a choice. He couldn’t choose if he died that day, but he could choose how he died. He could either be blasted away from behind the rock where he was hiding, or he could die facing Mannimarco, and giving his all one last time.

Slowly rising, Ocato wiped the blood out of his eyes and turned to gaze upon the King of Worms. Mannimarco looked at Ocato with those dead eyes of his, empty of all feeling, all compassion, all humanity. On the far side of the room, Ocato saw Raminus Polus look at him from behind some crates. Ocato smiled, glad to see at least one of his companions still alive.

For some reason it filled him with a renewed sense of strength. He rose to his full height and boldly stared at the King of Worms. If it was Ocato’s time, then let Arkay take him with haste and deliver his soul onto another plane.

Mannimarco smiled at Ocato, a twisted mocking smile, and raised his hands. Ocato had seen this before many times this night. The inevitable ball of flame was growing in between the great necromancer’s hands. Ocato knew the end was near, and closed his eyes.

Even through his closed eyelids he saw a great white light growing clearer with every passing second.

Baurus had lost track of the number of spells that had flown between the two. He, like everyone else, was mesmerized by this spectacle of two behemoths of magic battling it out. Both the Tsaesci and the Telvanni simply stood and watched their leaders strive against one another.

Moments ago the Demon King seemed to be nearing exhaustion, but he must have gotten a new source of power from somewhere because he was throwing spells at Relien like never before.

Lightning, fire, frost, and many more spells Baurus didn’t even have a name for were thrown, with neither of the two gaining an advantage.

A nasty spell caught Relien on the side of his face. He fell down clutching his cheek. Baurus was tempted to run towards him but knew there was nothing he could do. He actually had to hold Varvur back, though.

Slowly rising again, Relien took the hand from his cheek to show a painful-looking cut. “Demon, I give you one last chance to return to Akavir never to set foot on Tamriel again. If you reject my offer, I will crush you.”

“Foolish mortal, you cannot defeat me.”

Raising his hands to the sky, Relien began to chant. Within seconds he was surrounded by a globe of ever increasing blue light. Baurus could feel the air crackle with power; every cell of Relien’s body seemed to be flooded with raw power.

With an incredible shout Relien stretched his hands forward and pointed at the form of the Snow Demon. All the built up power was released in a single burst of energy engulfing the Demon. Baurus could hear the creature’s cry of pain, but then, people in the Imperial city had likely heard it.

When the air cleared again, the Demon was lying face down on the ground. It no longer moved. Relien slumped to the ground, obviously entirely spent. Baurus, Varvur and many Telvanni rushed towards him to check on him. He didn’t look hurt, simply tired. Baurus had no idea of the amount of power just used, but assumed it would be quite a while before Relien was back to his old self.

It seemed there was no stopping the zombies. Riddled with arrows, they still came on. Burning from a fire spell, they still came. Balen had even decapitated several and hacked off limbs from others, but the severed limbs came on, and the headless zombies somehow still knew where to find the living.

It seemed all they could do was keep the army of living dead at bay; those who had come here to attack the city were now desperately trying to defend themselves. It seemed as if some work of evil kept the zombies animate even after they had been hacked to pieces.

Obviously nothing they could do could stem the tide of living dead. Corvus looked about him, trying to find of some way to escape, but with the great flow of zombies, their force had quickly become surrounded.

Lord Sarethi was saying something, pointing, it was hard to make out among the many moans of the living dead. Corvus looked at the place where Lord Sarethi was pointing, and saw… zombies lying down, and not getting up? Surely his eyes must be mistaken. But no, looking over the other way there too lay some zombies who had moments ago been trying to get past the hastily erected barriers.

Now he actually saw a zombie fall over. And some more there, and to the right. What was killing them? Surely nothing they were doing.

Some zombies now turned back to the city as if to answer some unheard call for help, but none got further then several feet in front of the gates before they too fell down. Nearly every zombie was now either lying still or falling down.

A great cheer came from those of the defenders still able to cheer.

Corvus did not have to wait long to find out what had happened because soon the gates of Kvatch opened and out came a group of people robed in black. None of them had the black skull and bones of a Necromancer on their apparel though, no these robes were a very dark black, as dark as the night sky with no stars.

Corvus saw Count Janus move towards the group, followed by Lord Sarethi, so he walked after them. Standing in front of the apparent leader Corvus took a step back when the figure dropped his hood. It was Lucien Lachance, the infamous Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood.

During his time as the Gray Fox, Corvus had done his best to keep his guild out of the way of the Dark Brotherhood, hoping that by doing so, he would keep them safe. He knew thieves, as skilled as they may be, could never hope to go toe to toe with the Brotherhood.

Lucien must have sensed his trepidation, for he spoke in an almost kindly tone; “Relax my brother of the shadows; today is not the day we claim your life for our mother.”

Turning to someone standing beside him he continued, “Well, I trust this settles our debt to you, Filben.”

“It does,” came the reply “And thank you, Lucien.”

“You’re welcome, my little pet.” Turning to the three men standing before him he continued, “And may I hope, gentlemen, that we never meet again? For to meet again would likely mean our mother claims your life.”

Turning on his heels, Lucien and his followers walked back through the crowd and into Kvatch, surely returning by the same shadowy route by which they had entered the city.

Corvus looked questioningly at Janus though. “I thought you told all of us Filben here died at Skingrad.”

“Ah, but she did my dear Corvus- in a way. I fear there was no way for me to save her life, not her old one, but I was still able to give her a new one. And after I proposed it to her, she accepted.”

“True,” Filben interceded. “While I might have been hesitant once, my many talks with Janus here allowed me to see there really isn’t too much difference between this life and my old one. At least not so long as I don’t allow there to be.”

“And the look on Falcar’s face right before I sank my teeth into him was more than worth any downside I might experience down the line. I’m not sure what shocked him more, the idea of a semi-dead creature not under his control, or seeing me again.”

“Sank your teeth into him?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I chopped off his head afterwards; we wouldn’t want someone like him to sour the good reputation of us Vampires, would we?” Filben said with a wink.

A number of Telvanni had been rounding up the remaining Tsaesci. Among them was Countess Narina Carvain; apparently she had survived all the carnage of the day. Seeing the new Emperor come down from Cloud Ruler Temple surrounded by Blades, she broke free of the Telvanni holding her and threw herself before the Emperor to be.

“Emperor, please save me from these brutes. I’m innocent; the Tsaesci forced me to help them; they threatened to kill me if I didn’t.”

Dilbor Septim looked down at her. Behind her he saw Lord Nerevar walk up; he didn’t think he could ever think of Relien Geles as anyone other then the Lord Nerevar, the man who had graciously provided Dilbor with a home, when he knew nothing about him. Dilbor cast a questioning look at Relien, who peered at Countess Carvain for a moment, and then shook his head.

“Countess Carvain, you would add lying to your Emperor to your long list of crimes as well? Hear me now, all of you. There has been enough killing for one day. Tsaesci, I give you your lives on the condition that you return to Akavir at once and promise never to set foot on Tamriel soil again for the rest of your lives. Do you accept these terms?”

The Tsaesci looked at one another, and then slowly nodded their consent. With the Snow Demon king gone, their hope of victory was gone as well.

“Countess Carvain, for your part in all this I hereby strip you of your lands and titles and banish you from the whole of Tamriel. You have until a month from this day to remove yourself to the place of your choosing, if after that month you are ever seen in Tamriel, the punishment will be death.”

“No!” A still sobbing Narina cried.

Ignoring her and signaling for the Blades to take her and the Tsaesci away, Dilbor walked over to Relien. “My lord, it seems the Empire is in your debt. On behalf of the Empire, I thank you for your efforts.”

“I accept your thanks, Emperor Septim, though I fear I still have some bad news to bring. In his dying moments, the Snow Demon king communicated to me that the battle at Echo Cave had gone very poorly. Mannimarco was never the real enemy there; the Mannimarco they faced was merely an apparition summoned by the Snow Demon king. When he felt he was losing his battle with me, he dispelled the apparition to allow himself all possible power reserves. “

“I fear Ocato and the others are badly hurt. Would you allow some of my people to travel there and to Kvatch to see if they can still be of some assistance?”

“Gladly will I allow this Lord Nerevar. I pray it won’t be too late for Ocato and the others there.”

Good stuff, nothing is as it seems... I like

Feels like its winding down but I wander if there might be something else to happen... I hope so.

Commentwise not much really, Splitting the different fights so heavily was a novel idea, I'm not sure it would have worked in a book but online it did quite well. It emphasised their concurrance quite effectivly and kept them all fresh and exciting and linked. And seeing as online is how this is being released it was a good move making full use of the format.

Personally I find killing charactersand bringing them back isn't to my taste but that's just my opinion.

Good stuff

Ocato didn’t understand why he didn’t feel anything. Was this how death felt? Nothing? No pain whatsoever? Of course he no longer had skin to feel with, nor a body for that matter, but it just didn’t feel right. He should have felt something.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ocato saw he was still in the same place he’d been right before. He saw his feet, his legs, he gazed at his hands. Everything seemed the same. Slowly looking up, he expected this to be yet another cruel ploy by Mannimarco, prolonging what they both knew would happen for as long as possible to give Ocato the biggest scare possible, but when his eyes met the place where Mannimarco had been standing, he was no longer there.

Turning left, then right, up and down, Mannimarco was nowhere to be found.

On the other side of the cave, Ocato saw Raminus’ head slowly rising above the wooden crates he’d been sitting behind. He looked unbelievingly at the center platform, then to Ocato and back to the central platform again.

Walking slowly, still shaking, Ocato made his way over to Raminus. “Is it over, Ocato?”

“I’m not sure Raminus; I saw a white light, and then Mannimarco was gone. I have no idea what happened.”

“Nor I. I was afraid to even look after Mannimarco started creating that new ball of fire. Scared he might be aiming it at me. I fear I do not have your courage Ocato.”

“Courage? Is accepting the inevitable courageous? I wonder.”

A moan coming from the other side of Raminus cut off whatever Ocato might have wanted to say next. Moving over he saw the prone body of Tar-Meena lying in a small pool of blood.

Ocato moved to kneel over her and surveyed the damage. “She was hit pretty bad Ocato; I tried to give what power I could to heal her, but I fear for her life.”

Silently nodding, Ocato had already begun to form a spell in his mind. He knew he was unable at that moment to fully heal Tar-Meena, but perhaps he could do enough for her to keep her whole long enough to get her to a proper healer, or at least a mage with enough power left to fully heal her.

Getting back up again, Ocato walked slowly through the bodies, or parts of bodies, of the wizards that had come in with them. It soon became clear to him though that they would not walk out with them again. Ten had entered, and with luck, three might walk out again.

Just then, a humming sound could be heard, followed by a rush of air and not two feet from them, two Dunmer stood- one male in a blue robe, and one ancient looking female clothed in a robe with a spider pattern on it.

The female saw Tar-Meena lying hurt and, without bothering to speak, swiftly walked over to her and knelt beside her. Already Ocato could feel the power flowing from the Dunmer into Tar-Meena.

He looked questioningly up at the Dunmer male, who while not as old-looking as the female, surely didn’t look to be a spring deer.

“My apologies for my companion’s abrupt mannerism Chancellor, but I’m afraid she’s never been one for diplomacy. But where are my manners; please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Baladas Demnevanni, Magister of Great House Telvanni and here at the request of our esteemed Archmagister. The lady tending to your companion’s wounds is Mistress Dratha, also from House Telvanni.”

“You must be wondering what two Dunmer are doing here in the middle of nowhere. Well, to Morrowind this is the middle of nowhere, at least,” Baladas said with a sly wink. “I believe there is quite a bit we’ll have to talk about Chancellor, to inform you of everything that has really happened. But then, we have plenty of time for that.”

For the first time in what seemed an eternity, Ocato felt himself relax as he sat down on a rock to listen to this Dunmer.

They did not wait long for the coronation. After having been deprived of the last heir by fate, and by the bravery of Martin Septim, they did not want to let it happen again by waiting too long.

The Imperial city was crawling with visitors from all over Tamriel. Each province had sent many officials, and many of the regular population had come out for the event as well. From as far away as the Summerset Isles, commoners had come to watch the elevation of the new Emperor of Tamriel.

The Imperial city seemed a rainbow of colors, with flags and banners flying from every window, tower and house. Some people even wore them in their excitement.

Inside the Imperial Council Chambers, a small ceremony had just wrapped up. Emperor Dilbor I Septim was speaking quietly to Lord Nerevar. They had just concluded a binding treaty between Morrowind and Tamriel, one that ratified the treaty made between Chancellor Ocato and Lord Nerevar when Ocato was in Morrowind in search of Dilbor.

Raminus Polus and Baladas Demnevanni, who had stayed around for the ceremony, were quietly speaking to one another in a corner of the room. After having spoken with one another nearly daily for the last weeks, they had fast become close friends. They were even now discussing one of their favorite points of debate.

“And I’m telling you Raminus, if your guild had taken a different stance on the matter, perhaps the fake Mannimarco would never have gotten as many followers as he did. I mean to ignore an entire branch of Magic simply because of mishaps with it in the past, is not a good idea and sure to bring trouble.”

“But we can’t just now change centuries worth of tradition overnight. The guild would never be the same.”

“One should never be afraid of change, Raminus. Without it, the world would soon become a very dark place.”

“You may be right about that, Baladas. But then I fear the guild will be in quite a state of shock already even without the common acceptance of Necromancy as a school of Magic.”

“Really, how so?”

Raminus returned a sly look at Baladas; “Well, before he sacrificed himself, Hannibal Traven made it clear that had Filben still been alive, he would have wanted her to lead the guild. He didn’t know of course that she was in fact still alive, sort of. No, even without a general acceptance of Necromancy, I believe the guild will be in for quite a shock when they find their next Arch-Mage is a Vampire.”

Baladas and Raminus walked away laughing, towards the door. Yes, Baladas thought, the guild is in for quite a shock.

Well that's the last one. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And thanks to all who have already commented, I hope to see more still in the coming days.

As I believe I mentioned earlier, I've been busy writing a third part. Right now I'm really looking into it, it's mostly been written but to be honest I'm not entirely sure I like it as much as I did the first two, as I mentioned it's something entirely different, as in it does revolve around the same characters, but only one POV this time, that combined with what I've come up so far has left me less then confident about posting it. So I'll likely need a while to think it over before I post it, if I post it.

For now though, this is it.

Alex

It was awesome.

I think badda said it.

But to elaborate and point out the parts I thought had most room for improvement (you did ask for comments)...

I think you used the multiple PoVs well, its not a style I normally find works that well but you pulled it off nicely and helped to show the full complexity of the plot. The plot was well thought out and well linked though perhaps could have been better explored in a longer story (and its not often I say that), you built a very good feeling of impending chaos and mystery and I thought paid it off slightly too soon. I liked the political bit very much and its mainly this which i thought would have benefited from expansion. But saying that the fast pace was also most pleasing.

As far as the writing goes it was fine. I can't think whose style it reminds me of but it does remind me of someone. I think the biggest area for improvement would be in the show vs tell region, there were times that I found you told the reader things which might have been better shown though the actions and interactions of the characters. Of course this is a matter of balance and there certainly are times when the speed and simplicity of telling far outweigh the disadvantages, but generally you might consider showing more, at least in my opinion. Having said that though there were no particular infodumps which was a very good thing. I'd say this comment is particularly applicable to the first two parts where, because you were still building the atmosphere and feel, some of the more narrated parts seemed detached and little offputting.

The prose was very readable though, especially once I was into the story (how long was it? that I don't know shows how easy it was to sit and enjoy). I'm not sure I could isolate any one aspect which made it this way, more just the general style and pace (for it was well paced, never dragging its heels but not brushing by things either).

Somewhat linked to my first point I think you paid off all the plots a little too early and that the protagonist's side perhaps won a little to easily. I very much enjoyed the middle with the political manoeuvrings and several plotlines still only slightly linked and would have happily read more of it. There was nothing wrong with doing this but I think you could have given your ending more momentum with a bit more before it. This is a matter of taste of course.

And on matters of taste something which wasn't to mine. Mannimarco not being himself was just a bit confusing, in all honesty I didn't see what that twist added, but perhaps that's just me.

That's all the criticism I have for it really, and a lot is just my own feelings. It was very enjoyable and I look forward to your next piece. Thanks.


I'd say I did

Thanks a lot for the comments



As to this I guess my reasoning was thus;

first off I wanted to create him as far more powerful then he was shown in Oblivion. Reading up on him on the Library and hearing about him as he was pictured in previous games, I knew I had to make him a lot more powerful, which I guess I pulled off.

But then as I was into that storyline, I was wondering what the best way was to finish it, what's the best way for someone to defeat him etc. I already had the major showdown at Bruma, I thought it wouldn't work as well if Relien would defeat the snow demon, and then go on to the "next big fight" in Mannimarco. I guess I've always though one major showdown like that works, but more then one only work if there's suffient amount of time between the two, time which I didn't really have as I didn't want it to drag on longer, and I didn't really have anything else in mind that I could let happen to build up that second showdown.

So I figured, why not have the Mannimarco storyline turn out to be merely a sideline to the real showdown. It would help the Akavirii in creating a diversion, would save Relien from a second big showdown, would give me a way to keep from killing Ocato and those assorted mages I wanted to save etc.

So I guess that's basically what I considered and the reasons I made it the way it was

Thank you very much for this story. I haven't commented on it yet, but now that it is done, I wanted to make sure that you knew that I read it and enjoyed it.

I, for one, enjoyed the deception with Mannimarco as you depicted it; I thought it conveyed an incredible sense of power even beyond that which was obviously apparent from the fight with Relien. The overwhelming magical power of the two beings in that fight was, perhaps, almost unbelievable, but I thought it was very well written and quite convincing.

Overall, a very enjoyable read. Thanks again.

Well, I'm exceedingly late in replying, but better late than never. I hope.

I spent several hours yesterday reading this through, and it's a testament to how enjoyable this is. My other half was not best pleased mind you, seeing as how I got so engrossed in the story, I forgot to meet her in town - but that's another, far less entertaining story...

Considering this is a sequel to Morrowind (we must have a chat about titles one day ) it's appropriate that this follows the same route. Namely a blistering pace, multiple points of view and twists and turns galore. Devious plots, that kept me reading on, never entirerly sure I knew where it was going. You have a talent for plotting, no question, and you have plenty of invention on display, as well as a couple of standout set pieces. Hugely entertaining!

There were a few scenes where I think you've fallen into telling us too much, rather than showing it within the story, but that's a minor quibble here.

Here's hoping for that third installment sometime in the not too distant future

Thanks guys



And I hope Dawn wasn't too mad Jon

She got over it. Of course it took bribes of chocolate and fruit cider, but I've become used to having to do that

Now no sidestepping the issue - how's the third part coming? Is it looking like a possibility?

Save for one or two pages, it's finished. But to be honest I've been second guessing the success of my experiment there. I wonder now more then before if it might not be a lot less well written then my previous works.

The parts that I have finished I've sent tot Treydog thought for proof reading and the likes, so I think I'll await his feedback before doing anything rash (like deleting it, or heaven forbid, posting it )

Wow. That was a fantasic read Alexander. Thanks very much for posting your writing. I've really enjoyed it, and am eagerly awaiting your next work!

It's Here!!! One of my fave stories of all time, Cyrodiil by Alexander!!!! I hope all the influx from BGSF sees this, DESTRI - you will LOVE this story! ZALPHON - this one will ROCK your world! It sure did mine!! DON'T ANYONE MISS THIS STORY !!!!


Alexander, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this story without gobbling like a turkey and giving a standing ovation in front of my PC that lasts at least a week - AWESOME !!!

And I am def going to read your "Morrowind" story too!!!!


Gobble gobble...CLAP CLAP !!!!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 18 2010, 02:34 AM