Corrupted heart, part 2, And I ain't halfway yet, dudes. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, I just noticed I breached the 200 post mark at the first thread. So here's the new thread.

No update here yet, though. I'll see if I can edit this post later today.

Edit, forgot the link to the last part. Here it is.

Corrupted Heart, part 1

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Sep 24 2007, 09:30 PM

[jack cloudy]

Goes well? Maybe it won't become another disaster like last time, but there will be complications, I assure you. I just hope I'll be able to let Marsh shine for a change.

Glad to hear you caught up, Planty. I admit that I'm taking a lot of liberties here, but not just because I like it that way, but also out of necessity. The original story is basically this.

Jagar Tharn takes over, hides the staff and kills Ria Silmane. Silmane's ghost frees the eternal champion from his prison and then comes in his dreams to tell him where to go. Champion reunites the staff and then finally whacks Jagar good. It is rather empty, not enough to write a big fanfic over.

Some of my changes to this story.

1: The biggie. There is no eternal champion. Instead, I'm using a party here.
2: Ria Silmane has been killed off for real, so no dreams. This means I'll actually have to make them search for the staff pieces and not take a nap.

There are other changes, such as the sideplot of Revarim Kendri and Ra'trith, but those above are the biggies. Anyway, update time.


Winterhold

Merdrar was still standing at the window when they returned.
,,You are rather late. Were you that hungry?” He said without turning around. Marsh cast a glance at the Dremora. He didn’t quite trust the being yet.
,,Perhaps we were. Mind if I asked you a question?” He replied evenly.
,,Depends on what it is.”

The Argonian performed some quick sign language to his companions before speaking.
,,What are you?” He then asked. Merdrar didn’t shift even a single muscle.
,,I see no need to answer that question. What makes you think it is important?” He answered. A subtle edge of danger had seeped into his voice however, which escaped none in the room. Still, Marsh decided to press on.
,,You appear out of nowhere to help us. You do not rest, you do not drink, you do not eat, you wear some form of possessed Ebony as armour which you never remove. And most importantly, you stick with us even though there is no further need. So I ask you again. What are you?”

Merdrar remained silent, nor did he move.
,,So, they have figured out most of it. What do I answer? Killing them all would be easiest, yet I cannot do that. I must avoid violence. Even a simple attempt to subdue them could be lethal. These mortals are so fragile. Yes, what do I tell them? That I have been sent by the very man they wish to destroy?” His mind raced, frantic for an answer that would satisfy his listeners. But as the silence dragged on for too long, the only possible answer he could find was the truth, a vague truth.
,,I am a Dremora, an immortal being from another plane, a plane you do not know. Those in this world who do know about its existence, have varying names for it. The most common one is Oblivion.” He began as he turned around.

,,I am a knight, in the service of my lord who I shall not mention for your sake. Yet I have failed in my duty, forsaken my honour and so I must now bear the mask of shame. Only by slaying a worthy foe in the name of my lord can I reclaim this honour. Jagar Tharn is such a foe. If you three know the means with which to slay him, I pledge my sword to your cause.” He continued. He pulled the Claymore free from its sheath and carved a runic symbol into the wooden floor.
,,By the mark of my lord, you have my word. I shall not forsake it, lest my body be turned to dust and my soul thrown into the abyss. So, now that I have given you my oath, will you accept my presence?”

Marsh felt for the scroll he hid within his robe.
,,Mask of shame, one of the persons of prophecy.” He remembered.
,,Very well, Merdrar. You are now one of us. As such, I believe I can also explain for why we were so late.” He spoke up.
,,Aran, show him the staff piece.”

After the Ebony shard had been placed on a bed, the Argonian picked up his explanation again.
,,This is a part of an artefact known as the Staff of chaos. We have reason to believe that once completed, it might help us in destroying Jagar Tharn. Tharn once possessed it himself and there must be a reason why he found it safer to shatter the staff and hide it across the continent.” He hissed.
,,Whatever is the case, we came across a lead to another piece tonight. Rajn raided the mage guild for a few maps and some personal souvenirs, which is why it took us some time to return. Tomorrow we will set out for a place known as the Labyrinthian of Shalidor. Does that satisfy you?” Merdrar nodded slowly.
,,I am quite satisfied, yes.”

He moved away from the window and walked to the door instead.
,,I suggest you rest as much as you can. Since I don’t need rest as you already observed. I’ll stand watch.”


Northern Cyrodiil

At his shack north of Bruma, Kendri sat reading his poetry under the light of a candle. A cool breeze entered through a partially opened window. Ra’trith had left, much to his disappointment. But he also felt that there was nothing to worry about.
,,He has been predictable all this time, he’ll remain predictable throughout.” The Redguard reasoned. With a smile, he blew out the candle. Yet he did not go to his bed, but instead he remained seated. The book of poetry was placed on the cupboard. Now, he waited.

An owl sang its ominous song. In the light of the moon, Kendri could just make out the time on his clock. One hour past midnight. He rose from his seat without a sound.
,,Any second now.”The window opened wider. Kendri’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he released his Shehai and held it in front of the window.
,,Predictable indeed. I knew you would be back.” He whispered. Ra’trith pulled his head back to remove the glowing blade from his throat.
,,Kendri….how?” He snarled.
,,A matter of simple deduction. Basically, you had become so angry that you were willing to disregard all of my warnings and all of your experience just to get the chance to kill me. However, since that obviously isn’t possible right now, would you…..?” Kendri paused for a moment. A sphere of light ascended to the ceiling, casting away the darkness.
,,take a seat? I made you some tea. It should help you relax. And a relaxed body makes it easier for you to search your soul and recover what is lost.”

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Mar 11 2008, 09:06 AM