The Northern Champion, a story of Eric Snowmane Options

[Lord Veneficus]

This is basically the main quest but I've added and changed it around .

PART I

As a young Nordic man, Eric was a poor miner. He grew tired of waking up every morning and working his fingers to the bone, but he did it to put food on the table.

A few years had passed when his parents died of a terrible disease. The only thing he had left was the little cabin his parents had built when he was born. He worked at the mines for several more months and quit. He left Skyrim a few years later.

He then traveled to Cyrodiil to try his hand at the Arena in the Imperial City. After his first victory against an Argonian, he immediately grew attracted to the sport. He steadily rose through the ranks until he had reached Hero status. He then had to face the best the green team had to offer, Felius Redoran, a Dark Elf with a nasty mace called Dagon's Fist. Eric defeated Felius with a well placed blow to his head. Eric had finally become the Champion of the Arena! He then challenged Bartholomeo, the Grand Champion. The match started off with blades colliding and sparks flying. The match lasted at least an hour and Bartholomeo and Eric grew fatigued. Eric's armor was falling off from all the slits in it.

Then Eric swung his blade, it was sloppy but he timed it just right. The flat of Eric's blade broke Bartholomeo's arm with a deafening crack. He fell to the ground and started to yell in an agonizing tone. The crowd was screaming,"Cut his throat! Cut his throat!"

Eric stuck the blade to Bartholomeo's neck and gave a powerful pull. Blood poured out of the wound. He was dead. Eric had become the Grand Champion. He lifted his bloodied sword and let out a battle cry. People started calling him the Crimson Blade and he liked it.

Eric "The Crimson Blade" Snowmane purchased himself a quaint little home in the waterfront of the Imperial City. He was drinking a tall glass of mead, when he heard a knock at the door.

"Excuse me, sir," a legionnaire said." I've received a report that you murdered Hondar Ferano, a High Elf that resides in the Temple District."

"What?!" Eric shouted."I've murdered no one, I've been framed!"

"We have a witness, 'Crimson Blade'," the soldier argued."Come with me, you are under arrest."

It had been two years since that dreadful day. It was a regular prison day, thrashings and one meal, when two heavily armed soldiers and their captain came to the door of his cell. Someone else was standing behind them. It looked like Emperor Septim!

"Prisoner," the captain said. "I'm Captain Renault. You need to stand aside, I won't hesitate to kill you if you get in our way." Eric stepped to the side and Captain Renault walked over and pushed a stone ten rows from the floor. What sounded like stone grinding against stone was Eric's bed disappearing into the floor, and the wall next to his bed was actually a door leading into what looked like an ayleid ruin under the city.

"Looks like this is your lucky day, prisoner. I'm Baurus and that man over there is Glardmir," he said. "Stay close behind and don't do anything you'll regret." They weren't even within two minutes of their trek when they were attacked by men in gray robes. Eric didn't have a weapon so he fought with his hands. He snapped a two of the men's necks and broke the other man's shin. After the battle Baurus said," That was amazing! Where did you learn to fight so well with your fists?"

"Baurus don't give a low-life that kind of admiration!" Glardmir said." Captain Renault's dead, where's the Emperor?"

[Lord Veneficus]

PART II

"I am over here," the emperor said. He was unusually calm. He then paced over to Eric," I'm afraid that we must now part ways, but only for a short while. We shall cross paths again." And with that they entered a door that they locked behind them. Eric heard a noise, it sounded like a rat. He glanced around and noticed dust coming out of the old stones in the wall. Then, it crumbled revealing a snarling but harmless rat. Eric kicked it into the corner where it curled into a ball and whimpered. He climbed through the hole in the wall and into a cavern. Every so often he'd run into a rat or goblin, which he either injured or killed. Eric was a few feet from a door, hopefully leading him into the room where the emperor went, when a goblin charged out of the shadows with an old rusty dagger held high. Eric dogded the attack and picked up a large rock. He then bashed the goblin over the head with it. He entered the door that lead to the next room and discovered himself in the Ayleid-looking ruin he was once in.

The only thing the emperor saw were his guards and the dead heaps of bodies.

"Sire, are you all right?" Baurus queried.

"Yes, I am fine," Emperor Septim replied.

"Shh! I hear something," Glardmir whispered." I think it's that prisoner! I'm going to kill him, he might be working with the assassins!"

"No, Glardmir. You will not harm him, he may be our last hope to stop this chaos," the emperor replied.

Just then, Eric heard the emperor and Glardmir whispering. So, he moved closer and knocked over an old fragile urn.

"Damn!" Eric whispered.

The emperor and Baurus were resting. Eric jumped from a ledge and turned a corner to find Glardmir with his sword drawn, ready to attack.

"STOP! What are you doing, you piece of High Elf trash? " he asked.

"Watch where you walk, prisoner," Glardmir replied curtly. Eric entered the room where Baurus and the emperor sat.

"Please, come here Eric I wish to tell you something," Emperor Septim said. Eric wondered how the emperor knew his name.

"Yes, your majesty, what is it?" Eric questioned.

"I have had visions of you in my dreams, and this marks the day of my death. You must find my son," the old emperor said."The last heir to my throne, only he can light the Dragonfires. We shall go a bit further, then I must face my apportioned fate." They went to gate, but it was locked.

"Dammit! That gate isn't supposed to be locked, this is a trap!" Glardmir said as he pulled his sword from its beautifully crafted sheath.

"We could use that other gate over there,"Baurus said," but it looks like a dead end." They entered the other room. It was small.

"They're behind us! Prisoner look after the emperor, guard him with your life," Glardmir said.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!" someone screamed.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!!" Baurus and Glardmir both yelled.

Only Baurus stood after the battle. Glardmir had fallen and so had twenty of those wretched gray robed men.

"Eric take this. It is the Amulet of Kings, take it to Jaufree at the Weynon Priory,"the emperor said." He will tell you where to find my son. Find him and close shut the jaws... of Oblivion."