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 III

Then, in a little alcove, a stone wall slid down to reveal an assassin."Take this, you wily old coot!" the assassin said. He dug his sword into the emperor's back. Blood stained his beautifully decorated satin robes.

"No!" Eric charged at the assassin, took his stained blade and plunged it into his heart. The assassin fell backwards with a deep groan.

Baurus ran over, "Sire! Sire! No... dammit! He was a great leader and now he is dead. I've failed in the duty I swore to uphold."

"You haven't failed your duty, there is one more heir to the throne for you to protect," Eric consoled." The emperor gave me the Amulet of Kings. He said a man named Jauffre will know where to find his last son."

"Jauffre, my grandmaster, yes he will know. As for the emperor's last son, I do not know about that," Baurus replied with a solemn look on his face."Here take this key, it should get you passed the door into the sewers. Maybe the alcove that assassin came through will get you to the door."

Eric thanked him and entered the alcove. He made his way through the sewers until he had reached a grate leading out into the sunny midday. After he left the sewers, Eric went to the Imperial City to see where Weynon Priory was. He was told it was in Chorrol.

He left the Imperial City and traveled to Chorrol. Eric arrived at Weynon Priory several hours later. He entered the priory.

"May I help you?" asked a priest.

"Yes, where is Jauffre?" Eric asked.

"Right up stairs, my friend," the priest answered. Eric went upstairs and found Jaufree reading a book.

"Excuse me, the emperor sent me to find you. He said I should give you the Amulet of Kings. He also said something about his last son," Eric said.

"Why did he give this to you?" Jauffre asked.

"I am displeased to say this, but the emperor is dead,"Eric replied."He was assassinated by men in grey robes."

"Oh no. This is bad, very bad," Jauffre said." As for his son, yes there is one more left. Travel to Kvatch you will find him there, his name is Martin."

Eric left Weynon Priory and traveled the two hour trip through the wilderness to Kvatch. He saw a zig-zag slope that led to the castle, a smoking pile of rubble. He went up this zig-zag hill, only to come upon a barricade where five to ten soldiers were standing.

"Go back down the slope, civilian!" the captain blustered.

"What happened here?" Eric asked.

"In case you couldn't tell, someone opened a gate of hell onto our very doorstep!" He shot back."And daedra have been coming out every few minutes."

"I didn't mean to upset you. But I can help,"Eric replied.

"Help? What makes you think you can help? You don't even have a damn weapon!" the captain said.

"Give me yours then," Eric suggested."I'll bring it back."

"Here. Now go shut that portal!" the captain handed him the sword and Eric ran through the gate to Oblivion.