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 IV

Eric was inside of one of the hottest, uninhabitable places he had ever been. Then he saw a Kvatch city guard running frantically from one place to another.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked, puzzled.

"Can't you see?" the guard said."Those daedroth have been chasing me for the past hour." Eric looked to his right to see three large reptilian creatures lumbering their way.

"This should be a fair fight, now that there's two of us and three of them," Eric said.

"Can I return to the captain and give him a report on what happened here?" the guard asked.

"Okay, you coward. Go back through the gate to Kvatch. I'll handle this," Eric said, disgusted at what a coward that guard was. Eric charged at the daedroth and was picked up and thrown to the hot, charred ground. He jumped back to his feet and dodged yet another attempt at an attack by the giant reptiles. He rolled behind one of them and ran up its back.

"Haha," Eric heartily laughed as he thrusted his blade through the skull of the daedroth. It fell with a screech. He continued the same process of dodging and stabbing. Eventually all the vicious daedroth lie dead at his feet.

Eric walked through the realm until he found the entrance to a large dark tower with a fiery beam shooting from the top. At that instant he knew this is where the portal of hell was getting its power. Inside, he glanced around and noticed a strange black door, his adventurous spirit kicked in at that moment and he rushed through.

When he entered the room, he saw solid black pews and a fountain spurting blood. Eric also saw ten strange looking humans. Then he remembered something from a book explaining who those people were. They were one of the Daedric Lord's soldiers, the Dremora. That's when he realized he was in Mehrunes Dagon's realm, the realm of destruction. He snuck around them and went up a spiral-like staircase. He then made it to the top of the tower. There was a material that Eric thought was human flesh, when he looked at his boots they had blood all over them, which confirmed his guess.

He then saw a stone, where the beam going through the tower was concentrated. He grabbed it and the tower made a screeching sound. Everything was crumbling down around him. He bolted out through the tower. The building buckled under the pressure and tilted over in a big cloud of sulfuric dust, melting into the lava. He sprinted through the portal, the gate collapsed as soon as he dived out.

"You made it?" the cowardly guard asked, shocked.

"Of course," Eric said."I almost didn't though. Still, I could have used your help, but you wouldn't have made it out in time."

"Just luck," the captain said.

"I didn't see you go through that hell-spawned gate!" Eric shot back." By the way here's your weapon back."

"Sorry, I am so frustrated," the captain replied."At least we can get into the city now."

"Let's go, I need to get a man named Martin out of there," Eric said.

"You mean the priest?" the captain asked.

"Yes," Eric answered. They entered the city and trodded across the burnt ground to the chapel, the only building left standing.

"Okay! Everybody, I need you to follow Tarra. She'll take you all to the camp," the captain said.

"Wait, I need to speak with Martin," Eric said. A man in a blue robe walked up to him, it was Martin.

"You... closed that gate. How?" Martin questioned.

"That's not important right now," Eric said." I need you to come with me."

"For what reason?" Martin asked.

"Those daedra came here to kill you, Martin," Eric answered.