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 V

"What? An entire city, destroyed to get at me?" Martin asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes. You see, you are the Emperor's last son, Martin," Eric answered.

"That is impossible; I can't be the Emperor's son. I am the son of a farmer,” Martin said doubtedly.

"You have to come with me," Eric said.

"I must keep the people content," Martin argued.

"If you don't come with me now, those daedra will come back for you and kill everyone else,"Eric said, becoming angry with the stubborn priest.

"Fine. But only because I don't want anymore harm to come to these people," Martin said.

"But, you should help us get the rest of the daedra out of the castle!" the captain said desperately.

"I can't. I must take Martin to Weynon Priory," Eric said.

"If you must," the captain said."Before you go, take this." The captain handed Eric his silver longsword. "It should help you in your travels."

Eric thanked the captain and departed with Martin in tow. It was late into the night and Eric and Martin grew tired. But Eric didn't wish to stop and rest, for fear of being ambushed by Daedra or assassins. It was noon when they reached the dirt path to the priory. The blacksmith ran up to them.

"HELP! You've got to help us! They have killed Jauffre," the blacksmith yelled despairingly.

"NO! How could they do such a thing? He was the most capable of defending himself!" Eric shouted.

"He was in the chapel and several travelers went in and slaughtered him before he could call for help!" the blacksmith uttered.

"Where are they now?" Eric asked, his blood boiling with anger and frustration.

" In the priory," the blacksmith answered. Eric ran inside the priory with his sword drawn.

"DAMN YOU ALL!” Eric yelled as he thrusted his blade into an assassin's side. Through his fit of rage, he slaughtered every one of the assassins in less than a minute. Eric was standing there, covered head to toe in blood and panting very heavily.

"By the Nine!" Martin said, standing in awe at Eric.

"Where is the blacksmith?" Eric asked.

"He is outside, where you left him," Martin answered, afraid of the enraged Nord standing before him.

"Please bring him to me," Eric said through his heavy panting. Martin returned a few moments later with the terrified blacksmith.

"Where is the Amulet?" Eric demanded.

"Jauffre hid it in the hidden room," the blacksmith said." That cupboard is the door." Eric walked to the cupboard. He entered the room and searched everything. He didn't find the amulet.

"One of them must have made off with it before we got here," Eric said.

"Jauffre told me to give you this," the blacksmith said as he handed him a sealed letter. It said:

If you have Martin with you, take him to Cloud Ruler Temple. It is northwest of Bruma. If you can, get him there as quickly as possible.

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