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 VI

Eric and Martin were traveling up the Silver Road, almost to their destination. It was eight o' clock when they arrived in Bruma. Eric decided to rent a couple rooms at a tavern.

"You never got around to telling me your name," Martin said.

"Oh, my name's Eric Snowmane," Eric replied. He ordered a large bottle of wine and took several big gulps, emptying it. Martin noticed something different about this Nord.

"You are much more different than I thought you were," Martin said."I've been told that your people are raging savages, and that they drink a lot and worship beasts."

"My parents didn't believe in the worshipping animals and picking fights and other things like that," Eric replied." They taught me to believe that the Nine are my guides and that hard work will make me prosperous."

"You should get some rest, we will need to be up early tomorrow," Eric said. Martin went up to his room. Eric stayed up well into the night, it was about three when he went to bed.

KNOCK! KNOCK!"Martin, it's time to go. Get your things together and meet me downstairs." Eric said. Martin was downstairs a few moments later. Eric handed him a piece of jerky."Here's your breakfast, it's not much but it's all I have in my pack."

Eric payed the tab and he and Martin left the dimly lit tavern. They went through the north gate and Eric looked up into the mountains. In the foggy distance, he saw a fortress.

"Martin, do you see that in the mountains?" Eric pointed at the fortress.

"Yes, is that Cloud Ruler Temple?" Martin asked.

"That's what I'm assuming," Eric answered. They walked up the path to the grand fort.

They arrived at the fort at noon. Eric saw a gargantuan door and he went to knock.

"Hello, I am Eric Snowmane!" Eric shouted." I have arrived with the last heir to the throne, Martin Septim!" The door opened and a man wearing the same armor that the old emperor's guards wore walked up to them.

"Is this really Martin Septim? Where's Grandmaster Jauffre?" the man asked.

"Yes it is. But your grandmaster was murdered by the assassins that killed Emperor Uriel," Eric said with a melancholy tone. The man looked at him as though he were crazy.

"Grandmaster Jauffre? Dead?" The man looked as if he were about to cry, but he quickly switched back to normal."Come! Follow me."

Eric and Martin followed the man up a steep set of steps. When they reached the top the man told them to wait there while he gathered the soldiers that dithered about. Soon the entire courtyard was full of the soldiers with the ornately decorated armor.

"Men! The man you see before you is our new emperor, Martin Septim!" the man shouted jubilantly, Eric still detected a hint of sadness in his voice."Let us give him a warm welcome!" Eric then realized that the man speaking was the captain.

"Hail, Martin Septim! Hail!" The soldiers shouted in unison. Then Martin began to speak.

"Thank you for the hospitality. I am new to this 'emperor' business. But I am not new to the dangers our cities face, I was at the siege of Kvatch. All of that death and destruction was an attempt to eliminate me. If it were not for my friend, Eric Snowmane, I would not be standing here. We must find the Amulet of Kings, so we... I can relight the Dragonfires. Once again, I thank you." And with the end of that moving speech, the soldiers dispersed and returned to their posts and normal duties.

"You truly are an emperor. I have never heard anyone speak so charismatically," Eric said.

"Thank you, Eric," Martin replied. The captain approached Eric.

"You have done a great deed, bringing Emperor Septim here," he said."Because of that, I would offer you a chance to join our order, the Blades."

Eric, flattered, answered thusly,"I accept, but one question. What are my duties as a Blade?"

"You must protect and serve the emperor in any way you can," the captain replied, very happy with Eric's choice.

"I swear by the Nine, that I will protect Emperor Martin Septim until my dying breath." Eric said with a loud boom.