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 VII

“Now that you have accepted my offer and swore the oath to protect the emperor, I will now give you your new blade. The armory is in the east wing of the temple, take the armor down there as well,” the captain said as he and Eric entered the temple. Eric and Steffan sat down at a table and began eating. Martin was outside, standing on the battlements of the beautiful temple, looking out onto the horizon.

“What are we going to do now?” Eric questioned, biting off a piece of steaming pork.

“Well, first off we have to get the Amulet back,” Steffan answered after taking a bottle of wine out of the cupboard.

“How, though?”

“I don’t know.” Eric and Steffan spoke with one another for several hours concerning the empire and other important political problems going on throughout the provinces.

The next day, Eric went to get his armor and Steffan was in the armory as well, polishing his armor.

“Good morning, Eric,” Captain Steffan said. “I need you to go to the Imperial City. It seems Baurus is doing some research on whom those assassins are.”

“Yes sir! Where is he located?” Eric inquired.

“Luther Broad’ Boarding House in the Elven Gardens District,” Steffan answered.

“I’ll be down there shortly, captain.” Eric left the temple after breakfast.

In the Imperial City, Eric went to the Elven Gardens District and entered the boarding house. He saw Baurus sitting at the bar. Eric sat down as well and ordered a small mug of beer.

“Don’t say anything to me,” Baurus whispered. “You see that man sitting behind me?” Eric looked over at the man in the chair, who appeared absolutely harmless. “I am going to get up and enter the cellar. When he gets up, follow him.” Baurus got up and made his way to the cellar. Then, the man went to the cellar door and Eric pretended to get up and leave. Eric turned around and followed him. The man was creeping up on Baurus and at that moment Eric pulled his blade out. The man stopped, frozen with fear, and turned his head towards Eric. He gave a little chuckle and Eric swung his blade. The man’s head rolled across the floor, leaving a pool of warm blood in its wake.

Baurus looked at Eric, “Thanks.” He said.

“We have the emperor, but we lost the Amulet.” Eric said. “And your grandmaster has gone to Aetherius.” It was dark and Eric couldn’t see the expression on Baurus’s face, but he could hear the gloominess in his voice.

“He was a good leader, he will be missed,” Baurus responded. “But the other news, that is great.”

“So far, the information I have gathered is that the assassins are part of a Daedric cult known as the Mythic Dusk. They worship, of course, the daedric lord Mehrunes Dagon. Check that man’s pack; he might have something we could use to further our investigation.” Eric leaned down and rummaged through the man’s satchel, he found a large book with a blue cover. The title of the book was Mankar Camoran’s Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxes. He showed it to Baurus.

“Take that book to the Arcane University, speak with Tar-Meena, she’ll be able to explain what it is.” Baurus said. He left the cellar and Eric went to the Arcane University.