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 IX

Eric was in the boarding house, sitting at the bar. He wondered whether the innkeeper at the tavern knew what had happened last night. Baurus had yet to arrive, Eric was sitting there brooding.

Then, Baurus walked in the boarding house. Eric put down his wine and looked up from the table.

“Baurus, I found some information. Here take a look at the note a wood elf gave me,” Eric handed him the note. When Baurus was done reading it, he had sly grin on his face.

“I know where the location is to the meeting place for the last book,” Baurus was beaming; Eric thought he was going mad.

“Follow me,” Baurus said. They went down into the Elven Gardens sewers, Eric got a whiff of the smell down there and he almost gagged. There were dead rats everywhere, decomposing and smelling horrible.

“You’ll get used to it,” Baurus said. They went west, then east, then north. Then finally, they were upon a large metal gate.

“Look, I’ll go through this gate. The stairs up there lead to the flood bridge above the room. If a fight breaks out, I want you to have my back,” Baurus said.

“Okay,” Eric replied. Baurus looked at him, and shook Eric’s hand.

“Eric, I want you to know that if anything happens and I end up dead, I want you to know that I am grateful to have worked with you.” Eric had always liked Baurus, as soon as he met him in the Imperial City Prison. Baurus went through the gate and Eric went up the stairs. Baurus sat down at the table in the room. A Dark Elf entered, he wore the same gray robes as the rest of those assassins.

“Hello, associate. You have done well in finding the first three books; we know it was quite costly. Now, you must find our sanctuary,” the man said, he pulled the last copy of the Commentaries out of his pouch, then he stopped, shoved book back in his pack, and said, “Wait, you’re the man one of our agents was sent to…” he was interrupted.

“NOW, ERIC!” Baurus yelled. Eric leapt off the flood bridge and lopped the Dunmer’s head off. Two men came rushing through the gate, wearing odd looking armor. Baurus joined in this fight.

A few moments later, the battle was over. Baurus was injured; he had a deep wound in his abdomen. Eric had to carry him to a healer. The healer worked for several hours, delicately moving his hands around in strange patterns. He liked this type of mage, one who actually helps someone. He brought Baurus back into the room, he was wincing in pain.

“I could only repair part of the wound. Keep bandages over it until it heals,” the healer said. After they left the healer’s house, Eric took Baurus behind the thick bushes he slept behind one night. Baurus was looking rather pale.

“You stay here, Baurus. I will return soon with some food and supplies for you,” Eric said. He had great respect for Baurus, and Baurus had great respect for Eric because he saved his life.

Eric went to the waterfront district and stood out on the coast. He watched the sunset and thought about his days in Skyrim, roaming about in the cold mountains. He pretended he was the chieftain of a settlement, but in all actuality, he was really just the chieftain of a snow fort. He laughed at how ignorant he was as a child, all he knew how to do was mine coal; not run a village.

Eric then made his way back to the Arcane University, a place he deemed the most hateful of all. Mages are judgmental and think of nothing else but themselves, he thought to himself.