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 X

Eric entered the door of the vast library in the university; from his knowledge, this room was called the Mystic Archives. Once again, the same wizards that strode about looked at Eric with disgust. He walked to the main desk of the library and saw Tar-Meena up to her neck in parchment; she didn’t even look up at him as he stood there.

“Tar-Meena, I have all four copies of the Commentaries,” Eric said. She glanced up and gave him a questioning look as to ask where the books were. Eric caught this glance and handed her the books.

“Well, I never thought to have seen all four copies of the Commentaries. Anyway, from what I’ve read, the code has something to do with the first words of each paragraph.” She said in that raspy Argonian voice. Eric asked her to see the first copy. He wrote the first word in each paragraph straight down on a piece of parchment, in this manner.

Greetings Reader Enter Every Night

Enter My Palace Endlessly Roaring Offering Red-Drink

Eric was confused; he didn’t understand what the words were saying. To him it was just a bunch of rubbish.

“Put the first letters of the words together and see what you get,” Tar-Meena said. Eric put the letters together: Green Emperor. Eric then understood.

He continued putting the letters together in the order they came and he got the secret message.

GREEN EMPEROR WAY WHERE TOWER TOUCHES MIDDAY SUN. Eric told Tar-Meena he would return for the books later; he took his parchment and set off for the Imperial City Palace.

When he arrived, Eric walked among the old, decrepit tombstones and he noticed a mausoleum with an odd carving on it; Eric knew the mausoleum would tell him where to find what he had been looking for. It wasn’t quite noon yet, so Eric decided to go back to where he left Baurus.

He got to the bedroll behind the thick, green bushes. Baurus was lying there, asleep. Eric woke him.

“W… what? Who’s there?” Baurus groggily asked, the color to his face had come back.

“It’s me, Eric,” Eric answered. He reached into his pack and pulled out some food. “Here, I bought you some fruit and a few bottles of ale.” Eric laid the food and alcohol next to the bedroll.

“Thanks, Eric,” Baurus tried to lean up just a little, but he couldn’t summon the strength to do so and he fell back to the ground. Eric propped his body against the wall.

“There you go,” Eric said. “What exactly are we looking for?”

“We are trying to find the sanctuary of the Mythic Dusk. The books you have should have some sort of code as to where you can find them,” He said. Eric nodded and said that he had already found the location of a carving on an old mausoleum. He said the books said something about the midday sun and it touching the tower.

“You should hurry and get down there. It is almost noon,” Baurus said. Eric left the hidden alcove and sprinted all the way to the mausoleum.

As soon as he arrived, the carving had a strange green glow. A large green ‘X’ appeared above Lake Canulus. Eric marked the location on his map and ran back to Baurus.

“Baurus! I have marked the location of the sanctuary on my map. Give me your hand; I’m going to take you to an inn.” Eric helped him up and carried him to the nearest inn. He told the innkeeper to give Baurus a room where no one could find him.

“Take this,” Eric handed Baurus a sack of gold; it had about a hundred coins in it. “This should allow you to stay here for at least a week and a half.”

Eric left the inn and continued on his way to Lake Canulus…