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 XI

Before Eric left the Imperial City, he stopped at the stables to purchase himself a horse. He bought a magnificent, white steed. He named it Caballus, after his grandfather. He mounted the horse and made his way towards the lake.

The trip was long and arduous, even with a grand stallion like Caballus. He had to traverse deep into the Valus Mountains. When he rode up to the cavern entrance, Eric could sense the evil brewing within that place.

He entered the cave, and came face to face with a man wearing those damned grey robes. Eric had to force himself not to run him through with his blade. The man’s breath was a stench you could not imagine. It smelled as though he drinks from a cesspit.

“Dusk has arrived, brother,” the man said.

“Welcome the new night,” Eric answered. The man opened the door into the next room and Eric stepped inside. There, he ran into another man, he was Dunmer. Eric began to wonder if all of the fanatics were elves. The man asked Eric to give all of his belongings to him. Eric removed all of his equipment and gave it to him.

“Good, now I want you to wear this,” the Dunmer man handed Eric a set of grey robes. He was bubbling with so much anger, that he snapped the man’s neck with a sickening crack. Eric dragged the body into the darkness, hoping no one had heard the sound of a neck being broken. He took back his equipment and put the robes on over his armor. He managed to infiltrate the shrine area and he saw someone wearing bright green robes. Eric walked a little further as to hear what he was saying.

“Brothers and Sisters, the time of cleansing draws nigh. I have the Amulet of Kings and the last heir to the Septim throne will not relight the Dragonfires as long as I draw breath,” he paused. The acolytes all chanted ‘All hail Lord Dagon, praise be’. Eric drew the conclusion that the speaker was Mankar Camoran, the Altmer leader of the cult. Eric was standing there, thinking of how the words spoke out of Mankar’s mouth were nothing but lies and deceit.

“We, as the children of Dagon, must open the gates of Oblivion and unleash the ultimate punishment for dethroning Mehrunes Dagon. I now go to Paradise; I may see you in the coming of the dusk.” Mankar turned around and placed a small stone on the floor. A portal shot from the ground and emitted a great wave of heat. He stepped through the portal and disappeared.

A woman sauntered over to Eric. “You must be the new acolyte.” She said. Eric shook his head and she asked him to pick up the ceremonial dagger on the altar. He picked up the dagger, its hilt was decorated with sapphires and a large diamond was embedded into the flat of the blade.

“Now, you must cut the throat of one of our enemies and offer red-drink to Dagon,” she said. Eric asked her what he was.

“He is a priest in the Temple of the One.” The woman said with satisfaction. This angered Eric; they had gone too far in their attempts to take over Tamriel.

The acolytes were standing there, waiting on Eric to murder an innocent man. He could stand it for no longer and he took the ceremonial blade and dug it into the woman’s skull. Her eyes had the look of absolute shock; her body hit the ground with a deep thud. It took a moment for the event to register in the minds of the acolytes. They ran, screaming in fright, for they knew they had met the most talked about man in the sanctuary. Eric ripped the robes from his body and threw the tattered remains to the floor. He tore the chains off of the Argonian they prepared for the sacrifice and lifted him up onto his shoulders.

Then Eric saw a thick, black book lying on the altar. It had strange runes on it; Eric picked it up and threw it into his pack. Eric made his way through the sanctuary with his blade drawn, cutting down any who had the courage to come at him.

Eric bolted out of the door and propped the Argonian on the back of Caballus. Eric hopped onto the horse and made his way west, towards the Imperial City.

Eric arrived at about noon. He took the Argonian to the inn where Baurus was.

Baurus was eating his lunch, “Who the hell is that?” He had taken the bandages off.

“It’s a priest the Mythic Dusk wanted me to sacrifice to Mehrunes,” Eric answered. Eric laid him on the bed. Eric told Baurus to go with him to Cloud Ruler Temple. He also told Baurus to leave the bag of gold on the end table for the Argonian to use when he woke up.

They then made their way to Cloud Ruler Temple…