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 XIII

Eric awoke from his dream; the sun was rising and he realized that he had been there all night, lying in the snow. He was very glad of his Nordic roots, how they allowed him to withstand even the coldest of temperatures. He stumbled up from the frozen ground and checked the area around him.

He found one of the women and the other was near the walls of Bruma. He knew that woman wouldn’t have made it into the city. He checked her body and found a key; he also found a note. Its contents were as follows:

Hello Jaedal,

You have done well in giving us the information we need. I shall see to it that you are rewarded properly. Now that we know the location of the place that Martin Septim calls home, we can launch an attack on them and kill the emperor like the rat he is!

Also, you should be wary of the Nordic warrior that is said to be in cohorts Martin himself. He is not someone to be trifled with; I witnessed the slaughter of our brethren in our holy sanctuary. I was glad he had not seen me in the shadows, for I would not have written this letter.

Dusk is coming.

Ruma Camoran

Eric was shocked to have seen this; he immediately climbed back up the slope to the temple. Eric darted up the steps and showed the note to Steffan. He walked up to one of the Blades and told him to shut the gates.

“Now, we must get our defenses up and find a way to retrieve the Amulet of Kings back. We will not allow exit or entry of the temple for at least a couple of weeks,” Steffan said. The man closed the gates and moved a great steel bar in the lock holders. Eric went inside went to speak to Martin. He asked him how his progress was on the Xarxes.

“I have deciphered the first part of the ritual. It said something about the blood of the Daedra. I need a Daedric artifact; one of great power,” Martin answered. Eric knew just the place to go; He would go to the Daedric lord, Sanguine. He told Martin that he could not leave the premises until the attack scare had subsided.

“I hope we do not have to wait too long,” Martin said. And with that, Martin got up from his usual table and went to his private quarters with Baurus in tow.

Eric went about his duties for a few days and the attack scare had been deemed gone. Eric left the temple and went on his way to the shrine of Sanguine. It was somewhat southwest of Chorrol.

He arrived at the shrine at eight o’ clock. He stepped up to the shrine and asked for his favor. Sanguine spoke to him and said that he wanted to see you down his strongest brew of beer. Eric accepted the challenge.

Suddenly a large flagon of beer appeared on the table in a puff of smoke. Eric grabbed the mug and put it to his lips. Sanguine’s followers were chanting something in an odd language. Eric had the feeling they were cheering him on; he downed the flagon of beer in one fell swoop. He began to feel very woozy; he heard Sanguine laughing in his head.

Eric sat down and vomited; a few hours later, his head began to clear and Sanguine came back to his head.

“Congratulations, my friend! You have proven yourself quite worthy! I shall now grant you my most famous possession.” In a matter of seconds a beautifully crafted staff appeared in front of the statue of Sanguine. “Sanguine Rose!” Eric thanked the Daedric lord and left the small clearing.

He then made his way back to the temple with the staff in hand…