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 XIV

Eric was riding through the wilderness, thinking of all the things that have happened in the past few weeks; from him escaping the Imperial Prison to closing an Oblivion gate. He thought of how his mother and father would feel for their only son. He knew they would have been proud of him.

Eric rode on the back of Caballus up the steps of Cloud Ruler Temple. He saw Steffan and Martin standing at the top. Martin glanced down at the staff Eric held in his hand and looked back up at him.

“Here you go, Martin,” Eric said with pride. Martin took the staff and asked what it was.

“It is a Daedric artifact by the name of Sanguine Rose,” He answered back. Martin’s eyes got big as he stared at it. His facial expression seemed to say that he thought he’d never have seen the staff again. Martin thanked him and returned to his table in the great hall. Eric sat down as well and Martin began to speak again. “I once held this staff in my possession; I’d have never thought to see it again. It’s a shame that this will be destroyed in the ritual.”

Eric went outside to tend to Caballus and he overheard Steffan and Baurus arguing yet again. Eric wondered why Baurus and Steffan could not get along with one another.

“Don’t you think you should let the other men guard Martin?” Steffan asked.

“No, sir. I let Uriel die and I’m not letting the same thing happen to Martin!” Baurus shot back. The argument was getting heated, they were getting louder and louder until Cyrus and Baragon had to keep them from killing each other. Baurus walked off towards Bruma. Steffan tightened his sword belt and went into the great hall.

Eric went out to the battlements and looked up into the mountains. He knew Baurus would not be back again today. He noticed such a downfall in Baurus’ behavior ever since he told him about Jauffre’s passing away to Aetherius. If Jauffre were here, he could have kept him in line. Then again, Steffan doesn’t have that great of a behavior either.

These men are great at what they do. It’s just that under extreme pressure, the stress gets to them and they crack. That’s what caused the whole problem with Steffan and Baurus. Yes, that’s got to be reason for it. Eric thought to himself.

Eric decided he would go into the mountains and sit in the peaceful quietness they offered him. He rode up a craggy mountain path and he found a hot spring; he knew this would be his place of thinking from then on, where no one could bother him. The hot spring was surrounded by a mountain wall. He placed his armor on the ground and stepped into the spring. He immediately felt relaxed. After what felt like hours, Eric put his armor back on and headed back to the Temple.

Every few days, Eric would return to the hot spring with wood and he would make tables and chairs. He eventually had a great little hideaway from the world, where he could forget all his worries and read books or write his own literature; which was very odd for a Nord. If something happened to where the temple was not considered a safe place for the emperor to stay, Eric would bring Martin here to resume his studying of the Mysterium Xarxes.

Eric was sitting in the great hall, when Martin walked up to him. He told him of his deciphering of the second part of the Xarxes. Martin told Eric about needing the blood of a divine and that since the Divines do not manifest themselves on Nirn, they would not be able to finish the ritual.

“Unless… Now I remember! Tiber Septim became a divine after his death; his armor is in an old city named Sancre Tor, a pilgrimage site for Blades. I found this key in Jauffre’s quarters,” Martin said. Eric took the key and asked him where it was. Martin told him that it was far west from the temple. Eric bode Martin farewell and said he would return in a few days.

Eric mounted himself on the back of Caballus and made his way towards the old city of Sancre Tor…