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 XVIII

Eric ran across an injured man along the gold road; he had on the finest fabrics only the best clothier could make. He clearly came from a family of great wealth. His leg was gashed and he was missing a finger. Eric thought the man obviously could not have defended himself. He picked him up and plainly asked what happened.

“I hired some men to protect me on the way to the Imperial City, but it turned out they were bandits or something,” the man said through coughs. Eric asked him what they were wearing and the man told him grey robes, but when they attacked him, strange armor and weapons appeared on their bodies. Eric had such a hatred for those damned men; he wanted to eradicate them all.

“They went south of here,” the man stuttered. The place where the man’s ring finger should have been was dripping blood along with the gash on his thigh. Eric handed the man some healing potions and told him to hide. As Eric walked away, the man poured the potion on his wounds and cackled. Eric spun around; the man’s hand was pointed at him. Eric cursed at himself. A spear of ice flew towards him; Eric pulled his sword from his belt and deflected the icy dart. It shattered into thousands of pieces before Eric. He wondered how the assassins had planned this attack.

Eric dodged and deflected everything the man was throwing at him as Eric moved towards him. The man summoned a sword from the depths of Oblivion itself and swung it at Eric. He wondered whether the rest of the assassins were waiting to lurch from the shadows and engulf upon Eric a volley of blows; Eric shook the thought from his head and continued on the fight against the lying honoured user in front of him.

“Hahaha! You are not as tough as my fellow comrades said you were!” He taunted happily. Eric wanted to wipe that dirty, smug look off of his face with a nice slice to the throat. The man lunged forward and cut Eric’s side through a tiny space in his armor. Eric countered the man’s next attack and threw his fist into his stomach. The man dropped the sword and fell to the cold, compacted dirt. Not moments after, the bound blade disappeared in a green cloud. The man was coughing up blood; Eric did not know his own strength it seemed.

“Damn, you! I… am the best… swordsman… alive! You… of all people… should not have… b… been able to… defeat me!” He uttered through coughs; a pool of blood was on the ground. Eric swung his sword in a perfect arc and the man’s head went rolling across the soil. He heard footsteps moving away into the forest, they got quieter and quieter until all was silent.

Eric grabbed Caballus’ reins and proceeded to the mountain hideaway.

Eric thought of what had occurred a little while ago. The man had an odd drive about him; usually, a man from the Mythic Dusk would run in terror from him or die trying. While he did do the latter, he did not do the former. This troubled Eric greatly; he believed that Mankar had a talk with that man before setting him off on his journey.

At the makeshift door, Eric spotted Baragon and Cyrus on their guarding duties. He entered and found Martin standing at the table. He was wearing the most ornately made armor he had ever seen. He was talking to Baurus in a hushed voice.
“Sir, you should not do this! It will likely lead to your death, excuse my tongue,” Baurus said. He had a worried look on his face. Martin was not fazed by what he had told him. He answered him calmly.

“But you, Baurus, do not understand. I am supposedly the emperor and it is well time I should start acting as one. This is the perfect time to show the people who is here to protect them in times of need. I can do that.”

“Yes, sir. Eric is here; let’s see what he thinks of your plan.” Eric walked up to him. Baurus was shaking his head.

“Eric, I have deciphered the last part of the Mysterium Xarxes. I should have seen this earlier. We need a Great Sigil stone, the counterpart to the Great Welkynd stone, and the only place we can get one is from a great gate itself. I have sent word of this to all of the cities; they agreed to send aid to Bruma. You will go in and take the Sigil stone. I will lead the attack on the gate,” Martin said. Eric knew this would be the last time he would see Martin if he led the attack.

“No, sire, I will lead the attack,” He said, but Martin would not hear of it any further.

"Go speak with Countess Carvain of Bruma and ask her when she will be willing to launch an attack on the gate." Martin said. He pulled his gauntlets on and put his helmet on his head.

“Oh, Martin, before I go, take this,” Eric handed him the Welkynd stone and left the mountain alcove. He got on Caballus and galloped to Bruma…