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 XX

Eric sped to the right and busted through a tower door. It was dark inside, but he decided not to light his torch. You would think the realm of Dagon to be very hot, but that was not the case; Eric was cold because of the fear of dying and that giant castle crawling its way to the outside world. If he did not hurry, the entire continent of Tamriel or planet of Nirn would become a charred battleground of destruction for the rest of eternity.

Eric told himself that he didn’t have enough time to fight, so he hid every time a Dremora came clunking down the hallway. They are the dumbest creatures I’ve ever met, Eric thought to himself. But as time passed, Eric realized he was wasting precious time trying to remain hidden from the vile men rushing past in a frenzy with their swords drawn.

He ran up the tower and threw several large Dremora to the surprisingly cool floor. They jumped from their backs and pursued Eric deeper into the monstrous tower. His heart was racing, both from running and the fear of the Dremora catching up to him.

He felt as though he had been running for ages, until he reached the top of the Sigil tower. He strained his arms to open the doors into the final room to the Sigil Stone, hoping he would get it pried open before the Daedric soldiers caught up with him. He heard them clunk past in the hall behind him. He gave a great sigh of relief, glad he would not die today. The door was reluctant to open, but Eric managed to squeeze through the door and reach the Great Sigil Stone.

He grabbed the stone and he felt a wind behind him. He spun around on his heels to see one of the very large Dremora glaring into his eyes. Eric chuckled and ran from the platform as the tower made a screeching noise. The Dremora was yelling, he was stuck in place by some invisible force. Eric figured he was stuck like that was because the Dremora’s world was crumbling down around him.

Outside, the giant castle was slowing to a stop. The many towers around him were falling into the hot magma and dust was flung into the air, making Eric choke. He pushed himself through the sulfuric air and dove through the portal. The blackened stones of the portal’s doorframe fell from the air and hit the ground.

The soldiers were still fighting off the remaining Dremora; Eric decided to help. He slaughtered a few of the Dremora and the cities’ soldiers finished the job.

Eric saw Baurus lying on the ground with twenty arrows piercing his body; one hit him right between the eyes. Eric fell to his knees and tears rolled down his cheeks. So far, all of Eric’s friends were dead, except for Martin, who was standing there. Tears were pouring from his face as well.

“Dammit, Baurus! Why did you have to die on me? You have been a loyal friend and I will continue this fight for you. You may have had altercations with the other guards, but you respected me. And that is more than enough,” Eric sobbed at the now lifeless body of Baurus. He had never cried over anyone before, but this was different; this side of him had just recently came out. He felt like Martin, who had witnessed thousands of deaths, including his friends. Martin knelt and said a prayer over Baurus.

“He was a great soldier and a wonderful companion, Eric. May he forever rest in peace,” Martin said sadly. He pulled his helmet from his head and put it under his arm. The rest of the Blades bowed their heads in silent prayer. Eric stood and wiped the tears from his face. The soldiers were staring at him. “What?! Have you ever seen a battle hardened Nord cry before? Quit staring at me or I’ll rip your damn limbs off,” he shouted. “I’m sorry, you all. You can return back to your cities, now.”

He and Martin rode their horses back to the secret mountain alcove to further discuss their plans on eliminating Mankar Camoran, the honoured user who caused all of this.

“Here is your stone, Martin,” Eric said. The tears that were released back on the battlefield had been building up since the death of Jauffre; he felt better to have done what he did.

“Thank you. I now have all the components to open the portal to Camoran’s Paradise. When you are ready, I shall proceed with the ritual.” Eric nodded and Martin drew a large triangle upon the floor of the alcove. He then waved his hands and the essences of the Daedric artifact, Talos’ armor, the Great Welkynd Stone, and the Great Sigil Stone combined forming a beautiful sphere of red and white. It touched the ground and a fiery portal opened.

“You must enter it now! We have only one chance at this!” Martin shouted over the whining of the portal. Eric stepped through the doorway into Camoran’s Paradise.

Eric was standing inside Mankar Camoran’s Paradise.I think it’s time to pay this honoured user a visit, Eric thought to himself. And he walked down the cobble stone path…