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 XXI

The stone path that Eric was walking down was intricately carved with Daedric runes and so were the arches he strode through. Eric looked around and saw the surprisingly peaceful men and women from the Mythic Dusk. The natural beauty of the Paradise was beyond anything he had ever seen; it relaxed him in a way. But he quickly snapped back to reality.

Eric came upon a giant statue, over seventy feet high, of Mehrunes Dagon. He had four arms, a great battle axe rested in one and three claws protruding from another. Eric turned away from the sculpture before Mehrunes’ corrupting ways entered his soul.

He was ten yards away from a cove with the markings of the Daedra on it, when a Dremora sauntered over in his direction. Eric’s hand shot to the hilt of his katana, heart racing.

“You are the one my brothers spoke of. They said you were the one that destroyed our gate of doom at Ganonah,” he said. Eric eased his hand off of the hilt and put his arm down by his side. He was still a bit tense. “My name is Kathutet and you would think that speaking to our most hated enemy would bring me punishment. But no, it would bring me great honor if you performed a service. If you complete this task, I will give you the Bands of the Chosen, which will get you into the Forbidden Grotto; that door behind me. If you refuse, I will kill you.”

Eric thought about the proposition and said, “No, I won’t do a service for a foe. I choose to fight.” Kathutet merely laughed and shook his head.

“You will regret that mortal.” He pulled the Daedric long sword from its sheath and rushed over to Eric. He had just enough time to pull the katana from his belt.

Kathutet’s sword whistled past Eric’s head as he jumped to the left. Eric spun and hit Kathutet with the flat of his blade. Their blades collided, Eric leaned forward; Kathutet was about to lose his footing but he twisted out from under Eric’s sword. Eric shot his shield in front of him as another attack hit him. Kathutet kicked dirt into the air; Eric closed his eyes to keep himself from being blinded by such a dirty move. Eric flailed his blade around in an attempt to hit Kathutet. But Kathutet was behind him; he knocked him to the ground. Eric rolled over on his back. “I believe it’s time for you to die. Also, I think you should know that I slaughtered your friend, the Redguard,” he said. Eric’s blood boiled; he rolled from the ground and thrusted his sword into the leg of Kathutet. He shouted in agony and fell to the ground. He pulled his blade from his leg and put the sword on the Dremora’s neck; he gave it a great pull. Blood spurted from the wound. Eric stood and wiped a tear from his face. He had a small amount of happiness knowing that he had avenged his friend’s death.

Eric took the Bands of the Chosen from Kathutet’s bleeding body and put them on. He felt them lock into place and a feeling washed over him. He entered the Forbidden Grotto.

Inside, the grotto was very hot. He walked further down the cave’s hall and noticed he was inside a volcanic cave. Screams could be heard from all over; they were being carried by the warm air that flowed throughout the cavern. Eric felt pity for them, even though they killed the emperor. He snuck about the dark, fiery cavern until he came upon an Altmer wearing grey robes. He made a gesture to say that he was no enemy and began to speak.

“You are not one of the Chosen. What are you doing here?” He asked with a strange look.

“I am here to kill your master,” he said with disgust. His hatred for Mankar Camoran ran deep into his blood; along with Mehrunes Dagon. The Altmer’s face changed immediately after hearing those words; his face lit up with pure enjoyment.

“You can, really? If you want, I can help you get past those Dremora in the next room,” he said happily. Eric nodded and the Altmer began to walk to the next room; he turned and whispered, “Jump across that gap there.” He pointed to a deep and wide crack in the floor; it was filled with molten lava. He had no choice.

He ran and pushed himself into the air, but he could not make it. He grasped for the ledge and held on for dear life. He pulled with all of his strength and managed to hoist himself up and over the ledge to safety. He heard fighting in the room behind him; the Altmer was fighting the Dremora in there and doing a good job of it. Until, everything went quiet and a Dremora yelled.

He entered the next room and snuck past the lumbering daedroths. He pulled his dagger from his boot and shoved it into an assassin’s back. He fell with a heavy thud; Eric dragged him into the darkness. He continued on his way.

He ran into the same Altmer. He was flabbergasted that he was alive. The Altmer caught his expression and told him, “I used the master’s gift of eternal life to my advantage. Ha!” Eric understood. “Let me get those bands off of your wrists.” He waved his hand across the bands and they fell from Eric’s wrists. They exited the Forbidden Grotto and into the beauty of Camoran’s Paradise.

They sprinted up the slope and saw a grand palace, sitting on a rise in the hill. It overlooked the entire Paradise. Then they saw Mankar walking into the palace.

They bounded after him. When they were inside the stunning palace great hall, Mankar was sitting on his throne; the Amulet of Kings around his neck, taunting Eric to go and snatch it from him.

“I knew you would find a way to this place, Eric. Soon, Dagon will step onto the verdant soil of Tamriel and crush those who opposed him. The timid shall be cast down; the mighty shall tremble at his feet. If it is the Amulet you want, I shall burden you no longer. Come and take it!” He shouted. He pulled his staff from his back and pointed it at the Altmer.

Eric charged at Mankar with his sword drawn. He arced his sword back and swung. Mankar blocked the blow with his staff; it was surprisingly strong. Then again, it was infused with great power; Eric could feel it pulsing through his blade. Mankar waved his hand and the spell he cast threw Eric into the wall. He was dizzy from the impact; he scrambled back to his feet and he wobbled to Mankar once more. The Altmer was behind the throne. Eric scoffed at his cowardice, until he noticed what he was doing. The Altmer ran up behind Mankar and dug his dagger into Mankar’s thick skull. He dropped his staff and fell to the floor. The Altmer grabbed the Amulet and handed it to Eric. The Altmer’s final words were, “Good luck, friend. Send Dagon back to Oblivion.” He fell dead and the Paradise crumbled down around him. Everything went black…