The Cover Up, A Sequel to my first fan-fic Options

[Lord Veneficus]

Yet another side project. Enjoy.

The Northern Champion

Cover Up Chapter One


It was a cover up, a scheme. The Elder Council wanted to make sure the Champion of Cyrodiil would have no enemies. They staged his death and had one of their men write a detailed book about what they wanted people to think happened. Only the Council knows that the Champion is in the newly rebuilt city of Kvatch, living in a beautiful manor hidden under Kvatch Castle.

The Elder Council has no idea what is about to come their way. Umaril the Unfeathered has returned and vowed his vengeance and Eric Snowmane will become a hero once more.

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Eric sat in his chair next to the fire place in his quarters, watching the flames lick the fine smelling cherry wood. The small end table next to his silken chair held a silver goblet engraved with the recently created Snowmane crest, a bottle of Tamika’s Wine, and a wooden mask padded with goose down and black velvet is sewn on the front and back; it covered his face fully and blocked view of his face from any angle. He disliked wearing the mask, but knew that if he did not wear it, the people of Kvatch would recognize him.

Only Savlian Matius, Kvatch Count, and the Elder Council knew where he actually was. Eric’s manor laid directly under the Count’s quarters, and was kept sealed by a magical lock that only the count and Eric knew how to open.

A sharp rap at his door shot through the soundless room, giving Eric’s muscles a quick tensing. He grabbed the mask and tied it onto his face, while the steady tattoo continued to move through the warm air. Eric stood, faced the door and stated loudly, “Please, enter.”

Savlian Matius strode into the room, a confident yet powerful aura emanated from his body. His white and black robes whipping around his ankles as he stopped abruptly in front of Eric. “Are you in the mood for a chat?” Savlian inquired. Savlian glanced around the room and saw a silver longsword propped against Eric’s chair, “I see you still have that blade I gave you. It’s nothing compared to that Akaviri katana, though.” Then, Savlian saw the katana hanging above the mantle.

Eric followed the ex-captain’s eyes, feeling a good bit of nostalgia as Savlian mentioned the silver longsword and his eyes held a long shine to them. “Yes, I remember that day. You were a bit of an boat, if I remember correctly. Haha!” Eric laughed, motioning for Savlian to have a seat. The ex-captain sat down, all the while chuckling.

“I was, but things change,” Savlian replied, his hand shot to the inside of his robes and a letter emerged from the within the folds. He wiped his eyes and gave Eric the letter, which was torn open; obviously to be read by the Count.

“What’s this?” Eric asked, suddenly becoming serious.

“Open it. It was sent to me, but I think you should read it, as well.”

Eric unfolded the sealed letter and began to read the smooth and curvy handwriting.

Savlian,

I think you should be aware of what’s happened here. One of my guards has found something disturbing in the chapel. He was on his night watch and entered the chapel to check on the priests and priestesses, but he found them all dead. One was lying inside the center altar. I am in tears now writing this letter.

A man who wishes to call himself The Prophet has been standing out in the garden, babbling on about the coming of some Umaril character. I’m advising you to keep your guards within the temple or the men and women of the Gods will face the same fate mine have.

I bid you farewell,

Millona Umbranox

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I'll be straight up with you, I don't like the "prologue" part or whatever. It's too forceful, and for those who haven't read the story, they have have clue what you're talking about. Not to mention it's been a long while anyway. Instead of feeding us with information, perhaps you should have posted the closing scene from the first story, and then maybe you could have had a "but smiling in their chambers, the council new the truth" kind of paragraph after that. You know what I mean?

In dialogue, I wouldn't really use expressions like "haha" and stuff like that. It's a bit awkward, and it just breaks the immersion, you know?

Okay, other than that this was a good read. No mistakes, the text was fluid, it was really good. As I assumed to be, your writing improves with his each story. Just take note of what I said, and you could probably do with longer chapters. This is probably your shortest yet, and you know I hate short readings.