Cyrodiil Options

[Alexander]

Ok, so for the unavoidable introduction babble, as most of you know I was rather pleased with Morrowind. I thought it was far better then the dribble I wrote prior to that, and most people seemed to agree with me. After I finished Morrowind I already had an idea for a sequel, I actually wrote the very first chapter of said sequel while I was posting up parts of Morrowind. Unfortunately though, after that first chapter I kind of lost interest. I didn’t think the ideas I had back then were enough to weave an entire story together, and I was probably right.

But as these things have a habit of developing themselves, over the past months I kept thinking back to the sequel, and kept adding ideas to the pile I already had. Now it’s done. I once again enjoyed writing this, and I hope you’ll have similar fun reading it.

As I’ve explained in the past, I’m not very good at making up things like titles, Akatosh knows it took me about as long to come up with the various titles of the chapters as it did to write the entire thing, so I’ve named the story “Cyrodiil” (catchy wot? )

Before I end my babbling and get on with posting the story, I once again would like to thank Treydog for agreeing to help with my story as editor, and for fixing the many, many, many grammatical and spelling errors, and placing every comma, semicolon and whatchamacallit in the correct place. And thanks to everyone who ever read Morrowind, and commented. I really enjoy the comments.


Now, while you don’t have to have read Morrowind, I believe in order to get the most out of Cyrodiil, it would be recommended.


So, enough babbling and on to Cyrodiil.

[Alexander]

At an unseen sign there came a lull in the battle as the Argonians withdrew a bit to confer with their leader. Ocato estimated their losses had been as high as 40%; he also knew, looking at the few Redoran warriors that remained, none of them unhurt, that it would not be enough. They had held bravely, but at the next attack he knew they would surely be swarmed under.

A flash caught his attention, and when the flash vanished, two Redoran troops he could have sworn were not there before were standing. Another flash and this time three Redoran appeared. Several more flashes and even more Redoran appeared; these were mounted even. Ocato turned to Balen who, with a bloody grin, explained; “The man I sent back carried a bag of recall amulets all linked with this,” he held up his hand showing a sparkling ring. “A gift from Lord Nerevar to our Archmaster. They prove invaluable for just such an occasion, and need no mages to set or cast a spell.”

All around him now, more and more men, both mounted and dismounted, appeared. Balen started shouting again, and everyone who was there quickly formed a battle line, not a defensive circle this time, but shaped like an arrow. “Get Ready…. Charge!”

The Redoran attacked the Argonians with full force, and within minutes it became clear the Argonians were greatly outmatched by this Redoran force of equal numbers. First one, then a second, turned and rode away, then all the remaining Argonians were riding fast and as far away as possible.

The Redoran chased them a short way, but quickly came back realizing the important task was keeping the Emperor safe, rather than killing all the Argonians.

The backup Redoran had also thought to bring as many restore health potions as they could, so that every Redoran who still lived was soon back on his feet.

“I must admit Chancellor, when we left Kragenmoor, I arranged for a larger force of warriors to stand ready just over the border into Morrowind, you know, just to be safe.”

“A wise precaution, Lord Balen. I can only assume the messenger I sent ahead out from Mournhold was intercepted by the Argonians, or whomever they’re working for.”

“Have you any idea for whom they’re working, Chancellor?”

“I have some idea, but no proof yet unfortunately.”

“That may be about to change; my men have found one Argonian still alive. From his markings he was second in command. He should be able to answer a few questions.”

“Thank you Lord Balen, and I hate to ask this, but it seems unlikely that we’ll get that escort, nor am I sure I entirely trust them even should they come.”

“No need to ask Chancellor; I promised Lord Nerevar to aid you in whatever way I could, even if that means besieging the Imperial Palace. My men and I are at your disposal until you tell me otherwise.”

“Thank you. I suggest we ride to Cheydinhal first, drop off our prisoner and add some of the Count’s men to our escort, and then ride on. I have a feeling we’re going to need all the men we can get before long. Actually, you might know the Count of Cheydinhal; he’s a Dunmer like yourself, and was once a nobleman in Morrowind, as well, I hear.”

“Yes, a Hlaalu. But then nobody’s perfect, right?