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]

Count Janus Hassildor, Count Corvus Umbranox and Lord Balen Sarethi were riding at the front of their combined forces heading straight for Kvatch. Balen and Janus had joined with Corvus earlier that day and now they were marching perhaps to their doom.

Kvatch was one of the most defensible cities in the province, built on top of a mountain with but a single steep road leading up to it; it was said a hundred men in Kvatch could hold an army at bay.

Still, all its defenses hadn’t stopped the city from being overrun in the early stages of the Oblivion crisis. Nor had they prevented its near complete ruin. Parts of the walls had crumbled before the Oblivion onslaught, and much of the inside of the city was reportedly damaged and still broken.

At the foot of the road leading up to Kvatch, the Counts and Lord Balen found the camp of former Kvatch residents. From them they were able to learn much of the weaknesses inside and outside the city.

Although the citizens first thought the force had merely come to investigate their complaints, that some of their messengers had been able to get through to either Skingrad of Anvil, they soon found out it was not so. They immediately volunteered to help take back the city from the Necromancers. After having just recently regained it from the Daedra, they weren’t about to let someone take it from them again.

Both counts and the lord Sarethi realized there would be no way to surprise the Necromancers with an attack. With Kvatch built as high as it was, it had a great view of the surrounding area; anyone on the walls would be able to see for many miles. But while they did not have the element of surprise with them, they also knew that attacking right away would both mean that the Necromancers occupying the city had as little time as possible to prepare, and that their leader Mannimarco would be otherwise occupied.

Without hesitating, the combined forces stormed up the hill and took positions behind the improvised walls that had been used during the Oblivion crisis. Little more than wooden planks and stone piled together, it was better than nothing.

No attack came though; it seemed that none of the Necromancers had had the bright idea to restore the city’s catapults. That was an oversight the forces attacking the city weren’t too upset about. Not too upset at all.

They moved in front of the wooden palisades, and after Count Hassildor had given the signal, charged the walls with a thundering roar of battle cries.