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]

After a strange sensation of weightlessness, Baurus found himself looking up at Cloud Ruler Temple. It looked as if they had arrived just in time.

A host of Bruma guards and Tsaesci were trying to break down the gates to the temple, using a large tree as a battering ram. None but a handful of Blades were atop the battlements and trying to rain down arrows on the attackers to throw them off their game plan. Why didn’t they just use a levitation spell to get on over the walls, Baurus thought? It’s not like it hasn’t been invented yet in Cyrodiil. right?

Relien was quick to assess the situation and sent his Telvanni forward onto the attackers.

Baurus had been present at many a battle, but most of them had been physical ones. He felt entirely powerless in this environment where magic was used like a soldier might use an arrow. Spells flew all around him. While he was not very knowledgeable in these matters, to Baurus it appeared the Tsaesci wizards were not to be trifled with. They seemed to be holding their ground against the might of the centuries-old Telvanni.

Relien so far hadn’t involved himself, instead choosing to stand next to Baurus and Varvur. Baurus wondered why but soon found out when a stray fireball came straight at him but fizzled against an unseen shield only a few feet from them. Even through the shield Baurus could feel the heat of the spell.

Slowly but surely though the Telvanni seemed to be gaining ground on the Tsaesci and their allies. Caught between two forces, the Tsaesci had a far more difficult time than their attackers.

Suddenly a loud voice could be heard over the battlefield, “Enough of this. You pitiful Dunmer, do you really think you can stop us?”

Baurus had no idea who or what was speaking, but surely the voice sounded like nothing he had ever heard before.

A shimmering could be seen right between the Tsaesci and Telvanni. The shimmering increased until it was ten feet high and many feet across. It seemed to pause and then, with a big bang, Baurus and likely everyone on the field was thrown down.

Looking up at shimmering place, Baurus saw a monstrous shape. Whatever it was, Baurus had never seen it’s like before in Tamriel. It looked like nothing so much as an overgrown white bear, with large tusks protruding from its mouth, angry black eyes and covered head to toe in thick white fur. At it’s back two large wings, as white as snow, could be seen.

It spoke in the same voice Baurus had heard moments before; “Hear my name and hear it well, for it shall be your doom. I am Manta’Na Dir-Kamal, king of the snow demons of Kamal.”

Spells were cast by the Telvanni wizards at the Snow Demon, but none of them had any effect. He brushed them aside as if brushing aside flies. And when the demon let loose a spell of its own, a number of Telvanni went flying.

Baurus had seen Relien move forward. At some unheard command, the Telvanni Wizards drew back from the Snow Demon while Relien kept moving forward.

The Demon finally spotted the lone figure moving forward and addressed him, “And who is this pitiful creature? Have you come to subject yourself to my rule, little man?”

In a quiet and determined voice that nonetheless could be heard all over the battlefield, the response came, “I am Relien Geles, the lord Nerevar reborn, Archmagister of the Great House Telvanni, and I bow to no one.”

He followed his words with a lightning strike that actually knocked the Demon a step back. With eyes filled with rage the Demon looked at Relien, and loosed his own spell but rather than throw down Relien as it had the other Telvanni earlier, it seemed Relien simply absorbed it.

“Are we through playing around now, Manta’Na?”