Castle Ravenmist, A Psychological Thriller Story Options

[Zalphon]

Prologue

Thirty-Three years before the Oblivion Crisis

The biting cold of Skyrim was like fire. Lord Alu'Kar punched his servant for taking so long to bring him some Flin. All the servants of Castle Ravenmist were Dunmer. Lord Alu'Kar had long, ebon hair that fell to his shoulder blades. His skin was ashen gray and his eyes were blood red. He wore black boots, black pants, a black shirt, black gloves, and a black cloak.

His consort walked up to him. She had fiery red hair, light gray skin, and crimson eyes. Alu'Kar gently kissed her lips and whispered, "Go to bed, tend Zalphon, I'll be to bed in an hour." He sat at the hearth, staring into the dancing embers and growing flame. He sipped his Flin.

He walked out and mounted his Magical Steed. He was riding to Icewind Village, to collect his investments. Suddenly he was knocked off his horse. He was stunned and laid on the ground. Walking up to him was a person in black robes, a black hood, and a black scarf. The only part of his body that could be seen was the bridge of his gray nose and his scarlet eyes. "You've lived like a lord for many years, Alu'Kar," The Dark-Clad Dunmer whispered. "You've been cruel to your servants..."

Alu'Kar was freezing in the snow. "Th-They're servants, a step above slaves," He retorted. "Now what do you want, money, power, Skooma?" His voice confident, but he stuttered due to his shivering in the freezing cold of the snow of Skyrim.

The Dunmer said with his raspy voice, "You to feel their agony." He rest his hand on the chest of Lord Alu'Kar and muttered under his breath. Alu'Kar's vision faded to blackness. He was unconscious...

[Zalphon]

In the game...no. In the story...yes. This is ten years before Oblivion, so maybe he sealed them off and buried all evidence of them when the Imperials came snooping around about his slavery.