Oblivion's Edge, An Elder Scrolls Fan-Fiction Options

[Zalphon]

Prologue

Five hundred years after the Oblivion Crisis...

Many years ago, the Champion of Cyrodiil stopped the daedra from invading. The hordes of infernal dremora and vicious daedroth. When he left Mankar Camaron's Paradise, people viewed him as a hero. However, he had become much darker.

He then went to the Shivering Isles in search of power. When he returned, any traces of humanity had left him. In his demented rage, he slaughtered the Blades, and began a crusade of crimes. However, an Argonian assassin stopped him.

After that, the Argonian and his Khajiiti companion came to the ruins of Morrowind to regain their thoughts. For after they killed the Champion, their long-lost Dunmeri friend arrived in a new-found body of a lich. They killed him and ever sense held a deep sense of remorse.

For some time they stayed in the blackened remnants of the Dunmeri homeland, but left. The despair that filled their hearts from seeing the remains of where they met their friend caused them to leave. They were never seen again.

There is rumor in the streets of the Imperial City of a daedric cult with the power to weaken, or even destroy the seal from our world and theirs. The Champion of Cyrodiil rose up before, I must rise up now. After the Mede empire fell, a daedra-worshipper conquered Tamriel.

When I was a squire, they taught me the skills of swordplay, ettiquette, archery, and restoration. Now I guess I'll have to put my skills to the test. I must walk in his footsteps, but I must remember the teachings of the Dunmer, the Argonian, and the Khajiit.

The time is near, I must stop time from repeating itself...

[Zalphon]

Chapter Twelve: The Champion of Nirn

As I reached the dungeon, I found Cleric of Arkay. He was a middle-aged man in ebony plate-mail. His gray hair was cut well and his nature was obviously nord by his size. "Come to take the test of Arkay?" he asked.

"Indeed, Great Cleric of Arkay," I responded.

Instantly a guillotine appeared and the cleric instructed me, "Put your head in the hole." Reluctantly, I did as commanded and the guillotine came slicing down. It stopped right above my neck, I could feel the blade touch the hairs on my neck.

"You passed, Arkay watch over you," the middle-aged nord stated.

With a nod, I left and went deeper in. This time it was to the Wine Cellar. The Cleric of Zenithar, a young, seductive Bosmer clothed in a white dress smiled. "Have you come to pass the test of Zenithar?"

"Indeed, Cleric."

An illusion of a peasant and a merchant appeared. The peasant was trying to sell his crops, the merchant wanted to buy them all for a tenth of their worth. "Sir, wouldn't it be wiser to just give him the money he asks, for then he'll know you're not a liar, nor a cheat," I mentioned.

The Merchant nodded and handed over a large bag of gold. Then they both dissapeared. "Zenithar watch over you."

With ease, I travelled towards the Lord's Quarters. There sat Akatosh's cleric. The elderly cleric sat in shining, golden scalemail. "I am the Cleric of Akatosh, is it time for your trials?"

"Indeed, Cleric."

A fountain appeared in front of me. "Drink from the fountain for eternal youth," the Cleric warned. "If you dare." I shook my head and it dissapeared.

"Akatosh watch over you," he said as I walked out.

I was now in the Courtyard and it was no average courtyard. It went for acres upon acres. Then out came a Cleric of Kynareth. A smiling Bosmer dressed in a fur skirt and fur brasierre. "The test of Kynareth is to prove you're one with nature," she giggled. "Teach this young wolf to not kill you on sight, and you'll have succeeded."

Out came a pup that charged at me. Then we met eyes and I whispered a spell. It came over and licked my face. "Kynareth watch over you. The last challenges are Julianos and Talos, the hardest."

I nodded and headed into the Throne Room. There sat Talos' Cleric and standing beside him in an advisorly fashion was the Julianos' Cleric. "The Test of Wisdom is simple," the elderly altmer grumbled. "What does the wise man know, that the smart man does not?"

"That a good heart will always bring you out on top," I responded.

"Julianos watch over you, Soon-To-Be Knight," he bowed.

The Cleric of Talos wasn't a cleric, but Talos Stormcrown himself. "I have watched over you since you were born, Kalian," Talos explained. "My challenge is to swear an oath of loyalty."

"To who?" I asked.

"To Tamriel," he commanded.

Obediently, I swore the oath and headed for the door. There stood a High Priest of Mehrunes Dagon. His skin was fiery red, just like his god's. "Prepare to die," he screamed as he charged.

I slid my blade between his ribs and hugged him. "It's not your fault," I whispered as he fell off my blade. I pulled open the gargantuan double-doors and there stood a bright-blue gateway. I walked in and a flash of light blinded me. Adam smiled when he saw me.

"Congratulations, you've learned the first step of the Old Code. You're officially a Knight of the Nine. However, you now must succeed in earning the favor of Magnus and Syrabane, you must read the Oghma Infinium, and unite the Daedric Princes against Mehrunes Dagon and his new Master. He has become a dictator to them and they'll gladly send soldiers to serve a champion," Quick-Strike explained. "Magnus is the God of Sorcery, Syrabane is the God of Warlocks. The Oghma Infinium was written by Haermaeus Mora after he got the knowledge from Xarxes. To gain Magnus' and Syrabane's favor, you must allow your very blood to be mixed with the very essence of magicka."

"The Oghma Ininium can be attained by earning the favor of Haermaeus Mora. After you have the favor of the fifteen daedric princes, you must march across Tamriel with your army of the daedra and followers of the Nine," he continued. "For the first time in history, the Aedra and the Daedra must work together for a common purpose. I most likely will die, Kalian. When I do, remember to make sure my death isn't in vain."

"Yes Quick-Strike," I barked. "I shall defend Tamriel from an empowered daedric prince and a lich that has attained god-hood. To say the least, we will have tales about us for the rest of time."

The quest I was set upon completing, would shape the history of Tamriel, for better or for worse. Zalphon or I would die, and Dagon or I would fall. The Nine are protecting me, soon the Daedra will be too.

"Adam?" I asked. "Is this the Old Code, to be a champion of the Aedra and the Daedra?"

"The Old Code is to be just and rightous, prophecy foretold a hero would arise and unite the Aedra and Daedra against a common foe," the Vampire saluted. "I'll be glad to serve under the Champion of Nirn."

The Champion of Nirn, was that what I was? I was defending Nirn from 'My Ancestor' and an Empowered Daedric Prince, perhaps I did earn this title. Nonetheless, I had to rest and then I had work to do...

This post has been edited by Zalphon: Jun 28 2010, 06:57 AM