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 Fourteen: The Map

The sun was beginning to rise as we reached the doors of the Imperial City. The guards wore ebony armor with closed helms and held ebony longswords. "Halt," the one on the right said. "You're to be searched for contraband, such as Skooma or Moonsugar."

They scanned through our bags and found nothing, then they allowed us to pass. The Vampire hastily made a retreat to the sewers and shouted, "After dusk, I'll meet you at this gate."

I just nodded and continued walking towards the Explorers' Guild. They were renown for going where no one had gone before and collecting artifacts. Surely they had a map at their guild-hall here. No one is quite certain where the real headquarters is.

In the Elven Plaza, I found it. A large guild-hall with banners on each side of the door with a map and a quill crossed perpendicular, and a sword beneath parrallel to the bottom of the map. I walked inside and there were a wide variety of people in here. Men and women dressed in fine clothing or expensive armors, mostly ebony, glass, or daedric.

The guild-hall was standard architecture used in the Cyrodiil Guild-Halls over five-hundred years ago. However, stone-work was well-done and the book-cases were lined with books that were centuries old. The Saryoni Sermons, the 2920 Series, the Poison Song series, the thirty-six lessons of Vivec, Vampires of Vvardenfell. To say the least, I was impressed. Saryoni Sermons and the Thirty-Six Lessons of Vivec were thought to be destroyed when Red Mountain erupted.

A lich stood by me and bowed. "Victor Mystblood, welcome to the Explorers' Guild. Are you here to join or for a map?" he asked.

"I would like to talk to the local head of the guild, please."

Down the intricate, wooden stairs came a man in a suit of daedric armor with a strange black sword with a purple glow to it in hand. He wore no helmet, revealing his dark-gray skin and red-dunmeri eyes. "Hail, High Explorer of the Imperial City," Victor said loudly.

"Are you the leader?" I asked this 'High Explorer'.

"High Explorer Fathis Hlaalu," he growled. "I am the local High Explorer, so I schedule the artifact raids and guild-exploration. Members are allowed to free-lance, but they must give ten-percent of all treasure to the guild. So, what do you need?"

"A map," I calmly explained. "Of the daedric shrines, not the temples, but the shrines to the individual daedra. I need a map of the ones in Cyrodiil."

"The Shrines of the Daedra, you do know the Temple of the Daedra is in the Temple-District, correct?" he asked with a acid dripping in his voice. "Or are you an N'wah raised in a pauper-house?"

"Yes, I do," I hissed. "But I want to show my reverence, by going to each one."

"One-thousand septims," the High Explorer barked. "No more, no less."

I pulled out my bag and handed it to him. "One-thousand drakes, now give me the map."

Fathis Hlaalu headed into a door behind the front desk which he stood at. Out he came with a rolled up scroll. "The map will show you where each of them is." I opened the map. The nearest shrine was Molag Bal's, west of the Imperial City and south of the Ruined City, that was once known as Chorrol.

Quick-Strike stated, "I do miss Chorrol, I stayed there for a few decades about two-hundred and forty years ago. The Second Orc wars about one-hundred and fifty years ago. Orsimer was captured and they surrendered. Warlord was executed, as well as his lieutenants. A lot of orcs died in the war, but Chorrol was one of the biggest blows they dealt. Ever since, the ruined city has been inhabited by marauders-clans, bandits, fugitives, and the survivors of the Second Orc Wars and their descendents."

"Molag Bal," she sighed in disgust. "The King of Rape as he is called created the vampires."

"I am not fond of him, myself," I grumbled. "Well, let's get some rest."

I marched towards the King and Queen Inn. The Innkeeper muttered, "Rooms are ten septims each." The old imperial had graying hair. The tavern was sub-par at best. Evangeline put forty drakes on the counter.

He handed her four keys. She handed each of us a key and I went up to my room. For what felt like hours I layed on the bed. Soon after, Evangeline opened the door to my room. She removed her ebon robes and grinned. I returned the smile as she crawled into bed with me. "I know you've noticed how I like you," she giggled.

"I have, and do return the affection," I kissed her.

To say the least, I forgot my troubles for the next few hours with Evangeline...