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 Fifteen: The Shrine of Molag Bal

When we awoke after our tiring "exersize," Evangeline whispered, "We need to get dressed, it's time for us to leave."

"Akatosh has a way of always getting to that time," I grumbled. She slipped on her midnight-black robes, and I donned my armor. Adam opened the door and motioned us out.

"Molag Bal's shrine is about twelve hours away on foot," he said. "We need to get moving." I nodded, my unkempt black hair fell in my eyes. Evangeline pushed it away and kissed me on the lips again; I firmly hugged her.

"A Knight of the Nine with a necromancer?" he asked. "Now I've seen it all." The Vampire stomped out of our way and we quickly made haste. Quick-Strike was nowhere to be seen, J'skooma followed us closely. The night sky was vast and beautiful, the silver moon, the shining lights called 'stars'. However, icy winds blew, during the chilly night.

After hours, the sun began to rise, but we saw the shrine and a house nearby. Molag Bal's shrine had large horns and was aged. There were cracks in the stonework, but it was still easily recognized as the King of Rape. I opened the door to the house, and it was empty. The shoddy wood-work of this hut was enough to protect Adam for the night, but not be comftorable.

The one-room hut was barren. There was a hammock, a rug, and on the rug, a bowl, a spoon, a knife, and a fork. They were all very old items. The knife had much rust, as did the spoon, but the fork was fine. Clean.

Adam growled, "I sense no harm, let us rest." For the rest of my companions, sleep came easily, even for Quick-Strike.

I fell asleep after what felt like days and my dream was of being chained to the ground in an arena. Evangeline grinned at me and took out a dagger. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "This will only hurt for a little bit, but it'll hurt a lot."

She plunged the blade into my stomach and twisted it. I roared in anguish, and awoke screaming.

Quick-Strike sat with his legs crossed staring at me. "The Shrine of Molag Bal can inspire many things, as can each of the shrines," he explained. "Once I made a pilgrimage to Meridia, I had dreams that night of hunting the undead. I warn you, Vaermina's shrine will leave you a husk of a man if you're not ready. I went their once when I was young. I almost didn't come back from the nightmares."

"I will take the advice, is it night?" I questioned.

"Indeed, I'll wake the others up, you wait outside," Quick-Strike commanded.

Shortly after, they were outside with me. I walked towards the shrine and kneeled, "Molag Bal, King of Rape, I am Sir Kalian Broodikus, and seek to earn your favor in my quest against Mehrunes Dagon and his Master, what must I do?"

An echoing invaded my mind, "Ah, the Champion of Nirn has finally arrived. I will allow you to command one-thousand of my daedroth if you sacrafice one of your companions to Oblivion or yourself."

"I wi--" I tried to say.

"Molag Bal, you inflicted this curse upon me. I will take the place in Oblivion for the crimes I have commited," Adam growled.

He turned aside to us and said, "I have walked Nirn for years, I have been to Akavir, I have been in the depths of Red Mountain, at the top of the mountains of Skyrim, in the deserts of Elsewyr, in the Ayleid Ruins of Cyrodiil, my time has come."

Quick-Strike responded, "I was wrong about you, Adam. You aren't a vampire, you're just in the body of one. You truly are a Knight of the Nine. May Anu watch over you, wherever you go."

"And may he watch over you," the Vampire bowed deeply. Black flames surrounded him. He was in Coldharbour now. Exactly like Nirn, except all the buildings are in ruin, the sky burns in everlasting flame, and the winds are as cold as Skyrim's mountains.

The echoing voice reappeared in my mind, "When you enter the Deadlands, there will be one-thousand daedroth waiting for you."

With a tear in my eye, I turned around. Quick-Strike pulled out the map and stated, "Let's head to Sanguine's Shrine first, and then to Clavicus Vile's."

Evangeline hugged me tightly, "I know you cared about him, a lot."

I nodded and wiped the tears off my cheeks. Adam was my friend, a dear one at that. He was one of the only people who knew the old ways. Quick-Strike and I were the only survivors of the Old Code. I began to march, knowing that his sacrafice was not in vain...