A servant of Boethiah-Chapter 1 Options

[Miazma]

Hello everyone. I would like to introduce myself before I post the first part of my story. I have written many stories and fan fics for games and this is my first for morrowind. I have had the game since february so I believe I have collected enough information to start writing. Thhis story is about a dunmer by the name of Miazma. He is a servant of Boethiah and has daedric blood in him. He is 3/4 daedric to be exact. I don't want to spoil the story so I won't go into details. You'll just have to read. Without further adew, here is the first part of chapter 1.
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Miazma, I have another task for you. Travel to Buckmoth Legion fort outside the city of Ald'ruhn. The knight there, Imsin the Dreamer, must be assassinated. I shall not go into details as they are not helpful nor are they needed. Kill Imsin and return to my shrine. Go now...

Miazma woke. He looked around for a short time before he remembered the dream. Boethiah had a task for him. He stood and looked to his right. There lay his armour, a full set of daedric with the tower shield and the face of inspiration. He strapped it on and reached under his bed, pulling out a small chest.

Before he opened the chest, Miazma bowed his head, closed his eyes, and began to speak.

"I ask you, Boethiah, for the skill required to smite my enemy. He must not kill me, I must kill him. I must swing this blade faster than a bow fires an arrow. I must swing this blade more powerful than an orc swings his hammer. I must swing this blade with the accuracy of a khajiit assassin. I must do this in your name. Praise you..."

He then opened the chest and reached in. He withdrew, very slowly, a grand katana. Goldbrand. He held the sword in his right hand as he withdrew the sheath with his left. He strapped the sheath on and pulled off his left gauntlet. He knicked the end of his thumb before wiping the blade and sheathing Goldbrand. He never sheathed it without allowing it to taste blood. He put his gauntlet back on and smiled. Time to go kill someone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This, very short it may be, is the first part. The part I am currently working on will be 2 to 3 times larger than this and it will include fight scenes, which are my specialty.

[Miazma]

[quote]Some people may consider Miazma a phsyco simply because he enjoys killing. His personality goes along with the saying "Shoot now, ask questions later." He could be in the middle of a bloody massacre, get a limb cut off, almost die, kill a hundred men, and smile after it's finished. He's not very sociable and only talks when required. He lives his life one task at a time. It's just him, his sword, and his lord...

-Calagrius, the only mortal friend of Miazma[/quote]


Miazma stepped out into the rain. He had covered his armour with a large black cloak so you could only see shapes here and there. He looked very intimidating, like a monster from a nightmare with his helm on and his entire body covered with black, having frightening shapes poking every which way.

His hut was near a newly built statue of Boethiah on a small island near sadrith mora. It was small, large enough only for him to live and keep a few things in.

He looked around him. He could see many more islands near and far. He could see mudcrabs hurrying to thier homes.

Time was of the essence so he decided not to waste any more time. He made a quick hand movement and muttered an incantation. Divine intervention.

When he came to his senses, Miazma was standing just outside the imperial cult shrine at wolverine hall. He turned and began climbing the spiral staircase to the next level and the mages guild. When he entered the guild he was greeted by a nord woman in a cloak. He ignored her and approached the guild guide. He paused for a moment before saying "Ald'ruhn."

Miazma hated teleportation. It made him feel a bit sick and he always worried that he would accidently be teleported to the wrong place, and he didn't have enough time to waste it on worry.

He stepped off of the circle platform he had been standing on and made his way to the exit of the mages guild. He then headed south out of the city and followed the path to Fort Buckmoth.

Of all the races, Miazma disliked imperials the most. They were just as bad as the tribunal temple, sending men to destroy daedric shrines and use them as museums. They screwed with natured and they screwed with the daedra. This angered Miazma.

As he arrived at the fort one of the guards immediatly stopped him and stated that he looked "suspicious." Obviously Miazma wasn't going to talk to the guard. Odds were that the man would be dead soon anyway.

"Is this a daedric helm and shield that I see?" asked the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"What is under this cloak? Who are you? Speak." demanded the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"Speak now, I say. In the name of Tiber Septim."

"Tiber Septim is a lowly maggot. I shall say nothing in his name. Please get the hell out of my way, there is killing that must be done." hissed Miazma, finally.

"What?!" screamed the guard, drawing his sword and holding up his shield.

Miazma threw off his cloak revealing his magnifascent armour and drew Goldbrand. His helm hid a devilish smile. It's about time, he though.

The guard raised his sword up over his head and swung. Miazma dodged to the right, raising his sword at the same time and slashing threw the guard's left side. He could hear screams and battlecries all around him. Now he felt comfortable.

Something bounced off the back of his cuirass. He turned to see an archer firing arrows in an attempt to pierce his armour.

"Good luck!" he shouted. Now he felt alive.

He heard a battle cry and looked to his left just in time to raise his shield to block a lunge by a guard. Another cry came from behind him and he quickly leapt backwards and watched as his attacker collided with the guard who's blow he had just blocked. He fell to the ground in laughter.

He heard many footsteps behind him and rolled to the right, jumping to his feet soon after. He saw three guards sprinting at him full speed, swords raised and tempers flared. Time for some fun.

Miazma waited until they were upon him and knelt, cuasing one guard to trip over him as he held out Goldbrand to slice through the stomach of another. He stood again as the tripped guard stood and the other one turned to face him. He could see that they were afraid by the look in thier eyes so he decided to play with them. He began laughing.

"Beautiful...day...isn't it?" he said between his laughter.

The men stared at him in awe.

"Rain...perfect...to...wash...away...blood." he began to laugh harder.

The guards fled, running out of the fort towards Ald'ruhn.

Miazma turned and walked to the entrance of the imperial cult shrine at the fort, ignoring the arrows which bounced harmlessly off his armour. He entered the building.

He saw guards rushing to the door, curious as to what all the excitement outside was about.

"Here I am..." said Miazma.

The guards immediatly drew thier swords and slowly took a few steps back, putting a small distance between them and this mysterious attacker.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said, this part was longer and contained some minor fight scenes. We will not really get into the plot until chapter two. I want to take my time and allow you to get to know the character a little better before proceeding into the more detailed and complex parts of the story.