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]

I have an announcment. I'm changing the point of view of the story...I am now writing it in the first person. I think it'll make for a more interesting story as you will now be inside the mind of a phsycotic Dunmer/Daedra hybrid who is the general of an elite army of Daedra. I'm starting where I left off so no worries there. Same story. Let's get started...
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First you will need a squad of 6 men to be your elite and personal guard. Choose carefully, you will need trustworthy, experienced, and skilled warriors. Do this now. Once you've got your guard all of you report to me. Go now.

Calagrius...he is no doubt trustworthy, we have fought many a battle together, and this seems like something he would do. He will be the first.

I walked back into the shack, Repaired my armor and weapons, got my supplies, and threw on my cloak before heading to Sadrith Mora. Once I arrived I made the walk to Wolverine hall. My imagination went wild as I thought of the many guards here being tortured and beaten in many ways that the 'normal' folks couldn't even think of.

I was so caught up in my imagination that it took me a few moments to realize that I was in the mages guild. I was here so often that they made me pay only one septim to use the guide. I reached into my pouch and withdrew the coin.

"Thank you, sir." said the guide with much kindness in her voice.

Are you aware that I can kill you 50 different ways with that coin?

"Vivec" was my reply.

Now time for more teleportation. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I hate it with a fiery passion that gives me a headache every time I think about it. The damn swirls and ugly colors and lights...magic in general is ugly.

I waited impatiently for magic to do it's thing and stepped off the platform in Vivec. I exited the mages guild, went out to door of the plaza to the top platform of the canton, and began my descent. Once I reached the bottom I crossed the bridge onto land and turned west, to my left. I walked a short way before I came to a dry, rotten stump just off shore. I threw off my cloak and began walking out into the water directly in front of the stump. After a few steps I came to a steep dropoff. I dove and swam for a short time before I came to a the mouth of a cave covered by underwater plants. After wrestling around in the plants for a moment I made it into the cave and swam deeper into it's depths until I came to a door. I opened it.

I swam through the door and up a short incline where I surfaced and began gasping for air. Once I had caught my breath I stood and looked around. After taking in every detail of the cave I proceeded into it's depths. After a short walk I began to hear soft footsteps behind me. Instead of turning I kept on walking. After a few minutes I reached a door at the end of the cave. I then heard a very familiar voice behind me.

"Hello there, old friend." said Calagrius.

"Calagrius! It's been too long! How is life in this pit?"

"It's home."

"I'm afraid it's straight to business now..." I told Calagrius of the situation and the man took it surprisingly well.

"So Boethiah plans to take control of Morrowind and has named you General of the armies of Vvardenfell?" asked Calagrius

"Yes, and my first task is to form a squad of trustworthy, experienced warriors for my personal guard." I replied.

"And you would like me to be in this 'squad' of yours?"

"Yes, I know only a handful of people and you are the only one of them who I know is trustworthy and experienced."

"I will join you. I can also help you choose the other men for your squad. How many more do you need?" asked Calagrius

"I need 5 more. Who do you have in mind?"

"I figure it would be best if you had an assassin, two warriors, mage, archer, and a thief. I am the assassin and, Luckily for you, I know just the men to fill your other positions.