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Justinj115
post Oct 31 2005, 05:40 AM
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My first story, inspired by my cannibalism topic. there wont be any cannibalism though. cuz i know how most of you guys hate it. its about a general who fought in the invasion of Vvardenfell, who turns into a vampire.


Draconius the Commander, Vampire, Exile, and his Redemption

It is the beginning of the Third Era, more than 400 years before the coming of the Nerevarine Incarnate. Tiber Septim has ordered the invasion of Vvardenfell, and I General Draconius, have been charged with the task to command one of the legions in this invasion.

Imperial Flagship, Inner Sea

“The Dark Elves have sent a pathetic fleet against us, it appears they are breaking”, said Admiral Tiberius with a smirk. “But the plans have changed, the Blades give us intelligence that the waters around the Ascadian Isles are heavily armed with another fleet, they have masses in this area to prevent a direct landing on the shores around Vivec. Draconius, you and you’re legion will land on the Bitter Coast, take them through the swamps and strike at Balmora. Same with you Quintus, but have your legion go to Ald Ruhn, to protect Draconius’s flank.”
New plan, I didn’t like it. I boarded my landing ship, and with 10 ships others we saild towards the Bitter Coast. It was a foggy day, not so great for a battle in my opinion. There was a light rain coming from the sky. This wasn’t good, we are landing on swamps along the Bitter Coast, who knows what kind of diseases and creatures were lurking around. Also it would be a great place for an ambush against my troops. Though I knew I was headed for battle, I felt quite relax, even though its only my 5th year in the legion, it was like business as usual. It was time to plan the landing, I looked to my second command.

“Julius, after we land and secure the area, tell the men to form a tight column. I don’t want us spread out, I know there is an ambush somewhere out there.”

“Yes General!”

Minutes later the ships landed simultaneusly, then men jumped off running up the beach head. I disembarked, and trotted up to the trealine. The smell was terrible, though it was a swamp I should have known. Usually when there is a landing, the arrows are flying, men are charging up the beach head being pelted. Then clashing with and enemy that has the advantage. I was expecting heavy losses, but there wasn't a single Dark Elf wearing pathetic bonemold armor in sight.

“Julius, tell the officers to dress like regular infantry, I don’t want the archers picking us off”

I followed as well. That was the thing about battle, the enemy commanders will always attack the person or unit that is different from all the rest, that is why I want everybody the same. It will help to keep as many officers alive as I can.

Then men quickly formed a tight column and we started to march towards the Odai Plateau, then to Balmora. Marching through the swamps was very uncomfortable, I wonder how Quintus’s army is doing, that just landed a few miles North.

I knew the men were uncomfortable and weary. Wading through the swamps in their armor was making them tired, the healers would be doing alot of work soon. With all the diseases i bet we are going to catch going through here.

After half an hour of marching a horn blew, it followed with shrieks and screams. Pathetic Dunmer battle cry I thought. But the ambush I predicted has come.

“Defensive positions” I screamed.

My column was attacked from both sides by a band of Redoran soldiers. I hated not being able to fight in the open, that’s where the Imperial Legions perform their best, that’s what they are designed for. Not this guerrila warfare. The Redoran soldiers were quite effective and fierce. Though it was a smaller force, they were able to subdue many of my own men because of the conditions.

One of them came at me a with a longsword screaming and striked downward at my head. This was the perfect strike for a legionnaire, for in basic training, this is the first type strike that a legionnaire is taught to defend against. With little effort I raised my shield and blocked the blow, and then with a stab, i sent my blade straight through his abdomen. The Dunmer man fell to his knees, and I pushed him off my blade with a kick to the chest. I brought down three more Dunmer, and then I looked around. The heavy casualties I expected at the beach landing has come.

After only minutes of fighting, the few Redoran soldiers left began to route. The stench of the swamp became even greater with all the bodies floating around.

We pushed north, further and further. Until my unit arrived at Balmora, it has already been abandoned as expected. I gave orders to allow the men plunder the town, we would make camp here for the day then march through the Foyoda Mamaea onwards to the city of Vivec tomorrow. The Dark Elf armies will be no match for the Imperial Legion, for we will be marching through open farmland. There can be no ambush out there.

I slept at one of the abandonded manors. Before I went to bed, I had a vision of myself at the City of Vivec. The farmlands around it burning, the bodies being thrown from the top of the cantons. Then myself marching up the palace steps ready to meet Lord Vivec, I even muttered the words I would say to him.

“Sign the treaty of surrender, or you can watch my legions raze your city to the ground. I will not stop, until every village and town on Vvardenfell has been burned, pillaged, rapped, and its inhabitants slaughtered. “

Ha, that would get him to sign the treaty. Then I could put him in chains and have him sent to Cyrodiil for the Emperor to see, then executed.

Morning came, with a messanger. And too my surprise Lord Vivec did sign a treaty, though it wasn’t surrender but a Armistice. The letter read-

“It appears that the Emperor has signed an armistice treaty with Lord Vivec. You and you’re unit are to remain at Balmora and await further orders. Remember, there is a cease fire, do not attack any factions unless attacked first. It is likely your unit will be pulled out of Vvardenfell and sent back to Cyrodiil. “

-Admiral Tiberius of the Imperial Navy

Damn, damn, damn, damn, I thought. Damn Lord Vivec, I wanted a war. I wanted to see him surrender. I wanted to see this land in flames. Well atleast no more of my men have to die, and they could return home sooner.

I ordered Quintus to form up the men, we were heading back to the swamps to bury the bodies of the fallen. It was disrespect to leave them laying out there, so I gathered all the men and we marched. Though I knew there was a cease fire, I still marched with caution.

The stench was really bad now. A combination of Vvardenfell nature and dead bodies of Imperials and Dunmer. I scouted around a bit, as the bodies were being picked up, and came across a tomb. I took five men, and decided to go inside.

It was dark, and stuffy. The air was cold, and I found it a bit hard to breath. We came into a room, and I opened a chest and found a nice ring inside. There were coffins inside. I knew these Dunmer tombs always have good stuff in them. But before I could react, a man jumped out from the dark corner of the room and bit me in the neck. I stumbled back, and my vision became blurry, and I saw the blood trickle down my armor. The last I remembered was my men stambing him repeatingly, but the man still wouldn’t go down, and there was something wrong with his eyes. They were pure white, he fell to his knees and made a hiss, like a snake. There was something odd about his teeth, he had fangs. I realized what he was, he was a vampire. I looked at the abomination in the eyes, in his dying breath, he muttered something I couldn't understand. A second passed, and then blackness...

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post Nov 1 2005, 06:40 AM
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Still, it is only the beginning of the story.



Chapter 2, The Exile


Blackness came over me, I was asleep. A dream came to me. I was walking in a meadow and found a woman, drinking from a pond. She was quite pale, and I didn’t say anything. There was something strange about the pond, it wasn’t water but blood. She looked up at me, her face was quite attactive. Then it turned into the face of a monster, blood dripping from her fangs…

Three days later

I awoke with a light sweat from my unpleasant dream. Observing my sorroundings, I was still in the tomb, in the room I was bitten. Where the vampire was standing was a now but a pile of ash. My men that came down, lay motionless on the floor. I went to check their bodies, it appears that they didn’t die from a blade nor arrow. Must be a sickness, I thought. Then I realized something, the wound, where I was bitten. I looked down at my armor, and there was dried blood all over it. I reached up to feel my neck, there was no wound. Strange I thought, but now is not the time to investigate. I needed to get back to my unit, or any Imperial units in the area. I reached the entrance of the tomb, and stepped outside. It was quite dark, but the smell of the swamp was very pleasing. But the sight was quite horrific, it was my troops, they were all dead. Some hacked into pieces, arrows sticking in their bodies. Bodies everywhere, floating in the waters, left to rot. I sank to my knees wondering how this could have happened. Gazing into my reflection in the water, there was something wrong with me as well. My teeth, I had fangs, the smell of the dead bodies was very pleasing, and I felt a renewed sense of energy surging through me. I felt as if I could get up, run and never stop. That’s when it came to me, I was no longer a human, but vampire. Now I was in a mental state of hell, my troops are all dead, and I am an abomination. I sat, and let the tears run down my face. What a disaster, what am I too do now. Returning to the legion would be a shame, for my failure to the Emperor, myself, and my men. I felt the need to be honorable, and face the Admiral. But now, I had nothing to lose. No family, no friends, no career, nothing.

I sat for about another 10 minutes, then I stood up and started to run, I ran north. The geology of this land was somewhat familiar, from all the maps I studied that the Blades brought in before the war. I ran, without purpose, I just wanted to get away. I ran until I found a small boat on the shores of the Bitter Coast.

There was an island, of unspeakable mystery and horrors even greater than the land I was in. It was north, where the snow falls everyday, Solthstheim I believe it was called. I got inside the boat and sailed north. I just had to get away, I had to think about what I was going to do. The waters north where very calm, and I got there by the time sunrise came. My flesh started to burn, I could feel the pain all over my body. There was a cave on the shore, up north. With all my effort, I steered inside it. It must have only taken 30 seconds, but it felt like an enternity. Once inside, I jumped out of the boat, and fell down on one of the rocks. The pain however, began to fade, it faded quite rapidly. I could feel the life coming back to my body. Life, ha, who was I trying to kid. I stood up and looked around, this would be a suitable spot to stay for a while. There was corner in the cave, I layed down and shut my eyes.

The night has come again, it was time to just take a peek at this new land. And I was quite thirsty. Exploring the cave I was able to find a passeway the lead to the surface. I needed some water, coveiniently, there was a pond near by. I walked over and began to drink from it. My thirst was great, I drank and drank and drank. But my thirst was never quenched, that was odd. I noticed a bear looking at me from my right, it was staring me in the eye. Quickly, I drew my short sword, and the bear charged at me. My reflexes were quite improved, must be the effects of the vampirism, for I was able to step to the side and plunge the blade straight into its stomach. The bear fell, down and lay motionless. The odd thing was, I had to urge to drink its blood. Its not odd for a vampire I know, but to me, it was something different. I knelt, and bit it right in the neck and began to drain all the blood out. The sweet taste was great, and began to feel a new surge of energy coming through me. When I was finished, lets just say the bear was quite dry.


The short getaway I planned, turned into 100 years of self exile. 100 years of living in the wilderness of Soltstheim, and I still looked like I was 35. There wasn’t a single need to shave, trim my nails, or hair at all. I looked exactly the same as that day when I emerged from the tomb, that was about the only thing I could remember about my past life. I have really lost myself, and I even almost forgot who I was and where I had come from. Until one day, I had a dream.

I was back in my home in Cyrodiil, 15 again. I saw my father

“Draconius, you’ve haven’t been attending class at the academy. You are failing, and you are on the brink of getting kicked out. Don’t you ever want to become a general someday?”

Ah yes, I remember now, I was 15, and a student of the Septim Military Academy. Though Ive been skipping for a week, isolating myself in my room for failing. There was an exercise that we did, a simulated battle. And I was in command, I couldn’t remember but I made a bad decision and lost us the match that we were about to win. I felt ashamed, my classmates were angered by me. I had no desire to return.

“I cannot return, my classmates hate me father, I failed them.”

He said something, something that made me never surrender until now

“One failure, doesn’t mean everything. Instead of sitting here sulking, you should get up, do something about it, and redeem yourself in the eyes of your classmates. Doesn’t matter how low you fall, as long as you are still alive then there is always still hope for a new beginning.”

With that I woke up, it was night time. I went back to my daily routine, went out to go kill myself a wolf or bear to drink the blood from. Then just do whatever comes to mind. As I went out, in my bear skin coat. This was my 3rrd one that I made by the way. I thought about my dream, I ran the words over and over again in my head. And it little by little it came to me. Knowledge of my past, the Septim Academy, my first love, I smiled. I began to feel to the warmth again that left me 100 years ago. I remembered that moment, in the tomb, on the swamps along the Bitter Coast. It was time to go back.


Chapter 3 "Reunion" is ready, though im waiting to see if anybody else likes my work. Probably alot of spelling and grammar errors huh, oh well i was too lazy to edit those ones.

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