The Story of Taillus, Chapter 7 Options

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Chapter 7 - The Road to Darkness.

Taillus walks out of Vivec and not for a second does he look over his shoulder. When he was in pain and writing on the ground did anyone come to his aid? No one even acknowledged him, now that there was an Ordinator in bloodied pieces in the same spot there is reason to be upset. It was the very same as when he had no choice but to kill his Noble mentor.

Being used as a punching bag to relieve stress for a middle aged drunk could only be taken so far but when young Taillus finally had enough and had developed enough courage to fight back, he was thrown head first into a labor camp quicker then he could say self-defense. Taillus knew that he would start his soul harvest by killing anyone of power. Those were the people that truly deserved to have their lives ended.

Taillus walks down a wooden platform that leads to a slim dunmer man that seemed to operate the nearby gondola. He was directed to leave for Suran and he knew that it might take a small while but it was definitely reachable by water. Taillus looks at the dark elf before hopping into the boat and sitting down.

This time, Taillus wasn’t going to have to rely on scare tactics to get his way, this man in particular was a big fan of his and was often seen rooting from the sidelines of the arena pit. Taillus was certainly going to abuse this to gain a free ride.

“Where are you headed champion?” The thin Dunmer man says as he steps lightly on his gondola and picks up his staff. Taillus removes his broadsword from behind him and sets it at his side to get comfortable for the long ride. He hopes that the Dark Elf was not terribly long winded because a silent trip would serve his aching head well.

“I am in desperate need of reliable travel to Suran my friend.” Taillus states as he shifts his weight again to get comfortable. The dunmer man smiles as he dips the pole deep into the water and pushes off the dock letting the gondola glide away from its home. Taillus breathes a sigh of relief knowing that the road ahead will be tiring and can only end badly but at this point, he would give anything to never experience the pain from the hands of Molag Bal. His body, mind and overall sanity could not handle it.

As the small boat peacefully soars over the water’s surface with the grace and majesty of a lone swan, Taillus peers over the edge seeing his reflection before him. It has seemed like an eternity since he had arrived in Morrowind. He feels as though he actually fits in relatively well and has come to adapt to his new surroundings. His face has changed in the short year, signs of age begin to show on his face and his eyes have become bloodshot from the dust of the arena and lack of sleep.

The gondolier must have sensed to leave the warrior alone and leave him be. He simply dips the pole and pushes occasionally, hoping to get to Suran within a time acceptable to his idol.

“When you get to Suran Taillus you will immediately head to my shrine. It is located very close by and you should have no trouble finding it. The time of my summoning date will soon arrive and you will not miss it lest you befriend the pain in your mind.” Molag Bal whispers as Taillus lets his one unarmored hand fall into the water.

Taillus’ body and mind was sick and tired of fighting. He was exhausted from working his way to the top of the Arena in Vivec and his body rebelled deep inside of him knowing that there will be more strain to come. Who knows what will happen upon the summoning of Molag Bal. He knew he would have limited influence on the Mortal plane being summoned by one like himself but there must be a purpose. Unfortunately he would find out soon enough.

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Time and the gondola eventually brought him to his destination of Suran. Taillus handed the Gondolier a handful of gold thinking that in due time he would be slaying an unfathomable amount of people and would make more then his money back for sure. Taillus thanks the Dunmer for the relatively swift journey and he walks into the town of Suran.

If Taillus remembered the vast array of books he had scanned while he was in the Daedric Ruin he thought to himself that the Kummu fields was a pilgrimage site where Vehk learned of humility and it was relatively close by. He laughed at the mental image of the fake god toliing naked in the fields. Taillus was certain there was a lot of moon sugar or skooma involved.

The Shrine of Molag Bal was an interesting one, and quite hard to miss if you know what to look for. Taillus quickly makes his way to the outskirts of town and after a short walk, he finds the ever familiarity of the Daedric shrine. He scans the area for an opening and after finding it, he grins to see that the door is ajar. Upon entering, he could tell that there was some recent activity. The smell of a freshly lit torch filled the entry and the dust in the air proved that someone or some people had been through here.

Taillus steps into the main entry way and flips up the hood on his dark colored robe. It hid his ebony armor well and gave him a way to hide from light considering that it would reflect less then shiny ebony armor. He keeps his broadsword strapped to his back as always and he lifted the amulet that was a gift from Molag Bal.

“Mark.” Taillus breathes as the amulet shimmers placing its mark. If there were people inside, it would be not only their worst day, but also their last. Taillus believed that now would be a great time to show his allegiance to his Daedric lord and these people would pay for disrespecting them.

Meanwhile, three men find themselves in a room that seemed to be devoted to the Daedric god Molag Bal. They could see the molten rock beside them as it bubbles and boils, creating a thin haze around the bottom of the shrine. It made finding footing difficult and they all hoped that they wouldn’t fall into the lava pits that littered the bottom floor. The three men slowly and carefully climb a rock stairway and after a fateful jump, ended up standing before a daunting stone statue of Molag Bal.

Taillus creeps down the hall as he can begin to hear voices of the intruders. It was brought to light that there were three in total and all were male. They had one torch to share and they were lightly armored. This would be a very simple task indeed. Taillus decides to use a cheap levitation scroll that he picked up in Vivec to float up to the top levels of the shrine and soar quietly over their heads. He lands without sound on a rocky ledge crouching to avoid being spotted.

The three intruders begin setting up for a summoning ritual by opening a few books and etching odd daedric-like markings on the floor with a dyed wax. A completely unnecessary tactic that proved their skill. One man finishes their “preparations” while the others swiftly gathered odds and ends believed to be of value.

“All powerful and ruthless prince of the Daedra! We wish to prove ourselves worthy of you and complete a quest for your mighty and ever smiting mace!” The rookie adventurer shouts. He falls to his knees before the grand statue of Molag Bal and bows before it.

“Kill them Taillus, this is insulting! I want their blood spilled all over my shrine to pay for this disrespect! Kill them Now!” Molag Bal orders. Taillus nods as he adjusts the hood over his face before jumping from his perch. Taillus lands on one Shrine raider’s outstretched hands as the sound of many breaking bones can be heard from beneath Taillus’ ebony armored boots.

The man screams in agony as Taillus remains on his badly broken hands, his comrades drop their loot and draw swords before advancing on the cloaked minion of Molag Bal. Taillus grins from under his hood and reaches down to release the evil mace from his side. He holds it, pointing its head at the skull of the downed adventurer as his friends stop short.

“Is this the great mace you speak of? I am afraid that you will not be leaving with this or any other goods that lay in this shrine. All of the items you see here belong to the great Daedric Prince Molag Bal and are not yours to remove. Now I am afraid your souls will belong to him as well. You picked such a bad day to come here my friends. You are going to witness my coronation.” Taillus growls as he lifts one foot up high enough for the man to remove his hands.

The trio of adventurers turn and leap down the treacherous stone steps and run through the entry in a frantic attempt to escape the dark and demonic Taillus. He laughs and adjusts his hood as he watches them try to escape.

“I told you to kill them all Taillus. You have let me down for the last time!” Molag Bal shouts to Taillus as it echoes inside his mind.

“I am not yet finished with them my lord. I will personally see to it that they get the punishment they so dearly deserve.” Taillus hisses as he walks casually towards the exit of the Summoning room.