The Story of Taillus, Chapter 7 Options

[Taillus]

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.

[Taillus]

One more update cause I won't be able to post tomorrow.... Here it is.

Over the span of the next few weeks, our ex hero painstakingly readied himself for the harvest. He crafted an exquisite amulet where the soul gem would be housed and used his newly developed magicka skills to craft a powerful soultrap enchantment into his sword. This would suck the souls of his victims into the waiting Soul gem and in turn would fuel his soon to be god-like powers.

Along with the added strength the Daedric Soul Gem provided. It also amplified his senses, made him much more agile and granted him access to magicka beyond comprehension. He was no longer a man, he was nothing more then a daedra spawn himself, born from the twisted realms of Oblivion.

“Nothing will stop me now. With each soul that I rip from a mortal being will only make me more powerful. Whole armies will fall at my feet! This marks my ascension from a mortal to a true god! No one will get in my way!” Taillus shouts as he uses his recall spell to bring him to the Shrine entrance.

As I tell this story to you, I get saddened deeply. A man that was fated to become a bloodthirsty killing machine since he was a young man. Taillus could have had so much potential. He himself could have become a brave imperial legionnaire or a guild leader but instead the darkness of evil that had begun in him from childhood, growing slowly even though he tried to repress it eventually consumed him and made him what he had become at this point.

I would rather not share what I had witnessed after this point as far as the details go. As he traveled back to Balmora to find his old friend Jiub, he had slain many men. He attacked caravans and convoys that were delivering goods to neighboring cities, toppled escorts protecting nobles and with each passing day, Taillus became increasingly more evil and powerful.

He finally made his way to the bustling city of Balmora only days after leaving the shrine of Molag Bal. As he stepped through the city gates, he was met by three dunmer guards dressed in full bonemold armor and each wielding some variety of weapon…..


“Remain where you stand Imperial. The city of Balmora is quarantined and no man is permitted to enter or leave. This is for the safety of our people.” One of the guards bark as the others keep their weapons ready. Taillus looks at the guards knowing that they have been informed of the murders and ambushes on the people traveling from town to town.

“Might I ask why this fine city is Quarantined? I was told that Balmora is a city of great stores and exquisite wares and I was hoping that I could visit the bookseller as well as your fine clothier.” Taillus chimes in a noble and civil voice.

“Deepest apologies Imperial but we must enforce this rule. No one may enter nor will anyone leave. Due to the slayings that occurred on the paths between cities we are trying to protect the villages from terror.” Another guard states as he proudly stands tall.

Taillus grins evilly from beneath his hood. He looks up again at the soldiers letting them see his color voided eyes. He throws his cloak aside, standing before them with his enchanted ebony broadsword in his right hand and the daedric soul gem around his neck.

“Well allow me to introduce myself. My name is Terror, otherwise known as Taillus!” He growls as the soldiers clamor to protect Balmora. They all charge at Taillus who nimbly but casually hops back and weaves away from their invading weapons. A fourth guard atop the city walls runs to alert the other guards as Taillus is soon surrounded by bonemold wearing city officials.

“Give up outlaw! Your reign of evil has ended. Surrender your weapons and your life will be spared.” A guard shouts as they all close in. Taillus looks over his shoulders at the collection of guards and laughs cockily.

Magicka begins to accumulate around his body as he lifts into the air. The guards look in horror as a burst of white energy consumes them for a brief moment. Taillus’ feet touch ground as the magicka fades and the soldiers around him gasp as their weapons and armor begin to quickly deteriorate before them.

Taillus grips his broadsword tightly and he crouches before bounding forward and hacking through five of the guards in one swipe. They fall to the ground as their armor drips off of their lifeless bodies and he turns to the remaining men. They step away from him in fear as Taillus closes in.

The guards stop, frozen with fear as Taillus stands only feet away from them. Their weapons and armor reduced to puddles of sizzling waste and eroding bonemold before them. Taillus turns and walks into town but not before ending the lives of the remaining soldiers. Their screams cut short as they fall to the ground.

The soul gem pulsates and Taillus breathes heavily, accepting the collection of spirits stolen from the city guards. Taillus makes his way through the now defenseless city and heads to the building he knows to be the thieves guild….