The Hero in Disguise, Chapter 3 Options

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Ah Chapter 3. It starts getting alot better from this point on in my opinion but I will let you all decide for yourselves. I am also thinking of doing a double post tonight so I can make up for not being able to post tomorrow. Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 3 - Don't forget about the amulet!


As my demanding training regiment slowed down and I could feel as though my combat skills were back where they should be I decided that I would check in on Jauffre and Martin. I am afraid that I may have neglected them a tad but I knew that it was for the better. I would be of no use to anyone without my skills sharpened.

I was quickly told that I should go see Baurus in the Elven Gardens of the Imperial City. I knew him as the Redguard Blades member that was with me at the time the Emperor died. I was to go visit him in hopes that he had found any small piece of information on the whereabouts of the Mythic Dawn.

I agreed to pay Baurus a visit and see what he has turned up. Hopping on to my horse once again and setting off along the roads made me realize why Silt Striders were so popular in Vvardenfel. It would be another long ride to the Imperial City but I would be able to run without worrying about people to protect.

I managed to track down my friend in question and at first glance, he angered me. Not very convinced that he was looking too hard because he had his redguard boat plopped down on a barstool having a drink but I thought that it wasn’t up to me to keep tabs with him and as far as I could tell, he was off duty.

I sat down on the stool beside him and smiled. I knew he remembered me and something told me he was expecting me but something was on his mind. He seemed to be preoccupied but he let me in on what was happening…well he kind of let me in on it.

“I am going to get to my feet and walk away. The man behind me will do the same. I want you to follow him following me so we can see what he is up to.” Baurus said quietly before getting up off his stool and walking down into the basement of the Tavern.

I watched as the man did exactly as the Redguard predicted and followed him beyond the door. I decided to wait a second before getting to my feet. I had a nod of approval from the bartender or owner of the tavern as he agreed to watching my bag full of equipment for me without saying a word.

I rushed into the basement and to my amazement, I saw Baurus trying his best to fight off a Mythic Dawn agent. The Redguard Blade member’s akavari katana was on the floor feet away and the Mythic Dawn agent had a short blade to his throat. I figured that enough was enough as I grabbed the robed oaf by the hood and pulled him from Baurus. He swung madly at me but was quickly stopped by a jolt of crippling shock magicka from my fingertips.

I could feel his body convulsing before he fell to the ground before us as the shock effects still crackled around his body. I then used a touch magic that increased the poor fool’s weakness to magicka greatly. He yelped in pain before giving up completely and expiring.

“I knew he was Mythic Dawn! I knew it!” Baurus said as he checked the body. He managed to pull a book from the Agent’s robes and asked me to take it to a contact he had in the Arcane University. An Argonian woman who had a great deal of experience with the Dawn and would prove quite useful in figuring out the contents of the book in question, as well as a possible use for it as well.

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Sorry Griff... I have decided to continue, the majority doesn't mind the spoilers so I am afraid you will have to refrain from reading further. As for everyone else, this is going to be a MASSIVE update! Hope you all enjoy as much as I did creating it...


“Trespassers are not welcome Imperial. I suggest you leave while you have a chance.” The robed man says with a raspy voice that I found hard to hear. The man stared at me with a cold glance and it took everything I had in me not to remove his head from the rest of his body.

“Such kind words to another brother. I am here to welcome a new Dawn.” I managed to choke out. Saying such words made me feel so filthy. I would make a point that if I survived this event I would want to take a day to clean myself vigorously. At the very least, I stirred a small grin from the robed man as he whispered something to a small wooden door behind him.

I watched as the door slid open and he invited me inside. He informed me that I was a lucky man to be accepted so late but he assured me that they were always happy to accept new recruits. I laughed to myself knowing that they would not be too happy to have me as a “Brother” by the time I was through.

As I had suspected, the Mythic Dawn agents that I had met just inside the door insisted that I give up all my worldly possessions. They claimed that the only thing I would need would be a fancy new blood red hooded robe. Excuse me if I am not jumping for joy.

I seemed to be just in time for a speech of sorts. Everyone was gathered around a large podium when I entered their main area and an Altmer in a blue robe was spewing Daedric Propaganda like nursery rhymes. I had two questions at this point… Why does this big wig get a blue robe instead of the traditional red? But more importantly how was he able to wear the amulet of kings?

From what I had known about the amulet was that it was a gift to Tiber Septim and was an artifact of great power. It was able to keep order in Tamriel but the biggest kicker was that it was supposedly only able to be worn by one of the Septim blood. How was this man who I knew immediately as being Mankar Camoran able to wear the amulet?

This made things so much clearer to me. The gates to Oblivion, the Mythic Dawn, the slaying of the Septim blood and Mehrunes Dagon. Maybe I should have realized this all much earlier but now I can see it all. It seems that Mankar Camoran wanted to remove the boundaries of our world and that of the daedric realm.

It pieced together so perfectly! Mankar Camoran wanted things to be like they were so very long ago. He wanted to give the Daedric Princes more influence over our lands because our supposed gods were nothing but fakes. He thinks he is doing us a favor by letting the daedra walk our lands…

After his lengthy speech that had his followers practically cheering I could tell that Camoran didn’t like being out in public for long. I guess it made sense. If he was in our realm, he was subject to danger. He seemed to me a person that trusted no one. Sadly, I couldn’t be more right.

Just as I had fought my way through the crowd of Dawn agents so I could get a shot at him with the most powerful blast of magicka I could conjure, the Altmer vanished with a flashy display of magicka. He had escaped with the amulet and I was left in a room full of cultists.

I was about to walk out of the lair with my head hung low for failing to get the amulet but was grabbed by my robed shoulder and spun around. Damn, I was hoping I could discretely make my escape but now I was being led to the front of the crowd by the bosmer cultist that took my belongings.

“As the newest member of the Mythic Dawn, you are required to make a sacrifice of innocent blood to our prince, Mehrunes Dagon. Take the dagger from the podium and kill the slave that rests beneath his statue.” The agent from the door explains as he leads me up some steps and on to the podium where Camoran was only seconds ago.

I was pushed onto the stage where a tied and helpless Argonian was waiting for his demise. He didn’t know it yet, but today was not the day that he would die. I was going to free him, and take the book I needed. I may not leave with the amulet but the book is the next thing to it.

The Argonian was quite mild mannered for someone about to lose their life. He looked at me with hatred but he basically had the mindset that I will burn for my actions. I didn’t take his burning gaze to heart considering I would be saving him in minutes. As I approach him further, I look into his eyes as a small grin crosses my face.

“Can you play dead, Argonian?” I whisper as I bring the dagger over my head. The poor ex-doomed man looks as if he is about to cry in happiness from my words. I swung the dagger quickly but I only manage to sever the rope holding his hands together and just barely miss his chest as I run the dagger across him. He yells out in a fake pain that was so real, it had me convinced that I killed him.

As one of the Mythic Dawn members come up to check the body, she was met with a diagonal slice of the dagger in my hands. She cried out as she fell before me and I hopped over her and grabbed the Mysterium Xarxes. I had one of the items I had come for but now the hardest part…how was I going to get out of here? I guess I hadn’t planned this far. The Argonian had run off in the darkness but I was being advanced upon by what seemed like two dozen Dawn Cultists.

Kill or be killed I guess was my state of mind and these guys did not seem to want to reason things out. All I knew is that they would have to pry this book out of my cold, dead hands because I was not going to give it up.

With a blast of magicka, I managed to keep them at bay for a few seconds. Luckily for me, The Mythic Dawn uniform was quite flammable, a little fun fact that I had learned from the Mythic Dawn meeting in the sewer and I had preoccupied a handful of agents by setting them ablaze.

Next, I had to find a way out of this cave. It seemed that the door I had used to enter had been sealed from the other side meaning that if I did manage to get out, it would be by using the scenic route, the more heavily populated route. Knowing I had little choice, I gripped the book tightly with my left hand and ran like my life depended on it… no pun intended.