In service of a fallen god., Yup, I don't know how to quit. Options

[jack cloudy]

You know the drill, I finish one story and begin with the next. Meet my latest character and headremover, Morvayn Dres.


In the service of a fallen god.

Morvayn Dres took two deep, silent breaths. He filled his lungs till they were about to burst. In one smooth motion, he stepped out of the shadows behind the pillar and drew his sword at the same time, already swinging it at his first victim before the Orc could blink. He pressed the point of his saber in the arm beneath the pauldron, just deep enough to draw blood. Smoothly, he pulled his sword back a bit, flicked his wrist to aim the blade and performed a backhanded slash that neatly separated the head from the neck.

The entire time between Morvayn stepping into view and the Orc’s head flying away could be counted in a single heartbeat. The other Orcs in the room hadn’t noticed anything yet. Morvayn calmly walked towards the back of the nearest one. He enjoyed the look of surprise and then horror when the Orc turned around. Behind Morvayn, the corpse of his first victim noisily dropped to the floor.

,,In the name of my lord, I bring justice! You will join your unholy master in Oblivion!” Morvayn shouted and raised his saber. He ducked the Orc’s warhammer and cut through his opponents legs. He raised himself, cut off another head and turned towards his next victim. Magical mist poured out of the two Orcs and entered the man who had slain them.

Morvayn felt the mist filling his veins and with it, the power it gave him. When he was two steps away from the third Orc, he acted. He moved faster than anything the Orcs had seen before. In their eyes, he was death turned into flesh and blood, with a grim face they only knew too well. All three remaining Orcs died before they could raise their weapons.

The power his sword had granted him fled and he turned to watch how the corpses fell to the floor. Morvayn removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His red eyes blazed with a fanatical anger when he turned to the statue that dominated everything else in the room. If it was meant to intimidate, it failed to serve its purpose on the Dunmer.
,,Mehrunes Dagon, this shrine shall no longer worship you. For the glory of my lord, I have brought justice.” He said to the four-armed statue of the Daedra and walked out of the room.

Outside the shrine, his face was covered by his helmet again. He gave a few quick orders to the group that had waited outside for his return. Morvayn had concluded they would only get in the way during the fight and told them to stay at the entrance.
,,You, pick up the heads of the outlanders and put them on stakes in front of the entrance. That should serve as a warning to any cultist who wishes to rebuilt the shrine. The rest of you, destroy the shrine. When we leave, I want that accursed place to be in pieces.”

[jack cloudy]

Sorry for the holdup, writer's block. Ahem, no story of mine is complete without a Redguard waving a sword and kicking behinds. So here he is, Redguard waving sword and kicking....nothing.



The sun was at its peak and the temperature in the city was as hot as a forge in Oblivion itself. Most people had sought the shadows to stay cool. Not the leatherclad Dunmer who walked through the city at a brisk pace. Morvayn had been in Sentinel for a week now and was frankly, bored. There just wasn’t anything for him to do. He was really just waiting till this so called best warrior of Tamriel had been chosen. At least things were about to end now. The semi-finals were busy right now and the finals would be tomorrow.

No one stopped him at the entrance to the castle. Why should they? Half of Tamriel wanted to see the fighting. If a guard would have tried to stop the flood of people, he would be cushed like an insect. He passed merchants trying to sell their wares, gamblers, beggers, a few members of the thieves guild and a lot of spectators. Pushing a path through the mass, he managed to get himself a place where he could see the arena.

The arena was really just a big patch of sand with a white circle around it. The rules were simple. Two contestants would fight within the ring. Crossing the white line or harming spectators would lead to defeat. Other than that, the fight would continue till one fighter gave up or got killed, whichever came first. The only other rule forbid the use of Magicka. This was a competition to find the best warrior, not the best mage.

Morvayn took on a casual pose and prepared for another boring day. The current match was between a Redguard and an Altmer. The Altmer was tall and dressed in expensive clothing. He weaved two Silver Wakizashis in a complex dance-like pattern. All of his movements were calculated and calm, a slowness that hid lightning-fast strikes.

His opponent was pretty much the opposite. Instead of two Wakizashis, the Redguard had chosen a simple Iron Longsword as his blade. He was a head shorter than most of his kind and wore cheap, dust-covered clothing. He looked like a nomad who lived in the dessert. His movements were crude but effective, switching from a one-handed grip to a two-handed at times.

The two stared each other down for a few seconds, looking for a potential weakness. The Redguard stepped forward and delivered a low thrust, using the longer range of the longsword to his advantage. The Altmer stepped to the side, parried with one Wakizashi and stepped closer before slashing at the Redguard’s neck. The Redguard dropped and performed a backwards roll, stopping at the edge of the arena.

The same thing repeated itself a few times. The Redguard would try to attack from a long distance and the Altmer would counter with his exotic dual-wield style. Morvayn was about to turn away and find something more interesting when something caught his attention. All this time, the Redguard had been surpressing a grin. Now that grin revealed itself and he launched himself forward. Morvayn continued to watch.

The Redguard got as close as he could and wildly began to hammer away at the Altmer’s left side. This was no longer a contest of skill. It was pure hack and slash. The Altmer almost looked bored while he blocked and parried the longsword again and again with one of his Wakizashis.

Morvayn ignored the rest of the crowd and the words of disappointment. There had to be a trick somewhere. There was simply too much difference between the style the Redguard had been using first and his hacking right now. He looked closely at the situation and a thin smile crossed his lips. He might actually start to respect an outlander like this. The Redguard’s plan was ridiculous, simple but it might just work.

The Redguard did just what Morvayn had expected. After almost two full minutes of hacking at the Altmer’s left side, he suddenly switched to the right side. The Altmer had gotten used to defending his left Wakizashi and tried to do so. Left Wakizashi collided with right Wakizashi bringing the Altmer out of balance and creating a huge opening. The Redguard stepped around his opponent and calmly tapped the Altmer’s neck with his longsword.
,,Give up?” was the first thing the Redguard said since the start of the match. The Altmer nodded and hung his head.
,,Good. Now if you just keep yourself from falling into a pattern, you might win the game next time. I doubt I’ll be competing so you’ll stand a chance.” The Redguard commented before walking away through the crowd. Morvayn waited for a moment and then followed. He hoped to get a conversation with the man.