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]

Well, he's a tough guy alright. Sorry about this update, but I'm not very original when it comes down to names.




Following the Redguard without being spotted wasn’t too hard. The man walked without ever looking in any other direction than the one he was going. The hardest thing was keeping up. Morvayn lost sight of the Redguard for a moment but managed to pick the right direction just in time to see him enter a tavern.

,,Ah there you are. Managed to keep up?” The Redguard said with a grin just like the one he’d worn during his duel with the Aldmer.
,,Excuse me?”
,,Oh come on, do you really think you weren’t spotted? There are only so many people on the street and only one pair of feet heading in the same direction and keeping the same distance as I did. So what are you here for?”

Morvayn sighed and ordered a glass of water. The Redguard took this as a clue and raised a large wooden cup.
,,The usual for me.”
Morvayn sat down and looked the Redguard in the eyes.
,,I’ve seen you fight. It was a stupid trick but it worked.” He simply commented.
,,Nah, it wasn’t stupid. He was an amateur.” The Redguard replied and took a huge gulp of his drink.
,,This amateur did manage to make it to the semi-finals.” Morvayn countered.

,,Just a small and unimportant detail. The name’s Luper Alkad by the way, from Argonia. What’s yours?” The Redguard made a sweeping motion with his hand as if he wanted to push the subject off the table. Morvayn was now really growing interested though a small sting of anger had also entered his mood.
,,Luper Alkad? That’s the same name…”
,,As the Nerevarine. That’s the first thing every Dark Elf says nowadays. I heard that story. The Nerevarine, a hero who was blessed by Azura and who was invincible.” Luper interrupted.
,,I’m not invincible. Did you by chance hear the story of his end? They say that the Nerevarine got killed by Mehrunes Dagon himself. Nice story by the way. Now what’s your name?” He added.

Morvayn’s anger had become mixed with annoyance. It wasn’t often that people dared to interrupt him. Those who did were usually criminals of some kind of another. He bought himself time to deal with his emotions by drinking a bit of his water. Morvayn decided that he wouldn’t tell the Redguard that the Nerevarine wasn’t exactly seen as a hero nowadays. A tragic hero maybe, but not a hero. No matter what the Nerevarine did, killing two Tribunal gods was unforgiveable. Having people named after him hurt.

,,Morvayn Dres, from Morrowind.” The Dunmer said with a calm voice.
,,Ah, New Vivec perhaps? How is the Ordinator life?”
Morvayn couldn’t help but stare at the man.
,,Geez, get a hold on yourself before your eyes pop out of your sockets. Every Dark Elf compares me with this Nerevarine so I figured it would be best to do some research. I am definitely not like the guy of the stories. We both look like Redguards, but that’s were comparisons end. A friend of mine still has trouble with that. She’s a Dark Elf by the way. Sharp teeth and a bit hotheaded, but sweet otherwise. Would you like me to introduce you to her?”

Morvayn deliberately ignored the Redguard’s talk. His mind was fixed on the mission Vivec gave him.
,,If I want to make an expedition into the Black Marsh, what do I need?” He asked once the man had finished talking.
,,Well you could go through the whole food, waterproof covers for any weapons you might have and lots of healing potions and antidotes. But the most important thing is a guide. Now any Argonian is good though some are better than others. If you want a good sword by your side though, you’re better off with someone like….me. I’m as good in the swamps as any Argonian and better than most. So, what do you offer.” Luper’s voice didn’t have a single trace of modesty.
,,I’ll think about it. I might talk to you tomorrow after the finals, in this tavern.” Morvayn answered and got up. He left a single septim on the counter.
,,Good luck, by the way. Though you won’t need it if your opponent is an ‘amateur’.”

Luper watched the Dunmer leave.
,,Hmm, I haven’t seen an Ordinator in a while. I wonder how the good old twin-coloured god is doing?” He mumbled to himself.