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]

Ah yes, cameos. Well I did have to pull them out somehow. I would have brought Gerard himself if it wasn't for the fact that humans rarely live to an age exceeding 200.

And about Aureus, well he's simply too powerfull to be there when the Daedra attacked. Gerard wouldn't get to do a thing. The old vamp would simply pop through the gate, blasting anything that dared interrupt him, and blow up the whole tower!

Now I failed to make the battle epic, so I just did this. It includes a bunch of one-liners. Have fun.


The two fighters approached with short steps. Luper reached out with his blade and immediately pulled back again even before the blades could make contact. He was merely testing his opponent’s defence. The Orc bared his teeth in grin.
,,You won’t find any gaps with me. I’ve seen you fight, Luper Alkad. Your technique holds no surprises for me.” He said, stepped forward and slashed downwards with the heavy sword.

Luper stepped to the side, sank through his knees a little and brought up his Glass blade under the right angle to make the Ebony broadsword change directions and plunge into the sand, without damaging the Glass longsword. The Redguard produced one of his own grins and whispered so low that only Arkming could hear it.
,,You think so? Sorry kid, but the technique you’ve been seeing is my ‘example-for-five-years-old-starters’ style. You won’t see my ‘Alkadtastic-behind-kicking-and-chop-into-a-thousand-pieces-in-the-blink-of-an-eye’ style. So if you win, congratulations on being as good as a little child. If you lose, well sorry I just crushed your self-image. Also, you might want to save your breath. People who talk all the time get tired early.”

Morvayn couldn’t help but smile. Lip-reading did have its uses.
,,Well he surely isn’t lacking confidence.” At the same time, he wondered just how true the Redguard’s taunt was. He watched how the Orc pulled his sword out of the sand and went into a defensive stance. Barely controlled rage was burning in his eyes.
Luper calmly waited, sword pointed towards the ground. He raised one of his eyebrows as if he was wondering why the Orc didn’t attack.

The stalemate lasted for several minutes. The crowd became restless and began to move. King Arthago stood up out of his throne.
,,May I please remind you that you are supposed to fight a duel here? Making your opponent die of old age may be a reliable method to win, but it does take a bit too long to hold the interest of the people.” He spoke with a humoured smile on his lips.
,,Oh, now I doubt that Greenskin will win that way. I’ll still be running around long after he got underneath the ground. Longevity runs in the family.” Luper replied loud enough for everyone to hear.

That did it for Arkming. Screaming a battlecry that would make blood freeze, he stormed forwards. Luper bend down again and waited till the Orc was almost on top of him. He then pushed forward himself, grabbed Arkming by his belt and used the Orc’s momentum to throw him trough the air. He walked over to where his opponent landed like a sack of rocks and made a light cut on his right cheek.
,,Don’t let your emotions control you. Berserking might be all fun and nice if you try to scare little kittens, but no one gets scared by a clumsy Orc. Now get up and show me what else you’ve got.”

The Orc got up again. He moved slower now, more controlled. He made a move to the right, a move to the left and another move to the right before attacking to the left side. Luper moved his head to avoid the Ebony and pushed the blade away with his free hand while he made another light cut, on the left cheek this time.
,,Oh, I forgot. Thinking too much isn’t good either. Everything comes in a balance.”

Half an hour later, Morvayn shook his head.
,,Right, this isn’t a duel. This is a lesson. Luper’s going to win so I won’t hire him I guess.” He muttered to himself. Right now, the two were moving around the ring, Arkming striking and Luper evading and stepping backwards. The Orc’s face was covered in light cuts while the Redguard wasn’t even scratched.

Arkming was sweating heavily and stopped attacking for a moment. He realized he was growing tired, not to mention frustrated. He was using up his energy much faster than the Redguard, who simply refused to attack. It was all dodging, parrying and emberassing.
,,Now I know. Psychological warfare. You can’t beat my muscles, so you attempt to beat my mind by making me act the way you want it. No, I shall no longer play this game. I shall do that which you don’t expect any longer. Meet the raging fury of the North!” He shouted a battlecry and lunged forwards, swinging with all his might.

Luper couldn’t parry the assault without breaking his own sword. He did the only thing he could possibly do. He stepped away to stay out of reach. One step, two steps, three steps. On the fourth step, the Orc stood still, lowered his sword and laughed.
,,Look below you, Redguard! You have lost!”
Everyone looked at Luper’s feet. He’d stepped out of the ring.

,,Aw man. Oh well, remember what I told you. You’ve got potential, it just takes a while to grow. See yah.” Luper waved and walked away from the arena. He left the Glass longsword behind. It still belonged to the king and would be returned to the armory.

Morvayn stood dumbfounded. Pure luck, the Orc had won through pure luck. He thought over the situation and shrugged.
,,Who cares. Luper should have won but he didn’t and as a result isn’t the champion. I’ll get to hire the better one and he won’t be famous. Perfect.”
He didn’t stay to watch the fanfare surrounding the new champion. He had more important matters to deal with, including hiring a certain Redguard at a certain tavern.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Aug 15 2006, 07:02 PM