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, just a short one today.



Luper wasn’t sitting at a table to drink. Morvayn wondered if he should ask the bartender which would probably involve money or if he should just use a life detection spell. He chose the latter. As he’d expected, the Redguard had locked himself up in a room. As if the door of a tavern could keep out someone like Morvayn.
,,Hey, calm down you ashloving idiot. The door wasn’t even locked, no need to go kick it in. It’s a damn waste of fine wood.” The Redguard said with an annoyed voice.
,,Well I am very sorry to hear that. If you promise you won’t fool around like you did in the arena today, I’ll consider hiring you.”

Luper stood up.
,,Why should I? You’ve already made your decision. I can guarantee that I won’t lose a fight if that’s what you want to hear. Besides, give the kid his fun. Any questions?”
Morvayn didn’t need to think of one.
,,Why are you wearing Indoril boots?”

Luper laughed.
,,Oh, the boots? There was this Ordinator once in the Black Marsh. He kinda got bitten by a snake and well, he forgot to stock up on antidotes. He won’t be needing his boots any longer.”
The Dunmer frowned. Luper was once again telling the truth, but there was this odd feeling he couldn’t explain or get rid of.
,,I don’t feel right about this but till I find a better guide, you’ll do. Meet me at the East gate later. You have two hours to get prepared.” Morvayn turned around and left.

Two hours later, Morvayn was standing at the gate together with his two mercenaries.
,,Alright, let’s get the introductions straight. This here is Jarik. He’s apparently quite experienced at looting Daedric ruins.” He pointed at the tall Nord who nodded.
,,Nice claw tattoo, pal.” Luper mumbled with one of his grins.
,,Hi, I’m Luper Alkad. Your guide into Argonia. So we’re going to loot a Daedric ruin? Sounds like fun!”

Morvayn rolled his eyes.
,,No, we’re not going to loot anything. I’ve just heard that there is this really large Daedric shrine somewhere in the Black Marsh. A shrine dedicated to all the Daedra. We’re not going to loot it. My master has requested that I retrieve a single specific object for safekeeping. As far as everything else is concerned, you may pillage and plunder as much as you like. It won’t be my fault if the Daedra get your souls.”
,,Wow, you must have had a bad youth or something. Cheer up man, no need to be so freaking serious about your religion all the time.”
Morvayn shot a furious glance at the Redguard.
,,Don’t speak about my religion if you value your life.”

Morvayn soon came to regret his choice of companions. For some reason, the Nord and the Redguard just couldn’t get along. The insults flying back and forth gave the Dunmer a headache and provided prove for the barbarism of nonDunmer.