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]

I think my cameos are getting a bit overdone. So this is the last cameo for a while. Rest assured, the mighty power of cameos shall be unleashed when the hour is darkest. (I don't know when that could be but, oh well.)

*mysterious voice*:,,Cameos, no mortal or Daedra can comprehend the power that hides within this concept. The power to bring characters from other places, other times and other stories can not be measured."

Alright, cut the dramatic music please. Let's just get this update going.



He carefully examined his wrist during the short walk to the north of town. The wrist was broken, but nothing too serious. Given time and rest, it would heal just fine as long as he didn’t used the hand. Coming closer to the extremely swampy area, he slowed down and looked around warily. It seemed that Jana had disappeared just as suddenly as Jarik.
,,Now where could they…Ow!”

He jumped back and rubbed his nose. He’d walked straight into a wall. He hadn’t seen it till he actually collided with it. Right now, the wall had vanished again. He carefully stepped forward and saw how the wall reappeared in front of his eyes. The wall turned out to be part of a tall tower rising up into the air.
,,Illusion. Not exactly a cheap spell either. Now who could place a large tower here and then actually hide it?”
To his right, he saw an arch. Morvayn approached it and looked at the symbol carved into the arch before opening the door. It was the sun rising over a tree accompanied by strange runes.

The hall he appeared in was a mess. Furniture was strewn all over the place, paintings were ripped apart and lying on the ground. Morvayn knelt down and picked up a small diamond lying on the floor. He held it in front of his face and admired the sparkle.
,,Treasure hunter indeed. He ransacked the whole place before moving on.”
The Dunmer lifted a torch off the wall. He didn’t need the light, but it would be useful as a weapon, considering the likeliness of vampires. Where there was one vampire, there were more. Still, the piece of wood failed to boost his confidence. Driving a wooden stake into a vampire’s heart might be a reliable method to kill one, but the torch was rather blunt and he had never been good at fighting with one hand while using a piece of wood.

Following Jarik proved to be easy at first. All he had to do was follow the trail of destruction the Nord had left behind. Soon though, the visible clues ended. Morvayn walked around for minutes without seeing a single soul. On the outside, the tower didn’t look that big but on the inside, it was huge and he was soon absolutely lost. He noticed an open door and went in to see a Dunmer with a book. Next to the Dunmer sat a zombie, also known as a Bonewalker. The Dunmer looked up and waved the newcomer over with his hand.
,,Good day to you. I believe we haven’t met yet. I’m Athus Mirhtri. I take care of this tower till its owner comes back.” He said with a friendly smile.

Morvayn didn’t return the greeting. He noticed the amulet that hung around the man’s neck, exactly the same one Jana wore.
,,Are you a vampire?” He asked warily, his eyes darting across the seemingly endless chamber filled with books as far as he could see.
The Dunmer continued smiling.
,,I see. You must have met my daughter. Rest assured, there are only three members of our clan. There used to be more, but a friend of mine wasn’t happy when I was infected and wiped out the clan till the last vampire, if you don’t count my family. Don’t worry, I haven’t drank blood for generations. I prefer a good Flin.”

The corners of Morvayn’s mouth twitched up a bit. Just a small clan. Whatever his decision would be regarding these vampires, a small group of Ordinators should be able to do the job.
,,You said you took care of this place till the owner came back. Would you like to tell me more about him?” He inquired as he sat down in one of the comfortable chairs. The zombie had completely forgotten about him and was reading a book. A book for young children.

Athus nodded. A small fireball flew from his outstretched hand and lighted a nearby candle.
,,I will, just so you reconsider the plans you are probably making. Aureus Lucis is a vampire. The oldest of the Silver Eye clan. He is the one who built this place, the one who wrote nearly half of the books you see here and the one who has saved this world countless times. He is a Wanderer and right now he is probably visiting some old friends who don’t live here in Tamriel or even Nirn. Now to make you leave us alone, I’ll give you a warning. Aureus is more powerful than any of us can even imagine. More powerful than Vivec, more powerful than any mortal. The only beings I know who might be able to match his power would be the Daedra. If you send an army to destroy our village, you will be defeated.” There was no humor in the man’s voice.
,,Now if you are looking for your Nord friend, Jana locked him up in the kitchen. He’s cleaning ingredients for tonights meal.” He continued in a lighter tone.

For Morvayn it was clear that the conversation had ended. He rose up from his seat and left. This time, he noticed signs hanging on the walls. After a short examination, he found out which one would lead him to the kitchen.
,,I don’t know how much of your story is the truth, vampire. I suppose I shall give you the advantage of my own doubts. Since you don’t seem to be a threat to the outside world, you may live.”