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]

*yawn* Sorry, but I'm really in need of a soft pillow to rest my head on right now. Anyway, enjoy. You learn something more about our three heroes.



The shrine was a marvellous sight. Daedric walls rose up towards the clouds. Everything was built on a grand scale. Even the gate they stood in front of right now was as big as an Imperial fort.
,,They sure do like to build big, don’t they?” Luper commented with the usual mocking tone.
Morvayn decided to ignore the Redguard and instead focussed on Jarik.
,,You are the expert. How do we open this huge gate?”

The Nord inspected the gate closely.
,,There are three symbols near the top and three dome-shaped buildings. I’d say that there is a switch or something in each. Activating all three should open it.” He explained, still with his eyes moving over the gate. Morvayn decided quickly.
,,We’ll each take one of the domes.”

The Dunmer wandered into the first of the domes. He was greeted by a Golden Saint standing in front of a small platform, underneath a statue of Sheogorath.
,,Greetings, traveller. You have come to this place. Now answer my question or be struck with Sheogorath’s madness. Who do you serve?” The Daedra said with a chilly voice.

Morvayn drew his saber, pointing the ebony blade at the creature.
,,I serve Vivec, the great Tribunal god. Step aside, spawn of Oblivion or meet your end.”
The Saint looked at him without showing any sign of emotion.
,,Vivec, your god is nothing but a pawn of Sheogorath’s madness. To open the gate, you must step on the platform behind me. To pass, you must strike me down first. Are you willing to die for a false god?”

Morvayn was seething with anger.
,,Do not insult lord Vivec for when you do, you insult me!” He shouted and leapt forward. He made a twirling slash at the Daedra’s chest. The Saint summoned a spear and blocked the blow. Morvayn felt the shock of the impact vibrate through his arm. Still, he pressed on and gripped the spear’s shaft with his free hand. Holding the deadly weapon back with his hand, he brought his sword down and stabbed the Golden Saint in the thigh. He then stepped back.

The Daedra showed no signs of pain when the sword drained its essence and fuelled the Dunmer with it.
,,You have skill, follower of the false god. The Daedra appreciate the tricks of mortals. Still, you are caught in a web you cannot comprehend.” The creature’s voice echoed through the chamber.
,,I hope you appreciate your death, cursed minion of Sheogorath!” Morvayn lunged forward, magically accelerated by the power of his sword. He slashed the Golden Saint three times before passing it and stepping on the platform. He heard a rumble and the Daedric stone sank into the floor. Turning around, he watched how the Golden Saint vanished in a shower of sparks.
,,That is the first switch. No one can resist the glory of Vivec and his blessed servants.”

Jarik wandered into one of the domes. He was greeted by a statue of Mehrunes Dagon and a Dremora. The Nord kneeled down.
,,I greet you, great Daedra. I am Jarik Snowbeard, your humble servant. I wish to enter the shrine and gift our lord with what has been denied to him throughout the eras.” He whispered, knowing that the Dremora would hear it.

The armoured creature pointed the tip of its Claymore towards the floor.
,,You have come to serve our master. Yes, Mehrunes Dagon has informed us. Know this, you shall be allowed to pass the first trial, this trial. However, all the other trials shall need to be passed on your own strength and that of your companions. The inner chamber is denied to all of the Daedra so we cannot claim that which is rightfully ours by ourselves.” It shouted through the chamber with a thundering voice.
,,I thank you, Dremora. I shall not fail our master. Once again, the Daedra shall walk the face of Tamriel unbound by mortal men.” Jarik whispered. Upon hearing this, the Dremora walked closer.
,,Heed my warning. The inner chamber was sealed away from us by a mortal man. What you would call an Imperial, a vampire. He is still alive and though he has left this plane, watch out for that which he has left behind for it shall call him back. You must deliver your gift to our master before the Imperial returns for he holds power not even we, immortal servants of the great Daedra lord, can fully understand.”
Jarik nodded, thanked the Dremora and activated the switch.

Luper entered the last dome. He was greeted by a statue of Azura. A Winged Twilight descended from the ceiling.
,,Luper Alkad, son of our mother. Brother. I see that you are alive and well.” It sang as it landed in front of the Redguard. Luper didn’t grin. His expression was rather pained instead.
,,I am, but it isn’t quite right though. I never asked for this.” He grumbled.
,,True, yet what is done is done. The past cannot be changed. Not even by you, Dragon-born incarnation. To pass this trial, you will have to defeat the protector of this dome. You will have to defeat me.” The Winged Twilight continued with its singing voice.

Luper shook his head. His hands didn’t move towards either of the two swords he carried.
,,You know what the outcome of a battle would be. We both know. I have grown older, more experienced. There was a time that you would have swiped me away like a leaf in the wind. Yet the past cannot be changed, not even by me or Azura herself. Time can be slowed or accelerated but not stopped or turned back.” He spoke calmly.

The Daedra nodded and stepped aside.
,,You have matured. Outwardly you continue to show the habits of your early years but inside you have become worthy of your title. I admit my defeat in the future at your hands and therefore change the future by stepping aside. Pass, my brother. Enter the shrine and do what you must do. Azura will watch over you.”
Finally, a small grin reappeared.
,,We never really liked each other. Still, thanks. Even if we don’t look anything alike, you are my sister and I wouldn’t like harming you. Even though you are effectively immortal.” He said and stepped on the platform.

Outside, the gate rumbled and split in two. The plants that had been growing on it longer than any mortal could remember burst into flame and turned into ash. The entrance into shrine was now open.