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]

Alright, it's time for the massive battle! In other words, time to call in the cameos!



Morvayn ran towards the door but he was too late. It had already slammed shut. ,,The honourless bandit! We’re locked in here! Now how do we get out of here?” He shouted in frustration. Luper merely grinned as he sat down near the statue of Azura.
,,Don’t worry too much. If that little symbol there is any indication, we can expect some help soon. Some help with serious firepower. Now didn’t I told you that the Nord couldn’t be trusted?” He said with his common smug grin.

,,I admit you did. However, I am right when I believe that you wanted to stop my mission yourself?” Morvayn replied. He was too frustrated at Jarik and his betrayal right now to be annoyed at the Redguard. Luper shrugged.
,,Well, looking at all the protection and the fuss that staff had, I doubt that Vivi would do anything good with it. You know that we don’t get along too well. I can’t blame him, it was me who stripped him of all his power.”
Morvayn’s hand gripped his sword. It was an instinctive reaction and he wasn’t really going to draw it.
,,You are the Nerevarine? Everyone says that Mehrunes Dagon killed him at the end of the Oblivion crisis!”

Luper laughed. ,,Now who do you think started that rumour? You may notice that the ‘witness’ in the story was a certain Repul Dakla. Why don’t you try speaking the name backwards? Did I ever mention that I hate fans, fame and all that crap?”
Morvayn gave a sour grin. ,,You faked your own dead? You’re not as crazy as you’re trying to make me believe. What did I get myself into?” He chuckled while shaking his head. Luper shrugged again.
,,As I always say, don’t bother with religion as it only makes things complicated. Now if you excuse me, I’ll run ahead. Mister bad guy wasn’t the only one who put a mark at the entrance.” The Nerevarine vanished.

Outside, Luper instantly craned his head upwards.
,,Aw man, not again. This is so boring and utterly predictable.” He complained while unsheathing his longsword.
,,I hate Oblivion gates. It’s the damn colour that hurts my eyes.” He added before turning his attention at the man standing in front of the huge gate.

,,Jarik, if I were you, I would run away right now.” Luper warned. The Nord laughed upon hearing that.
,,Why should I? You don’t scare me. How are you going to get me, or all my allies?” He shouted across the distance that separated them. Two Dremora stepped out of the gate. One took the staff that had been stolen while the other raised a Claymore and stood in front of the massive gate as a guard.

Jarik raised his axe. ,,I hate you, filthy Redguard. I am going to enjoy this.” He shouted as he charged at the Nerevarine. Luper grinned.
,,Likewise. Now I will kill you if you don’t get your ugly face out of my sight.” He spoke with the arrogant tone that never seemed to leave him. The axe and the sword clashed, the Daedric blade biting deep into the steel of the axe.
,,I won’t be defeated by you. You’re nothing but a mindless thug with a sword!” The Nord growled, his muscles bulging as he pushed his opponent back.

Luper frowned.
,,Oh, really?” He muttered to himself as he broke contact. Jarik leaped forward, only to stop in midair.
,,Luper Alkad, bigshot hero and incarnation of Akatosh who is also known as the Nerevarine. My specialties are messing with time, messing with swords, messing with Telekinesis and messing with fire. Surprised?” He grinned. With a pushing motion of his hands, he flung the Nord through the gate, after engulfing his victim in a raging fireball.
,,Now did anyone just claim that I’m nothing but a mindless thug with a sword?” Luper asked with the most innocent tone he could muster. He dropped his longsword and unsheathed the Claymore on his back.
,,As for you, oh big Dremora. I would like to pass, with violence if necessary.”

Meanwhile, Morvayn was getting rather impatient. He tried to move the door for the fifth time in two minutes, without any luck.
,,Now you seem to have gotten yourself into trouble, again.” A sarcastic voice spoke. Morvayn spun around, sword raised. He lowered it when he saw who had just criticised him.
,,Lady Mirhtri? How did you get in here?” He asked dumbfounded.

The Dunmer smiled.
,,Let’s just say that a certain old man has this big library and one of the books there was about a spell known as Passwall which well, lets me walk through walls. Surprised to see me? I came right away when the Aureus’ warning device began to light up the whole sky with a map of sorts.” She answered him and stuck out her tongue. Morvayn shook his head.
,,A map in the sky? You are some strange people. Now do you have an idea how I can get out of here?” He spoke while sheathing his sword. Jana put a hand on his shoulder.
,,Sure, I placed a mark outside. ” The two vanished in a shower of sparks.