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]

Muhahaha! I'm back, get ready for the pain! Ok, I'll just give you the update and then go read everything I missed while in Greece.


Luper continued to weave his net of bloody pain around the lumbering form of Mehrunes Dagon. From his point of view, he had been fighting non-stop for several hours and even his corprus-enhanced muscles were beginning to feel the strain put on them. He couldn’t keep this up much longer. ,,Why won’t you just die?!” He shouted angrily at his foe who couldn’t hear it. Luper’s speech was just as fast as everything else. The man used one of the Daedra’s giant swords as a spring board to propel himself to his next target area. He stabbed the now dull blade of Chrysamer into Dagon’s leg where it broke off.

,,No way, this is the second time my sword broke! Oh, now I’m really mad! Stop staring at me!” Luper summoned a longsword and lunged straight up towards his enemies face. The small Daedric blade looked like a toothpick compared to the giant Luper was fighting. Unfortunately for Mehrunes Dagon, even toothpicks can hurt. Especially when they’re jammed into an eyeball.

The Daedra lord howled in agony. He dropped his swords and his hands went up slowly to clutch the gory wound that had been his eye. Already, the wound was healing and the moment of weakness would be over soon.
,,I hope you don’t mind if I borrow that lump of rust.” Luper laughed, pushing off against Dagon’s nose. He wrapped his arms tightly around the tree-like hilt of one falling sword. Using his amazing strength supported by a large dose of Telekinesis, he swung the blade around.

The blade, with a mass comparable to that of your average Imperial fort, collided with the Daedra’s neck. The skin failed to stop it and the daedric steel tore through the softer flesh and the bones underneath. It finally exited through the skin on the other side. The head rolled off the neck where it began to fall.

Luper landed on the ground and finally allowed his body to follow time at a normal rate. The falling head seemed to accelerate for his eyes and crashed into the ground, whipping up large amounts of mud. The body followed a moment later, crushing a nearby building.
,,You’re not so tough without a head. Now that’s number four to my death god list, oh yeah! Who’s next?!” Luper shouted at the corpse with a big grin on his face. He stabbed the giant sword into Mehrunes Dagon’s heart just for fun. After that, he let go of the blade and sat down on the ground, utterly exhausted.

Jana rolled her eyes. This was just like Luper, dancing around like a child with a new toy. Now that their master was defeated, the Dremora saw no need to continue fighting. They lowered their swords and all ran towards the collapsing gate. Streams of Magicka poured out of the portal, supporting the structure and stabilizing the gate.
,,Hey, what is going on?! I’m not in the mood for another fight. All I want right now is a nice warm bad. A bad filled with water, not blood!” Jana complained. When something strange happened to a Daedric object, it usually meant something bad was going to happen.

Morvayn cut through the endless ranks of Dremora that blocked his path. His muscles were burning with exhaustion and blood flowed from several wounds. His armour was cracked and mostly missing. A Daedric club smashed into his leg, sending the Dunmer down to the floor. He could just give up and die right now, yet that was something he’d sworn he’d never do.
,,Go to Oblivion.” He whispered. He raised his sword one more time, hacking at his foe through a haze of pain.

The sword was pulled out of his hand. He felt how a Daedric boot pushed down on his back.
,,We are already there, mortal. Don’t worry, your death shall be painless. Your strength has pleased us and we salute you. Now close your eyes, your suffering shall end soon.” The voice of a Dremora echoed in his ears. There was a sound of rushing wind and the boot disappeared.
Something gripped his shoulder, something soft and unprotected. Morvayn felt nothing more as he succumbed to darkness.

The streams of Magicka fled as the last Dremora stepped through the portal. Now, the gate crumbled to dust. The only sign of its existence was a blackened patch of ground. Jana stared at it silently without noticing the tears streaming down her face.
,,Damn it, why do they always die?” She asked herself, already knowing the answer. Her friends always died, some faster than others. That was the curse of being immortal.

Luper stood behind her. He had no words that could comfort the woman who was the closest thing to a sister he’d ever had.
,,I’m sorry. I should have been the one who went through that gate. But no, I had to be the tough guy and fight Mehrunes Dagon. Kagouti Breath! I could have prevented this all from happening by killing the damn Cultist before we even got here!” He shook his head. Living with mistakes for eternity was another thing an immortal was cursed with.