The Hero in Disguise, Chapter 3 Options

[Taillus]

Ah Chapter 3. It starts getting alot better from this point on in my opinion but I will let you all decide for yourselves. I am also thinking of doing a double post tonight so I can make up for not being able to post tomorrow. Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 3 - Don't forget about the amulet!


As my demanding training regiment slowed down and I could feel as though my combat skills were back where they should be I decided that I would check in on Jauffre and Martin. I am afraid that I may have neglected them a tad but I knew that it was for the better. I would be of no use to anyone without my skills sharpened.

I was quickly told that I should go see Baurus in the Elven Gardens of the Imperial City. I knew him as the Redguard Blades member that was with me at the time the Emperor died. I was to go visit him in hopes that he had found any small piece of information on the whereabouts of the Mythic Dawn.

I agreed to pay Baurus a visit and see what he has turned up. Hopping on to my horse once again and setting off along the roads made me realize why Silt Striders were so popular in Vvardenfel. It would be another long ride to the Imperial City but I would be able to run without worrying about people to protect.

I managed to track down my friend in question and at first glance, he angered me. Not very convinced that he was looking too hard because he had his redguard boat plopped down on a barstool having a drink but I thought that it wasn’t up to me to keep tabs with him and as far as I could tell, he was off duty.

I sat down on the stool beside him and smiled. I knew he remembered me and something told me he was expecting me but something was on his mind. He seemed to be preoccupied but he let me in on what was happening…well he kind of let me in on it.

“I am going to get to my feet and walk away. The man behind me will do the same. I want you to follow him following me so we can see what he is up to.” Baurus said quietly before getting up off his stool and walking down into the basement of the Tavern.

I watched as the man did exactly as the Redguard predicted and followed him beyond the door. I decided to wait a second before getting to my feet. I had a nod of approval from the bartender or owner of the tavern as he agreed to watching my bag full of equipment for me without saying a word.

I rushed into the basement and to my amazement, I saw Baurus trying his best to fight off a Mythic Dawn agent. The Redguard Blade member’s akavari katana was on the floor feet away and the Mythic Dawn agent had a short blade to his throat. I figured that enough was enough as I grabbed the robed oaf by the hood and pulled him from Baurus. He swung madly at me but was quickly stopped by a jolt of crippling shock magicka from my fingertips.

I could feel his body convulsing before he fell to the ground before us as the shock effects still crackled around his body. I then used a touch magic that increased the poor fool’s weakness to magicka greatly. He yelped in pain before giving up completely and expiring.

“I knew he was Mythic Dawn! I knew it!” Baurus said as he checked the body. He managed to pull a book from the Agent’s robes and asked me to take it to a contact he had in the Arcane University. An Argonian woman who had a great deal of experience with the Dawn and would prove quite useful in figuring out the contents of the book in question, as well as a possible use for it as well.

[Taillus]

Ok people, This marks the end of Chapter 3 but I would love to leave you with this final update to get you through until tomorrow afternoon. I hope you all enjoy this!


I told the Nord that I would meet him on the other side of the door and an agreeing nod sent us both sprinting to the other side. I pushed my thick black door open only to find that there was only one true passage to the final tower and it was mine. The Nord must still be stuck out there seeing as how only one door connected this room to the previous one. I though that my best plan would be to hurry and collect the Sigil Stone that held this piece of Oblivion to our world and transport myself and any other foreign bodies out in a hurry.

A Sigil Stone works in mysterious ways. With me removing it from its pedestal, anyone in that sector of Oblivion that didn’t belong would be removed and placed outside of where the Oblivion Gate met our world as well as breaking down the gate and shutting it permanently. In doing this, I would be able to get out of here, save the Nord and we could collect the archer’s body and leave it for a proper soldier burial.

I broke into a sprint up another eerie, spiked and twisting ramp until I was before a large, circular double door. It stood more than twelve feet tall and was decorated with red, glowing Daedric inscriptions. I realized that if this wasn’t the end of the road then I will never find it and I pulled two levers back causing the doors to slowly creep open revealing a torch-lit room.

Immediately I spotted the Sigil Stone humming and spinning within a column of raging fire but something else caught my eye as well. Dug into the remains of a Daedroth Skeleton was a large, razor sharp daedric broadsword. Thicker than a claymore and almost as long, the menacing blade pinned the broken daedroth to the wall with its ribs and skull broken in many places.

I knew this to be highly out of the ordinary seeing as how the daedra usually got along for the most part and mostly kept busy tormenting mortals rather than bickering amongst themselves. An odd feeling washed over me as gears began to grind beneath my feet. I watched as chains began running upwards and downwards as if pulling something to meet me. Sure enough I watched as the chains quickly pulled a lone figure dressed in complete Daedric armor to my current level of the final tower.

It seems that the daedra knew I was coming and they sent their Sigil Stone bodyguard to stop me from closing the gate. I reached for my Akaviri Katana given to me by the Blades but when I looked up, the figure was gone. I wasn’t up for playing games so I cast a magical detection spell and immediately ran for the Sigil Stone. Time was not on my side and I knew that if things took too long, my Nord friend would suffer the same fate as the Archer.

I sprinted upwards to fetch the stone but stopped short as a burst of purple stood before me. My detection spell was alerting me that the Sigil Stone bodyguard was right before me and I wasn’t about to fall for his game. With a quick swing of my katana I wished to lop his head clean off but that wasn’t the case. I met a stiff resistance stopping my blade short just before the silhouette launched a fist catching me in the stomach, doubling me over.

If my detection spell was serving me well enough, I was before someone either overflowing with magic, or someone with a fully enchanted suit of armor. My luck it would be both cases but either way, I was going to have to get that stone because fighting was just not in the schedule.

“That is it pal, I don’t have time for this! Get out of my way before I fillet your face!” I shout as my lungs finally fill with air once again and I hop to my feet. I stand with my blade close to the figure’s throat letting it know that I was fully aware of where it was. I was then insulted by a deep, throaty chuckle that was as evil as a blighted cliffracer.

“You wouldn’t do such a thing to a face like this would you!?” The figure hisses as its chameleon spell faded away before me. I watched as semi-transparent hands lifted the daedric helmet off of a still unrecognizable head. As the remnants of the spell wore off, the figure fazed slowly into view. First I could see the eyes, then the rest of the face. I began to lose feeling in my limbs as the figure before me quickly came into view. It was impossible, it was preposterous…It…was…Taillus!

Looking at my own face made it so. As if ripped out of my worst nightmares, here he was. Staring at me with my own eyes, grinning maniacally with my mouth making my whole body shiver violently with each breath forcing me to drop my sword by my side and fall to my knees. I was unable to move from the shock of even facing him.

Time was not kind to Taillus. His eyes were deep and dark. Sunken back and cold along with wild and unkempt hair complete with a mess of stubble. He stood over me with a full suit of custom enchanted daedric armor only missing the helmet which landed on the floor beside him. It was almost like seeing the evil version of myself but I knew that even at my most evil, I would be a saint compared to this man.

I had no idea how I was going to confront him, let alone beat him in the shape I was in. I knew he wanted to savor this moment. To make me fear him as I should. Not any man can walk from one sector of Oblivion to another and survive. I had no clue how he did it, and no idea what he did to get here but I could tell it was a long and horrifying journey. Luckily with him wanting me to tremble in fear, I would at the very least have a chance to come up with some sort of plan.....

END OF CHAPTER