Hero in Disguise, Chapter 5 Options

[Taillus]

Thank you all for wishing my poor little kitty, Bailey well. She is doing fine and is ripping up the carpet and causing general mayhem as she once did. Now for Chapter 5, you will see some things here that will totally change the story and from here to beyond until this saga is finished I will try as hard as I can to keep you on your toes. I am up to chapter 8.5 now and will soon be finished. I hope you all are as thrilled about this as I am. Thanks all!

CHAPTER 5


After finishing my meal and tipping the owner nicely I decided that further stalling would get me nowhere so without thought, without hesitation I got to my feet and stepped outside. It was turning out to be far too nice a day to die and I let out a subtle sigh before walking through town to the stables to retrieve my horse. The people of the Imperial City traversed along the walkways of town, each with their own agendas and tasks to achieve before the days’ end while remaining completely oblivious as to the dangers that plague Cyrodiil.

I wish I could be one of those people. To be able to live in a peaceful, ignorant bliss minding my own and only truly realizing the evil that clouds this place only moments before perishing. Sadly I fall into the small percentage of those that know all too well the horrors that lurk behind every, single corner of the globe and I am the one that has to do all I can to stop the evil before it consumes all it touches. I didn’t choose this but I know that it is my battle with Taillus and I have to win, I have to win because there may not be another living soul capable of stopping him so I leap atop my faithful horse and trek to Vindasel and finish this hopefully once and for all.

I should be more confident in myself, considering that I had just been blessed by Aeriandala, giving my magicka a new life. I should be ready to send Taillus back to Oblivion where he belongs but something in me, knowing that Taillus was free from Molag Bal and still ripping the souls out of his victims made my so sick to my stomach that I must have vomited thrice on the path to Vindasel. As I always do, I decided to spot check my gear and weapons to ensure that they were in perfect working order. My armor was in tip-top shape as well as my katana, plus I had readied some spells, casting them at the side of the road to ensure I could recall them at a moment’s notice. I was as ready as I would ever be which is good because Vindasel was only seconds away...

The cold darkness of being underground shrouded me as I entered the dank, musty place. Among the smell of stale air was something out of the ordinary. As I turned my first corner I came upon a body. A male Breton was pinned to the wall by what looked to be his own blade. His head was separated from his neck and lay face down on the cold stone floor in a pool of dark red blood. The smell was almost as unbearable as the sight of it all but oddly enough when I rolled the head around there was something definitely out of place. His face was pale and his eyes were a yellowish color. Lastly, I noticed his broken jaw, revealing to me a set of long fangs.

Jumping back in surprise I quickly determined this to be a vampire of sorts. Maybe this was what Aeriandala was talking about. When she sensed multiple energies before and now there was only one. Could it be that a pack of vampires were seeking refuge in this place when Taillus had arrived? If that was the case, and Taillus had killed this man then Taillus now has the souls of a handful of vampires to fuel himself. If a bad day could get worse, this is how it happened. I deeply regretted going further but I had little choice. I stepped forward, shaking my head in disbelief over my poor luck.

Continuing forward, I stumbled upon more and more bodies, it seems as though this was the hideout for a whole clan of vampires and now, as I stand here looking at their eviscerated bodies, massacred without even so much as an ounce of remorse I know now that any man capable of doing this has to be stopped. In anger I strike out at the wall beside me, cracking it on impact. This HAD to end and I was through stalling.

I broke into a run, suddenly filled with anger that was pumping adrenaline into my body making me perform almost like a spiteful god. I bounded staircase after staircase, dodging minor traps and fallen vampire bodies. Each breath I took made me more and more angry until finally I found myself in a large, dimly lit room where Taillus stood over a body of a woman armored in heavy ebony armor.

“Killing vampires for sport now are we?” I bark sarcastically as I descend the final set of stairs leading me to my opponent. Taillus turns to face me, wielding a dark black long blade that glowed purple with enchantments. He wore almost no armor at all, just a pair of black tattered pants and the boots to his daedric armor. I could see the scar I left him, still fresh and new but it didn’t seem to bother him and I was not surprised. The body that had fallen before him looked completely void of all life. She didn’t look too much like a vampire however making me wonder what she was doing here.

“This lady proved quite difficult but I wanted her sword so I struck her down… She said her name was Umbra and she offered me a chance to leave this place with my life. After I told her that I was interested in her life instead, She told me to attack her and die or leave. I obviously declined the latter and stuck her down. I was very impressed when she didn’t die on the first shot. She was a feisty one, but she fell in the end, minutes to be exact. It seems that no one in this pathetic realm can stand up to me. A real pity, I thought she had potential and it’s really too bad you will only end up disappointing me as well.” Taillus hisses as he drags the dark blade across the stone floor, sparking the edge before letting its length rest in his other hand.

“Die Taillus, Just die! I have beaten you twice now, why don’t you just give up and die!?” I shout as I throw my katana to the ground. I could feel my magicka ready to explode inside of me and I was just waiting for a chance to release it. My hands were literally trembling with power and I could feel the newly recovered power that Aeriandala had bestowed upon me. I watched as a smile washed across Taillus’ twisted face as he presses the tip of his sword into the floor and leans against it, mocking me.

“Why don’t you just come down here and make me die Xander!?” Taillus jokes before yawning loudly and leaning harder against his new toy. With those words, my anger took over and launched me into a frenzy. Taillus would pay for all of this, for everything and I was not going to let him leave here alive, even if I had to die in the process, this was the last stop for him.

[Taillus]

This is it. The Battle's end. Hopefully it doesn't catch you off guard too much

The next few seconds move slow, as if time wanted me to pay close attention. I reached out to strike him with another lightning attack but he simply smiled as he raised a hand, pulling free his new sword that had been hiding high above us all this time after he tossed it upwards at the beginning of our fight. I gasped in horror as it descended from its hiding spot just in time for it to land in his hands as my left arm was rippling with electrical energy. Just as the tendrils of lightening jumped from my fingertips, Taillus strafed sideways, turned slightly and hiked the dark blade upward quickly, spraying blood up and outward.

Time slowed to a crawl and I watched my arm separate from my body as easily as a document being ripped in two. Words, thoughts all were stunted and all I could do was watch as my whole arm was removed from my body right at the shoulder, leaving nothing behind. Taillus laughed his evil laugh before stepping back once more and reversing the blade’s direction. He pulled the blade back just enough for it to scratch my face, blinding me in one of my eyes instantly. That was almost the last thing I could remember.

Taillus began shouting taunts at me, telling me that I should have seen this coming. He told me that I was far outclassed from the very beginning and that in surviving our first encounter should have been a warning to keep far away from him. I knew he was right. Who was I to think I could bring him down? I was just a battle mage, he was unlike a god, he brought Molag Bal to his knees single handedly and now, because of my stubbornness I was going to die right here, amongst the vampires and others that he had just slain giving me yet another warning to stay away.

I could feel my heart beat, every second pumping more of my blood to the stone floor. My vision was fading from my good eye and the warm trickle of blood from my damaged face was seeping into my armor from my neckline. I was done, a dead man…I should have known.

Taillus walked over to my fallen body and knelt beside me, digging his sword into the stone floor just in front of my face. I could barely see as he unlatched the silver and ebony amulet from my neck. I tried to yell obscenities at him but a low moan was all I could muster. Taillus only chuckled explaining that I wouldn’t need jewelry where I was headed and he got back to his feet, kicked some dirt in my face “accidentally” and turned to leave.

Taillus grabbed his sword and wished me good luck but I couldn’t hear his victory speech because a soft voice in my head was trying desperately to get my attention. Aeriandala’s voice began ordering me not to give up. She shouted encouraging words, telling me she knew I was mortally wounded but not to give up. I tried telling her that I was bleeding to death and was missing an arm and an eye but could only moan again. That is when she told me that I have won.

At first I thought she was completely mad, before she explained that is. Turns out she couldn’t tell me what the amulet and ring actually did, because if I knew, Taillus might have been able to find out as well. She told me to remember her strict instructions before I left and I did just that.

“Always make sure the ring is the last thing you remove, and the first thing you put back on.” I manage to whisper as blood begins seeping out of my opened mouth. I watch as Taillus holds the amulet over his head, eager to wear it proudly as a prize of war, a token to remind him that he had just beaten me to death.

“The amulet Xander is named the Prisoner of Greed. I crafted it in order to defeat a very powerful sorcerer back in my day. Its enchantments are heavily masked so that no one would ever be able to determine what its effect would be. The Prisoner of Greed silences the wearer, paralyzes, damages magicka to the point of it being almost non existent in the wearer, dispels any constant effect or other enchantments not created by the amulet, siphons strength enough to make your friend as weak as a baby and finally, burdens stronger than most spells.”

“In other words Xander, you have defeated Taillus. He will be rendered helpless as soon as that amulet rests around his neck. The sorcerer that I was in battle with met his fate the same as your friend did. He thought that the amulet was the source of my power and in ripping it from my neck and wearing it, he was trapped until the day he died. It truly is the Prisoner of Greed, the ring was the counter spell making it completely harmless to you. Now I must be going Xander, your mental strength is waning and you are almost unconscious. Please don’t forget to cauterize your wound to stop it from bleeding. You will be alright I promise.” Aeriandala assures as her voice fades as well as everything else around me…


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