The Telvanni Amulet - Battle of the Great Houses Options

[Fuzzy Knight]

Hope u will like this one, I've enjoyed the time I've written this part thought. Done some research on the Great Houses... Enjoy!

Battle of the Great Houses
The Telvanni Amulet
Chapter I

Meczoth stepped up the little stair right in front of the big, wooden round door. The nice pattern on the door going as circles around the end and in the middle it was a pattern that looked very much like a Telvanni Wizard. The rain fell down on Meczoth armor as he stood outside, the little lantern on the right side hanging on the wall lighted up his golden looking armor. The Dunmer took of his helmet and hooking it to the belt, before slowly and gentle taking of his gauntlets and putting them inside his helmet. Meczoth looked back out on the streets of Sadrith Mora was almost empty, only the bright light from the lanterns the Telvanni Guards was patrolling around in the dark streets, their armor totally wet after it had rained here soon two days. The two moons rising over all mountains, brining some natural light down. Meczoth dragged his hair back, he open the door slowly into the Telvanni Agent’s Council. It was dark; a few lanterns only revealed a huge round room around the walls stood the other Telvanni Agent’s they where armored and the light only showing their upper body and their faces was hard to see. In the middle stood Arvel Fyrzoth, who was the Telvanni Agent Master. He took orders from Master Neloth of the Telvanni Councilors. Meczoth stepped in to the warm room, the feeling felt quiet tense and people where quiet. They only looked at Meczoth as an outsider as he went to a chair, taking of his golden spear, scimitar and bow. Leaning them up to the back of the chair, he stood on the side waiting for the meeting to start.

Arvel took his hands down signaling they could sit. Arvel was a nice and friendly person that Meczoth knew; he was one of the biggest and strongest Dunmer’s he had ever seen. He had trained Meczoth as he was brought into the Telvanni in the early years after his birth. They had ventured out on daring missions always succeeding, but it usually came at a price that Meczoth didn’t like and made him leave of to the more quiet Telvanni work he could get on the mainland of Morrowind. Arvel was soon becoming old, but that didn’t show much when he was fighting. His face had its signs of a life of combat with scars and tattoo’s of the Dunmer Gods and he had the common Mohawk dark red hair. He stood there a while, looking on Meczoth before starting talking.

He waved his hands as he was talking about the Telvanni Agent’s who where killed outside Ald’Ruhn, he was a charismatic leader and people leaned forward in the chairs listening to him speak. Meczoth didn’t know the details; he had just been called in from the mainland by the Archmagister of Telvanni. He started to get more and more details; it was more about revenge after hearing Arvel talk for soon an hour. A couple of Telvanni Agent’s had been doing some research on Redoran as they where in Ald’Ruhn. But after they had been there some days they had been brutally murdered in their house there, and how Arvel pointed out how the Telvanni Agent’s didn’t show any signs of aggression to the Redoran or spying. This was about revenge showing the Redoran to be more careful.
They needed to pay for what they have done. The aggression Arvel was spreading started to fill the room as the meeting neared its end. Arvel was superlative as he spoke out in the end of the meeting all the Telvanni Agent’s getting ready to kill those Redoran Agent’s. In the end the entire agent’s stepped up, they took on their helmets and weapons, some going up to Arvel having a little talk about the mission. Arvel tried to make the more confused ones, who thought this was wrong feel more aggressive to the Redoran, talking out about all they and the House of Hlaalu had done over the years. Meczoth stood at the door, while the others going out. Greeting Meczoth for his return to Vvardenfell, some was quite nice and others not knowing that Meczoth would take charge of the agent’s in Ald’Ruhn.

As all had left Arvel came up to Meczoth, clapping him on the shoulders. He looked down at the Dunmer giving of a smile.
“It’s nice that you have returned to use Meczoth, I have been missing an experienced leader since the fall of Jaaz and Sendora in Ald’Ruhn, and they had done such a great job while you were on the mainland”

“Well it has been hard work down there, even making it harder when I hear about the deaths of Jaaz and Sendora” Meczoth admitted, looking down on the floor as Arvel walked him around in the room. Arvel stepped up to the north wall watching the nice artwork of Telvanni Wizards and Dunmer Gods as he had his back against Meczoth.

“It seems that… That the Redoran has been recruiting new warriors, new agents that once have been great adventurers I guess. Giving them loads of gold and equipment to stand up against us and Hlaalu. And as more of us have fallen now as the Houses are more aggressive then I’ve ever seen it looks like the Redoran has the advantage here” Arvel admitted, his voice almost breaking like he was talking about the end of Telvanni, and maybe it was.
“But you can, you should leave now Meczoth. I don’t want any troubles now, you are the only one I see that have the power to kill these Redoran murderers” Arvel said giving Meczoth signs to dress up and take his weapons and leave for the boat.

Meczoth took his spear and scimitar and strapped them on his back as he hooked a short bow on his belt by his arrows. He took on the gauntlets and helmet, his face totally disappearing, the entire agent’s had been given a Redoran Armor to blend in as their long journey begins. Meczoth knew it would take some time to get to Ald’Ruhn. He stepped out yet another time in the rain, seeing the agent’s stopping by their home to get their last gear and rations. Meczoth walked down the main street of Sadrith Mora, it was very nice and dark and felt warm even in the rain, and that’s how he wanted Sadrith Mora to be.

It was a calm wind as Meczoth noticed as he stepped on to the wet deck of the boat. The boat was first leaving for Vos, and then they needed to walk to Tel Vos. And from there they need to go by the north shore until they cut in down at The Ashlands and down to Ald’Ruhn. Long journey and they all knew it, filled with potential danger to their mission. Meczoth though of this while sitting down totally in front of the boat, by a torch. He looked out into the sea, covered with small islands and the moon shining up the water. By the time more and more entered the boat, Meczoth talked to some of them as the boat started sailing through the Zafirbel Bay, to make a little stop on Tel Aruhn. It was a calm journey.

CODE

It didn’t take much time to pick up Korenthan by Tel Aruhn, he had been delayed due to suspicion by Redoran Agents. I don’t know if it was a good idea to take him here with us, but Arvel said we needed Korenthan and his experience with the Redoran people. The agent’s seem quite calm and stay mostly quiet as we are nearing Tel Vos. I’ve thought little about our mission, the feeling of beeing back is strange, and I still think much about my friends on the mainland. But of course I’ve sometimes thought of Jaaz and Sendora and I don’t get it out of my mind, how Arvel talked about how the Redoran getting stronger and stronger. I’ve talked to the agent’s a little about their background as many of them have been recruited as I’ve been away. I can see Vos now; this is the final stop before our long journey across the north starts.



-Meczoth’s Journal

Meczoth stepped of the boat on to Vos; they were greeted by a few Telvanni Wizards. The sun was soon to come up and already the sky was turned orange. Meczoth looked around as the agent’s stepped of the boat and started walking into Vos. Vos was a city it had been quite a time seen Meczoth had seen, but still in the deepest memory he knew it like he had been there yesterday.

“Hey, wait! I want all of you to meet outside the north entrance of Tel Vos by midday. Then all your gear and equipment needs to be ready because I don’t want to be delayed again” Meczoth demanded as he spoke out to the Telvanni Agent’s. Most of them nodded, and went on.

Meczoth started walking into the town as he was joined by one of the Telvanni Agent’s, young and handsome Dunmer.
“So? Think we have any chance Meczoth, considering how they killed Jeez and Sendora. I mean that, it seems so mysterious how without any warning they just get killed” the Dunmer said.

“There is no reason to worry, there are several elements that can have given the Redoran Agent’s an advantage in that fight” Meczoth said, not trying to scare the young Dunmer. It looked like he never had been in such a fight before, and was quite intimidated. It was very easy to see it in his eyes as he stared at Meczoth as he talked. He was almost stuttering, but trying to look tough enough for Meczoth.

“Could it have been a traitor?” The Dunmer asked, looking very curious on Meczoth, who looked more surprised of that question.

“Don’t doubt Telvanni young Dunmer, I’m sure no one here would turn against us. I have faith to Telvanni, and so does the others” he paused. “So don’t worry about this anymore, go off and get ready. Sleep or eat or help the others, I’ve got to talk to someone” Meczoth said before going fast into Vos. Meczoth had just lied, knowing that not all are faithful to Telvanni and that was what in a way pleased him and scared him. Because it would make it little possible the Redoran is getting stronger, but it would also set these lives in a great danger if they where killed or captured.

Meczoth knew this as he walked off into the town settling down inside the local tavern and rested.
He got a brandy as he sat down on an empty table, right next to some of the Telvanni Agent’s. Meczoth opened his pouch and took up a letter. He rested his head on his hand as he looked down on the letter he got when he was called in, it stood who was killed in Ald’Ruhn. No one had survived and that meant if there was a traitor he most has been within close contact with the council, one like Arvel. Meczoth denied the thought and shaked his head before he took a sip from the brandy taking down the letter in a hurry.

The Meczoth felt a hand on his shoulder; he grabbed it and twisted around as he looked on who it was. He saw it was one of the Telvanni Agents. Meczoth let go of his hand.
“Sorry there, I’m very used to get touched on the shoulder before someone tries to stab me with a blade or choke me…” Meczoth said humours, almost a little embarraseed as the Telvanni Agent took of her helmet and sat down beside him.

“Hmm… I most agree with you Meczoth, I think there’s something weird. About these Redoran Agent’s taking down one of our best people. I…” she was interrupted by Meczoth

“Don’t think about it! It’s my concern and let it wait, lets see if we can do it in another way then to kill them. Everybody is talking about it, it wasn’t our time there but this is!” Meczoth demanded trying to lighten the spirit of the Dunmer woman.

Meczoth was tired; he was tired of how everybody was so confused with a couple of agent’s deaths. And that they were good only mean that Redoran have better, Meczoth tried to understand that it was two ways – Either in laying a ambush on the Redoran Agent’s or finding out if there were anything helping then, like information or a traitor. When he thought of that he closed his eyes, he didn’t know how the war between the Great Houses had changed since he was gone.

This post has been edited by Fuzzy Knight: Jul 12 2005, 10:06 PM

[Fuzzy Knight]

“Looks like everyone is here, well I guess its time for us to leave for The Ashlands then” Meczoth said as they Telvanni Agent’s had gathered around the north gate.

Everyone was there, so Meczoth sat on his helmet and looked down in his sack where he had the Redoran armor, everything seemed to be there. They started walking out of the Grazelands, heading north.

CODE

It has been a long journey here. The agent’s seem quite tired after we have been delayed again after we got attacked outside a ruin. But it proved something, that our men aren’t that bad. We continued across, we are near Maar Gan. But one of our scouts has spotted what looks like a Redoran Camp site at least we won’t take any chances.



-Meczoth Journal

Meczoth went down, close to the ground as he moved fast and shift up to the scout who was on his stomach scanning the camp. Meczoth got up to his side and looking straight forward, he saw five Redoran Agent’s it looked like. They where quite hard to see considering they had their camp not to far from a little cave.

“Have you seen any more than those five there?” Meczoth whispered as he scanned out from the little hill looking down on the Redoran Agent’s.


“No. But I can see seven bedrolls there, guess they might have scouts, hunters or someone is reporting back to Ald’Ruhn. But they don’t look ready for a fight” the scout said to Meczoth as had his bow next to him. “It wouldn’t hurt to kill these scum’s Meczoth, Arvel would be delighted!” he demanded to Meczoth.

“No! I haven’t seen a Redoran in action yet. We have still no idea if they might be better trained then us” Meczoth paused, thinking over that the Redoran watched the path to Ald’Ruhn, and it would be hard to sneak past them. “Ok… Then we attack, get our men down here! I want a coordinated attack, I want three guys going right flanking them from behind, while I get two and charge straight in, I want you and those who are left to sneak up right with your bows killing them if they try to retreat to Ald’Ruhn” Meczoth replied as he grabbed his spear and took of his sack, and got his scimitar ready to get drawn for his back.

The scout signaled with his hands where the agent’s should go, the three agent’s sneak down the hill. It was soon sundown giving them some cover of darkness. They got up close almost on the top of the cave, giving them a clear view of the battle ground.

The scout took his men and sneaked down without getting spotted, all of them fine and skilled marksmen. Meczoth waited a little while; he wanted to be sure that all knew what to do. He sent signals to each group if they had spotted any one. But they signaled back, and Meczoth held his spear up close. He leaned over the hill and leaped down running in front as he charged down with his spear pointing out as a lance, shining in the sundown. The Redoran looked quite calm as they could only see three, but as Meczoth was 10 feet from them a volley of arrows came down straight in the camp. The Redoran threw them self back holding out their shields as Meczoth leaped over the fire stabbing his long spear right into the Redoran Agent’s throat. A fountain of blood came out as he moved left against the Redoran Agent who was already armed. Meczoth stabbed hard in but the Redoran block it with his shield. Meczoth tumbled left dropping his spear and going up perfectly taking the Redoran down from his knees with his scimitar before moving back as the second volley of arrows back, but it didn’t come. Meczoth looked up as he could see the agent’s get stabbed down by Redoran Agent’s; the blood ran down the hill as the Redoran Agent’s charged down.

Meczoth signaled the three agents to go in hard on their left flank as he rank to the right. It came five agents so Meczoth was sure they had seen them coming and called for aid. Two Redoran Agent’s sent of arrows against Meczoth, Meczoth threw himself down as the two arrows went right over his head. Meczoth charged into the Redoran slashing to the right blocking the first blow before leaping to the right and stabbing the second one in the face. The first one turned fast before charging with his spear, Meczoth dropped his scimitar and in a second he had his short bow up sending of an arrow straight into the Redoran Agent’s torso, but it didn’t stop him. The stabbed Meczoth in the left side of his stomach piercing his armor brining Meczoth down on his back, the Redoran was about to stab Meczoth in the face right before three Telvanni Agent’s jumped on him brining him to the ground.

“Check the hills! See if any more comes!” Meczoth cried out as he reached for a healing potion. One agent ran up the hill as Meczoth told, as the other ones came up to Meczoth and the captured Redoran Agent. Meczoth looked into his eyes, as he took of his helmet throwing it down beside the Redoran Agent.

“Now I’m not going to kill you right away until I get the information I want…” Meczoth said to the Redoran Agent as he walked away to get his bloody spear and scimitar. Both of the enchanted weapons had done well he thought.

“Who killed our agent’s in Ald’Ruhn scum!” Meczoth said into the Redoran Agent’s face as he stabbed his scimitar slowly into his stomach. Meczoth eyes was bursting in flames, as he was about to cut of the Redoran’s head.

“I don’t know. But I wish it was me!” the Redoran said into Meczoth face giving of a smile. Meczoth leaning back looked into the Redoran’s face as he was a disgrace to the Dunmer’s – And he was, at least that was what Meczoth and the others felt.
“Well… In that case, I guess there’s no use for you. But I guess we always can use a slave in Sadrith Mora?” Meczoth asked the Redoran. “Because we are not going to kill, but the Redoran Council will have you killed, its either them or us where you can stay alive”

Meczoth waited as the Redoran Agent didn’t answer, he looked at the Telvanni Agent on the hill. He signaled back that no one was coming. Meczoth walked back from the Redoran Agent taking with him one of the agents.

“Search every body, take everything that might be useful and don’t leave anything behind from us. We go back to Sadrith Mora” he paused “They have lost ten agents’ here, we have only lost three and I see that as a far deal” Meczoth admitted, knowing the Gods would take good care of the lost Telvanni Agents.

The Telvanni Agent nodded about to walk away as he turned to Meczoth.
“What about the captured one?”

“Blindfold him and we take him back to get tortured in Sadrith Mora until he speaks out. If he doesn’t we send him back here” Meczoth said before moving up to the lost Telvanni Agent’s and took all their stuff before he dragged them back to the Redoran Camp. Meczoth let the dead Redoran Agent’s stay, would be good for the creatures that lurk the night.

“What should we do with our agents, Meczoth?” One of the Telvanni Agent’s asked Meczoth as he took some journals from the dead agents.

“Well… We take them home… to Sadrith Mora where they can get a burial” Meczoth said and took the dead scout over his shoulders and started walking, he looked back at the agents giving them a clear sign that they were not leaving anyone behind.

Meczoth walked into the Telvanni Council with Arvel as the councilors was standing on their usual places and wanted an explanation. They looked in a way disappointed at Meczoth as he stepped in with his head looking down, he wasn’t to happy about this knowing they would give him some hard lessons about how they do things.

“Meczoth, step forward” the Archmagister said. Meczoth stepped into the light – into the middle of the room looking around on the Councilors.

“You were sent on an important mission, a leader of an important mission. And that was to do what Meczoth?” The Archmagister asked.

“It was to take my men and travel to Ald’Ruhn to kill the Redoran Agent’s that murdered our agents in Ald’Ruhn” Meczoth admitted.

“And why didn’t you do that then Meczoth, those agents brutally killed two of our most trusted agents with our other agents” The Archmagister questioned Meczoth looking down on him.

“We met on a party of five Redoran Agent’s and we knew there was at least seven and that meant that two was gone. So I gave orders to attack, we attack them and near the end of the battle we got ambushed by five more and we lost three and they lost ten. And I thought it was enough as we also had captured one” Meczoth replied as he saw how the Telvanni Agent’s was killed on the hill seeing the blood slowly going down the hill.

“Meczoth… Your order was to kill those who had done it, not kill ten Redoran Agent’s that didn’t have anything to do with it!” The Archmagister said brutally to Meczoth, only making him lean back.

“We are not going to punish you Meczoth, but we hope you know that you were responsible for the deaths of those three agents. And that you neither followed orders and you gave the wrong ones” he paused “But you managed to kill ten of them and capture one, and that is good” He said to Meczoth.

“I though you would be pleased to know we had killed ten, even as we lost three. And what could we even have found out about the murder of Jaaz and Sendora!? I captured one, and he didn’t tell me anything so I guess those skilled Redoran Agent’s would rather kill themselves then be captured by us!” Meczoth said getting quite aggressive to the council.

“This is enough Meczoth… I don’t want any big discussion lead by rage, this meeting is over” the Archmagister said calmly.

Meczoth closed his eyes; he was getting more and angrier of this behavior.
“Discussion led by rage, as far as I know this was about revenge! To teach the Redoran we are not weak by killing their agents. And we killed ten, but on a cost that those who wanted to attack the Redoran fell. And I thought I would manage to get to Ald’Ruhn, but after talking with the one we had captured I doubt we would get any information whether we had the dead bodies of Jaaz and Sendora or if we had captured the guilty…” Meczoth said before he turned against Arvel, he looked into his eyes. Arvel was a good friend, and he knew Arvel wasn’t the one who ordered this mission.

“I’ve told everything. Now you can do what you want with me, but I wont let the murder on my friends and those agents lost on the mission go un-paid by the Redoran” Meczoth said before he opened the door and going out, trying to control his anger. As he was about to shut the door Master Aryon spoke out…

“Meczoth… The Redoran won’t let this go un-paid too; they might even sneak into Sadrith Mora to kill the captured one. And for that I doubt they will use recruits, have this one your mind Meczoth” He said to Meczoth, but Meczoth didn’t answer but neither ignored it. He stepped out of the Council Hall and walked out of Sadrith Mora to the little hill and sat down looking out over the ocean, as Arvel came down and sat beside him.