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]

The sun was rising, it was a site Meczoth hadn’t seen a long time. He looked at his scimitar in his hand, the fine edge, full of blood. The blade was strong enchanted and gleamed in a dark red color when it killed, it had been carried by the warriors in Meczoth family for a long time. But it was a rare time when he used it, he kept to his spear that belonged to an ancient saint that had blessed the first father of his family.

“Think they will come after him?” Meczoth said to Arvel as he sat down besides him.

“Would we have done it, risked our lives to not give out information to Redoran?” Arvel asked Meczoth as he looked out at the rising sun.

“I actually don’t know, it would clearly show a sign that Redoran has something very important their hiding that has worth as much as a mans life” Meczoth said, looking into Arvel’s eyes as they were reflecting the sun rise. Arvel looked to the side at Meczoth.

“Has anything worth as much as a life of a person?” Arvel replied. Meczoth didn’t look surprised that Arvel always never answered questions and rather asked him back. It was what he always had done, not answering questions that we might already know.

“As much!? The Redoran Agent’s that killed Jaaz and Sendora haven’t worth nothing!” Meczoth demanded.

“They have… for Redoran” Arvel replied.

Meczoth leaned back into the fresh grass. Looking up to the sky, he thought much about the Redoran for the time. It was weird how he couldn’t keep his mind on anything else.

“Listen Meczoth, the Great Houses will always be and there might come more Houses. But there will always be a silent war because of our believes. The only thing that would make Redoran attack and kill the captured one was if they have already planned an attack on us or wage fulltime war. It also means that our captured one might be easy to break and get information out off…” Arvel said rising up, looking down at Meczoth as he was looking once again on his scimitar.

“You know your scimitar is more powerful then your spear don’t you? Its blade is crafted through old and powerful magic, don’t forget to use it” Arvel said to Meczoth before walking away.

Meczoth knew this, the blade, the sword was a great weapon. But be thought it was cursed, all fathers in his family had fallen by that sword in combat. Meczoth had dedicated himself to the golden spear before he even got the scimitar. He still remembers all the great enemies he has defeated by using the spear. He took up the spear, it was quite long and was totally made up of gold as his scimitar. It had fine runes and small markings of the Dunmer Gods in it. Its black shaped like a flame, Meczoth truly loved it more then anything he possessed.

Next day Meczoth had got a letter from the Telvanni Council. He knew it was about new or the old order to kill the Redoran Agent’s. He stepped into the Council Hall, only seeing the Archmagister walking around with his hands on his back looking up into the air, thinking…

“Greetings Meczoth, nice that you could come. Please take a seat here, we have things to talk about Redoran and Telvanni” Archmagister Gothren said to Meczoth showing him a chair.

“Whats this about?” Meczoth said, he didn’t go to sit down on the chair. He would rather know what this was about.

“You see, you took the journals from all the dead. But something is wrong, its one missing. From the scout, it’s not any of those you gave me. And it’s good that we all know not to write down the most important things in those journals. But the scout, his name was Seath” he paused for a while. “He had an important meeting, in Vivec with one of our agents. And I asked him to write that in his journal before I knew we needed to take the decision of going into Ald’Ruhn” Archmagister Gothren said, looking almost nervous. “I want you to go to Vivec and seek out a man named Jecross, be careful if you ask any. He might have information about our agent’s who were murdered in Ald’Ruhn”

“What? You’re saying that you sent us on a mission where we lost three men and could have lost more when you had a guy in Vivec who could give us that information we were looking for, without even risking combat against Redoran?” Meczoth replied, he was angry now. He knew he was one of the reasons they lost the three agents while attacking the Redoran Agents but this was just stupid he thought.

“It will take you almost a week down and up to secure you’re not beeing followed or anyone even knowing your there” Archmagister Gothren said, Gothren wasn’t quite sure if he really could trust Meczoth here. But due to the risk agents would be there it was either him or Arvel, and Arvel was quite important to question the captured and setting up a new mission.

“But I took all the journals and I killed those who killed Seath…” Meczoth said confused.

“Well I don’t know, but its not here. Maybe you forgot it, but it’s no time to waste now. Lets not take any chances in ignoring this! Go to Vivec and seek out Jecross!” Gothren demanded giving Meczoth the sign to leave for Vivec.

Meczoth went out and to his house; he took his armor out from his chest. He didn’t dress like a Telvanni now and took his old Steel Armor one in his party made for him. It was only for the right arm, chest, stomach and legs. Was a good armor, enchanted and Meczoth had used it many times, leaving some marks from enemies on the fine surface. Meczoth grabbed his sack putting all necessary in it before taking his scimitar and bow with him. He knew it wasn’t smart to take a spear into the small and tight rooms of Vivec; he had no chance to attack or defend himself. Meczoth stepped out to be escorted by a guard down to the docks where he walked in to the wet boat before it raised its sails and disappeared out in the morning mist.

And that was the end of Chapter I