|
|
|
Legacy, Book II of the Corruption Trilogy |
|
|
Zalphon |
Mar 16 2011, 02:15 AM
|
Knower
Joined: 17-March 10
From: Somewhere Outside Plato's Cave.
|
Prologue 4E 512
I knew they were coming. To them, we were bloodthirsty heretics. “May the Aedra and the Daedra aid us,” I prayed. “We have stood against the Kalinians for five years; give us the strength to survive.”
General Quick-Strike walked into the Courtyard. “Prepare to fight the Kalinians with all your might men,” he shouted. “Some of us will die, but they will be remembered forever when the last priest of Kalian Broodikus is slain!”
We were ready to die on the battle-field. We knew that most, if not all of us would die here. Emperor Gregory Matius had sent a battalion to devastate us here at the Ruins of Chorrol. General J’skooma walked in, “J’skooma knows that the above spirits will aid us.” We jogged to the main gate, ready to die for our faith.
“Leave no survivors,” the black-robed High Inquisitor ordered. “For each survivor I find, there will be ten men executed.” The gates burst open and an army of black chain-mail clad soldiers walked in. The chaos that followed rivaled the day that the Kalinians invaded the Imperial City. We were the last survivors and we were about to become extinct.
The High Inquisitor walked to the center of the battle. The Great Oak Tree that once stood here was gone. He muttered under his breath and then a nova of ebon-colored light burned into each of us. I watched my comrades scream in madness. They started killing each other and themselves while they screamed, “Help me, I’m surrounded!” or “They’re all over me.”
Everything went black when one of the Kalinian Clerics hit me in the back of the head with a mace. I awoke sometime later in a cave. “G-General, is that you?” I asked someone standing over me. “I-I-I failed you.”
The Argonian shook his head, “You didn’t fail me, Kelatar; it was I who failed you and everyone else there.” I could sense the despair in his voice, which was rare for an Argonian and almost never seen in the General.
“Where’s General J’skooma?” I asked inquisitively.
“J’skooma nearly died in the fight, but he’s alive. He’s sleeping. Also, you don’t have to call me General anymore…”
“I see, Gen—Quick-Strike.”
“Ashur, get your rest… In the morning we set for the Skingrad. When we arrive, stay close to me,” Quick-Strike ordered. “I have an old contact there that may be able to help us.” “Hmm,” I thought. “I hope the General knows what he’s doing.”
This post has been edited by Zalphon: Mar 27 2011, 12:29 AM
--------------------
"You have the same twenty-four hours as me; don't be mad just because you don't use yours like I do." -Tupac Shakur
|
|
|
|
Petra Arkanian |
Mar 16 2011, 04:00 AM
|
Agent
Joined: 6-December 10
From: Stuck in The Planes Of Oblivion
|
Hey, that's pretty good! I'll be tracking this one. *J'skooma... chuckle*
--------------------
|
|
|
|
Destri Melarg |
Mar 20 2011, 10:28 AM
|
Mouth
Joined: 16-March 10
From: Rihad, Hammerfell
|
QUOTE(Zalphon @ Mar 15 2011, 06:15 PM) “For each survivor I find, there will be ten men executed.”
Now this is a policy that I don't imagine they advertise on the recruiting poster! QUOTE(Petra Arkanian @ Mar 15 2011, 08:00 PM) *J'skooma... chuckle*
That's General J'Skooma, Petra!
--------------------
|
|
|
|
Zalphon |
Apr 2 2011, 09:47 PM
|
Knower
Joined: 17-March 10
From: Somewhere Outside Plato's Cave.
|
Chapter One: The Ranger
I awoke to the sound of silence. The sound of sweet silence was beautiful. I crept out of the Caverns to get some fresh air. A leather-covered hand was placed over my mouth and a dagger to my throat from behind. “You’re brave to come out this far, Kalinian,” a hissing voice whispered. “Why are you here in my territory?”
The hand moved and I whispered, “I’m not a Kalinian. I’m a traveler.”
“I know you’ve been venturing with Kalian’s old companions, but why?” he asked. “Are you a thrall to Quick-Strike and J’skooma?” He was genuinely curious; however his curiosity didn’t mean he’d move his blade.
“I’m traveling with them, because they are—were my officers when the rebellion was strong,” I stated. “Why do you care? I’m simply passing through these parts, Assassin.”
“Adamus Draconis,” Quick-Strike glared. “I thought Kalian killed you.” The Argonian’s eyes were trained on Adamus. Who was Adamus? And why did Quick-Strike venture with Kalian? The blade was released from my neck and I walked towards the General.
“He did,” Adam replied. “Sometime after Zalphon died, I was reborn in Valenwood. When I prayed to the Nine to give me warmth, my prayers went unanswered. I lost my connection to the gods; however I reconnected with nature and learned the Path of the Ranger.”
“You’re a Ranger?” Quick-Strike questioned. “You may wear the clothing and wield the weapons, but nature shies away from vampires. You know this to be true, so why do you claim the title?”
“When I was reborn, I retained the benefits of my curse, but not the consequences,” the Ranger responded. “It is almost as if it was a gift from Molag Bal. I simply heard the call, Old Friend.”
“How did you find us?” I asked inquisitively. “We haven’t left the roads since we left for a cave to sleep in.”
“I was near the Ruined City when the battle went on,” he explained. “I overheard the fighting and watched. When I found you were alive, I made sure that I didn’t lose you.”
“Why?” I asked Adam. “Why am I so special?”
“You’re a member of the Broodikus Bloodline…”
--------------------
"You have the same twenty-four hours as me; don't be mad just because you don't use yours like I do." -Tupac Shakur
|
|
|
|
|
|
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
|
|