Redemption Of A Vampire, Commander, vampire, exile,andHisRedemp.. Options

[Justinj115]

My first story, inspired by my cannibalism topic. there wont be any cannibalism though. cuz i know how most of you guys hate it. its about a general who fought in the invasion of Vvardenfell, who turns into a vampire.


Draconius the Commander, Vampire, Exile, and his Redemption

It is the beginning of the Third Era, more than 400 years before the coming of the Nerevarine Incarnate. Tiber Septim has ordered the invasion of Vvardenfell, and I General Draconius, have been charged with the task to command one of the legions in this invasion.

Imperial Flagship, Inner Sea

“The Dark Elves have sent a pathetic fleet against us, it appears they are breaking”, said Admiral Tiberius with a smirk. “But the plans have changed, the Blades give us intelligence that the waters around the Ascadian Isles are heavily armed with another fleet, they have masses in this area to prevent a direct landing on the shores around Vivec. Draconius, you and you’re legion will land on the Bitter Coast, take them through the swamps and strike at Balmora. Same with you Quintus, but have your legion go to Ald Ruhn, to protect Draconius’s flank.”
New plan, I didn’t like it. I boarded my landing ship, and with 10 ships others we saild towards the Bitter Coast. It was a foggy day, not so great for a battle in my opinion. There was a light rain coming from the sky. This wasn’t good, we are landing on swamps along the Bitter Coast, who knows what kind of diseases and creatures were lurking around. Also it would be a great place for an ambush against my troops. Though I knew I was headed for battle, I felt quite relax, even though its only my 5th year in the legion, it was like business as usual. It was time to plan the landing, I looked to my second command.

“Julius, after we land and secure the area, tell the men to form a tight column. I don’t want us spread out, I know there is an ambush somewhere out there.”

“Yes General!”

Minutes later the ships landed simultaneusly, then men jumped off running up the beach head. I disembarked, and trotted up to the trealine. The smell was terrible, though it was a swamp I should have known. Usually when there is a landing, the arrows are flying, men are charging up the beach head being pelted. Then clashing with and enemy that has the advantage. I was expecting heavy losses, but there wasn't a single Dark Elf wearing pathetic bonemold armor in sight.

“Julius, tell the officers to dress like regular infantry, I don’t want the archers picking us off”

I followed as well. That was the thing about battle, the enemy commanders will always attack the person or unit that is different from all the rest, that is why I want everybody the same. It will help to keep as many officers alive as I can.

Then men quickly formed a tight column and we started to march towards the Odai Plateau, then to Balmora. Marching through the swamps was very uncomfortable, I wonder how Quintus’s army is doing, that just landed a few miles North.

I knew the men were uncomfortable and weary. Wading through the swamps in their armor was making them tired, the healers would be doing alot of work soon. With all the diseases i bet we are going to catch going through here.

After half an hour of marching a horn blew, it followed with shrieks and screams. Pathetic Dunmer battle cry I thought. But the ambush I predicted has come.

“Defensive positions” I screamed.

My column was attacked from both sides by a band of Redoran soldiers. I hated not being able to fight in the open, that’s where the Imperial Legions perform their best, that’s what they are designed for. Not this guerrila warfare. The Redoran soldiers were quite effective and fierce. Though it was a smaller force, they were able to subdue many of my own men because of the conditions.

One of them came at me a with a longsword screaming and striked downward at my head. This was the perfect strike for a legionnaire, for in basic training, this is the first type strike that a legionnaire is taught to defend against. With little effort I raised my shield and blocked the blow, and then with a stab, i sent my blade straight through his abdomen. The Dunmer man fell to his knees, and I pushed him off my blade with a kick to the chest. I brought down three more Dunmer, and then I looked around. The heavy casualties I expected at the beach landing has come.

After only minutes of fighting, the few Redoran soldiers left began to route. The stench of the swamp became even greater with all the bodies floating around.

We pushed north, further and further. Until my unit arrived at Balmora, it has already been abandoned as expected. I gave orders to allow the men plunder the town, we would make camp here for the day then march through the Foyoda Mamaea onwards to the city of Vivec tomorrow. The Dark Elf armies will be no match for the Imperial Legion, for we will be marching through open farmland. There can be no ambush out there.

I slept at one of the abandonded manors. Before I went to bed, I had a vision of myself at the City of Vivec. The farmlands around it burning, the bodies being thrown from the top of the cantons. Then myself marching up the palace steps ready to meet Lord Vivec, I even muttered the words I would say to him.

“Sign the treaty of surrender, or you can watch my legions raze your city to the ground. I will not stop, until every village and town on Vvardenfell has been burned, pillaged, rapped, and its inhabitants slaughtered. “

Ha, that would get him to sign the treaty. Then I could put him in chains and have him sent to Cyrodiil for the Emperor to see, then executed.

Morning came, with a messanger. And too my surprise Lord Vivec did sign a treaty, though it wasn’t surrender but a Armistice. The letter read-

“It appears that the Emperor has signed an armistice treaty with Lord Vivec. You and you’re unit are to remain at Balmora and await further orders. Remember, there is a cease fire, do not attack any factions unless attacked first. It is likely your unit will be pulled out of Vvardenfell and sent back to Cyrodiil. “

-Admiral Tiberius of the Imperial Navy

Damn, damn, damn, damn, I thought. Damn Lord Vivec, I wanted a war. I wanted to see him surrender. I wanted to see this land in flames. Well atleast no more of my men have to die, and they could return home sooner.

I ordered Quintus to form up the men, we were heading back to the swamps to bury the bodies of the fallen. It was disrespect to leave them laying out there, so I gathered all the men and we marched. Though I knew there was a cease fire, I still marched with caution.

The stench was really bad now. A combination of Vvardenfell nature and dead bodies of Imperials and Dunmer. I scouted around a bit, as the bodies were being picked up, and came across a tomb. I took five men, and decided to go inside.

It was dark, and stuffy. The air was cold, and I found it a bit hard to breath. We came into a room, and I opened a chest and found a nice ring inside. There were coffins inside. I knew these Dunmer tombs always have good stuff in them. But before I could react, a man jumped out from the dark corner of the room and bit me in the neck. I stumbled back, and my vision became blurry, and I saw the blood trickle down my armor. The last I remembered was my men stambing him repeatingly, but the man still wouldn’t go down, and there was something wrong with his eyes. They were pure white, he fell to his knees and made a hiss, like a snake. There was something odd about his teeth, he had fangs. I realized what he was, he was a vampire. I looked at the abomination in the eyes, in his dying breath, he muttered something I couldn't understand. A second passed, and then blackness...

This post has been edited by Justinj115: Oct 31 2005, 06:09 AM