The Knight, A Fan-Fiction Options

[Winter Wolf]

Awesome adventure Zalphon. I would love to see you as the director of a TES movie. It would be one crazy affair.

I also love your sig.
Exile of the Beth forums 2010. Ha, fantastic!!!

This post has been edited by Winter Wolf: Mar 23 2010, 06:11 AM

[Zalphon]

Does real life go smoothly? No way, you have a bunch of different things going on. Realism is good, just in moderation.

[Remko]

I agree with Destri.. although I would call it somewhat chaotic. That's not necessarily a bad thing, I always have to read your posts twice to fully comprehend it. Which I gladly do!

Nice one Z!

[mALX]

Wait, J'Skooma is a Khajiit, and Zalphon is a Dunmer....oh, oh no, does not compute... * ZZZZZZ-POW - mALX's head exploded *

This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 23 2010, 01:52 PM

[Zalphon]

Chapter Six: Soldiers

They reached the Recruitment Officer. He wore a suit of Imperial Platemail armor, like that of other Imperial Guards. He wore no helmet and had thinning, gray hair. His eyes were light blue and his skin was lightly tanned. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "Potential recruits?" His eyes gleamed in the sconce-light as he sat behind his desk.

"Yes Sir," Zalphon stated hastily. "When do we start?" His voice was eager. The Amulet he wore began to glow faintly.

"You can start next month," The Recruiter answered. "You'll be members of the Dragonblood Legion." His lips turned into a grin as he something down.

"What are your names?" He asked.

"I'm Zalphon, the Argonian is Quick-Strike, and the khajiit is Al--J'skooma," he said as he walked out. The two friends of his stayed in. The Dunmer looked down at the Amulet and noticed the violet gem was glowing very faintly.

Quick-Strike and J'skooma came out soon after. The Argonian asked, "Why did you leave so quickly?"

Zalphon retorted, "Why didn't you tell me J'skooma was my father!" Hatred filled his voice. The Amulet glowed slightly brighter. "Why, Quick-Strike? Why?"

"He told me if you failed not to tell you, so he wouldn't make you feel bad about having a freak for a father," Quick-Strike reluctantly stated. "I've known since the event, J'sk--Lord Alu'Kar and I were best friends, I served him as his personal assassin. Eliminating liches and rogue wizards throughout the lands. He didn't want to embarass you."

J'skooma said into thin air, "Scribs, why are we talking about scribs? You like scribs, I hate you!"

Zalphon pulled out his blade and hissed at Quick-Strike, "Kill me, Akatosh curse you!"

Quick-Strike pulled out his ebony short-sword and the ebony dagger. Zalphon slashed at Quick-Strike, but he parried. Quick-Strike thrusted, but Zalphon used his shield. The Amulet was glowing even brighter with it's black light. Zalphon tried to impale his friend and a second away from succeeding, time stopped.

J'skooma walked over to Zalphon and put the sword back in the sheathe. And unfroze time. Zalphon panicked as he knew that he was at the mercy of Quick-Strike. "Don't ever try to harm me again, Zalphon," Quick-Strike barked. "I've watched over you since you were an infant. Don't ever do it again..."

Zalphon nodded and the amulet's light extinguished. He pulled out the amulet and gently caressed it. It gave him strength, clarity of mind, agility, wisdom, a silver tongue, and everything else he'd ever need. But what he didn't know was as time went on it slowly darkened his soul. Zalphon shoved it back under his armor.

They headed for the King and Queen Inn. For the next week, they would rest, soon they'd be soldiers of the Legion...

[mALX]

Zalphon, you did an AWESOME job with a very emotionally charged scene! That may be the best I have ever seen you write, and emotional scenes are so hard to do, but you nailed it!

[Destri Melarg]

But what he didn't know was as time went on it slowly darkened his soul.

Ooooo, ominous! We should all be blessed with guardians like Quick-Strike and Al- J'Skooma at our back.

[Zalphon]

Chapter Seven: The Boat to Skyrim

Zalphon stood in his Imperial Platemail. At his belt in a sheathe was a silver longsword, and attached to his left arm was an Imperial kite-shield. To the right of him stood Battle-Mage J'skooma. He wore a similar uniform, but instead of a helmet he had an azure hood. To his left was Assassin Quick-Strike. He wore black clothing and at his belt was a silver shortsword and a silver dagger. They were in the Prison District. "You are being sent to Skyrim," The Captain barked. "It will be cold, icy cold. There is much work that needs to be done in the North. Rumors of necromancers spread freely in Winterhold. Missing people, we suspect vampires. And worse, a band of nords have started uprising against Imperial Rule. Head to the Waterfront and board the ship."

They obeyed dilligently and started marching to the ship. Zalphon looked to his companions and whispered, "I'm looking forward to Skyrim, the cold, the war, the despair." Glee was in his voice. The Amulet glowed faintly under his armor.

"I am disturbed by your actions lately," Quick-Strike responded. "You seem a bit more blood-thirsty than I've ever seen you."

They reached the boat and got in. It was a large, wooden boat. Huge sails were on the deck, but they headed down to the lower areas of the boat. There were beds, supplies, and in the shadows something humanoid. Quick-Strike drew his short-sword and stepped closer. In the corner was a dark elf with a scar on his left eye. He wore raggedy clothing and asked, "What is your name?"

"Qui--" Quick-Strike managed to say, but was interrupted by Zalphon. "Zalphon Broodikus, Corporal of the Imperial Legion." The Dunmer with the scar snickered.

"The name is Jiub, I warn you now, beware of the amulet, young Zalphon. Beware," he muttered. Quick-Strike and J'skooma both rose a brow. Then when they looked back at Jiub he was gone.

"What, the amulet is mine, and only mine," The Dunmeri Corporal hissed. "You can't touch it!"

Quick-Strike sighed. "I will have that amulet and hopefully J'skooma can examine it," the Argonian thought.

[Destri Melarg]

I always wondered what happened to Jiub after the boat drops the main character off in Morrowind. And now you have me curious about this amulet. I am eager to see what happens next.

[mALX]

Yes! I agree with Destri - This story has to be one of your best yet!

[Zalphon]

I always wondered what happened to Jiub after the boat drops the main character off in Morrowind. And now you have me curious about this amulet. I am eager to see what happens next.

This is 5 years before the beginning of Morrowind, heh

[Zalphon]

Chapter Seven: The Amulet's Secrets

The moon was high in the sky. Most of the soldiers slept, except for the three heroes. J'skooma argued with a stool over the moon and the sun and which one tasted more like Cyrodiilic Brandy. Zalphon tucked his amulet beneath his shirt and said to the others, "Good Night, Friends." The Dunmer stepped towards a hammock and layed on it. J'skooma got into a hammock soon after the Dunmer.

Quick-Strike looked into the ocean. The calm, silvery waters. The Argonian snuck into the sleeping quarters and saw the hammocks were beds to hundreds of soldiers. He walked over to Zalphon and pulled the amulet from beneath the shirt. His eyes widened, his breathing grew fast, just like heart-rate.

The runes surrounded in the violet gem were in an ancient language. "The Amulet of Lord Korvinus Broodikus." Quick-Strike thought hastily, "L-L-Lord Korvinus, he is the great grandfather of Lord Alu'Kar. It is said he died to an adventurer, but his soul was never claimed. It was thought he placed it in an object... The Amulet..."

Quick-Strike firmly gripped his hands around the amulet and tried to yank it from Zalphon. It was stuck. Zalphon whispered in his necromantic slumber, "Yes, Lord Korvinus. If that is your will, it shall be done." His dreams were that of serving Lord Korvinus. The ancient lich was whispering to him in his sleep.

Zalphon's eyes shot open and he hissed, "Do not touch the Amulet!" Quick-Strike jumped back and Zalphon put his sword to the Argonian's throat.

"Touch it one more time, and I. Will. Kill. You," The Dunmer barked. Quick-Strike nervously backed away.

"S-s-sorry, Zalphon," The Assassin responded. "It won't happen again."

[mALX]

Woo Hoo Zalphon! Scary !!!

[Zalphon]

Chapter Eight: The Shadow Knight

Arrows slammed at the boat. The men looked out to see nords, barbarians. The Captain screamed, "All men to arms!" The boat was beginning to sink and off in the distance was an elderly man. He wore a suit of Nordic Ringmail Armor and wielded a huge Nordic-Steel Mace and a Kite-Shield to match. Zalphon looked off into the distance and this was no barbarian, it was their shaman. The ship crashed into the island. Blackness surrounded their vision.

Quick-Strike awoke with rope around his neck, his hands, and his feet in the shaman's room. He had only a loincloth on. J'skooma awoke with his robes in the middle of the strange barbarian village. Zalphon awoke in his suit of armor in front of the shaman. The Shaman hissed, "Why do you come here, Dark Elf?"

"I joined the Imperial Legion after my old allegiances deteriorated," Zalphon barked in response. The Amulet was glowing faintly. J'skooma walked in. His feet tracking snow and his breath being seen.

"Leave Lunarscar forever, and we might not kill you."

"You've just sealed your fate, Shaman."

Zalphon ripped his blade out of the scabbard and thrusted it into the chest of the shaman. He struggled to breathe with the blade in his chest. The Dunmer kicked the soon-to-be corpse off his sword and slammed open the door. The nords stared with their weapons ready. "You are all about to be dead, just like your shaman," The Dark Elf shouted. "Prepare for a new life, eternally serving me in undeath!"

The Amulet was a beacon of black light. He turned around and muttered a spell and the corpse rose. It's eyes were milky-blue, but it obeyed. "Kill them," Zalphon said. "All of them." The Armored Corpse rushed out and beat into his previous followers.

Quick-Strike slammed Zalphon against a wall and with fury hissed, "What in the name of Akatosh are you doing, Zalphon?!"

The Shadow Knight responded, "Beginning my conquest of Tamriel. I will have this world at its knees. I will dominate all of Tamriel and rule with an iron fist of the living dead. You can serve me, and J'skooma as well."

"You're walking down a path I can't follow," J'skooma responded.

Quick-Strike stated, "If this is what you want, you'll go through me." The Argonian frowned and a tear rolled down his scaley cheek as he drew his weapons. The Dark Elf grinned as he slashed. The Assassin parried with his shortsword and thrusted with his dagger.

"I always loved you, Quick-Strike. I'll make your death final," Zalphon said with sincerity. His shield slammed into the Argonian's face and his sword went down to his throat.

Quick-Strike hissed, "Kill me. You've become the very thing you've sworn to destroy. Evil."

As Zalphon lifted his blade above his head to perform the coup de grace, J'skooma muttered a spell. Suddenly him and the argonian were teleported to the Imperial City. Quick-Strike whispered, "This isn't the end, J'skooma. We'll have to kill him."

Zalphon stared in disbelief. He roared, "I'll kill you, Quick-Strike!" Then he walked out and saw the dead village. With a complex spell, they all stood up. Then suddenly he was teleported by the amulet to a tower. The Obsidian Tower.

"The dream you had, this is where it occured. Welcome to your tower," The Amulet telepathically stated. "We're in the Black Marsh, where no mortal man or mer can survive, except for argonians. Quick-Strike and J'skooma will come along with somebody else."

Zalphon responded, "I'll be ready... I'll be ready."

[mALX]

I've scanned this and will give a deeper read when I have more time - all I have to say is: ARGH - don't make this the last chapter of The Knight - this is my favorite of all your stories! ARGH !!!!!

[Zalphon]

This is the last chapter of Book One of the Zalphon Series. The next book will be: The Shadow Knight's Empires. Set five years later. Zalphon has armies of the living dead serving him. Quick-Strike leads a monastery of monks and assassins dedicated to serving the Nine. J'skooma like usual is still with his most loyal servant, Quick-Strike.

[mALX]

Oh good, so the story will continue - whew! I know this story "The Knight" - someone on the BGSF was saying they were addicted to the story and hated to not know the ending.

[Zalphon]

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4446

Is a link to the continuation of the story.