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Previously on KOTNNK...Galasafon turned up inside Fort Freedom just in time to save Caroline Mcwylde from Marrick Gellert...At present, he is holding onto the unconcious body of Gellert on fellow Knight Kelleryn Oreyn's horse, headed(-ish) for New Kvatch...
As for his past...1.11 – Galasafon. (pt.1)Commander J’Drell, our assets on The Summerset Isle report complete and horrifying success of the operation... The Crystal Tower and the entire of Alinor, right the way down to Sunhold... Having removed fully one third of the island with the explosion, and your own success against the Navy, it would seem that the Aldmeri Dominion has collapsed entirely... It would probably be an excellent humanitarian gesture for the Empress to offer aid to the Isles, given that no-one other than the eight of us (well, seven now) know about the Island operation... The Geo-Morph suggests that keeping an eye out for dimming of the sun and any seismic activity along the Gold Coast is advisable...
I do hope the cost was worth it...
May the Nine forgive us...
- Edited sections of the report to Knight-Commander J’Drell by General Eshe Deaconsson, Knights Shadow. 3E 604. Sun’s Dusk
, 3E 432
He opened his eyes.
He was leaning his back against the rock as he caught his breath. Why was he running again?
The Bosmer frowned.
An arrow passed mere inches from his face and he suddenly had an idea why. Feeling like up the road was really the best option, he ran.Who the hell was he? Why did these people want to kill him? What the
Hells was this red diamond in the middle of his armour? It meant something didn’t it? Damn damn damn.
The Bosmer knew the answer was there, just out of reach. He blinked the tears away from his eyes.
Suddenly, the world changed. Frowning, he passed an arrow that was floating in the air. Looking up, the birds were standing still. There was a roar as the air was pushed past him. What the Hells was
Something hit him from behind and he pitched forward. The Bosmer managed to get his hands over his head before he hit the ground. A giant woman in gold armour – what there was of it – started pummelling him. He put his hand up, said a word he didn’t remember and the woman flew backwards.
Instantly he was on his feet and again and running. The world changed again. He looked down and cried out. He couldn’t see his legs! In his shock he stopped. The golden clad woman ran past him and didn’t slow down. He turned and looked back the way he came. There were several more of the armoured women charging up the road, as well as a few others, armoured or otherwise. What the Hells have I
Shrugging, the Bosmer started running again. Suddenly he remembered why he was headed this way. Laughing, he put his head down and charged.
The white and grey armoured Bosmer thought he’d reached the clearing well before the crowd following him, but on turning around he discovered they were far too close for comfort.
Damn, he thought to himself. He chewed his lip and swept his shoulder length dark hair back out of his face. Then he looked into the grove at the end of the road.
He knew that through the roiling, seething, glowing orb that sat in the middle of the grove like a miniature sun, lay where he needed to be. Why, he wasn’t sure, or – indeed – where that actually was, but he was absolutely certain that was where he needed
The golden armoured woman from earlier was walking around the grove, looking outwards. He watched the woman slowly turning a circle.
Hugging the wall either side of the entrance to the grove. He knew he was out of time.
“If I may suggest...Sir,” the last word was dripping with sarcasm, delivered by a seemingly bored voice beside him.
The Bosmer jumped and fire appeared around one hand, ready – it seemed – to be launched at the newcomer. “Who the kriffing Hells are you
“Oh dear, about to be incinerated again,” the close-crop haired man sighed, “very
The man frowned then narrowed his eyes and looked down into the Bosmer’s. Sighing deeply, he turned away. “I fear, My Lord that the Lady Relmyna’s ministrations have left you...At a disadvantage...And if you are here alone...I fear for...” There was a pause, “I’m so sorry, sir.” The man’s eyes seemed genuinely sad when he turned back, but then hardened again. The smartly dressed man looked down the road, “It would seem we are about to be overrun...Sir. If you would permit me to offer several words?”
The Bosmer nodded.
The man said some words and told the Bosmer to repeat them.
Instantly, the air seemed to thicken and a great chill descended on the grove. A thick fog obscured everything. Light dimmed and noise was swallowed up. Although the Bosmer could still see the road in front of him, his actual destination had been hidden by the cold and clammy fog.
“Wow.” Said the Bosmer.
“Indeed,” said the slender man with his eyebrow raised, “really most
impressive...Now, with your permission My Lord, if you truly
intend to leave these lands to its fate and return to Mundus, would you at least transfer the Word of Rule to one who would try keep the lands in...Order?” There was the hint of an amused grin and one eyebrow twitched.
“Umm,” the little grey eyed Knight started to say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about at all. Rule?..Me
?..I don’t even know where I am
for the Nine’s sake.” The Bosmer frowned deeply “The Nine...” He shook his head, “Do you mean give whatever to you
The man nodded. “It seems these last few months with you here have left the land...Better. I find I am...” The slender, well spoken man’s face contorted somewhat into a wince, “Happy.
It seems I’m compelled to do the...Right thing.” The man’s face looked as though he’d trodden in something foul.
The Bosmer shrugged, “Okay. How do I do it then?”
“Put your hand on my arm and repeat these words, Lord, and it will be done.”
Words were spoken, there was a flash, the man winced and then there was...No change.
“Did it work?” asked the Bosmer.
“Oh yes,” said the man, his eyes flashing amusement. He turned, raised a hand and a glowing barrier appeared a little way down the road. “That should hold them for a while...
“Right, my former and future Lord, I believe you were leaving. All you need to do is get through her
,” the man inclined his head towards the grove, “and I think you will need these
for that.” He opened his hands and an ebony sword and shield appeared.
The Bosmer grabbed them, put the shield on his arm and swept the sword about experimentally.
good Sir. Time is
of the essence...”
“Thank you.” The Bosmer said. “Umm...I really
don’t remember your name.”
“Haskill, my great and little Lord.” Said the man with a smile and an outstretched hand.
The Bosmer smiled back, shook the offered hand and asked. “So what is my
“I believe you once told me that your name out there,” Haskill gestured towards the grove again, “was Galasafon.”
The Bosmer raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
Haskill actually laughed, “Yes, Sir, really
“One more thing, Sir. You are now vastly
different to when you came here. You are now possessed of - so-called - Godly powers. They will affect you on Mundus...Profoundly
...Take care, won’t you?”
Galasafon nodded just as the firebolts started exploding against Haskill’s barrier.
“Farewell for now My Lord, and good luck...and...Thank you.” Haskill winced and shuddered.
“Will you be alright?”
Haskill nodded, pointed a thumb backwards and said, “As they say elsewhere, Go
Galasafon smiled, ran, met the golden armoured woman head on, and in a flurry of sword against sword, then sword point through chest, the fight was done.
Galasafon looked back, but the fog was still obscuring the muffled sounds of battle. Still feeling like he’d forgotten so much, he stepped through the portal.
Haskill finished off the last of his attackers, and he brushed his hands together as if clearing them of crumbs.
He turned to the grove, then, dispelling the fog, he walked towards the portal.
“Well,” he said raising an eyebrow, “we can’t be having you coming back any time soon can we?”
He made a half-box shape, touching the tips of his fingers to each other. Then he crushed his hands together. The portal exploded searing everything still living within a mile of the grove.
Haskill watched the explosion from the inside, protected by the power so recently given to him.
When it was all done, Haskill looked at the place where the grove used to be and smiled. He turned to walk down the road.
Then he blanched.
“Ooooh...That was such
a pretty wee burning laddie!!...I never thought you had it in you!!...” The newcomer narrowed his eyes... “Well, ya didnae did ye?..They were mine
, then they were his
, but now they are yours
? How very peculiar
...Well...I cannae stand here all day gossiping like an old woman...” The bearded man frowned and patted himself, “I’m no an old woman this time am I?...That would
be odd...Even for me
!...Ha-haaa!...” The man took on a murderous look. “The power’s mine
Gaius Prentus walked out of his tent, a fur blanket covering his shoulders against the chill of the night air. It was late in the year, so the nights were longer and colder. But still, the view of the stars kind of made up for it
, he thought to himself looking up into the star strewn blackness.
He looked at the remains of his fire and added some of the dried wood that had been sent with the latest supply boat. Pulling the blanket tighter around him as he waited for it to catch, he silently thanked the Nine for his sister’s twice weekly visits with fresh food and supplies.
Looking up the hill towards the bane of his life, he sighed to himself and swore. He stood, walked into his large tent, opened his food trunk, picked up a couple of apples, closed the lid again. Then he went to a second trunk and brought out another blanket. Gaius thought briefly, put his load down, picked up and fastened his sword to his hip, grabbed the blanket and apples, then walked out of the tent again. He tied it shut and walked up the slope towards the giant stone arch.
It had appeared from nowhere, and although no-one could say for sure when it had turned up exactly
, it hadn’t been there twelve months ago. For nine of those Gaius had stood sole guard of it. Keeping all but the most desperate out of the damned thing, and despatching the worst of the gibbering fools that came back
through from it, raving and waving swords around like they’re fighting daemons. Surely
he was due a break soon, but no, the Commander of the Bravil Guard seemed content to leave him there, sole candle against the...Whatever darkness that lay through that
As he came to the top of the hill, he turned and looked at Bravil. The torches and lamps along the walls were burning brightly and inviting. He could see an orange glow rising up from the lamps in the heart of the city. Thousands of lives still going about the business of living. Thousands of loves still burning passionately in thousands of hearts. His heart ached to be away from here and back in his home again. Aliya
. He blinked the tears away and shook his head.
He turned around to the portal and called out, “S’fara...” His voice caught briefly, and he tried again stronger. “S’fara!!..”
“You cannot see me!!” Came the reply from behind the rocks to his right.
“Yes dear, that’s right. I’ve brought you up some apples and another blanket.” He placed them on top of the rock he was next to.
Gaius heard a scuffling and then the Khajiit woman appeared. She looked at him and just stood there. Sighing, he turned around and looked at the archway. Without hearing any approach, the blanket was moved and he could hear the apples being crunched. The Khajiit made an appreciative noises in her throat.
Gaius turned to look at the woman. If he could convince her to go for a swim to clean herself up, he thought she’d be pretty - as much as he was able to say with the cat people. But sadly, all attempts usually resulted in a hissing “You cannot see me!!” It’s not like I was going to stand there gawping
, he thought to himself.
S’fara finished the apples. She looked at him, then down, and then back at the Imperial. “S’fara.” She said and touched her chest. Gaius was pretty sure this was her way of saying thank you. Despite his initial misgivings, he’d been sharing some of his supplies with her for a good while now, and his sister had joked that she should bring the priest from the Chapel of Mara to make the marriage official. He’d laughed lightly with her, but really. No.
“Come down to the fire S’fara, it’ll be warmer.” He offered again, like he had each day since the season had turned colder.
The Khajiit just tilted her head, like she had each day. He was about to sigh and walk back down when S’fara said her name and looked down. She walked up to him and linked her arm with his. A lump stuck in his throat. He cleared it and turned to walk down when S’fara sniffed. Her head turned towards the portal and she sniffed harder. Knowing what this usually meant, Gaius sighed and drew his sword.
S’fara walked towards the portal sniffing and growling quietly.
The portal was flickering. Which was unusual in itself. Gaius snorted and smiled grimly, he was stood next to something he’d gleaned down the months as being a portal going to somewhere called The Shivering Isles, and now, this
A shape fell out of the light. The khajiit started towards it, but Gaius grabbed S’fara’s arm. She hissed at him, but stopped. “Please
stay here.” He said to her. The Khajiit tilted her head, looked towards the shape and back to the Imperial. Finally she looked down. Gaius nodded, said thank you, and walked slowly forward towards the shape. When he was close enough to, Gaius recognized the armour and ran to the man. “You! I thought you’d died months
The Bosmer opened his eyes.
“Ouch.” The Knight of The Nine said. He looked up at Gaius and frowned, seemingly with effort of concentration. “Umm...Prentus...Yes, Prentus...” The Bosmer sat up. “Months? And you’re still
here?” The Bosmer blinked and shook his head. “No, I’m not dead... Not quite...Well...I think we’re talking point of view here.”
Gaius looked to the portal’s still flickering and gestured with his sword. “Will anyone else be joining us?”
hope not, but looking at that, I’d say it would be a good idea to get away from it, yes?”
Gaius sheathed his sword and slipped an arm under Galasafon’s shoulders and helped him stand. Gaius could tell the man was weak, so continued to help the Bosmer away from the portal. “S’fara!” the Imperial called, “Come down to the camp. You’ll be safer there until I can come back up...Come on!!”
The Khajiit had walked up towards the portal, sniffing and growling. Suddenly S’fara had flattened her ears and bared her fangs. The hissing started and Gaius realised that something was really
The portal was pulsing, then disappearing, then flashing back on, then it was pulsing a deep, vivid and livid bruise coloured purple.
He and the Bosmer were - by now - at the top of the ramp up from the shore-side camp. Gaius turned them around and saw how close S’fara was to the portal. He let go of Galasafon, who promptly dropped to his knees.
Gaius heard the Bosmer cry “Prentus!! No!!” But all he could think of was S’fara. Even Gaius
could feel that something was coming now.
Then, the portal exploded.