I give up...I tried to stick to a schedule...But I can't...Take your time...They're not going anywhere...
...1.4 – Old Friends....On the day the God War started, the God pulled two souls from the maelstrom and put them down on the fields of Aetherius.
“You have both ever been my Champions.” He said to them.
I never was.” Said one.
The God smiled genuinely at him “I did like you.” Then he said, “I give you both a choice, but once it is made, it cannot be unmade. One choice offers an end. The other...Never. Stay, or go back. But if you choose to go back, there will be consequences, and I will not be able to help you.”
The other looked to someone standing beyond the God. “I’m staying. I can and
will do no more. Enough.” He looked at his oldest friend and said goodbye. He looked to the God, nodded, then walked to the someone, and went on.
The God said quietly “As it should be,” then looked at the one and raised his eyebrow.
“Back.” The one said, “And I never was your Champion you know?”
The God laughed. The God put him back in the ruins. The God went hunting...
Taken from The God War, Book 1. – Author Unknown. Discovered in the Great Chapel of Alfarn, Bravil. 4E 01.
Knight-Commander Robert McWylde awoke, still sat in his chair near the hearth. While he had slept, a blanket had been put on him, covering his legs.
The clock on the mantle had the time as five in the morning. Looking about, he could see light through the curtains. Beyond the windows they covered, lay the city of New Kvatch.
Despite the lateness - or even the earliness - of hour, the fire in the grate still had some life, and by the smell there were still torches and candles lit.
He could hear the turning pages of a book somewhere behind him.
Robert looked towards the door and saw the Dark-Elf Maloryn, seeming similarly asleep on a chair with his legs stretched out across part of the door. Watchdog
, McWylde thought to himself.
“Ah, Robert. Excellent.” Said a voice from the other side of the room. “Here, a drink my friend.”
McWylde turned, smiled and extended a hand to his old friend. “Really? Archmage Ormandin playing nursemaid?”
The High-Elf raised an eyebrow in amusement “Yes well, if you tell anyone I shall deny ever knowing you at all
.” The Altmer turned his head and gestured to the now fully alert Dark-Elf. Maloryn frowned questioningly but the High-Elf just waved him and gestured as if down the corridor outside. The Dunmer quietly left the room.
Archmage Seri Ormandin sat in the chair on the opposite side of the hearth and stared into the fire for a while. “If I’d known how much that ceremony had taken out of you...” He began.
“Nonesense,” said McWylde, “it’s just been a long few days is all.” He sighed and took another drink of the water. “It’s the curse again. Lighting the Allfire in the Chapel must have taken it out of me somewhat.” He smiled grimly and raised his cup to the fire. “The Nine bless High-Priest Madigan.”
Some High-Priests of the Nine had discussed the fact that the Dragonfires were no longer lit, and therefore Tamriel was still at risk from outside forces. They felt that some barrier needed to be in place. The High-Priest of Zenithar had put forward the idea of the Allfire, the combined might of The Nine. McWylde had been in on the discussions as the representative of Talos, but had remained neutral towards the whole thing. The other priests had agreed – mostly – so he had also said yes. Any extra protection from the Daedra was definitely
a good thing.
“Indeed,” Said Ormandin and echoed the salute, “Do not trouble yourself over Madigan, his voice was the loudest in calling for the Allfire to be lit. He knew
the risk. Did he not spend many days hereabouts planning for such a possibility?”
“I know,” McWylde’s bright green eyes moistened briefly, “Yes he did. He’d had everything planned.”
McWylde thought back just a few days to walking out of New Kvatch's main gate with the High-Priest to see the park overlooking the valley. “Heh, just in case this is the last time I get to see the place eh?” Madigan had said.
“Nonesense my friend, we’ll be here on this bench same time next week.”
A sadness came into Madigan’s eyes, “Bless you my boy,” he’d said patting the side of McWylde’s face. He’d then actually pulled the Knight-Commander’s head down and kissed the top of it! High-Priest of Zenithar, Fadrin Madigan smiled “It has been an honour and a privilege knowing you Robert. Be here for them
, always.” He’d gestured to the world.
He sighed, “Such a beautiful world...I have never thought Oblivion was really done with it, my boy. Watch and listen. They won’t shout so loud again.” Madigan looked up and over towards the coast.
“Ach, should be too lovely a day to be talking like this...Help me up my boy, we’ll walk some more.”
They’d walked amongst the young trees, not yet tall enough to produce canopy. “When the ritual is started we can’t
stop it. To light the Allfire, the Gods will
be called, and though no-one can see them, they will
be stood right behind us
, and their power will
flow through us
. I know you are God-blessed already but don’t forget my boy, you are also God-cursed
as well. I don’t think any
of us will be much use for a while.” He added quietly, “If ever again.”
McWylde had winced but said nothing.
Shortly though, he smiled again as the old priest laughed at a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower and marvelled that Madigan could see Buzzards wheeling over the woods in the valley.
Suddenly the old man stopped. “That’s it...That’s enough.” He took one last look around. “Come on my boy...It’s late, I’m old and I want my tea...” He put his hand on McWylde’s arm, “Love that beautiful woman of yours and curse be damned, have some Damned
children! Love them with everything you have to give. Be good. Be careful and always, always
keep The Faith Robert.” They started back, “We will both be busy before the ceremony, I may not see you before...Take care Robert.” They’d walked in silence after that.
“I refused to say goodbye to him.” Robert said to the Archmage.
“And he’d be the first to cuff you about the ear if he heard you lamenting him like this.”
Robert let out a laugh, “True”.
They sat watching the fire for a while, the door opened and McWylde saw it was Maloryn bearing a tray of bread, cheese, apples and a pitcher of warm honeyed tea.
“Wow Seri, he’s both bodyguard and
butler,” marked Robert with a smile.
“Oh yes, man of many talents.”
Maloryn put the tray down on the table and bowed with a smile in his eyes, then went to stand next to the door.
The Knight-Commander of the Knights of the Nine and the Archmage of the Arcane University sat down to an early breakfast.
Robert offered the Dark-Elf some of the tea but Maloryn shook his head once and held a hand up to decline.
“I should have not kept you talking so long last night though,” said the Archmage, “Most selfish of me. Your fusspot assistant thought so too.” He smirked.
“Seri, I have not seen you since you left for High Rock, what was it? Four years ago? Then you just turn up out of the aether as Archmage of the Arcane University? There’s quite a tale behind that.” Robert shook his head, “I think even Tauren will forgive me the indulgence.”
“Yes well, having covered the tale last night, all there is left to say is - I’m sorry my friend, I’m sorry it took an occasion such as this
for me to visit. I had all intentions on coming to see your magnificent work here...” Ormandin paused, “But the University was...In disarray...After I had taken care of the Necromancers, it’s taken all of mine and Raminus’ time pulling it all together again. Raminus has been magnificent.
Really, though they made me
Archmage, he has as much right to be here, now, as I.” He raised his mug of tea in toast towards Imperial City.
“With all respect to Raminus Polus, I wouldn’t be spending the night talking with him in my personal
quarters.” Said McWylde.
come talk with him for a time though. Robert, you know
that I can count the people that I call friend on the fingers of one hand. And two of them are in this room. Raminus is
one of the others. His stories are easily the equal of mine. His road has been long for a ‘mere’ human.”
McWylde laughed at this. “As have the roads of some other ‘mere’ humans I can mention around here.”
“The Elf-blood that is your grandfather’s legacy makes you more
“I wasn’t talking about me
. Anyhow, soon I shall come visit your
towers. I haven’t been near the University for many a year. Not since the Legio training. It’ll be nice to see the place again. And we can talk Raminus
to sleep.” He smiled.
Robert turned to look at the clock and sighed.
“Your wife?” Asked Ormandin.
Robert nodded and ate some more bread. “I know it was late when Caroline went, and it’s a few miles up the road but...I can’t shake this feeling there’s something wrong. Very
“Oh there is my boy...There really is
...” Said a voice from the end of the table.
Immediately McWylde and Ormandin were on their feet, scattering their chairs. Both had called spells to their hands and although McWylde was swaying somewhat, both were standing ready for battle. Maloryn had crossed the room in an instant. His daggers poised, ready to throw.
The stranger was still sat, continuing to eat the block of cheese he’d picked up from the table. He looked up and blinked his eyes at the three men facing him.
“Oh dear, how rude of me.” He said and frowned. The stranger raised a hand and suddenly everything was different. The three were now seated again and all that had been scattered was replaced as it was. Robert noticed the birds’ dawn chorus had stopped and that the clock was also no longer ticking.
Maloryn made to get up but the stranger just looked at him and said “Stay.” Maloryn’s hands seemed glued to the chair and he stopped struggling to get up...”Good boy.” The stranger said.
Robert looked at the newcomer. He seemed to be an older man with short white hair and an unkempt white beard. His eyes seemed to twinkle, as if lit from within. It reminded McWylde of starlight somehow.
“That’s better,” the man said, “No need for all that shooting about, so noisy at this time of the morning. This really is excellent cheese Robert. Skingrad? We never had any like this in my
day. Wonder why? Should go and see if I can take some back with me. Yes, I think I might.” The man frowned, seeing the looks on the faces watching him, “What?”
Robert gestured about and then towards the old man. “Oh...Oh yes...How soon you forget Robert.” He changed his appearance briefly and said “Look well on this Chapel of Dibella!” Before changing back to his previous appearance.
“Prophet!” Robert had exclaimed.
“Yes, I was once...For a while...But now I’ve remembered who I am. And I think it’s time I changed things.”
“Talos...” Robert started to say.
“No.” The old man shook his head. “Not Talos. Tiber
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