The Return of the Ayleids

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The Return of the Ayleids; Prolouge + Chapters 1,2
Topic Started: May 9 2009, 07:05 PM (174 Views)
BurntBiscuits	May 9 2009, 07:05 PM Post #1
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Prologue 3E 445, 12 years after the death of Uriel Septim, 10 years after the death of Martin Septim. Ever since the end of the Oblivion Crisis, Frostcrag spire had gained much reputation as the residence of Seryth, the Champion of Cyrodiil. It was common for many a traveller to make a pilgrimage there, in the vain hope of recieving some form of blessing from the powerfull wizard, but it was also common for them to be turned away by some form of Deadric apperation, most commonly a Frost Atronach. Nevertheless, travellers and adventurers alike continued to make their way to the Spire only to find themselves being led back home. Of course, it wasn't that Seryth had a dislike for people, quite the opposite in fact, over the years he had made a great many allies and often visited them. However, the massive influx of strangers was beggining to get on his nerves and it didn't look like long before he might snap... Chapter One The horse cautiously made its way up the mountain, as if in fear of some great danger unseen by the human eye. Julianus had long since given up trying to goad the horse into moving any faster than a trot since they began their jouney towards Frostcrag Spire. He looked up towards the towering monument before him and shivered as he recalled the stories he'd heard, of the Deadric monsters that patrolled the grounds. No wonder Whisper was scared. Nevertheless, he pushed on, knowing that the information contained within the scroll was far more important than the beating organ contained within his chest. It took a good twenty minutes to reach the stairway leading up to Frostcrag Spire and with every every step Whisper had taken, the more restless she got. It was only when she placed a hoof upon the cold, frozen stone that the fear became too much. She bucked, throwing Julianus to the ground, and ran, uncaring of her direction. Julianus lay on the snow, his left arm broken and his skin blue as the cold finaly began to bite into him. But as Julianus finaly began to give into the unforgiving cold, a great warmth suddenly washed over his body. He slowly opened his eyes to the sight of a flaming woman clad in black armour. A Flame Atronach, an unusual sight in the Jerral Mountains. It looked down at him with invisible eyes, wishing to give into its intstincts to kill while having to adhere to Master Seryth's orders. Regretfully, it reached down and helped Julianus onto his feet. Before Julianus could react he was forcefully led up the stairs towards the grand entrance to the fabled Frostcrag Spire. The Atronach opened the doors and pushed him inside, his legs giving way instantly as he collapsed to the ground. The great golden doors slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing throughout the massive room. He tried to pick himself up, but failed every attempt, his muscles to weak to sustain his weight and that of the heavy fur clothing he wore. Eventually he gave up and lapsed into unconciousness, awaiting whatever fate Master Seryth had in store for him. Julianus's eyelids crept open for moment and snapped shut as light flooded his eyes. He tried a more graduel, approach, let his eyes adjust to the light. He stretched his arms and legs out wide only to find his clothes had changed. The fur garmants he'd bought in Skyrim were gone, replaced with fine red and gold silk garments. He turned his head downwards and saw his body was envolloped in a beautiful, green cover. He felt at home, despite how far away his humble abode back in the Imperial City was. It didn't matter though; he was warm, he was comfortable and he was safe. Or was he? "Finaly awake huh?" The voice was calm yet somehow commanding, a voice that spelled out perfection with every syllable. "Its people like you who will drive me mad one day, I swear." A face joined the voice. The wizards features were plain yet handsome at the same time. His skin was flawless and somewhat pale, his bright red hair flowed down his neck and peeked over his forhead. His red eyes looked down at the Imperial lying on the bed before him who barely appeared to be concious. Seryth waved a hand in front of his face, "Hello? Anybody in?" As he spoke, Julianus could not help but notice the fangs that protruded from his upper jaw. Of course, it was well-known fact that Seryth was vampire, accepted for never once having bitten into the flesh of a human. However, having a vampire lean over your weak and helpless body was somewhat... worrying. Seryth immediatly noticed the taint of fear in Julianus' eyes. "Oh, don't worry, I've already eaten!" he joked, his fangs catching the light as he chuckled. "Come on, I've got some breakfast ready for you down stairs. I'll see you when you're ready." and with that he was gone. "Uh... Yeah..." was all Julianus could manage before slumping back into unconciousness. It wasn't until half five in the afternoon that Julianus finally awoke. He managed to lift himself upright and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He let out an impressive yawn as he picked himself up off the bed and on his feet. He searched the bedroom, finding a set of drawers to the right of his bed which he happily helped himself too. Inside was the top drawer was nothing but some underwear which Julianus quickly dressed himself in, lest Seryth where to make another visit. In the second drawer was the most beautifl garment Julianus had ever seen. An expensive, light brown shirt and trousers, followed by a light blue coat with a fancy collar and expert embroidery along the back. He tried it on and looked in the mirror oposite his bed, amazed at the quality of the garment. "Like it?" The voice made him turn suddenly as he saw Seryth standing casualy on a strange glowing pad. Julianus suddenly noticed there were no stairs in the room what so ever. "Its nice isn't?" continued Seryth, who was wearing a similer garment, this one purple and lined with gold "From the Shivering Isles, the Realm of Sheogorath, Deadric Prince of Madness." Julianus gulped as heard the 'd' word. "This is from... Oblivion?" He began to back away, but, realising the blasphamous object was in fact covering his body he stopped in hist tracks annd cursed himself for his foolishness. "Well, yes technically. But I wouldn't worry, it is as safe as any other item of clothing. The time of Mehrunes Dagon is long past" Both men shivered at the name. Mehrunes had caused the deaths of many friends and relatives of both Seryth and Julianus, the most notable being Jauffre; Seryths friend and mentor and grandmaster of the Blades, Decius Vagennius; Julianus' father and Martin Septim; heir the throne of Urial Septim. "Sorry, that was foolish of me. Such a memory derserves no place here." spoke Seryth quietly. "Come. Dinner is almost ready. I'm afraid you missed breakfast. And lunch for that matter." "Uh, yes, of course. sorry, I am a heavy sleeper, I often forget that which... matters... most" Julianus' voice trailed off as his original purpose erupted in his mind. "The scroll, where's the scroll?" He shouted suddenly, catching Seryth off guard. "Scroll? Oh, yes, of course. I already have an avatar on its way there now and I'll be following shortly after. Don't worry, the matter will be taken care of." Julianus breathed out a sigh of relief. Had Seryth not been informed, the crisis at the Imperial Palace would never be resolved. "Shouldn't we be on our way now? This is a matter of some importance." "Yes and so is food. I don't know about you but I'm famished. Come, follow." "Uh, I don't understand. Where are the stairs?" "Stairs? STAIRS?" Seryth laughed, a hearty laugh that would immediatly highten the spirits of any one in ear shot. "No, my friend you are mistaken. Mages do not use stairs, no. We have our... own method." He stepped onto the glowing plinth and with a flash of light he was gone. Julianus sighed and thought to himself, 'This is why I dislike mages' as he grudgingly stepped onto the glowing platform and felt the magical energies pull him apart. Chapter 2 The magnificent dinner Seryth had prepared was in all respects of the word, divine. Each cut of beef had been cooked perfectly, and the herbs and spices gave the meat a sort of sweet spice that enhanced its already mouth-watering taste. As Julianus finished the last piece of beef, savouring its taste, Seryth spoke, "Right, shall we be getting on our way?" "Its a bit late isn't it? The roads will be too dangerous to travel." "Evidently, you'e never traveleed with a Master Wizard before. Come on, I've got your equipment packed. Lets get going, we should be at White Gold Tower by sunrise." He pushed back from the table and leapt out of his seat towards the teleport pad. "Not again." groaned Seryth. He got out of his seat with less than a quarter of Seryth's enthusiasm and reluctantly made his way towards the teleport. The journey to the Imperial City was suprisingly uneventful. Seryth rode ahead on a wonderfull white horse he named Sephi while Julianus tagged behind on another of Seryth's horses, still looking out for any sign of Whisper. Despite her lack of courage, Whisper was a good horse and Julianus would not wish to see her die due to some foolish action. His thoughts where suddenly interrupted when a trio of goblins jumped out of the undergrowth as they passed Toadstool hollow. The 'battle' barely lasted any more than five seconds as Seryth casualy threw three lighting bolts in their general direction, leaving nothing but a horrible stench of charred remains. The sun began its slow ascent over the Valus Mountains while two travellers in distinct regalia crossed the bridge over Lake Rumare into the Imperial City. As Seryth and Julianus removed their equipment from their horses a Palace Guard, dressed in ornate armour that shimmered in the morning sun rushed towards them, addressing Seryth immediatly while completely ignoring Julianus "Hail, Seryth, Champion of Cyrodiil! Chancellor Ocato has been expecting you for many hours now, sir. He wishes you to know that this is of the upmost importance." "Yes, yes, I know. Come on Juliannus, lets get going before Ocato starts getting tetchy." They passed through the Temple District quickly, Seryth donning a black hood lest a citizen recognize his famous face. The last thing they needed right now was a crowd of awestruck citizens crushing him to death. Fortunately, the plaza was practically empty, and so was Green Emperor Way for that matter. The great gates to the palace where similar to others around the city, although these where adorned with the symbol of Akatosh, the dragon god, and creaked as they opened. Before Seryth could place a boot in the tower there was a sudden shout as Octavo rushed towards him, his expression one of pure frustration and exasperation. �Seryth, where in Oblivion�s name have you been? Eight hours, I�ve been waiting, EIGHT hours!� His gaze suddenly locked on the young Imperial scout beside him �And you, Julianus, you can consider your contract with me finished!� Seryth noticed Julianus� expression change. He could tell this was the only job that kept him going, but he made no attempt to blame it upon Seryth despite it having been his fault. Seryth took pity on the boy. He could see the potential in his body and the purity in his soul. He was worth defending, no, befriending. �His contract is already severed. He�s with me. He�s my apprentice.� Said Seryth, calmly. He was used to dealing with Octavo and although he was good, honest man he had a tendency to become easily enraged. That�s what governing a leaderless province did to you. �He is, is he? Right, well, yes. Of course. Come on, you�re needed.� He turned his back and walked on into the main Council chambers. Seryth composed himself quickly and followed him in and Julianus whispered a silent �Thank you� as he left. The council chambers were a hub of activity, guards patrolled the outer rim of the chamber, the Count of Skingrad was having a fiery argument with Arch-Mage Traven and mage�s guild adepts converged round the giant, blue crystal that occupied that middle of the room. �Well. That�s new. Been redecorating Octavo?� Seryth comment was swiftly met with a harsh, serious look from Octavo, �This is not the time for jokes, Seryth. This is serious.� �Yes, sorry. I suppose it is.� He stepped down the steps towards the middle and interrupted the scholars examining the pulsating stone, �So, what have we got here?� Tar-Meena turned to see him and greeted him with open arms, �Ah, Seryth. It has been a while has it not?� Seryth accepted her invitation and gave a friendly squeeze, �It certainly has, though we should have expected that only a situation such as this might have us meet yet again. I expect I�ll meet a fair few familiar faces today.� She chuckled in her typical, raspy Argonian voice, �Yes, I suppose we should have.� �So,� Seryth indicated the anomaly in the centre of the room, �Any idea what it might be?� �Ah, yes. From the texts I�ve looked into it appears to be a shard of meteoric glass, the same crystal used to form Varla stones? It�s a mystery how it got here though and none of the mages here can figure out why.� She looked back at the Ayleid stone, deep in thought. Seryth could tell she was right, the air that surrounded the stone had the tell-tale metallic taste of metal, and the power emanating off it coursed through his body. But it was different from the stones he�d encountered in Ayleid ruins, not just in size, but in purpose. Edited by BurntBiscuits, May 12 2009, 12:27 PM.
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


BurntBiscuits	May 9 2009, 07:11 PM Post #2
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Hey, I'm starting a new book I've been working on for a couple of years now, but before I posted anything, I thought I' try and get recognized a bit first. So here is an example of my writing ability and imagination, based on an idea for a mod I've been mulling over for a few months. I've started with a basic intro a chapter and I'll write some more later on when I'm feeling more up to it (Which could range from a couple of days to half an hour) So please, read it, give it a review no matter how small if you could and hopefully I'll find the will to finish it BTW: Sorry for the odd order I've posted things, but I wanted the story to be the first thing a viewer sees.
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


IAMDIZZYONFANTA	May 9 2009, 07:31 PM Post #3
Bearer of the HOJ Posts: 292 Group: Member Member #529 Joined: May 8, 2009	Niice... needs some paragraphs though, and there are a few spelling mistakes. Oh, and make sure you post that tale about the laser monkey at some point. It'd bring a nice bit of random, insane comedy to the forum. Therefore, I am posting all of the smileys. yay. oH, yeah and read the grey knight. It's good. AHM A FIRIN' MAH LAZORS!!! Edited by IAMDIZZYONFANTA, May 9 2009, 07:34 PM.
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IAMDIZZYONFANTA	May 9 2009, 08:34 PM Post #4
Bearer of the HOJ Posts: 292 Group: Member Member #529 Joined: May 8, 2009	Oh, and I also like how you used your oblivion character, Seryth. Very cool.
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BurntBiscuits	May 9 2009, 09:37 PM Post #5
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	I hardly think the mass of smileys was necessery As for the lack of paragraphs, I've always had trouble with paragraphs, I suppose I just don't like 'em lol Edited by BurntBiscuits, May 9 2009, 09:38 PM.
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


The Bean	May 10 2009, 06:39 AM Post #6
Forum Kommisar Posts: 1,000 Group: Member Member #503 Joined: February 10, 2009	Hey Biscuit, welcome to the forums. Anyway, I enjoyed the story here and this looks interesting, especially having the Oblivion champion as a vampire. True, the 'nice vampire' concept has been done a few times (I blame Twilight), but having a murderous bastard as a main character probably wouldn't be too interesting for the reader. Or would it... Aaaanyway, it was well written as well, a good natural flow and apart from one incident where you spelt nevertheless as never the less (which can't be picked up by a spell checker). As Dizzy said, you probably need to look out for the paragraphs, which can be tricky things. A general good rule of thumb is to keep it when two sentences don't seem to be fully linked, for example; His red eyes looked down at the Imperial lying on the bed before him who barely appeared to be concious. Seryth waved a hand in front of his face, "Hello? Anybody in?" As he spoke, Julianus could not help but notice the fangs that protruded from his upper jaw. could probably be restructured as; His red eyes looked down at the Imperial lying on the bed before him who barely appeared to be concious. Seryth waved a hand in front of his face, "Hello? Anybody in?" As he spoke, Julianus could not help but notice the fangs that protruded from his upper jaw. And remember, put a new paragraph in after somebody speaks. It helps break up large blocks of text and is more comfortable for the reader's eyes. Nevertheless, a very promising start here, and definitely a story I'll be following. And post up that story with the laser monkeys. I'd love to see something as crazy sounding as that! Edit: Oh, and on a grammar nazish note, should it simply be Ayleid, as opposed to Ayleids? Edited by The Bean, May 10 2009, 07:34 AM.



BurntBiscuits	May 10 2009, 03:19 PM Post #7
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Thanks for the feedback, Bean, I'll do some more right now. I'll also take your advice about paragraphs, as you say, they certainly can be tricky, but you obviously know what your doing when it comes down to them. As for the Ayleid/Ayleids thing, I believe it is Ayleids as there is a quest in Oblivion called 'Secret of the Ayleids'. About the lazer monkey thing, If you really want me to post it, fine, I'll do it now
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


redsrock	May 11 2009, 04:43 PM Post #8
Jefe el Heffalump Posts: 15,112 Group: Admin Member #54 Joined: December 8, 2007	Damn, I haven't even read this yet. Sorry. Will do tomorrow fa sho...



BurntBiscuits	May 11 2009, 04:47 PM Post #9
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Don;t worry, it hasn't quite got into the swing of things yet. Its going to get really epic later on (As you might have guessed from the title), perhaps too epic, but hey, as soon as the fan fic starts, their world becomes your world. Of course, their rules become your rules, which mean you still have to do lots of research to make sure it all 'fits'.
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


The Bean	May 11 2009, 05:20 PM Post #10
Forum Kommisar Posts: 1,000 Group: Member Member #503 Joined: February 10, 2009	Alternately, you can bend the fluff to fit the story. If you do it well and use your common sense you can often get away with it. And another important rule of writing: there is no such thing as too[i/] epic.



BurntBiscuits	May 11 2009, 05:25 PM Post #11
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Yeah, well for this idea, the fluff may have to get a little bent, but it should fit pretty well. I hope I can get away with it lol As for your rule of writing: Like it I do love epic...
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


BurntBiscuits	May 12 2009, 12:29 PM Post #12
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	There's more up there if anyone is interested. Keep checking this thread as I'll be editing my original post often without there being much notification.
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


The Bean	May 12 2009, 12:42 PM Post #13
Forum Kommisar Posts: 1,000 Group: Member Member #503 Joined: February 10, 2009	Why not just post up the new part in a new post? It'll get more practical as it gets longer, as people won't have to scroll through a massive load of text before they get to the part they want to read. Plus having it spread over multiple pages means that people who've been following the story over a long-ish time don't have to search.



redsrock	May 12 2009, 12:56 PM Post #14
Jefe el Heffalump Posts: 15,112 Group: Admin Member #54 Joined: December 8, 2007	Yeah, just make a new post with you update the story. It's easier for everyone that way.



redsrock	May 12 2009, 01:32 PM Post #15
Jefe el Heffalump Posts: 15,112 Group: Admin Member #54 Joined: December 8, 2007	Just caught up. Good stuff so far. A lot better than your lazer monkey thing.



IAMDIZZYONFANTA	May 12 2009, 01:43 PM Post #16
Bearer of the HOJ Posts: 292 Group: Member Member #529 Joined: May 8, 2009	Oh god. The Lazer Monkeh argument. It's back...
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BurntBiscuits	May 12 2009, 03:55 PM Post #17
The Crimson Biscuit Posts: 34 Group: Member Member #530 Joined: May 9, 2009	Alright, I'll start posting them in new posts then. BTW the update is missing something, I'll add that tonight/tommorrow morning
	Yes, I am a biscuit. Who is eternally burnt. And who drinks blood. So? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have been your daddy, but the dog beat me over the fence."


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