*Before you read this, a few notes... This is probably my first fanfiction since forever... And I haven't really delved too deep into the lore so there may be a few mistakes.. Also I don't speak English (I'm joking, guv'nor.) Anyway this is supposed to be a long story... But I'm not too sure if I'll finish it or not. I'll see what happens. Feel free to comment, like share subscribe retweet. hashtag, comment, share, favorite, bookmark, share, subscribe, fave, like, and enjoy the movie.
The Dead Crusade
Chapter 1
Written by Warper
“We should wait a bit more.” Mjollnir said as he lay in the white snow. Being the only Nord out of the company of five, he had the most experience with the unforgiving cold of Skyrim, and therefore had the most tolerance.
The wood elf Bosmer didn’t say anything, as he could not. He merely stared at the entrance of the cave with cold, brown eyes, like he did for the last whole hour. He expressed little, and when asked about why he went by the name ‘Bosmer’ and not his real name; he merely nodded silently and tapped the asker’s shoulder.
“Bosmer.”
The wood elf opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it. After staring at Bosmer’s response, Mjollnir scratched his blonde beard and turned to the others for an answer.
“I say we go in now.” A gruff voice spoke.
Mjollnir shook his head. “If we go in now, we risk compromise. We must wait for the Jarl’s men to be ready.”
“The men are inexperienced and stupid. They would cause more trouble than help.”
“And do you, Shakh believe that you can take on a horde of Daedra worshipping-vampires with the support of only four men?”
The Orc grunted and muttered under breath; something about ‘showing him what a real Orc could do.’
“I agree with the Orc.” said Faren.
“Even if we would be overrun, I can make a flame cloak spell that will repel the creatures back. In that time, Shakh and Bosmer will be able to take them off easily.”
“And how often do things go according to plan?”
They all turned (except for Bosmer.) to face their fifth companion, Nirn, facing them with her golden high elf eyes. Her nose was red due to the crippling cold, and she was shivering slightly.
“You’re not even here to fight, elf.” muttered Mjollnir.
Nirn shrugged her shoulders.
“You’re right, I’m just your arcane advisor and weapon enchanter.”
“The battlefield is no place for a-” Mjollnir started.
“But I’m sorry, who was it exactly that created those undead-killing weapons you wield now?”
Shakh laughed heartedly, and slapped her on the back, which caused Nirn to cough.
“Shh!” the Bosmer whispered.
Shakh expression changed immediately, and he crawled in position next to Bosmer. They were quite far away from the vampires’ cavern, and the mild snowstorm was perfect for hiding their location. Despite this, there were a group of the vampires moving towards them.
Shakh reached behind his back and gripped his silver axe’s leather handle, and slowed his breath.
Mjollnir rummaged around his bag, and took out his sliver sword, along with a wooden bow, black as night. His eyes met Bosmer’s, and whispered: “Silent and quick.” Bosmer nodded, and took the bow from his hands, and grabbed an arrow from his quiver that was buried in the snow underneath him.
The atmosphere was dead silent. Only the wailing of the wind could be heard, with the faint mutterings of the vampires’ as they complained about that fact that they were chosen for patrol duty, and were not chosen to partake in the ritual.
A whisper of wood and string echoed in the silence as Bosmer inhaled deeply as he drew his bow, aiming at the dark elf vampire, who was now only a few moments closer to discovering them.
Bosmer closed his eyes, and then opened them slowly. He then let the arrow free.
The arrow whistled through the wind, like a slaughterfish striking for prey, it dived into the heart of the first vampire, knocking him off his feet due to the impact of the powerful, axe-headed silver arrow. The other two vampires, eyes widened in bewilderment, merely stared at their fallen comrade, who was dead in the snow, a good five meters away from them. As the Breton vampire turned slowly to look at who the killer was, she came face-to-face with the giant, ragged edge of a silver axe, that crushed her skull with a giant shockwave of impact, creating an explosion of blood. The axe was used more like a mace than something with an edge, and the edge’s purpose was only there to increase in the speed.
The third vampire, with no time to calculate-to even grasp what is going on with the situation, blindingly cast his draining spell with both hands, waving them around frantically in an attempt to scare off his attackers. This time, Mjollnir smiled slyly as he drew his silver sword, and charged like a bull, instantly skewering his enemy. The blood spurted out of his back, and life left the vampire’s wide, confused eyes. Not a sound could be heard as the vampire drew his last breath, his stomach bloodying the Nord’s sword.
As Mjollnir struggled to slide his sword out of the vampire’s stomach, Bosmer frantically tapped Shakh on the shoulder, and imitated grabbing the bodies, and then he put his hands over his eyes.
“Hide the bodies-quick!” Shakh translated.
Mjollnir looked over his shoulder at his companions, who were hauling the bodies over them, and frantically burying them in the snow. He walked over to join them, his sword still pierced through the body of the vampire. As they buried the last of the vampires in the snow, Bosmer made a small hissing noise, and then pointed across their hiding place. There was another patrol heading their way.
“Dammit.” Mjollnir muttered under his breath. The snow from where he killed the vampire still contained a few drops of crimson blood on the ground which led to their hiding place. It stood out from the pale snow, its crimson red hinting at the violence that happened on that spot.
“Bosmer. Get ready.” Shakh whispered, and the wood elf nodded silently, as he reached for another arrow.
“No. Let me take care of this.” Faren rose slowly from his hiding place, and began gathering Magicka around his hands.
The others didn’t stop him. This mission they were on was the first time they were together. Each individual was shown to prove his or her worth during their short time spent. It was now Faren’s turn to show them what skills he brought to the group.
Faren waited patiently near the bloodied snow, his black hair tied at the back fluttering in the wind. It was only a matter of seconds until the vampires noticed him, but he was almost ready. He slowly reached into his satchel and took out a scroll, in which he opened slowly.
The vampires noticed him now, this time it was only two, but they were still dangerous nonetheless. One of the vampires summoned a frost Atronach and the other prepared his ice spikes, aimed straight for Faren’s heart.
Faren saw these threats, but paid no attention to them, and merely activated the scroll. The scroll glowed briefly, and then was scattered into dust, and in its place created a doorway of conjuration. It was what brought the conjurations into the realm of Nirn.
The high elf, Nirn, observing the mystical doorway, frowned. Faren’s conjuration was taking too long. ‘What is he summoning?’ she wondered. She began to feel uneasy as the vampires dashed uphill, towards Faren with amazing speed, and the frost Atronach was not too far off either, thumping its giant feet as it chased after its summoner. The vampires Faren was facing were clearly lesser in number than the previous, but far more powerful.
Now, with only a few meters that separating them, one of the vampires shot out the ice spear out of his hand, which speeded in a perfect line, and was headed straight for Faren’s heart.
The ice’s journey was interrupted by a black hand crushing the ice, clad in menacing armor, as the doorway to Oblivion was finally gone. In its place stood two Dremora, both wielding a Daedric greatsword, and looking very, very, angry. The color from the vampire’s faces faded, and it seemed that even their frost Atronach was filled with fear, as the Dremora charged towards the vampires.
“YOU DARE!?” One screamed.
“I WILL FEAST ON YOUR HEART!”
The vampires immediately hid behind their frost Atronach for protection, which proved futile as one of the Dremora sliced the Atronach in half, chopping of one of the vampires’ head that hid behind it in the process. The other frantically made himself invisible with a spell, and ran towards the cave, but was stopped when the other Dremora leapt through the air and plunged his sword into the vampire’s back, causing the body to topple onto the ground with the Dremora crushing its back with his weight and heavy boots as the shockwave of the fall created a rupture of vampire blood.
Faren nodded in appreciation as he saw his summons eliminate the enemy, and his companions looked at him with bewilderment, with their jaws wide open.
To be continued
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