The Last Holy-Scale: Book One-Part One: Let Us Know One Another

• Posted by ChandlerBeach February 10, 2016 - 869 views

     

  The Last Holy-Scale: Book One: Part One:

    Let us Know One Another

       I may have been less descriptive on the Intro (I suggest you read it before this one), but I'll make more sense out of this one. Dialogue will look play-like, monologue will be similar, but often extensive (so brace yourself), combat will be told like a novel, in detail, and voices are given their source, and...well...nope that's pretty much it. Enjoy the Story.

                                                         "May you always see light at the end of your path"

                                                                                                                                 -Rezmorziriik   

     I am Rezmorziriik, or simply, "maker-of-light", in Dov. I am still my vibrant silver-scaled, Waseek-Haleel/Naga, with a horn just above my nose, a single row of horns that split into two rows down the center of my head to the back of my upper neck, two larger horns that protrude from the upper temples of my head, and my gills stretch out backwards a little. I have an Adder-like-Croc-like head, and have a few smaller spikes that run across by bottom jaw. I am "7'9" and weigh 359 lbs. (I'm not fat). Now that you an picture me, it's time for a story.

     

     We will start in the past, before Rezmor (short for Rezmorziriik), came to Skyrim...when he was in Black Marsh as a Holy-Scale. It is when he is 37 years living, and he'll have to face more sorrow and anguish than ever before...

                                                (This is Dialogue...as you see...it is play-like)

     Rezmor: Stands! Come here! I need your expertise! Stands-In-Light stumbles into the armory, tired

     Stands-In-Light: What do you need? *yawns*

     Rezmor: Lifts a sword to Stands' face. I need you to bless this blade.

     Stands: Rezmor...*Sighs while rubbing his eyes, then pushes the sword away*...you can do that yourself.

     Rezmor: You misunderstand me friend, this is not my blade, *Lifts again to Stands' face*, this... is your blade, I made it for you...so that means you should be the one to bless it.

     Stands: Eyes are more awake now. You made...a blade...for me?

     Rezmor: That's right my brother, I made this for you. Now I know that you're the Head Priest, and you don't fight much...but it wouldn't hurt to have one on hand, no?

     Stands: Very true....I thank you Rezmor. I shall bless the blade right away. *Stands leaves the armory*

        Rezmorziriik has been the Holy-Scale Head Purgemaster for 10 years now...and he has attained great power in the time. The Holy-Scales he has bonded most with are: Rekuuk-his best friend- An "8'0" monster of a brown-scaled Argonian (Head Bulwark), Jumps-Into-Battle- A red-scaled hot-headed fighter who has a soft side that he doesn't like to talk about (Head Berserker), Stands-In-Light- A light-yellow-scaled reverent priest of the Hist (Head Priest), Shavra- A blue-scaled assertive woman that no one should mess with (Head Mistress and Rezmor has a crush), Delaki- A green-scaled, bright-red throat introvert who is one of the most powerful mages in all of Tamriel (Head Mage), and Semkil- A very light-gray-scaled geezer, who is the oldest member of the Holy-Scaes, at 209 years living (Hist Master).

        Rezmor is a Purgemaster, which means he excels at purging crypts of its undead, and exorcisms. He is a master of Restoration, an expert of Destruction, very skilled with Alteration, and good with Illusion. He carries two Shorthammers: Blessed Flame (a hammer he uses to kill undead...mostly), and Dread Fate (a hammer he uses to combat magic users...mostly); and he bears a shield, Tekratan, which is coated in sharp spikes, and can null the effects of magic. He is quick on his feet in battle, despite wearing heavy armor, and is a great tactician, he can plan out a strategy for a great deal of situations. 

                   Rezmor and Rekuuk have been given a job to purge a crypt just due south of Blackrose

     Rezmor: We're heading out soon, are you ready Rekuuk?

     Rekuuk: I am...are you?

     Rezmor: I am, do you remember where we're headed?

     Rekuuk: Crap I forgot.

     Rezmor: Shagswamp Tomb.

     Rekuuk: Oh ok...I remember now.

     Rezmor: Then let's be off...

     Rekuuk: Right then...you know some of my ancestors are buried in that tomb... They leave the Inner Sanctum

    

            The two traversed muddy swamps and older ruins on the way there...then they reach it...the crypt known as Shagswamp Tomb...

      Rekuuk: So this is it...Shagswamp Tomb?

      Rezmor: Correct. 

      Rekuuk: It doesn't look like much.

      Rezmor: True, but from what I hear, despite being an underwater crypt, it remains dry inside.

      Rekuuk: Oh well...let us get in there.

                   The two enter the crypt from the top-side opening that seems to be weathering damage....ironic I know, but they fall in and are met by three skeletons...

      Rezmor readies Blessed Flame and swing it sideways, crashing the three bonemen into pieces. The noise from the bones rattling attracts several more undead to their position. "Three with flesh, five are but bones." goes Rekuuk, "Run them down." ordered Rezmor. Then Rekuuk took two of his shields, Dama and Fexut (both designed for running over people), and ran down the inclined plane of the tomb, "GRAH!!" Then the five bonemen are shattered, leaving the three zombies left to kill, and Rekuuk is still charging...right at them. "Come Get Some!" he yells as he smashes two of them between a rock and his shields, but the third evaded the charge. That zombie gets ready to bite at Rekuuk's back, but before he can reach him, a bolt of sunlight pierces its head CrrIISH!!!, then it falls to the floor and disintegrates...

     Rekuuk: Thanks on the save.

     Rezmor: The pleasure is mine.

     Rekuuk: Now with these lot down...where to next?

     Rezmor: I'm not sure...look around for something.

       The two look around, and eventually...Rekuuk spots a black door, poorly hidden behind some rocks...

    Rekuuk: How about that...*points at black door*

    Rezmor: What draws you to that? they walk to the door and clear the rubble.

    Rekuuk: Nothin' pure...but my gut tells me we should check here.

          Rekuuk is known for his gut feelings...they've saved the Holy-Scales' skins a few times in the past...so why should I doubt him.

     Rezmor: Ok... *quickly said* you open it.

     Rekuuk: Wait what?! No! you open it.

     Rezmor: You're the one who suggested we come here, you open it.

     Rekuuk: Like Oblivion I am. If there's undead beyond that door, you can burn them to ash in seconds.

     Rezmor: If there are traps, you can block it with those shields of yours.

        Amongst the child-like banter, the door swings open on its own...and a pile of skulls fall out of it...eeeuh...nasty...

     Rezmor: I guess it was nothing... Rekuuk bashes the back wall of the closet while Rezmor's head is turned, and the sound of crumbling stone turns his head back around...

     Rekuuk: *Looking smug at Rezmor* You sure about that Rezmor?

     Rezmor: ......grr

     Rekuuk: This was obviously hidden for some reason...let's go

     Rezmor: Right behind you.

           The entryway Rekuuk "built" was a long corridor, dim-lit with candles, and had another door at its end...anyways, the two walk down the hall and see that the door is much bigger up close...

     Rezmor: *raises hand* Hold Rekuuk. *they stop* We don't know what lies behind this door.

     Rekuuk: Well then let us find out. *he reaches for the door, but Rezmor slaps his hand away* Ah! What now?

     Rezmor: Calm down before you enter a random chamber...let me see if there is life, death, or undeath behind the door. *Rezmor envelops his hand in a purple energy* Three back here are living.

     Rekuuk: That doesn't seem too hard, now le-

     Rezmor: *hushed yell* Quiet Rekuuk! Let me see about the dead back there.

     Rekuuk: *mumbles quickly* Damn magic sight...taking too long to cast

     Rezmor: Grow up Rekuuk...*he envelops his hand in an orange energy*...twenty hostile undead behind the door, as well as twelve that pose no threat.

     Rekuuk: *puts hand under chin* What do you suggest we do?

     Rezmor: Based on how I saw them standing, you bust down the door, shields raised, and I'll cast a Holy Dome, you stay put, and wait for me to signal you to duck...after that...go wild. You got that?

    Rekuuk: Damn right...but do you?

    Rezmor: I made the damn plan...you know I'm ready...*gives off a confident smirk*
  

        Rekuuk bashes the door open, shields high, "KEH!!" he goes. Rezmor casts the Holy Dome spell, and a dome of bright-yellow light, similar to sunlight, covers the two Holy-Scales,an a circle of energy, colored yellow, blue, and a bit of red, mixing and overlapping surrounds them as well. "Keep them at bay Rekuuk!" orders Rezmor as he readies another volley of holy magic, "On it," starts Rekuuk,"they will not get past me." The horde of undead swarm on their position, but cannot get past Rekuuk's mighty Bulwark-Stance. As soon as the undead are lined up in Rezmor's sight, "Open up!' he yells, Rekuuk bashes outward, and ducks. Rezmor then unleashes a broad flash of sunlight across the room horizontally. The undead stop in their tracks...and...about three seconds after that..."Rekuuk! Shields up!" says Rezmor...then a GIANT explosion of holy light comes out of where he shot the spell, burning, no, disintegrating the rotting flesh where they once stood, and lighting up the entire chamber with a blinding light. Rekuuk's shields protected both he and Rezmor from the explosion. The three living beings standing in the back of the room were Breton, donned in black robes, and had an evil mien about them...

     Rezmor: Who are you lot?

     Strange Man 1: I'd ask the same of you lizard.

     Rekuuk: We are Holy-Scales, and you are corrupting this tomb. So I take it that you are all Necromancers...

     Necromancer 3: Jolly good guess my hulking friend.

     Rekuuk:  I'm no friend of yours, you can all-

     Necromancer 2:  ENOUGH OF YOUR TALK!! You interrupt a serious ritual, and, lucky for us, we need two mortal sacrifices...*bats an evil grin*

     Rezmor: You won't live long enough to get them...*Becomes combat-ready, and shoots a menacing smile*

              TO BE CONTINUED......