Placed Until Further Notice

  • It was the same thing every morning. Cold. Despite what people say, I still kept my helmet on. I walked towards the Gray Quarter, the name that they gave to the slums where the Dark Elves live in, the prejudice between the two races are still there, old habits die hard they say. They've also say that whats old, can be renewed with ease, the saying is very much true. The Stromcloaks are back and her Lordship's troops are beginning to set out to make it worst, this time, we will make it last. That rout of a High King was easily manipulated, too easy, Sanguine was good as his work, too good. He made that whore king weak enough to be manipulated by Marbel, with her sending 'visions' to him, all of them were filled with his father's ways, to return the Stormcloaks, to unban Talos' worship, they were subtle, yet effective. Only this time, instead of a Civil War, that bastard king has conjured up another Great War. The Thalmor were right anyways, another one would happen, sooner or later. She just made it sooner. Punctuality is always a must.

    They do not know this however, even when they sing the songs about their king, about his greatness, about his father being the Dragonborn, the Dragon Blooded is not even a single smudge close to their descriptions. Where is the Dragonborn now? I do not know. I do not care. They called the king's 'decision' divine. I almost sniggered out loud, the 'decision' was prince-like.I couldn't stop myself, I let out a cold laugh, drawing a few looks from the Dark Elf civilians, only to turn away from my glare. I composed myself, no need to arouse suspicion, yet. He preaches about a thousand years of peace under the Stormcloak banner, they do not know he actually meant us. Neither did he.

    They say that an onion has many layers, so does war. Beneath one layer, there is another one. Often nastier than the previous one. An undead beast, a vampire, is plotting the downfall of Mortalkind, Molag Bal would be proud. Not us however, it is a monster, even if its ideas might help us. Which I'm clearly certain that they won't. Marbel has already placed us in Skyrim since the Civil War, we'd be mortals if we didn't know about the vampire's plot already. Her Greatness expects us to find it, kill it and place its head on a spike, maybe through, but she expects us to deal with him. We will, but not now, it has the king under his thumb right now, and with him the rest of his kingdom. The creature is said to take the form of a Dark Elf according to one of my collegues, the thought almost makes me hate walking through here. One of them might be the vampire, directly under my nose and I wouldn't know it. The idea of killing it is appealing, the problem is finding him now, the creature is good at hiding itself. Not surprising. 

    Ironically, a mortal did try to stop the creature, he's dead now. Along with all the information we need, the creature is smart. He even framed someone to die for him, filthy coward. I remember the night the valiant mortal died, out of the Halls came the undead, disgusting, disease ridden, shambling filth. I gripped my axe, but calmed myself soon after, a Dark Elf boy looked at me for a while eyes wide with fear, I stared at him. That look I received was the same look I saw when the mortal died, pure hate, the boy must think I'm a Nord. I shook my head and carried on walking, no one left but us to clean up the mess the vampire made, even the ones that are part of its pack that we've captured that night was no help to us. It couldn't talk at all, we had to put it down.

    We are the only ones now, and with all the necessary information that we need in order to find the creature destroyed, we're back to square one. We have an infiltrator, but he hasn't reported back to us yet. We're not sure if he can. If he has been found out then we're forced to take one step backward, the vampire would advance. There's also still this war going on, one way or the other, this is about to get worst. 

    Havkins are almost never wrong.

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  • Wellin the Havkin Blooded
    Wellin the Havkin Blooded   ·  May 1, 2014
    I might as well...This was supposed to be the epilogue of the Tamriel Tales. Yet...I feel bad that it would never see the light. So...here we go.