“Damn!” he muttered as he dropped the key quickly reaching down to grab it.
Right as he slips the key into the keyhole a gust of cold wind hits him bringing the scent of men to him.
“Why tonight?!” he asks the wind as he rushes into the stone tower that was his home.
As he closes the ironbound oak door behind him he locks it and moves the locking bar into place. Running up the stairs to his study he sees the torch light out the windows.
-There going be here soon need to put up the wards-he says in his mind.
As he reaches the stone altar set in the floor he starts to chant and brings up the many protective spells that have been layered upon the tower that has been his ancestral home for over two centuries. Right as the spells become active he hears the pounding at the door.
–how did they make it past the wards??-
As he finishes the spell the tower shudders as something mighty strikes the door.
–What now?!?-
Running over to a window he sees the problem. His rival of many years Kaius is helping them attack him. He sees the true threat to his home is the huge frost Atronach pounding at his door.
“This is going to be fun” he says to himself once again.
Walking to the bottom floor of the tower he takes in all the detail of his ancestral home. Beautiful stone workings set into the walls of each of his family members from the first of his line his great-great grandfather, the “Champion of Cyrodiil” he was called as he set up his family a place in the great forest in this grand tower. Over the year his family became more and more detached from the empire that they once served. The tower was filled with ancient magic artifacts from across the lands .It was understood that his rival and lover of a time long ago, Kaius would rally the nearby village against him. When he reached to bottom of the stairs he looked into a mirror hanging on the wall and looked at himself. Raven black hair atop his slim face with his red piercing eyes, his face was that of his bloodline the Varteth. The rest of his form was slim and agile made to look slightly larger under his robes of black and silver. Knowing that he had little chance against the men outside his tower by himself he used some of the artifacts his family had acquired to summon some lesser denizens of oblivion to his side right as he finished the door to the home flew open and the Atronach entered. The very moment it stepped over the threshold of the tower and was destroyed in a burst of fire. As if that were their cue the villagers charged into his home to come face to face with deadra he had summoned with the artifacts. It was a blood bath. The villagers just expecting a single spell blade were utterly at a loss when they ran into the denizens of oblivion. The men were ripped apart at first until they formed a defensive against the deadra and the tide turned even worse when a few legionaries entered the fray. Knowing that he was going to lose he did the only thing he could. He used an item of old power to create a small portal in the center of the fight that lead to oblivion. The men unable to fight against the pull of the portal they and the deadra were pulled into the realm of chaos. For with what he had just done, He almost failed to block the lightning bolt sent toward him form Kaius…as he entered the tower. Kaius he was the one whose fault all of this was, it was because of him that all those men would die in agony. Everything went black.
“YOL TOOR KREIN”
