The Dark Sovereign - A New Champion

• Posted by Ararvyne "Blackblood" Varam September 20, 2015 - 934 views

  

  Abberon rushed into the outpost, the Extractor in hand, and jumped down to land directly in front of Septimus Signus. Septimus fell backwards, but quickly stood with Abberon’s assistance. Abberon was more than happy to assist. “Septimus! I’ve filled the Extractor with the blood of all mer!” He handed it to him,

  Septimus took the Extractor with equal enthusiasm, placing it towards his ear. "I can almost... hear them. I feel their life energy. Come, I will make the mixture." He stepped to face the large Dwemer Lockbox, then stabbed the Extractor into his body, absorbing and infusing within himself the blood of the mer. He then used his own facsimile blood upon the lockbox.

  The lockbox then began to whirr and spin, until each circle was perfectly aligned. They then extended into a long tunnel, opening to the end of what seemed like another cube on the other side. As the two of them rushed into the heart of the lockbox, they laid witness to what was inside: A wicked book with a cover that was made of crudely stitched skin of various races. While to some it would seem underwhelming for what was went through to obtain it, to Abberon it was a symbol of his success in serving his Daedric master.

  Septimus, however, expected more. "What is this... it's... it's just a book?!" As he said these words, he began to float into the air, while at the same time his face was contorted into one of absolute revelation. "I can see. The world beyond burns in my mind. It's marvelous...." As he said these words, his body would vaporize, leaving only ash where he stood. Abberon stepped over the ash to get at the book. He dare not read it, unless his master allowed it. Therefore, he simply took the book and made his way out of the lockbox.

  As he began to exit, however, he was met once again by the wretched abyss that greeted him earlier. “Come, my champion.” Hermaeus Mora's voice was a welcome recurrence to Abberon.

  He bowed to his newest lord. "What now, my lord?"

  "Now you have my Oghma Infinium. It contains the knowledge of the ages as revealed to Xarses, my loyal servant. For hundreds of years it's been shut away from the world. Septimus was a useful tool for unleashing it. Now it is in your hands."

  "I am honored that you feel me worthy to wield your artifact." He could hardly contain the utter purpose given to him. He serves the Daedric Lords Molag Bal and Hermaeus Mora. They have both given him various gifts for which he can spread dissent among the world. To serve as their messenger, nothing more could make him happier. Well, perhaps for the world to realize his own message.

  Hermaeus Mora began to speak once more. "Hmmm... I may have further use of you yet so soon.."

  Abberon looked up, eager to please. "Just say the word, and I shall see to it!"

  "Once you have completed your current task, you must head to the island of Solstheim. There, you are to seek the one named Miraak."

  "After? Can I not complete this immediately?"

  Hermaeus Mora chuckled. "This is no immediate issue. You may take your time. Hone yourself with the knowledge gained from the Oghma Infinium. Once you have done so, I will have more knowledge awaiting you at Solstheim."

  Abberon, despite his eagerness to please his new lord, bowed in reluctant compliance to his wishes. "It shall be done, my lord."

  "Let us work wonders together..." Once more, the Daedric Prince vanished. Abberon then exited the outpost and made a beeline towards Serana's location. Both his immense curiosity and his desire to serve the Daedric Lords combined reached a zenith. There could be no more wasted time. He would finish his business with Harkon so that he could see what his new lord had in store for him.