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The Dark Blight


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In the glorious Golden Halls of Aetherius, a solemn assembly of Aedra have gathered. One of them, Magnus, Lord of Magick, towers above the others as he speaks the words that he has long feared to let fall from his mouth. "The Oracle was correct, my Brethren. We must prepare for our deepest fears..." His jaw clenches as he speaks and his fear is open and apparent to all assembled. "But, Magnus, what chance do we have to stand against the Dark Blight? Is not all hope lost?" cries one of the Aedra, terror and questioning in her eyes. She looks to the Lord of Aetherius to calm her doubts and wash away the heavy aire of doom, but Magnus only shakes his golden head. "I have no answers to give you, Sevenaria. The Tome is obscure and the Oracle can not see into that Darkness which surrounds It. I can not offer you Solace." The eyes of many of the Aedra are cast down so as not to see the terrible look of loss and pain upon their Brother's face, as he makes this pronouncement. "Then we are truly doomed, this is the Apocalypse" Sevenaria whispers...

At the moment the Aedra uttered the words "doomed", the dark mist filled the sky and the sun was eclipsed. "No NOO, its already happending, is there nothing we can do Azura" Magnus said, "No Magnus, we have no control over this, we must leave this in the hands of the mortals". As the sky blackend screams could be heard from across the land, and four Daedra appeared on the island: In the north there was Sheogorath, Malacath to the east, Mehrunes Dagon to the west, and Malog bal to the south. Other Daedra ran seemingly endless from the Dardric ruins.

Vvardenfel was in terror, Magnus then yelled to the people of Vvardenfell "Please people of Vvardenfel, you must stop this plague" his voice echoed in the minds of the many people still in Morroiwind. People everywere started to fight the daedra, whithout even caring of there own lives. And so began the war between good and evil.

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Acinonyx was sitting down at the 8 plates tavern in balmora, sipping his shein quietly.

 

there was a sudden burst of stone, a winged twilight sprang through the wall, decapitating a cilvian as it did.

 

acinonyx turned around, his robe whirling around him, he pulled out his dagger and got ready to fight...

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Augusta stood on an Ebonheart guard tower, watching the swiftly blackening sky. Her last argument with Duke Dren had ended bitterly. They fought over power constantly, and the recent attacks of the Dark Brotherhood had been a turning point in their personal battle. The Duke was ruthless.

"Our scouts in Vivec have informed us that the city is being plagued by daedra from Ald Sotha, and Bal Fell. We can only assume it is the same for Suran and the other major cities, as no word has come from there yet." The head scout informed Augusta. She still watched the sky. The air filled with screams.

"What are your orders Lady" said the scout.

"And what of the Duke" said she.

"We will never take the orders of a grey-skin before that of yours, Lady." said the scout, and saluted. She turned to him.

"Then you are prepared for the reprocusions from the Duke." she said.

"As always." she he. Augusta nodded. "Then Ready the Fifth Legion."

"For the Empire!"

"For the Empire."

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the winged twilight screeched at acinonyx then leapt at him, acinonyx rolled under the winged beast and jabbed his dagger upwards.

 

it impacted just below its left breast, the beast shreaked in pain as it collided with the rack contaning the alchohol.

 

"Me sujamma, me sujamma" whimpered the drunkern nord, already trying to scoop it into his pockets.

 

acinonyx unhooked his crossbow from his belt, aimed carefully and sent a sleek, silver bolt flying straight into the winged twilights head.

 

the beast let out an awfull screech and then fell across the bar, already pooling icor and blood.

 

acinonyx turned to hear the screams of civilains as more deadra came from the ground and skies.

 

the time had come....

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Drac was sleeping in Khuul at the time the darkness filled the sky. Then he heard a voice in his head "Please people of Vvardenfel, you must stop this plague". When he woke up he heard the sound of clashing metal and the roar of daedra. He quickly grabbed his spear and robe then headed outside. The city had turned into a desolate waistland, with a few gaurds and civilians fighting the daedra off. Drac quickly started fighting every daedra in sight. He heard the voice of a women "Help please somone HELP". Drac made quick work of the daedra and rushed to the aid of the women. "What's wrong are you alright" Drac shouted, the women did not speak, she just pointed behind Drac. Drac turned around, there in the water, stood the God of Maddness, Sheogorath. Drac knew he could not kill this person alone, so he shot a blind spell at the evil being and told women to run, when Drac to ran off into the myst.
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acinonyx ran through the hole in the tavern wall, leaving the drunken nord whimpering in the corner.

 

balmora was a scene of total desolation and destruction. bodies where everywhere, guards were being out numbered.

 

a few guards and freelance warriors where hurriedly trying to get the cilvians in the guard towers to keep then safe.

 

a couple of fire atronachs were busy incenerating the silt strider, its owner and driver was already crumpled on the steps, burning, with a spear sticking out of his chest.

 

acinonyx ran to the only place he knew he could help, the guard tower...

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Augusta and the Fifth sped to Ft. Moonmoth. It was deserted. The wails of daemons came from the foyada below. She led them on, onto the old dwemer bridge. She leant over the bridge, and below her, in the foyada, stood all the garrisons of Moonmoth, running like madmen towards a horde of daedra. Her eyes strained. The Daedra had broken through GhostGate. They were coming down the foyada. With a sinking heart Augusta swallowed. She could not see a way out of it. The daedra grew and grew in number, a steady flowing stream, out of the GhostGate.

She turned to the Legion. "Grappling hooks men!"

Scores of iron hooks latched onto the bridge barrier simultaneously, and the entire Fifth Legion lept over the bridge, sliding down on the ropes, to the battle in the foyada below...

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Drac headed south into the darkness, eventually ending up in Balmora, this place looked axactly like Khuul did, a burning desolate waistland.

 

Drac went to the only thing still standing: the gaurd tower. When he approached he saw there were archers atop the tower and many gaurds and warriors surronding the tower

 

He entered the tower and saw another warrior by the name of Acinonyx. Drac introduced himself "I greet you, I am Drac, Mercenary and Warrior by Heart"

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