Within the twentieth year of the fourth era, a series of events shall unfold that will impact the entire Empire of Tamriel. Many indivivuals will be pushed with discovery, adventure, love, and sorrow.

The outcome of there actions, just may very well decide the fate of the world. As of now, the empire is currently in balance, with Councillor Ocato keeping a sharp eye on order.

The first step to these events, is known as The Awakening, for within this volume of chapters, many indivuals will discover there capabilities, wether it is dark, or light, monster, or angel, evil, or good.


"Destiny." A imperial stands ontop a tower, looking toward the sky. Black robes billow in the wind, storm clouds swirling around him. "What is destiny?" he says to himself, a gruff goatee and mustache decorating his face. "Is it unavoidable?" he seems to question himself, lowering his head so it now gazes down at a city, circular in shape, and surrounding the tower he stands on.

Many walls seperate areas into districts, dots in the robed mans point of view, scurrying about like ants.

"Destiny. Either, we let it control us, or we control it." He says, the wind begginin to blow roughly upon his body. Closing his eyes, the man takes in a fresh breath of air, being pushed off the tower and falling toward the earth. His robes flutter wildly as he continues to soar down, to the concrete streets of the Imperial City.

Suddenlly, the man seems to disappear from sight. The wind dies down as rain begins to pour upon the city.

Chapter one- Fame

[Imperial City. Waterfront District]

A imperial walks through the streets, rain pouring onto his brown hood. A brown leather tunic and pants cover his body as he opens the door to a cottage, the wind making it hard, but not impossible to shut the door. Pulling his hood off as water rolled down his leather armor, the imperial rushed toward his fireplace.

"Damn mighty stormy day out." the imperial said to himself. Noticing a envolope on his round wooden table, he strode to it, lifting the envolope into his hand and pulling it open. Reading it over, his expression began to change from exhausted, to shock


Dear Barry,

We regret to inform you that your taxes are six months overdue, and so, we must seize your property, and all of your belongings to help pay off this fee. You have within the next twenty four hours to evacuate the house. If you feel you have received this letter by mistake, please contact the Census and Excise office of Imperial Commerce. We thank you for your understanding.

Sincerly
The Imperial founders assosociation.


Barry let out a growl, crumbling the paper into a ball before tossing it into a bucket. Letting out a long, depressed sigh, he collapsed on his bed, deep in thought.

***

[[Skaal Village, Solsteim]] Meanwhile, on the summit of a hill lay a town known as Skaal Village. It was made of wooden cabins, with many Nordic Hunters and Warriors.

Two nords stood near the edge of the hill, looking down at a frozen lake. One Nord, known as Elder Hawk-Eyes, was wearing a long bear-fur robe. Gray hair covered his face, blue eyes gazing down at a smaller Nord.

"Eagle-Talon, what is on your mind?" The elder spoke to his grandson, brown hair and a beard making up his face, with brown eyes.

"The coming hunt, Elder." Eagle replied, clutching a spear in his hands. "Would if we are attacked by reavers?".

Kneeling down, Hawk-Eyes set a arm on his grandchilds shoulders, "If it comes to that, then Kolgar Bear-Axe will be sure to defend you, and your fellow hunters."

Nodding, the young hunter gazed at the many summits of Solsteim, "How long do you think it will be, until we are finally free?"

Sighing deeply, the Elder stared up into the sky, "As long as it takes for a warrior to take the fight to the barbarians."

***
[[Hla Oad, Redoran Office's]]

"Alright Dragax." A voice crooked from across a desk, "Excellent job clearing out that Daedric Ruin. Guess what? You get to clear out a Dwemer Ruin! Filled with what? Your favorite! VAMPIRES!"

The room was set up in a temple culture style, many Dunmer in it, the majority wearing Dwemer Bonemold Armor, with the exception of the business people. One dunmer, dressed in expensive Black and Red clothing spoke to another, handing him some papers.

The Dunmer on the other side of the desk, Dragax, took them with a sigh, spiky hair on the top of his head. "Great," he said with a creaky voice, "I just love the bloodsvckers."

Letting out a laugh, the well dressed deskman spoke, "At least it is not werewolves, horrid beast.".

Nodding, Dragax walked out of the office, onto the top of the Pyrmaid like Canton, a gray sky overhead. "Another day, another dies." He said to himself, heading toward the armor shop.

i liked the first half the best, it sounds like it could be interesting, the actualy chapters a little short, but atleast you told us the reason why, i look forward to the rest.

]I will edit that one tommorow, so that it is alot longer. I just cant think atm. Ty for the feedback btw.

Tadaaaa! The chapter isnt finished yet btw, I just cant resist the almighty "Post Reply" Button. But yeh, I made that post a bit longer. PLease, leave feedback and Constructive Critism.

[[Barry Nicks House, Imperial City]]

Barry awoke with a knock on the door, watching as the door shook with each knock.

"Mr.Nicks, open up! We know you are in there!" A voice shouted, sounding awfully like a guard's. Barry rolled out of bed, hitting his head on a nearby shelf as he fell to the floor.

"OW! Molag Bal be damned!" He shouted outloud, gripping his head as he pushed himself off the floor. Heading to the door, Barry opened it just a crack, looking at the face of a Imperial Taxman, with two guards at his side. Pulling the door all the way open, Barry let out a soft hiss.

"Come on in, after all, it would be rude to keep you out there in the rain, while my house is right infront of your greedy noses." Barry said, anger in his voice.

The taxman, a bald headed Breton with some white hair around the back of his head, looked at Barry, "Your tone makes it sound like we are criminals." the taxman squeaked.

Barry growled, "Good afternoon." he said before shutting the door, sliding the lock in place. Loud, continous knocking emitted from it, the door shaking wildly.

"Open up or you will be arrested sir!" the voice of a guard shouted.

"You cant arrest me if you cant get to me, scamp butt!" Barry replied, lying back down and setting a pillow to his ear.

"We will knock down this door!"

"Go ahead! Knock down everyone elses on this district while you are at it!"

"Three,"

"Lalalallalalalalalala"

"Two,"

"There once was a ashlander!"

"ONE!"

The door burst open as a guard crashed into the room, pulling its blade out.

"STOP!" he shouted, Barry raising a brow.

"I cant sing?"

"You violated the law, pay the court a fine or serve your sentence, your stolen goods are now forfeit!"

Barry set his palm on his face, groaning, "I dont have any stolen goods, so you can go play infront of a ogre lair, you piece of Cliffracer Droppings!"


***

[[Dragax, Berinor Dwemer Ruins, North Eastern Ashlands]]

Gazing at the massive rusty towers looming above him, Dragax let out a deep sigh of exhaustion. For years, his family had worked to stop the spread of vampirism, but no matter how hard his family tried, vampires always seemed to get bigger and bigger.

Looking for a entrance, Dragax noted a massive gear like door, with a big lever seeming to connect to it. Striding toward the door, Dragax shield bumping into his back, his sword dangling in its sheathe at his side, Dragax took interest in the way the door was shaped.

Strange, he thought to himself, I have never seen a dwemer ruin like this. Just how long have these vampires been in here? How did the higher ups even know where to look?

Wrapping his gloved hands around the lever, he began to pull it around, hearing the oddly shaped door begin to open. The sound of metal scraping metal shrieked both, outside the ruin, and inside, making Dragax wish he bought a helmet.

Dirt poured from the area around the door as it rolled to the side, revealing a very dark hall.

"Like father, like son." he said to himself, stepping inside.

Looking the dark hallway over, Dragax didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. Usual dwemer lighting, the sound of gears moving echoing throughout the halls.
Pulling his blade from his sheathe and unstrapping his shield from his back, he set himself in a defencive position as he moved down the hall.

Very quiet he thought to himself, beginning to tense, just like Balorgraths tomb. Dragax entered a circular shaped room, with a dome roof and many other hallways.

"Hello?" he said, his voice echoing throughout the ruins. Yes Dragax, lets scream while we are at it. Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping across the floor began to echo throughout the room. Dragax could hear heavy breathing and alot of scurrying throughout the halls around him.

"Well, well, well," a deep voice said from behind him. Dragax whipped around to a pale orc, clad in dwemer armor, weaponed with axes attached to chains around his arms, "Looks like we wont have to go get dinner tonight, friends! Dinner, came to us!"

Many vampires of all races began to walk out from the halls, mainly consisting of Dunmer, Imperials, and Bretons. They all either wore dark robes, dark average day clothing, or, a very select few, nothing at all. The nvde ones bodies seemed very pale, there nails long, there fangs touching there bottom lip. Chains appeared to be wrapped around there necks, the robed vampires holding them like dogs on a leash.

Dragax took note of how they started to surround him and the orcish vampire, snickers coming here and there. The orc roared with laughter, starting to flail his chained axes around him, the air making woosh noises.

"I get the head, and drink the blood from his skull. You all can fight over the rest of him!" the orc shouted, flinging one of the chained axes toward Dragax. Not having time to get out of the way, the Redoran Knight raised his shield, it doing him very little good.

The shield cracked as the chained axe smashed into the middle. Dragax tried to pull the orc to the ground, yanking back his shield arm. Instead, the orc let out a roar as he pulled the arm that the chain was connected to back, dragging the shield and Dragax with it! He started to twirl the Dunmer above his head, laughing maniacly.

"FEELING SICK?" The orc shouted, his vampiric brethren cackling around him. Dragax slid his arm from the shield, flying onto the roof of the dome with a loud thud, before falling back to the ground.

Slowly, but surely, his world began to turn black.

***

[[Barry, Imperial City Prison District, Cyrodil]]

"Well, now." the voice of the imperial jailor said mockingly across the desk infront of Barry, "What do we have here? You evade your taxes, refuse to listen to a imperial city guard officer. And now, refuse to speak to me."

Barry bit down on his lip, his hands restrained by iron chains. He slowly raised his head, , glaring at the jailor.

"Tax evasion? I bought a house, on the waterfront district," Barry said, anger in his voice, "because Senator Ki'jar and his taxes, ended up making me sell my house on the Market District!"

The guard let out a laugh, "Not my prolblem. Just be glad you will have a roof over your head for the next week or so. And free food, if you like prison grub!"

Barry's eyes widened with horror, "P-prison? What... what.. how? Why?"

The guard lifted up a paper, "It says hear, you owe the city two thousand gold. You will pay that off by labor. Enjoy."

Barry started to struggle, trying to get out of his chains as a guard began to escort him down the stairs, toward the cells.




Barry could see many other prisoners, mostly poor. But he caught sight of some pretty mean looking orcs and imperials.

Being pushed into a cell with a stalwart Argonian lying down, Barry swirled around, trying to run out only to be greeted by bars. "Enjoy your stay." The guard said, sliding the lock to the cell before walking off.

"I dont belong here!" Barry shouted, banging on the bars.

The argonian behind him let out a loud snort, "Niether to any of us."


***

Heartbeat. That is all Dragax could hear. His own heartbeat. I cant die, I cant die. The dunmer thought to himself, his heartbeat starting to slow.

I wont die, I will not die he thought, starting to hear loud cheering. The darkness he saw became envoloped in blinding white light.

"Yes! Food at last!" a voice shouted. Dragax began to see blurs of yellow, gray, and green. The colors seemed to be moving about, voices emitting from them.

"SILENCE!" a voice roared from the green color, seemingly large, and covered in yellow below it. "How blind can you all be? If this meat came, then there are more of his maggot friends running around I bet!"

Dragax vision began to improve, now being able to make out the colors as people. The orc. He wanted to eat him! Dragax groaned, pushing himself up. He could see his blade lying underneath the orcs feet.

"Ahh! This one still has some fight in him!" The orc shouted, starting to swirl the axes around.

Dragax took note of statues, somthing he did not see the first time he walked in. Rubbing his head, he cracked his knuckles.

"You, my orcish friend, " Dragax said, some pain trailing in his voice, "are going to be in alot of pain."

(Please leave Feeback, so that I can correct my mistakes)

"What is this?" The orc shouted with spite, "I should be in pain? BAH! You, are more foolish then any Bosmer I have seen IN MY LIFE!"

Cracking his neck, Dragax felt no fear toward his mighty foes. The vampires in chains started snapping there fangs, eager to feed.

"Bosmer arent foolish," Dragax said calmly. "they are just annoying." He slowly walked toward the statue, keeping his back to the crowd of Vampires, and his eyes locked on his mighty foe.

Letting out a chuckle, the oversized orc began to grin, "I like how you think. To bad our family has no room left for the likes of you. To many mouths to feed!"

Dragax was now standing infront of the statue, feeling fear once more. Alright, we can do this. "Enough talk. Stop trying to kill me, and kill me already!" Dragax said tauntingly.

The orc let out a roar, cheers emitting from the crowd of vampires surrounding them He began to flail his chained axes around him, cackling as Dragax prepared himself.

The orc flung both axes at the Dunmer, roaring with laughter as they came soaring toward Dragax. Dragax stood exactly where he was, his breathing speeding up, his heartbeat pumping faster then a pack of cliffracers dying.

"FAREWELL MEAT!" The orc shouted just as his axes landed in the arms of the dwemer statue, which appeared to be of a Steam Centurion.

Dragax let out a battle cry, charging at the orc! He noticed the orc trying to pull the chained axes from the statue. He could hear as the arms began to crack, seeming to not want to let go of the axe!

The Dunmer came to a skidding halt infront of the orc, kicking his blade in the air and setting himself in a offencsive stance, "Come on! Stop trying to hit me and HIT ME"

The orc roared, giving a mighty tug on the chained axes with his arms. The sound of rock breaking off rock emitted behind Dragax! The redoran soldier quickly fell to his stomach, just as the arms of the statue came soaring over him, smashing into the orcs face and chest! The sound of bones being cracked sent a chill down Dragax's spine as blood burst all over the floor!

Dragax slowly pushed himself up, shaking. Blood always did send dark thoughts through his head. The crowd around him was in silence, staring at the body of what the Redoran Knight beleived to be there leader.

"HE KILLED HIM!" one in robes and holding a chain leash, with the nvde vampires screamed, "He killed Korgor! And you know what that means? MORE MEAT FOR US! Sic em!" the vampire let go of the chains, letting the insane ones charge at Dragax on there fours! Many of the other handlers did the same as well, laughing maniaclly!

What the hell are those things? Dragax thought to himself, setting his stance to a more evasive offencive setting. One of the crazed vampires lunged toward him, only to be dodged as Dragaz sidestepped, bringing his blade toward a leg.

Blood shot in the air as the Redorn Knight's blade cut through flesh, the beast screaming in agony! Dragax had no time to examine the damage done, for yet three more of the crazed ones came dashing at him!

Dragax leaped back as he swept in a vertical motion toward the soaring body of one, the blade getting stuck in a rip! The beast tackled Dragax to the ground, about to bite into his neck

The Dunmer quickly countered, grabbing its head and twisting it! The snap of bone emitted from the creatures neck, blood dripping on the Dunmer's face!Pushing the beast off him, Dragax grabbed his blade and began rolling to the side, pushing himself to one knee as soon as he got enough distance.

The other two beast crouched on there legs, coughing as they circled Dragax. The Dunmer outstretched his arms, preparing for a attack. He did not need to wait long, for both of the beast came charging toward him! Spinning around on one knee, using his other leg to kick one of the beast where it hurts, he slashed its companion right below the ribs, cutting it in half!

He continued to spin on that one knee, his armor sqealing as it scraqed across the floor! Setting the handle of the blade in both hands, he gripped it tightly as he brought it down into the chest of the last beast!

"Damn this wretched maggot!" One of the more sane vampires shouted from the crowd as Dragax began to rise. The Dunmer pulling a Restore Fatigue potion from his belt, gulping it down before setting himself in a defencive position.

All that remained, were the twenty or so vampires, six of them in robes, the rest in regular clothing. They all seemed to simuntanesly pull out weapons, what would usually be junk.

Dwemer pipes, bones of people, table legs. Only the robed ones had true weapons, dark blades. They pulled off there robes, tossing them to the side.

"First one to bring us his head, gets to have Korgors entire body!" One of the now un-robed vampire shouted, Daedric Armor now visible. His companions wore ebony armor. All of there armor had a circlular blood stain, that seemed to be painted onto it.


"Great." muttered Dragax, pulling another restore fatigue potion from his belt before gulping it down.



((Im feeling very cannibalike right now...))

Eagle-Talon sighed wearily, walking into his cabin. A lit fireplace and two beds made up pretty much every detail. Holding the door open for Elder Hawk-Eyes, he let his mind trance off.

Would if he dies while I am gone? Who will take care of him while I am gone? Talon's grandfather, the village elder, was dying of age. The village Shaman said he had at the most, two months to live. That was a week ago.

When will I be back? Will I ever come back?

Groaning, his grandfather set his cane on the wall, Talon closing the door.

"There we go." the elderly nord said, sitting down on his bed, "When I am gone, it will be up to you to continue our bloodline."

Talon let out a hacking cough, spitting out some mead he was drinking, "AGHHH! GRandfather! Dont say things like that!"

Chuckling, Hawk-Eyes rolled himself onto the bed, "Just reminding you, perhaps one last time."

Rolling his eyes, Talon continued to drink his mead.

***

Barry groaned, his head on his lap. The sound of clanking could be heard through out the cell block, many of the prisoners moaning, chuckling, or crying."

It was the most depressed thing Barry had ever seen. Closing his eyes, he wished he could sleep, but the noises was preventing just that.

"Hey, roomy!" the voice of the argonian hissed.

Looking toward him, Barry took note of his facial futures. Two scales on the top sides of his head, and a green circle around his nostrils.

"What are you in for?" the Argonian hissed with curiousity.

Barry shook his head, " I didnt pay the extremely high taxes." he said, disgruntled.

Nodding the Argonian let out a sigh, "My name is Gets-Away-First. Theives guild. I was arrested for trying to steal all the money in the Imperial Aylied Vault you see if you are on the WaterFront district."

Barry nodded, "Yeh. Isnt that were they store very powerful equipment to?"

The Argonian replied, "Indeed. It is very big. Fifty floors big! Twenty of the floors are living qaurters, for the very rich folk that hate being in public, but can make money without leaving home. The place is practically a city. They store all the big items at the very last floor, safe guarded by magical traps, that Councillor Ocato set up himself."

Barry sighed, "Thanks for the geography lesson."

The Argonian smiled, "You are welcome."

***

Dragax looked the fourteen vampires surrounding him over. There weapons were not the strongest, but they could hurt if they hit him in the head, he noted.

"Ok, so I kill your fiendic beast, make your brute smash himself, and just happen to survive a fall from the roof, and you still want to try to kill me?" Dragax said, his position still defencive evasive.

One of the vampires let out a roar, charging at him, swinging its dwemer pipe around widly. Dragax grabbed him by the wrist, twisting it while cutting his right armpit, followed by twisting his arm onto his back,using his blade to get the other arm around his chest.

He carefully eyed the other thirteen, hearing the one he had in his grasp whimpering. Another vampire roared, flinging a knife toward Dragax, only to have it be blocked as the Redorn Soldier pulled his captive vampire infront of him, using it as a shield. Kicking him out of the way, Dragax swung right across the chest of his foe.

Suddenly, the remaining twelve all charged at him swinging there weapons! Dragax leaped back, slashing across ones throat. Blood trickled down the ffallen victims neck, scarlet starting to appear on its shirt.

"Longest and most unfair fight in the world." Dragax muttered.

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There comes a time, of pure struggle. Where we must choose over fight, or flight.

Dragax smashed his blade into the neck of a oncoming vampire, only to be tackled onto the ground by two others.

When we must push past our limit, and feel no bounds.

Keeping his hands on there faces to prevent being bitten, he began to squeeze hard on there jaws. Blood started to trickle down his gauntlets,

In this point of time, it is there life, or your own.

Letting out a roar, Dragax pushed his foes off him, setting his knees on both of there stomachs and shoving his hands onto there necks, squeezing tightly.
His fingers began to dig into there skin, blood bubbling out of there necks. Hearing a snap, he pulled back, gazing at the eight remaining lower vampires.

"Enough!" The vampire in daedric armor shouted, his five companions behind him, all there blades out. "We shall not be wiped off this world! Mezakar, deal with this pest!"

The lower vampires backed away, one of the ebony armored ones stepping infront of Dragax, his blade out. Raising the blade, so it was pointing toward Dragax, he said in a calm voice, "If I do not show up within a hour, go without me."

The other vampires dispersed, going through the halls, iron gates falling in behind them.


Dragax gripped his blade, his heart beating fast.

But there comes a point, where not even our strongest can keep us alive. When this arrives, we must resort to everything else we have. We must, lose our current grip, and discard all we think we know. Thus, is the price of freedom. Thus is the price, of survival.


"Let us make this fast." the ebony armored vampire said calmly, appearing to be a Imperial.

He lunged at Dragax, only to be parried, if barely. Dragax sidestepped to the side, swinging toward the vampires arm, only to hit the ebony plating.

Drat , he thought to himself, how can I penetrate that? Leaping back constanly from many attacks, the knight could feel the weight of his own armor fatiguing him greatly. He wasnt a assassin, he was a blasted Redoran Soldier. He couldnt keep up like this!

He ended up tripping over a dead body, collapsing on his back. The vampire raised his blade, about to kill him, only to hit floor as Dragax rolled to the side. Pushing himself up and sprinting forward, he spotted the corpse of the orc he made smash himself.

The vampire swung once again, this time at Dragax chest. Jumping to the side, the Dunmer gasped in pain as the vampires blade cut across his arm!

"Aghh! Dammit!" he said, gripping his arm as he landed near the body of the orc. Blood trickled down his shoulder, dripping from his hand onto the floor.

Chuckling lightly, the vampire smiled, "Looks like you arent as strong as you appeared to be." he said calmly, raising his blade.

Dragax spotted a chain near him, giving him a idea. He pulled on the chain, a axe sliding out from rubble. Perfect, now to get this right.

The vampire was already charging at him, chuckling maniacly as Dragax pulled the chain intro a straight position, beggining to swirl it around his head.

THe vampire was just a few feet from Dragax when the Redoran Soldier flung the chained axe toward the vampire! It ended up going straight across his head.

The vampire laughed louded, "NOW YOU DIE!" he screamed, three feet away from Dragax! The Dunmer quickly pulled hard on the chain, closing his eyes.

The footsteps stopped. A long moment of silence. Slowly, the Redoran Knight opened his eyes to see the vampire standing there, blood rolling off down his forehead.

The blade that the vampire was gripping fell out of his hand, clattering onto the floor. The vampire did the same, a chained axe in the back of his head.

Letting out a deep sigh, Dragax eyed his arm wound. "Damn."






End of Chapter One.

Everything, has a opposite. The most beatiful of things, has a horrible opposite. Love, has hate. Friendship, has rivalry. Life, has death.

Good.... has evil.





Chapter Two.
Infamy

In the darkest depths of the past, the mot darkest of all evils shook the history of Tamriel. Villains such as, Manmicarro, and Dagoth Ur. The great necromancer, was beleived to be killed by a mages guild member, but any who were to beleive such a thing, would definetly need to catch up on there history.

A wizard in dark robes wondered through the woods, black hair, including facial. Sighing deeply, he looked upon a massive Aylied ruin.

"Fate. It cant be avoided." he muttered to himself, entering the ruin.

***
[[Bravil, Three Claws Inn]]

A Altmer in black clothing sat infront of the counter, sipping from some mead. His hair was brown, his eyes green. The argonian manager sighed deeply, "This is your fifth drink. I think you have had enough."

Smirking, the Altmer pulled out some gold from his pocket, sliding it across the counter. He took one big gulp of his mead, before setting it down and standing up.

"I will see you later perhaps. It all depends." He said, in a calm voice, carrying a evil tone. Walking out of the Inn, he took in the scent of the town. Leaning on a wall, he eyed three mages, who appeared to be very powerful in the magic arts.

"Perfect." he said, a dark smile on his face. The mages walked into a house, one casting a spell upon the door.

"Yes. Cast as much spells as you can, it wont do you good." The Altmer said, pushing himself from the wall and heading to the house.


***

The black robed wizard sniffed the air of the Aylied ruin, smelling death and decay.

"Definetly the place." he said to himself, eying many tables, some with corpses and knives, others with alchemy sets.

"Damn, what is with him, the freak." the wizard muttered.


"Arent we all, Deragar?" a deep voice said from behind the wizard ,making him jump! Turning around, he spotted a Dunmer in black, necromancers robes.

Deragar let out a laugh, "I suppose in one way or another, Manmicarro."

The Dunmer smiled, walking toward the corpse of what appeared to be a vampiric Imperial, "They are growing in number, Deragar." he said in a grim tone.

"Hmm. I suppose our creations could be the very end of us." Deragar said, eying the corpse. Fangs, and gray eyes.

Manmicarro nodded, "They are, very powerful, and from what I have heard, spread to Vvardenfall. But, I recently came across a very disturbing thing."

Deragar raised a brow, "And that would be?"

Manmicarro walked toward a panel in the wall, pushing on it. The wall slid open, revealing three vampires, stripped of clothing, still alive and chained to the wall! There skins were very gray, there eyes very red with bloodlust.

Deragar coughed at the sight, "What... what are those things?"

Manmicarro sighed, "They are the very same origin of vampire we created. It turns out, if they do not feed, they will be warped into true beast. I call them, The Ravenous. It is irreverisble."

Deragar nodded, "This can be bad, seeing how easy it is for there type to spread. We could have a big epidemic on our hands."

Manmiccaro smirked, "More corpses for me."

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The Altmer walked up to the door that the mages went into. Trying to open it, he found it was locked. No prolblem, just a simple Ondusi's Key will do the trick. Setting his hand on the door, he closed his eyes, the door's handle glowing purple momentarily, the sound of a lock clicking out of place heard.


He cast a chameleon spell on himself, carefully creaking the door open, he slipped in, gently shutting the door.

"No, Morok, you know as well as I that Berick defeated him. He is dead." A voice said from a nearby room.

"But I need to know, what provoked such behavior." This voice was more, young, but responsible.

"What is there to know? He went insane, and killed hundreds for his lust of power." A third voice said, much more older. "He payed for his life."

"No." the young voice said, "I think it is partly my fault. I was what kept him in control."

"Bah, matters, it does not!" the first voice said, "We have present work at hand. Go get the spell book, Morok."

"Very well."


A dunmer came walking from the room that the Altmer was listening in on, his hair black and extending to his shoulders. Heading up the room, the Altmer followed the Dunmer. The Dunmer went down a small hall, taking a left, the Altmer following.

Entering a room, the Dunmer walked toward a chest. Walking in after him, the Altmer dispersed his Chameleon spell, using a telekenetic pull on the door to close it, followed by a ranged Lockjam.

"Hello, Morok." The Altmer said, in a calm but spiteful voice.

Turning around, Morok's eyes widened as he looked at the face of the Altmer, "J-Jerek? Im-impossible. You... you are-"

"Dead?" Jerek said, smirking. "Yes, I was. A bloody battle it was, young Berick and young me."

Morok began to tremble, "H-how... how are yo-"

"How am I alive?" Jerek finished the question, chuckling, "I ran into a Argonian, with a regenerative ability. And sure enough, I did what I am best at. I learned."

Morok blinked, "So. Its true. You really went insane?"

Jerek cackled, "Insane? No. I learned that the only way to stay on top, is to get aggresive."

"What happened to you Jerek? You used to be a great mage! You us-" Jerek raised his right hand, a telekenesis spell pulling Morok up, making him silence himself.

"A great mage? No, I was the room mate of a very curious Dunmer. Now, I am Jerek, the Spell-Eater." He twitched a finger, pushing Morok onto the wall, "I am, one of the most powerful beings alive."

Morok coughed, closing his eyes. "No... no you are not." Suddenly, the room began to turn really dark.

Jerek sighed, pulling Morok to him with his telekenesis and smashing his fist across Morok's cheek.

"Not yet perhaps." he said, kneeling near Morok, rolling him so his head was facing Jereks. "But I am getting close."

The Spell-Eaters hand began to glow black, drawing closer to the face of the Dunmer, when suddenly...

The door burst open, a Breton and Nord mage standing there, both having staves ready.

"GET HIM!" The Nord shouted, the Breton flinging a very bright energy into Jerek, knocking him to the chest!

"Morok!" The Breton shouted, kneeling next to the unconscious body of his fellow Dunmer as the Nord raised its staff toward Jerek.

"Dont, you move." The Nord commanded.


Jerek let out a chuckle, "No body, commands me." He slowly began to rise....

Jerek forever

As for what happened in Lands of Madness... you will see towards the end of this Volume. I will have a special chapter just for that.

Manmiccaro slid a knife across the corpse of a vampire, blood trickling as Deragar coughed behind him.

"Oh, dont be such a baby." Manmiccaro said, pulling open the chest, grabbing two daggers and steaking the flaps of skin down.

Deragar covered his mouth and nose, "What is wrong with you Necromancers?" he muttered.

"Nothing. We are, just stepping forward into the future."

"You mean, the future of crazy vampires running around with no clothes?"

"No. That, is just a flaw."

"Hmmph. Either way, I highly doubt we can find a way to contain this.... this plague."

"Just watch, my friend. We Necromancers always find a way."

Manmiccaro set a hand on top of the vampires head, closing his eyes. The hand glowed purple momentarily, then suddenly, the creatures eyes burst open! All its organs began pumping, some blood rolling down its sides.

"Isnt that dangerous?" Deragar questioned, gazing at the pumping organs.

"Not at all. I shoved a dagger in its spinal collum, so it cant do anything."

"Ughh."

"If you don't have a strong stomach, I suggest you leave."

"Will do."

"Have fun."

"What is fun?"


((Ok, I am grounded Doesnt mean I wont be posting, but I gotta stop here. Cyas the next time I sneak on a PC ))

I find it funny how you hint at people to reveiw.

Meh. Corny.