So as I was playing my newest character in Morrowind I felt the urge to write about him. So I did and this is what I came up with, as of right now its just the Prolog but I have some ideas floating around in my head and it will semi follow some of Morrowinds main quest. So with out any further ado I present (the Prolog to) Dark Lore


Prolog

The top room of the tower was engulfed in an array of powerful magics, the bright light created by their engagement could be scene from all over Hammerfell. The conflict was between two mages; a Dunmer who appeared to be advanced in his years, he carried six long blades, the other mage an Altmer wearing red robes and and using an ebony staff.

A collision of weapons had sent the two mages flying backwards to either side of the room, the impact was enough to break some of the stone on wall. The Dunmer's blades had shot from his hands when he had hit the wall, his armor was in taters, he only had two blades left.

The Altmer lay on the other side of the room, he was just as beat from the battle, his long brown hair that had been previously tied up at the back of his head was laying next to him on the ground, the Dunmer had managed to cut it off, he would have been in shock if the rest of his body had not felt so broken

“This has got to end” The Dunmer said as he was propping him self up “In fact this is going to end right now!” he ripped off what was left of his chest armor and the sheaths on his back to reveal a grand portion of his upper body was covered in tattoos. Each arm was covered with tribal jagged lines with daedric runes inscribed along the lines. The lines on each arm flow to the center of the chest where a large closed eye was inked.

“I don't think now is the proper time for an art show Sarith” The Altmer remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

“I'd watch my words carefully Ocato, for you will be eating them soon” Sarith unsheathed his last two blades and muttered a small incantation. Flowing from the eye on his chest down to the end of his blade the ink on his right arm began to glow red and as did his left only it glowed blue. The red pupils that all Dunmer have, began to grow to the point where it enveloped his whole eye. Finally the closed eye that was tattooed on Sarith's chest magically oppened to reveal a white eyeball. With out speaking any words he assumed a combat position.

“Well that I have not scene before, you're so full of surprises today Sarith!” Ocato gripping his staff tighter “But you're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve” his staff then was surrounded by a white light.

Sarith again without saying a word speed forward lunging at Ocato. Waiting until the second before Sarith's blades would have hit him, Ocato suddenly vanished and then reappeared behind Sarith while swinging his staff full bore at Sariths head.

Sarith collapsed and the glow surrounding his body started to dissipate.

“Well I wasn't sure that was going to work, but I guess light shows aren't your thing are the Sarith” Ocato moved towards the lifeless body that lay at the edge of the tower “I'd kill you now for slicing my hair off, but a mutual friend of ours has bigger plans for you.
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“Wake up......wake up......we're almost here, I'm sure they'll let us go” a strange voice rang out


Ghost

p.s. I know my grammar has never been great so if you going to give some crit please go easy on the grammar

edit:I just fixed a few errors

ARGH! More! More! - Great write, great idea!!!

Very nice and interesting piece. Only mistakes I saw were small ones. The second paragraph where you the "some of the stone on wall" doesn't make sense. The other one I caught was the last paragraph you said the instead of they.

Great piece though and look to read more.