Blackhand productions. :gun:
Brings you. :ahhh:
Another lame fanfic.. :yuck:
Based on the Elder Scrolls Universe :read:
And some other stuff... bliviongate:
Anyways.. YEH! Smiley faces! :celebration:
And uh... VIOLENCE!
You get the point....










Lands of Madness

Introlude....


Four years has passed since the Oblivion Crisis. The empire rules by the control of Councillor Ocato.
The fighters guild is doing very well, thanks to the influence of the Imperial Legion. The mages guild is on the
break of destruction as the newly appointed archmage has banned conjuration magic after the oblivion crisis ended.
The Dark Brotherhood seems to have packed up and left Cyrodil. The theives guild has made a massive influence in the
town of Skingrad.



''Berick... BERICK! Hey as-hole! Wake up!'' Berick's eyes flickered open, the feel of wood on his cheek returning.
The imperial looked up, his blue eyes gazing into his partners brown. ''Tom.... Five more minutes please...''
''[censored]! Its your Twenty-eth birthday! Now get your [censored] up and have a round!''. Berick groaned... He hated being apart of
a guild. To many people that bother you when it comes to it, he thought to himself.

''Fine... Ill drink your swill....'' Berick grumbled, lifting a mug up from the wooden table. He gulped the Nord mead down, trying
to block out its awful taste. Afterwords, he set the mug down. ''Alright I had your shi- now can I please leave?'' the imperial said,
his brown hair getting infront of his eyes. ''Sure why not... Hey want to go check out that portal that seems to have opened up
on that island outside of town?'' his partner asked him.

''Sure... Why not....''

Why do you write such short pieces?

(( Thats me heh. Ill get back to work on BAttle of Skyrim later ))



Chapter one... Enter Madness...

''AHHHHH!'' Blood rolled down the battlemages cheeks as her eyes were ripped from her head! Blue energy
began to come out of the sockets and into a hand glowing black. The brain of the woman had ripped open
when the magicka began to be drained from her body. Kneeling infront of her was a altmer in a red shirt and
black pants. His golden hair dangled to his arms as his green eyes glowed brightly with the large amount of
magicka entering him!
''Now now Marabell... You know that you couldnt escape me...'' the altmer spoke, grinning. He pulled his hand
away from her, blood now covering it, and Marabells face. The altmer strode down the hall, bodies littering it.

''Silly little mages... They stand not a chance againt a Magic-Eater!'' the Altmer said to himself, his left hand raised
up, with a ball of electricity hovering over it. He glanced at the burst open doors, smirking at his handy work.
The Altmer came to a un-opened door. ''Well well well... Looks like today is my lucky day.'' the Altmer said
to himself, amused. He raised his right hand and thought of a dark tunnel with him and the door in it. He then
began to visualise a giant hand punching the door straight from its hinges!

The door flew forward, smashing through a window in the room! ''Whoops...'' The Altmer strode into the room, grinning.
He looked to his left, seeing beds and cabinets. He looked to his right, shelves and cabinets... And a closet. The Altmer
slowly walked toward it, his boots tapping on the floor. ''I know your in here...'' he said calmly, the lightning ball continuing
to crackle in his left hand. He raised his right arm and made a pulling motion with it, ripping the door to the closet out, sending
it behind him! The door smashes into the wall, its corner sticking into it. He gazed into the closet, no one in there.

Suddenly he felt his body begin to turn very cold! ''Your scared. Very scared.'' The Altmer said. ''I like it.... But I want that precious
magicka that you have!'' the Altmer twisted around, flinging the electrical ball from his hand. The ball exploded into three
spikes of lightning, most of them smashing into the wall or beds. But one found the Altmers main target! He heard the scream of agony,
smelt the burnt flesh. He saw the breton trembling, his back on the floor!

''Jerek!'' the Breton gasped, ''You bastard! Why have you done this?''. The Altmer, Jerek , grinned as he raised his left hand. The Breton began
to rise from the floor, his feet a couple inches from it. ''Because... I have a desire to get more powerful.. And why waste days of my life in a small
cramped tower when I can do this... the easy way?'' Jereks right hand began to glow with a black aura as he raised it toward the Breton.

''Please... Dont....'' The Breton pleaded, his blue eyes watering. ''My parents.. They will.. AHHHH!'' the Breton screamed, his eyes begining to be pulled
forward. ''STOP! PLEASE!'' Blood began to roll down the Bretons cheeks from his eye sockets as his eyes were ripped from them!

''Oh do shut up!'' Jerek said, begin to absorb magicka from the Bretons brain, splitting it open! Knowledge of powers like the ability to see living
through walls began to run into Jerek's own head. The Altmer felt his magicka level begin to increase, due to stealing from the Bretons!

.....

''This is sick... It must be him.'' Captain Brutus of the Bravil guard looked the chaos over. Puddles of blood lay all across the floor, next to bodies of
mages missing there eyes. Chairs and alchemy equipment lay on the floor. The chandelliar seemed to have crashed, somhow, into the wall.
''It must of been him! Only a man like Jerek could cause this much destruction...'' The nord captain stated, his blue eyes staring at a body that had many
forks and knives in it. Another one, behind Brutus, was nothing more then a charred corpse... The Nord Captain had been chasing after the
Magic-Eater for weeks. He was close, and he knew it. One hour ago, a khajiit had reported seeing a window crash open. He had heard screams and
alot of noise coming from the mages guild hall. The khajiit had reported a Altmer had entered the building minutes before
the mayhem.

''He is probaly still in the town! I want you all to find him! If you do, do not try to take him alone. He is classified as a level-red criminal!
Just find out where he is, immidietly report back to the barracks! We are not letting him escape this time...'' The five other soldiers
that were in the room nodded, then dashed out into the town.

(( How do you like Jerek so far :nuke: ?))


The boat drifted across the blue water, the moons reflection gleaming off of it. Berick gazed
at the many fish floating around in the water.
''Hey Berick! We may be getting lucky. The empire has given the fighters guild a very very
special job! If we accomplish it, we can be richer then the House Hllalu councillors!'' Tim spoke,
his short brown hair seeming to glow red from the moonlight.

''You know I dont care... I just want to find a meaning in life... Find a reason to live. '' Berick said,
the moonlight shining off his mithril armor. The boat bumped into a rock. Berick looked up to see a
blue glow coming from the small island the boat had bumped into. He jumped into the water, Tim following afterwards.
It was ankle deep, Berick took note of. The two waded under a stone arc, up onto a slope.
''Im telling you... When portals open out of no where... Its bad luck.'' Berick mumbled, the two reaching a plateua
on the island. Standing there was a Khajiit and a Imperial wearing Bravil guard armor.

''Hey, whats going on?'' Tim said, walking toward the guard. Berick glanced at the Khajiit, who was mumbling,
''You cant see me, you cant see me.. Niether can he... No one can see me.'' Berick shuddered, a little curious
about what caused these people's madness. Berick turned to see Tim conversing with the guard, when suddenly
the gateway began to shimmer! Berick looked to see a dunmer appear infront of it!
''It cant be right! It cant be! Everything is wrong! WRONG!'' the dunmer said, collapsing on his legs.

The imperial guard shouted, ''Get back! This one looks a little aggressive!''
''You all are going to die!'' The dunmer pulled a dagger from his belt, only to have his chest be slashed about by the
imperial guards longblade! Blood splattered onto the faces that the gateway was being held by.

''Unworthy unworthy UNWORTHY!'' A cracky voice echoed from the portal


(( I know my typing isnt the best but.. -shrug- what are you going to do?))

same question.

Take the first three posts you made, put them together and that would be a better length albeit extreamly fast paced and lacking in detail.

Jerek creeped through the town, a invisiblity spell active. He could see the town guard running around, trying to find him.
''I got to get out of here...'' He said to himself in a stern voice. He cast a detect life spell he had taken from one of his victims.
''Five... Ten...'' Jerek let out a sigh. He glanced toward the open city gate.... They were going to close it! The Altmer took a deep
breath, then began to dash forward!

''Hey! Get get him!'' Arrows wizzed past Jerek, some grazing his arm! Jerek felt a searing pain enter his left shoulder as the sound
of bone cracking was heard from his arm! ''AGHHH!'' Jerek gasped, continuing to dash. He ran past the open gate, across the bridge!

''Shi- shi- shi- shi shi-'' Jerek continued to say, as he reached the end of the wooden bridge! He flung a fireball at it, landing on the wood!
The pursuing guards came to a stop, then began to run back from where they came! Jerek gripped the arrow that was in his bleeding arm,
then he gave it a yank!

'AHHHHHHHHHH!''

***

Berick looked up at the three headed gateway in surprise! ''UNWORTHY! Useless mortal, walking bag of dung!'' The guard gripped his blade, as if
expecting somthing to come out from the gate and kill them all. Suddenly the voice turned cheerful, ''A nice effort though... A shame he's dead.

Berick glanced at Tim, ''I told you this was a bad idea....'' Tim rolled his eyes, ''Quit your bi-ching and just see what the gate man wants...''

''BRING ME A CHAMPION!'' The voice boomed! ''A mortal to wade through the blood and entrails of my enemies!'' Tim began to step forward, toward the gate!
The guard turned to him, ''I wouldnt do that if I we-''

''REALLY! Do come in! The isles are quite lovely this time of year!'' Tim eagerly began to run forward, but Berick grabbed his arm. ''A magical gate suddenly opens up.
A dunmer comes out insane.. A Khajiit is even more crazier then it should be! Do you really think that its a good idea to go into that gate?''

Tim grinned, ''YES I DO!'' He pulled Berick into the gate with him!

***

(( Till I find a place to store everything, I will be typing like this for awhile <_< ))

??? do you mean you dont have a hard drive or what?

(( lol I dont know much about computers when it comes to saving documents. -shrug- ))

... are you saying you do not know how to save documents?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!???!!!! :poke:

Do you have Microsoft Word, Abi, Open Office, etc? If so just create a new document and save your story.

Holy crap. Cool it with the ellipses. You don't need to replace every other period or comma with "...". Ellipses do nothing that a period or comma, or even a well-placed word or action, can't do. And they look very silly.

Then I'll read it.

Frodo's back.

And he's correcting people...again.

you must italisize correct because we all know he does not do it for their own good.

edit: I did not have to italisize italisize but it was just too tempting.

Speak for yourself. Frodo IS trying to help people.

(( I beleive I had word or somthing. Just dont know how to open it lol ))

type "word" in whatever search engine your pc has and click what comes up. (you usualy find search by clicking start and looking at the first stuff that comes up)

I was being sarcastic about his blunt way of doing it, not to say it is not infinitly useful. :shrug:

''Welcome.... Please sit.'' Berick's vision was blurry, he could not see anything but what seemed to be stone.
The imperial looked around. What is this place, he thought to himself. Some sort of prison? Was this the reason
of the Dunmer's strange behavior?
''Beri.... Berick!'' He recognised that voice. The voice of.... of who?
'' BERICK! Get your fuc-ing as- up! You always are like this when it comes to teleportation!''
Yep, Berick thought to himself, that was Tim all right. Though somthing seemed very different about him.
''Oh my. It seems we have a rather, polite, one here today.'' A dull, sarcastic, voice spoke out as Berick's vision began to
return. Groaning, the Imperial pushed himself up, ''Tim.'' He said, rubbing his head, ''This is a bad idea. You remember
that one time we went into a oblivion gate, with fifty or more troops?'' Berick looked at Tim, surprised to see a glare in his eyes.
Still the imperial continued to speak, ''The gate you said would be a go-'' Tim suddenly grabbed Berick by the arms and shoved him
into a chair! Berick looked around, the room was dark, the walls seemed to be made of brick, but there was somthing odd about them.

Infront of Berick, was a stone table. And on the other side of that table was a bald man with black-gray hair on the sides of his head. His eyes
appeared to be black. The man had on a black suit with a weird collar that looked sort of like a red flower, with a head growing in the middle.
Berick heard some tapping on the table and looked to see a pyrmaid shaped box-like thing with somthing that resembled a fork tapping up and down
rythymically. (( I MADE A NEW WORD!!))

''Dumb shi-.'' Berick heard the voice of this angry version of his lifetime friend as he sat in the chair next to him. The bald headed man sighed, then took
a deep breath.
''What is this place? And who are you?'' Berick asked with a frown. The bald headed man smirked in amusemant.
''I am Haskill, chamberlain of the lord Sheogorath. And this is the Shivering Isle's, my lords realm.'' Berick blinked. Was this some kind of mages guild
joke they did every year? He decided to play along.
''Hmm. And the gate outs-'' The imperial found himself interruped by the angry voice of Tim!
''Will you please!'' Tim shouted, ''Shut the hell up, and let the damn man say what he needs to say!'' Berick blinked in surprise. This was
nothing like the Tim he had known!

''No need to yell, we have all day.'' Haskill said, his hands clasped togethor on the table.
Berick gave a nervous glance to Tim before stating his question again.
''What... Umm... What... What is the deal with the gate outside?'' Haskill gave a amused smirk.
''Yes.. The gate. You have entered it, and now you are here. Amazing, truly! It is not a mark of war if that is what you are thinking. It is
a invitaiton. We have not violated any rule's as far as we know.''

''And the people outside?'' Berick questioned, ''What of them?'' Haskill let out a irritated sigh, obviously having answered many of these
questions before. He said, once again in his dull voice, ''They came in ill prepared. There minds are now the property of MY lord. No one is
making you stay, you can leave anytime you want.''

Berick began to push himself out of his chair, only to be stopped by the booming voice of his friend.
''You going to puss- out on this Berick? What do you have in that other world? Your mom is dead, the contracts are at a all time low! And lets
face it, you wont last long in Cyrodil!'' Berick stood in shock, not beleiving what has happened to his friend. He then remembered the Dark Elf
outside. The one that was truly insane. Maybe this was not some mages guild prank... Maybe this was the real deal. And if it was, then Berick
was going to give this Mr.Sheogorath a piece of his mind. Little did he know that, he would, litterally, be doing that.

***

Jerek slowly got up from under the tree he had been healing himself at. During the time he had studied the arrow, he noticed the mark that was
inscribed on it. For three years, these people have been trying to stop him. Many have attempted to kill him, none of succeeded. Jerek decided it was
time to give these people a piece of his mind. But he would need to get a disguise before just waltsing on into the town. Moving his fingers about, he looked
up at the hill he stood before, and noticed a daedric shrine to what seemed to be Sheogorath. The Magic-Eater knew all to well that
daedric shrines were like giant loaves of bread to cultist. Get one loaf of bread and set it near the room you least go in at your house, you get
a rat dragging his friends in that room. Get one daedric shrine, you got one cultist dragging his friends along for a long stake out.


***

Jerek grinned at the stares from the five cultist. He had forgotten that his sleeves were covered in blood. Grinning, the Altmer raised his
left hand and twitched a finger! Suddenly a piece of lettuce that was lying on the shrine flew into his hand!
''Wonderful weather we are having, eh?'' The Altmer said before taking a large bite out of the lettuce. A dunmer, dressed in white robes
and wearing a leather helmet drew out a staff... Or was it a spear? It looked lke a stear.... (( I MADE ANOTHER NEW WORD!!! XD ))

''Sheogorath take you!'' The dunmer shouted, shooting a spell from the stear toward a Khajiit wearing a black suit. Suddenly, the Khajiit
let out a scream, then his head began to sink into his suit. The suit floated gently onto the grassy ground.
The dunmer and his other friends looked down at the suit, somthing moving in it, then toward Jerek.
''Good job... You just did somthing bad to your friend.'' The Altmer used another telekenesis spell on the tunic to move it out of the way, grinning
at the mudcrab under it! ''This is to good!'' he said laughng! Jerek used a telekentic pull on the staff and ripped it out of the dunmers hands!
''But now.... You shall see that I can do tricks to!''

Two things,
a)They are gettting longer, do not post anything shorter than that go longer if you can.
B ) Frodo was right the ellipses, you have alot!

(( Before we continue there is one thing I mu- -beep beep bee- ''WHAT THE FU-'' :nuke: ''MUUUHAHAHAHHA! Muhaha, BWAHAHAHAH!

And now the story shall continue.... Wait... What the... -looks outside window to see bliviongate: ''AHhHHHH! ))



''Enjoy your stay.'' Berick raised a brow, but just then the walls began to burst with a blue light into... Butterflies?
Berick shut his eyes and bent his head as they fluttered around, tickling his skin.
''Get these vile things off me before I murder them!'' Tim said, frustration in his voice! ''AGHHH!'' The sound of crunching
was heard among the fluttering. Berick began to smell grass ( It is possible) and air. He could hear the sound of crickets chirping
in the distance as he slowly opened his eyes. The night sky was lit with many purple, yellow, and blue stars! The moons that Berick
was so use to were not there. Looking around, Berick saw that Haskill had disappeared. Then he averted his gaze to the wall that surrounded
the hills they were at.

The imperial in shining armor could see many giant mushrooms poking out of the ground. A little beyond the mushrooms were stone buildings
that much reminded Berick of Aylied Ruins. Then a small town that made Berick think of Seyda Neen, a swamp colony on Vvardenfall.
''Wow, Tim.'' A sudden urge to explore this vast world came over Berick. He just HAD to help the local populance out. He just HAD to
explore inch by inch. He just HAD to try there drink's! Wait, the imperial thought to himself. What the hell am I thinking? This is nothing
like me!

''I thought he would never leave.'' Berick heard a voice speak to his right. Tim! The sound of a blade sliding out of it's sheathe was heard
among the two. Then Tim slowly began to rise, a dark look on his face. ''But now.'' He said in a agitated voice. ''I have come to realise that
you are just a waste of skin, bone, blood, breathe, and my time! YOU are just a burden to this world that I dream of! YOU are trash! Meat!
I am a god among our kind!''

Berick couldnt beleive what Tim was saying, ''Tim!'' Berick gasped, ''What has gotten into you! Ever since we got here, you have been treating
me like Cliffracer droppins!''

Tim coughed ''I have no time for this!'' And with those words, he raised his claymore!

Berick's eyes widened in horror. But instinct quickly took over and the Imperial raised his shield! His arm was knocked back slightly as the blade
hit the metal circle on it! Berick immidietly followed the block with a shield bash, causing Tim to stumble back! Berick immidietly drew out his
silver blade and swung toward Tim's thigh, only to have it nearly kicked out of his hands! Berick raised his shield to block yet another oncoming
attack, stumbling back slightly as Tim's blade hit it! ''Tim! Its' me! Berick Landrath!''

''I know who you are! You are WEAK!'' Berick smashed his gauntleted right fist into Berick's face, knocking him back! ''WORTHLESS!'' Berick rolled
to the side, knowing what was about to happen. He heard the sound of metal hitting ground as he pushed himself up, letting his shield slide out of
his arm!

''Tim. I dont want to hurt you!'' Berick said, his blade clutched in both hands, his back bent. ''Just put th-''

''AHHHHHHHHHH!'' Tim charged at Berick, waving his blade around widly! Berick thrust his blade forward, sqeezing his eyes shut. The next
thing he heard was metal being torn, a squirt, and some cracking. And all he felt was warm liquid spray all over his face!

***


Brutuse looked the five corpses over. None's eyes had been pulled out, but it was Jerek all right. He couldnt tell by the glowing
dust on the grass. Jerek was known for being able to drain the magic energies of items out as well. Davian, a wood elf scout with
leather armor and curled red hair walked toward Brutuse, shaking his head.
''No footprints, no scent, no blood, no torn clothes. It is almost as if he had never left.'' Davian said, his arms crossed.
''Keep looking. He has to be here somwhere.'' Cloud ordered, looking the shrine to Sheogorath over. Suddenly, a Altmer appeared
infront of it! A evil grin was on his face.

Jerek smiled, rubbing his chin. ''No need, good captain.'' Jerek said coldly. ''Your little friend is correct. Oh and by little, I mean little.''
Davians face turned red as he clenched his hands into fist! ''WHY YOU PUNK! Come down from there and I will sho-'' Jerek raised a finger,
forcing Davians jaw shut! ''Now now. No need to be rude!'' Jerek said as Brutuse let out a shout, pulling out a dagger! Jerek made a
hand gesture, pulling the dagger out from Brutuse hand and into his own!

''A knife? Really now? This is how you planned to defeat one of Cyrodil's most wanted? My my, the Legion gets dumber ever day!''
Jerek tossed the knife behind him, slowly striding forward. ''Sit down, let us talk.'' Suddenly, he heard somthing in the air near his ear.
''Hmmm?'' He then saw a volley of arrows heading his way! The Altmer raised his right hand, stopping the arrows! He could see a group of
eight getting ready to fire another volley! Jerek rotated his hand around, the arrows turning as he did so! He then raised his finger toward the
group, unleashing there own volley right back at them! Blood splattered in the air as they hit there targets!

''You bastard!'' Davian shouted, running toward Jerek with his fist raised! Jerek flicked his hand backwards, then toward Davian! Suddenly
the dagger that Jerek tossed behind him wizzed past his left ear and into the Scouts chest!
''Ahhhh!'' Davian screamed, gripping his chest as he fell onto the ground! The woodelf began to crawl away from Jerek, only to be stopped
with the raise of a hand!

''Where do you think your going?'' Jerek rhetorically asked. He made a pushing motion with his left hand towar Brutuse, sending him flying a
good few yards back! The Altmer then averted his gaze back to the bleeding Bosmer on the grass. With the slight rotation of his right hand, he
flipped Davian over! His left hand began to glow black as he clenched it into a fist, raising his index finger! He made a come-here motion with it.

Davian felt his eyes began to be tugged! Agonising pain swam through his brain as they began to rip out of his head! The woodelf let out a shriek
of pain as the blood began to roll out of his sockets and onto his cheeks! Then it felt like his head was splitting open. Then.... His world went black.

This is good

I like the parts with Jerek especially

Chapter Two
Six Months Ago

Jerek's eyes were anew. He could see the trails of many, but he was focused on one. The trail of Brutuse. Just as the Gray Fox and Lex were
mortal enemies, so was Jerek and Brutuse. Calmly walking in the direction of Brutuse trail, he bounced a fireball in his left hand.
''This is fun!''
***

Brutuse dashed through the forest, branches slapping him in the face as he did so. Panting, he made a turn to his left, tripping over some
underbrush. He had no idea where he was. He had no idea why he had decided to take up the chase againt Jerek. For the first time in his
career life, Brutuse was scared. He needed to stop, get some air. Looking behind him, he only saw some deer. Setting his back to a tree,
he let his body slide down. How could Jerek have such enourmous amounts of magic at his disposable. His papers said that he was born under
the Atronach, so how in the world was he still casting spells. Unless, he had consumed so much energy from the Welknyd stones.


***
Six Months Ago.

Jerek sighed, flipping through the tomes. Mages guild research was a pain. Sitting in a room with stone walls and a green bed helped him concetrate
on his research though. A lantern helped him out, seeing how there were no windows. His green apprentice robes were the only things keeping him
warm at the moment, seeing how he needed the room frosty. He glanced at his alchemical equiptment, a couple Bittergreen Petals and some Scrib
Jelly in it. From the apparatus, a dark green colored ooze lay frozen in a block of ice. Rubbing his chin, Jerek though about what he could do, when suddenly.
''JEREK! Unlock the damn door!'' knocking and shouting was heard coming from the other side.
''Not right now Morok! Working on somthing!'' The sound of a lock turning was heard from the door. Jerek let out a small curse to lock opening magic.
A dunmer walked in, rubbing his hands. ''Bloody hell Jerek! Its frozen in here.''

Jerek sighed, closing the tome he was reading. ''I know. Please close the door before you ruin the experiment.'' Morok looked at the green ooze, ''What the hell
is that?'' He question, ''Cliffracer shi-?'' Jerek got up from his seat, ''No. Its a special formula im working on. Takes about a year to complete. What the potion does
is, it sends out a long blast of toxic, killing the very earth. This was used during the Oblivion Crisis to wipe out a entire Mythic Dawn settlement. The battlemages
swiftly burnt the entire area, set a magical barrier around it, and enforced Marshal Law.''
''Aye, Berick. The bandits are this way.'' Tim gestured toward Berick, who was wearing iron armor. Tim had on some leather, and was using two shortblades.
Morok rubbed his head, ''You know, if the Archmage found out you had that on you, he would not only destroy it and banish you from the guild. He would most likely
turn you into roasted Altmer.''

Jerek smiled, ''Then lets make sure he does not find out.'' The altmer got up and began to walk out of the room.

***


''You really are going to use leather armor? '' Berick said, a spear raised in his left hand. ''All that will do is keep you warm.'' The two fighters guild members were
behind a rock, onto a very cold mountain. Snow floated gently toward them as they observed a camp crawling with Bandits.

''Two of them are orcs in daedric armor. Three of them are in some kind of golden armor I have never even scene before. '' Tim said, gripping his two blades.
''It looks fairly light though. And one of them is a mage.''

''Drat.'' Berick cursed under his breath, ''Orcs and mages? And none of them are friendly I assume.''

''We were sent to kill them.'' Tim said, ''What do you think?''

Berick sighed, ''Alright, stay here. And try not to get us caught this time.''

''HEY! That was only because I didnt see the trap!'' Tim shouted. Berick heard some movement, then a gruff voice from behind him. ''Well. If it isnt the high tom [censored]!''

***

''Lets see.'' Brutuse observed a room, one body on the floor. A spear had been shoved in the spine of the victim, a wood elf with weird curly hair. Black clothes, and alot of blood.
''It was a sneak attack. He never saw it coming.'' Brutuse gestured to four footprints, one trail behind the Woodelf.
''This kid, was just taking a walk with his idol. Suddenly, he says somthing very stupid I assume, and gets a spear in the back.'' Brutuse nudged the body with his foot, rubbing his chin.
''Where is he Davian?'' Davian was knelt down, looking the floor over.

''It would seem like, he stepped backwards. From there, he headed out of town.'' The wood elf said, looking at the door. ''I assume that he is heading to the Imperial City. Probaly the arena
champion.''

Brutuse sighed, ''Why is it.'' He said to himself, ''All these adoring fans look alike.''


***

''Berick and Tim are there names.'' A Breton mage said, looking the two Fighters Guild members over.
''Well well.'' One of the orcs grinned, holding a daedric helmet under his arm. ''Looks like we are famous.''

Tim moaned, '''Why me?'' Berick cursed under his breath, knelt down with his hands over his head, ''Because, your dumb [censored] had to shout.''
''Oh... Yeh.''

One of the orcs grabbed a giant Daedric Warhammer from the ground and patted it in his hand, grinning. ''Im hungry!
Another one jerked the hammer from his companions hands, ''You idiot! We dont smash them! You have to knock them out, and cook them!''
The Bretons hands became lit with fire, ''I can cook them....''
Suddenly, the orcs began to argue! Three Dumner in a odd golden armor that appeared light rushed up, trying to stop them before a fight began.
But then, one of the orcs smashed a plated fist into a dunmer! ''ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I have had it, with these motherfuc-ing argonians, on this
motherfuc-ing airship!''

Berick and Tim gave eachother questioning looks, glancing nervously at the group. ''I think,'' Berick whispered, ''That orc had a bad childhood.
Tim nodded in agreement. The two watched as the group of bandits began to kill each other! ''Time to go!'' Berick said, pulling Tim up as he leaped onto his
feet. The two began to sprint down the mountain, avoiding fireballs and arrows as they rushed.

''OH MY GOD!''

***

Morok and Jerek strode down the hall, ''So you leave today?'' Jerek asked, looking the other mages over as they practiced spells. Morok nodded, ''Marik wants me
to return back to Telvanni Territory. Said it was urgent or somthing.'' Jerek sighed as the two entered the courtyard, looking up at the Arcane University's tower.
''Ahh well. Now I have the room all to myself.'' Morok shook his head, ''Actually no. You have to share it with a scamp!''
Jerek came to a stop, blinking, ''Wha- What? They teach scamps now? ARE YOU SERIOUS?'' Jerek shouted, not beleiving it.

Morok raised his thumb and shouted, ''Beleive it!''

Five Months Ago

Jerek continued to flip through tomes, his eyes red with exhaustion. ''Hey you!'' The door slammed open, and a scamp
wearing blue robes trotted in, pointing a bony finger at Jerek. ''You! Tit-wit!''

Jerek turned around and shouted, ''What the fuc- do you want you fat bastard!''

The scamp grumbled, ''I just want to warn you. I told those battle-mages about that weird posion your working on. They
are coming to observe!''

Jerek's eyes widened, ''You did what? You told them, that I have a acid, that if dropped on the ground, could turn Cyrodil into a
wasteland?''

The scamp shrugged, ''Thought they would like it!'' Jerek made a fist with his hand, then suddenly it began to glow a dark color.
''What the,'' he muttered to himself. Then he remembered. During this months studies of the dark arts, he had found out a move
that could steal powers from others. Jerek had finally understood how to use it.

Slowly, the Magic-Eater began to rise, ''I understand now.'' Jerek said calmy, pushing the chair under the table. He pulled out a
vial containing the deadly virus. ''I dont need any of you.'' Jerek walked toward the scamp.

''You ok there buddy? Maybe you ne-'' Jerek smashed the vial on the scamps head with his dark hand, watching as it stood there swaying a little bit
before collapsing on the floor! Jerek quickly rolled it over to it's side and set his dark hand on it's face, allowing the spell to do its job. He watched as the
eyes were ripped straight from the scamps head, revealing sockets and a pulsing brain in them. Shuddering, Jerek set two of his fingers on the dark hand
onto the brain. Blood began to bubble out of the sockets as the brain was began to be torn in half!


***

Berick looked the orders over, Tim standing beside him. ''They want us to head on over to lovely old Bravil.'' Berick said with a sigh. ''Is it just me, or is the guild
more of a millitary force ever since Dontan retired?'' Tim nodded in agreement, ''Well. To Bravil then?''

***

Jerek paced down the hall, his hands in his robes pockets. The halls were empty, seeing how it was night time. Jerek took a left turn, only to find himself looking
at the old face of Battle-Mage Abarian, a white haired imperial in blue robes.
''Ahh Jerek! Your friend told me you had somthing to sho-'' Jerek slamned his fist into the mages temple, then leaped ontop of him, slamming his fist reapedetly into Abarian's face!
The old man didnt even get the chance to fight back as Jerek shoved his dark hand on his face!
''Now I understand! This urge for power! The ability to get strong with just one little sacrifice!''

***

''We are here under important business. Now with all do respect sir, open this gate!'' Brutuse and Davian stood infront of a iron gate. The entrance to the Arcane University.
''With all do respect sir. You must have a recommendation from each town with the exception of kva-'' Brutuse grabbed the Battlemages head through the bars and slammed
it constantly on them! The gate burst open as the mage collapsed on the stone floor.

''Was that neccesary?'' Davian questioned as the two walked in. Brutuse grinned, ''He wouldnt open the damn gate.''

The two walked toward a building with a magical barrier around it. ''What the hell is that?'' Davian said as the two went down some steps. One of the mages gave them weird
looks as Brutuse walked over to the chief Battle-Mage. ''Whats the barrier for? I dont think anyone wants to go in and see a dead body.''
The chief gave them a glance, ''It is not to keep people out. Its to keep somthing in.''

Brutuse shrugged, ''Let us in then. And dont give me any recommendation crap either. I am not in the mood.'' The battlemage looked him over, then opened a small entrance through the barrier.
''I suggest you get your business done fast!''

......

''Hmm. Well this is new.'' Davian said, knelt before a puddle of blood. Brutuse looked down the hall to see withered plants. ''Indeed. Dark Brotherhood maybe?
Davian shook his head, ''I can smell alot of magic on this corpse.'' Brutuse poked a wither flower, ''Its a mage. I would expect so.''

''No I mean, ALOT of magic. Magic isnt that strong unless it hit somthing. And judging by the scent, the person who killed this poor soul is very powerful.''
Brutuse sighed, ''Do you know where to go?'' Davian nodded.

I will point out that the length is improving but keep trying to expand on ideas.

This chapter is just a little rink-a-dink to explain some things. And if you have been reading some of my other Fan-fics, you may have recognised a character