Florig moved to the remians of the tavern as he hears numerous cries and yells for help from within.
"Wait here! Clear the town and take note of where the skyships are headed!" Florig yelled at his companions before busting down the door to the burning tavern and heading inside. Inside Florig saw remains of legionnaires, civilians, children, and undead alike, they were all in grotesque shape and burned to the point of half the bones showing. Florig punched a piece of wood out of the way and hacked at a nearby cabinet, inside sat a small child, sobbing as his dead parents roasted like a pig in a nearby fire. Florig quickly snatched up the child and headed to the entrance...It was blocked by an enormous fire.
"Damn!" Florig yelled. He looked around and caught sight of two windows, he leapt and crashed outside onto the dirt, the child still in his arms, obviously traumatized.
"Natus!" Florig motioned for his companion.
Natus siad a word to Crippo and ran over to Florig, making a sarcastic salute, "Yes sir?"
Florig growled, "Take this kid and leave it in the center of town, help will come for him..."
"But..."
"Do it!" Florig tossed the child into Natus' arms and checked the dead for anything worth while, not caring for his recent insencitivity for the ring was slowly taking his heart, soon, it would take his body, and last...His mind.
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Two hours later
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"Florig!" Florig looked up into the hills and saw several Legionnaires upon great black steeds, Geadros in the lead.
Florig pulled his blade, "I'd flee if I were you...I won't hisitate to cut you down! ALL of you!"
Geadros nodded and gave his blade to a general sitting beside him, whispering to him before climbing down from his steed and slowly approaching Florig, "Florig, old friend....Please, listen to what I have to say, sheath your blade and let us speak like civilized beings." Geadros smiled and Florig growled as he sheathed his longsword, glancing into the nearby foilage as Crippo and Natus watched in secret....

OOC:good post Gelron, i would have wrote the same thing!

"Florig, the ring has to be destroyed, as you know. But what you may not know is it can corrupt the body of the carrier....I've seen it in my dreams..." Geadros said.
Florig grunted a laugh, "Not only are you a traitorous bastard, you're now a fortune telling moron?" Florig rolled his eyes and went to walk into the hills, but was intercepted by Legionnaires.
"I'm afraid you can't continue....Give me the ring..." Geadros said, pulling a dwemer shortsword.
"Bastard..."

Florig knew he was outnumbered and contemplated what he should do, he knew handing over the ring would be a bad idea, or so he thought, and running would be the death of him. The only thing he could think of was to put the ring on, he reached into his pouch while keeping eye contact with Geadros and slipped it on, it was a different sensation this time, the fire didn't come but seemed to burn within Florig.
"What is wrong with him?" Geadros heard several Legionnaires say, looking at Florig who was writhing and screaming on the ground.
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Florig was dreaming as he was suffering, he saw things...Terrible things....He saw himself standing at a forge of some sort, in a dwemer tower. Geadros stood behind him, a powerful blade in his hand, cutting down a horde of undead. It was then Florig could see himself, he was different, his eyes had a red tint and his skin was slightly chared....The undead seemed to be helping Florig.
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Florig woke from the terrible dream, or vision, and saw fire. The flames within came out and burnt everything within a twenty mile radius, Florig stood up as the flames died down and he began to feel his body again. Looking at the devestation he saw dead Legionnaires all around, burnt forest, and completly blackened ground.
The fire was more of an explosion this time, it cut through rock, wood, trees, and buildings, Florig moved forward and saw a body on the ground, Geadros. Florig noted he was still breathing but was trapped under a piece of chared tree limb, he lifted the limb off of Geadros and let him get up, and without a word, Florig moved into the firery waste hoping Natus and Crippo were still alive. About a mile to the north, Florig found a river bed, it was dried up due to the fire, but two live faces stared up at him.
"Oh! Brilliant! Just great! DAMN!" Natus yelled, brushing the black ash from his face.
"Wha-What-Who? What happened?" Crippo said, wandering around in a daze.
Natus pointed an accusing finger at Florig, "You say I get us killed?! Me! You've killed an entire damn forest, almost us!"
Florig didn't say anything as he fell to his knees, one of his blackened pouldrons fell to the ground, "I-I didn't know..."
Natus laughed and started yelling at no one in particular, "Great! Didn't know....GREAT!"
Florig stood up and turned around to see Geadros behind him, he was as worn as Florig and the others, black from the ashes and fatigued from the heat.
Florig went to talk as a Hlaalu house dunmer sprinted over a hill, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Balmora is gone! Caldera too! The end is coming! Run for your lives!"

OOC: a very short post

ICC: Geadros looks at florig and see he is passed out, he loos and grabs him and rides back to Arkgthnd,
"lets take him to the healers!" he said as Geadros puts him on his horse and holds him all the way to the Dwemer Stronghold, as Natus and Crippo following behind, "Sir?" said another General, "What is it?" said Geadros,
"personally i think these nords are barbaric and uncivilized!" said the General, "hm... i have to say i agree." said Geadros. "General Geadros!, we are almost to Arkgthnd.

Florig awoke on a horse, looking up he saw the devastation was greater than he imagined, Balmora and the fort just outside was gone, just smoking piles of rubble. When the Legionnaires got to the bridge, Florig saw half of it was torn off, they had to ride single file.
As they made it across the bridge, Florig jumped off and saw Natus and Crippo walking up to him, it was then they noticed the Dwemer Ruin, Arkgthnd, was missing the great spire on top and the statue outfront was obliterated. They all moved inside saw the Redoran, Hlaalu, and Legionnaires had turned it into a base, looking around, they saw the Spire had actually fell through the ruins and was now inside the main hall, Florig grimaced as he saw multiple corpses lying around.

As Geadros runns towards the temple he gets a letter from the Duke.

"General Geadros, the Emperor has commissioned that the ring be transported to Castle Ebonheart and the Emperor himself will see the destruction of the Ring carried out by his Blades, when you arrive to the city proceed to the Grand Council Chambers where the Emperor and the Priest's will conduct a ceremony to purify the Ring.
If you fail to bring the ring we will commission the Death of the Legion and bring in the Elite Guard of Morrowind and the Telvanni to do the destrcution of the ring.
If you bring the ring you will be incharge of the forces to lead the Attack to the Mountain."

the note said, "Damn, i can't do this!" said Geadros, he walks over to the unexplored wing of the ruin and he sees the redoran guard have dug up a passege that leads to a Forge.

"General Geadros!" said a Redoran captain, "What is it?" he said, "We have found a forge! maybe we can ends this!" he said, "no we can't end this, we can only destroy the ring where it was forged!" said Geadros with Anger, "but sir.... i see, i get your point." said the Redoran Captain, "We'll we can forge weapons and items, to use against the Undead Soldiers!" said a Redoran Recruit,
"Yes, maybe, yes i will go in there and try to forge a new item to use against this threat!" he said with great pride, he walks in there and presses a small panel and sees a Dwraven Claymore is the only thing inside the panel, he looks back a shuts and locks the door, as he looks he sees the mysterious machines working to forge the weapon he chose, as he looks he sees a small form of hot lava forming into the claymore, as he digs into his pocket he pulls out this Bosmer ring he found back on Solthstiem and throws it in there and sees a huge flash of light, and a few hours later he gets up and sees the Dwarven Claymore with the Ring forged into the blade, he picks it up and grabs a chair and chops it down the middle and sees it burts into flames, after he gets out of this forge he goes into a room and locks his newly forged weapon inside the room.

Geadros runs over to the Healers and he gets on the alter and said he needs healing, so some healers get to him and heal him, while on the Altar he has a wierd dream.

Florig, Natus, and Crippo were, for some reason, not locked up this time, and were allowed to explore the entire ruins, which of course made sence, why would they escape? They'd be cut down before they could get halfway to the exit.
"Nice work..." Natus said to Florig as they got some food. They sat down at an ancient table and began to eat, Florig spat out the food, "What is this?" He yelled, pushing the bowl away.
Natus looked into the bowl, "Looks like Ogre dung..." He stood up and looked into the main hall, Geadros laid on an alter, sleeping with a strange glowing blade.
"Hey, Florig, look." Natus said. Florig stood up after finishing his water and looked at the blade in Geadros arms, "What is that?" Florig said.
"I don't know....." Natus said.
Crippo stood up and came to their sides, being an Argonian he saw the ring, "Look at that, it has a ring in it's hilt."
The other two looked and saw a faint sparkling ring, a small fire within it. Florig didn't know what to think, but he was alerted by a loud noise up at the entrance, several Legionnaires fell from the edge and into the hall as arrows rained from above...The undead had breached the ruins. They charged down the rock stairs and into the main hall a batle now raging. Florig went to unsheath his blade as he remembered their weapons were destroyed in the explosion. Florig, Natus, and Crippo slammed the heavy door shut and locked it, locking themselves in the small room.
"How did they find us!?" Natus yelled, pulling everything out, looking for anykind of weapon.
"The ring..." Florig said, pulling it out.
"If you put that thing on again, I swear..." Natus said, looking at Florig who held the ring in his palm.
"No, the creatures are attracted to it...." Florig pocketed the ring and began to help looking for weapons, franticly pulling out dwemer furniture and opening cabinets, it was then Crippo yelled, "Hey! Humans! I've found an exit!"
Florig and Natus ran over to Crippo who held a heavy trap door open with a large piece of Dwemer metal, "It leads up to the outside."
Florig peaked inside and sure enough he saw a beam of light shining, he pulled his head out as he heard banging at the door.
"Go!" Florig yelled, "I'll hold them off."
Natus and Crippo took one look at Florig and went up the tunnel.
God I'm going to regret this... Florig thought as the heavy trap door slammed shut and the door opened, undead spilling in and surrounding Florig, but instead of running him through, they got on their knees and lowered their heads, chanting a strange song in an unknown tongue. Florig felt something warm in his pocket and pulled it out, the ring was glowing with a firey heat, but Florig couldn't seem to drop it. The undead rose their heads and began to chant louder as Florig moved the ring closer to his finger......he put the ring on, but instead of another firery explosion, he felt power, an immence burning power. It seemed to flow through his body and a blade appeared in his hand, it was black and had a strange blueish glow. Florig rose his head and spoke, but it wasn't his voice, it was deeper and raspy, the undead stood up and lined up at his side....His army.
Florig looked up to the main entrance and saw two men leaving, Geadros and the other General, "Kill them..." Florig said to the undead soldiers who rushed to the main entrance.

OOC: a short reply

IC: Geadros looks up and sees Florig and his newfound allies, him and the general run towards the forge shutting it, Geadros quickly finds the Dwarven Claymore and shatters the blade and gets the bosmer ring and throws the claymore into the forge flames and it was destroyed, he then grams out his dwemer short sword and puts it in the forge again throws the ring in there, after five minutes of it forging Geadros picks up the dwemer shortsword and he finds a emergency exit but it is on the other side of the room from the forge, he looks around and sees a Group of Redoran Guards shooting bolts and arrows to the undead, when Geadros and the general run across the room hoping not to get shot upon then one bolt shoots the general in the Heart.
"No!" Geadros Yelled, he rishes over to the general,
"Geadros.... Geadros....." he said while coughing up blood, "Yes what is it?" he said, "im leaving... cough.... you in charge of the legion army..... lead them well.... and kill this threat" he said as he lied down and stops breathing, "Old man, quickly we must get out of here!" said a Legion Captain. Geadros quickly runs outside and grabs his black steed and rides to Ebonheart!

OOC: another short reply

IC: As Geadros and some Hlaalu, Redoran and Legionnares riding towards Vivec they pass by the ruins of Seyda Neen, some undead following them, as they ride some hlaalu and redoran get off their steeds and start firing at the chasing undead.

after hours of riding they make it to the city and ride to the palace of vivec to hide in the passges of the puzzle canol.

OOC: Short one by me too.

Florig, or what was remaining of his soul, finally breached one of the gates to the sewer like tunnels under the palace, his undead horde swarming in behind. He moved forward to a group of Ordinators and quickly dispatched them by several fast strikes with the strange blade. At last Florig and part of his undead army reached a baricaded room, noises coming from within, Florig roared with an otherworldly voice and he and his army began hacking down the baricade as arrows flew out, piercing Florig in the shoulder.
"When you get inside! Kill them slowly!" Florig yelled.
Florig ordered the undead soldiers to hack and burn the barricade.

OOC: my new character. a nw post later

Name: Captain Richard Ravon
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Class: Imperial Soldier
Rank In Legion: Captain
Birthsign: The Warrior

Starting armor: full set of Imperial Steel suit and Legion Shield
Starting Weapons: Steel claymore and steel dagger
skills: Blade, Heavy Armor, block, short blade, armorer, Leadership

Travel Bag: Healing potions, bread, Ale, a flask of water, a compass, a map of Vvardenfel.

Bio: Born in Morrowind and raised in Gnissis, Richard work as an Egg Miner in the mines near Gnissis and when he turn 21 he joined the legion, he trained in the abondoned mines near Gnissis and tested his skills in a Dwemer Ruin not far from the town, His mother later married Geadros after he was born, a few years Richard's father Geadros was stationed at the Moonmoth Legion Fort and Richard was stationed in Fort Darius, He quickly rose through the ranks and was Honored by the Duke for and outstanding record in the Legion, Richard wanted to meet his father after five years of missing him, but later on he didn't care for his father and used the Legion to his advantage.

OOC: Where is everyone lol?

Florig and the undead finally hacked into a small room, light beaming in from a hole in the cieling. The undead searched everywhere and reported to Florig that noone was to be found in the room, Florig cursed and stormed out into the wet tunnels, it was then he saw at least two dozen shadows moving through the end of the tunnels, with a loud roar, Florig and the undead charged after the men and mer, till finally they reached another dead end, Florig was utterly confused as it seemed more like a maze....That was until a close observation he saw a small panel on the wall, big enough for men suited in anykind of armour.
Florig ordered his undead soldiers to scour the tunnels and keep an eye for any other secret panels before he entered the tunnel himself, having no problem seeing with a strange night eye effect the ring had on his body.

Florig finally reached the end of a tunnel and fell out into the vivec palace, he landed in the water and when he stood up, saw several soldiers swim to land and into a mushroom forest. Florig roared from the top of his lungs and hundreds of undead soldiers, including the flying undead souls, crashed from the side of the palace.
"Find them! Bring them to me alive!" Florig yelled, pointing towards the forest as the undead flew or ran pass him and climbed into the mushroom trees, "Arrows!" As the last letter fell from Florigs lips, the undead remaining near him fired arrows into the mushroom forest, burning it and killing both friendly undead and natural wildlife alike.....And hopefull for Florig, his enemies.
As he watched from the now half ruined palace, he saw smoke rising from several distant areas, and not just from the earlier explosion...Towns, caves, ruins, and fortresses fell to Florigs undead hordes, screams echoed across the landscape, and it was then Florig remembered something.....His two former companions, Natus and Crippo, were still out there somewhere in the ruins of Vvardenfell......

OOC: sorry im late i had to take care of some stuff

IC: Geadros running in the forest, he sees the city Ebonheart in the distance and he orders his men to run to the city, as they run he remembers of his long forgotten son, he tries to recall he never liked him that much...

Meanwhile: Richard and his men look outside and sees some dwemer airships inbound to them, he also sees and telvanni army like garrison running towards the city and sees them casting spells at the airships, he goes down to the city entrance and is trampled by tunning legionnaires and hlaalu, he gets up and recognizes his father Geadros..
"Father?" said Richard but Geadros running towards the docks, Richard following behind him trying to get a boat ready.

"Father!" he roared, and Geadros looking at him, "Richard." he said, "quickly come with us!" said Geadros, "But i can't we have to wait for the Duke!" said Richard, "To HELL with the duke, we have to get to Vos and Tel Vos!" he said.
"General Geadros, quickly, we need to leave!" said a Legion Captain.
Geadros gets on the boat and Richard and his men and some healers follow.

As they row as fast as they could they get intercepted and geadros pulls out his forged Dwemer shortsword and cuts down a Flying spirit. as the boat gets a whole they row towards the Molag Amur way and run towards Molag Mar.

Few hours later

Geadros, his son Richard reach the city and run up to the temple. "i need healing" said Geadros as he gets on an Altar, two healers put him to sleep and Geadros has a wierd dream, a short pictured dream...

In his dream Geadros thrashes around on the altar..

...Geadros in a Dwemer Ruin in a room with a round altar with fire in the middle, he notices Florig come in, with the ring
"quickly throw it in there!" said Geadros, Florig throws the ring in the altar and is covered with with a firiery shield, Geadors grabs out his Dwemer shortsword and slashes the altar shield, a huge wave of fire covers the room, Florig and Geadros lying on the ground, with Florig unharmed and Geadros screaming like he was being tortured by Dremora in Oblivion, Florig looks at Geadros and Screams, Geadros eyes burned out by the fire and his whole body is on fire...

...Geadros lies on the ground and asks Florig to end his pain by thrusting his Dwemer shortsword into his chest...

Geadros wakes up but is not really awake.

Geadros looks at a man that looks like him but in Glass Armor..

"Gasp... who are you?" he said, "I am You." said the man, "I am your Corrupted self before you changed your ways." said the man,
Geadros takes a deep breathe, "gasp... but why?" he said, "Because you were stronger! if you continue without the corruption you will die, if you chose your corrupted path you may be saved, the dreams yo are having are the visions of the furture!" said the man
"Gasp, no i won't!" said Geadros, "you must! if you continue down this path i may kill you myself!" said the man
"Okay... Okay... i will do it." said Geadros, "but what will happen to florig?" said Geadros, "He will chose his own path, i may visit him myself!" said the man
"Go to Red Mountain, there is a secret ruin north of Dagoth Ur, go there and Florig will come to you, and kill him, spare him, keep the ring or destroy it, the choice is yours, soon i will visit him, but in the form of his good self!" said the Man
"you have a scroll to destroy the ring, you speak the Dwemer and Aylied words and you will destroy, you know the language!" said the man... "Now awake!" he said as he puts his hand on Geadros's Head.

Geadros awakes and he is changed, he feels stronger and more independent, he pushes his son out of the way and rushes down to the first level of the city and grabs a horse and rides to Ghostgate leaving his friends behind!

Florig moved into the ashlands as Ebonheart and the nearby forest was burned to the ground. He knew that the only places Geadros and the Legionnaires could be was in, or around, Molag Mar. He orders his undead legions to continue onward and pillage every, and all, civilian towns and villagers they come across. It was now the dark Florig set up a camp by a simple chant in the Dwemer tongue, dwemer objects and furniture sprung from the ground, a majestic sight for any and all beings, the tower rose and rose until its peak loomed over the land.
"What is this....Sorcery?" Florig said, rubbing his red eyes in disbelief. He ordered a platoon of undead soldiers and one spirit to guard the entrance as he moved inside the majestic dwemer tower. Inside were pristine dwemer furniture and weapons, Steam Centurions loomed in and out of the darkness, keeping the strange mechanisms in working condition. Florig moved around the dark circular room and finally found a heavy metal door leading to a glowing staircase, it felt like hours till Florig pushed open the last door and stood ontop the giant tower. Looking out he could see all of Vvardenfell and Solthstiem, including a birds eye view of the damage he had caused.
"Master.... *hisss*" A voice said behind Florig, Florig turned around and actually saw one of the spirits who terrified even his now corrupted self was talking, a terrible raspy voice, a hiss after every word, "What...*hiss* Do you wish of me?"
Florig gulped and stood tall, showing no fear, "Burn every village.....Leave none....Alive..." Florig turned back around as the spirit flew off with a small fleet of airships, but was alerted by the door behind him opening, several unarmed skeletons walked in and placed armour on a table, the skeletons nodded and walked back into the tower, leaving Florig alone ontop the tower. He moved to the armour and saw it was made of Dwemer metals, but seemed to have a sort of Deadric 'add ons'. The armour had vicious living spikes sprouting from the shoulders, helmet, and knees, the spikes cowered as Florig put the armour on his charred body, he wrapped a large red cape around his back and pulled out the blueish black sword, raising it high above his head and roaring, for all his enemies to fear.....

OOC: will put a new post up later.

Geadros riding he feels the ground shaking like it was an earthquake, he looks behind and sees a large Dwemer Tower that had risen from the earth, he looks out in the distance and sees his son, and a rallied army of Legion troops, he looks back and rides to Ghostgate, a few hours it felt but he was there in no time, he walks in the Tower of Dusk and walks down into the tower and sees Bouyant Armigers and Ordinators, he sits down at a table and asks a Dunmer to get there attention.
"Listen up!" said Geadros, all the ordinators and Bouyant Armigers looks at him, Geadros puts a peice of paper in front of him and tries to recruit as many Bouyant Armigers and Ordinators as possible.

Meanwhile:

Richard had rallied the Legions to come together as he did the Telvanni, Hlaalu, and Redoran, as they all ride they are intercepted by three dwemer Airships,
"Quikly, Bring them Down!" said Richard as he yells at the Telvanni Wizards, The wizards rectiting ome wierd words, and just like that they brang down the airship without damaging it, they all run inside and kill the undead soldiers,
"Lets ride that Airship!" said a Redoran Captain, "If they can work it, so can we!" said a Breton Legionnaire,
Richard and his men get aboard the airship and try tp work the airship, Richard pulls a lever and they are hovering , Richard gets on the the wheel and heads towards the Ghostfence.

Meanwhile:

Geadros sees he has recruited enough Soldiers and volunteers, he heads out of the Citadel and they all start running to the other side of the mountain.

Two Hours later:

Richard and the rallied soldiers have taken control of the Airships and the all of a suden a lightning blast hits all of the Airships by some undead soldiers who are working with strange magics, they all crash down breaking the Ghostfence pillar and they get out and sees the Ghostfence has been destroyed.

Richard and the soldiers that survived the crash run out and leave the Hlaalu, Redoran and Telvanni soldiers to deal with the undead soldiers, as they look they see a dark figure walking towords the crashed airships.

Geadros and his rallied troops are almost at the location, Geadros senses Florig is on the other side of the mountain, as they all run they reach the site, "there is nothing here!" said an Ordinator, "You dragged us to our death, the Ghostfence is destroyed and we are all going to die!" said a Bouyant Armiger, Geadros digs in his bag and pulls out the scroll, he reads a passage in the Ayleid section, he then talks a wierd Ayleid Language and they all hear rumbling and a few mintues later they Dwemer Tower is risen, they all rush inside and set up a barricade infront of the front gate,|
Geadros runs to the top of the tower and sees the Ancient Altar of his dreams, he walks up to t and puts his sword and armor in there, in a few moments his armor turns into a Ebony Coloured Glass, and his Dwemer Shortsword is sharper and stronger, he puts his armor on and looks outside and sees a battle raging by the Ghostfence and Ghostgate.

Richard and his men stop and set up a perimetre and help with the battle, Rishard and his legion troops make a line formation, and so does the Undead Soldiers, Richard looks at his trooper, "Captain Ravon, its an honor to fight by your side!" said a Legion Captain, as Richard lifts his sword in the air all they legionnaires make a Roar, and a Battle cry, and they all run towards the undead soldiers and the battle rages on.

Florig was angered at the sight of one of the Ghostfences' pillars fell, he glared and wished that the Magical ghostfence wasn't destroyed when Dagoth Ur was defeated three years ago.
"Dwemer skycaptain! To me immediatly!" Florig roared, seeing a battle slowly forming at the ghostgate. It was then a gigantic Dwemer Airship rose infront of the tower, a plank fell to the top of the tower and Florig walked onboard. It was a grand ship, a strange magical field surrounded the ship, kind of like how the ghostfence was before Dagoth Urwas defeated by the Nervarine, except sentient beings could gain entrance, arrows of artillary, on the otherhand, could not.
The grand ship flew off towards the battle, firing flame from the sides and bottom. Florig went to the centre tower and raised the dwemer elevator till he was above the heated metal 'balloon' holding it up, he could see the battle below which they sat upon, beyond the now destroyed ghostgate, a tower....And Geadros, followed by an army, were rushing down to meet his fellow soldiers and Florigs undead. Florig roared and a bound bow appeared in his hand, he began to fire an arrow as he realised it would only bounce back and hit Florig....It was too late, Floig was pearced by his own arrow and fell from the ship, landing into the battle below.
As he was unconcious, he dreamed....

He was walking through a deformed land, innocent civilians were working with pickaxes and shovels, digging and digging....Looking for something. As Florig walked through the deformed, burnt, smoking land, he found a man sitting upon a throne....It was him....Except, it wasn't him. His face was merly bones, his eyes red, and his armour stained with the blood of thousands.
"So you made it?" A voice said. Florig spun around and saw himself before he changed, before he became evil, "Wha-Who are you?" Florig stuttered.
The man laughed, "I am you, you are me. We are one." Florig pulled out his blade, "Speak!" The man laughed again, "Florig....Do you not remember who you were? A hero of the Legion, slayer of beasts, barbarian of Skyrim."
Florig had images zooming through his mind, memories slowly coming back....The ring.....Geadros......Natus..... Florig eventually saw things to come, how the land he was standing on would be Tamriel, and that he, and all his friends, would suffer a fate worse than death, "I....I am not.....I will not...AHHRG!" Florig yanked off the evil ring and found himself standing in the battle in the real world, he saw undead fighting people who should be his friends, he saw strange armour and a devil blade. What Have I done? He said to himself.


Florig stood up and yanked the evil armour off of his body, leaving only the flimsy chainmail to protect him. He moved forward, dragging his injured leg, cutting down undead with the dark blade.....Florig moved continuously forward, cutting down any beasts in his way, it was then he heard a yell, high upon a pillar sat a group of Dunmer Rangers who had come to help, they saw Florig and fired down on him, two arrows pierced his shoulder, he fell down and yelled in agony, with all his might, he lifted himself backup.
"NO!" Florig heard a voice yell. He looked to the destroyed Ghostgate and saw Geadros, fighting to get to Florigs side...It was then Florig turned his attention to an undead soldier, this one was to be feared...Florig knew. He...It....Was a captain of the undead horrors, it's aim deadly accurate. Florig cut down several undead to his left, clumsily swinging his blade, his free arm hanging to his side, blood soaked....He roared as an arrow pierced his other shoulder, another in his side. Blood seeped through his chainmail as he fell to the ground, dropping his blade to the dirt and looking up to the slowly approaching undead captain, slowly unsheathing his blade. Florig closed his eyes and lowered his head, but the strike never came, only a roar and a faint tickle of blood spraying onto his face. Looking up Florig saw Geadros pulling his blade free from the undead captains skull.
"I...I am *cough* Sorry..." Florig said after Geadros helped him up. Geadros nodded and slowly the two companions walked up the slope of the red mountain, towards the dwemer ruin where the ring would at last be destroyed.....

Geadros dragging florig into the Dwemer Ruin, he raises an altar by speaking a mix of Aldmeris and Dwemer he puts florig on the altar and a healer comes in.
"I want you to Heal him, Now!" yelled Geadros, "ok General." said the healer without question
"your a general, *cough* i'd never thought i'd see the day!" said florig.

As the Healer puts Florig into a Comatossed the Dunmer Captain Walks in,
"General Geadros Ravon!" said the Dunmer, "what is it?" said Geadros, "The Undead are bringing in some undead Beasts, i suggest you call in all the Ordinators, Bouyant Armigers and you troops, they are killing us out there!" said the Dunmer Captain, "As you wish." said Geadros
"oh, and its good to see you again General, incase you haven't noticed we rallied the Three Great Houses of Vvardenfel, we could not rally House Dres and Indoril, they said it wasn't there fight!" said the Dunmer, "Ok, Captain pass me that horn!" said Geadros, as he walks over to the window he sees the Three House's coming on to the mountain, he sees a volley of arrows from the Redoran and Hlaalu, while he sees great balls of fire dropping down in the Undead from the Telvanni.

He goes to the window and yells at the Legions and the troops of Ghostgate to come into the great ruin, he sees all the troops running while the Hlaalu, Redoran and Telvanni are providing a distraction, he walks down to the main gate and sees his son and the bouyant armiger captain, "Quickly, bring your best men with me!" said Geadros while his son and the armigers and following behind.

Geadros raises Florig from his sleep and is fully healed, "let me get on there" said Geadros as he lays down on the Altar.

A few hours Geadros is dreaming

Geadros in the same room but no one is inside of there, he looks outside and the Red Mountain is covered in Snow, he looks back and sees his Good-Self

"What have you done?" said his good self, "What have i done? im going to kill florig and take the ring for myself, when i wake up ill give him this armor to put on, it will weaken him, it will drain his energy and make it my own, he is a Nord, and when he wears the armor his strength will be mine!" said Geadros
"You are a monstar, and a coward, you will kill a defencless man while he is being drained!" said his good self, "You can change your ways! you can destroy the ring, you can end this if you let go of your ambition to get the ring! let me help you! said his good self,
"No, no one can help me, not even my son, after i kill Florig i will kill my son, i may be an old man but i am strong, i was weak before i became corrupted! the legions, the Emperor will bow at my feet!" said Geadros, "No, you seen what the ring did to Florig, his skin was Charred, it was burning him from the inside, it gave him strong powers he couldn't control, what makes you think you can control its power, the altar is right there in the center of the room you can destroy it!" said his good self, "No this ring is mine! i won't turn back to my good side!" he said as he pulls out his dwemer blade and thrusts his good self, "You will see you have made a mistake, you will die by Florig's hand!" said Geadros' good self as he vanished, "Good you have done a great thing" a voice said as Geadros seen himself but his badder self if he were to put on the ring, "Now Awake!" said his evil self

Geadros awakens, he looks around, he gets off the altar and it goes into the ground, he walks towards the center of the room where the altar is and where the ring was made.
"Florig, come here!" he said, Florig walks over to him and they walk to a Dwemer Closet he opens it up, "Here put this on!" said Geadros as he passes the cursed armor to Florig, Florig puts it on and he feels weak, "Ugh, i feel weak..." he said, "No worry, just lay down and rest, you will feel better after this is done." said Geadros, now sleep here, i will go down to check on the troops and the barricade we made to keep the doors closed when they start to try to break in!" he said as he walks down. Florig sleeps, Geadros walking down with his son and they see the barricade all ready and see the troops getting into position.
"All the Great House troops are dead sir!" said a Ordinator, Geadros says nothing and orders them to grab out their bows and crossbows, orders troops to get their spears, orders the front line troops to put up their shields and get in a line position.

A Few hours Florig wakes up and heads down into the hall were everyone is at, Geadros trying to calm down the troops as banging on the gates by the undead soldiers and their beasts. Geadros and Florig walking up to the room, locking the door behind them, they walk towards a window and grab their bows and some rocks and start firing down on the undead to try and make them have fewer numbers...

OOC: will be on tomorrow!

OOC: Ok.

Florig groaned as the armour continued to drain him, how long was I out?He thought, seeing the troopers try and keep the great dwemer door from falling. As Florig walked down a rock staircase he looked outside the window.....The Ghostgate was rubble, and to the north Florig saw several Corprus beasts rushing from the centre of the Red Mountain. He shook his head and said a small prayer before heading down to the doors, holding onto the wall to prevent falling, it was then he saw Geadros, Florig rushed over and grabbed Geadros shoulder, "Wh-What have you done!" Florig yelled.
Geadros smiled, and evil glow in his eyes, "I said to rest my friend..." It was then Florig saw the ring glowing on Geadros finger, Florig wimpered, "no...."
As Florig fell to the ground he saw Geadros slowly float upwards, he cast a fire spell into a large portion of the troopers and blasted the door open, the undead rushed in and started killing the few remaining survivors, except Florig.
Geadros yelled, "Kill him! KILL HIM!" It was then the undead faced Geadros, "Youy won't kill him? Fine!" Geadros yelled and killed all the undead, he dropped down and went to Florig.
"You don't have to do this...." Florig said, looking up at Geadros.
"Oh, but I do." It was then Geadros raised his blade, as he was about to plunge it into Florig, a young Imperial soldier leapt at Geadros and pinned him down, plunging a dagger into Geadros' hand. He rushed to Florig and yanked the armour off, "My name is Richard! Come on! We have to get out of here." Florig saw he resembled Geadros, it was Geadros son. Florig nodded and quickly yanked a piece of chared chainmail from his body, he had absolutly no proctection now, just flimsy rags, his skin was black with ash.
"The damn door is-" Richard was cut off as the ground began to shake, Florig patted Richards shoulder and stood on his own feet. They both looked into the hall and saw Geadros rising from the corpses.....Except it didn't look like Geadros, his skin was completly gone, only pure white bones were to be seen under a strange glowing glass armour....It was then Florig remembered the vision earlier, the man he saw on the throne was not him....It was Geadros.
"You...Will never leave..." The evil Geadros said. With a blinding light, fire appeared, it burnt through the Dwemer metal, showing pits of lava underneath them, Florig and Richard ran from the falling metal and up the stairs of the Dwemer ruin, the ground disapearing behind them.
"Close the door!" Florig yelled as they reached the room with the dwemer forge. Richard slammed the door shut and moved to Florigs side, they looked down the forge and saw there was an enormous pit of darkness, if only we had the ring....Florig said to himself. The two men looked at the door as it slid open, a boney hand slowly reaching in.

OOC: can't make a new post today, maybe tomorrow.