Untold Journey
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During the http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Oblivion_Crisis, all of Tamriel was attacked by http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Mehrunes_Dagon http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Daedric army. Oblivion gates opened throughout all of Tamriel, and many cities were destroyed. http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Martin_Septim summoned the http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Avatar_of_Akatoshand defeated Mehrunes Dagon during the http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Battle_of_the_Imperial_City, ending the Crisis and preventing more gates from opening at least that was what we thought…
It’s the 21st of Last Seed, 4E 201; since the Oblivion crisis but before the Elder Scrolls; one that foretells the return of Tamriel’s primeval darkness Alduin. In all this time the only mention of any dragons were always written in books or told in children’s bed time stories. No one has ever seen a real dragon since Martin Septims great defeat, and well most people since that time are long dead except for one old notorious warrior whose hell from that era lives on to this day.
Shrouded in mystery and cloaked in Daedric Armor he makes his journey into Skyrim. For any who dare approach him he tells the untold story of a single white Dragon that can speak with words so cold it can freeze and shatter a Man’s bones with just one breath. He tells how this Frost Dragon is so old, so ancient that even the Dragon itself has forgotten it’s very own name. The warrior speaks of how the creature took his Wife’s life and how he has been hell bent on revenge ever sense. The warrior continues to answer all kinds of questions as to why no one else has ever seen the dragon or at least omitted seeing it. He tells them that the creature for the most part stays dormant and hidden until now. For some reason the creature has awaken and settled into Skyrim. Most people walk away from the warrior murmuring the word insane, but for the few adventurous ones who stay and listen, the warrior proves his story. He opens his palm and shows them a small purple pearl like shard that he claims is all that is left of a single sigil stone. Then he takes from his pocket a small round white dragon scale that came from the tail of the dragon.
Other stories start swirling around the towns and the inns of strange stone like structures being discovered all over Skyrim. Vigilant of Stendarr are scrambling around all of the towns asking questions about these old ruins and why until now have they never been discovered? It’s strange that this warrior shows up in Skyrim talking of a Frost dragon. Not to mention reminding us of the past hell the gates opening to Oblivion had, all awhile he holds in his hand a sigil stone shard? Is he telling the truth of a story of revenge or his he himself a Daedric Prince trying to reopen the gates to Oblivion???
This is what YOU Adventures must find out. Come be a part of the Untold Journey…
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Shademyth, Dusk, Pelagia Farm
"This is your problem now, Shademyth. I'll go ahead for now, meet me at Whitewatch Tower when you're ready. And deal with the werewolf."
The warrior hadn't budged from his stance. The comment from Olaf rubbed him the wrong way but he chose to not give a response to someone obviously too foolish to respect their elders--or like Ayin, Shademyth would kick his butt. He took Sputnik off his shoulder and gave a curt order, "Follow" sending the bird after the Nord as an indication that he would return soon. The raptor shadowed Olaf and waited until the fight was over to land beside the man, preening at his feathers.
The half-daedra's eyes trained on the werebeast before him, not even when the killer had leaned inwards to make their exchange of words fairly confidential,
"I follow no Daedra im a Mercenary Assassin. From Hammerfell. I follow Anu. A god of chaos and darkness and the Daedra Prince's are my contractors. I go where ever they want me to go and fulfill Certain contracts for all the prince's. Anu is what you cal Sithis. He is no Daedra... No.. Not a daedra at all..."
Shademyth was intrigued by this mentioning of Sithis. His eyes narrowed at the sound of that name. He knew it, not by any personal means, but because of people he had worked with in the past. "So you're part of the Brotherhood then...". He too maintained a soft voice so only Ayin could hear...little did he know the woman parallel to him was in said guild. The old warrior knew of the workings of the Dark Brotherhood and back then he would have outright killed the Sanctuary; however, from what he recalled, something occured to make the sanctuary go south. Still he recollected his thoughts about the murderer, saving them for a more appropriate time whilst the Redguard finished his little story.
There existed a faint pause in his revealings, and a bitter tone to his words.
"That God who i have to follow just uses Everything for his return and...no never mind. Ive said enough. When you found me I had my memories lost on purpose. To track Phenix. She is to be a sacrifice to Padomay, and she is my last target. But as well Hircine wants her as well for breaking a oath and tricking a daedra. Either way I have to kill her but I do not want to. If you dont believe me look at my neck."
The ashen-skinned man shook his head slightly. It was hard to believe that a cold blooded assassin had a relationship with Phenix. But then again, if what he said was true, she was a traitor. When the dark skinned male pulled down his hood to show a familiar Oblivion mark embedded into his skin, Shademyth made an audible, "Hmm". It was an odd situation to be pushed into, but he found himself speaking on its behalf anyhow.
"You may have business to attend to...", he said to Ayin, took in a breath and looked at Phenix tiredly, then back to the Redguard, "But know that you owe me your debt first...Here, take some of this gold and buy yourself what you need and meet up with Olaf. I don't want to hear of you causing trouble, so do try to play nice Ayin". With that he dropped a decent sized bag of gold into the man's palm.
Honestly he didn't know what to feel about this guy from Hammerfell killing the one person who gave himself and the group food, housing, and even horses. By the looks of it all she didn't know what was coming, and Shademyth didn't exactly feel it was his place to inform her of her own demise. It all felt wrong. Torn between who he was and who he is now, the man furrowed his brows and tried to avoid thinking on the subject any further.
The incessant ache was holding his head in a throbbing grip, and only just started to fade away as he mounted Madji. "I...need to return to Whiterun to grab supplies. Phenix, would you accompany me?". For the time being he thought he'd get to know this woman more. If she had angered Hircine, he wondered what it was that she did. She didn't look like a Daedra worshipper, but more like a priestess or even a one of the lovely bards that played at the inn.
He awaited her reply, and had she accepted he would have started towards the market once more, the sigil shard repeating its melody in his mind and body all from behind the phantom screams of tortured souls. The need to give her something in repayment for her deeds was circling his thoughts, and he had the perfect idea in store.