The Cover Up

Post » Fri May 20, 2011 2:05 am

Yet another side project. :P Enjoy.

The Northern Champion

Cover Up Chapter One


It was a cover up, a scheme. The Elder Council wanted to make sure the Champion of Cyrodiil would have no enemies. They staged his death and had one of their men write a detailed book about what they wanted people to think happened. Only the Council knows that the Champion is in the newly rebuilt city of Kvatch, living in a beautiful manor hidden under Kvatch Castle.

The Elder Council has no idea what is about to come their way. Umaril the Unfeathered has returned and vowed his vengeance and Eric Snowmane will become a hero once more.

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Eric sat in his chair next to the fire place in his quarters, watching the flames lick the fine smelling cherry wood. The small end table next to his silken chair held a silver goblet engraved with the recently created Snowmane crest, a bottle of Tamika's Wine, and a wooden mask padded with goose down and black velvet is sewn on the front and back; it covered his face fully and blocked view of his face from any angle. He disliked wearing the mask, but knew that if he did not wear it, the people of Kvatch would recognize him.

Only Savlian Matius, Kvatch Count, and the Elder Council knew where he actually was. Eric's manor laid directly under the Count's quarters, and was kept sealed by a magical lock that only the count and Eric knew how to open.

A sharp rap at his door shot through the soundless room, giving Eric's muscles a quick tensing. He grabbed the mask and tied it onto his face, while the steady tattoo continued to move through the warm air. Eric stood, faced the door and stated loudly, "Please, enter."

Savlian Matius strode into the room, a confident yet powerful aura emanated from his body. His white and black robes whipping around his ankles as he stopped abruptly in front of Eric. "Are you in the mood for a chat?" Savlian inquired. Savlian glanced around the room and saw a silver longsword propped against Eric's chair, "I see you still have that blade I gave you. It's nothing compared to that Akaviri katana, though." Then, Savlian saw the katana hanging above the mantle.

Eric followed the ex-captain's eyes, feeling a good bit of nostalgia as Savlian mentioned the silver longsword and his eyes held a long shine to them. "Yes, I remember that day. You were a bit of an ass, if I remember correctly. Haha!" Eric laughed, motioning for Savlian to have a seat. The ex-captain sat down, all the while chuckling.

"I was, but things change," Savlian replied, his hand shot to the inside of his robes and a letter emerged from the within the folds. He wiped his eyes and gave Eric the letter, which was torn open; obviously to be read by the Count.

"What's this?" Eric asked, suddenly becoming serious.

"Open it. It was sent to me, but I think you should read it, as well."

Eric unfolded the sealed letter and began to read the smooth and curvy handwriting.

Savlian,

I think you should be aware of what's happened here. One of my guards has found something disturbing in the chapel. He was on his night watch and entered the chapel to check on the priests and priestesses, but he found them all dead. One was lying inside the center altar. I am in tears now writing this letter.

A man who wishes to call himself The Prophet has been standing out in the garden, babbling on about the coming of some Umaril character. I'm advising you to keep your guards within the temple or the men and women of the Gods will face the same fate mine have.

I bid you farewell,

Millona Umbranox

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Post » Thu May 19, 2011 8:24 pm

I'll be straight up with you, I don't like the "prologue" part or whatever. It's too forceful, and for those who haven't read the story, they have have clue what you're talking about. Not to mention it's been a long while anyway. Instead of feeding us with information, perhaps you should have posted the closing scene from the first story, and then maybe you could have had a "but smiling in their chambers, the council new the truth" kind of paragraph after that. You know what I mean?

In dialogue, I wouldn't really use expressions like "haha" and stuff like that. It's a bit awkward, and it just breaks the immersion, you know?

Okay, other than that this was a good read. No mistakes, the text was fluid, it was really good. As I assumed to be, your writing improves with his each story. Just take note of what I said, and you could probably do with longer chapters. This is probably your shortest yet, and you know I hate short readings. :P
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 4:30 am

The Cover Up Chapter Two


Eric put the letter on his oaken end table and began to think of anything he'd read over the past two years. This Umaril character sounded vaguely familiar.

"Umaril? That's Ayleidoon isn't it?" Eric questioned Savlian, who appeared just as confused as Eric did.

The ex-captain nodded and said, "Yes, I believe so. The name actually reminds me of the story my father would tell me when I was a child."

"Elaborate."

"It was about the battle of Pelinal Whitestrake," Savlian said, "and Umaril the Unfeathered. Pelinal was called the Divine Crusader during his time and was an amazing warrior. It's been so long, though, since I've heard it, so you might have to find your information elsewhere. I apologize for not knowing anything more. But, Eric, it is time for me to go; I expect you won't be here later on in the evening?"

"No, I need to get more information on this whole thing," Eric replied, moving to his bedroom and opening the armoire. A full suit of Imperial Palace armor was hanging beautifully inside the oaken wardrobe. It was shipped to him shortly after the Oblivion Crisis had subsided; every time Eric would open the armoire, he would feel the happiness of the fight and the distressing feeling of leaving his people behind.

Eric stood from his bed, the Imperial Palace armor clinked. He let out a hearty laugh and put on his mask. Then he moved towards the silver longsword that was given to him two years ago and strapped it upon his back; Eric did the same for the Akaviri katana, though he tied it onto his belt.

He opened the large, heavy wooden door and gave one last look at his manor. Then he shut it and uttered the incantation which would seal the door until he returned.


His eyes were nearly blinded when he stepped out into the courtyard of Castle Kvatch; Eric closed his eyes as tightly as he could to prevent it from doing any damage. Other than his sight, all of his senses were hit immediately; from the smells coming from the bakery, tastes of the warm morning air slipping into his lungs, sound of children's laughter, and the feeling of the sun on his face. It gave him all the more reason to stop this threat.

Eric made his way to the Kvatch City Gate watching the passers by staring at him with the strangest of glares. If Eric could read minds, he was sure most of them would be saying, "Look at that loony, walking around here with that damned mask on. Thinks he's somethin' don't he?" It disgusted him when people judged one another. A beggar would be treated the same way a noble would be treated if it was up to Eric; though unfortunately, it isn't up to Eric.

The children liked him though, which was a good thing. A small boy ran up to him and exclaimed, "That's a nice mask, mister! Where'd ya get it?" Eric chuckled and patted the boy on the head.

"I got this mask from a good friend of mine. Would you like one?" Eric queried, kneeling down to get eye level with the young boy. The boy nodded shyly and Eric reached into his pack, pulling an old mask of his from its depths. It was red, with golden trim and it was kept in beautiful condition.

"Here you go!" Eric said, placing the mask in the boy's opened palm. "Now you take good care of that, understood?" The boy's eyes lit up as he nodded excitedly.

"You got it, mister!" He shouted, running off and trying to put the mask on. Eric stood and realized he was being watched by everyone in the area. He shook his head in disapproval and headed to the gate.

The city gates were wide open, letting merchants, farmers, hunters and others enter the city unburdened by the City Guard. There were twenty guards down by the gate, five on the wall carrying vicious looking crossbows, ten lined up against the gate's inner walls, and another five used for extra manpower if anything happened.

Eric strode through the gate, glancing over to see Ilend Vonius, the cowardly guard he met in the Oblivion gate two years ago. The man obviously hadn't grown out of his cowardliness, as he had a terrible job at the gate. "Ilend, what a displeasure to see you again," Eric said, his face stern under the mask.

Ilend looked at him strangely and demanded, "Who're you?"

"A friend," was the reply. "Don't let the Daedroths bite." And with that, Eric walked away, exited the city and got atop his white stallion, Caballus. It had gotten stronger and faster since the Crisis, due to Eric's training.

Eric tapped his heels gently into the horse's side. It began to trot down the zigzag slope, taking Eric closer to the Imperial City?
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 5:00 am

Quite nicely written. The story has a constant pace, meaning you don't hesitate in one place and hurry in the next. In my criteria, this means a lot.

The prologue reminded me of a theatre play. Did you read Shakespeare not so long ago or what? :D

There are things that I might do differently or would try to avoid. For instance, talking about the guards on the walls is unneccesary. You already said there was twenty of them so giving extra information about how many stand where is irrelevant. Try to avoid stuff that is not important to the story, unless you show your character's way of thinking and seeing the world by him looking at them, seeing them as potential enemies. That could be a sign of a veteran warrior, memorizing the surroundings.

I noticed your protagonist is not taking his whole secrecy thing very maturely. A mask is not going to keep people from recognizing him if he wears the honorary armour and talks to them as he passes. Unless his carelessness is part of a plot, that would be poorly planned from your part.

So far, the story is going in the conventional way of the mod's plot. Will you show me something I don't know yet?
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 1:34 am

Thanks, Peleus.

He's not wearing the Imperial Dragon Armor, just the armor that the guards at the Imperial Palace wear. So to them, he's a Legionnaire on business and nothing else. Also, no one can see his skin underneath or face, so no one knows who he is. But many may think that Eric wears that mask due to him being in a horrible accident or something that deformed his face.

I'm gonna give ya'll something good, don't worry.
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 6:10 am

if it was up to Eric; though unfortunately, it isn't up to Eric.


Watch you tense. "isn't" should be "wasn't". And actually...I wouldn't use the "up to Eric" part, because it's sort of redundant. Don't you think?

Pretty good, V. The length was better too. :P

One thing, though. Where did Eric get that extra mask that he gave to the boy?
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 5:47 am

I believe a simple explanation for the mask might be that he carries extras. What would happen if his mask were destroyed or lost and he had no extras? He would have to remain in his hidden mansion, alone, awaiting the presumably lengthy process of creating a new one to finish. Just a thought, that it.
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Post » Thu May 19, 2011 7:45 pm

Exactly, Chaos. :P It was an old one he had.

@Reds: Thanks, man. I'll try not to put that again.
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Post » Thu May 19, 2011 8:21 pm

I'm not saying don't put, just be sure to explain it. Cause it seemed like it just came out of nowhere, you know?
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 2:54 am

I really like your fan fic, comrade! Keep it up!
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Post » Fri May 20, 2011 2:24 am

The Cover Up Chapter Three


Eric sat upon the back of Caballus as he neared the Imperial Bridge, gleaming in the morning sun and reflecting the sun's rays and sending them in every direction, making it all the more beautiful to look at. He sat there, bathing in the warm sunlight, but was quickly removed from his fantasy state when Caballus whinnied with discontent.

"Easy, easy," He assured the white stallion, patting him gently between the ears. Eric prodded the horse's side with his boots and it began to move onward.

Traders and well-off merchants could be seen coming his way down the gleaming bridge. They nodded their heads at him as he passed, making Eric feel a bit better since the lying to Cyrodiil's people and yet they didn't even know who he was. I've got to do something about this. I'll need to talk to the Council, now.

Eric made it up to the stables and handed the Orc his reins. He knew of Snak gra-Bura's nasty habit of eating the horses and he stated humorously, "Don't eat him, please." He laughed and strode off, listening to the hateful mumblings of Snak gra-Bura.

The doors to the city were wide open, showing its people running about, nailing announcements to posts, bumping into others, and other things. Eric dreaded entering the city knowing he would have to almost fight his way to the palace.

Ever since the end of the Crisis, a feeling of sadness and anger was clouded above the Imperial City. It always hit Eric the hardest, no matter how many times he walked through its cobble-stoned streets. The people of Cyrodiil had seemed to lose their luster and became hateful shells of their former selves.

He neared the White Gold Tower, where the graves of nobles, warriors, and emperors alike lay next to one another, side by side. Eric went to his "grave" and knelt in front of it, reading the inscription the Elder Council had placed upon it:

Eric Snowmane
3E 413 ? 3E 433

This champion was a kind and gentle soul. He fulfilled his duty as a Blade and protected Martin Septim to his last dying breath. May he rest in peace.


Eric shook his head slowly, stood up, and placed his foot upon the magnificent marble tombstone. He pushed with every ounce of strength within his leg and knocked the tombstone over. "I am no dead man!" Eric shouted into the sky. Perhaps the Gods had heard him, as a fierce wind shot through the palace courtyards and blew the trees left and right.

He was fortunate enough to see that no one was roaming the palace grounds, not even the palace guards. Eric flung the mask from his face and sped up the stone steps and flung the palace doors open.

The palace guards did nothing to stop him, seeing as he was wearing their uniform. Eric stormed into the Elder Council Chambers, seeing the surprised looks on their faces.

Chancellor Ocato stood from his chair and announced thusly, "Ah, we were just about to send someone to get you. Please, have a se?"

"No! I'm tired of being your puppet. You made me lie to Tamriel. Have you seen your people out there?" Eric demanded. "They've lost their luster. No longer are they happy. No longer do they have a reason to wake in the morning. All of you need to give them someone they can trust. Someone they can depend on. I'm not a diplomat, nor am I a so called 'hero'. But I have the will to help them, unlike the damned Council! I'll have enemies, of course. So why did I have to fake my own death just for the Council's sake? To give you a stronger sense of power?"

There was a silence within the chamber, and the only sound that could be heard was that of Eric's voice echoing up into the Tower. Chancellor Ocato stood there, like a knot on a log, unable to speak to the enraged Nordic man.

As the seconds melted away, Ocato finally opened his mouth to speak, "Very well. I understand your disgust, but I think you should think before you speak, Eric. This little outburst could have very well cost you your life. But since you are the Champion of Cyrodiil, I'll let you live. You may continue on with your life and you no longer have to lie to 'your' people. Now let us get to the matter at hand."

"We've received reports of the murdering of the priests of Dibella," Ocato said, taking his seat.

Eric nodded, still overly angry, and said through gritted teeth, "I've known about this for some time, now. I will be leaving shortly to investigate what happened there."

"Very well! Carry on." Eric spun on his heels and strode from the room, his fury still bubbling inside him. He had so much wanted to lop his head off and relish in the Altmer's blood. I need to stop these sadistic thoughts. They'll do nothing but throw me in the wrong direction. He thought, slapping himself on the back of the head.

The brightly lit palace and its crimson red tapestries were soon taken from view as Eric stepped outside, only to be blinded by the light yet again. He shielded his eyes until they adjusted, but until then, he was blind.


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Chancellor Ocato called forth one of his guards, "I want you to send one of our scouts to watch him. He just may end up doing something ignorant. I don't trust him." The guard nodded and sauntered from the room with a new dignity.

The guard arrived at the palace barracks shortly after and found Heraldus Benolus, scout for the Legion. "Heraldus! Chancellor Ocato wants you to keep an eye on the Champion."

"Yes, sir!" He said dubiously as he left a rather cramped area of old wooden beds and dirty mattresses and began his assignment.
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Post » Thu May 19, 2011 2:08 pm

They nodded their heads at him as he passed, making Eric feel a bit better since the lying to Cyrodiil's people and yet they didn't even know who he was.


This sounds a little clunky.

He knew of Snak gra-Bura's nasty habit of eating the horses and he stated humorously, "Don't eat him, please." He laughed and strode off, listening to the hateful mumblings of Snak gra-Bura.


This seems....odd. Eric seems to care for the people, yet he makes a statement such as that?

"No! I'm tired of being your puppet. You made me lie to Tamriel. Have you seen your people out there?" Eric demanded. "They've lost their luster. No longer are they happy. No longer do they have a reason to wake in the morning. All of you need to give them someone they can trust. Someone they can depend on. I'm not a diplomat, nor am I a so called 'hero'. But I have the will to help them, unlike the damned Council! I'll have enemies, of course. So why did I have to fake my own death just for the Council's sake? To give you a stronger sense of power?"


Nice paragraph, but if he's so angry perhaps there should have been more exclamation points to futher bolster that anger? I don't know, maybe that's just be nitpicking...

This next part bugs me the most. It seems rather awkward.

"We've received reports of the murdering of the priests of Dibella," Ocato said, taking his seat.


Eric nodded, still overly angry, and said through gritted teeth, "I've known about this for some time, now. I will be leaving shortly to investigate what happened there."


"Very well! Carry on."


To me that's entirely way too fast. Eric wanted to make it known that he didn't want to lie anymore, and I suppose he did that. But...I don't know, it just doesn't flow right to me. Also when Ocato told him to basically "Okay, you don't have to lie anymore" I was like wtf? So he just...decides Eric doesn't have to do that anymore? Why? If he's going to let up that easily what was the point of hiding to begin with?

This wasn't a horrible chapter, but it wasn't your best either. I do look forward to how you deal with this, though.
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