Prologue

The year is 4E 385, the Mede dynasty fell in 4E 70. Archmagister Aryon conquered with his thousands of summoned minions, magically-armored followers, and his extensive use of House Telvanni (and their wizards and mercenaries). For years, Emperor Aryon ruled with an iron fist. Emperor Aryon dominated the trade. There were heavy taxes on anything and everything. From Hack-Lo Leaf to weapons and armor. Skooma dealing became much more profitable. Most paupers were also addicts. Alcoholics filled taverns every night.

The Imperial Legion was notorious for 'accidently' killing criminals who 'supposedly' were resisting arrest. High-ranking Imperial Legion members were above the law, unless the Emperor, a Telvanni Wizard-Lord, or an Elder Council member said otherwise. In the Empire, murder, theft, and most other crimes were legal. If you weren't caught. That's how you rose in rank in the Aryon Dynasty. Killing your superiors and taking their place. I was a member of the Thieves' Guild, AKA 'Aryon's Hand'. We were his personal thieves, when he wanted something we got it. Of course, there were others who used us as well.

Six weeks ago, sent out a decree.

"I am seeking hardy, able-bodied, men and women to travel to Akavir. If you return with knowledge of Akavir, there will be a ten-thousand drake reward. Each. Report to the White-Gold Tower on the first of Last Seed for the position."

I was one of the brave ones. Nobody expected much from me. I was an Operative in the Thieves' Guild, Raynil Hlaalu. I was only alive, because my ancestors were in Cyrodiil during the 'Purification' of the Great Houses as it is called in history. Well, my story begins here in the White-Gold Tower on the first day of Last Seed.

People filled the Council-Chambers. Mostly Fighters' Guild members. They're 'Aryon's Enforcers'. The Emperor shouted, "You are here today, because you think you are worthy of going on an expedition to Akavir? The Tsaesci will svck you dry. You may not survive, but if you do, your names will be in legend forever."

"This isn't worth it," one Altmeri woman sighed.

Aryon muttered under his breath and a white-hot bolt of flame emitted from his finger-tips into the chest of the woman. "Anyone else like to leave?" he asked. "I am quite ready to practice my skill in the school of destruction." His raspy voice inspired fear in all of us. He looked almost vampiric, his long white hair, his ash-like skin, his blood-red eyes.

"Excellent," he stated. "You will all be teleported to Leyawiin, where the war-ship, 'Atra Veneficious' is docked."

I gulped, I had never experienced teleportation. This would be an interesting experience. However, I did look forward to Akavir...

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Chapter One: Boarding the Ship

We all arrived at the Leyawiin docks. Leyawiin was a beautiful city, it was as large as Mournhold. The architecture was similar to the old-Hlaalu style homes. The guards wore bone-mold and donned Telvanni helmets. They simply nodded at us. A Wizard-Lord came off the ship. He wore black-and-red daedric armor. "Arch-Magister Aryon told me to allow you to use my boat," the silver-haired Dunmer stated. "Board my ship, but if you cause any mayhem, I'll kill you. I am sure you've heard of me, Divayth Fyr."

That name was a feared one. Fyr was the oldest wizard in Cyrodiil, possibly Nirn. I would say Mundus, but there is Magnus. He levitated off the ship and we climbed a ladder up to it. The boat was definitely a war-ship. The Captain came out of his cabin. "Captain Arithian Vaneer," He growled. His skin was ashen-gray, much like most Dunmer. He had short-black hair.

"A non-Telvanni in command of this ship?" One of the recruits asked. Captain Arithian wore a suit of glass armor. At his belt was a daedric dagger. A bolt of lightning flew from Arithian's hand into the recruit's chest. The corpse was left with lightning still jolting from scorched arm to seared leg.

"Master Arithian of House Telvanni," He sighed. "Any more questions about my loyalty to Emperor Aryon or are you scribs ready to board?" We each nodded and climbed the ladder. In the lower level of the ship were plenty of cots for us. I crawled onto one of the pillow-less, blanket-less cots and let sleep consume my mind. The joys of sleep on a bed of any type was a luxury I was ready to get used to. I was used to the cold-stone floor of the Imperial Prison or the Imperial City Waterfront...

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