» Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:43 pm Chapter 1-
The sound of metal clashing with metal rang across the amphitheatre, but was quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Roles Moren, of the house of Redoran, sunk deep into his chair, for the day had turned ill for him, as his wife Llathasa had left him. She thought that he was having an intimate relationship with their maid, an Argonian named Jeed-Ei.
This was true, to an extent, as Roles and Jeed-Ei were close, but they were never intimate. But his wife was an untrusting person, and she was always looking for an excuse to get mad at her husband. Or, at least, that is how he thought about it. Jeed-Ei and Roles would talk often, and they would walk with each other along Vivec’s cantons, ignoring the insults of the racist Dunmer children.
But finally, Llathasa had had enough, and she fired Jeed-Ei, when Roles protested, she accused him of being unfaithful to his marriage vows. So he, and Jeed-Ei left. They went to the cities Arena, because Roles had often gone there in secret, even though his wife disapproved of him watching others get mutilated, which is understandable in a way.
But Roles was paying little attention to the battle, it seemed that there was a Dunmer spellsword, who seemed to have the upper hand, fighting a Nordic Barbarian. Blood splattered the arena, as the Dunmer struck out in a lightning fast move, and pierced the northerner’s heart. The crowd roared again, normally, Roles would have aswell but this was not a normal day for him. Beside him, Jeed-Ei hissed, as she had earlier bet Roles 20 drakes that the Nord would win, she then spent a few minutes admiring the warriors biceps, much to Roles’ dismay.
As the majority of the crowd dissipated, Roles continued to sit, reflecting on the misfortunes of the day. But, as he thought the day could not get any worse, the Ministry of truth began to quiver, preparing its fall to earth as the Ingenium was denied its access to the souls that it required to function.
Jeed-Ei and Roles slowly left the arena, leaving via the large wooden doors to either side of the large room.
As they left the canton and stood on the edge of the walkway, Roles stared down at the clear water of Vivec’s canols. He hung his head, and looked down at his reflection, a dark-skinned Dunmer, he looked into his own eyes, red against the clear blue water of the canol. He cursed under his breath, and Jeed-Ei leant over to comfort him.
Then, without warning, a powerful shockwave surged through the air, as the Ministry of Truth crashed into Vivec’s Temple Canton in a catastrophic collision. Jeed-Ei and Roles were sent flying through the air, and they landed in one of Vivec’s many canols. Roles fell into the water with a splash, and he tried his best to stay afloat. He watched as Vivec, his beloved city was engulfed in an inferno of fire, rock, and sheer force.
Jeed-Ei, like any Argonian, could breathe water just as well as air, and she swam to aid her master, who was watching in horror as his birth city was slowly destroyed, but as he did so, the ground trembled from the sheer force of the explosion. They could feel the earth beneath them weakening, and fighting a losing battle with the forces that weakened it.
But finally, the forces holding the earth intact broke, and Roles could only watch as Red Mountain, the largest mountain in Tamriel, erupted. A daunting cloud of ash and dust rose from the distant mountain, and Nirn shook violently, ripping stones off Vivec and into the canols, which where becoming dangerous, but Roles couldn’t stop watching as the ash cloud was followed by a vast mantle of molten rock.
As Vvardenfell shook itself apart, Roles felt a scaly arm close around his stomach. The arm pulled him away, and he obliged, allowing himself to be dragged through the vicious water by his Argonian friend.
The water in the canol was becoming increasingly violent, moving at a fast rate, with waves up to a metre in height. Nirn shook a second time, as it was engulfed in flame and ash. Rocks flew from the cantons of the Foreign quarter, and hit the water with a splash. It was one of these rocks that was sent hurtling towards Roles. He gasped and squirmed out of Jeed-Ei’s grasp, desperate to get away, but it only proved to serve more harm than good.
The rock hit Roles, then everything went black...
