He can speak in hypotheticals though...

I'll make it seem like Delam noticed the hypotheticals of it.
You talk as if it didn't happen Max. Like it or not it did! Now answer me! Was he Nerevar!

It didn't happen like that, we were nowhere near Vivec when it happened. The Ingenium exploded, and the moon destroyed the city.

As for Belan, I don't know if he truly was Nerevar reborn, but if he wasn't, then he put Nerevar's soul to shame.

You were there with me! Quit your pretentious lies! Did you display weakness Max, you've grown soft since I met you last. You've blocked it from your memory haven't you, everything will be clear soon. He sent a blue orb flying at Maximillian. Max seemed to recognize the spell, Dalam was using a spell normally used for memory loss from concussions and other medical risks. I remember! Now that that issue is settled, was he Nerevar? You are chim, you must know!

You are arrogant and a fool Dalam. Out of all of my many apprentices, you are the most disappointing. Yes, I was there, but that does not mean that I could stop it. You can bare your survival guilt alone.

And no, he was not Nerevar, he was not a pallid reflection of a long dead warrior. The man you slew was Belan Helseth, the ashlander prince, the cleanser of the Sixth House, and a leader of mer in an era of change.

After all this searching I have found the man I once thought would die for me, turns out I was just a disappointment.
This man wasn't Nerevar and should never have claimed to be such. I did not accept his empty threats from him.
I need to go attend to my prisoner so I am afraid that I will depart. If it means anything I regret it, honestly. In fact I need to earn their forgiveness.
With that Dalam departed leaving Max to reflect on past events.
Kiva, do you want to be free...?
Is this a joke?
Not at all.
He pulled out a hastily written note from his pocket that said.
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Dear Raize and Company,
I am afraid anger and temptation have taken control of me, so for these reasons I ask only for forgiveness. I am returning my prisoner to you, and by the way Raize, your daughter is no longer with me, I hadn't even touched her, I am afraid she is with some bulky Imperial that I've never met. It was not my doing, she escaped with him I presume. Tell Quirinus I deserve the fate that awaits me.
Sincerely, Delam Telvanni the current King of Morrowind.
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Kiva, I apologize for everything.
He handed her a note and teleported the two to Raize and Charon.
I am so very sorry Raize, she is unharmed.
He teleported back.
Men, today we fight, we will charge the enemy head on. Nothing will stop us and if we fail, then we will take all of Argonia with us, who's with me!
Charge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Delam led the fight, determined to redeem himself in battle. This is what Belan would have wanted.

Quirinus was still in shock as the sun slowly rose in the east. The early winter air chilled his bones, and added to the bleakness he felt.

Depressed and alone, Quirinus dismounted and sat against a tree and stared vacantly at the burgeoning sunrise.

I'm sorry.

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Maximillian stared at that same sun as he meditated on the ruins of Vivec.

It hurt him to see his apprentice, and it hurt him more to know that he lied.

He was a good mer once. He was always my favorite.

He went back in his memory and smiled.

He remembered the time that Dalam had gotten into a fight with the cook over the cookie jar.

He was a good mer once. It's my fault, it's my fault.

BTW We need David Death's character to be introduced, does anyone know how we should do this....?

Raize was beside himself with joy as he ran to his wife and embraced her.
Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Where's Adna!?

I'm fine, but I dont know where Adna is. She handed Raize the note, It seems Dalam knows more than we do.

Raize took the letter and read over it before letting his hands drop in frustration.

Charon took the letter and looked over it as well, Drake read it from over his shoulder.

It seems we are at a crossroads. We know where Elon is but have no way of getting there and we dont know where Adna is at all.

Maybe we should split up?

Charon, Raize, and Kiva turned and looked at Drake. Shadowmere snorted and kicked a bunny that had wondered to close.

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I'm going to leave it up to Soul on if they split up.

Sounds good Charon.

Introduce him going after Raize or Charon? Maybe as a weapon against Max, or what ever else suits his fancy...

*I woke up slowly, my eyes drifting between open and closed before they settled on open. I was in a small tent, just big enough for me to sleep in, and Narved was outside. He seemed to be sitting on a boulder smoking a pipe.*
*I stumbled out of the tent, almost tripping over a bit of rope, and walked up to Narved.*
You smoke?
Yes. It's a habit I picked up from my father.
Mum always said that smoking is really bad and you shouldn't do it, but Dad likes to smoke late when Mum has gone to bed so she doesn't catch him.
Sounds like a happy marriage...
*He said it almost wistfully.*
What are we doing today then, bro?
We'll be setting off for the nearby town. There will be two very important people there that we need to meet. One will be joining us.
I thought we were meeting up with Mum and Dad...
Don't worry, we will. If I remember correctly...they will split into two groups, one looking for Elon and one looking for you. Once we have picked up our companion in town we will meet up with the group looking for you.
If you remember? You say it like it's already happened.
Hmph. You're very observant for your age.
Can you tell the future?
No. Only one thing can tell the future, and that is an elder scroll. All I do...is remember the past.
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I'll write up a meeting between David's character with Adna and Narved later. I'm mostly putting Kiva and Raize in Charon's hands, since he seems to be quite good at writing them.

i really dont want to attack max or the others's or be against them if possibal

Ha, I like where that is going. I'll take it that you want them to split up as well.


By the Nine! there might be a spark of intelligence in there yet.

What's that supposed mean?

It means that we're parting ways, I suggest that Kiva and I continue after Elon, I'm sure you wouldn't want your wife with this guy we barely know.

Yeah, plus Shadowmare will be with us, which he seems to be more useful than Drake.

I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE DAMNIT!!!!!

Not to mention he seems to have his own agenda with Dalam, and you will surely meet him if you continue on to Adna.

I'll ignore the insults if I can meet with Dalam.

Then I guess this is it. We'll part ways now then.

Raize went to Kiva and embraced her one last time.

Be safe my love.

You too.

They kissed and held each other for a moment, Drake looked like he was going to fuss but Charon's quick glare silenced him.

They finally let each other go and Kiva went to Charon as Drake and Shadowmare went to Raize.

Kiva, I actually need your help. If anyone would know how to do it, it would be you.

What is it Charon?

I hate to ask this of you, and didnt earlier thinking that there may be another way, but there isnt. I need you to call upon your blood line to send us to Boethia's realm.

She thought for a moment, I can do it but we need a few things to make it possible. I'll give you more information on it as we travel to Blacklight.

Sounds good. Oh, Raize!

Raize turned and looked back to Charon.

Yes?

Dont Forget, Veronica is still about here in Morrowind. Keep a sharp eye out for her. I have a feeling that something is up, and that she is probably being led into doing something.

Understood.

Looks good, I think I will have Dalam engage in a brief skirmish before deciding to retreat to save the army.

I should have done more. I should be dead, not him.

Quirinus closed his eyes.

Not her.

There he was again, back in the streets of Imperial City. It was raining as he entered the alley he called home. He pushed asided the decaying clothe of his tendt, and there she was, Maeoni. She was as beautiful as ever, her soft grey skin obscured by dirt and her eyes a deep, almost royal red.

She smiled, and hugged him as soon as she saw him.

Where were you, I was so worried.

It's okay, it's okay.

By the Nine, your're hurt.

Quirinus noticed a coppery taste in his mouth, he was bleeding.

It's nothing, some men were going try to hurt us, but I stopped them.

Why do you always have to fight? Why can't you just run away.

I love you, I don't know what I would do without you. Of course I fight.

Stop being so selfish.

What?

You're not the only person who would be hurt if you die, Quirinus. I care about you, the other beggars care about you. This... this crusade of your's is going to hurt other people Quirinus. People you care about.

Someone has to tell these gangs that we will just take their abuse and attacks. Can't you understand?

Why you though? This can only end in tears Quirinus. You can't win.

I have to fight these gangs, no one else will. Everyone else is too scared. The guards just look the other way. They have bigger things to worry about than us.

We are alone. I'm sorry, but I have to.

Maeoni pushed him away.

Leave.

What?

Just go, if you are going to kill yourself, then you can do it alone.

But.

I love you, but I can't watch you do this.

I...

I love you too.

Quirinus walked away.

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Quirinus woke up.

He knew what happened that night. Maeoni was attacked and left for dead, and it was his fault. If he hadn't tried to fight the gangs, she would have been alive. They would never have went after him.

She was right, I can't do this anymore.

He ripped off his plate mail and threw it into the forest, he grabbed his shield, and tossed it into the nearby river.

He then took his sword. He stared at it, and cried.

This is it then, you helped me through many terrible times, but I don't need you anymore.

Quirinus was about to turn it on himself, when he heard a voice behind him.

What are you doing?

Quirins turned around, and he saw Belan before him.

Belan? Belan, you're alive?

No, no. I'm dead. But it's okay, my ancestors have allowed me this meeting.

I see now that I was a fool, and you were a fool to follow me. I was doomed from the moment I entered Morrowind.

What?

And now, you are being a fool. Don't pervert our memory by throwing away who you are.

I have hurt everyone I ever met! You, Maeoni, everyone!

No, no Quirinus, you saved me. You saved me from myself at Red Mountain. If hadn't been for you, I would have burned there alone with the Sixth House. No, you pulled me out of there.

But because of that, you had to watch the destruction of your home.

And I would not have had it any other way. That moment define me, it gave me purpose again. Don't give up. Know that I watch you, and that Maeoni watches you, and we are proud.

Belan faded away into dust, and disappeared on the wind.

Quirinus turned to the morning sun, and saw the smoke from a nearby town.

Maybe I won't die today.

He got up, and put on his cloak, and started walking towards the town.

That is the LONGEST post I've ever seen Great read I'll post soon, but less often as I have family visiting.

Ah, thank you, Gaius. Everything is coming together quite nicely.
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Adna and Narved trudged up the the town gates. They seemed rough hewn, hastily put together things, but then the whole town could have been described as such.
A guard at the gate raised a gauntleted hand to signal them to stop.
Halt! State your purpose, outsider.
We are merely travellers, passing through on our way to Cyrodil. We are stopping in this town for supplies.
In that case, I suppose you may enter. Be warned though, Nord. Not long ago the army of King Belan passed through here, so you may find the town a little...deserted.
Narved clenced his fist, but kept his face calm.
Thank you, guardsman.

The odd pair passed through the gate, scanning the town for anything of interest. Much like the gates, the buildings looked relatively new and hastily cobbled together. A few Dunmer women and children walked through the street, but there were few men to be seen other than the guards left behind. The buildings were made of a dark wood while the paths were little more than trampled dirt.
This town is called Vivec, I think. Popped up only around twenty years ago, probably named after the great city that came before out of some sense of nostalgia. It's not much, but it will suit our purposes for now.
You looked like you were about to punch that guard, bro. Did he say something bad?
He called me a Nord. I may be big, burly and ugly, but I've got half a brain unlike many Nords I've met in my time. No matter, we need to hurry along now.
They walked along the paths, made a few turns that Adna didn't quite follow, and found a shady looking side street behind the local inn.
This should be the place. Stay behind me, but keep close. There can be worse things than petty thieves in steets like this. Stick together, ok?
Right.
They proceeded cautiously down the narrow side street before they came upon a man. He appeared to be bleeding to death.
Gods! What happened?
I've got no idea. Hm...looks like an Imperial.
Narved turned him over on his back, noticing one very distinct feature that caught his eye. A tattoo that seemed awfully familiar...Narved hissed.
Mythic Dawn. Damnit, this could be worse than I thought.
With a laboured movement, Narved lifted the Imperial up and slung him over his shoulders. A wound oozed blood from the man's shoulder blades.
Is...there any way I can help?
No, but it would be a good idea to remember this man. He may well play a very important part later on.

After asking a beggar for directions, Narved made his way to the local temple and handed him over to the priest at the door. The temple was the only part of the town that could be considered opulent and, oddly, seemed to worship the old Tribunal.
Oh my! I hope you did not wound this man yourself.
We found him in a side ally. He was probably put upon by bandits, given the arrow wounds on his shoulder blades.
Ah, while I would love to help, I'm afraid we cannot afford to take him in. It's the war you see, it's caused an influx of-
Narved used his free hand to get his coin purse out, throwing it to the priest.
I-er...we thank you for this donation. I'm sure we can find some room to squeeze him in...
Thank you. I'll just be going now, shall I?
Ah, yes yes. Be careful out there!

Narved and Adna walked away from the temple, backtracking to the inn they had been behind before.
Isn't it a little early to stay at the inn? I mean, it's only mid-day. Didn't you say we were supposed to find someone who would join us in this town?
I did indeed. And the inn is where he'll go first, so that's where we need to be to meet him.
Do you know who he is?
I do. He's a crusader of sorts and an Imperial like us.
His name is Quirinus Latartus.

The sky had turned a red orange as the sun set in the west. Charon and Kiva had traveled all day along winding roads to reach Blacklight, they would camp for the night and would arrive by noon the next day. For the most part they had been silent. They were friends, but they're minds focused on what lay ahead. Kiva had the knowledge to open a portal to Boethia's realm, but doing so was very dangerous. She would have to breach the dimensions to allow them to cross through, if she failed in maintaining the breach they could be forever trapped between the two.

Kiva knew what would be needed to preform such a breach but she needed help from an old friend that knew of such things that just happened to live in Blacklight. That was all that she had told Charon up to that point.


So tell me about this friend of yours?

Oh, well there's not much to tell. He lives in Blacklight, has for a long time now. He's a Breton, has should length black hair, and has piercing blue eyes. His name is Tatsel.

Tatsel? Thats an odd name.

Well it's an older name, not very common.

I see. How does he know how to breach a Daedric realm?

That's a bit complicated to explain but I'm sure all will......

Charon held his hand up to silence her. His eyes darted about, scanning tree's, shrubs, bushes, everything.

Twelve. He whispered

Twelve?

We are surrounded.

Kiva calmly looked about, I dont see or since anyone.

He could tell she was using magic to probe the area, it was useless though. You wont know they're there until they want you to know.

Then how do you know?

Because I know.

Charon your beginning to scare... Her eyes finally saw a man standing in the shadow of a withered tree. She raised her hands to bring forth fire, but Charon stopped her and ushered her to lower her hands.

If they wanted us dead we would either be so, or fighting for our lives at this very minute. Stay on guard but dont act in haste.

They slowly walked to the man and he in turn walked to them.

It's been a long time Charon.

Charon slowed for a moment and then stopped, the man did the same.

Your tactics, your expertise, your Morag Tong.

You should know, you were among our ranks at one time brother.

Rijan is that you?

It's good to know that you havn't forgotten me.

You two know each other?

We were brother assassins. We have been in a lot of trouble together.

I see.

So why have you come here, with so many assassins?

Only to find out for Belan why you are coming for him.

Charon and Kiva were silent for a moment.

What is it?

Belan.... is dead. He was killed yesterday.

WHAT!?

It's true his adviser brought me to Charon soon after it happened. He has now taken the thrown for his own.

It sounds like the adviser had plans to take the thrown.

That's what I had came to the conclusion of.

We will be investigating this.

His name is Dalam. He is a very powerful mage, the head apprentice of Maximilian.

I see. We will proceed with caution.

The assassin turned and walked into the brush and was gone.

Charon looked up to the darkening sky. We should set up camp soon.

i woke seeing a strange man healing my wounds. who are you where am i and how did i get here? i asked the what appaerd to be a priest healing me.

dont worry im here to help give me a second and ill be done.....there your all better a man came and droped you off he look distressed. the priest said a wash of sudden realization came over david he must thank this man for saving his life

WHERE IS THIS MAN I MUST THANK HIM AT ONCE?! David said jumping to his feet then then falling to his knee's at the seering pain.

slow down you cant move that quick yet your equipment is over there on that shelf and as for the man i dont know were he went go ask around at the inn.

"thank you for your help and your time and again thank you for this information."

Daivd got up and got dresed slowly and started walking a steady but brisk pace to the nerest inn

Quirinus arrived at the gates of Vivec as the sun began to set.

What are you doing here Imperial?

I seek to stay at the end. My business is none of your's.

You can enter, but you are being watched Imperial.

He calmly walked through the gate and into the city. The town was familiar to him, he had passed through it a few days ago with the army... Quirinus tried to not think about it.

He turned the corner, and saw the town's inn in front of him.

Out in front there was a gang of armed dark elves.

Hey! Hey you!

The gang surrounded Quirinus.

Oi! Wasn't 'dis the guy who killed da king?

Hey yeah, he's da spitting image.

Quirinus readied himself for a fight.

Look, I have no idea what you are talking about, I am just a traveller heading to Cyrodiil. I don't want any trouble.

The first dunmer pulled out a knife, grabbed Quirinus, and held it to his throat.

Well, 'den you picked da wrong day to come to dis town. We here are loyal dumer. We don't like king killers here, do we?

I assure you, I have no idea what you are talking about. Please, I don't wan't to hurt any of you.

You hear that? I think he just threatened us!

We're going to kill you all slow like.

I'm sorry, but you asked for it.

Quirinus grabbed the dunmer holding the knife and threw him to the floor. The other one charged, only to be elbowed in the face. Soon, a brawl had started in the streets, with Quirinus taking on five dunmer at once.

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Narved and Adna were sitting at a table near the bar. The inn was relatively busy, filled mostly with refugees and travellers. It was quiet though, in fact, the entire day had been quiet. Nothing at all had happened.

Narved was smoking a pipe as he watched Adna fidget.

I'm bored. When is this guy coming?

Soon.

You've kept saying that since morning.

Then stop asking the question.

Narved took another puff.

It's almost night out, and still no sign of this guy. How would we ever recognize him?

Oh, you'll know.

Just then an Imperial ran into the inn and set himself up for a fight.

Three armed dunmer charged him. He grabbed the closest one and threw him at the second, and then he broke the third one's arm and took his dagger, just before smashing him into the floor.

After he had taken down his assailants, Quirinus limped over to the bar.

A bottle of your best Sujamma, if you don't mind.

That's him, isn't it?

Narved nodded.

Dalam watched in horror as regiment after regiment was torn apart. These Dunmer were supposed to guard the rest of the army as they retreated back to camp.

He arrived in camp distraught. He walked slowly to his tent contemplating his previous actions. As he entered a chill formed around his body and the room was silent, too silent.
Reveal yourselves assassins.
I know you are here.
Would you rather I send in half of my army...?


Fix a few typos such as the misspelling of near with neer and you also don't need to put quotation marks ( " 's ) around dialog that is colored as we have it that way so there is no need for them. Other than that the post was pretty good .


I'll let you or soul handle the assassins as I don't know their motives...

A young woman with shoulder length blond hair, dressed in darkened steel medium armor with a cloak and a massive broad sword , stepped out from the shadows.
Your sences fool you Dark Elf. There is only I. Yet you are not the one I seek. Tell me, where is Belan?

Who are you exactly wait tell me is it... Veronica?
And Belan... why he has been killed by the Crusader known as Quirinus, or is that a rhetorical question...
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Charon take it from here...

You must take me for a fool Dark Elf, I know both Belan and Quirinus, and Quirinus would take a blade to his own manhood before he let danger get a look at Belan. Your lies do no good with me, now tell me, what really happened.