Elder Scrolls: Interregnum Chapter 4 (Started, Open)

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Croaker's words ran through Endya's head a second time. ''I'm not your typical specimen of Breton'' he told her. Certainly not, she saw the wound that arrow left, only now was she noticing how quick his stride was. Joncis and Enthir hadn't gone near him the other night and she was a fool not to pick it up sooner. ''not your typical specimen..'' the words echoed in her ear again.
Evidently not, or else he'd either be limping or dead from exhaustion by now.

Best not to tell the others, Gods only know what he could be and Endya planned to leave this desert again.

Croaker glanced back, trying to make it look casual, and caught Endya staring at him. He looked away before he thought she or the others would notice.

Great... she's starting to figure it out... if she hasn't already. Just bloody wonderful. I don't want to kill anyone, but if they don't give me a choice in the matter... ehh... this is going to be a right pain in the ass.

"How much farther would you say we are," he said to no one in particular, "To the town or whatever it is we're heading for?"

After more monotonous walking the group finally arrived at the ruin.

On the outside it appeared to be a delapidated fort, probably out of use due to the remoteness of its location.
The ruin had an outer wall made of stone, and now rusted metal gates at the entrance, with two large towers on the interior's perimeter and a third that had collapsed onto the wall, destroying part of it.

Once inside though it seemed much different. There was a small oasis in the centre of the fort, with a stream leading to a small farm as irrigation, its long since been abandoned and the crop grown has expanded and wheat has begun sprouting around the oasis. Lining the back of the fort were several thatched houses.

Joncis had a look inside one of the houses and discovered the place as completely stripped bare. Everything of value was taken away until all that remained were wardrobes, the beds and a couple of tables. Mostly items that couldn't be fit onto the back of a horse easily or weren't of much value, In the cabinets all he found were some spoons, books and children's toys.
''This was a settlement, not a fort.'' he said to himself quietly.

Enthir filled his flask from the oasis and looked around ''Which one should we check first?'' Enthir asked them, pointing towards the remaining towers. The one on the left had a wider base and was most likely the main building in the settlement, and it seemed to be the best maintained of the two, while the one on the right was taller with an open roof acting as a watchtower, however it's first floor was completely submerged in the sand. ''I'd go with the one on the left unless we all want to climb through the other one's windows.'' Endya told him.

As he walked through the ruined settlement, Croaker couldn't help but feel as if this was familiar. All too familiar.

I've seen too much of war... but it doesn't look like this world is going to give me any more of a break on that front than the old one.

Croaker silently started searching huts as he slowly made his away through the town. Croaker had no idea what he was looking for or even why he was poking around in the first place... but he did it anyway.

Eventually, in a small hut that looked like it had belonged to a small family. Croaker stepped into the little shanty, and found the bodies of a young mother and her daughter. The sight chilled Croaker, before he began to feel, for the first time in centuries, rage starting to boil its course through his veins. He clenched his fists. He took a moment to take a deep, calming breath before examining the bodies more closely.

"No lacerations, or signs of bruising," he noted out loud, "Burns, but no other signs of fire on scene. Magic, most likely. Wait a minute," he stopped to look more closely at one of the burn wounds on the young mother. He sniffed it, "Foul smell. But not sulfuric... not rot either, hmm..." he poked one the wound with a scalpel, the 'burn wound' darted up the woman's arm and into the folds of her dress. Croaker jumped back, and drew his bow. He ran out to join the others.

"Run you fools!" he shouted at his party, "Get out of here! This town is a trap! Get out now!"

Croaker nocked an arrow in his bow, and started scanning the area.

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Joncis had his foot out of the door when he saw Croaker sprint outside ''What did you see?'' he called over at him.

Enthir and Endya meanwhile had already into the adjacent towers. Enthir chose the newer one. After knocking its door down he climbed up a long flight of stairs and was met by the sight of 2 dead Khajiit at the top. One with a mace and another with a note clasped in his paws. 'GET OUT' it had scrawled on it.

Endya meanwhile begrudgingly climbed through the sand sunken tower's window, inside were two staircases, one leading upstairs and the other downstairs. She chose to go up, near the top of the tower was a small bedroom. On a bench was a note:
I've locked up the basement for this tower, and the front of the other other one, apparently the others plan to knock down the third. Idiots. What if they're wrong? What if they went back through the portal?
The ancients maintained this citadel for centuries. Gods bless them, they managed to not do for millenia what it took us only a few months to allow.

To any that read this, leave. Deep under this keep lies several strange portals. Some in my order said they transported those unfortunate enough to pass through them into realms of Oblivion or possibly through time itself.

Several nights ago, creatures began to come through from one of the portals, we don't know what they are and we aren't warriors, so we've sealed them off below. Its possible that they've left by now but we aren't taking chances on this.

I doubt anyone will be left to warn you, but stay here at your own risk...

''Looks like we're checking the basement'' Endya told herself.

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TheDoctor455:
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Joncis had his foot out of the door when he saw Croaker sprint outside ''What did you see?'' he called over at him.

Enthir and Endya meanwhile had already into the adjacent towers. Enthir chose the newer one. After knocking its door down he climbed up a long flight of stairs and was met by the sight of 2 dead Khajiit at the top. One with a mace and another with a note clasped in his paws. 'GET OUT' it had scrawled on it.

Endya meanwhile begrudgingly climbed through the sand sunken tower's window, inside were two staircases, one leading upstairs and the other downstairs. She chose to go up, near the top of the tower was a small bedroom. On a bench was a note:
I've locked up the basement for this tower, and the front of the other other one, apparently the others plan to knock down the third. Idiots. What if they're wrong? What if they went back through the portal?
The ancients maintained this citadel for centuries. Gods bless them, they managed to not do for millenia what it took us only a few months to allow.

To any that read this, leave. Deep under this keep lies several strange portals. Some in my order said they transported those unfortunate enough to pass through them into realms of Oblivion or possibly through time itself.

Several nights ago, creatures began to come through from one of the portals, we don't know what they are and we aren't warriors, so we've sealed them off below. Its possible that they've left by now but we aren't taking chances on this.

I doubt anyone will be left to warn you, but stay here at your own risk...

''Looks like we're checking the basement'' Endya told herself.

Croaker quickly described what he had found in that small hut, and the strange injury.

"I've seen that sort of curse only one place before," he explained, "in the old world. A curse that only a mercifully few knew how to cast. The Dominator, The Lady, and the Ten Who Were Taken... most of which are now long dead... or... never existed in the first place. If I'm right, then one of them could very well be here."

He checked the skies above them.

"Don't touch any of the bodies," he told them, "And if a fight starts up... the rest of you... run," he told them, "If I'm right, then this doesn't concern you, and you will only get yourselves killed by staying."

TheDoctor455:

Josh12345:

TheDoctor455:
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Joncis had his foot out of the door when he saw Croaker sprint outside ''What did you see?'' he called over at him.

Enthir and Endya meanwhile had already into the adjacent towers. Enthir chose the newer one. After knocking its door down he climbed up a long flight of stairs and was met by the sight of 2 dead Khajiit at the top. One with a mace and another with a note clasped in his paws. 'GET OUT' it had scrawled on it.

Endya meanwhile begrudgingly climbed through the sand sunken tower's window, inside were two staircases, one leading upstairs and the other downstairs. She chose to go up, near the top of the tower was a small bedroom. On a bench was a note:
I've locked up the basement for this tower, and the front of the other other one, apparently the others plan to knock down the third. Idiots. What if they're wrong? What if they went back through the portal?
The ancients maintained this citadel for centuries. Gods bless them, they managed to not do for millenia what it took us only a few months to allow.

To any that read this, leave. Deep under this keep lies several strange portals. Some in my order said they transported those unfortunate enough to pass through them into realms of Oblivion or possibly through time itself.

Several nights ago, creatures began to come through from one of the portals, we don't know what they are and we aren't warriors, so we've sealed them off below. Its possible that they've left by now but we aren't taking chances on this.

I doubt anyone will be left to warn you, but stay here at your own risk...

''Looks like we're checking the basement'' Endya told herself.

Croaker quickly described what he had found in that small hut, and the strange injury.

"I've seen that sort of curse only one place before," he explained, "in the old world. A curse that only a mercifully few knew how to cast. The Dominator, The Lady, and the Ten Who Were Taken... most of which are now long dead... or... never existed in the first place. If I'm right, then one of them could very well be here."

He checked the skies above them.

"Don't touch any of the bodies," he told them, "And if a fight starts up... the rest of you... run," he told them, "If I'm right, then this doesn't concern you, and you will only get yourselves killed by staying."

Endya came down from the tower and approached him ''Doesn't concern us? We came here for a reason and we intend to do that.'' She told him angrily.
They already trekked up a mountain for nothing last time, she wasn't about to find a 3rd place to hide the damned scrolls. ''Besides, what possible thing would force all but you to run? We're in the middle of a desert with several days between us and civilisation in any direction, so even if we were to leave where would we run?''

Joncis took a quick peek in the shack Croaker ran from, ''Endya its not like he's lying or anything, I've never seen markings like this before on a body'' he called out.

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TheDoctor455:

Josh12345:

Joncis had his foot out of the door when he saw Croaker sprint outside ''What did you see?'' he called over at him.

Enthir and Endya meanwhile had already into the adjacent towers. Enthir chose the newer one. After knocking its door down he climbed up a long flight of stairs and was met by the sight of 2 dead Khajiit at the top. One with a mace and another with a note clasped in his paws. 'GET OUT' it had scrawled on it.

Endya meanwhile begrudgingly climbed through the sand sunken tower's window, inside were two staircases, one leading upstairs and the other downstairs. She chose to go up, near the top of the tower was a small bedroom. On a bench was a note:
I've locked up the basement for this tower, and the front of the other other one, apparently the others plan to knock down the third. Idiots. What if they're wrong? What if they went back through the portal?
The ancients maintained this citadel for centuries. Gods bless them, they managed to not do for millenia what it took us only a few months to allow.

To any that read this, leave. Deep under this keep lies several strange portals. Some in my order said they transported those unfortunate enough to pass through them into realms of Oblivion or possibly through time itself.

Several nights ago, creatures began to come through from one of the portals, we don't know what they are and we aren't warriors, so we've sealed them off below. Its possible that they've left by now but we aren't taking chances on this.

I doubt anyone will be left to warn you, but stay here at your own risk...

''Looks like we're checking the basement'' Endya told herself.

Croaker quickly described what he had found in that small hut, and the strange injury.

"I've seen that sort of curse only one place before," he explained, "in the old world. A curse that only a mercifully few knew how to cast. The Dominator, The Lady, and the Ten Who Were Taken... most of which are now long dead... or... never existed in the first place. If I'm right, then one of them could very well be here."

He checked the skies above them.

"Don't touch any of the bodies," he told them, "And if a fight starts up... the rest of you... run," he told them, "If I'm right, then this doesn't concern you, and you will only get yourselves killed by staying."

Endya came down from the tower and approached him ''Doesn't concern us? We came here for a reason and we intend to do that.'' She told him angrily.
They already trekked up a mountain for nothing last time, she wasn't about to find a 3rd place to hide the damned scrolls. ''Besides, what possible thing would force all but you to run? We're in the middle of a desert with several days between us and civilisation in any direction, so even if we were to leave where would we run?''

Joncis took a quick peek in the shack Croaker ran from, ''Endya its not like he's lying or anything, I've never seen markings like this before on a body'' he called out.

"At least if you started now, you'd have a chance," Croaker shot back at her, "I recognize the handiwork behind this town's destruction. To put it in terms you would understand... this is the work of an incredibly powerful mage. Judging from the lack of campfires anywhere around here, he's on his own."

Croaker scanned the area again.

"He has many names... he used to be 'The Limper'... though now I think 'The Burned Clay Man' would be a better fit. This... creature, has single-handedly toppled entire cities. The only reason that I would stand a chance against him is because I know him," Croaker explained, still scanning the area, "Damn it. Too late. He's here. Hide. Or just don't get in my way."

Croaker replaced his current, rather ordinary arrow with one of the black-and-silver ones. Croaker started to slowly spin around, constantly checking the surrounding area in every conceivable direction. Then, the sound of a horse plodding through the sand came from the direction the party had come from. Croaker swerved to face his foe. As the figure approached... it was the stranger that had appeared some nights ago, as if out of nowhere. But he was no longer speaking in that strange clicking tongue he had before. Now, he spoke in a language so ancient that even the Ayelids would not have been able to comprehend it. Yet, Croaker was keeping up, and responding in the same language.

While neither party had bothered to translate, the gist was clear. Both were cursing at each other, both sputtering rage and hate at each other. The stranger, for having apparently lost most of his original body, and having it replaced with steel-lined ceramics, and Croaker... for the much more personal loss the other had helped inflict upon him. Then, the stranger raised... its hands and began to chant in an unintelligible series of chants in that old tongue.

"Get to cover now!" Croaker yelled at his companions, making a dash for a nearby hut himself.

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