"I know not for how long I remained in my vigil."
"I knelt before Arkay in humility as his servant, and I submitted a plea for guidance."
"I am his instrument of death,"
"...a harbinger of doom and destruction."
"I felt the presence of Arkay, and he motioned for me to head West."
"These are dark times, where evil men corrupt and destroy all that was once good.
And that is why I exist. I am a bearer of death.
I carry death with me so that she may find the wicked in the darkest depths of their own corruption."
"I am a Death Paladin!"
"And so, I promptly left Arkay's chapel within Cheydinhal."
"The scent of death was in the air, a smell I grew tired of long ago.
It was by this scent that I followed my path West."
"I made my way West past the Imperial City, travelling under the moonlight to reach my unforseen destination with haste."
"I rode until dawn, and that was when I sensed my destination. I arrived at a quaint priory on the outskirts of Chorrol.
Once there I spoke to the headmaster, who was once a former blade. He told me he was overwhelmed and in desperate need of help."
"While frantically searching ancient texts for something unknown to me at the time, he told me of the Emperor's death and his last remaining heir."
"Jauffre, who the headmaster identified himself as, asked me to find the Emperor's son, Martin.
His location was in the city of Kvatch, far to the Southwest. This confirmed to me Arkay's guidance.
Without another word I left Jauffre's presence..."
"...and headed for the distant city of Kvatch."
"Once I had arrived at the outskirts of Kvatch, a unusual sight greeted me.
Many of Kvatch's citizens stood huddled around tents and campfires at the base of the plateau."
"I questioned one of the citizens to gain some sort of understanding of the situation.
She spoke frantically and said that the city was gone."
"'How could an entire city disappear?,' I asked her.
She said that if I didn't believe her, I should go up the plateau and see for myself."
"So I rode up the winding ramp towards Kvatch, only to suddenly notice the sky grow red, like a beast slowly opening its bloody maw."
"I sensed the presence of demonic energy grow strong as I drew towards Kvatch.
And that was when I saw a sight I will never forget."
"The city of Kvatch was gone; completely destroyed. I uttered Arkay's name out of sheer horror.
The presence of the demonic daedra was strong, and its source was the open mouth of an Oblivion Gate."
"Wasting no time, I jumped from the saddle and was informed by the captain of the watch.
A brave man, but inexperenced in the way of daedra.
I assured him I would give him the assistance he needed.
Placing my mace, Senka, into my gauntleted hand, I ran towards the Gateway to Oblivion."
"The Gate towered over me, like a hungry beast salivating at new prey."
"There was no time for second thoughts. The destruction of this gate had to be done, and I was the one to do it.
I hefted Senka in my hand and charged into the shimmering mirror of the Gate,
the baleful energies surrounding me and transporting me to the realm of the daedric prince, Mehrunes Dagon."
"I looked up to the grotesque tower that loomed before me, its single window like an eye that was ever watchful, watching every step I made.
I knew the tower was my objective.
'Arkay, grant me strength!,' I shouted.
Without the slightest hesitation I ran across the ashen plains, every thought focused on the tower."
Edited by cyborgakadjmoose, 14 May 2007 - 08:53 PM.