Continuation of Chapter 8 part 2 (Screens coming for part 2 tommorow!)
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The dark, cold aura the surrounds Green Emperor Way at night is almost haunting, it is no wonder why Lorkhan choose this time to further investigate.
"What was that?" A Imperial Guard turned to his partner, only to find him unconscious. "HEL-" Hector quickly struck him and he too, was unconcsious.
The other guards inside the Palace he found quickly followed, there was no need for bloodshed this night.
"Now, lets find something to help me here...." Hector thought to himself.
Hours of searching and nothing was found.
"Damn it all!" Hector shouted - The moth priests had earleir been knocked out. "Nothing, not a hint or a clue or a...." Hector thought, when suddenly a book caught his eye.
"Hackdirt: What really happened?" Hector said aloud. "Hmm, that was quite an event" Hector thought to himself.
"To my good and excellent friend, the reader - I assume you are one of the Imperial Guard, so this book is safe with you. Before we proceed with my report and speculcations of Hackdirt, you must swear upon the Dragon (Hector smirked) that you will inform no Civillian or Recruit of what this book holds, nor will you use this book for profit or any form of gain."
Hector chuckled and turned to the first page.
"Officialy, the event at Hackdirt were caused by the Legion - a sacking of a filth-ridden hole of bandits and kidnappers. Unofficialy, the events of Hackdirt haunt me to this very day. All who lived in Hackdirt perished that day, but it was not by the hand of the Legion - something far more powerful did that to those buildings and people. Something...not of this world. I only caught the backside of what did it, it was floating over the smoldering ruins. I fired an arrow at it, but unlike any Man, Elf or Daedra I've ever seen, it simply waved its hand and the arrow reversed direction and struck me, instead of its designated target." Hector's eyes grew wide.
"No, dear reader, this was no normal creature. No mage could destroy that much stone at once. The sights...and the smells of the scene were haunting and nothing but pure hatred lingered in the air that day. It was dark. Grim.... I... I shudder with the mere thought of what might have happened if that creature turned and saw myself and my unit - we would have winded up like those who were in Hackdirt, rest thier souls. I'm sure this was some Daedric Lord or Prince or Count, no grunt or man could have done that. The wonderous gates, made of ivory and steel and silver that once led into the wonderful town had lost its shine - it was covered in dirt and rubble and....and... and blood. So much blood it stained the damned gate red!"
Hector had a shocking realisation - someone saw him at Hackdirt. Not some incoherent jabbering Goblin, but a Solider. And a smart one at that.
"I leave you now, with the knowledge of what I saw and think, you can form your own decision after your reading of this."
Hector knew there was only one thing to do - find who saw him, and find out just how much he saw.
(Sorry for any mistakes, its getting late and I'm quite sleepy

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Edited by Hector the Hooded, 11 August 2007 - 06:49 PM.