Prologue
1st Morndas of Frostfall 4E 562
My blood dripped from my beaten, mutilated and tormented body. I was in complete agony. �Your devotion to heresy is remarkable,� the Inquisitor sighed. �You refuse to accept that He-Who-Is-Above-All-Others is the Aedric Lord who deserves our undying loyalty.�
�Say his name, you swine,� I spit. �It�s Kalian. He was a hero, which I will not argue. However, he is not a god!�
The Altmeri Inquisitor�s fist slammed into my right cheek, hard. I tasted the blood as it filled my mouth. �He-Who-Is-Above-All-Others is the one, true Aedric God.�
I spit the blood in my mouth at him, �And my rear is a Daedric Prince.�
The Altmer�s black robes flowed elegantly behind him as he walked away. �I will purify your soul, even if it means stripping the flesh from it. I swear it, Heretic.�
I was fading in and out of consciousness. �Ever since Reman died,� I thought. �And the Templar, Merrik Bryne took the throne; Tamriel has been a land of secrecy, fear and �divine� crusades against the �heretics�.� The cold, stone room was devoid of light save for dim, bronze sconces in the middle of each wall.
Another one of the Priests walked in. This one wore a suit of black plate-mail with a fine, black cape behind him. At his belt was a long sword in its scabbard. �You�re coming with me, Heretic,� the Templar ordered. �You will stand before High Inquisitor Byron Gray and he shall decide your fate.�
He unshackled me from the torture-chair and grabbed my arm. His freezing, gauntlet-covered hands were strongly gripping my mal-nourished arm. I was still fading in and out of consciousness, but I know when we arrived I was in a well-lit dome-like building.
Sitting on a throne was a Breton with black robes that matched the Altmer�s on. However, he had an amulet around his neck that had a small, blue crystal. �You stand before me for crimes of Heresy, is this true?� Byron asked inquisitively. I could recognize by his tone that he despised me, but I cared not what the delusional priest-hood thought.
�I do stand before you for crimes of Heresy, because I am not a blind zealot,� I mumbled. �Am I to be executed for not having such a pious and devoted faith?�
�You speak to me condescendingly,� he responded. �Do you wish for me to execute you or is that a result of your unenlightened ignorance?�
�He could speak to me as if I were an uneducated mongrel,� I pondered. �However, he would execute me, giving me peace at last.�
�I speak the way Kalian would to maggot-spawn like you,� I taunted.
The Templar ripped out his blade and put it to my throat. �May I decapitate this savage who can not hold his tongue?�
What felt like hours passed before the High Inquisitor shook his head. �No, release him. He will show the commoners what it is like to turn He-Who-Is-Above-All-Other�s Guidance away.�
The Templar pulled his blade away from my throat. �High Inquisitor, he is a plague and we can slay him before he spreads his spiritual illness to the rest of the people.�
�Do you not trust in my guidance, Templar?�
�I do, High Inquisitor.�
�Then do not question it.�
A small child handed me some linen pants and a sack-cloth shirt. I pulled the pants up and then I put the shirt on. The child pulled out a vial and ordered, �Drink it.� Obediently, I did and I felt a reserve of energy open.
The steps outside of the dome-like building led me to a city void of life, except for the black-clad Templar. The black-clad Templar patrolled with their blades drawn. This was the first time I had seen the sun in weeks, yet it felt gloomy nonetheless�