I will dwelve into Baurus's situation as the story continues...

Great that you've taken up this story again. Baurus' death really came as a surprise. It was so sudden. I read about two pages of your "Accounts of Rayden" story and I found it interesting though some grammar mistakes and odd changes in tense kept me from really appreciating. Thankfully, no problems of such nature can be found in this story.

That's a shame because a better majority of the story wasn't like that. Oh well, at least you're following this tale!

Well, that's not to say that I didn't find the actual plot to be dull. I actually found both the plot and the characters to be well made and entertaining, just that those problems I mentioned kept me from enjoying the story properly.

No worries. Grammer is definitely something I'm trying my best to work on.

Ahh, the Last Heir continues!!!

Poor Baurus though, that is pretty sad...
But alas! The story must go on and a massive invasion of any city could fix our current sad situation....?
lol!

I'm not much of a literary critic but, I do find your writing very good because it's so nice to read. In alot of other stories, the writing is very odd sounding and such! But this is fantastic!

lol, thanks Steve! Now for the next chapter


CHAPTER FOURTEEN


+++++ One Hour Later +++++


Everyone had already filed into Arboretum and tears were by now falling from their faces. Almost all of the ladies were sobbing their eyes and even some of the males were doing the same as well. It was an enormously sad atmosphere and I found myself unfortunately feeling quite depressed. I even felt a bit angry with myself because I wasn’t shedding any tears like the majority was. But I didn’t really think anyone could scold me for that. I did not know the Champion personally and I didn’t live here during his heroic deeds. If I was here during the Oblivion Crisis then yes of course I could relate with everyone else, but no, that is not the case.

Instead I am standing here on the platform next to the Champion’s casket. Jauffre was to my right, with Itius and Lex to my left. The entire Legion soldiers were present as well, which actually caught me by surprise. I figured we would at least have soldiers in the watch towers, but from the looks of it appeared that everyone was here for the funeral.

I watched the husbands grasp their wives in their arms, and I watched the little kids wonder why everyone was crying. These were the children too small to know what was going on; the same children not too much older than I. I’m sure it was awfully strange for them to see someone their age standing up on the platform next to everyone important. They didn’t yet know who I am, but hopefully when their generation grows up to be adults that will all change.

Soon horns sounded from the behind and I saw a couple of soldiers walking toward the casket with a folded flag of Cyrodiil. They came and rested the flag on the casket, which was closed entirely. After seeing the failure of the workers to make the Champions appearance more fit to be seen, Jauffre ultimately decided to have the casket closed.

Next was another group of soldiers, this time carrying a full set of Dwemer armor towards the platform. The pieces were laid next to the flag. I took it that it was what the Champion had worn during his battles. And if I was right then I already knew what coming next. And sure if enough I was correct, and down the aisle walked one lone soldier holding a glass claymore. The weapon gleamed brightly from the setting sun. The sword was laid to rest in the middle of the flag and armor. Then everyone bowed their head to give a moment of silence to their deceased hero.

As I bowed my head I began to think about what I was going to say to the people when it was my turn to speak. Unfortunately because of my extreme case of procrastination I had yet to come up with anything to say. I figured I’d say something nice about the Champion and the delve into how I plan to keep the province from slipping. But then again this probably isn’t the right place or time for that kind of talk. Perhaps I should keep it short and sweet? I don’t know…this was a lot more difficult than I thought it was going to be.

The people’s sensitivity has a high level and one wrong word could spell my doom. I didn’t want to anger them with something wrong, but I also didn’t want to leave them with next to nothing. I had to leave them with at least little something, but nothing too little. Sound confusing?

About a minute or so later Jauffre cleared his throat and walked up to the center of the platform, whereas Lex, Itius and I stood in the back next to the casket. I watched the people’s reaction when Jauffre stepped up. Their eyes were now solely fixed on Jauffre. They were obviously anxious to hear him speak, and I knew he wasn’t going to let them down.

“People of Cyrodiil,” he began, his voice booming through the Arboretum, “We come together this evening in remembrance of someone that entirely defines the word ‘hero’. The Champion of Cyrodiil has passed away, this you all have known for the past several days. But even while his life is gone, his spirit still hangs over the city, watching out for every last one of you. He is right now floating above us, watching down on this ceremony. He will be proud to see all of you here, mourning his death. But…at the same time he also wishes for us to move. If we were not to move on, then what would his sacrifice do for us in the first place?

“The Champion did what he did during the crisis to save all of us from an early and horrible death. His loss will be our gain as we fight through these hard times. With a new ruler it will of course be difficult, but for the Champion’s sake we will fight through and never give up! We will hold on to the Champion’s dreams of a better world and never let go! It’s the least he deserves!”

I was absolutely impressed by Jauffre’s magnificent speaking ability. His words were very effective and the people were really getting into what he had to say. They were all cheering and nodding their heads in agreement. I looked at Itius and Lex and they faces were lit in excitement. Things were so far going great.

“We will use this ceremony to remember what the Champion did for us, and why he did what he did. After this evening the mourning will cease and we will continue our lives as they once were; and rebuild the Empire from the crisis. Our new leader, Lukas Septim, is ready to walk the path of Emperor-ness and with it he will need your help. Yes, he is but a child, but does that really matter? The Champion himself adored young Lukas and even spoke to you about helping him. Do you remember that day? His views of a government ran without the adversity from the Council can become reality. But the backbone of the province, that being you, have to aid in our struggle against the Council! Lukas here is going to be a fine leader of the great province of Cyrodiil! So let this day be remembered as the beginning of a new era!”

Jauffre raised his hands in triumph as the entire place erupted into applause and cheers. It was so amazing seeing the people this excited. It really got me thinking about all of things. One being that if the people would stay this content my job would be so much easier. And two, the Council would no doubt be showing up here in the city any day now.

As the cheering went on Jauffre announced, “And now we shall feast!”

Suddenly the gates opened up and in came many trays of food. There were fruits, meats, vegetables, drinks, deserts, all kind of food. I was extremely surprised to see all of this because Jauffre never once told me this was going to happen. I shot a glace at Jauffre and he winked at me. Then I looked at Lex and Itius who were both grinning widely. Lex patted me on the head and then we walked off the platform and to the tables that were being set up by the soldiers.

In a matter of minutes everyone was settled at a table. I was accompanied by Jauffre, Itius and Lex at a long table situated in front of everyone else. The meal consisted of many foods, like I have already mentioned, but my favorite dish was the mutton pot-roast. It consisted of roasted-mutton, cooked well-done of course, along with cooked vegetables, and on top of all that was a heaping of brown gravy. It was so good I just couldn’t believe it.

“So, Jauffre, why didn’t you tell me about all this?” I asked in-between drinks from my glass of water. Jauffre wouldn’t let me have any wine.

“We figured we’d give you a little surprise for all the work you’ve done so far. I know you must be getting bit stressed from everything, so I presumed this would bring your spirits up.”

“Well, it has, ha! All this food is so wonderful!”

We continued to eat for about an hour or so, and once we were done I tapped my goblet loudly with my silverware. The whole place got quiet and everyone’s eyes were on me. I was ready for my speech…

“First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming out tonight and honoring the Champion of Cyrodiil! I only knew him for a short amount of time, but what I saw of him makes me realize why you adore him so much. He was truly a hero to this province, and I aim to do the same thing. I understand if you are a bit doubtful with me serving as your emperor. After all, I am just a teenager after all, so it makes since to question my ability to rule. But…I assure you I will rule this province with my best ability. I will make sure the Empire stays the dominating force it was under my grandfather, Uriel Septim!”

It wasn’t much but just like I said I might do, I kept it short and sweet. And the people seemed to approve my speech. They all, again I say all, stood up and applauded me very loudly. I hear loud cheers and whistles. The people liked me, they really liked me!




+++++ TWO HOURS LATER +++++




I was sitting at my desk reading a book when the door knocked from outside. I had only been my room for about half an hour since the ceremony. After my short speech many people came up to shake my hand and share a few words. I had been absolutely amazed how quick the people’s attitudes had changed during the funeral. At first they were sad, and then they were happy. But I guess that’s what happens when you have such a powerful as we have in Jauffre.

When I answered the door Itius was standing there with a torch in hand. His expression was rather solemn, and given the recent situation I really wasn’t that surprised by it.

“Are you ready, my lord?”

Itius would be accompanying me to a garden in the Temple District. There we would bury the deceased body of Baurus. Jauffre and I also decided to make an announcement at the Champion’s funeral about Baurus’s death. The people were surprised and shocked. We then went ahead and invited them to the funeral, which would start in about an hour. I didn’t know how many would come, but I figured they deserved to know the truth.

“Yes, let’s go.”

We headed out into the night and it was actually quite cool. As we walked towards the Temple District I asked Itius how he felt about Baurus’s actions and eventual downfall. I was extremely curious to hear what he had to say.

“Well, to be honest, my lord, I’m not at all surprised. He was always on the verge of going over the edge, if you catch my drift. I never thought much for him ever since I first met him. He was always too boastful if you ask me.”

When we reached the Temple District Jauffre and Lex were standing next to a deeply dug hole in the ground that was shaped as a rectangle. Guards were standing next to some sort of wooden contraption with ropes tied to it. Next to that was a long casket, which I presumably took to be Baurus.

“Let’s get this over with,” Jauffre said without emotion.

I searched the area and noticed that only about fifteen people in total had shown up for the funeral, and that counted Lex, Jauffre, Itius and myself. It also appeared as if the people were here only because we had asked them to come. They were getting fidgety and sleeping-looking.

The contraption suddenly started to move and the ropes were lowered, along with the casket. Once the coffin was in the dirt soldiers began shoveling dirt onto it. While this happened Jauffre made a poor attempt at a speech. It was nothing compared to the one at the Champion’s funeral. I was very disappointed.

“Baurus was a good man, despite what many may think. Even though his actions didn’t show it at times, I think deep down he was just simply a troubled man. Unfortunately his troubles were the eventual downfall to his short-lived life. Let this be a lesson to everyone.”

And that was it. No applause. No feast. Nothing. It was a very depressing situation and the people quickly left and went to their homes. The soldiers left as well, including Itius and Lex, leaving me alone with Jauffre. I walked over to the old Imperial and joined him as he peered down into the dark hole that was covering the coffin.

“So young…I should’ve done more,” Jauffre said with a small glimmer in his eyes.

“No, Jauffre, there’s nothing you could have done. He was simply a bad see, that’s all.”

My intentions with those statements were only meant to comfort Jauffre, but unfortunately that is not how he interpreted them.

“No, you’re wrong, Lukas. He was not a ‘bad seed’,” he yelled sarcastically. “He just needed some guiding, that’s all. And people like you shouldn’t be spreading around your opinions when you don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

I wasn’t sure why he was acting this way, but Jauffre was literally yelling at me. The guards digging the hole where now looking up, and Jauffre simply stood there glaring at me. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but then he closed it and marched off.

“Wait, Jauffre. Where are you going?”

He didn’t even bother to answer…

Hm, this update makes you think rather more. The comparison between the two funerals, the Champion's and Baurus' makes it look like you're analyzing the funeral of a state leader and the funeral of a nobody who died recently. Nicely done.

Also, I notice that you use some words, of which you know their meaning and how they are read, but which you don't know how exactly it's written. Like, for example since instead of sense. But I see that you are making progress nonetheless.

Also, grammar isn't written "grammer". A pretty common mistake you can see, especially in the rhetoric of those who intend to school others in the use of proper grammar and language on internet forums. Anyway, that's not of much consequence for your story.

Excellent contrast between the two funerals. Looks like Lukas touched a touchy subject with Jauffre as well.

Short chapter, but it keeps the story moving...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


I stood there, awestruck as Jauffre walked away angry. I had never seen him like this before, at least not with me. I have to admit I was hurt by his words, but I guess I can understand why he got angry. But I was only trying to help; I didn’t mean to cause him even more pain.

I thought about going after Jauffre but instead I simply stayed where I was. I wanted to watch the soldiers bury Baurus. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Jauffre right now, and I figured I’d wait until he cools down before I approach him. After all, we were going to leave first thing the next morning for Cheydinhal, and it was already eleven o’clock at night.

After the digging was done I thanked the soldiers for their work, and then they trotted off to the barrack for some well-earned rest. But I did not leave the Temple District like the others. I sat near the piece of dirt that covered Baurus’s casket. The men had done an excellent job of smoothing things out, but one thing that disturbed me was that there was nothing commemorating the loss of the Redguard Blade. There were no flowers, no tombstone, no sign or remembrance item, just a patch of dirt. If one had not showed up at this funeral they wouldn’t even know of this burial spot. It was very sad to see this. It was almost as if they didn’t even really care about Baurus that much. But of course that couldn’t be true. Not after the display of anger Jauffre showed me.

Soon the air was starting to get even chillier and I could sense that in a matter of seconds a storm would appear from the skies and rain would shower down on us. I was about to leave the area and settle in for the night, but I as I was standing I heard a voice coming from a group of large bushes not too far from the burial grounds. I peered into the darkness but saw nothing. At first I thought I was hearing things but then I heard it again. I called out and asked whoever it was to show them selves, and then out from the bushes stepped a dark figure in an even darker robe.

“Good evening, my lord.”

I couldn’t see the figure, but judging by his voice I would have guess that he was a Dunmer male. This particular elf’s tone was kind of creepy in a way.

“Who are you? Step out into the moonlight so I can see you.”

The figure stepped out into the light and just as I thought, he was in fact a Dunmer male. He was a younger, though, and his trimmed black goatee stood out among the many tattoos across his body.”

“Here I am, my lord. Sorry for the mysterious entrance, but I’m afraid there are those who wish me dead as of now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My name is Fadril Saren. I’ve traveled all the way from Cheydinhal to speak with you about the Count of that very city, Andel Indarys.”

He traveled all the way from there just to talk about the Count? Surely there had to be more to it than that.

“What about him?”

“Well…umm, it’s kind of hard to say, really. This is why I wanted to talk to you alone. You see, I am the brother of the late Llathasa Indarys.”

“Wait a minute; so you’re a relative of Andel?”

“Yes…well no, not anymore that is. My dear sister died recently in Cheydinhal. Reports say she fell from a staircase, but I know that is not the truth.”

This was so confusing. I had one moment been thinking about Baurus and Jauffre, and now this elf was talking about some Count’s dead wife. What the hell was going on?

“Wait…just calm down, Fadril. Why are you talking to me about this? I don’t know anything about Andel’s wife. In fact, I didn’t even know he had one!”

He simply ignored me.

“It happened only a week ago, a night similar to this. I was coming to Castle Cheydinhal to talk with my sister about our father. He lives back in our homeland, Morrowind, Balmora in Vvardenfell to be exact. He has become ill over the past few weeks and died. I was going to inform my sister of the misfortune, but unfortunately I witnessed something so horrible, so disturbing…”

The elf started crying and I didn’t know whether to have pity on him or turn him away. I really didn’t know where this was going to tell you the truth.

“Llathasa was on the staircase alright, arguing with Andel. I couldn’t make out the words but they were both screaming at the top of their lungs. Nobody else was around and they didn’t know I was there, so I stood behind a corner and watched the scene from afar. Then, he struck her in the face with the back of his hand. She screamed out loud and smacked him back. And then…” he said, eyes now streaming with tears, “he grabbed her by the hair and flung her off of the staircase! Her neck hit the floor and snapped immediately! He killed her!”

I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. What an awful story. And I knew it had to be true. The emotions were real.

“And that’s not all. When I saw what happened and I yelled out in anger and began running towards Andel. Then of course he knew what I had seen, and he called for his guards. They came running out from the rooms and Andel ordered for them to capture me. I…I threw a spell at them and ran as fast as I could out of the city. Since then I have been hiding in the forest, sleeping in caves. They’re after me, you know; and they won’t stop until I’m dead. I know the truth…the truth that Andel doesn’t anyone to know.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Help me avenge my sister’s death. Come with me to Cheydinhal and approach Andel! You’re the Emperor! You can help me!”

I didn’t know what to say. I mean…this was all so sudden. But, if it was true, and I had no doubt in my mind it was, then something had to be done. I was about to say something when the gates opened close to my right, and in came Jauffre.

“Lukas, I ‘m sorry for…oh. Who is this?”

I introduced Fadril to Jauffre and told him everything. When I was finished Jauffre sighed heavily and began stroking his chin.

“Hmm, I told you I didn’t think much of Andel, didn’t I, Lukas? Well, it seems we another “Alessia” on our hands. Fadril, it just happens that we’re leaving for Cheydinhal first thing in the morning. You can travel with us and we’ll confront Andel with the accusations.”

“NO! No, I can’t go! He’ll have my head!”

“Don’t worry, Fadril, we’ll protect you. I promise.”

He pondered the idea for a few seconds, and then he answered with the following: “Okay, but I need protection. Where shall I sleep?”

“You can have a bed in the palace. There’s a guest room that I think you’ll like. I’ll also have a couple of guards outside to watch for intruders,” Jauffre said reassuringly.

Fadril approved of the idea and thanked us immensely. We escorted him to his room and left two guards to keep watch. I was about to leave and go to my own room but Jauffre stopped me.

“Lukas, I have something to tell you.”

I turned around and waited for what he had to say.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I’m…just a little stressed right now, that’s all. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry…”

I simply smiled and shook his hand.

“Don’t worry; I know you were upset about Baurus. No hard feelings.”

He smiled back and said, “Thanks, Lukas. I was hoping you’d understand.”

Yes indeed, the update was short but it definitely moves things along.

Damn, do any of these Counts/Countesses have morals?

Doesn't look like they have, Mallet. Well, excluding the new dude on the block.

I did appreciate Jaufre's sudden snapping against Lukas. It isn't that Lukas did anything wrong really, but it shows the emotional state the old Blade is in right now.

Well, they're noble figures tired of political inbreeding. You can't really blame them. And I think that being in a position of power for many years can get to you, mentally and physically. Anyway, I was hoping that the meeting with Andel Indarys would go smoother, that he would have a nice civilized talk with Lukas, propose some foreign administrators from Morrowind that would "handle" the situation appropriately etc. But now it seems Lukas is going to have to go "heavy" to Cheydinhal (with legionnaires I mean). For both his own safety and that of the Dunmer accompanying them.

Hahaha, I've got you all right where I want you.....

Or the Dunmer could be a liar, an effective actor sent by Andel himself to induce Lukas into error. Hopefully, things will turn out well.

we'll just have to wait and see...

Or let's do a third scenario.

Fadril works for himself and wants Andel dead for some reason, not being his sister getting killed. Perhaps to discredit Lukas?

"laughs evily" you all are way off. Don't worry, you'll learn soon enough.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN


The next morning I woke up extra early; a little after five o’clock. I did this because I wanted to speak with Itius alone for a second. I really wanted to name a commander of my army, and I was ready to offer him the position. But because I felt Lex deserved something as well, I would be naming him captain of the city guard and the castle guard as well. He seemed to know and relate with the people, so I figured he’d be perfect for the position. He’d have to hire some officers of course, but that will have to wait until a later time; most likely after I am done meeting with the other rulers of Cyrodiil.

After bathing and getting dressed I walked into the dining area and called for a maid. An Imperial female walked in dressed in shabby clothing. I told her to ready some breakfast food, and she hurried off to fetch the chef. Then I called for a servant and told him to find Itius, Jauffre and Lex. I would make my announcements during the meal.

One by one the three wandered into the room and sat down to discuss matters. Soon after they sat down the food came and it was finally time to feast. Rather than participate in small talk, I went straight for the good stuff.

“I have made a decision on who I want commanding my army.”

Itius and Lex both looked at me anxiously and Jauffre gave me a look of curiosity. It felt kind of nice having all this power, but at the same time I hoped I wasn’t about to make anyone too mad.

“I’ve decided that Itius will be commander of our Legion army. Lex, you will be Captain of the City and Castle Guard. This is effective immediately and Itius, after breakfast you may speak with the soldiers before we depart. Lex, you will again stay behind while we’re gone.”

Itius was of course excited about the news, but he was also trying to keep in his enthusiasm. But Lex on the other hand was clearly upset with the decision; yet he still gave Itius his congrats. He was mad and I would have to speak with him personally before leaving the city.

The meal went on but not much talking was done, except for Itius constantly thanking me for the wonderful opportunity. After we done eating Jauffre and Itius left to get ready for departure. Before Lex could leave I motioned for him to stay. Then I closed the door and turned to Lex, who was crossing him arms looked rather agitated.

“What is it, your highness?”

“I know you’re angry, Lex, and I can also see why. But, you don’t have to be.”

He merely kept his arms crossed, intent to listen to what I had to say.

“I know you wanted to be commander of the army, and I very well could have picked you, but you will do Cyrodiil better by the position I have given you. The people seem to like you and you’ve kept the criminal activity down to a minimum. You have a very important role, Lex. And it’s not like you’re not a high ranking officer or anything. You’re still second-in-command!”

“I should be the commander, Lukas, not Itius. I am older. I have more experience. I am more intelligent in terms of strategic maneuvers. The list goes on and on. You made a mistake…my lord.”

“No, I did not,” I said rather forcefully. Lex’s attitude was border-line rude. I wasn’t going to let him talk to me like that. “I made the right decision and you’ll have to live with it. I can’t believe you’re acting this way, Lex.”

He shook his head and walked to the door. “Well, you’ll know why once Itius screws up. And trust me…he will.”

He walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him, shaking the entire table of food and silverware. I’ll admit I was expecting him to be irritated by the decision, but never in my dreams would I have dreamt something like this. He was acting like such a baby. This wasn’t good at all. I’d have to talk with Jauffre about this on the way to Cheydinhal.


+++++ ONE HOUR LATER +++++


The soldiers, all two hundred of them, were lined up outside the city and ready to go. Itius was on top of his officer’s horse and was speaking to the men about his newly gained rank. The men yelled and cheered for the commander, raising their shields and blades high into the air. The gates were still opened as Jauffre and I were making our exit. The carriage was just outside and the usual Dunmer coachman was heading the beautifully crafted wagon. The citizens were inside the city, standing on the paved sidewalks, cheering loudly as well and wishing us all a safe journey.

It would have been an absolutely positive atmosphere, if it were not for Lex that is. Off to the side, just inside the city, he was standing by the entrance with his arms still crossed. He wished Jauffre and the troops a farewell, but said nothing to Itius and me. Jauffre appeared the notice the coldness and gave me a weird look. I simply told him I’d talk on the way to Cheydinhal.

Then, last but not least, Fadril was escorted to the carriage by a unit of soldiers. I have to say, the Dunmer was definitely a paranoid elf. He insisted that he be escorted by no less than five soldiers, and he wasn’t going to leave until we had accommodated his wishes. But, needless to say, he was finally here and at last we could leave.

We waved our final goodbyes to the people and the gates began to close. As they did I eyed Lex, who was giving me the most anger-stricken stare I had ever seen. But I wasn’t too worried about it; he’d be alright once he had a couple of days to cool down. After all, I wasn’t going to put up with another “Baurus-situation” all over again.




“So, he’s mad about not getting the position of Commander?”

We were only about two miles from the Imperial City, and Jauffre had just finished speaking with Fadril. The elf was particularly worried that he would be assassinated upon stepping inside Cheydinhal, but Jauffre was confident that they wouldn’t even dare try that in front of me, the Emperor. But also I could sense a little bit of doubt in Jauffre’s tone; almost as if he didn’t believe in Fadril’s story. I didn’t see why, though, I totally believed him.

“Yes, he got angry with me earlier; when you and Itius had walked away. I’d never seen him like that before.”

“Well what did he say then?”

“He told me that I had made a mistake in naming Itius commander of the Legion. I tried explaining to him that his position was just as important as Itius’s, but he wasn’t having any of it. He went on to say that I’d regret my decision once Itius screws up.”

“What did you say in return?”

“I didn’t have a chance to respond. He marched out the door, slamming it behind him I should add…”

“Good, then. Saying anything would have most likely fueled the fire even more. I think he’ll be alright. He’s just a little sour right now, that’s all.”

“So you’re not worried he might do something drastic while we’re gone?”

“No, not the least bit. Don’t worry about, Lukas, that should be the least of your worries now. The time is to focus on the task that hand, which is Count Andel Indarys.”

“The traitorous snake!” Fadril added, but at the same time looking out the window of the carriage. He was sitting on one side of the carriage, and Jauffre was situation beside him. I had my own side all to my self.

Fadril had been staring out into the forest the entire time, as if someone was out there following us. Jauffre simply dismissed the comment and continued.

“I have a feeling this trip isn’t going to be as smooth as we would like it to be. I’m not even talking about Andel’s questions. What I’m speaking of is our recent problem,” he said motioning towards Fadril, who either was unaware of what he meant or was simply ignoring us.

“Yes, let’s just hope it isn’t as bad as we think it is,” I said, trying to stop the conversation. It was kind of awkward talking about it with Fadril sitting just right beside us.

So the talking ended for the time being, and Jauffre began to doze off. Apparently he still wasn’t getting the sleep he needed. Baurus was obviously still in his mind and it probably would never leave. I felt sorry for Jauffre; for all he had to deal with. He was now the only living Blade in all of Tamriel. That had to a strange feeling.

Then, around fifteen minutes later, something much unexpected happened. Jauffre was sleeping, and also snoring quite loudly. Fadril was looking out the window still and I was watching him closely. His expression was pretty normal as he scanned the outside. Then all of a sudden his face was wide with shock and fear, and then a spear came crashing through the window, going straight through the Dunmer’s throat.

The spear head came out from the other end and was just inches in front of Jauffre’s face, who himself had awakened from his slumber because of the noise. Blood was pouring out from Fadril’s wound and he was clutching the wooden handle firmly, trying to grasp the handle from his neck. But this didn’t go on for long, and before I could even do anything Fadril was dead. I was about to leave the carriage but Jauffre pushed me back against the seat.

“No, Lukas, stay where you are and stay low!” He said with blood all over his clothing and face. He was wide with fear as well, and soon the door to the carriage opened and Itius was there with his blade unsheathed.

“Are you okay, my lord?”

“Yes, I’m fine, but Fadril isn’t.”

Itius looked over at the dead Dunmer and flinched with disgust.

“The spear came from over there in the trees, “he said pointing outside the window. “I have men over there searching for the attacker as we speak, my lord. Just hold still for a few minutes until we catch the assailant.”

Then Jauffre got out of the carriage and said, “STAY HERE! I’m not kidding, Lukas!” Then he ran off to join Itius.

I stayed low just as Jauffre had ordered, but I couldn’t help but take a quick outside the window. Of course I had to lean over Fadril’s body, which wasn’t something I was very fond of. But, nonetheless, I peered out into the forest and saw a large group of soldiers searching a small area, with Itius and Jauffre talking towards the side. They were both scratching their heads and looked dumbfounded. The killer must have escaped. Moments later Jauffre returned with news and just as I had assumed, the killer was indeed long gone.

“I don’t know how, but the murderer’s gone. They must have been fast to have gotten away so quickly. The soldiers said they saw nothing, and only heard the spear crash into the window. By the angle of the throw they searched the only place possible the killer could have been, but he or she was nowhere to be found.”

So I stepped outside, (only after Jauffre deemed it safe, of course), then the soldiers entered the carriage and removed Fadril’s body and did the best they could with the bloody mess. Of course there was nothing they could do about the window. Once everything was settled, Jauffre and I stepped back into the carriage and we continued towards Cheydinhal.

No more than about an hour or so later we arrived at the city, and upon nearing Cheydinhal the two guards standing outside were looking rather scared by our presence. At first I think they thought we were attackers, but then they recognized the Legion armor.

I stepped outside and walked up to the guards, along with Jauffre and Itius.

“I wish to speak with Count Andel Indarys.”

“Yes, right this way please.”

The guard opened the gates and showed me to the castle. I got plenty of stares along the way, and I think some of the people recognized me as the Emperor. They whispered with another and pointed fingers here and there. Once entering the castle, straight ahead was a throne occupied by a Dunmer that I took to be Andel. The three of us walked up to the throne and the dark elf knew exactly who I was.

“So, Lukas Septim has finally come to see me?”

He spoke as if I wasn’t even in the room. I hated it when people did that; it was so annoying. I could already tell I wasn’t going to like this elf.

“Hello, Count Indarys. I have been traveling around the province speaking with my fellow rulers. And now I am here to speak with you.”

“You did not come to me first even though I am a mere two hours from the Imperial City? It doesn’t surprise me I suppose. Perhaps if I were an Imperial you would have come sooner?”

I saw Jauffre roll his eyes.

“Race doesn’t matter to me Andel, you’ll learn that in due time. Did I not bring honor to the Dunmer by expelling Alessia from Leyawiin?”

“Young lord, you did not expel her,” he laughed. “She was killed. But, yes, nonetheless the deed is done and my race will no longer suffer through fear in Leyawiin. I do thank you for that. But, there are matters that need to be discussed.”

“Yes, Andel, there certainly are. Such matters like why a certain elf came to me claiming something about your deceased wife.”

I whispered this only loud enough for Andel to hear. Upon hearing this ears straitened and I could see a curious look about his blue face.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there a place where we can talk alone?”

“Yes, follow me to my chambers. There…is something I have to tell you as well, Lukas. Umm…was it Fadril that found you?”

I nodded curiously. Andel shook his head and sighed heavily. “Follow me, please.”

He led Jauffre, Itius and me upstairs and into a beautifully decorated room. Then he shut the door, and even locked it as well. I found that quite curious. Did he not feel safe in his own castle? If that was the case, something was going on that I was not yet aware of.

“Where is Fadril?” he asked immediately.

“He is dead, Andel; killed on the way here from the Imperial City. Why do you ask?”

“I am afraid he was assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood,” he said solemnly.

“the Dark Brotherhood? You mean the guild of assassins? The ones not honorable like the Morag Tong?”

“Yes, those assassins. They…targeted and killed my wife as well.”

“But that cannot be. Fadril claimed that you yourself murdered your wife by throwing her from the stairs, and then you tried to cover it up and say she ‘accidentally’ fell from the staircase.”

Andel ran his hands through his slick black hair and took a seat at his desk.

“I…did kill my wife. I’ll admit that, but it was the Brotherhood’s doing that drove me to such a terrible act. I swear I did not do it because I wanted to. They…would have killed me!”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Andel. What are you talking about?”

“The Cyrodiil headquarters for the Brotherhood is located here in my very city. I’ve know this for quite some time but I have kept it a secret from all. My wife never even knew of its existence, until about three weeks ago that is. You see, the Brotherhood threatened my life if I was ever to give away their hiding spot. Then, when my wife found out about it they told me to shut her up or they would do it ‘permanently’. I tried to reason with her but she wanted to tell every one of their evil deeds.

“Then she mistakenly told Fadril of what was going on, and asked him to help spread the word of the Brotherhood’s whereabouts. That was the last straw with the Brotherhood. They…told me if I did not kill her they were going to have my head as well! What was I to do? I did what I was asked and I killed poor Llathasa. When Fadril showed up I tried calling for the guards to arrest him. I was going to claim that he murdered Llathasa but alas he got away. The Brotherhood told me they were going to do away with him themselves. It appears they have accomplished that.”

Jauffre shook his head and just stared at Andel with a dumbfounded expression.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve ruled Cheydinhal knowing that the Dark Brotherhood resides here and you never told the Emperor? You’re crazy! And killing your own wife just to save your own skin? How could you do such a dishonorable thing?”

“And what was I suppose to do? They’re always watching me, Jauffre! The minute I tell someone of this they would have me killed! I can’t have that, now can? Besides, I do not want to die. It’s a terrible thing that she had to die. But it was either her or me.”

“That’s right, think only of you. Just like the rest you damned elves…”

Andel immediately rose from his seat and went after Jauffre. Itius and I tried to separate the two, and within a matter of seconds Itius and I had Andel pinned to his bed. Jauffre was standing in the corner nursing a scar on his right cheek that he had just sustained.

“I will not let him disgrace me and my people! NEVER!”

He continued to attempt to pry himself from our grasps, but we wouldn’t let him. Soon, though, he ran out of energy and promised he’d control himself. When we let him up he was panting heavily.

“You pathetic Imperial; running around barking orders like you know everything. You’re lucky I don’t have you locked up this instant!”

“Enough of this bickering; I’m tired of it! Can’t we all act like civilized beings for a couple of minutes?” I was tired of all the yelling. I couldn’t believe Jauffre had said that; though I wasn’t going to let Andel speak to him like that either.

“Well, what do you want to do about the Brotherhood?” he asked trying to change the subject, though it was clear he was still angry with Jauffre.

“I’m not sure. The Brotherhood doesn’t kill unless they are contracted to do so, correct?”

Andel nodded his head.

“Then I feel we are all safe. If Fadril and Llathasa were the only ones who knew I suspect they will continue with their normal business.”

“But, my lord, there are now three new people that know of their existence.”

“And who are they?”

“Why, the three of you of course.”

“But nobody is even around. There’s no way they can tell what we are talking about. Not unless they are standing outside the door that is.”

“All I am saying is be careful, my lord. The Brotherhood only kills whom others want dead; but I assure you they will not hesitate to kill someone if they think they are a threat to their guild.”

“Preposterous! They wouldn’t dare go after the Emperor,” Jauffre claimed.

“Are you so sure about that? How can you know that for a fact?”

Jauffre was embarrassingly silent and did not respond.

“I am sorry your trip hasn’t started out with good news, my lord, but I trust we can move on to something else?”

“Yes, the main reason I came was to make sure things were running smoothly in Cheydinhal. Other the Brotherhood situation, I take it you’re alright?”

“Yes, my lord, everything else is in good order.”

“Then we shall leave. Thank you for your time, Andel. I hope to see you again soon. Perhaps after my travels all of us rulers of Cyrodiil may meet in the Imperial City to talk of the Empire’s future.”

“That sounds like a great idea, my lord. I happen to have my own idea on what should happen. We need more foreign leaders here in the Empire!”

I shot a quick glance at Jauffre and he was shaking his head.

“Good. I can’t wait to hear them.”




+++++ ONE HOUR LATER +++++




“What do you think of this Dark Brotherhood situation, Jauffre?”

Jauffre was looking outside the window, his scar facing away from my glare. He had said nothing about what happened between him and Andel, and I wasn’t really surprised. He probably wanted to let it go. But, as leader of this province, I would have to remind him we want to make friends with the rulers, not enemies. Of course that’ll be weird coming from a kid, but then again he’s probably used to that by now.

“Well, to tell you the truth I think we need to be extra careful. It’s unlikely that we are now targets, but you just never can be too sure.”

“Very well, but if things are as they seem, then it’s probably all over with and the Brotherhood has likely gone back to their normal ways. Do you agree?”

“As I have said, I would like to think so, but I still think you should be careful for a few days. I wouldn’t really go anywhere without an escort.”

“I agree, Jauffre. There’s something else I wanted to ask you about as well.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you say that to Andel back at the city?”

He looked at me a few seconds and then looked back outside.

“I don’t know what came over me, Lukas. I…just lost control and focus. I am terribly sorry for that, but he gets on my nerves so much. I remember meeting him long ago when he was first named Count. He threw his nobility around towards me and my men like he was the boss of us or something. I haven’t liked him ever since.”

“Well that explains how he knew your name. But still, lets try and keep our emotions inside from now on,” I said cheerfully. Jauffre simply chuckled a bit.

“So, what now, then?” I asked him.

“We’ll go home and make sure things are okay, and then I say we make for Bruma. It’s in the northeast and it’s quite cold, so we’ll you a fur coat before leaving, I think. Also, I have a plan for the remaining cities.”

“And they are…?”

“Anvil, Skingrad and Chorrol are fairly close to one another and I think I’ll send a courier to the three cities asking for their presence at a meeting in Skingrad. When you and I come home from Bruma surely they will have answered the message, and then we can head out towards Skingrad and meet with the remaining three rulers.”

“Do you think they’ll abide by our order?”

“Of course, Lukas. Why wouldn’t they? You are the Emperor after all.”

“I don’t know.”

“Also, there’s a city by the name of Kvatch. It was destroyed during the Oblivion Crisis and it is now deserted.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, Lukas, you’re the Emperor.”

“I say wait until we meet with the other rulers.”

“Yes, that would be best I think. Well, another city down and only four to go, eh Lukas? You’re doing a nice job so far.”

He was right. I think I was doing a particularly nice job of things, but of course I couldn’t let myself get big-headed. There were still so many things to do and people to see.

“Thanks, Jauffre, but it’s not over yet.”

It’s too bad I didn’t know how right I was in saying that.

That was indeed a twist I hadn't considered. So the Dark Brotherhood is behind the local trouble.

You know what Andel should do? Hire a certain Argonian to 'do some troubleshooting'.

lol, who is this Argonian you speak of?

A funny guy who likes to sunbathe and always carries an illegal amount of snake poison. Sharp needles included.

I'm talking about Al here. By now, he's offed more Dark Brotherhood assassins than the whole of Cyrodiil has to offer.

Who's Al? Oh, you mean the character in BH's story?

Actually Canis' specifically. But since Canis and Black Hand's stories are intertwined, it's a bit hard to say where one ends and the other begins.

oh, lol. So they're writing a colab-story?

Hm, great chapter. You were correct in saying that you had tricked us all with the situation involving the count and Fadril. Having the Dark Brotherhood involved was certainly a nice touch. Also, nice reference to Al, Jack. That Argonian is Brotherhood-Bane, I swear it.

Also, I liked the fact that you were inspired by my advice of making Count Indarys suggest foreign administrators to Lukas, preferably foreigners belonging to House Hlaalu. I wanted to ask about the situation in Kvatch anyway. It would be nice if Lukas would invest a new count for Kvatch and rebuild the city. Anyway, your story, your decisions.

That was a good chapter!
I've always wondered how the Dark Brotherhood keeps secret!
Threat of Death always works... lol!

Indeed, I did not think about the Dark Brotherhood at all when thinking about possible situations involving Andel.

I also look forward to how Kvatch will be dealt with.

Hey, everyone, thanks for your continued interest. I just had knee surgery yesterday so my pc time will be limited for a while. Thanks for understanding, (i hope, lol)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Sooner than later we made it back home, where I was greeted an unusually joyful Hieronymus Lex.

“Lukas, you’re back! How did things go, my lord?”

I was completely taken back by his cheerful attitude. In fact, I expected him to still be angry from the aftermath of learning that he was not going to be the commander of the Legion army. Still, though, I was happy to see his like this, even if he was acting a bit odd.

“Well, we learned something that I didn’t really want to learn, unfortunately. Come with me and I shall tell you everything over dinner in the council-room.”

Lex followed me into the city as we walked through the streets. It was only around two o’clock in the afternoon but I was by now hungry from my travels. It also seemed like I had developed my own ritual; eating whenever I had something to announce. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, unless I started to gain some unwanted pounds that is.

As I walked through the city many came up to shake my hand and ask me of my travels, and soon a relatively large mob had formed around me and my entourage. Jauffre called for some guards to clear the way for me to walk without worrying about stepping on anyone’s shoes. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the attention and the fact that the people like me, but at the same time I wouldn’t mind having some breathing room as well.

When we entered the palace I immediately walked through the double doors and entered the meeting room and sat down. Even though I had just gotten done sitting down for two hours my feet were still terribly tired. Jauffre seemed the same way as he slowly sat down in a chair.

“So, what happened, my lord?”

Lex’s anxiety was baffling me beyond belief. It was almost too good to be true. I was greatly impressed by his ability to forget about the past and simply move on like I told him to.

I explained to him everything that happened during or trip. I told him of how Fadril was suddenly and unexpectedly assassinated right in the carriage; how Andel claimed that the Dark Brotherhood was behind Fadril’s and his sister’s deaths, and our plans to leave immediately for Bruma. He listened inventively the entire time, and once we were done I excused Itius and Lex from the room. Then Jauffre and I had our own personal discussion.

“What’s up with Lex, Jauffre?”

“What do you mean?” He asked in between yawns.

“He’s happy…but a little too happy in my opinion. How can his attitude change so quickly in such a short amount of time? I just really don’t think one can do that. What do you think about it?”

‘I think you’re over exaggerating, Lukas. Lex is nothing like Baurus, and you’ll just have to trust me on that one.”

“Well, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want something happening that we’ll later regret.”

“Don’t worry, he was only mad for a few seconds; I’m sure of that. He wasn’t made an Imperial officer for nothing. Soldiers like Lex have skin as think as guar-hide. They are used to this kind of thing.”

“I suppose, Jauffre. So, do you want to sleep and then leave in the morning? You look like you could use some rest.”

“No, we should leave immediately. By time we get to Bruma it should be sometime in the morning tomorrow. This time I don’t see the need for troops, or a need to travel in the carriage.”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“Believe it or not, Lukas, I am very worried about the Dark Brotherhood situation.”

“What? I thought you told Andel that the Brotherhood would never make an attempt on my life?”

“I said that, but I didn’t mean it. The fact of the matter is that I don’t believe the Brotherhood will simply leave us alone if they think we’re a threat. Itius and I are especially in trouble.”

“So you think the guild might target us?”

“I think that if we don’t take great care of ourselves we might, I don’t know. I just don’t want to take any chances, Lukas.”

“Very well, then. What if they don’t strike in the coming days?”

“Then I am wrong and I will admit it. Until then you will not travel alone. Not anywhere…”

“Okay, okay, I hear you. So what are we going to travel in?”

“You’re going to wear a scrubby old coat as your attire. It might not be as warm as something else, but it’s only for your safety. I myself will do the same and we will travel in a broken down carriage, driven by someone other than our usual Dunmer coachman. This will throw the Brotherhood off our tracks.”

“I still think you’re overreacting, Jauffre.”

“We’ll see about that…”




+++++ ONE HOUR LATER +++++




By the time we ready to go it was a little after four o’clock and a small shower was coming down from the sky. Not to say it was pouring down, but still, I didn’t like walking in the rain. My ripped coat that I was wearing wasn’t exactly helping things either, but at least Jauffre wasn’t making us ride by horse.

“Are you alright, Lukas?”

We didn’t tell anyone we were leaving except for Lex and Itius. Itius himself was a little questioning about the decision about not traveling with the army, given the fact that there was a ‘chance’ that I was currently being targeted. But it didn’t matter and now Jauffre and I were gone. It felt strange leaving the city so secretly, but it was what Jauffre wanted.

“Yeah, just feeling a little guilty; that’s all.”

“Why would you feel guilty?”

“Because we left so soon; without telling anyone of what we are doing and what are plans are. It just doesn’t seem fair. We should have informed them of…”

Jauffre put a hand up and interrupted me. “That would have defeated the purpose. The reason for our secrecy is so the Brotherhood doesn’t know what’s going on. If we told the people everything then the assassins would have been on our trail. Hopefully this way we can keep them off our backs for a while.”

I was starting get frustrated with this whole Dark Brotherhood thing. I simply did not believe in any of it and to me Jauffre was acting too paranoid. I would even go as far to say he was reminding me of Fadril. Of course that’s sort of ironic since the elf was killed by the Brotherhood.

“Come on, Jauffre. Get off that Dark Brotherhood theory; there’s nothing to it.”

He merely shrugged off the comments and sighed.

“Lukas, there are times in life where you don’t just assume something. Sure, the chances of them attacking us aren’t very high, but we simply can’t take that chance. It’s too dangerous.”

“But you’re taking this too far. Look at what we’re wearing!”

“I’m only doing it for your safety, whether you realize it or not.”

I didn’t respond, as it wouldn’t have done me any good. Now I was focused on Bruma and its leader, whom by the way I didn’t know.

“Who’s the Count of Bruma, Jauffre?”

“You mean ‘Countess’? Her name is Narina Carvain. I know her quite well actually, since Cloud Ruler Temple is just up the road from Bruma. I’ll probably show the Temple on the way home.”

“What is she like?”

“She’s a very nice lady, but she’ll do whatever takes to ensure her people saftey and a happy life. She’s actually quite the cunning individual and also a ruthless negotiator. I expect the visit to be our smoothest.”

And so the night went on and we rode through the forests. Jauffre was right; it was very cold. I could actually see my breath because our carriage wasn’t in good condition. That’s another thing that made me made. I was suffering just because Jauffre thought we were being hunted.

But even with the cold, I was still wondering what would happen with the other three rulers. If Jauffre was right there was nothing to worry about with Narina. I was no thinking about the other three. I had already been to Anvil of course, back when I first arrived in Cyrodiil. I remembered the city, not that I’m happy for that. Anvil was a very run down city, and according Baurus it had happened after the Oblivion crisis. Their ruler probably was the reasoning for the city’s downfall.

“What about the ruler of Anvil?” I asked Jauffre.

“Countess Millona Umbranox?” Well, she’s not exactly what she used to be. After the crisis she sort of separated herself from her people. She doesn’t do much of anything and her Captain, Langley, is a corrupted man. He backstabs the people and also blackmails them into fear. He fines them for ridiculous reasons; and then uses the money on drugs and booze.”

“That doesn’t seem like a nice place to live. Why does the Countess let this go on?”

“She just doesn’t care. Also I’d say it has something to do with her missing husband as well.”

“Missing husband?”

“Just before the Oblivion crisis started her husband, then Count Corvus Umbranox mysteriously disappeared from the city, never to be seen again. Nobody knows what exactly happened to him, and since then Millona’s spirit and will has steadily dropped.”

Then there were of course the remaining two rulers; Skingrad and Chorrol.

“And Chorrol?”

“Countess Arriana Valga rules over this city; quite effectively I might add.”

“Valga?”

“Yes, and she is also the mother of the now-deceased Alessia. That is one topic I’m not sure how Arriana will take. I don’t know if she’ll be angry or understanding. I mean, there was nothing we could do. Alessia broke the law and she paid for her evil doings.”

“What kind of ruler is Arriana?”

“She’s the kindest and most cheerful of the Cyrodiil rulers, and there’s a very good reason for that. Chorrol is rather small and high majority of the people that live there are good-hearted. I can’t remember the last time something really bad happened. Nobody is corrupt and everyone loves Arriana. It also helps that the place is absolutely beautiful as well. The Colovian Highland is my personal favorite region. The temperature’s not too hot and not too cold. There’s always a nice soothing breeze coming from the western coast. It’s lovely place to live.”

“Sounds good. And last but not least…Skingrad. What can you tell me about this place?”

“Skingrad is home to the most cunning and most unpredictable ruler you’ll ever meet. I am talking about Count Janus Hassildor. The man himself is a mystery. You never really can tell what he’s going to do or say. He’s definitely one of the good guys, but he’ll also speak his mind and hold nothing back.”

“Is there any particular reason you want our meeting held there?”

“Well, Chorrol is rather small and Anvil is not a safe place to be. Plus I don’t want us to have to travel any farther than we have to.”

“Sounds good enough to me. Now why don’t take a nap, Jauffre? You could certainly use some shut-eye.”

“That’s exactly what I was planning to do.

And in a matter of minutes he was asleep.

Ahh! A good chapter indeed.
Lex's attitude suprised me as well...
I smell something fishy is going on....... or maybe not?

Sometimes I still think he's a traitor because of your last story!!! lol
Hope your knee is better!!! (if that's what you say...? lol)

Lol, yeah, it's my knee. it doesn't hurt right now because it's still numb. Thanks!

Unfortunately I have a confession to make. Just as before, I have yet again become bored with this story. I don't know what it is but I just get tired of writing it for more than about five chapters at a time it seems. I am terribly sorry, but I will have to put this story on pause for the second time.

I will do like I did before and I will post another story while I "rest". I do not want to trash this story because it's already past 100 pages, but I cannot just simply force myself to write. I feel awful for doing this, but I just hope you all can understand.

Until I continue with TLH, I have something else I've been thinking. Again, I am very sorry if I have angered anyone. I hope you can understand...

Gee..of course....I've been "pausing" Serene for over two months now!

Sorry for bumping this but I'm just going to say I'm not coming back to this after TIW. I know I said I would, but it was only because I didn't want to just throw it away. But why write a story if I don't really want to? That just doesn't make sense to me. I might come back to this in the future, but probably not.

is there goin to be a lot of action in this like in " the accounts of rayden?" i have only read ch.1 & 2

Hmm.....no, not really. I can't remember how far I got into this, because it's not finished. I basically quit.

I'm working on another story titled "Journey Through the Broken Path", and all my attention is there.