Well, that didn't take too long. But all-together, it was a fun experience. Especially because I only reactivated the menu to select spells. I had absolutely no clue regarding my health all the time.
Now I thought about editing my previous post, but that would only make it even longer. So I'm going to break rules and double-post. Yeah, I'm evil incarnate.
Warning, there will be spoilers.
"Hear me, knights! This is the moment you've all waited for. All your training, all your prayers, all your hopes, and all your sorrows. They have led you here, to this place, and this moment. Today, we face destiny!"
"I will not lie to you. Umaril and his minions shall not lay down and reveal their necks to our blades. No, they will fight with their foul strength till the bitter end. I say, let it be their bitter end. Fight with the same determination of your enemy. Cross blades till your arms can no longer hold your sword. If that time comes to pass, fight on still. With tooth and nail if needed. Tamriel depends on us, the Nine depend on us. This is for Anvil, for Bravil, and all those who have been wronged by Umaril's evil!"

"The time has come! KNIGHTS OF THE NINE, FOLLOW ME..........FOR THE NINE!!!!!"

We fought, valiantly and empowered by our faith in the Nine. And Umaril's minions fell. Yes, they fell to our blades, like wheat cut by the farmer's sickle. But, by some foul art, they rose from their graves, to fight once more! As the battle dragged on, our faith faltered. We began to feel, the unthinkable...despair. How could we possibly hope to win, if not even death itself could stop our foe? It was at this point, that I truely understood Pelinal Whitestrake's tragedy. Oh, how he must have suffered upon learning that his enemy yet lived! How his strong arm was powerless!
No, no, I told my companions. We would not give up. If death was no obstacle for them, then we would send them beyond it! We would sever the chains that shackled their souls to their evil flesh. Trusting in the might of those I'd travelled with, I fought my way passed the Auroran horde till finally, I found myself in front of an orb that dripped with malice. This was the source of the magic that revived our enemies, I knew it in my heart. A mage would have been awestruck at that horrible artefact, and studied it for decades. I was no mage...And how could I study this thing, while my friends were fighting for their lives?! No, I did what I had to, the only thing I could do. I struck it, with the power granted to me by the Nine. And the orb did shatter.

I was no mage...And how could I study this thing, while my friends were fighting for their lives?! No, I did what I had to, the only thing I could do. I struck it, with the power granted to me by the Nine. And the orb did shatter.
And behold, I felt as if a great wind passed through my very soul. Below me, I saw my companions battle and then, I saw nothing.

Where had they gone? Not only the knights, but also the Aurorans. For a moment I wondered, was I the only thing left alive in this world?

I looked upon the orb's remains. Even though it had been shattered, its shards floated motionlessly in the still air. I did not try to touch it, wary of its evil. Perhaps, I thought, everyone I knew yet lived. Perhaps, it was I who had died. Or, was I merely frozen in time?

I tried to return to the site of battle, but a barrier of some sorts kept me away and even the might of the nine, infused into the holy relics, could not penetrate it. I knew then, that my fate lay not there. It lay in the heart of Umaril's keep. With that knowledge, I pressed on.

It lay in the heart of Umaril's keep, beyond the door. With that knowledge, I pressed on. (OOC: But not before looting those Welkynd stones!

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And find him I did. Umaril the Unfeathered, my adversary. We battled, holy might against his unholy power.

As Pelinal Whitestrake had claimed victory, so did I. Umaril lay dead by my hand. But unlike Pelinal, I knew that the battle had not yet ended. Now, I would show Umaril, that nine Divines where more powerful than Eight. I called upon Talos' will. I prayed for his blessing. And I received it.