Hello everyone. I would like to introduce myself before I post the first part of my story. I have written many stories and fan fics for games and this is my first for morrowind. I have had the game since february so I believe I have collected enough information to start writing. Thhis story is about a dunmer by the name of Miazma. He is a servant of Boethiah and has daedric blood in him. He is 3/4 daedric to be exact. I don't want to spoil the story so I won't go into details. You'll just have to read. Without further adew, here is the first part of chapter 1.
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Miazma, I have another task for you. Travel to Buckmoth Legion fort outside the city of Ald'ruhn. The knight there, Imsin the Dreamer, must be assassinated. I shall not go into details as they are not helpful nor are they needed. Kill Imsin and return to my shrine. Go now...

Miazma woke. He looked around for a short time before he remembered the dream. Boethiah had a task for him. He stood and looked to his right. There lay his armour, a full set of daedric with the tower shield and the face of inspiration. He strapped it on and reached under his bed, pulling out a small chest.

Before he opened the chest, Miazma bowed his head, closed his eyes, and began to speak.

"I ask you, Boethiah, for the skill required to smite my enemy. He must not kill me, I must kill him. I must swing this blade faster than a bow fires an arrow. I must swing this blade more powerful than an orc swings his hammer. I must swing this blade with the accuracy of a khajiit assassin. I must do this in your name. Praise you..."

He then opened the chest and reached in. He withdrew, very slowly, a grand katana. Goldbrand. He held the sword in his right hand as he withdrew the sheath with his left. He strapped the sheath on and pulled off his left gauntlet. He knicked the end of his thumb before wiping the blade and sheathing Goldbrand. He never sheathed it without allowing it to taste blood. He put his gauntlet back on and smiled. Time to go kill someone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This, very short it may be, is the first part. The part I am currently working on will be 2 to 3 times larger than this and it will include fight scenes, which are my specialty.

Fight scenes are my specialty too. If you ever need some ideas about some battle scenes take a look at my story, An Ashlanders Tale.

I look forward to reading more. :goodjob:

[quote=jonajosa]Fight scenes are my specialty too. If you ever need some ideas about some battle scenes take a look at my story, An Ashlanders Tale.

I look forward to reading more. :goodjob:[/quote]Thank you. I have began reading your story, it has been fantastic so far. Also, feel free to point out my mistakes, and if you do not like my story...please let me know so I won't think i'm perfect (This goes for anyone who dislikes it)

very good start here....like you said....it´s short but triggers the interest of reading more, so I´m waiting eagerly for the continuation

And if you ever want to read something that has practically no battlescenes, you´re welcome to read my story "Serene of Cyrodiil"


oh and... :goodjob:

If you want to read something with a few bad battle scenes, read "Ahnaressu's Travels" lol. Had to add to the "battle scenes" discussion...


anyways, great start. looking forward to reading the rest.

I hues i should recomned that you read everything here then. Its all good for you to get ideas and stuff from.

:goodjob:

It's a bit short for me to judge for any mistakes at this point, so I guess I will have to wait for the next update! Anyway, good start, but I would like to see more. (You do good fight scenes? Yay! More people who can write fight scenes! I love fight/battle scenes, yes I do! :lickinglips: ) Keep it coming! :goodjob:

Thank you all. I plan to post the next part in a short time.

[quote]Some people may consider Miazma a phsyco simply because he enjoys killing. His personality goes along with the saying "Shoot now, ask questions later." He could be in the middle of a bloody massacre, get a limb cut off, almost die, kill a hundred men, and smile after it's finished. He's not very sociable and only talks when required. He lives his life one task at a time. It's just him, his sword, and his lord...

-Calagrius, the only mortal friend of Miazma[/quote]


Miazma stepped out into the rain. He had covered his armour with a large black cloak so you could only see shapes here and there. He looked very intimidating, like a monster from a nightmare with his helm on and his entire body covered with black, having frightening shapes poking every which way.

His hut was near a newly built statue of Boethiah on a small island near sadrith mora. It was small, large enough only for him to live and keep a few things in.

He looked around him. He could see many more islands near and far. He could see mudcrabs hurrying to thier homes.

Time was of the essence so he decided not to waste any more time. He made a quick hand movement and muttered an incantation. Divine intervention.

When he came to his senses, Miazma was standing just outside the imperial cult shrine at wolverine hall. He turned and began climbing the spiral staircase to the next level and the mages guild. When he entered the guild he was greeted by a nord woman in a cloak. He ignored her and approached the guild guide. He paused for a moment before saying "Ald'ruhn."

Miazma hated teleportation. It made him feel a bit sick and he always worried that he would accidently be teleported to the wrong place, and he didn't have enough time to waste it on worry.

He stepped off of the circle platform he had been standing on and made his way to the exit of the mages guild. He then headed south out of the city and followed the path to Fort Buckmoth.

Of all the races, Miazma disliked imperials the most. They were just as bad as the tribunal temple, sending men to destroy daedric shrines and use them as museums. They screwed with natured and they screwed with the daedra. This angered Miazma.

As he arrived at the fort one of the guards immediatly stopped him and stated that he looked "suspicious." Obviously Miazma wasn't going to talk to the guard. Odds were that the man would be dead soon anyway.

"Is this a daedric helm and shield that I see?" asked the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"What is under this cloak? Who are you? Speak." demanded the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"Speak now, I say. In the name of Tiber Septim."

"Tiber Septim is a lowly maggot. I shall say nothing in his name. Please get the hell out of my way, there is killing that must be done." hissed Miazma, finally.

"What?!" screamed the guard, drawing his sword and holding up his shield.

Miazma threw off his cloak revealing his magnifascent armour and drew Goldbrand. His helm hid a devilish smile. It's about time, he though.

The guard raised his sword up over his head and swung. Miazma dodged to the right, raising his sword at the same time and slashing threw the guard's left side. He could hear screams and battlecries all around him. Now he felt comfortable.

Something bounced off the back of his cuirass. He turned to see an archer firing arrows in an attempt to pierce his armour.

"Good luck!" he shouted. Now he felt alive.

He heard a battle cry and looked to his left just in time to raise his shield to block a lunge by a guard. Another cry came from behind him and he quickly leapt backwards and watched as his attacker collided with the guard who's blow he had just blocked. He fell to the ground in laughter.

He heard many footsteps behind him and rolled to the right, jumping to his feet soon after. He saw three guards sprinting at him full speed, swords raised and tempers flared. Time for some fun.

Miazma waited until they were upon him and knelt, cuasing one guard to trip over him as he held out Goldbrand to slice through the stomach of another. He stood again as the tripped guard stood and the other one turned to face him. He could see that they were afraid by the look in thier eyes so he decided to play with them. He began laughing.

"Beautiful...day...isn't it?" he said between his laughter.

The men stared at him in awe.

"Rain...perfect...to...wash...away...blood." he began to laugh harder.

The guards fled, running out of the fort towards Ald'ruhn.

Miazma turned and walked to the entrance of the imperial cult shrine at the fort, ignoring the arrows which bounced harmlessly off his armour. He entered the building.

He saw guards rushing to the door, curious as to what all the excitement outside was about.

"Here I am..." said Miazma.

The guards immediatly drew thier swords and slowly took a few steps back, putting a small distance between them and this mysterious attacker.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said, this part was longer and contained some minor fight scenes. We will not really get into the plot until chapter two. I want to take my time and allow you to get to know the character a little better before proceeding into the more detailed and complex parts of the story.

Miazma is awesome! He's like the biggest bad-a$$ ever.

Kinda like Alucard on the show hellsing...

Great installment!

[quote=Dantrag]Miazma is awesome! He's like the biggest bad-a$$ ever.

Kinda like Alucard on the show hellsing...

Great installment![/quote]Thank you, Dantrang. I try not to make my characters all goody-goody, it's too unoriginal. I like being different.

[quote=Miazma][quote=Dantrag]Miazma is awesome! He's like the biggest bad-a$$ ever.

Kinda like Alucard on the show hellsing...

Great installment![/quote]Thank you, Dantrang. I try not to make my characters all goody-goody, it's too unoriginal. I like being different.[/quote]


People like to read a little variety including myself.

keep up the good work!

Well, this is very promising. Great sense of style to it as well. If I had one tiny criticism, it would be that there are a lot of sentences which start with, he walked, he fell, he went, he turned etc. Other than that though, this looks like one to watch.

[quote=burntsierra]Well, this is very promising. Great sense of style to it as well. If I had one tiny criticism, it would be that there are a lot of sentences which start with, he walked, he fell, he went, he turned etc. Other than that though, this looks like one to watch. [/quote]Yes, I agree. Great job here, Miazma.

Thank you sierra and ryden. I will be sure and fix those sentences in the next part, which should be out sometime today.

Ooh, ooh, ooh! You updated! Me happy! Anyway, I like your character. Someone's got to stand up to those snobby (I consider them snobbier than even Altmer!) Imperials!

Anyway, just a mispelling here and there, but I thought it was pretty good. Needs more cool details, though. :lickinglips2: Take your time and develop this character. I like him, and would like to know more about him. (Oh, and keep writing battle scenes!) :goodjob:

[quote=MerGirl] Someone's got to stand up to those snobby (I consider them snobbier than even Altmer!) Imperials!

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Now then may I remind you that there are imperials who are NOT snobby, take Serene f.ex....

Anyway, like the lady above said...i also like to know more about your charachter....

[quote=minque]
Now then may I remind you that there are imperials who are NOT snobby, take Serene f.ex....

Anyway, like the lady above said...i also like to know more about your charachter....[/quote]
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I know not all Imperials are snobby... just most of them in Morrowind are... Well, not snobby, but kind of... bossy, uptight, boring, too honorable and goody-goody? Some of the guards act like you're lower than dirt and you should obey them all the time kind of snobby...even if you are a human, too...

I'm just curious why people think the Altmer are more snobby than the Imperials. I didn't find the Altmer (or any of the other Elves) that bad, actually. It what makes them... Altmer, I guess... (I might change my mind when Oblivion comes out, though! )

It was all the humans (except Reguards) and Nords that get on my nerves. ("Seen any elves?" <--- I'm going to strangle the next female Nord who says that!)
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Anyway, to the writer, please update soon, for I wish to know what is there more to know about your character!

"What's the matter? I don't look suspicious do I? One of those dead guards outside told me I look suspicious. Look at him now." Miazma was chuckling as he said this.

"You monster!" screamed one of the men.

"Define monster for me. Is it someone who is different from yourself? Or someone uglier and quieter than yourself? I may be quiet and I may be different but I believe I look much better than anyone in this fort." retorted Miazma.

Four of the guards charged full speed toward him. He sheathed his sword and stood still, waiting for the men to reach him. As they neared he bent his knees a bit and turned to the right so that his left side faced the attacking imperials.

"AHHHHH!" came the battle cries of the attackers.

One of them swung. Miazma ducked and punched the man in the stomach. Then, leaping backward out the door to avoid the blows of the other guards, grabbed him by the groin, and tossed him over his head. He then unsheathed Goldbrand and ran back into the cult shrine, knocking two guards out of his way in the process.

Miazma quickly ran to a flight of steps and descended. He could already hear a female voice shouting orders and cursing. He followed the voice. After a bit more running he came upon a large group of men, at least 15 of them, blocking the entrance to a room.

"Well hello there. May I ask why you are blocking that room?" he asked.

The guards stared at him, bewildered. There was blood splatterred here and there on his armour and the blade of his sword was covered with it. They looked behind him and could see bootprints of blood. They were terrified.

"Listen. I'll make you a deal. I am a bit short on time and, despite the fact that I would very much enjoy slaughtering you men, I must hurry. Get out of the way and I will kill Imsin. No one is here to see you move but You, Imsin, and I. Imsin will be dead soon, I will not tell on you, and you certainly will not tell on yourselves. Move now." said Miazma

"Never!" screamed about five of the imperials. The other ten ran as fast as the could away.

"Well...Imsin should be very proud of you. Too bad none of you will live to be praised." said Miazma, raising Goldbrand.

The men spread out a bit and got into fighting stances, raising their swords and shields. Miazma smiled. At least they were not all afraid to die...

Just got caught up on all this. Another two updates that were very well writtin. But i agree with Burntsierra. too many he said, he did and he fell stuff.

Keep this up and im sure this will soon become one of the top stories here. :goodjob:

[quote=jonajosa]Just got caught up on all this. Another two updates that were very well writtin. But i agree with Burntsierra. too many he said, he did and he fell stuff.

Keep this up and im sure this will soon become one of the top stories here. :goodjob:[/quote]Thank you jona.

I saw some spelling things when i went through your second post of your story. Plus i thought you might like some extra words in your story. So to see what i wrote about this part find the bold words.

[quote=Miazma][quote]Some people may consider Miazma a phsyco simply because he enjoys killing. His personality goes along with the saying "Shoot now, ask questions later." He could be in the middle of a bloody massacre, get a limb cut off, almost die, kill a hundred men, and smile after it's finished. He's not very sociable and only talks when required. He lives his life one task at a time. It's just him, his sword, and his lord...

-Calagrius, the only mortal friend of Miazma[/quote]


Miazma stepped out into the rain. He had covered his armour with a large black cloak so you could only see shapes here and there. He looked very intimidating, like a monster from a nightmare with his helm on and his entire body covered with black, having frightening shapes poking every which way.

His hut was near a newly built statue of Boethiah on a small island near sadrith mora. It was small, large enough only for him to live and keep a few things in.

He looked around him. He could see many more islands near and far. He could see mudcrabs hurrying to thier homes.

Time was of the essence so he decided not to waste any more time. He made a quick hand movement and muttered an incantation. Divine intervention.

When he came to his senses, Miazma was standing just outside the imperial cult shrine at wolverine hall. He turned and began climbing the spiral staircase to the next level and the mages guild. When he entered the guild he was greeted by a nord woman in a cloak. He ignored her and approached the guild guide. He paused for a moment before saying "Ald'ruhn."

Miazma hated teleportation. It made him feel a bit sick and he always worried that he would accidently be teleported to the wrong place, and he didn't have enough time to waste it on worry. Before he could concentrate on more reasons on why he hated teleportation he was lifted off the ground into the air. Magic swirled around him in a disorderly fashion. Faster and faster they spun around him untill they all stoped suddenly and quickly dissapreared in to the ground at his feet. He looked around, He was in The mages Guild in Ald Ruhn.

He stepped off of the circle platform he had been standing on and made his way to the exit of the mages guild. He then headed south out of the city and followed the path to Fort Buckmoth.

Of all the races, Miazma disliked imperials the most. They were just as bad as the tribunal temple, sending men to destroy daedric shrines and use them as museums. They screwed with natured and they screwed with the daedra. This angered Miazma.

As he arrived at the fort one of the guards immediatly stopped him and stated that he looked "suspicious." Obviously Miazma wasn't going to talk to the guard. Odds were that the man would be dead soon anyway.

"Is this a daedric helm and shield that I see?" asked the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"What is under this cloak? Who are you? Speak." demanded the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"Speak now, I say. In the name of Tiber Septim."

"Tiber Septim is a lowly maggot. I shall say nothing in his name. Please get the hell out of my way, there is killing that must be done." hissed Miazma, finally.

"What?!" screamed the guard, drawing his sword and holding up his shield.

Miazma threw off his cloak revealing his magnifascent armour and drew Goldbrand. His helm hid a devilish smile. It's about time, he though Spelling?

The guard raised his sword up over his head and swung. Miazma dodged to the right, raising his sword at the same time and slashing threw Spelling? the guard's left side. He could hear screams and battlecries all around him. Now he felt comfortable. He was in his natural state of distruction and chaos.

Something bounced off the back of his cuirass. He turned to see an archer firing arrows in an attempt to pierce his armour.

"Good luck!" he shouted at the archer. Now he felt alive. His blood boiled with lust for bloood and he licked his lips tasteing the thought.

He heard a battle cry and looked to his left just in time to raise his shield to block a lunge by a guard. Another cry came from behind him and he quickly leapt backwards and watched as his attacker collided with the guard who's blow he had just blocked. He fell to the ground in laughter.

He heard many footsteps behind him and rolled to the right, jumping to his feet soon after. He saw three guards sprinting at him full speed, swords raised and tempers flared. Time for some fun.

Miazma waited until they were upon him and knelt, cuasing one guard to trip over him as he held out Goldbrand to slice through the stomach of another. He stood again as the tripped guard stood and the other one turned to face him. He could see that they were afraid by the look in thier eyes so he decided to play with them. He began laughing.

"Beautiful...day...isn't it?" he said between his laughter.

The men stared at him in awe.

"Rain...perfect...to...wash...away...blood." he began to laugh harder.

The guards fled, running out of the fort towards Ald'ruhn.

Miazma turned and walked to the entrance of the imperial cult shrine at the fort, ignoring the arrows which bounced harmlessly off his armour. He entered the building.

He saw guards rushing to the door, curious as to what all the excitement outside was about.

"Here I am..." said Miazma.

The guards immediatly drew thier swords and slowly took a few steps back, putting a small distance between them and this mysterious attacker.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said, this part was longer and contained some minor fight scenes. We will not really get into the plot until chapter two. I want to take my time and allow you to get to know the character a little better before proceeding into the more detailed and complex parts of the story.[/quote]

Other than that stuff it was ok.

still great Miazma!

[quote=jonajosa]I saw some spelling things when i went through your second post of your story. Plus i thought you might like some extra words in your story. So to see what i wrote about this part find the bold words.

[quote=Miazma][quote]Some people may consider Miazma a phsyco simply because he enjoys killing. His personality goes along with the saying "Shoot now, ask questions later." He could be in the middle of a bloody massacre, get a limb cut off, almost die, kill a hundred men, and smile after it's finished. He's not very sociable and only talks when required. He lives his life one task at a time. It's just him, his sword, and his lord...

-Calagrius, the only mortal friend of Miazma[/quote]


Miazma stepped out into the rain. He had covered his armour with a large black cloak so you could only see shapes here and there. He looked very intimidating, like a monster from a nightmare with his helm on and his entire body covered with black, having frightening shapes poking every which way.

His hut was near a newly built statue of Boethiah on a small island near sadrith mora. It was small, large enough only for him to live and keep a few things in.

He looked around him. He could see many more islands near and far. He could see mudcrabs hurrying to thier homes.

Time was of the essence so he decided not to waste any more time. He made a quick hand movement and muttered an incantation. Divine intervention.

When he came to his senses, Miazma was standing just outside the imperial cult shrine at wolverine hall. He turned and began climbing the spiral staircase to the next level and the mages guild. When he entered the guild he was greeted by a nord woman in a cloak. He ignored her and approached the guild guide. He paused for a moment before saying "Ald'ruhn."

Miazma hated teleportation. It made him feel a bit sick and he always worried that he would accidently be teleported to the wrong place, and he didn't have enough time to waste it on worry. Before he could concentrate on more reasons on why he hated teleportation he was lifted off the ground into the air. Magic swirled around him in a disorderly fashion. Faster and faster they spun around him untill they all stoped suddenly and quickly dissapreared in to the ground at his feet. He looked around, He was in The mages Guild in Ald Ruhn.

He stepped off of the circle platform he had been standing on and made his way to the exit of the mages guild. He then headed south out of the city and followed the path to Fort Buckmoth.

Of all the races, Miazma disliked imperials the most. They were just as bad as the tribunal temple, sending men to destroy daedric shrines and use them as museums. They screwed with natured and they screwed with the daedra. This angered Miazma.

As he arrived at the fort one of the guards immediatly stopped him and stated that he looked "suspicious." Obviously Miazma wasn't going to talk to the guard. Odds were that the man would be dead soon anyway.

"Is this a daedric helm and shield that I see?" asked the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"What is under this cloak? Who are you? Speak." demanded the guard.

Miazma said nothing.

"Speak now, I say. In the name of Tiber Septim."

"Tiber Septim is a lowly maggot. I shall say nothing in his name. Please get the hell out of my way, there is killing that must be done." hissed Miazma, finally.

"What?!" screamed the guard, drawing his sword and holding up his shield.

Miazma threw off his cloak revealing his magnifascent armour and drew Goldbrand. His helm hid a devilish smile. It's about time, he though Spelling?

The guard raised his sword up over his head and swung. Miazma dodged to the right, raising his sword at the same time and slashing threw Spelling? the guard's left side. He could hear screams and battlecries all around him. Now he felt comfortable. He was in his natural state of distruction and chaos.

Something bounced off the back of his cuirass. He turned to see an archer firing arrows in an attempt to pierce his armour.

"Good luck!" he shouted at the archer. Now he felt alive. His blood boiled with lust for bloood and he licked his lips tasteing the thought.

He heard a battle cry and looked to his left just in time to raise his shield to block a lunge by a guard. Another cry came from behind him and he quickly leapt backwards and watched as his attacker collided with the guard who's blow he had just blocked. He fell to the ground in laughter.

He heard many footsteps behind him and rolled to the right, jumping to his feet soon after. He saw three guards sprinting at him full speed, swords raised and tempers flared. Time for some fun.

Miazma waited until they were upon him and knelt, cuasing one guard to trip over him as he held out Goldbrand to slice through the stomach of another. He stood again as the tripped guard stood and the other one turned to face him. He could see that they were afraid by the look in thier eyes so he decided to play with them. He began laughing.

"Beautiful...day...isn't it?" he said between his laughter.

The men stared at him in awe.

"Rain...perfect...to...wash...away...blood." he began to laugh harder.

The guards fled, running out of the fort towards Ald'ruhn.

Miazma turned and walked to the entrance of the imperial cult shrine at the fort, ignoring the arrows which bounced harmlessly off his armour. He entered the building.

He saw guards rushing to the door, curious as to what all the excitement outside was about.

"Here I am..." said Miazma.

The guards immediatly drew thier swords and slowly took a few steps back, putting a small distance between them and this mysterious attacker.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said, this part was longer and contained some minor fight scenes. We will not really get into the plot until chapter two. I want to take my time and allow you to get to know the character a little better before proceeding into the more detailed and complex parts of the story.[/quote]

Other than that stuff it was ok.[/quote]Would you mind if I used this extra stuff? I can edit and add it.

I just did it because i had nothing to do and my work for the day was done.

But if you want it you can have it. I seem to find myself always adding things to people stories anyway. Its how i write my story I use the background of someone elses side plot and expand on it to devlope more paragraphs for the subject.

For instance you might see that " The magic swirled around me" In my next part to An Ashlanders Tale.

Its somthing i think all writers should use. Always learn from other stories.

Miazma holds a strange fascination for me- I can't say I "like" him- but he his beyond like or dislike. It would be rather similar to saying, "I don't like that volcano." He is an elemental force (Daedra blood- no wonder) who cannot be ignored.

Nicely done- I look forward to seeing more.

[quote=treydog]Miazma holds a strange fascination for me- I can't say I "like" him- but he his beyond like or dislike. It would be rather similar to saying, "I don't like that volcano." He is an elemental force (Daedra blood- no wonder) who cannot be ignored.

Nicely done- I look forward to seeing more.[/quote]Thank you. I'll add another part very soon. And jona, once I add this new part i'll go back and edit in the parts that you added.

awwww no updates..... :crying2: :verysad:

[quote=Dantrag]awwww no updates..... :crying2: :verysad:[/quote]be patient. I have been busy and this bext part has quite a length to it.

Wow... great story!
I'm considering starting my own FF, so I'm going through and reading as many different ones as I can. So far, this is one of the best I've read.
Keep up the good work!

Hello everyone. I'm sorry I have been gone for so long. Someone broke into my house and stole my computer, my xbox, and my emergency stash of money so I couldn't buy another one. After that I just figured I'd save my money for a bit before buying a new PC. I have taken the pleasure of reading a few stories since I've returned and I must say I'm impressed. Anyway I've been working on a new part and will post it in the next few hours after I edit it. Once again I apologize for my absence.

wow...that sucks. Glad you are back though, I was just about to give up hope on this amazing story.

I anxiously await the next update

Miazma stood completely still. His helm hid a devilish smile which he couldn't hold back once he was near the end of a mission.

The men formed a half-circle around Miazma. This was a mistake for there was no one directly in front of him. He had already begun planning based on these calaculations. Now he only had to wait for the first attack.

The man on his right gave a scream charged. Miazma leaped forward through the gap and turned around in time to see two men colliding and two charging at him. He ducked under a slash by the man on his left. He hen use his left hand to punch him in the testicles and, as the soldier bent over, Miazma rose swiftly, thrusting Golbrand into the soldier's stomach and throwing him backwards over his head.

Now Miazma turned to his right to see that the soldier who stood there a few moments ago was now replaced by a rather large male nord with an ebony longsword. The Nord had already begun his attack before Miazma had turned so the blade was too close for him to dodge or block and a sword being thrusted by a nord was powerful enough to pierce daedric armor...and it did.

It all happened very quickly. Miazma knew he could not dodge the attack but if he jumped he could cause the sword to pierce his leg rather than his torso. So he jumped. The blade pierced his armor and entered his left thigh, narrowly missing the bone. Since he was airborne he could not stop the force of the thrust from flipping him forward onto the nord. They both fell but Miazma was the first to rise. Once he was up he pulled the sword from his leg and thrusted it into the face of the nord.

By now the two soldiers that had collided were up and watching. Miazma turned and faced them.

"Maybe I could give the two of you a special death. I'll cut the throat of one of you and use the blood to drown the other. Or I could cut the head off of one of you and beat the other to death with it. Sound fun?" Miazma spoke with a hint of humor in his voice.

The men's faces went pale and they shook for a moment before fleeing in terror. Miazma heard the sound of an unsheathing sword behind him. He turned to see Imsin the Dreamer staring at him with a face full of hate.
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I do hope you have enjoyed part *counts on fingers*...this part of the story.

Cool.

Though I wouldn't expect Imsin to put up much of a fight...

"You look like you're angry. I can't imagine why. I have killed no one close to you...well, not that I am aware. Look, i'm just here to kill you so let's just get this over with." Miazma's voice was full of anticipation.

"Don't mock me! You may have gotten past my guards and my husband but you will not kill me!"

"There may be some truth to those words. I'll tell you what...if you don't want to be killed by someone such as myself then I suppose I will allow you to commit suicide. It's been a while since I've witnessed it. Would you mind if I gave you some ideas as to how you could do it?" replied Miazma hopefully.

"I will not be made fun of by the likes of you. I may be defeated this day...but I will not be forgotten." said Imsin

Miazma broke into a state of uncontrollable laughter. He couldn't hold himself up and therefor fell to the ground. He rolled back and forth and evventually managed to calm himself enough to stand and speak.

"An honorable officer of the Imperial Legion would surely be nice enough as to provide me with some entertainment. Perhaps you could attempt to defy nature and eat a glass bottle? That would be entertaining." Miazma struggled to speak straight.

Imsin had had enough. She charged, holding her imperial broadsword high over her head. As she swung Miazma dodged to the right and watched her stumble and fall. As she rose again Miazma pulled Goldbrand back and threw it. It rotated as it flew through the air toward it's target. As soon as Imsin turned around Goldbrand was upon her. The might sword sank into her stomach far enough to go completely through her. She fell to the ground.

Miazma walked casually to the body of the dieing imperial officer. He pulled Golbrand from her stomach and began unstrapping her armor.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a weak voice.

Once he had taken the cuirass off, Miazma grabbed the shirt of the woman and used it to wipe the blood from the blade of Goldbrand.

"I can't have my sword stinking up my shack, you know." he said humorously.

"You heartless litt--" Miazma thrust her own sword into her face before she could finish.

Another accomplished mission... he thought to himself.

Miazma stood, sheathed Goldbrand, and was on his way to his shack.

Once he arrived he bowed before the statue of boethiah, listening for the prince...

Well done, Miazma. Imsin is dead and our plans are preserved. I have been waiting to tell you of my plot and I believe now is the time. I have been planning to take over morrowind for many years. I have asked no other prince to aid me for I may be betrayed. Therefor I have been buidling a massive army in secret and am planning to launch a series of attacks in different areas of morrowind simultaneously. I need elite warriors and skilled commanders to aid me in this conquest. That is why I have been in contact with you. When you were only a child I sensed that you would be one of the greatest warriors in Tamriel. Therefor I contacted you and have been sending you on missions and training you myself. Now I must ask you to do what you were meant to do. Be the general of my armies here on Vvardenfell. You are currently the most powerful warrior on Vvardenfell and I need you for this.

"I have no leadership skills. I have always worked alone." was Miazma's reply

You do have leadership skills. You will find this out on your own soon enough.

"What'll you have me do?"

This is a good story I like the main character, I wanna read more.

Whoa! He is heartless! Very...er, detailed! I cannot imagine myself writing such a morbid/somewhat gory piece.

About the terrible event that happened to you, that must stink! Wow, my goodness, reminds me the time two men stole our bigish and only TV (and something else, forgot what) a long time ago. That must have been scary for you (hearing that kind of thing scare me, anyway).

Anyway, I'm glad that you updated, and I hope we will get a more... sympathic side of the character? Or at least understand better his reasons.

Good job!

I like the way the story is progressing, as well as the evil main character.

gives you a break from the honorable warrior hero. (I am not insulting the honorable warrior hero, I write about one as well.)

I have an announcment. I'm changing the point of view of the story...I am now writing it in the first person. I think it'll make for a more interesting story as you will now be inside the mind of a phsycotic Dunmer/Daedra hybrid who is the general of an elite army of Daedra. I'm starting where I left off so no worries there. Same story. Let's get started...
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First you will need a squad of 6 men to be your elite and personal guard. Choose carefully, you will need trustworthy, experienced, and skilled warriors. Do this now. Once you've got your guard all of you report to me. Go now.

Calagrius...he is no doubt trustworthy, we have fought many a battle together, and this seems like something he would do. He will be the first.

I walked back into the shack, Repaired my armor and weapons, got my supplies, and threw on my cloak before heading to Sadrith Mora. Once I arrived I made the walk to Wolverine hall. My imagination went wild as I thought of the many guards here being tortured and beaten in many ways that the 'normal' folks couldn't even think of.

I was so caught up in my imagination that it took me a few moments to realize that I was in the mages guild. I was here so often that they made me pay only one septim to use the guide. I reached into my pouch and withdrew the coin.

"Thank you, sir." said the guide with much kindness in her voice.

Are you aware that I can kill you 50 different ways with that coin?

"Vivec" was my reply.

Now time for more teleportation. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I hate it with a fiery passion that gives me a headache every time I think about it. The damn swirls and ugly colors and lights...magic in general is ugly.

I waited impatiently for magic to do it's thing and stepped off the platform in Vivec. I exited the mages guild, went out to door of the plaza to the top platform of the canton, and began my descent. Once I reached the bottom I crossed the bridge onto land and turned west, to my left. I walked a short way before I came to a dry, rotten stump just off shore. I threw off my cloak and began walking out into the water directly in front of the stump. After a few steps I came to a steep dropoff. I dove and swam for a short time before I came to a the mouth of a cave covered by underwater plants. After wrestling around in the plants for a moment I made it into the cave and swam deeper into it's depths until I came to a door. I opened it.

I swam through the door and up a short incline where I surfaced and began gasping for air. Once I had caught my breath I stood and looked around. After taking in every detail of the cave I proceeded into it's depths. After a short walk I began to hear soft footsteps behind me. Instead of turning I kept on walking. After a few minutes I reached a door at the end of the cave. I then heard a very familiar voice behind me.

"Hello there, old friend." said Calagrius.

"Calagrius! It's been too long! How is life in this pit?"

"It's home."

"I'm afraid it's straight to business now..." I told Calagrius of the situation and the man took it surprisingly well.

"So Boethiah plans to take control of Morrowind and has named you General of the armies of Vvardenfell?" asked Calagrius

"Yes, and my first task is to form a squad of trustworthy, experienced warriors for my personal guard." I replied.

"And you would like me to be in this 'squad' of yours?"

"Yes, I know only a handful of people and you are the only one of them who I know is trustworthy and experienced."

"I will join you. I can also help you choose the other men for your squad. How many more do you need?" asked Calagrius

"I need 5 more. Who do you have in mind?"

"I figure it would be best if you had an assassin, two warriors, mage, archer, and a thief. I am the assassin and, Luckily for you, I know just the men to fill your other positions.

THat was awsome man....how du u kill some one with a coin?

Hmmmmm.................I Suppose...*Starts THinking of Insane Finishing Moves With Money*