Author's notes: So, the roleplaying version did'nt worked out so good. This time though, I decided to make it a fan fiction. This time, I'm using the characters of my previous fan fics. So, let's get started, shall we?
Introduction:
I was in a beautiful grassy land, filled with strange plants, beautiful colored trees and strange animals that roamed freely in this strange land. For once, it reminded me of the beauty of Moonshadow, told by bards and said in tales. As I wandered around, admiring the land before me, figures started to materialize around me. The first one I saw was an Orc, dressed in Daedric armor, excluding the helmet, and wielding a warhammer. The second figure I saw was a strange mix of Imperial and Bosmer, a male Half-elf, I presume. He was clad in Golden Mithril, two wakisazis strapped on his hip. The third one that materialized was a female Breton, dressed in a violet cloak and a quiver of ebony arrows and an ebony bow was strapped on her shoulder. The fourth and final figure to materialize was a fellow Dunmer, clad in a perfect set of Ebony armor. He wielded two Daedric claymores on his back. The air around him was strange, godlike even. As we stared at each other, the sky above us suddenly went grayish in color, and an energy of unknown origin strucked us, knocking me and the others on our feet. But not the strange Dunmer.
After we are on our feet, a gigantic gray colored figure is standing on the spot where the unknown energy landed. He looked at each of us, and said in a deep commanding voice:
"I am Jyggalag, the Daedric Prince Of Order. Hear me, and hear me well, for I sha'nt repeat. For years, I have been imprisoned in my own domain. I have grown to such power, that the Other Princes cursed Me into becoming the thing I despised most, Madness. An event called Greymarch have repeated itself over the countless Decades. But now, a certain Champion broke the meaningless cycle and freed me, and I am now planning to take revenge upon the Princes that cursed me. Now, you mortals must be wondering why I am telling you this. It is simple.
You are My Chosen Ones. Harbingers of Order. I have already marked you from the day you were seperated from your mother's womb. Three days from now, you will travel to an Aileyed ruin called Vilverin. There, you will know your true Destiny."
I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and shaking. I had dreams like this when the Champion of Cyrodiil disappeared a few months ago. Now, I'm thinking that this....dreams are getting a tad bit serious. After getting dressed up, I made my way to my basement. As I entered, I noticed several cob webs forming on the ceiling due to the years. There on the opposite side of me, was my High Ordinator Armor. I knew I'll break an oath I made so long ago, but the curiosity got the better of me. After I was finished dressing up, I picked up my helmet. As I donned it, I felt changed.
I was no longer Ureni Rovalen the bookseller. Ureni Rovalen The Doombolt had been reborn due to a strange dream.
-As always, comments and crits are very much welcome.