User:ShadowwolfRN/My Fanfiction/An Unexpected Champion

*Foreword* This story is a continuation of the events after the fall of Mehrune Dagon and the death of the short lived Emperor Martin Septim. The new champion of Cyrodil the dark elf (vampire) Malavon has built for himself a Dark Tower where he has brought forth all the surviving necromancers into a host to equal even the mages guild of Cyrodil and has began his own campaign to rule all the lands. *

Chapter 1

They came as a horde of thousands, pouring forth from an Oblivion Gate unlike any he had ever seen. Great Spires had burst from the ground, looming into the sky like great swords rending the very earth. The sky turned red as lightning began to crash all along the ground, and the demons poured forth. So vast were their numbers it looked as if the very earth was bleeding from its wounds this portal had opened. The portal itself was the biggest he had ever witnessed, the dark energy's supporting it ripped and blasted throughout the air unhindered. He watched from his tower as they came forth and began to align their forces. The gates were supposed to remain sealed forever now that Martin had sacrificed himself, but this portal was much different from the ones of the past...

Malavon awoke with his mind buzzing, it had been that same dream again. For every day of the past few months it had been the same damn dream. However, he new this was not just a dream... it was a vision. A vision of things to come and he new he must be prepared. By helping Martin to bring down Mehrunes, he had drawn many eyes upon himself that he had not wished for. The great demon lords had not let the events transpire without their knowledge of everything that had happened. Their followers had if anything become much more fanatical due to the strained connections to their gods. Malavon new from experience the gates were not permanently sealed, he had already made journeys back into the realm of Oblivion by ripping open a small portal of his own. It had to be that the demon lords were still in connection with their followers, they had been preforming many more rituals and sacrifices than ever before to feed power to their starving demonic gods so they could stay in contact. One especially was a thorn in his side, that damned Clavicus Vile. Maybe it would not be so if he had not kept Umbra, but how could anyone give such a powerful sword over to a Daedra. The sword belonged to him, it was a part of him now. However, since then he had been hounded by the bastard constantly... at least until he formed the Black Tower of the Night. This beautiful tower had been a long deadly process almost costing him his life many times just for the amount of magic it had required. Had he not gathered the necromancers first he probably would have never completed it, they had been quite loyal and had defended him against all the of the followers of Clavicus that had came when he was at his weakest. But not only did this tower empower him as long as he was in it, simply creating it had strengthened him beyond his past bounds, such power had been drained from him that once he completed it, it took him over a year of rest to gain all of his inital powers back, but after that his threshold for magic had greatly increased by leaps and bounds. Besides the power though, the tower had been worth it on more than one front. The Mages of the mages guild could not threaten him and his followers here for the tower was protected through many powerful magics that were beyond even the greatest of those mages. Many of those wards and runes were made of the dark magics only he and his brethren embraced anyway, the fools of the mages guild thought that necromancy was only for reanimating the dead and a few darker spells, they did not realize the true power of the dark arts. Of course there were many undead in the tower that the others had created but they were kept in the great caverns underground, a massive army that they had been building for a long time. It was with this army that he would combat the coming of the demon forces, after all if he let them kill all of those who inhabited Cyrodil who would he have left to rule over... besides they would threaten him directly as he assumed it was indeed Clavicus massing this army to come after him and the sword.

Chapter 2

All this ran through Malavon's mind as he had risen from his rest, as he looked at the window he saw it was daylight as the light shone in his room. As a vampire he would normally have to fear that light but with the creation of the tower and his weaving of protective magics he had made it so the light that came through was filtered through his magics before coming within any room in the tower, making it weak and only a minor irritant to his skin at worst. His spells had come far in the way of protecting himself from the light and he was very close to a spell that would take away that particular weakness forever it would just take some more time and a lot more research. As Malavon rose and made his way to the basin he began washing himself he heard a knock upon his door. It could only be his 2nd in command Elyissa. An imposing woman she was a dark elf herself and his closest consort and only she would be brave enough to come knocking. He had truly begun to love this woman. She was in every way his equal except in the wielding of magics. She stood almost as tall as himself, though much more feminine and not in the least bulky, with long red glorious hair that fell to her hips. Her face was quite beautiful dainty and well defined and she was as curvaceous a woman as any man had ever seen. It was this beauty that had led many to underestimate her and for that they payed.... with their lives. She was no mage and many of the dark mages wondered why she was here, a mere sword swinger they called her, though never to her face. The one time a mage had been brave enough to challenge her position within the tower she told him he had better kill her and quickly with his "oh so great and powerful magic." That particular fight ended when the fool threw a fireball at her. She had charged the spell somersaulting beautifully over it and landing with her blade piercing the mage's heart. Yes... she was everything he could ever desire.

He made his way to the door and pulled it open to be greeted with the sight of this beautiful woman before him.

"Good Morn Lord Malavon i had hoped you would be awake so I would not have to awaken you myself."

"It would have been quite alright Ely.. you know I would not be angered at you awakening me. I trust that when you do its for a good... reason."

"Yes and so would this have been, reports have been flooding in from our spies in the Mages Guild. They are planning something big, something that does not bode well. They are still uncertain as to what it is but it has been discerned that they are coming here. The new Arch-Mage himself is leading an expedition to Bruma and we can only assume it is so they can mass in the guild hall and set out for us here at Dragons Peak."

"Surely they would not be so bold as to come and assault us here... i know their hatred of necromancers runs deep but we have disturbed no one. But beyond that they know it would be death to assault this tower, the wards i have erected alone are enough to destroy them."

"As i said Lord Malavon the reason behind it has not been discerned. It is only speculation that they are coming here we could be wrong but i do not doubt that is their intentions. Though it is as you say they do not understand your dark arts and would be foolish to assault you in the seat of your power."

"Yes well... keep me informed of any changes or any new information please Ely. In the mean time what is the news on those corpses i asked for."

"Goreand arrived this morning with three more of them. Hmm... hahahaha if those fool mages do assault us, won't they be shocked to see those creatures coming at them in their... new forms hahahaha."

"If they do assault i would rather not waste our undead forces on them. They aren't as strong as myself, but they are more than equal to most of the necromancers here except for a select few. Not only that but they would devastate a large portion of our undead and that i will not have. In time to come we will need them all and probably more."

"What do you mean? I don't like the sound of that."

"I'm not even for sure myself. Please if you will for now return to your duties, i must attempt to divine the answers i seek and i will need my full concentration. And with such a... beautiful woman around i would find that concentration most lacking..."

"Well then My lord i will return later then? Maybe bring you something to... drink?"

"Yes, that would be most pleasing."

"Well good day then my lord."

Chapter 3

As Malavon set down at his scrying desk he pulled Savilla's Stone closer. Such a beautiful crystal was Savilla's Stone. He had worked quite hard to obtain this little item all that time ago while working for the Grey Fox. Now there was a little favored secret of his very own, even if he wanted to tell he could not of course. No one new it was he who was know the Grey Fox. Nocturnals powerfully enchanted mask had been a great help in many of his undertakings though he rarely dawned the mask these days. He pushed these thoughts aside however, he needed his full concentration on the task ahead. Bringing Savilla's Stone to the middle of the table he brought up his hands and placed them on either side of the orb. Drawing on his great magical powers he pulled forth massive amounts of his power and pushed it into the orb. He focused directly on his dream of the portal, it was so vivid and powerful in his mind that he was there before he even realized it. As he re-focused he saw it once again... The sky was blood red and the ground surged forth as the Spires burst forth. He saw all that he had seen in his dreams over and over and then something new happened. Something that had not happened in his dreams. A huge figure began to emerge from the portal but suddenly his vision leaped foward. He tried to pull it back to the portal but he couldn't, the magic was leading him, it had him in its grasp and it would not let go. His vision changed to that of the Imperial city and it was burning. Not like when Mehrunes was there no.... this was worse. Now it burned with an unmatched fury as fire raged through the streets, demons ran amok slaughtering, torturing, raping... it was a vision of unmatched horror. A huge daedroth was pulling one man in half, he could only watch as each strand of flesh pulled apart from his torso. A scamp was chasing a child through the streets, and a Clannfear was ripping into a recent kill devouring the flesh. While Malavon himself was not one who would be called a good man.. he only wanted to rule to reign in the lands under his control to rule an empire even greater than the Ayleids. He wouldn't even have undead if it were not for the fact he would need an army in time to come, he detested undead. Those rotting, stinking, unthinking corpses were nothing short of disgusting and sickening... though how he could feel such and yet... be one of them he did not know. Though as a vampire he had gained so much, such as the true hatred of the Daedra, for vampires were never as... malleable as normal humans. But this sight was unbelievable... more than he ever wanted to see and it wasn't ending. The magic of the orb kept pulling him forward and the scene changed once more to a great tower... his tower. The Black Tower itself was under attack by demons, thousands and thousands of demons. Then he saw himself, on top of the tower bringing to bear all his greatest magics. He summoned forth a great thunderstorm one unrivaled by nature itself. The lightning from the storm rained down in an endless stream. He summoned forth great balls of fire and slung them into their ranks. But he could feel his wards failing giving to the onslaught. The demons were pushing with all their might into his tower. And when the wards failed he saw his mages bring to bear all their magic and force it into the horde killing all that got in the way of it, but against such overwhelming numbers they stood no chance. He saw then as the undead poured forth from the tunnels that rose to the top of the ground, charging into the demons ranks they began to push them back but even his own army large as it was, was nothing compared to the numbers of the demons. Then he saw as Ely charged into them her swords sliding through demonic flesh as easily as if their was nothing before her but air. She seemed to be everywhere at once cutting down all who stood before her but even her skill could not save them... no the black tower was lost. He watched as Ely was boxed in, cut off from her allies and then she took a daedric arrow through her shoulder and in the instant she hesitated they were all over her. A clannfear jumped into her knocking her down and tearing into her throat. As he watched in horror as it ripped the flesh from bone and devoured her neck, he cried out in anguish and jumped from the top of the tower towards their ranks channeling all the magic he could bring forth and........

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! The pain shot through his entire body as he sat up in his chair. His head was splitting in the worst headache he had ever experienced. It felt as if his head was filling up with so much blood that the only way it could get out was to crack open his head and begin to pour out. The pain was so great he did not even realize Ely was in the room or that he was lying on the floor screaming his lungs out. Because of this he did not even sense the unnatural darkness that had permeated the room nor the fact that the shadows..... were dancing.

Chapter 4

He awoke to the taste of blood slowly being dripped into his mouth. As his eyes came open he saw Ely sitting on the bed side with a slit wrist giving him that oh so precious liquid... more precious than even water at least.... to him anyway.

"Ah finally you're awake my lord, that is good to see. I was beginning to worry that you were not going to wake up at all..."

"I.... I saw the future. The things i saw... we must prevent from happening. Where are Lolika and Goreand? I need my..."

"You need nothing but rest my lord. Until you have rested you are not going to attend to anything and i mean it."

"Oh is that so."

"Yes it is so, if i even so much as catch you attempting to do anything related to work i will knock you unconscious myself so that you will have no choice but to rest."

"Hahahahaha then in that case at least help me to set up a little and give me a bottle of the Troll blood from the chest at the foot of the bed."

"Yes my lord. Now can you tell me of anything you saw? Maybe i will begin a few preparations myself."

"What i saw... even the most evil necromancers in all the world could not hope to parallel. The things i witnessed must simply be stopped... otherwise i won't have a world to rule."

"That bad hmmmm?"

"Yes Ely.. the coming flood is something we must be prepared for... at least get all my hunters out, i want all the corpses of the most powerful creatures they can bring me. Though it matters not what they bring so long as they start bringing us as many as they can every day. Our forces are no where near large nor powerful enough. Things must change and they must change quickly...."

To Be Continued