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Book 2: The Unnatural Storm


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Book 1 - Chapter 3: To War

Book 2: The Unnatural Storm

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Chapter 1: A Town Of Ghosts

3E, 288 - 22nd of Rain's Hand

The sun was just setting on this final day before the signal was to be sounded to board the ships to head to Akavir. Some of the other legionnaires sharing a room with Arnilius were nervous, but he was still anxious to see the new lands. Black Harbor served to disappoint him as its past beauty had been taken over by the massive harbor that the Emperor had built. He saw little of the natives of this island, and he started to feel as if there was little to be had in Akavir despite the stories he has heard from there. As he prepared his legionnaire armor to be put in a chest, a visitor had entered his room. He had a closed face legionnaire helmet and approached Arnilius without a trace of emotion. Arnilius turned to look at him, and merely raised a brow. The man in the armor then took off his helm slowly, and his face revealed. His hair black and smooth as silk, but it was cut short. Arnilius belted out, “Bruccien!” Bruccien then let off a small smile which turned to a chuckle as they embraced.

“How faired your voyage little brother?” Bruccien spoke in a much deeper voice than Arnilius had remembered. “It went well, I met some of the other legionnaires on the voyage here.” Bruccien furrowed his brow curiously and smirked, “Who?” Arnilius continued, “Loknar Bjund, Dol Gro'Malag, Lilissandra Sithia, and a curious Khajit by the name of Zan'ir Two-face. . At least that is what everyone calls him.” Bruccien chuckled and then remarked, “I see you've settled in nicely then. It is good to see you again brother. I am not, however, here only to catch up. I have been ordered to be commanding a squad of Auxiliaries for scouting missions when we reach Akavir.” Arnilius had then put on a much more serious face and spoke out in respect, “It would be an honor to-” Bruccien chuckled and cut him off, “Now now little brother. I might outrank you, but you're still blood. I need not your trained respect, even if it is appreciated. It is only an offer. Would you like to be part of this squad?” Arnilius, rejoiced to hear, thought of his words and asked, “Could my companions join me in this group?” Bruccien thought little on the connections Arnilius had made with his new companions, “It would be impossible as I have already chosen the rest of the men and women joining me.” Arnilius then turned and thought of his decision carefully, sorrowed by this response. He cared not for abandoning his new friends, but he felt he should do as his brother asked. Suddenly a thought entered his mind that he was almost 20 years of age and should make his own decisions on the matter. He then turned and spoke solemnly, “I would be honored by joining you brother. . But I know these who I have named well and feel it would be best if my service to the legion would be with them.” Bruccien then turned his head down for a moment in sorrow then back to him, “Very well, I understand. Worry not, little brother, I'll find another. He might not be as good a fighter as you though.” He gave a wink and smile and then they embraced once more on his departure out his room. His body silhouetted the doorway like when he was a child all those years ago, watching him leave once more.

Soon after Bruccien's departure, Zan'ir entered the room with Lilissandra behind. Zan'ir was a tall Khajit with golden fur. His eyes were a dark green like uncut emeralds, but he had none of the curious hairstyles Arnilius ever remembered Khajit to have. His right ear had been cut down the center, but stitches and healing had mended it into a mere scar. Behind came the slim wood elf, Lilissandra. She had straight rose-colored hair with sharp facial features. Her eyes were a sky blue with hints of gold in them. Her skin was that of a goddess, with no flaws for any to see even if it were covered in dirt. It was no secret her and Arnilius shared an affection, but they gave into no lusts being soldiers of the legion.

Zan'ir and Lilissandra had been talking upon entering the door, and Arnilius caught them mid-conversation, “Zan'ir knows that the arrow you pull is true, but not as true as the one Zan'ir pulls.” Lilissandra chuckled, “If there were a reward of fish involved, perhaps that would be true.” Zan'ir shook his head at this response and climbed into his bed to fall asleep quickly. Lilissandra then noticed Arnilius preparing his legionnaire armor for the morrow. She smirked as she spoke, “You prepare too much, Arnilius.” Arnilius turned to retort with a smile, “And you too little.” She then climbed into bed and spoke out before putting a pillow over her head to not be given a response, “I tend to just be ready when the time comes.” Arnilius just smirked as he fitted his last pieces of equipment into his chest. He finally got into bed, but he hardly slept that night. He knew the voyage was going to be over a month long, but he felt as if he was going to be in a battle on the morrow.

Orders from commanding officers were heard as the sun rose dimly over the harbor. Thousands of men and women were seen moving cargo aboard ships, but Arnilius had only his chest to carry aboard. It was a sight to be seen that he had never seen before. There were nearly 300 ships in the harbor, all filling with little over a hundred men and women each to set off on their voyage. His ship was one of the many contracted ships, but it stood in the harbor next to the Emperor's ship. A glorious vessel with a gold plated dragon for a mast-head. When he finally boarded and placed his chest in the cabin, he was looking off the edge of his ship at the Emperor's ship. That was until the Emperor had finally left his council room and strode to his it with his Commission to follow. He could see little of him, but he could see the determination in the Emperor's eyes, even from a distance. Finally, a horn sounded once more, and his ship had set sail. Many other ships had followed on either side. Some even came so close where you could simply shout to the legionnaires on the other ship. The voyage was six weeks long, although it felt to Arnilius like it lasted longer. Every night he knew that very soon he'd be seeing combat like that he had not seen before. The only thing he has ever killed was that of creatures already dead, and it was never in the numbers of the thousands that it would be for him. Many of the legionnaires rumored of what Akavir was like from the reports of their spies on the new continent. They spoke general nonsense that Arnilius scarcely believed, but one thing that Arnilius noted was that the enemy they would be facing was not human. He heard whispers of the name, the Tsaesci, and that they had once ruled as Potentate after Reman Cyrodiil himself.

It was until the 5th week that they had started seeing land. It was not the land they had expected, however. It was a reef of giant stones jutting out of the water with nothing on them. Arnilius' ship passed one closely, and he followed it along the ship's starboard side. Upon reaching the stern of the ship he saw the rest of the fleet behind him. He never noticed them in the past as he was secluded to the inside of the ship for most of the journey for being one to get sea-sick quite easily. It was a huge fleet, and it gave him a sense of awe and pride as the massive legion conformed through the mile wide passage between two of the giant mountain-like rocks from the sea.

Finally, the day had come for them to prepare for the landing on the beaches of Akavir. Men were running throughout the ship in the hours prior to landing. They had dropped anchor half a mile from the shore, with sight on a town bordering a river through Akavir. The area around the town had no trees that could be seen. It was merely green hills pierced by a dagger of ocean through the continent. Arnilius put on his armor with his hands just shy of shaking, and he took a deep breath as he fitted the final piece of plate. He then placed the legionnaire helm upon his head with the sword Falner Moslin crafted for him. His shield bore the empire's sigil upon it boldly. He made his way to the deck of the ship with the other hundred or so legionnaires aboard.

His ship had held one of many landing parties on it to be the first into battle. This made for many of the legionnaires next to him to be equipped with the same armor he had been. Some sported their own fashioned blade including Arnilius, but many shared the same short thick blade of the Legion. When all the legionnaires had formed, Arnilius heard a sharp sounding horn from one of the ships to his side that he did not notice. Suddenly the anchors were raised and some of the ships made for the beach. Upon making their way to the beach, it was deathly silent on board. All that could be heard was the clanking of armor from other legionnaires stretching or shaking in their armor. A few minutes or so before boarding the beach, A man roared out from one of the other ships to which the men on Arnilius' ship struggled to hear. All Arnilius could hear was his heart beating in his chest and the world go deaf around him. The voice was so loud and commanding though Arnilius knew it had to be the Emperor speaking. Suddenly a cheer roared out from the other ships, which subsequently made the men around Arnilius roar as well, but he was still in silence. He felt a sudden jolt as he snapped out of his daze and noticed the ship had landed on the beaches. Men rushed out to storm the beaches of Akavir, and he pushed along with them all. His heart raced faster, and his adrenaline began to rush. He heard a Legate roar out over the hundred men over his command, Arnilius being one of them.

“Form a line!” His formation training suddenly kicked in and he moved side by side with a line of other legionnaires with hundreds more behind him. When the line was made, Arnilius saw the Emperor on horseback with shining golden dragon armor who drew his sword as he kicked his horse to begin moving forward. Arnilius, with the other thousands of legionnaires, all pulled their swords from their hilts as well, and the singing of steel rung from beach-end to beach-end. The emperor pointed his sword forward commanding the legionnaires to move forward. Horns sounded once more and the force had marched onward to the town ahead. They moved at a walking speed, the sound of their march shook the dry and course sand beneath their steel boots. During their march to the town, Arnilius noticed other ships moving into the town's harbor to enter it by the sea. After a short while, they made it upon the small town walls, but to Arnilius' surprise, the gates were open.

The Emperor then formed smaller groupings within the 10th legion to begin entry into the town. Arnilius formed with them and the Emperor was leading right in front of him as they began to move into the town, ever vigilant for an attack. However, the town seemed completely empty, and the legates moved other groupings of men down the streets to find no one. Finally, the Emperor had made it to a stair up to a strange palace, its architecture completely foreign to anything Arnilius had seen. To each side of the stair there were markings upon the wall etched into the stone. Arnilius stood at the base of the stair with a hundred or so other legionnaires watching the Emperor sheathe his sword and turn to the men, removing his dragon helm. His hair a deep brown upon his neck, with a clean shaved face. There was an aged look in his face, but he was still just as fair as a young man.

“I claim this town of ghosts, Septimia!” His voice was powerful, and almost deafening it was so loud and commanding. To which all the men cheered, Arnilius included. Arnilius shared the Emperor's worry though, but he was glad they had made progress; however eerie the progress might have been.

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This post was last modified: September 13th 2013 01:53 PM by Kilivin


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A great way to begin the second book! I especially loved your description of the storming of the beach.


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(September 15th 2013 04:44 PM)BlytheAlarynn Wrote:  A great way to begin the second book! I especially loved your description of the storming of the beach.

Tyvm! These next few chapters are going to be great though! =)


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