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A Tale Of 3 Sins

Prologue
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This story begins in the years leading up to the Invasion of Akavir, 3E 288. It is one seen through the eyes of one, Arnilius Trunnen. Arnilius was born 3E 268, the very day that Uriel Septim V was crowned Emperor. From this, Arnilius is sometimes called in jest, “The Emperor's Child.” In a family with two siblings, Arnilius is not the youngest nor oldest. He has a sister only 2 years younger by the name of Cecilia. Cecilia is a mage in training who hopes to one day join the Imperial Legion as a battlemage. She trains under the advisement of one of Arnilius' Dunmer friends named Azafar. Azafar is also a mage, as his tutoring of Cecilia would suggest. He is in training under his father, Ulseth Nisilan, an adept at destruction & alteration magics for the mages guild.

Arnilius also has a brother by the name of Bruccien. Four years his elder, Bruccien is firstborn in the line of the Trunnen family. From this, he is often idolized by their militant father, Valien, a retired Legate of the 10th Legion. His final noteworthy battle was one when Emperor Uriel Septim V conquered Roscrea, 3E 271. He spent his retirement training his children so they may join the Legion, which was tradition in the Trunnen line. He also became somewhat of a drunkard after the death of his wife, Laurus, who died giving birth to Cecilia. This caused Bruccien to be more of a father figure to Arnilius and Cecilia than Valien ever was.

The Trunnens live in a small manor in the Colovian Highlands between Kvatch & Skingrad, not but a mile south from Fort Ontus. The Highlands made for great seclusion of the family, but there was two families near them. Those walking distance from their home, the Nisilan's, and those to the northeast, The Moslin's. Frederick Moslin, the head of their family, served with Valien for many years in the Legion. Three of Frederick's sons were slain by the hands of bandits while serving Chorrol's guard. The one son that remains is a friend of Bruccien named Culen. Both Bruccien and Culen joined the Legion by the age of 18.

This is where our story begins.

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Book One: A Road To War
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Chapter One: Humble Beginnings

3E, 282 Morning Star: Three children dash through the tall grass & rolling hills of the Highlands. The sun sank deep over the horizon off the Gold Coast to their left. They were headed to the old fort just north of their home with great haste. Arnilius was ahead of both of his companions. He was of an average height for his age with deep green eyes. His long black hair just nearly touched his shoulder & shone upon the setting sun in the west, and his quick speeds on foot kept it from his face. He had his brother's helmet in his hand and one of his fathers short swords in a hilt.

“Keep up you two! We need to get to Fort Ontus before the sun is set!” Arnilius shouted behind to his companions with a slowing of his pace to a stop and a turn of his head.

Gasping for breath came Azafar first, “You do know that this form of exhaustion can kill people, don't you?” He said leaning over, placing his hands on his knees.

“There is no time for any of your superstitions Azafar! You know why we must reach Fort Ontus soon.” Arnilius said with a rushed tone.

“You must realize Mr. Moslin is just filling your head with lies, Arnilius. There's no way what he said was true.” Azafar then stretched back and rolled his neck. Arnilius' spirits shrunk after hearing these words. He trudged over to one of the many boulders that dotted the landscape around them and sat on it resting his hand on his cheek.

After a few moments he spoke once more, “Why would Mr. Moslin lie to us? I mean even ghost stories have some truth to them. However exaggerated they may be, there just has to be some truth to it.”

“And why would my big brother be believing in ghost stories?” said the third companion, Cecilia, who was behind the rock he was sitting. This caused Arnilius to jump from his spot which frustrated him. “By the nine divines Cecilia don't do that to me!” Cecilia laughed at his response, “Are you scared Arnilius? I never thought The Emperor's Child could ever be scared.” said Cecilia mockingly.

Arnilius quelled the harsh words he wished to speak. He looked to the west and saw the top half of the sun slowly being eaten by the horizon. His heart began to race while his thoughts pondered whether he should go on or go back. He finally pulled what strands of hair were in his face aside and placed his brother's helmet upon his head.

“Whether or not Mr. Moslin is telling lies, I'm going to find out with or without you two.” He said with a small sense of pride. Azafar sighed then said in retort, “Very well, You know I'm with you on this.” Cecilia smirked and continued, “I guess the emperor's child isn't such a coward after all.”

The three set off again with great speeds in the attempt to make it to Fort Ontus before the sun finally dipped below the horizon. As the ruined fort came into view, Arnilius' pace quickened. Dodging the boulders and jumping on and off those which blocked his path. He made it upon a rock preceding the edge of a small hill and stopped abruptly slapping his hands upon it. His eyes wandered all over the fort for any signs of what Mr. Moslin had talked about. After a minute or so passed, Cecilia caught up with him, followed by Azafar who was panting heavily and reaching for his water. While Arnilius scanned the fort, Cecilia joined him in doing so.

After a few moments, Cecilia motioned to talk, but before she could utter a word, a man came out to the front of the fort. Azafar & Cecilia ducked there heads behind the rock, but Arnilius stared curiously at him, confident that he was well-hidden. After further inspection, the man was wearing black robes with a hood to match, covering his face. He used a telekinesis spell to pull a branch from a tree with which he wrapped with a piece of cloth. Afterwards his hand became a red hot flame to light this makeshift torch. Another man with similar apparel came out to follow muttering words that Arnilius had a hard time hearing. Suddenly a magical ball of light came from this second conjurer's hands which lit the area around them as if it were still day. The first conjurer's hand then turned to a light blue color. He grabbed the burning portion of the torch, extinguishing it, and threw it aside, frustrated.

Azafar grabbed onto Arnilius' belt in an attempt to pull him down out of sight, but Arnilius swiped at his hand placing his first finger over his mouth in a signal to remain quiet. He then took a few steps around the boulder with which Cecilia motioned towards him yelling at him in a whisper, “What are you doing?!” Arnilius' only response was a turn of his head giving the same motion with his hand as before. He moved from the boulder to a closer position behind a tree so that he could hear what the two men were saying. He finally heard them in mid-conversation, “Chances are there won't be anyone there.”

The conjurer with the light spell retorted, “The master does not take sympathy to whining, initiate. Do as your ordered and you might not be turned into part of his army of flesh.” These words silenced the initiate. They began to walk away from the fort up past where Cecilia & Azafar were hiding. Arnilius struggled to breathe in fear that they would be caught, but after the two hooded men walked by the boulder, there was no sign that they had seen the two. He took a sigh of relief which were followed by footsteps approaching him, but there was nothing there. Suddenly, Cecilia & Azafar appeared as a spell of invisibility had worn off from them.

“Thank the divines Azafar brought his father's scrolls.” Cecilia said with a tone of relief. Arnilius, while shocked in Azafar's methods of planning, remained silent with only a nod of approval to his Dunmer friend, which had been returned by Azafar. After scanning the walls of the fort for others, Arnilius gave a signal to his two companions to follow him as they moved up to the outer wall of the fort. As they were up against the wall, Arnilius turned to them with hesitation as he began to speak quietly.

“What I'm about to ask of either of you will not be one desired. I need both of you to stay outside while I go in.” This enraged Cecilia who began to speak in an angered hushed tone again, “No way! We came out here together and we go in together! You saw those two men; you have no idea who or what could be down there!” Azafar nodded in approval to Cecilia's words. Arnilius expected this response, which then was followed by a sigh. He began to speak again,

“Whatever is down there I'll be sure not to start a fight with. You know what Mr. Moslin said was down there. We can't let our feelings effect the right course of action.” Hearing this caused Cecilia to tilt her head over in shame with glimpses of sorrow. She gave Arnilius a nod and said, “Very well, we will stay outside then.” Arnilius nodded in thanks to their compliance. He then went around the wall into the fort's courtyard. He finally came upon a large wooden door with rusted metal framework. He slowly pushed this door open and entered what came to be a long stair down with a sharp turn to the right. He moved along the right wall at a slow and steady pace. As he reached the corner, he peeked his head around it slowly. All there was was a hallway which lead to a bridge overlooking a large interior room. There was an eerie glow from this room, which made his pace slow even more from fear by an unnatural presence. As he made it to the bridge, he looked over to the right revealing the source of the light.

A lich was casting a spell upon the dead that were brought to him from a pile of corpses. There was a third hooded man moving corpses to the lich so that the unnatural resurrection of them could be continued swiftly. As Arnilius saw this, he could feel his spine curl & his courage retreating. Before him stand dozens of already risen reanimated dead with many more to come. He heard footsteps behind him which quickly turned his head toward the direction of the entrance. He saw a bright light approaching slowly to his position; he knew it had to be the two men he saw before. Without hesitation he went for the left side of the bridge. After hanging off the side he dropped down the ten foot drop, and even though he landed well, his foot broke. He covered his mouth as to not make any noise, and grimacing in pain, he limped to the middle support beam keeping up the bridge putting him out of sight.

The two conjurers made there way across the bridge and after a few moments walked into the room of the lich from the other end. Their return halted the lich's progress, from which he spoke, “You return without more of the dead?” His words echoed in the hall causing Arnilius to cringe, scared to even look upon what was happening.

“The graves were more heavily guarded this time, Master. If we were to attempt to gather more corpses, we would have been killed.” Said the initiate hesitantly.

The lich paused for a moment with a silent, cold anger. “Very well. . . you will suffice.” After these words the lich cast a paralysis spell upon the initiates body, leaving his head free. He began to squirm and knowing his fate, screamed for mercy from his master. “No! I'm more use to you alive I swear! Don't do this!” The lich remained in silent glee as the reanimated dead took their rusted blades and stabbed him multiple times through his torso. His blood gurgled screams echoed through the hall mortifying Arnilius behind the pillar.

The lich then reanimated the initiates corpse shortly after, adding his lifeless body to be part of his small army. He then turned around and with a rotten & angered face shouting, “Come out, boy!” Arnilius froze as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he only wanted to wake up from. The lich then continued arrogantly, “I'm waiting.” Arnilius finally mustered some courage and stood with a limp, slowly coming out from the back of the pillar. As he came to face the lich, he shook as he drew his father's short sword from his hilt and pointed at the lich.

The lich stood up-right and responded with a deep and gruff chuckle. Silent at first, it grew to surround Arnilius' head to the point he could not hear. He dropped his sword to cover his ears, but he still heard the lich's laugh echo in his mind. The lich had the echo stop, and as Arnilius removed his hands from his ears and stood upright to the Lich once more, he noticed the boy's features. He raised his right arm to the side signaling one of the reanimated to come to him. Arnilius looked upon the undead next to the lich and realized it was his mother.

He lost his breath at the sight of her. The lich then commanded Arninlius' reanimated mother to kill him. Arnilius picked up his sword and backed up as she approached. Before his mother could strike him, however, there was marching heard from the entrance which interrupted the affair. In a matter of seconds a small contingent of Legionnaires, Kvatch, & Skingrad guardsmen formed up on the bridge overhead. The legionnaires were all in heavy legion armor, while the guardsmen wore their guard armor wielding steel bows. They were lead by Arnilius' father, Valien. With him also was Bruccien, Frederick Moslin, Culen Moslin, and Ulseth Nisilan.

Valien spoke out in a powerful voice, “Your days of grave robbing is at an end, lich! Archers!” The archers then performed a volley upon all the foes below. The lich & his two conjurers below him deflected the arrows with ease, but the reanimated dead got sent back to their grave from the archers well-placed shots. While arrows were raining down from above, battlemages including Ulseth shot down balls of flame into the horde. The lich, becoming preoccupied by warding off these attacks, caused him to lose his attention from Arnilius entirely. During the one-sided battle, heavily armored legionnaires made there way around to the entrance behind those still left alive. The two hooded conjurers holding up wards & deflecting arrows were caught unprepared from the small shield wall pushing upon their flank. They were knocked to the ground by the legionnaires and gutted afterwards. At this point the volley of arrows ceased, and the lich was between both forces. He turned towards Arnilius who had a sword to his dead mother's chest, cringing to slay his undead mother.

The lich then, with a wave of his hands toward Arnilius' position, vanished in a flash of darkness. Arnilius' mother then stood at the end of his sword with her in all her beauty from the spell the lich cast. She had very long dark hair and fair skin. Her eyes were the color green as Arnilius' were. He became disarmed by his mother's beauty and dropped his sword. As she began to approach him, Valien yelled, “No Arnilius! Stay away from her!” Bruccien moved to the front with Valien & saw his mother again which caused him to halt in shock. Arnilius had a tear in his eye from being captured with joy to see his mother for the first time, but before she came close enough to embrace him, a sword pierced through her chest then retracted. He choked on the smile he had which turned to horror. As her corpse fell back it was caught by Valien who's sword was now coated in her blood upon the floor. He knelt in silence with his wife in his arms when Cecilia & Azafar rushed inside with the guards who were keeping them outside chasing after them. They looked down from the bridge above, and as Cecilia saw her dead mother in her father's arms, she fell to her knees and wept. Finally Valien turned to Arnilius and spoke gravely with much sorrow,

“Your mother is dead, Arnilius. We can not have her back.” These words sent Arnilius to his knees as well tilting his head in grief.

The journey back to their home was a silent one. Not a word was spoken among any of the members of the Trunnen family, and any attempt from the others to comfort them was met with sorrowful disregard. As they finally entered their home, Arnilius and Cecilia quickly went to their rooms to sleep off the night's sorrows. Cecilia could be heard crying the whole night from Arnilius' room, and Arnilius laid in bed most of the night trying to forget the events that had just occurred.

As Arnilius laid in bed, Bruccien entered the room opening the door slowly. Arnilius laid down facing away from his brother the entire time. Bruccien was still wearing his legionnaire armor, but his helmet was under his arm against his right side. He stood at the entrance of the door in silence at first before he began to speak; his body silhouetted by the light in the room behind him.

“I'm leavin' at the break of dawn tomorrow with Frederick Moslin to join with the 10th legion, little brother. We will be assaulting the island of Esroniet. I hear the port is called Black Harbor. . I'm kind of curious as to why - “ Bruccien's words were stopped short with a sigh as he realized that Arnilius didn't care when he pulled his covers up over his head. With this, Bruccien turned to leave. Before closing the door he mentioned to tease Arnilius, “Father says you'll be workin' the fields for months for stealin' his sword by the way.” The door shut, and Arnilius held back any tears for his mother & brother as he fell into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 2: The Legionnaire
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I'm so glad it turned out well Kilivin. I knew it would, you have a wonderful writing style! Great imagery.


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(August 9th 2013, 12:36 PM)BlytheAlarynn Wrote: I'm so glad it turned out well Kilivin. I knew it would, you have a wonderful writing style! Great imagery.

Thank you very much. I find the more of a picture I can try to paint, the more readers will be drawn in by it. Smiling


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(August 9th 2013, 01:06 PM)Kilivin Wrote:
(August 9th 2013, 12:36 PM)BlytheAlarynn Wrote: I'm so glad it turned out well Kilivin. I knew it would, you have a wonderful writing style! Great imagery.

Thank you very much. I find the more of a picture I can try to paint, the more readers will be drawn in by it. Smiling

Well you certainly did a great job. Can't wait for the next installment. (:


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Great job man looking forward to more to come.


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(August 9th 2013, 04:58 PM)MaxxRocker Wrote: Great job man looking forward to more to come.

Thanks, starting work on Chapter 2 now. Smiling


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Ignore this. I hadn't realised this thread had stopped for 20 odd days. For stories that generally means the author has decided not to take it any further. This one apologises for aiding in this necromancy.
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(August 31st 2013, 05:44 AM)DoJorahn Khammani Wrote: Ignore this. I hadn't realised this thread had stopped for 20 odd days. For stories that generally means the author has decided not to take it any further. This one apologises for aiding in this necromancy.

Oh, haha. I wrote chapter 2, buuut that chapter was too long I think (over 7 pages) and didn't get much buzz. No worries. Smiling


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One of the best indeed!


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