The Fall of the Order of the Crimson Sun

For centuries they lay out of sight, out of mind, and slowly grew in numbers. The Order of the Crimson Sun is now materializing from out of the shadows. They have been seen in Skyrim where a large amount of them were brought down by a small band of Adventurers. They are looking for something. Something so rare many are not sure if whatever it is they are looking for actually exists.

((I made those guys up so if that's a problem... Uh sorry? I just wanted to do something interesting. So feel to make suggestions about them and help give them.. Lore, I guess))

Solduiran had returned to Riften. He was busy cataloging all that he had found on one of his recent adventures. His home was a small two room set in the Ratways of Riften. It was dark and dank but it was out the way and no one really seemed to care. He had "inherited" the place from his father who bought it after his brother's, Solduiran's uncle, passing. His father never had an opportunity to see what was here as died a month or so after. When Solduiran had lost his mother to "suicide", he received a note that saying that he should take over his Uncle's business. After about three months in Skyrim, Solduiran made his way to Riften after leaving his Sister, Ria, in Winterhold to study magic.

(Back to the present)
Solduiran was tired now. He sat down at the desk and looked down at new piece of paper that hadn't been there before. The page was blank except for a small yet unsettling message, "You cannot stop the rising of the Sun." There was a small red sun drawn at the bottom. Solduiran eyes widened. He reached for a Whistle in his pocket, and drew it out and blew. No sound was made but he knew it worked. He immediately set to writing on small slips of paper. His message read:

"I am Seeker. There is a growing threat that must be stopped. If you are reading this, I am asking you for your help. If you agree to enlist and help, meet me where the plains of Whiterun are crossed by the White River, and is shaded by the mountain in two weeks time.

~Seeker"

He flung open his door where two mighty eagles sat. Thane and Talon, Solduiran's carriers, were the fastest carrier birds in Skyrim, Solduiran believed that it was due to them both being magic in someway. As he tied the notes to their legs he gave them their instructions, "Find the best Fighters, and slayers of beasts. Find the haters of the undead, and bring them these notes. Return to me when you are done." The eagles knowingly nodded and took off faster than any arrow. They shot through a drain grate at the top of the Ratway cavern.
At this Solduiran turned back inside and refreshed his supplies of food and potion, and locked his many locks behind him as he once again would make his toward Whiterun for another adventure.

She trudged towards Whiterun miserably. She was alone completely, lonely and cold. She had decided to retrace her steps on the cave adventure, revisit old memories. She stared blankly into the distance, feeling no emotion of feeling. It was as if part of her had left with Wolf. Though she knew he was alive and well that was no consolation. She reached Whiterun and instantly went to the bannered mare.

((How long after the cave is this and will it be after Kaaos has been rescued?))

((I was thinking like a month or so... You can decide. I haven't read ALL the through The cave. Should I get back into that or is it to far gone? And if you don't want to use him you don't have to its up to you))

((I probably can't join then. Continuity issues.))

((Surely we could change the amount of time passed since the cave to suit Kaaos? The time hasn't been mentioned yet has it?))

((She's right. I did that for a reason. You can decide on the time.))

((Alright if your sure let me think on it))

Idaina was traveling west, back to High Rock. She was resting at an Inn in Solitude. She decided to walk outside, she stood out there, breathing in the night air. When a large bird flew at her, and almost like magic it was gone. Their was a small slip of paper in her hand. It said, "I am Seeker. There is a growing threat that must be stopped. If you are reading this, I am asking you for your help. If you agree to enlist and help, meet me where the plains of Whiterun are crossed by the White River, and is shaded by the mountain in two weeks time.". She ran inside the inn, to her room and grabbed all of her traveling supplies. She ran out the door, jumped on too her horse. She was heading east, to the plains of the White River.

Solduiran made his way toward Fort Sunguard. He was still a day or two from Whiterun from here. 'Dammit. I need to be there.' There was only so far and so fast he could travel even by horse. The fort was big and dark. He walked in side the courtyard to find no one. It was an eerie feeling. He began to set up camp best he could with the sky quickly darkening.

Once set up Solduiran's curiosity got the better of him. Casting Mage Light he illuminated a corner or the fort. Nothing interesting just some old hay and an old broken stable. But glimmer caught his eye. Upon further investigation he had found a sword still in its sheath. He studied it for a moment before drawing it. It was light weight and thin, as well as being incredibly sharp. 'This doesn't come from skyrim.' He thought. Going back to the fire he rested the night.

She sat miserably in the bannered mare, sipping her ale. Finally she stood up and started back towards the gates of whiterun, retracing her steps. She got to the point where they met Kaaos and the cat. 'How is Kaaos?' She crouched down to the spot where the cat had been lying, dying. She studied the ground, there was still a patch of blood on the ground. She got up and walked down the path towards the stables. She went to a crouch and went up to a horse, jumping on its back the moment no-one was looking. She heard shouts of surprise and anger as the guards spotted her riding away and she galloped towards the white river.

((Feel to awkward to have a eagle deliver a message to me, Miasmador is certainly not one of the best fighters and if you count werewolves as beasts then she is the slayer of slayers of beasts :D I will just come across Soldurian and be happy to see him as she is feeling depressed and going back to the past memories of the cave.))

Idaina was riding in the darkness. She decided to set up camp for the night in the outskirts of the Whiterun plains. She tied up her horse and set up a fire. She sat down near the fire, and she felt a strange chill come over her. Idaina decided to crawl into her sleeping bag and go to sleep. Just as she closed her eyes, she saw a strange orange hue. A ghost appeared to her, it spoke to her, "You will have a long journey ahead of you, you will meet many new friends and foes. But what you are doing is right for yourself and the people of Tamriel.". She then fell asleep.

She saw a camp in the darkness and, hoping it was vampires drew her sword and galloped towards it. She called out a low, guttural growling sound, almost like a war cry as she rode towards the camp, bloodthirsty.

The night proved to only disturb him further. In his dreams he saw, Lurks, Miasmador, and Kaaos. They fought vampires and called his name. A spirit of a pale elf, Victus, stepped forward, "You failed them as I failed to save my people." He woke with a start clutching his new sword. He was sweating. Dousing the fire out he mounted his horse deciding to forgo sleep in hopes that Whiterun and Dragonsreach would soon shape the sky line. After a few hours of hard riding he was finally turning around the mountain and could see Dragonsreach in the distance. As he past an old standing stone, The Ritual Stone, he heard guards mulling about near the stables. But what caught his eye was a small flicker in the far off distance. 'Could it be help?' He set it as his new destination.

((Haha you fully deserve one though! Miasmador deserves one! But that's up to you. And when did you go Dunmer?))

Idaina heard galloping in the distance. Still drowsy, she unsheathed her dual broad swords. She thought to herself, this has happened before... outside a ruin. But that was not important, she needed to defend herself. She stood looking outside of her camp, waiting for what ever was coming for her.