Fate/Elder Scrolls: Chapter 2, Servant of Light

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    All Mages have an Origin and an Element...two defining qualities that sum up everything that is that person and shapes their Magic into directions that no other individual can match unless they share the same Origin and Element. Origins are not a simple thing to explain or look at because just about anything can be considered an origin. But almost all people are born with relatively simple elements. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Ether (Void), the five primal elements that exist in everything, and for most people create the basis for their life as a mage. But some are born with Elements that are so strange that they defy human conceptions, and Martin Septim, born with the Origin of Time and the Element of Fate... well, there was no way that a man like that would ever be anything but the strangest of people.

     

    Once you combine the Origin of Time and the Element of Fate with a connection to the great god Akatosh through his lineage, and a spiritual connection with the land beneath him that rivalled that of the Skaal of the north, and you have a recipe for a potential story on your hand.

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    “Me? Emperor…of Cyrodiil? How on, how on earth is something like that even possible? I mean you have to be saying that Uriel Septim VII is my father, that I’ve been a bastard son of the Emperor for my entire life. I mean, I understand why nobody would tell me, and really raising me out here in Kvatch makes sense, close enough to the Imperial City for him to keep an eye on me but not close enough to get embroiled in any fighting or assassination attempts. But…fine alright maybe it isn’t entirely unbelievable for the Emperor to have at least one illegitimate child hidden away in case this happens, but me? Why me?”

     

    The previously silent Priest of Akatosh had been talking non-stop for well over half an hour at this point. Normally you wouldn’t call that silence, but compared to this tirade he seemed to be stuck in some sort of perpetual state of shock since leaving Kvatch. The Warrior besides him, a tall elven woman simply nodded in time with each point he made, as silent as the Priest had been hours before.  

     

    “You have been listening, haven’t you? I’ll admit it’s rather nice to just be able to talk about all this but, do you have any opinions on the matter Eleywin?”

     

    “No.”

     

    “Ah, well. Ah. Right, so where is that we’re heading again my friend? I know that obviously it’s a bad idea to stay anywhere near Kvatch but the Imperial City isn’t exactly a great idea considering we’ve still got this whole Daedric mess to deal with. Oh and of course the whole Assassination business. And…”

     

    “Chorrol”

     

    The two were as different to each other as possible. One was proud, nearly silent and strong while the other was humble, could talk for far too long and had a long time before he would grow into anything more than a simple priest. Truly, legends come from the strangest of places.

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    The first thing that Martin noticed was darkness. Not an uncomfortable or menacing darkness, but more just the absence of daylight, ah, a cave it must be. No, there isn’t the uh, odour that would mark this as being a cave but perhaps. Ah yes, a basement of some sort, not something that’s incredibly common in most of Cyrodiil and it certainly does take out the odds of him being summoned anywhere south of Bravil (or gods forbid, in Black Marsh of all places). Perhaps Bruma?

     

    “Ah, Caster…good to see you.”

     

    Huh, a voice, it felt…familiar, yes most certainly familiar. Almost as if he’d heard it before in his life but what are the odds of that. 

     

    “Wait, Eleywin? What on earth are you, how did I? Wait, are you my Master?”

     

    “Ah...yes Martin.”

     

    “But, hold up. The year is… 4E201, and your, you look as young as you did when I last saw you. I mean it’s like you haven’t even aged a day , and I know that Altmer don’t really age that fast but you have to be over 300 years old at this point. And, I know there are obviously ways to stay young (ish) but most of them are kind of restricted to mages and…Wait you’re a Magus?”

     

    “Ah…no, I’m not a Magus.”

     

    “But if you aren’t. By Akatosh are you. Eleywin, did you become a Vampire?”

     

    “No.”

     

    Hmm, my old friend. Eleywin. She had to have summoned me in particular, I mean  I can almost feel something close to me here, I can feel the artifact that she needed to summon me here as if it were apart of me in some manner. I mean, I guess she could have found a piece of rubble from Kvatch or something but that probably wouldn’t summon me, but what else could it have been. I never gave her anything.

     

    “Martin. It is. Good to see you finally.”

     

    Heh, how on earth could I just ignore her like this, how rude can I be.

     

    “Ah, of course Master, it is most excellent to see you. It hasn’t been quite as long for me but, that doesn’t matter, it is truly great to see you again.”

     

    Silence followed our conversation. Not anything uncomfortable, but just a nice, calm silence between the two of us. Eleywin, she just looked exactly the same, I mean sure her armour was a little bit nicer and she seems to have stumbled across a powerful sword but I mean. Her hair was still the same, unusual, black that was so uncommon amongst Altmer, she was still the tall, willowy woman that I knew once so many years ago. Perhaps, this will all be worth it even if we don’t win this war. Just the chance to live again, even if it is only for a few months will be well worth it as long as she’s here with me.

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    “By the grace of Akatosh, protect this place from the unholy sins that the evils of Dagon, Bal, Namira…”

     

    I watched as he walked briskly around our home in Bruma, muttering constantly to himself in prayer as he layered spell after spell on the walls, floors and the very air itself. The longer he went at it the stronger the hum of magic that could’ve been felt by even the stupidest goblin, got. Watching him just work truly was always rather interesting, he was nothing like the Mages of Summerset or even any priest that I’d ever seen. Even when alive he wasn’t quite like this, I mean he could probably have cast a few spells that would sanctify a small area but nothing to this scale. I suppose this is what happens when someone becomes something close to a living god for even a split second before having his entire spirit saturated with that power…

     

    “By the might of Akatosh, bring forth holy fire against the evils of the world…”

     

    Heh, I wonder what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t died that day. If Martin had lived a normal life. Sure he would have died over a hundred years ago if he was lucky but, it would’ve been something special. Ah. Well, I suppose there’s no use worrying about the past, I wonder.

     

    “Ah. Martin, how are the protections”

     

    He paused the second he felt I was going to speak. The connection between us as Servant and Master allowed for a…fluidity to our conversations that I don’t recall from before he died. It’s, such a weird experience.

     

    “They’re excellent, well I mean someone else could do better, especially with the more, human or Servant related barriers but the actual defences against the Undead are going rather well, at the very least an Undead or Daedra wouldn’t be able to get in without being something like Me…well a Daedric Prince or an Apostle Ancestor.”

     

    “An Apostle Ancestor. What are they?”

     

    “Ah right I forget that your not entirely used to, well, magic like that. Apostle Ancestors really are an interesting blight upon this land. A Dead Apostle is almost identical to a Vampire, they drink blood to live, can turn people into Apostles with a bite and are weakened heavily under the sun. What makes them different is that they’re well, alien in nature and, as far as we know are beyond the powers of normal Vampires. They can regenerate by reversing their own personal time, which I guess basically teleports them backwards through time but leaves the time of the outside world as it normally is, and generally have enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, sight, and just about everything else. The Apostle Ancestors are essentially super-powered versions of regular Apostles, and…”

     

    Despite my every attempt to listen to Martin’s rather passionate lecture, I have to admit. Ah, most of this is flying over my head, Martin’s rather good at explaining things honestly, it’s just he prefers to go with the longest possible explanation.

     

    “Ah. So, super power alien Vampires. Got it.”

     

    “Well, hehe. I suppose that sums it up. Yeah, so the point is I think I can stop most of the weaker ones in time but if you managed to piss off one of the more powerful ones somehow…We’d be, well, completely screwed.”

     

    Like clockwork, Martin simply restarted his work blessing and protecting the place around us the minute he felt he conversation end. His spells were becoming slower, but much more powerful at this rate, weaving visible changes in reality like it was nothing. Everything began to expand, walls shifting upwards, outwards, becoming larger. The floors split into two, forming a second story above us and a sub-basement that had never existed. Everything was larger, more confusing, just looking at the door to my right caused massive headaches and the walls were twisting. Wait, is that.

     

    “Sorry Master, I forgot how weird my Alteration spells can get a little bit. I basically, well it’s kind of complicated but just think of it as me permanently altering the fabric of reality so suit a timeless place.”

     

    That…made no sense to me at all, but I’ll trust Martin knows what he’s doing. After all, he’s Martin. Perhaps, this will all be worth it even if we don’t win this war. Just the chance for him to be alive, even if it’s only for a few months. It will all be worth it as long as he’s here with me.

Comments

5 Comments   |   DeltaFox and 2 others like this.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  August 9
    I wish you would write more DB...... You've a talent for it.
    • Dragonborn1921
      Dragonborn1921
      Sotek
      Sotek
      Sotek
      I wish you would write more DB...... You've a talent for it.
        ·  August 9
      Ah, thanks Sotek that means a lot. I don't think it's really anything flash but who am I to argue :P I assume by that you mean longer chapters (if you mean more, I've got Chapter 3 on the way, it just takes me a bit to write since I've got so many things ...  more
      • Sotek
        Sotek
        Dragonborn1921
        Dragonborn1921
        Dragonborn1921
        Ah, thanks Sotek that means a lot. I don't think it's really anything flash but who am I to argue :P I assume by that you mean longer chapters (if you mean more, I've got Chapter 3 on the way, it just takes me a bit to write since I've got so many things ...  more
          ·  August 9
        I wouldn't concern yourself with longer chapters. I tend to keep to below 5000. Ultimately it's the chapter which determines it's length.
        Writing more in general would be great to see. Like you said though. There's so much you are into in TV.  ...  more
  • DeltaFox
    DeltaFox   ·  August 8
    A nice little twist on Martin Septim. I'm really happy to you decided to write this, DB. You're great at describing the enviroment. Keep it up. :)
    • Dragonborn1921
      Dragonborn1921
      DeltaFox
      DeltaFox
      DeltaFox
      A nice little twist on Martin Septim. I'm really happy to you decided to write this, DB. You're great at describing the enviroment. Keep it up. :)
        ·  August 8
      Thanks Delta :D