The Phantom
Consulting Criminal
The World of Worms
Everyone knows the story. Or I suppose now I should say knew the story of the Dragonborn. How he rose to fulfil his destiny and slew the dragon-god Alduin. Just as the Elder Scrolls foretold. Upon his return the mighty warrior began seeking a new purpose. He was approached by a strange man one day. Something seemed wrong about him. A bluish tint seemed to glow on his body and his speech was slurred. Nevertheless the hero listened and the man told him of a legend. That if three powerful artefacts were brought together in a place called "Echo Cave" be would be granted unimaginable power.
The artefacts were known as: the Necromancer's amulet, Bloodworm Helm and the Staff of Worms. Intrigued the Dragonborn obtained the items and travelled to Cyrodiil in search of the cave. Upon its discovery he took note of the various torn, moth eaten banners. Corpses littered the cave despite the fact he could tell they had been dead a long time. For once even the Dragonborn was unnerved yet he did not waver. The hero soon reached the inner sanctum and what was there, was nothing. Yet there was something not right about the nothing, almost like there should be; or at least was.
Un-phased by this the Dragonborn took out the artefacts and carefully laid them out across the cavern floor. From the corner rose the skeleton of a High Elf, it began to float to where the Dragonborn had laid out the artefacts. He stepped back, the Dragonborn killed skeletons with no problem, in fact they where the easiest things he had killed. But this one practically radiated power, for once the Dragonborn was scared! It stopped by the artefacts at which point the Helm flew onto its skull, the Amulet to the neck and as the Staff was grasped by the right hand the whole room lit up as the torches were lit. This revealed one thing. A banner, this one was unmanaged revealing its design. A skull but not just any skull, that of the Order of the Worm.
Horrified, the Dragonborn looked upon the skeleton as it began to grow back flesh in a disgusting reverse-decomposition. What was soon left was an elderly High Elf, his skin looked rotted, his long flowing hair was pure white and his eyes were a piercing orange. The first Lich and the most powerful Necromancer in history had returned.
Hopelessly the Dragonborn shouted "YOL TOR SHUUL" only for the Elf to cast a ward and block it. As it slowly approached the Dragonborn, the great hero saw no other option but to attack. He charged at him and slashed his left arm completely off, only to be met with a cold laugh as the limb grew back. Our legend began slashing repeatedly with all his might but to no avail. Soon all the corpses he had passed on the way came from behind and restrained him. All glowing with the same bluish tint. They restrained him as the Lich walked over and used his magic to force him to his knees. Raising the Staff of Worms high above his head he then plunged it down through the Dragonborn's chest.
The Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin had been killed. Knowing full well that a Dragons would return he trapped it in the nearby discarded colossal black soul gem. Using the power of the Staff he reanimated the Dragonborn, now glowing with the same bluish tint as the others.
Of course if you hadn't figured it out by now the bluish tint meant that they were undead. Also the High Elf Lich was Mannimarco, the first and most powerful lich in history. Thrice killed he is now back. For those of you who are unfamiliar I shall give a quick backstory.
Mannimarco was born approximately 1,400 years ago and at the age of 20 joined the Psijic Order where he became good friends with Vanus Galerion. Soon after though Mannimarco began to dabble in Necromancy so Galerion and the Psijics denounced him a traitor. Leaving them he founded the Order of the Worm, a cult of Necromancer's and his old friend went on to found the Mages Guild. His practices reached their epitome when he stored his soul in a chest known as a Phylactery. Becoming the first lich, replacing his blood with acid and his body becoming undead. Another note is that he could no longer cast the normal schools of magic, instead using Death Magic. This all culminated in a massive battle between Mages and Necromancers in which Mannimarco and Galerion killed each other along with 1000 others.
His soul lingered in his Phylactery and he made a deal with Molag Bal to restore him and began making deals with the Empire to raise their dead for the army. He began biding his time and soon began attacking the Mages Guild but was ultimately stopped and his plans halted. The Arch-Mage sacrificed himself into a colossal black soul gem to protect his star pupil from Mannimarco's magic. There was a battle which again marked the end of the Lich.
This time he made a bargain with Namira and Hermaeus Mora, they would revive him in return for the Dragonborn's soul. As you saw he was rather successful. Namira had furthered his powers giving his thralls an infectious bite and soon he dominated all of Tamriel with his undead. Now leaving only a few survivors left it is up to them to stop him and take back Tamriel.
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The Jester was in the middle of Whiterun when he heard a small noise. Well to be precise it was very loud screaming coming from the inn, but to him it was rather insignificant; he was quite used to screaming. Although something seemed different about this screaming, this wasn't "Stab stab" screaming this was... Something other.
So he decided to investigate the Bannered Mare and saw that one of the tenants was trying to eat the barmaid, Sadia. Finding this rather humorous he burst out laughing at the prospect and yelled "I don't suppose there's a price on the menu for that meal?" The Jester had had his fun, so he walked over to the man and pulled him away. Only to see his eyes where white and he glowed with a bluish tint. Upon realising he was undead the Jester pulled out his favourite ebony dagger and stabbed it through the eye "Problem Solved!"
He took a bow but that was when the barmaid got back up glowing with a bluish tint. Rolling his eyes the Jester stabbed her repeatedly until she finally turned to dust. For some reason he had worked up a thirst during the endeavour and shouted to the inn "Who have I got to kill to get a drink around here?" The innkeeper promptly handed him a bottle of wine which he accepted and drank in silence.
Then he decided to leave the inn and head to Dragonsreach to finish his contract. For the past few years he had been working as a freelance assassin after he was exiled from the Dark Brotherhood for being too extreme. The specific reason was when he beat his target to death with a metal pipe. Cut off his face, sent it to his wife gift wrapped and then burnt the corpse.
Upon exiting the inn he saw that in the brief time he was drinking and stabbing the barmaid most of Whiterun had been zombified. He muttered to himself "Well that escalated quickly..." Before charging the nearest zombie. The zombies appeared to either limp or be extremely sluggish, finding that both entertaining and useful he power-walked out the city believing his target was probably already dead, as was the client. Whenever one got in his way he just cut out it's legs and laughed as it tried to crawl after him.
Heading north towards the large house he had often seen, he found himself mumbling a song "Brynjolf's falmer blood elixir, always does the trick sir..." Little did he know that the house was in fact the now late Dragonborn's house so when he arrived he found it void of all life. The Jester decided that this would be a good place to hole up in due to the large amounts of food and the towers.
That was the Jesters first encounter with the undead, four months ago. By now the undead have practically taken over the whole of Tamriel and he had been living in that house most of the time. He got supplies either by hunting or visiting the remains if Whiterun.
One day he was out hunting when he came across a zombified hunter. The Jester jumped down from his tree onto the zombie, plunging his knife through its head. It appeared to have killed a deer but he stayed away from it. Only one bite was all it took to contaminate organic matter. Suddenly he heard something and what appeared to be a survivor emerged in the distance. The figure was too distant to make out
"Who are you? And will you be trouble? I hope not, it'd be such a shame to have to leave you without a smile... Or I could carve a smile on your face?!"
Everyone knows the story. Or I suppose now I should say knew the story of the Dragonborn. How he rose to fulfil his destiny and slew the dragon-god Alduin. Just as the Elder Scrolls foretold. Upon his return the mighty warrior began seeking a new purpose. He was approached by a strange man one day. Something seemed wrong about him. A bluish tint seemed to glow on his body and his speech was slurred. Nevertheless the hero listened and the man told him of a legend. That if three powerful artefacts were brought together in a place called "Echo Cave" be would be granted unimaginable power.
The artefacts were known as: the Necromancer's amulet, Bloodworm Helm and the Staff of Worms. Intrigued the Dragonborn obtained the items and travelled to Cyrodiil in search of the cave. Upon its discovery he took note of the various torn, moth eaten banners. Corpses littered the cave despite the fact he could tell they had been dead a long time. For once even the Dragonborn was unnerved yet he did not waver. The hero soon reached the inner sanctum and what was there, was nothing. Yet there was something not right about the nothing, almost like there should be; or at least was.
Un-phased by this the Dragonborn took out the artefacts and carefully laid them out across the cavern floor. From the corner rose the skeleton of a High Elf, it began to float to where the Dragonborn had laid out the artefacts. He stepped back, the Dragonborn killed skeletons with no problem, in fact they where the easiest things he had killed. But this one practically radiated power, for once the Dragonborn was scared! It stopped by the artefacts at which point the Helm flew onto its skull, the Amulet to the neck and as the Staff was grasped by the right hand the whole room lit up as the torches were lit. This revealed one thing. A banner, this one was unmanaged revealing its design. A skull but not just any skull, that of the Order of the Worm.
Horrified, the Dragonborn looked upon the skeleton as it began to grow back flesh in a disgusting reverse-decomposition. What was soon left was an elderly High Elf, his skin looked rotted, his long flowing hair was pure white and his eyes were a piercing orange. The first Lich and the most powerful Necromancer in history had returned.
Hopelessly the Dragonborn shouted "YOL TOR SHUUL" only for the Elf to cast a ward and block it. As it slowly approached the Dragonborn, the great hero saw no other option but to attack. He charged at him and slashed his left arm completely off, only to be met with a cold laugh as the limb grew back. Our legend began slashing repeatedly with all his might but to no avail. Soon all the corpses he had passed on the way came from behind and restrained him. All glowing with the same bluish tint. They restrained him as the Lich walked over and used his magic to force him to his knees. Raising the Staff of Worms high above his head he then plunged it down through the Dragonborn's chest.
The Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin had been killed. Knowing full well that a Dragons would return he trapped it in the nearby discarded colossal black soul gem. Using the power of the Staff he reanimated the Dragonborn, now glowing with the same bluish tint as the others.
Of course if you hadn't figured it out by now the bluish tint meant that they were undead. Also the High Elf Lich was Mannimarco, the first and most powerful lich in history. Thrice killed he is now back. For those of you who are unfamiliar I shall give a quick backstory.
Mannimarco was born approximately 1,400 years ago and at the age of 20 joined the Psijic Order where he became good friends with Vanus Galerion. Soon after though Mannimarco began to dabble in Necromancy so Galerion and the Psijics denounced him a traitor. Leaving them he founded the Order of the Worm, a cult of Necromancer's and his old friend went on to found the Mages Guild. His practices reached their epitome when he stored his soul in a chest known as a Phylactery. Becoming the first lich, replacing his blood with acid and his body becoming undead. Another note is that he could no longer cast the normal schools of magic, instead using Death Magic. This all culminated in a massive battle between Mages and Necromancers in which Mannimarco and Galerion killed each other along with 1000 others.
His soul lingered in his Phylactery and he made a deal with Molag Bal to restore him and began making deals with the Empire to raise their dead for the army. He began biding his time and soon began attacking the Mages Guild but was ultimately stopped and his plans halted. The Arch-Mage sacrificed himself into a colossal black soul gem to protect his star pupil from Mannimarco's magic. There was a battle which again marked the end of the Lich.
This time he made a bargain with Namira and Hermaeus Mora, they would revive him in return for the Dragonborn's soul. As you saw he was rather successful. Namira had furthered his powers giving his thralls an infectious bite and soon he dominated all of Tamriel with his undead. Now leaving only a few survivors left it is up to them to stop him and take back Tamriel.
__________________________
The Jester was in the middle of Whiterun when he heard a small noise. Well to be precise it was very loud screaming coming from the inn, but to him it was rather insignificant; he was quite used to screaming. Although something seemed different about this screaming, this wasn't "Stab stab" screaming this was... Something other.
So he decided to investigate the Bannered Mare and saw that one of the tenants was trying to eat the barmaid, Sadia. Finding this rather humorous he burst out laughing at the prospect and yelled "I don't suppose there's a price on the menu for that meal?" The Jester had had his fun, so he walked over to the man and pulled him away. Only to see his eyes where white and he glowed with a bluish tint. Upon realising he was undead the Jester pulled out his favourite ebony dagger and stabbed it through the eye "Problem Solved!"
He took a bow but that was when the barmaid got back up glowing with a bluish tint. Rolling his eyes the Jester stabbed her repeatedly until she finally turned to dust. For some reason he had worked up a thirst during the endeavour and shouted to the inn "Who have I got to kill to get a drink around here?" The innkeeper promptly handed him a bottle of wine which he accepted and drank in silence.
Then he decided to leave the inn and head to Dragonsreach to finish his contract. For the past few years he had been working as a freelance assassin after he was exiled from the Dark Brotherhood for being too extreme. The specific reason was when he beat his target to death with a metal pipe. Cut off his face, sent it to his wife gift wrapped and then burnt the corpse.
Upon exiting the inn he saw that in the brief time he was drinking and stabbing the barmaid most of Whiterun had been zombified. He muttered to himself "Well that escalated quickly..." Before charging the nearest zombie. The zombies appeared to either limp or be extremely sluggish, finding that both entertaining and useful he power-walked out the city believing his target was probably already dead, as was the client. Whenever one got in his way he just cut out it's legs and laughed as it tried to crawl after him.
Heading north towards the large house he had often seen, he found himself mumbling a song "Brynjolf's falmer blood elixir, always does the trick sir..." Little did he know that the house was in fact the now late Dragonborn's house so when he arrived he found it void of all life. The Jester decided that this would be a good place to hole up in due to the large amounts of food and the towers.
That was the Jesters first encounter with the undead, four months ago. By now the undead have practically taken over the whole of Tamriel and he had been living in that house most of the time. He got supplies either by hunting or visiting the remains if Whiterun.
One day he was out hunting when he came across a zombified hunter. The Jester jumped down from his tree onto the zombie, plunging his knife through its head. It appeared to have killed a deer but he stayed away from it. Only one bite was all it took to contaminate organic matter. Suddenly he heard something and what appeared to be a survivor emerged in the distance. The figure was too distant to make out
"Who are you? And will you be trouble? I hope not, it'd be such a shame to have to leave you without a smile... Or I could carve a smile on your face?!"