CHAPTER 1: Daydreams on the Plains of Battle http://calebstewartdavis.tumblr.com/post/56715618847/short-story-for-elder-scrolls-online-fan-fiction
CHAPTER 2: Taking the Walls http://calebstewartdavis.tumblr.com/post/63471664693/short-story-for-elder-scrolls-online-fan-fiction
CHAPTER 3: Those that Walk in the Deep
The air seemed thin as Elendil gave a halting hand gesture. Something sounded odd, a groaning sound. We heard slow and dragging footsteps in the dark, it almost sounded dead..
The fellowship drew their weapons as the horrid creature appeared, it was an undead soldier; risen through some form of necromancy or curse. Shunroe attacked the zombie, drawing his bow and firing an arrow the wood elf looked surprised as it did nothing. Knocking the zombie back a little, but it simply turned its undead head towards us and slowly began to draw nearer. As some of the group panicked, unsure what would happen if it touched them. They all watched as it had suddenly caught aflame. Elendil, as the caster of the fire which killed the zombie stepped forward. He tapped the zombie with his staff and said, “Well, that seemed to have done it.” He would turn with a smile, but it did not last very long when we began to hear something very unsettling.
Down in the deep of the cave, groans and noises arose. It would appear as the squad made its way towards the source that we awoke the army of zombies that laid dormant in the deep. Belac raised his hammer and yelled, “I shall not be bettered by one who has already been slain!” And giving a courageous war cry, we all charged deeper into the dark mountain. A small narrow path would guide our way down to the large cleared area filled with undead. For they were the only thing in between our mission and us. Filled with moral we charged the zombie ranks, cutting through them like a knife on butter, for those attacks which held no magic, it would seem only a few more hits than a regular fatal blow would suffice in bringing down the undead. Belac took point, swinging his hammer and forcing zombies meters away from us with his brute force. Shunroe combined with great aerobics, continued firing his bow with quick speed and accuracy. Quickly behind him to finish the job was Pl’aiq with his deadly knives which delivered deep gashes into the zombies. In the rear of the company was Elendil who would ultimately finish off the zombie forces, duel wielding his sword and staff for a combination of magical fire and flourishing sword tactics would consume the room and the enemies within. It would almost be a beautiful sight the way the flames would weave like paint being brushed on to a canvas, had it not been for the current situation.
"It feels like they never stop coming!" Yelled Belac as he continued to hammer through his enemies. Constant combos from teamwork seemed to be working well, but it would not last forever.
It would seem victory was imminent, until we heard some large earthshaking footsteps. We turned behind us, and out of another part of the dark cave came a monstrous mountain troll. It was a large, hairy, apelike creature with sharp fangs, claws, and long powerful arms. With a large roar it charged towards us, running through undead like they were play toys to be tossed.
"Scatter!!" Commanded Elendil. The two high elves jumped to their right, and the khajiit and the wood elf jumped to the left; letting the troll rampage into the space they once were at. Instantly as the troll turned it found several arrows attempting to penetrate it, followed by a vigorous display of fire, it seemed to simply slash it away like flies until a pounding hammer struck its stomach. When it bellowed over slightly in reaction to the pain, Pl’aiq jumped from the hammer wielders back, using him as a boost and wrapped itself around the backside of the trolls neck. The cat like creature began stabbing away with his knives, causing the troll to rage and flail its body trying to throw the khajiit off him. Belac took this opportunity of confusion in the troll to take his hammer and smack it against its knee. Followed by a fleet of arrows and a painful fireball from Elendil. The troll collapsed to the ground.
Some more zombies from the abyss slowly began to find themselves in the same cavern as the company again, and it would not be long until the troll started to stand up again.
"Elendil we are going to die in here, we’re trapped!" Yelled Belac.
Shunroe instantly chimed in, “Maybe not, look!” He pointed to a small opening which had a small flicker of lick coming through.
"Everyone to the opening, now!" commanded elendil again as they all sprinted, killing off a few zombies on the way.
Through the narrow cave opening, the company squeezed themselves through one by one. Elendil would send a vigorous blaze of fire before leaving that part of the cave with his companions.
The path they walked now in the mountain was very tight, practically squeezing themselves through the rocks.
"Pl’aiq no like this." said the khajiit
Shunroe replied, “Ah it is not so bad if you don’t think about it.”
"Wood elf makes no sense."
"Be quiet!" Whispered Belac frustrated. We all looked ahead into where we walked to see some sunlight coming from around the corner. As we drew nearer, we looked outside the exit of this demented mountain to see we had stumbled upon a rather large imperial camp. The landscape was a deep forest with a highway a few kilometers away. It appears walking down and through the mountain brought us to the other side of the imperial wall, placing us now in enemy territory. We quickly exited the mountain and hid among some bushes and trees as we observed the imperial camp which seemed to be preparing for battle. Judging by the sunlight and temperature it seemed to be around three in the afternoon.
"Shunroe," said Elendil. "how many imperials would you say?"
The wood elf kept his keen eyes fixed on the different movements of the enemy. “Around two hundred.”
Belac slumped down into the grass and grumbled. “Out of the frying pan, and into the fire it would seem. How far is it to that fortress that the Queen’s army needs to get to?”
"Ten miles." said Elendil.
The whole company simply sat there for a moment, trying to devise a plan, but none of them seemed to turn out successful in the end.
"Well we can’t just wait forever we have to do something!" Said Belac but before anyone could respond, there seemed to be a stirring commotion in the camp ground. We all looked up to see charging fleets of horses, but it was no army from the Queen. The flag they bore, belonged to The Daggerfall Covenant.
Now not only does Elendil and his company have to worry about the imperials, the armies of the Daggerfall Covenant have arrived as well. What will happen next?
Coming soon to a blog near you: Chapter 4: Out of the Frying Pan, and into the Fire