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
Chapter 3: Those that walk in the deep (Coming soon)
(Last paragraph from previous chapter: Daydreams on the Plains of Battle)
A large elf approached Elendil, carrying a two handed sword. “Olorin!” He called out, but Elendil did not hear him. “Elendil Olorin!” He called again, to which the elf finally looked at him. The Commanding Elf sent an order, “We just breached the walls! Take to your post, I’m sending you to the walls! Once you are there take a unit and scout ahead and prepare the way for us!” Elendil Olorin stood up and replied, “Yes sir!” the Officer looked at Elendil’s broken bow and damaged helmet. “Do you need to re-supply?” Elendil looking down at himself, smirked and said. “No sir.” He pulled from his back, a magical staff that belonged to his Master, leaving his helmet, bow and quiver behind, he pulled up his brown hood above his head. Sheathing his sword after putting on his gauntlets he carried his staff and ran towards the great wall.
Chapter 2: Taking the Walls (An Elder Scrolls Fan Fiction)- By Caleb Davis
Elendil ran with quick swiftness. Arrows flying passed him and near him, he would dodge each one with great aerobics as he sprinted the grassy field. When he finally made his way to the wall, he had no time to ask questions or wait for orders. Everything seemed to flow like a breeze with his thinking pattern. As fellow elven archers shot their arrows towards the Imperial defenders who sat on top of the great wall they would see Elendil rush through the ranks, his eyes fixed on a ladder who still remained standing against the enemy structure. “Cover fire!” Yelled Elendil as he jumped to the wooden ladder, climbing up as quick as he could he watched as his allies had heard his order and sent a barrage of arrows towards the top of the wall.
When Elendil reached the top he extended his hand, sending a great deal of flames in front of him. This spell helped distract and separate his enemies long enough for him to hop over the wall and into the mouth of his foes. There was not enough time to draw his sword as the enemies turned to attack him, he drew his staff and used it as a melee weapon. Flurries attacks came from Elendil mixed with magic, he would swing the staff around his back as he turned around and struck the first enemy he saw in the neck with the head of his staff. He used the head again to thrust a painful blow to the imperials stomach, this short pause allowed him to use magic to swirl a large fire around him, sending it to the ranks.
The Aldmeri forces on the grounds were inspired by the skillful attacks and flowing combos Elendil used as he cut through the enemy forces like a knife cutting through butter. Filled with moral they pushed forward with a mighty victorious charge, ladders locked with the walls, battering rams hammered their way through the gates, and catapults ceased to fire as all the troops swarmed towards the walls to aid who they thought was a young mage. Elendil was finally given enough time to draw his sword, duel wielding the staff and sword as one shot fourth a mighty stretch of fire it would cease for his sword to swim through the imperials. When the elven forces came to join him in his massacre he sheathed his staff across his back, letting him grip his sword with two hands to challenge his enemies with full focus on swordsmanship.
The Aldmeri Dominion had successfully claimed the first strike to the walls, but there was still a long process before the walls separating Cyrodill and the Aldmeri Dominion were taken. A fortress which was a key objective in controlling the walls was still untouched and a great foe. Elendil’s objective was to scout ahead and pave a way for the armies to penetrate through all Imperial defenses towards the official lines of cyrodiil. As the elves finally were given a resting point some of them sat down and recuperated, others sung and danced with victory, Elendil walked among the ranks and searched for a suitable squad. Eventually he had picked out a Khajiit named Pl’aiq who duel wielded daggers as his weapon of choice, a wood elf by the name of Shunroe who was keen and unmatched with his bow, and another high elf named Belac who wielded a great Hammer.
Elendil found a quieter place among the great wall and addressed them, “Alright men, I have chosen you three to accompany me to scout ahead for the Dominion, there is a fort just north of these great walls that our armies need to reach. Our goal is simple, pave the way for the Queens army. Are we clear?” Asked Elendil, demanding respect. To which he gratefully received a clear, “Yes sir!” He smirked and nodded and gestured them to follow.
"We will need to search for a checkpoint on the walls, a means by which the soldiers go back to the ground." The troop began to jog along the thick, and large wall. After a few minutes they had not seen their objective, until a squad of Imperials began to be barely spotted in the distance. On top of this wall there was no hiding, there was only quickness. "Kill them!" ordered Elendil as he used both his free hands to charge up a fireball. Shunroe drew his bow quicker than one could blink and began firing arrows at the enemy scouts. Two of them fell, the others drew their shields to block the arrows, another soldier out of the original five went down as Elendil struck them with his ball of fire. Pl’aiq jumped up and drew his knives, scaling the edge of the wall with great balance and with great speed. The remaining two enemies would not even have the time to draw a weapon before the Khajiit jumped in their ranks. The first imperial to come in contact with Pl’aiq received three deadly slices to their torso before being kicked in the chest and off the wall. An Imperial went to stab the khajiit in the back with his broadsword until he all of a sudden he was hit with great force off of the other side of the wall. Pl’aiq turned to see that Belac had saved his life with his mighty hammer. The khajiit bowed to the elf, "Pl’aiq thanks the tall one for saving his life." Belac smiled and rested his hammer on his back, "Don’t mention it." He would say as he turned to greet Elendil and Shunroe who had walked up to them. Elendil congratulated the squad on their good team work and gestured that they kept walking. "These scouts must have not come too far from an entrance." Thought Elendil to himself, it was quickly confirmed as when they turned the walls corner, they were greeted with a tall structure which seemed to go into the rocky mountain that represented the border between Cyrodiil and Elweyr. A doorway was left open, "There are your stairs, Elendil." said Shunroe calmly, his painted face showed little emotion at all in any situation as the group walked towards the dark doorway. It smelled moist as they walked deeper down into the darkness. Elendil opened his palm, letting a light illuminate itself and after leaving his hand, hovered above the group to light their path. "Well this is a pleasant experience, isn’t it?" asked Elendil to his group jokingly. Pl’aiq responded, "Yes, if Pl’aiq wasn’t busy killing imperials, Pl’aiq would call this paradise. A wonderful vacation." The group laughed at the sarcasm in the khajiit’s voice until they suddenly stopped. 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..
(What dark creatures of the deep did Elendil and his group discover? Find out on the next chapter, “Those that Walk in the Deep”)