The Bond of Shadow

Brizz

The Bond of Shadow - Part 1

The wind stood still as the lonely nightblade surveyed his sorroundings. He was no stranger to this hill, he knew that reinforcements traversed this path up to Fort Ash on a regular basis... but this night seemed different. The air was thick and the clouds seemed to darken rapidly, as if trying to hide from someone. Brizz glanced at his hands and noticed that they were fading... as if the air around him was shrouding his senses. Reacting quickly, he concealed himself in his Dark Cloak and ducked behind a rock, seeing nothing but Shadows. When his vision returned, he was completely surrounded.

Brizz Froze. There was at least 25 men, bearing the colors of the Ebonheart Pact. At the front of the legion stood their leader, for it was clear that these men followed his every command. Brizz knew that the only reason he still drew breath was because this dark leader wished it. He loomed over Brizz, as if he was curious or fascinated by him.

"Where is your Gear?" His voice was deep and... foreign. Brizz could tell that he came from a land far away, possibly even across the sea.

"I hate an unfair fight."

The group of men began to laugh. Brizz glared at them and gritted his teeth. Their leader made a small gesture, and the crowd fell silent.

"Let us see then." The Dark Lord leaped off his horse and was upon Brizz instantly. They battled back and forth for nearly 5 minutes, but Brizz could tell that the leader was nearly out of stamina, for he was breathing heavily. Brizz took advantage of the weekness and summoned a final demonic assault on the leader, sending him into a Mass Hysteria. He Plunged his blade into the man in an attempt to Harvest his Soul, and with a final crippling slash, he finished the fight with his Killer's Blade.

Standing over the dead leader, Brizz readied himself for the inevitable counter attack. Instead, the guild gazed upon him in perfect silence, as if commanded from the grave.

"You fight harder then any Nightblade I have ever seen." Chills ran up Brizz's spine. The foreign voice was now inside his head, as if whispering to his soul. "I have a feeling we will be seeing eachother very soon."

The air began to darken again as Brizz's senses dissappeared for the second time. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to shake the shadows off. When he opened them, the men were gone... The dead leader, gone... as if the whole thing was only a nightmare.

But Brizz knew it was real. He could sense it in his bones. He hesitated for a moment... then asked, "Who are you?"

"...Zazeer."

Brizz

*Every part of this story is inspired by real events that took place in Cyrodiil*





The Bond of Shadow - Part 2

It had been a week or so since the encounter of shadows, and Brizz was... Different. War didn't feel the same. For every foe slain, he could feel a surge of intoxicating adrenaline... and he liked it. He would leap from man to man, driving his blade into the heart of each enemy, and for every life taken, he seemed to get stronger.

Only now he was not alone. He could feel the presence of Zazeer, and he knew now that he needed allies. So Brizz put together a group of thieves that called themselves "The Undead Lords". He refused to be caught off guard again only to sheepishly lose his life.

The Undead Lords hid themselves in the woods outside of Nikel Outpost. You could hear the clatter of steel and wood to the north as the Daggerfall Covenant fought to defend the walls of Fort Ash against the waves of Aldmeri Dominion. Brizz knew that conflict was imminent here, but the enemy he now gazed upon surprised him, and delighted him at the same time.

It was Zazeer and his Guild of Shadows. There was about 9 to 10 men following The Dark Leader, and Brizz knew that he had just as many Undead Lords. So he gestured to his men to quietly approach the guild to try and attack from behind. As he did so, Zazeer froze and looked behind him as if he knew the ambush was coming.

There was an explosion of shouts as the two groups collided. Brizz Vanished behind his Dark Cloak and leaped onto the first approaching Shadow. He was surprised as the man quickly dodged his attack and countered with a slash of his own. Brizz realized that this was no ordinary group. The fight waged on, with shields and blades dancing around him. The intoxication of battle seemed to make Brizz lose himself, as if his movements were not entirely of his own mind. The fight went back and forth, with neither group gaining any ground on the other.

"Teutonic, be careful! He wont go down easily!" Zazeer shouted to his comrade as Brizz fought this Dragon Knight. Every time Brizz would nearly kill him, the templar named Picard would heal his wounds and reinvigorate the fight. The fight waged on, then suddenly an arrow came slicing through the air from behind Brizz and struck Teutonic in the chest, killing him instantly. Brizz spun around to see an archer, bearing the yellow colors of the Aldmeri Dominion.

He notched another arrow and Brizz dove behind the cover of a tree. He looked to his left to see another Aldmeri cutting down one of his Undead Lords. Brizz felt a bloodlust well up inside him unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The Dominion showed their true numbers now, and it nearly doubled that of Brizz's and Zazeer's group combined.

<They must die> Zazeer's voice echoed in Brizz's mind.

<Agreed> Brizz answered back, unconcerned about the voice in his head.

"ATTACK THE ALDMERI! THE PACT WONT HARM YOU!" Brizz shouted to his allies. They were confused for a moment, but quickly realized that the pact was no longer fighting them. The Undead Lords quickly fell behind Brizz, as the Guild of Shadows did the same behind Zazeer.

Together, they ripped through the first wave of Aldmeri. The Dominion was smug and overconfident in their numbers, but the expressions on their faces changed rapidly as they watched their allies get quickly disposed of. This temporary alliance between the Pact and Covenant seemed unstoppable as they easily wiped the battlefield clean of all Aldmeri. Brizz stood blood-soaked over bodies of yellow trying to catch his breath. He looked over towards the pact to see a similar scene. A smile crept onto his face but was quickly interrupted as the sky began to open up.

"AN AMUSING DISPLAY! INSECTS KILLING INSECTS. LETS SEE HOW YOU FARE AGAINST THE HELLS OF COLDHARBOUR" The voice was unmistakable. Molag Bal.

Giant chains of steel crashed down from the heavens and ripped open the ground. They coiled and thrashed, then snapped tight, anchoring the hells of coldharbour to the world of Nirn. Demons and daedra came crashing down from space. This was no longer a fight of mortals.

The Guild of Shadows and Undead Lords formed up behind Brizz and Zazeer. The two looked at each other, then back at the army they now faced.

<Shall we?> Zazeer's said, smiling.

<With Pleasure> Brizz responded.

ZOS_ArtG

Hello, folks.

We have had to remove several posts for inappropriate comments that were in violation of our Code of Conduct. As this thread was posted within the Alliance War, we feel that an excellent story such as this may find a better home within Fiction & Roleplaying. We hope this portion of the forums will provide you with better feedback to your creative story.

Sighlynce

I loved reading this.

Calluna

I read this in the Alliance War this morning when I was getting my daily dose of PVP whining and loved it as a refreshing change. I also think it belonged there just as much as the Fiction & Roleplaying forum. Seems to me it would have been better to remove the offending posts and leave it where it was because the OP is obviously a PVP'er.

Brizz

Part 3 coming soon

Brizz

*Every part of this story is inspired by real events that took place in Cyrodiil*





The Bond of Shadow - Part 3

The Bosmer looked over his shoulder as he followed his group of Aldmeri towards Castle Faregyl. The Ebonheart Pact seemed much more aggressive these days in the realm of Celarus, much more then he was used to. Castle Faregyl was his home, and he intended to gut every last Pact member he could find, for they had captured it the night before. As he positioned his Balliste atop the hill, a shrill scream pierced the air from the south. One of his fellow Aldmeri lay bleeding maybe 20 yards away, yet there was no enemy in sight. He was about to run towards the scene, but froze when a redguard materialized in front of him, releasing an arrow aimed directly at his face.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_iEu46bMyw

Brizz quickly disposed of the group. He was fast and ruthless now, having harvested thousands of souls to bolster his strength. His ambition was great. Brizz had traveled to the realm of Celarus in a hope to one day sit upon the imperial throne. He yearned for the power of emperor. It would appear that he was close to succeeding too. His name was on every tongue in the realm, for he would battle day and night against any enemy. There was only one problem though... Surio.

Surio was another NightBlade from the Daggerfall Covenant that hated Brizz. It seemed that no matter how hard Brizz fought, Surio would gain the same renoun even though he was rarely seen on the battlefield. Brizz knew something devious was afoot, so he decided to investigate. After a day of searching for Surio, he finally found him at a Lumbermill deep in the Admeri Dominion's territory near Castle Bloodmayne. Oddly enough, the Lumbermill was controlled by the Covenant, even though Surio was the only defender to be seen.

Brizz hid behind a rock and patiently waited. His breath stopped suddenly as he spotted an Aldmeri knight approaching Surio at the lumbermill. As the warrior got closer, Brizz expected them to clash into combat. What he witnessed was something far worse. The Admeri Knight lifted its helm off, and out of it flowed locks of long blond hair. The knight was a woman. She approached Surio and they embraced eachother. It was clear to Brizz now... everything Surio did... was because of her. Was at her will. From here he could see her eyes... and they burned in a deep shade of red. Was she some kind of sorcerer? Who else could be under this dark seductresses influence? Brizz fled the scene.

Brizz knew now that everything Surio gained was somehow because of her. The only confort he had was knowing that Surio had no army that could take the capitol to gain emperorship... but he was wrong.

The instant that Surio gained enough renown to become emperor, Celarus flowed over with Daggerfall Covenant. Brizz felt sick. Sick of what the Covenant had become. Sick that it could be so easily manipulated. Disgusted that he was a part of it. In an instant, Surio was Emperor. Effortlessly. Brizz felt devastated. But more then that... he felt hatred.

It was a few days later when Zazeer contacted Brizz.

<You fight alone, yet you know that you are not alone. Let me show you the strength in the Shadows> From the gloom of the night appeared over twenty men riding dark stallions. The man in front was of no surprise. Zazeer. They flew past in a blur headed towards castle Alessia. Brizz mounted his horse and struggled to catch up. The night filled with blood and destruction. Every keep easier then the next. Before he knew it, Brizz and the Guild of Shadows were gathered at the foot of the Imperial Capitol.

"THE PACT IS HERE!" A guard called out as an alarm rang throughout the city. Zazeer let out a deep laugh and urged his horse forward. With Brizz at their side, the Guild of Shadowy men fought through waves of Daggerfall Covenant all the way to the throne room. Brizz kicked in the door.

In the throne sat Surio. To his left was his mistress, the Aldmeri seductress. Surio started to open his mouth to speak, but before he could, Brizz Vanished from view and appeared next to him. Without a word, Brizz drove his sword through Surios mouth and out the back of his skull. The room was dead silent except for the clang of the crown as it clattered to the floor. In another single movement, Brizz yanked the sword out of surio, spun, and sliced the head from the womans shoulders. The air stood still as the head bounced to a stop landing next to the crown.

"You are ready" Zazeer's voice echoed in Brizz's mind as well as the throne room.

"Do it." Brizz replied. Zazeer approached slowly and placed his palm on Brizz's forehead. Brizz's skin darkened and withered away as Zazeer siphoned his soul from his body. His eyes grew dark and vanished within his skull. The corpse fell to the ground, lifeless...

Brizz gasped and opened his eyes. He was no longer in the throne room. He looked down to find himself sitting atop a dark stallion with fire bursting from its eyes and hooves. His flesh was obscure, and from it billowed a gloomy smoke that could blot out the sun. He glanced around to see the Guild of Shadows lined up at his sides, surveying a scene far below the mountain they stood upon. At the bottom waged a war of clattering steel and screams.

<Welcome Home, Brizz>

Brizz

Never gonna give you up, never gonna lay you down
never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Dutchessx

GREAT story Brizz!!!

Ankael07

Brizz wrote: »

Never gonna give you up, never gonna lay you down
never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

is this part 4

Brizz

Ankael07 wrote: »

Brizz wrote: »

Never gonna give you up, never gonna lay you down
never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

is this part 4

LOLOL kinda... Technically it is what followed