Revisiting the Past

Subject: Revisiting the Past Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:43 pm

Merlin had decided to take a break from running the Mages Guild and put his closest colleague in charge for the temporary amount of time he was gone. Many mages in the University were curious as to where exactly Merlin was going but Merlin simply kept it to himself. Having later arrived in High Rock Merlin visited a Flower Shop and purchased High Rock's Purple Roses then set out towards Western Reach the easternmost section of the province of High Rock located on Skyrim's western border. When Merlin arrived in the mountains he stood over a gravestone the rain was pouring down splashing into the cold stone edges, engraved in the gravestone was the name Morgan Le Fay. Merlin gently knelt down near the soil of the gravestone and placed down the batch of purple roses he bought earlier from the flower shop. Merlin stood up again as the muddy wet soil was on the knees of his pants, Merlin then took off both his gloves and placed his left hand on top of his right in a similar fashion of praying. "Though you went against everything I stood for and nearly brought the Empire into total disarray, there is not a day that goes by when I do not see your face pleading me for mercy when you were faced with the last moments of your life", Merlin said in a soft and quiet tone. Merlin continued, "I can not forgive myself for what happened that day at the Imperial Palace, and though you dishonored my teachings you did not deserve to go like that", Merlins voice was filled with guilt. Merlin then turned away from the gravestone and looked closely at his hands wet from the rain, then taking a breath of fresh air he reached out his arms embracing the rain from the sky as if it was fueling his very thoughts. Looking up at the clouds he had visions of him and Morgan's days training with one another, and he couldn't comprehend why someone with such a kind heart could turn into a completely different person all because of magic. Suddenly Merlin turned his focus back towards the mountain and reached in his pockets with both his left and right hand to pull out his gloves and place them back on his naked hands, setting off back to the Arcane University his feet splashing in the muddy puddles on the grassy ground caused by the rain.

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Subject: Re: Revisiting the Past Wed Mar 30, 2011 4:33 pm

Valis strode through a nearby town in the Breton homeland of High Rock in his renowned, and efficient Cardinal-Empire-Company-on-Wheels (a wagon). His presence drew the attention of the villagers, but, most were too uninterested, or rather, uninformed, to really bother him too much. Valis's business wasn't particularly strong in the more remote regions of various provinces, which all-in-all, worked to his benefit - particularly on this special occasion. He was to visit two gravestones, which commemorated a loving, Dunmer couple, local to the area. On his way up the slopes of the mountains which would eventually lead him to the Westen Reach cemetery, he looked up to the cloudy sky, and began looking back at the tragic day that would eventually lead him to visiting this remote place he was currently headed...

The chirping cicadas of twilight, donned in blue-black; a single Mer crept through these woods, dressed in the ceremonial garbs of his brothers and sisters, whom of which all bore the same father and mother. The blade held in his right hand was no longer a virgin - nearing 300 deaths & one sinister hand. This Mer was an oddity, among other things - tall, but fast and nimble. He found his family, before his family could find him. It was nearing his time to rise up in his family as an Executioner; a leader. So ambitious was he; so eager was he to accept a contract - though, as fate would point out: bright steps into dark places; for this night was special... Exclusively tragic for what had appeared to be, for such a long time, a black heart. He took a few steps forward nearing the threshold. Already a few steps ahead of what was to come. He had longed for the crimson-lining of his blade to come to fruition; though it had only been a couple of days.

He pokes his eyes through the window of his targets' small, log cabin. The setting called to him; yearned for him to use it to his advantage - and he did. The prattling of feet. A quadruped? Here? The Dunmer man asked himself. He armed himself with a pitchfork; this was no joke. Nothing capable of making that much noise alone wondered these woods, only the small, winged breed of creatures would've wondered these parts, or perhaps a small squirrel or two. "Keep Vareloth inside the house." The Dunmer woman nodded; worriment on her face. The Dunmer man walked out of the cabin with an active lantern. He couldn't see a thing outside. He looked all around his cabin, and a bit in the woods. Nothing. He walked back into his cabin.

"Meira?" He couldn't hear his wife. Stepping toward the hallway, he noticed a shadowy figure with his blade up against her throat. There were tears running down her face; she felt the tanto's edge pressed against her neck. "P-Please, leave us alone! I'll give you whatever you want!" The man pleaded for Valis to surrender his wife. Valis smirked. The Dunmer man's eyes widened. SLIT! The Dunmer man could hear the blade gash right through his wife's layers of flesh. Then came the blood; a fraction of it splat into Valis's hands and face, and the rest went everywhere else. The Dunmer man fell into a blind rage. "Y-You coward!" He grinned. "For Meira! May Boethia take, you and tear you a part in the planes of oblivion!" He charged at Valis. Before the man knew it, Valis's blade had already filleted his torso, and left arm. The man had no time to respond or react. It was two, clean strikes, invisible to the untrained eye.

Valis turned his head, to witness the result of his apparent butchery. However, when he turned his head, he noticed an unlikely character hiding under the bed with his eyes wide open, and scarred for life, he even had some droplets of blood on his face. Valis's eyes widened, for he realized that they too had a family to protect. Valis ruined this boy forever - and at such a young age. He fled from the scene; ashamed for what he had just done - not for what he did to the man and woman, but for what he did to their only child.

Ever since that day, Valis had been keeping track of the boy using his immeasurable network of intelligence - even going as far as treating the boy with gifts; though, he had always been too ashamed of himself to meet the boy in person. Now at age 17, the boy is more then likely looking into his past; a crucial time for any youth, but, unlike a Dunmer youth - for he was forced to mature far too early, or at least perceive his maturity for what it was.

The rain was falling heavily now, and soon, Valis would arrive at the cemetery to visit the gravestones of the boy's parents. With him was one of his stewards, a well-spoken Breton man who served him in his castle at Blacklight, and a wagon rider, who worked for the Cardinal Empire Company. Just up ahead was a sorrowful silhouette of a man, that Valis could barely catch at this distance; but who?