The Phantom
Consulting Criminal
It was exactly 25 years after the Dragonborn's slaying of Alduin that the tourney began. The tourney that would change the course of history in Tamriel for years to come. For the reward of this tourney was that of the power of the last Dragonborn, and thus "heroes" from all over the continent swarmed like ants to the celebrations hoping to claim the power of the Dragonborn for their own. However, only a small number of the thousands who arrived were deemed fit to partake in these duels to the death and were forced to watch the games. The games were taking place in a large, stone coliseum that had been built where the Western Watchtower had been in order to commemorate the slaying of Mirmulnir, the first dragon to have been killed by the Dragonborn. This coliseum was as grand as the Dragonborn himself, larger even than the Imperial Arena and more architecturally beautiful than the city of Solitude. It was capable of seating all the thousands of spectators and even had underground areas in which the combatants would train and await their calling to battle.
Seven days into the celebrations and of the two-hundred that entered, only a mere 10 warriors were still living. The games had been entertaining for everyone, even the Thalmor ambassador was impressed not just by the tourney but by the splendour of the celebrations. The combatants consisted of: famed princes, deadly assassins, renowned duelists, accomplished champions, skilled mages and the truly greatest fighters in Nirn. A stir was even created when a Maomer battlemage and a self-proclaimed Listener of the Dark Brotherhood entered the competition, using their incredible skills to slaughter many an opponent before eventually too falling, however to avoid an incident the Jarls, Elenwen and the Dragonborn claimed that the Sea Elf was merely a powerful and peculiar looking Bosmer. Additionally, the true Listener attended the tourney under a truce the Dragonborn agreed to declaring him amnesty and the right to disguise his appearance in order to put to rest the rumours of the combatant's legitimacy. Furthermore, the leader of the Fighter's Guild, the Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-mages of all magic schools, all other guild commanders and persons of importance were in attendance, hoping to gain support, make alliances and attract the approval of the Dragonborn.
The finals of the tourney were to be begin at 18:00 upon the seventh day, following mass celebrations and an announcement by the Dragonborn himself- and at that time, the Dragonborn stood high above the spectators from his personal booth. He was a large, very intimidating Nord, who today had chosen to don the armour he had not worn in over 25 years: a set of iron greaves, boots, gauntlets, a studded cuirass and an iron helmet with horns. Despite the quality, age and look of the armour, the man still possessed such sheer power and authority that upon his obvious standing the entire coliseum became quiet. At first, the Dragonborn did nothing, then he screamed the words "LOK VAH KOOR!" and the ground shook, the sky cleared, the world waited. This power of the Dragonborn had grown such that the shout took effect across Tamriel, demonstrating to the world a final time that he was unparalleled in might and Lord of the Dragons as named by Odahviing. He spoke. And as he spoke, the world listened
"Today," he began, his voice still loftily bearing the weight of his thu'um "six victors shall be crowned. Six victors shall be named as Champions of the Dragonborn! Today, the celebrations will end, and a new era will begin. The closing of the tourney of the Dragonborn shall mark the ending of the 4th era, and the beginning of the 5th era- an era of prosperity for the people, peace for Tamriel, and finally, rest for me. It is now with pride, I declare the finals of the tourney begun!" the crowd cheered. The arena gates opened.
From the North gate stepped forward a warrior clad in ebony. He was exceptionally tall and wore a full set of ebony armour glowing with heavy enchantments and despite the weight of his protection, he appeared unburdened. Upon his back was a bow of ebony and a quiver full of arrows. In his right hand he held his sabre-like, wickedly sharp ebony sword, and in his left he held a shield with a coat of ebony that appeared nigh-impenetrable. Judging by his build he was assumed to be Redguard though was announced merely as the "Ebony Warrior" as he confidently walked to the centre of the arena. Anticipation grew and cheers were yelled in his name.
From the South gate stepped forth his opponent: an Altmer, of average human height, he wore his own customised armour which consisted of a small, light steel breastplate with his sigil engraved on the metal, a star with a mage staff in front of it, robe-like yet short, slim fitting frost dragon-scale equivalent of a backplate that came forward into a jacket style around his breastplate. The scaly backplate reached down to his knees in a manner like that of a cape however it was slim enough that it was vertical down the inside half of each leg and had a hood lined with very rich silk that was currently not being worn. He wore skyforge steel gauntlets over his dragon-scale sleeves and mail over the shoulders. He also donned knee-high skyforge steel boots over the trousers he wore, crafted in a similar fashion to the rest of the lightly armoured and underlayered parts of his armour. His face was exposed, baring his pale yet attractive features, high-cheekbones, defined jawline, facial tattoos and tied-back, long blonde hair. Upon his back was his impressively crafted staff of pure, ornate metal, the head being an eagle of the Aldmeri Dominion and the bottom half made of refined oak wood, also possessing an intimidating blade at the bottom which was bladed and pointed. He seemed to ooze confidence and poise while many cheers (Stifled by some boos from Thalmor haters) were screamed as the announcer proclaimed him to be "Lord Inquisitor Erebos Larethorin of the Summerset Isle." and he walked patiently to the centre, standing parallel to his opponent.
The horn sounded yet neither combatant attacked. Instead, they slowly circled the centre of the arena, sizing each other up and calculating their best strategy. The Ebony Warrior broke from the circle and decided to close the distance, raising his shield and running, only to be pushed backwards by a salvo of forceful lightning blasts. His shield, despite smoking slightly, had effectively absorbed most of the damage, and this time he strafed as he charged, making it difficult for Larethorin to keep him back. Erebos decided to confuse the warrior by rushing to meet him in combat and drew his staff from his back. The Warrior was caught off guard and slashed at Erebos's helmet-less head, only to be met by his staff's blade which he charged with lightning, causing it to conduct and shock the Ebony Warrior so severely a pained and angered cry was heard as the Redguard kicked Erebos back with all his might. The Thalmor stumbled back, confident in his attack strategy, he then poured all his mana into his staff, blasting out a powerful and focused torrent of lightning which slammed into the warriors breastplate, driving him back and causing immense levels of pain that would have turned lesser men into ash; however that fate was assuaged as the Warrior raised his shield and crouched so that his shield covered him and braved the incredible stream of electricity. The shield, though enchanted to absorb most magicka, was still being forced to endure exceptional levels of energy and just as Erebos's beam expired, the shield's metal melted through and set the wood alight, causing the fighter to drop his shield and bare his weapon with two hands.
Following this, the warrior looked down at his singed breastplate and realised that now, while the mage had no magicka left, would be his only opportunity to strike a killing blow. The Ebony Warrior cried as he charged with surprising speed towards the mage and, anticipating a block with the staff, slashed with all his strength, calling upon his Redguard adrenaline rush, knocking the staff clean out of the mage's hands. He then brought the blade around over his head and prepared to cleave through his opponent's body when something no one predicted happened. Erebos had accounted for all of this and used his ability as a High Elf to regenerate all his missing magicka in the time the Warrior closed the distance between them. He then expelled all his newly regenerated mana in the form of fire, causing an unbearable and intense inferno so hot that the audience could feel it from their overlooking seats and the Ebony Warrior could do nothing as the force of the fire threw him across the arena. For a few seconds the fiery tornado dominated the arena, and then subsided, revealing to the audience Erebos, barely standing and exhausted, standing up using his staff as support. Across from him, on the other side of the arena lay the Ebony Warrior. He was recognisable only due to the metal, for the heat had caused the ebony to melt into his incinerating flesh, meaning that now there was a small puddle of melted armour that contained the ashes of the Redguard warrior.
Then, the crowd erupted with applause and the Dragonborn declared that Lord Inquisitor Erebos Larethorin of the Summerset Isle was the first Champion of the Dragonborn. He weakly, but with pride and confidence, walked back into the South gate and down into the basement. Immediately after this, his Highborn power faded and he collapsed from sheer exertion. The Champion would not awake until the next battle was to begin.
Seven days into the celebrations and of the two-hundred that entered, only a mere 10 warriors were still living. The games had been entertaining for everyone, even the Thalmor ambassador was impressed not just by the tourney but by the splendour of the celebrations. The combatants consisted of: famed princes, deadly assassins, renowned duelists, accomplished champions, skilled mages and the truly greatest fighters in Nirn. A stir was even created when a Maomer battlemage and a self-proclaimed Listener of the Dark Brotherhood entered the competition, using their incredible skills to slaughter many an opponent before eventually too falling, however to avoid an incident the Jarls, Elenwen and the Dragonborn claimed that the Sea Elf was merely a powerful and peculiar looking Bosmer. Additionally, the true Listener attended the tourney under a truce the Dragonborn agreed to declaring him amnesty and the right to disguise his appearance in order to put to rest the rumours of the combatant's legitimacy. Furthermore, the leader of the Fighter's Guild, the Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-mages of all magic schools, all other guild commanders and persons of importance were in attendance, hoping to gain support, make alliances and attract the approval of the Dragonborn.
The finals of the tourney were to be begin at 18:00 upon the seventh day, following mass celebrations and an announcement by the Dragonborn himself- and at that time, the Dragonborn stood high above the spectators from his personal booth. He was a large, very intimidating Nord, who today had chosen to don the armour he had not worn in over 25 years: a set of iron greaves, boots, gauntlets, a studded cuirass and an iron helmet with horns. Despite the quality, age and look of the armour, the man still possessed such sheer power and authority that upon his obvious standing the entire coliseum became quiet. At first, the Dragonborn did nothing, then he screamed the words "LOK VAH KOOR!" and the ground shook, the sky cleared, the world waited. This power of the Dragonborn had grown such that the shout took effect across Tamriel, demonstrating to the world a final time that he was unparalleled in might and Lord of the Dragons as named by Odahviing. He spoke. And as he spoke, the world listened
"Today," he began, his voice still loftily bearing the weight of his thu'um "six victors shall be crowned. Six victors shall be named as Champions of the Dragonborn! Today, the celebrations will end, and a new era will begin. The closing of the tourney of the Dragonborn shall mark the ending of the 4th era, and the beginning of the 5th era- an era of prosperity for the people, peace for Tamriel, and finally, rest for me. It is now with pride, I declare the finals of the tourney begun!" the crowd cheered. The arena gates opened.
From the North gate stepped forward a warrior clad in ebony. He was exceptionally tall and wore a full set of ebony armour glowing with heavy enchantments and despite the weight of his protection, he appeared unburdened. Upon his back was a bow of ebony and a quiver full of arrows. In his right hand he held his sabre-like, wickedly sharp ebony sword, and in his left he held a shield with a coat of ebony that appeared nigh-impenetrable. Judging by his build he was assumed to be Redguard though was announced merely as the "Ebony Warrior" as he confidently walked to the centre of the arena. Anticipation grew and cheers were yelled in his name.
From the South gate stepped forth his opponent: an Altmer, of average human height, he wore his own customised armour which consisted of a small, light steel breastplate with his sigil engraved on the metal, a star with a mage staff in front of it, robe-like yet short, slim fitting frost dragon-scale equivalent of a backplate that came forward into a jacket style around his breastplate. The scaly backplate reached down to his knees in a manner like that of a cape however it was slim enough that it was vertical down the inside half of each leg and had a hood lined with very rich silk that was currently not being worn. He wore skyforge steel gauntlets over his dragon-scale sleeves and mail over the shoulders. He also donned knee-high skyforge steel boots over the trousers he wore, crafted in a similar fashion to the rest of the lightly armoured and underlayered parts of his armour. His face was exposed, baring his pale yet attractive features, high-cheekbones, defined jawline, facial tattoos and tied-back, long blonde hair. Upon his back was his impressively crafted staff of pure, ornate metal, the head being an eagle of the Aldmeri Dominion and the bottom half made of refined oak wood, also possessing an intimidating blade at the bottom which was bladed and pointed. He seemed to ooze confidence and poise while many cheers (Stifled by some boos from Thalmor haters) were screamed as the announcer proclaimed him to be "Lord Inquisitor Erebos Larethorin of the Summerset Isle." and he walked patiently to the centre, standing parallel to his opponent.
The horn sounded yet neither combatant attacked. Instead, they slowly circled the centre of the arena, sizing each other up and calculating their best strategy. The Ebony Warrior broke from the circle and decided to close the distance, raising his shield and running, only to be pushed backwards by a salvo of forceful lightning blasts. His shield, despite smoking slightly, had effectively absorbed most of the damage, and this time he strafed as he charged, making it difficult for Larethorin to keep him back. Erebos decided to confuse the warrior by rushing to meet him in combat and drew his staff from his back. The Warrior was caught off guard and slashed at Erebos's helmet-less head, only to be met by his staff's blade which he charged with lightning, causing it to conduct and shock the Ebony Warrior so severely a pained and angered cry was heard as the Redguard kicked Erebos back with all his might. The Thalmor stumbled back, confident in his attack strategy, he then poured all his mana into his staff, blasting out a powerful and focused torrent of lightning which slammed into the warriors breastplate, driving him back and causing immense levels of pain that would have turned lesser men into ash; however that fate was assuaged as the Warrior raised his shield and crouched so that his shield covered him and braved the incredible stream of electricity. The shield, though enchanted to absorb most magicka, was still being forced to endure exceptional levels of energy and just as Erebos's beam expired, the shield's metal melted through and set the wood alight, causing the fighter to drop his shield and bare his weapon with two hands.
Following this, the warrior looked down at his singed breastplate and realised that now, while the mage had no magicka left, would be his only opportunity to strike a killing blow. The Ebony Warrior cried as he charged with surprising speed towards the mage and, anticipating a block with the staff, slashed with all his strength, calling upon his Redguard adrenaline rush, knocking the staff clean out of the mage's hands. He then brought the blade around over his head and prepared to cleave through his opponent's body when something no one predicted happened. Erebos had accounted for all of this and used his ability as a High Elf to regenerate all his missing magicka in the time the Warrior closed the distance between them. He then expelled all his newly regenerated mana in the form of fire, causing an unbearable and intense inferno so hot that the audience could feel it from their overlooking seats and the Ebony Warrior could do nothing as the force of the fire threw him across the arena. For a few seconds the fiery tornado dominated the arena, and then subsided, revealing to the audience Erebos, barely standing and exhausted, standing up using his staff as support. Across from him, on the other side of the arena lay the Ebony Warrior. He was recognisable only due to the metal, for the heat had caused the ebony to melt into his incinerating flesh, meaning that now there was a small puddle of melted armour that contained the ashes of the Redguard warrior.
Then, the crowd erupted with applause and the Dragonborn declared that Lord Inquisitor Erebos Larethorin of the Summerset Isle was the first Champion of the Dragonborn. He weakly, but with pride and confidence, walked back into the South gate and down into the basement. Immediately after this, his Highborn power faded and he collapsed from sheer exertion. The Champion would not awake until the next battle was to begin.
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