Osiris
Child of the Sky
Since the 2nd Age, Molag Bal has possessed an uncontrollable urge to devour Nirn and merge it with his own realm: Coldharbour. To prevent the living plane from becoming a catastrophic battlefield, the Divines created the Letalis Certo, a tournament to the death. 9 champions are chosen from Tamriel to compete, the prize being that Nirn isn't plunged into darkness. Molag Bal's warriors have claimed victory in the past nine tournaments, if they win the 10th consecutive tournament, Nirn will merge with Oblivion...
The sky was black as wicked lightning bolts stabbed at the ground, powerful winds whipped icy rain drops to the side. A hooded figure made his way through the storm and approached the Silent Crow Tavern in the hills of High Rock. Why this man was here was unknown, but his task was certain: Find 9 worthy Champions to compete against the Demons of Coldharbour. The task was bestowed upon him by the divines, and as a servant to the Gods, he was obliged to comply. Tamriel was a big place, and his task wouldn't be easy, but his Chief, Akatosh, instructed him to go to the Silent Crow, and there his targets would be known. Entering the Inn, the man sat at a table and ordered a drink. "Thorin?"The bartender asked. "Uh yes, that is I.." the Nord raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I've been expecting you, let me get your drink," the Bartender replied, returning with a drink and a scroll. Thorin nodded in thanks, carefully opening the scroll and scanning it's contents. The text was glimmering and divine in appearance, guiding Thorin on who he was to recruit into the fight. Standing up, Thorin left the Inn and looked at the scroll again, GroBenji, Liarah Mirel, Jaoan Thernstorm, Avia'Cael, Koletis Tier, and others were listed in the scroll. Their locations weren't given besides the province in which they could be found, much to Thorin's annoyance. Sighing, the Nord thought of a plan...suddenly snapping up as one popped into his head.
Hands glowing with a blue aura, Thorin muttered an ancient trap, summoning a flock of White Ravens. "Ah, my children, go forth and deliver these messages to the future combatants. Here is an etching of your targets..." he smiled, giving each raven an illustration of a different Champion, along with a letter that he had quickly scribed...
Greetings Champion of Nirn,
You have been chosen by a Higher power to compete in a grand tournament for glorious prizes. Don't take this lightly, for only the best in Tamriel have been delivered this letter. Fame, glory, riches, and more can be your should you decide to test your steel against others of equal prowess. I will reside in the Silent Crow Tavern, hidden in the vast hills of High Rock. Ask for me by name, and the lovely man behind the counter will point you in the right direction.
The sky was black as wicked lightning bolts stabbed at the ground, powerful winds whipped icy rain drops to the side. A hooded figure made his way through the storm and approached the Silent Crow Tavern in the hills of High Rock. Why this man was here was unknown, but his task was certain: Find 9 worthy Champions to compete against the Demons of Coldharbour. The task was bestowed upon him by the divines, and as a servant to the Gods, he was obliged to comply. Tamriel was a big place, and his task wouldn't be easy, but his Chief, Akatosh, instructed him to go to the Silent Crow, and there his targets would be known. Entering the Inn, the man sat at a table and ordered a drink. "Thorin?"The bartender asked. "Uh yes, that is I.." the Nord raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I've been expecting you, let me get your drink," the Bartender replied, returning with a drink and a scroll. Thorin nodded in thanks, carefully opening the scroll and scanning it's contents. The text was glimmering and divine in appearance, guiding Thorin on who he was to recruit into the fight. Standing up, Thorin left the Inn and looked at the scroll again, GroBenji, Liarah Mirel, Jaoan Thernstorm, Avia'Cael, Koletis Tier, and others were listed in the scroll. Their locations weren't given besides the province in which they could be found, much to Thorin's annoyance. Sighing, the Nord thought of a plan...suddenly snapping up as one popped into his head.
Hands glowing with a blue aura, Thorin muttered an ancient trap, summoning a flock of White Ravens. "Ah, my children, go forth and deliver these messages to the future combatants. Here is an etching of your targets..." he smiled, giving each raven an illustration of a different Champion, along with a letter that he had quickly scribed...
Greetings Champion of Nirn,
You have been chosen by a Higher power to compete in a grand tournament for glorious prizes. Don't take this lightly, for only the best in Tamriel have been delivered this letter. Fame, glory, riches, and more can be your should you decide to test your steel against others of equal prowess. I will reside in the Silent Crow Tavern, hidden in the vast hills of High Rock. Ask for me by name, and the lovely man behind the counter will point you in the right direction.
May the Divines Guide you,
Thorin
With that, Thorin gave each bird a farewell salute and sent them to find their targets.