A Redguards Redemption

Year 583 of the 2nd Era.

The redguard fought his way through Molag Bals realm of oblivion known as Coldharbour, cutting down every daedra that was thrown at him. This did not slow him down. His heavy steel armor blocked most incoming damage dealt from blades, maces, axes, and arrows. He uses his shield to block an attack from a dremora and stabs him through his chest with his own blade. However he didn't react fast enough to block another attack and paid the price with a sword slashing downward and cutting open his helmet and nearly cutting his eye. The redguard redoubled his effort and decapitated the last dremora. Still battle ready he looked around the area before he finds it safe to takes a quick break. He removes his helmet, exposing his frizzy hair and rubs his chin, feeling his 5 'oclock shadow rubbed against his gauntlet. He inspects the damage of his helmet.

"Damn. Useless now." he said and toss the helmet aside. He felt his face and finds a vertical cut on the right side of his face. He sighed. The redguard concentrated until a golden glow illuminated in his hand then spread through out his entire body. He felt refresh and rejuvenated. He was thankful to learn the art of restoration magic from his mother along with the art of destruction magic from his father. He also remembered learning a bit about alteration, but only learned how to create armor flesh and transmutating iron to gold. He brought his hand to his face again to feel his healed cut. Healed obviously but he could feel rough skin where the wound was. "Hmph another scar to add to the collection" he said to himself. He looked at his destination; a dark castle housing the prince of domination himself. The redguard continued his way there to fight to free the souls of his loved ones that have been taken by the mighty Molag Bal.

he must succeed... no matter the cost.

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A lone dremora looks out one of the many castle window as he sees the redguard makes his way to the castle. He smirked to himself as he might finally face an opponent worthy of his skill.

"Hmm persistent" the dremora said to himself. He turned away from the window and started to walk to the throne room were his lord awaits the challenger.He was impress by the redguard skills. Most who came to Coldharbour from Nirn would perish almost instantly, yet here the redguard has slain some of Molag Bal's toughest daedra with ease. "No mere mortal can do that so there must be more to this warrior than meets the eye." thought the dremora.

The dremora broke his thoughts as he enters the throne room. There, on the throne was Molag Bal and he kneel before his god.

"My lord, the redguard is nearing the castle."

"Do I sense fear in your voice Dohlyekem?" Molag Bal said.

"Quite the opposite my lord, he has slain my brothers with no trouble. I merely wish to kill him when he arrives." answered Dohlyekem.

Molag Bal was silent. This made Dohlyekem nervous. What was his lord thinking? Will he allow him to fight the redguard? Before he delved into deeper thoughts Molag Bal spoke.

"No. He may be of some use to me." A small but noticeable smirk formed on his face. "Not often I see a mortal with my blessing challenge me in my own plane of oblivion.

"Blessing?" the dremora said. He thought for a moment before he found out what his lord meant. "Hes a vampire? That explains some of his prowess in combat. But what use could he provide for you my lord?" Dohlyekem questioned.

"It has been a while since I had a champion form the mortal plane. And it would satisfy me to break the redguard's spirit and have him serve under my name. Don't you agree commander?" Molag Bal said

"It would be interesting to see the mortal beg and weep for your mercy."

"My thoughts exactly"

A loud clash of metal followed by a war cry was heard from the other side of the castle doors.

"It seems he has arrived" Dohlyekem stated.

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After killing two more dremoras guarding the entrance, the redguard open the castle doors and walked in. There on the throne resides the prince of domination and at his side is another dremora. This dremora seems different as he is a head taller than the others the redguard has slain and he was wearing no helmet. He turned his attention back to Molag Bal.

"Molag Bal." the redguard said with voice full of venom.

Molag chuckled before speaking. "That was an interesting display you showed. You mortals never ceased to amaze me." Molag Bal said. "Tell me, what do they call you and what is your purpose here?

The redguard walked towards the two as the dremora brought up two war axes, obviously preparing for whatever the redguard is planning. He stopped when he was a good five meters from the two and spoke. "I am Dromone of Hammerfell. As of my purpose, you know why I'm here."

"Ahh so it's the souls of your loved ones you want. Why should I give away my trophies of accomplishment?"

Filled with anger, Dromone drew his sword and raise his shield. "I will kill you and free the spirit of those you torture for your own pleasure." he said

Molag laughed openly at the redguards statement. "Do you honestly think you can kill a god? Your as impressive as you are naive."

Dromone smirked. "Molag Bal. You go by many names: Prince of domination, Father of Vampires and King of rape. But truth is, your just another being who has power.You may be a prince, but you're no god.

Now it was Molag Bals turn to get angry. He turned to his commander at his side. "Dohlyekem, do what you wish, but I want him alive.

"With pleasure my lord."

Dohlyekem charged at the redguard as Dromone did the same. The redguard parried the first blow the dremora threw and attempted to counter attacked, only to be blocked by the other axes. Dohlyekem kicked Dromone back and continued to swing his axes in an attempt to injure and cripple his opponent. Dromone block and countered every blow that the daedra threw but he couldn't land a killing blow and neither could Dohlyekem. Desperate, Dromone side stepped out of the way to give himself some room and cast a concentrated fire spell at the dremora. Dohlyekem shield his face as the intense flames covered his body and backed away until the spell couldn't reach him. Dromone took this opportunity and sprint towards him with his blade ready to strike.

He successfully stab the daedra through his abdomen, piercing the tough daedric armor and push the blade in to finish him., Dohlyekem surprisingly recovered quickly and shoved Dromone off of him while his sword is still in his chest. As if it was nothing, he casually pulled the sword out of his stomach and tossed it aside out of his opponents reach. Dromone got to his feet only to be knocked down again by Dohlyekems' fist. Dromone nearly lost consciousness as the dremora laughed.

"You fought well for a mortal." Dohlyekem praised. "But it's time for you to learned your place." Dohlyekem raise his two axes to deliver the final blow.

"Enough!" Molag Bal roared."I want this one alive."

Dohlyekem immediately halted his action and turned to face his lord. "Forgive me my lord, I was...caught up in the moment." he said.

Molag Bal ignored his apology and rose up from his throne. At his full height he is at least five times taller than Dohlyekem and even Dohlyekem was roughly eight feet tall, two feet taller than Dromone. Molag Bal walks towards the down redguard and puts one foot over him and added pressure, causing Dromone to yell in agony.

"Yes. He will make an excellent champion." Molag Bal said.

Dromone caught his breath. "I'll never bow to you, deadra!" he choked out.

"We'll see" Molag Bal said as he applied more pressure on Dromone, making him unable to breathe and soon fell into unconsciousness. "Take him to a torture cell and start when he wakes."

"Yes my lord." Dohlyekem said and dragged the redguard away to carry out his order like he has always do without question.