The Elder Scrolls Online: Fates' Twist

Traveling Assistant

Farlen the Gentle was aiding a Dunmer Mage near Western Skyrim. He was getting sick of hearing this Telvanni go on and on about how cold it was while he kept casting fire around him, there was going to be some Nightshade and Deathbell mixed into his drink. What was it? Suji, Suja, Sujamma? A bitter tasting drink, the Ale from Voljar's Meadery was the best and tasted of honey. Farlen was only on this mission because a healer was requested in case of an emergency. The damned mage trying to elevate himself was risking everyone's lives trying to unite Skyrim.

"Hey, pick up the pace! Just because you Nords are fine with the cold doesn't mean we all are!" Yup, definitely going to search for the alchemy ingredients now. Not enough to kill but enough to make him slow down for everyone. A three day, non-stop travel and rations were already low. Not even a stop at Whiterun to resupply was allowed. All of the magicka potions were saved for him and any ingredient that could be used for those were locked up. "Do you oafs hear me?! Honestly you should be obeying me for helping unify your broken land!"

"Shut up slaver! We need rest, the animals need rest, the only one who has rested is you!" Brynn raised his greatsword at the mage. "Your little homeland rules don't apply in Skyrim. So stop pouting and maybe we won't come to blows. Got it, little elf?" The Dunmer Mage seemed shaken to the core. At least Brynn could be counted on for controlling the Telvanni's temper.

"I-I-I am Arslin of House Telvanni! I will not be spoken to like-" Everything got cut off at once as several Domes of Silence engulfed the group. It was almost instant as several cloaked figures, mostly Altmer, came out of the brush and began to take down the guards. The Silence was deafening on everyone, with too much exhaustion there was hardly a fight back. Brynn could barely handle two and then a third took him down. Farlen knew that he could stop a Rampaging Mammoth before it reached anyone. Farlen tried to use his staff to keep the attackers at bay, until a Poison Arrow sunk into his shoulder. He fell down as all went to black.

He woke up later, his body walking on its own by some mysterious magic. He could barely focus enough on what was going on in front of him. Heavy chains that seemed to seal off magic weighed down everyone. "Next!" That word kept piercing the screams and wails echoing from the stairwell. "Next!" Everyone moved forward again, the light was dim but enough to make out Arslin, Brynn, and some strangers in front of them. Farlen couldn't even turn his head, the magic was too strong to break. "Next!" Finally he could see some candles lighting an altar. Bodies were being piled up as necromancers slowly began to raise them up. A figure was driving a dagger down into the chest of a person on the altar. A glowing light pulsed into a soul gem in his other hand. The body was shoved off as the gem was switched out. "Next!"

As light returned Farlen saw Brynn's body get shoved off onto Arslin's. Another painful flicker and he saw the face of Mannimarco, the King of Worms, drive the dagger into the pale flesh on Farlen's chest. Everything spun and faded, the last sensation was hearing "Next!" Then seeing a flaming, horned skull open its gaping maw and hearing the wails again.