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(RP with me and Bladesmaster)

"Journal entry 56, 3E443 Year of Akatosh, 26th of Hearthfire.

It has been many weeks since the assassination of the Emperor Uriel Septim, and I do not think that anyone could have fathomed the sheer terror and hysteria that now plagues Cyrodiil. It all started last month, I had recently picked up a issue, delivered to me personally by the Black Horse courier, as part of my subscription. A cloud of disbelief overtook me. The city of Kvatch, was sacked by... by an army of Daedra! From what I heard, nearly all of it was destroyed, no longer inhabitable, save the chapel that the citizens stuck inside were forced to cower within. Sure, the guard managed to wrestle it back, but not until it was a smouldering pile of ash. The majority of the Daedra forces would have already returned to Oblivion by then.

After that, Cyrodiil slowly began to tear away in fear. Oblivion gates have slowly began to appear all over the land, like hooks in weak flesh. I can tell they're probably preparing for a mass invasion of Tamriel. As I write this, there is a closed Oblivion gate just outside the walls. Before it was closed, the Daedra had attacked the guard in small skirmishes, even at times entering the city, slaughtering innocent people, and it wasn't even the guardsmen that closed the damned gate. From the rumours that I have gathered, they say that a lone adventurer entered the gate alone. After a few hours, the gate began to flash, until it disappeared, and the lone adventurer emerged with the sigil stone in hand. As unlikely as this story sounds, it is also rumoured that this is the same person who single-handedly closed the Kvatch gate, as well lead the battle against the remaining Daedra.

This idea gnaws at me. I would pass these off as foolish tales, but the situation is too dire. I must find out how this person has managed to closed these gates with little trouble. Are they a chosen hero, sent by the Gods, or even the Elder Scrolls themselves? I will find out soon enough. This will be my last entry in the journal until the end of the year, and that's if I live. Now, I leave Skingard, to begin my journey to find out the secrets of the Hero of Kvatch!

Signed J'o Rahe, Skingrad."

As his eager, trembling hand laid his journal on it's face, J'o Rahe looked to his exit in anticipation. He was fully prepared to venture out into the lands of Cyrodiil, ready to take on a new adventure. The home was strangely desolate and quiet, almost as if no one had ever lived there, for J'o Rahe had hid all of of his luxuries until he got back, and if he died, which seemed likely, then no one would be able to take ownership of the home, so long as he was missing. As he exited his home, J'o Rahe looked up toward the city gates, and gave a deep breath, knowing that there was a great chance that he would not return alive. The very thought ached him, but he knew that in his inaction, he would potentially die anyway in the inevitable Daedric invasion of Tamriel. An even stronger thought which made J'o Rahe strive to find out how to stop the Daedra from taking Tamriel.

Ambition on his mind, J'o Rahe pushed aside the gates, ignoring the guards that stood beside it, as well as the wreckage of the Oblivion gate just outside. He would not let that blemish demoralize his thoughts of success. He knew the warnings the guards had given him "If you've got to travel, by the Nine Divines, stay on the road." Reported sightings of Daedra had lead to a sudden freeze on Imperial goods around the counties, but not even that scared Rahe. He would follow the rule, but only marginally, for he knew that there would be times that he would have to explore the inner depths to find the truth.

His quest for the Champion of Cyrodiil had begun.

(I have a friend with a champion of cyrodiil. She finished the whole game )

Tae stumbled through the forest, still wearing her Dark Brotherhood outfit. She had been betrayed by her brothers and sisters because she wouldn't kill a father. She held her stomach wound as she fell, hitting her head hard on a tree trunk.

Her hood fell down as she landed limply on the ground. Her sunny hair fell out, dirty and soaked with blood. She pushed herself onto her back, gasping in pain.

There was a bite wound on her neck and she was already pretty pale. She closed her hazel green eyes, trying so hard not to pass out.

(Sorry for this late reply, I have been asleep for a while.)

It had been a few hours since Rahe had begun his journey, traveling to Kvatch to find the hidden clues of the mysterious stranger that had liberated it, when suddenly, his cat-like impulses forced him to twitch at a sudden noise in the distance. It sounded like a loud gasp of pain. Rahe wasn't sure what to think of it, but he couldn't just leave someone to die.

The little rule that the guardsmen had said to travelers: 'stay on the road' would have to be broken for now. The idea that this could be a living person in need of dire assistance drove him to break that rule. J'o Rahe stormed into the forest, in the direction the noise came from, and soon enough, he was surprised by what he saw. A Bosmer lay there, from what he could tell, she appeared to be seriously injured, as well as adorning that same shady outfit that many Khajiit assassins would adorn back in the ruthless town of Orcrest. He stepped forward slightly, ravaging his bag for the sake of a health potion, as well as abruptly trying to lend his hand to help the injured Bosmer.

(Lol its alright. Humans need sleep )

Taenya looked at the Khajiit male. She was really weak from blood loss but she had to fight. She tried her best to sit up but her body was numb.

"Potion....back there...." She managed to whisper softly, picking up her hand slightly to point the direction she spoke of. Not far, there was a curing potion.

"Vampire....bite...." She touched the bite mark on her neck. The wound was throbbing painfully and she knew the toxin was speading through her. She coughed and winced painfully, trying not to pass out.

It seemed that J'o Rahe's desperate search for a potion was put to rest. He felt as if some piece of a large weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He snatched the curing potion from it's place and attempted to force it into the mouth of the Bosmer. It had to be done, lives were on the line, and hopefully it would have gotten rid of whatever porphyric haemophilia that remained in her bloodstream.

Tae swallowed most of it down and winced, feeling returning to her body. She closed her eyes and casted a few minor healing spells, shivering as her wounds closed up and skin knit itself back together. Taking a breath to sooth her ragged lungs, she sat up and touched her neck.

The wound was gone but there was a scar. She looked at the Khajiit and smiled slightly." Thank you..." Her voice was soohwr now that she wasn't bleeding out. She stretched gently.

There were many questions that coursed through the Khajiit's mind. Who was she? How did she get here? Why would she be out here in such a crisis. Nevertheless, such questions would have to wait for now.

Rahe took a few steps back, giving the Bosmer some personal space, as well as allowing her to recuperate from... Whatever in Oblivion that just happened. "H-how do you feel..?" He didn't want to disturb her, and from what he could see, he knew that the potion had worked, but he simply desired confirmation that there were no complications.

Tae blinked and looked up at him." I'm fine. My wounds are mostly healed." She stood, a bit wobbly. She put her hand on the tree and took a deep breath." I would have been a goner. Thank you for helping me."

She looked the direction she came with worry." I am very sorry but I must take my leave of you." She took a step to leave and fell onto a knee. She winced and stood again, but with more difficulty.

Rahe placed his hands on his hips, looking on cynically. "Hmph. That potion might have healed your wounds, but I don't think it compensated for all that blood you lost." The Khajiit was concerned that if he were to leave the Wood Elf alone in the forest, then he could be putting her life in danger, something that he knew would damage him mentally.

An idea suddenly came to his head, They were both near Kvatch, and the closest shelter would be Shetcombe farm, just slightly east of the city. If Rahe could get Taenya there, she could safely patch herself up and send her on her way. "We're quite close to Kvatch. From what I know there's a farm very close from here. If you want, I can escort you there so that you can rest yourself. How does that sound?"

"Kvatch? I was...heading there before I got attacked. I was going to go check out how the gates closed." She rubbed her head." The attack must have cause a slight amnesia for me." She looked around before looking back at the Khajiit.

"My name's Taenya Galathanil, citizen of...." She thought for a moment." Anvil! Yes. That's right." She smiled and bowed." I am a traveler and a explorer." She steadied herself on the tree." Though, I don't have a lot of strength."

"Well, adventuring ability can be quite subjective. I'm sure everyone has their own advantages." Rahe scratched the tribal paint upon his Elf-like face. Ohmes Khajiit were rare in provinces outside of Elsweyr, and even then, he was for the most part simply mistaken for a Bosmer.

"Anyway, my name is J'o Rahe, and I hail from the city of Corinthe, in the south of Elsweyr. And if your checking the gate, it's been closed for quite some time, though I still hear the remains are still their." He brushed away the dust from his armour as he spoke. "If you're truly feeling better, we could take a look."

She studied him." I've never seen a Khajiit like you. Your a....Ohmes Khajiit right?" She scratched her head." I've only read about that race though. You guys are rare." She smiled happily." You really do look like a Bosmer."

"I'm feeling quite better. I think good enough to head out." She took a step away from the tree and stood perfectly on her own." I know it's been closed for a while. I was hopping that I could find something about who closed it."

Rahe chuckled "That rarity will dwindle once you get to Elsweyr. I always wear my facial paint, simply in the likely event that I am mistaken for an Elf." As the Khajiit spoke, he slowly crept down to the path. From the road, he could see the still smouldering mess the was once the city of Kvatch. He shook his head for a moment in disdain. That pile of broken ash could have been Skingrad also.

"Hmm... I see we're both on common ground then." Rahe was intrigued by the Bosmer's interest in Kvatch gate. "I've heard conflicting rumours that the Kvatch, Bruma and Skingrad gates were all closed by one being. I've set out on a journey to find this person, and sworn not to return to my home until I find out their secrets."

(What gender do you want the Champion to be?)

Tae smiled." From what I hear, this person has done more that close the gate of Kvatch. They've closed a gate near the Imperial City and another near Anvil." She looked at Rahe.

"Why are you so interested in this person? They might just be someone who just wanted the destruction to end." Tae studied him with her hazel green eyes, curious about him.

(Good Question, I'm not really too sure. Let's have a dice roll.)

"So there is a reason after all that the Imperial guard have not lifted a finger." J'o Rahe hissed with a scornful look on his face. "If it weren't for that Oblivion gate, I would have guessed that the Elder Council had pretty much neglected it's subjects as a whole!"

The Khajiit kept his arms crossed in a stern posture, still quite angry at the lack of action from the Imperium and Elder Council. "Whether their actions were for the benefit of Tamriel, or some sort of master plan, this person hold the key to closing those Oblivion gates. I understand how the gates are closed, just not how this person escapes without being maimed by the Daedra inside."

(Do I need to roll or is it a woman?)

Tae blinked." Maybe this person is just strong. Besides, I heard Emperor Uriel himself released the person from prison. It's just a rumor though."

She sighed." None of my sources aren't really helpful. Nor are they trustworthy. Especially for who I used to work for." She scratched her head and yawned slightly.

(Rolled and got 4, so Champion of Cyrodiil is a female, unless you say otherwise.)

Rahe grumbled for a moment. Perhaps this person was strong, but so were Daedra. One person cannot simply walk into Oblivion. This being must have some sort of secret.

The Khajiit became slightly aggravated. "I don't know what to believe, but if this person truly is strong, then they truly can't be any mortal being! Even if Uriel Septim released this person from the Imperial dungeons, then their fate must probably be manipulated by some otherworldly force. That is the only explanation I can think of..." A sigh escaped his breath, that really could not be the only reason... Could it?

Taenya shrugged." Beats me, but whatever is manipulating this person's future, maybe it's for the best." She looked at him." There's always a reason for someone to be brave at one point." She looked ahead and sighed." This person could be like you and decided to take it into their own hands."

"Then I must show my bravery as well. If it is the only way to take a stand against the Daedra that plague Cyrodiil." Rahe's voice was full of aggravation. "But how, what obstacles and limits must be surpassed in order to comprehend this person's power..? Or perhaps... Luck?" Cynical and pessimistic thoughts coursed through his mind, Was this really just some ordinary warrior under the manipulation of a God? Or was there more to it? It only made the Khajiit hunger for more information.

"Maybe we should ask around. Hopefully we can find out who this person is and then we could ask them." Tae watched him carefully." Even if it is the divines' plan for this person to be a hero, there's not much we can do but help them out. II'm sure daedra are not that strong with the right supplies." She smiled at the Khajiit.