Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-27783182-20140409142957

Rowan Autumn-Arrow wrote: (read: Adamantine Empire. I could not have made it clearer Wyvern.) (These names are confusing for me. Beaumanic, Adamantine, Aubeanic... What the developers were thinking?! D:)

The Prodigy, after a long walk through Tamriel, looking for lost souls to steal, finally reached High Rock.

"Finally... I'm going to murder the Empress... Or Emperor... Whatever..." The Prodigy muttered to himself. "Then, I'm going to murder the Beaumanic Emperor or Empress... Can't wait..."

Suddenly, the Prodigy heard some steps. He unsheated his sword and turned back.

"Who goes there?!" He asked, shouting.

A bunch of cultists were walking towards him.

"Hlodamus Velothkig." One of the cultists called him. "Lord Miraak believes that you are worthless and unworthy to serve him."

"He is impliying that you are creating a rebellion against Hermaeus Mora, and wishes your death by our hands, traitor!"

The Prodigy smirked.

"I doubt that you can kill Miraak's own prodigy, weaklings!" The Prodigy shouted.

The Cultists started to summon Seekers and used fire spells agaisnt him, while others charged at him with Orcish Daggers.

The Prodigy smirked.

Looks like this won't be a boring day that I thought it would be!

He unsheated Miraak's Sword and charged at the cultists, fighting one by one.

"You will die today, traitor!!" A cultist shouted to the Prodigy.

The Prodigy decapitated the cultist and corrupted it, absorbing it into Miraak's Sword.

"I don't think so..." He mocked.

The Prodigy grabbed a two-handed version of Miraak's Staff and sprayed a bunch of tenticles on the ground, absorbing the last two cultists remaining.

"Hah! It looks like you failed..." The Prodigy said in a mocking tone.

The Prodigy searched the cultist's body and found a Black Book. It was different of the others. It was named 'Wise Knowledge'. He opened it and read it.

''To Apocrypha... To home...''

The Black Book sucked him in, teleporting him to Apocrypha.

-

The Prodigy opened his eyes. He found himself lying on the ground in the Summit of Apocrypha, where the Last Dragonborn killed Miraak.

"Well, I wish he isn't around here..." The Prodigy said, hoping that the Last Dragonborn died in the battle.

The Prodigy looked around, seeing a lot of Dragon Skeletons and a Skeleton lying on the ground about to fall from the Summit.

"Is that Miraak?" He asked himself.

Suddenly, from behind the Prodigy, Miraak's Soul emerged from an Acid Pool from Apocrypha.

"I knew you were going to appear at a certain point, Miraak." The Prodigy smirked.

"Well, well, well... My apprentice is here. The First Dragonborn meets his own son at Apocrypha, where he last expected he would be..." Miraak's Soul said, walking towarsd the Prodigy.

"You're not the real Miraak. You're only a lost soul." The Prodigy turned around. "And I'm going to tear you apart, with the power of your soul, I will free my slavery."

"Why, my son? I taught you everything you know! You're going to betray me like you betrayed Hermaeus Mora?"

The Prodigy glared at Miraak's Soul.

"You implied that I was creating a rebellion against Herma-Mora, and you said that I was unworthy and useless. I will not accept your apologise now, father."

"So be it..."

The Prodigy unsheathed Miraak's Sword and shouted.

"Mul... Qah Diiv!" The Prodigy shouted. His armor became stronger as the aspect of the Dragon possessed him.

"Looks like you still haven't forgot what I taught you!" Miraak's Soul shouted. "Mul... Qah Diiv!"

Both of them started to fight. They clashed their swords in an endless-looking battle.

The Prodigy created tenticles from his back and jumped, grabbed his Nordic Sword and throwing it at Miraak's Soul.

Miraak's Soul dodged the sword, but the sword hit his arm.

"You will pay for that!" Miraak's Soul shouted, about to attack the Prodigy.

(Timeskip in Apocrypha (Since Oblivion time isn't the same time in Nirn.)

After a long battle, the Prodigy was about to defeat his father, Miraak, who was lying down on the ground, very weak but conscious.

"Your last words, father?" The Prodigy asked, before giving the final blow.

"T-The spell... g-goes again-st... h-his o-own... wizard..." Miraak's Soul stammered.

The Prodigy gave the final blow. Miraak's soul gasped and fell dead on the ground. His soul started to be absorbed by the Prodigy.

His old Cultist robes started to turn into Miraak's Robes, Boots, Gloves and Mask.

"I can't breathe with this heavy mask on!" The Prodigy shouted, taking off Miraak's Mask. "There we go. Now... on to creating the spell to return to Tamriel..."

The Prodigy started to create a soul sphere with Miraak's Soul. He started to 'cast' this soul, turning it into a spell.

"There we go! Now I return to Tamriel!" The Prodigy shouted.

The Prodigy closed his eyes and casted the spell.

-

When the Prodigy opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground with Miraak's Clothing, holding Miraak's Mask in his hands.

"I'm... I'm free?" He asked himself. "I'm free!"

The Prodigy stood up, happily.

"I'm free from slavery and free from my own father!"

(Pie written :D Now, Rowan, could you do me a favor and make the guards bring the Prodigy to the Adamantine Empress? Also, character update :P)

Name: The Prodigy (Known as Hlodamus Velothkig in Morrowind, Vvardenfell and Skyrim.)

Race: Nord and Dunmer breed.

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Appearance: This (Minus the beard) with a long black hair and pure green eyes.

Class: Spellsword

Spells: Summon Seeker, Summon Lurker, Tenticle Pool (Same effect as Miraak's Staff), Dragon Aspect, Cyclone, Fire Breath, Frost Breath, Whirlwind Sprint.

Powers: Summon Back Tenticles, Conjure Apocryphal Rift, Corrupt Weapon, Conjure Tenticle Mass, Absorb Lost Soul

Armor: Miraak's Robes, Miraak's Gloves, Miraak's Boots.

Weapons: Dual-Wield Miraak's Sword, Two Miraak's Staves (Dual-wield)

Faction: None

Role in Faction: None

Backstory: Unknown