MK's account on the fall of Ald-ruhn

[KuKulzA]

Originally posted by Hector the Hooded
I like that, Emperor, I didn't focus to much on the combat aspect, and that would be a good idea (to focus on that part of cobmat, and instead of a monster a siege engine)

though your important theme was that people united to save a city and people they liked and their honor... against a common foe

[Hector the Hooded]

Thats what I was shooting for, however adding that tidbit that he mentioned, can't hurt!

[IAMTHEEMPEROR]

Well, these are after all just rough drafts. We can improve upon them, incorporate the theme(s) clearer, and go into more detail on most aspects. I think what I did is as detailed as it gets, throwing in some real world elements in a way they make sense.

btw, just to clear it up so there are no questions, the slowing down wasn't actually one of those dragon bends, a temporal warp, but he was experiencing shellshock, which is when such a thing of extreme magnitude happens near you, your senses are thrown off, you lose hearing, and your mind slows down trying to catch up.

What would be really cool is getting to go back in time for some reason and seeing it. But, Akatosh heeds no mortal, only himself.

[Ataridante]

I havnt even completed the story line.
the grammar is still pretty bad
I need to cut out alot I think otherwise it'll be too long.

anyway this is just one perspective of many. whoooo

An Account of The Fall of Ald'Ruhn
As witnessed by Sanven Thalas




we hold a certain sympathy for the dead...
we speak in reverence to the ancestors, shed water and salt for comrades, hang heavy the dead in our hearts.
Yes, we hold a certain sympathy for the dead...
But, as funeral processions break and tombs do seal, we remain alive. We leave alive.

...what can be said of the dead by one who yet clings to life?

I was born Redoran, raised Redoran, and will, someday die Redoran. However fate has seen me lead a life unlike many of my House. By trade I am, or was, a poet, trading word for Septim, selling beauty for Flin...
I am that man no longer. I sell these words to no one.

However, I give these words freely to you who would read them and remember. Remember the great city Ald'Ruhn, remember the might of Redoran, but more than all remember those men who did not fight for glory or honor. Remember the shoemaker, the potter, the smith. Remember the barkeep, the alchemist, the vagabond. I implore you, remember! It is all I, we, can do for the dead; remember....




The attack began at night, long after the howls of the kagouti had retreated into the silence of night...
we had heard rumors from the Imperial Outlanders of attacks in Cyrodiil and strange fiery gates to the worlds of Oblivion. As I remember feelings about the town reflected that such rumors always leave one with a certain uneasiness. I remember the faces of the villagers, troubled and brooding, wondering which city would be next. I remember little of those few days but I shall never in my days forget how they came...

They came, spewing forth from quaking crags of rock and fire, Daedra, born of filth and fury. We did not notice the opening gates at first, often passing off such tremors as the uneasy rest of Red Mountain herself, but steadily the tremors grew, as if all of Nirn shook with their steps.
I remember the quaking as Ald'Ruhn raised her alarm....
It nocked me from my feet, threw glassware and books to the ground. To escape my tumbling house clambered from my home- narrowly avoiding a tumbling dresser- and threw myself into the open street...

What my eyes met on those ashen streets can never be expressed. Those who did not fight at Ald'Ruhn shall never have understanding no matter the eloquence of my utterances...
However, I must say it for you, that my story and my brothers stories are not lost to history. I must say it, that we remember.

Before me chaos consumed the streets, militias headed by the town Guards began to assemble. Under-equipt and untrained the Men stood clumsily and shaking, half in fear half in anticipation. In the distance stood Buckmoth, stronghold of the Imperial Outlanders, bastion of The Empire's strength, inflames and toppling, its central tower reduced to rubbled stone and ember. The sky was fire and blood, the earth soot and flesh...
A fierce murmur came from behind the city gates... Daedra, tearing at the walls, bearing claws and black steel.
"The gates wont last" spoke a calm voice behind me, "Messengers, runners, have been sent for reinforcements... But those gates wont last"
the voice came from Gadaves Moren, a neighbor and Blacksmith. Gadaves was garbed in a Bonemold breastplate and greaves and held a heavy imperial sword in his hand.
"Guards are trying to keep em at bay but It'nt be long now till they break the defense, best arm yourself, Thalas"
Gavades has always, since my birth, called me by my ancestral name. even in the face of death he spoke this way to me. Gadaves grasped my wrist, clutching till tendons strained and screamed and pulled me to the lower terrace, now a mass of faces obscured by helms of Gah-Jula, native Bonemold of the Redoran. nowhere in the chaos was a single dagger, sword, bow or spear that had not already been laid claim to. I heard Gadaves shout to me but his voice was drowned by tremendous quakeings and the hideous shrieking of scraping steel. Looming over the gates of Ald'Ruhn I saw it, a hulking colossus, thorned in obsidian and covered in bloody hooks.
The Siege Engine, I had heard the rumors but no rumor could endure such a thing....
nothing could endure such a thing...

Fire... fire, then nothing...
Blackness spread about me, lingered in my eyes, muddled my mind.
I fell screaming into the void, unconscious as my brethren died around me
blackness.... nothingness... how long had it been?

I awoke in chaos, half buried beneath the bleeding corpse of a noble lord's retainer. I forced myself free; dirty, speechless, deaf... and rose to my feet.
I grabbed for a discarded chittin sword and heaved it out of its daedra sheath. Before me raged a battle not seen since the stories of Indoril Nerevar.
The Daedric Siege engine was toppled, struggling with its many legs and launching searing balls of flame at random in many directions. Next to it rose an awe inspiring sight, the great crab carapace, Ald'Skar, had risen and was using its mighty limbs to tear at the machine. What divine intervention or ancient magicks brought Ald'Skar to un-life may forever elude me but the image our titanous savior will forever remain with me.
Ald'Skar in one final lurch toppled over the siege engine, crushing it beneath its girth and, writhing, grew still.

if we all can make separate stories with separate flavors that work together then we'll have something real cool!

[Hector the Hooded]

Maybe it could be a book full of diffrent accounts, like the people are on diffrent sides on Ald-Ruhn, looking from diffrent Angles

[Ebonyknight]

Or just one?

[Ataridante]

could be just one...

but its pretty cool when there are more than one too.
especially if they build off each other.

this is just me but it seems like a nice bit of extra flavor.


though then again maybe one book would be all we need, who knows?

[KuKulzA]

no we need many views, this is a BIG event that saved the rest of Vvardenfell from further large-scale Daedric invasion...

think of the Fall of Ald-ruhn like the 9/11 attack on the USA
or...
as if a big city just got destroyed and its people massacred (with great cost to the enemy though)
or...
like other-dimensional gates opening and sending howling demons to your front-step...
...oh yeah that IS the fall of Ald-ruhn :confused:

we need many accounts... from Hlaalu, from Telvanni, from Temple, from Redoran, from Ashlanders weaving the fall of Ald-ruhn into their epics and oral histories, etc. This is a 'phyrric victory' for the Daedra that'll be remembered for a LONG time... its an ENORMOUS event... I think I'vesaid that enough :yes:

[Hector the Hooded]

Hm... how big of an event was it?

Anyway, I agree of course the Telvanni will think they saved the day, and will Gloat, the Hlaalu will think they saved the day, but keep it to themselves untill they want something, the Temple will think it was an equal parts, and the Ashlander are wondering why they didn't steal from the Redoran while everyone was busy! :yes:

[Mormacil]

:lmao: So true...
Although some ideas:
- An Asshlander story about the end of the world (the invasion and all) and how th Redoran stand and defeated their foes,
- Regular Imperial journal of some guardcaptain of Buckmoth.
- story from a travelling merchant, perhaps a Breton, really amazed by the co?rporation , begin a Breton and all.
- Temple lesson about good faith in the devines saves the day
- chronicle from the MG, just history from a MG point of view.