The Blood Moon [A work in progress, updated daily.]

[The Gambler]

What follows is a teaser to a story I'm writting, this is like a first prologue, then thee will be a second before kicking into the story.

The first prolouge is for the Dark Hand.
The second prolouge is for the good side [name notthought of yet.]

There is also a handy key whihc i will up date.

Enjoy and comment.

[The Gambler]

Key words

Argonan - Not much is known about Argonan's apart from the fact that they are few and extremely deadly. None can better them in magic, sorcery or swordmanship.

Katow - I a sign of mastership a man will only Katow to those who have a hold over him. It is the ultimate sign of respect.

Altmer - The name given to those who serve Argonans. They are given the ability to shadow shift by their masters so that they may find them. There are three levels of Altmer, a third level Altmer wears brown, a second level white and in the rare cases of there being first level they wear black. First level are granted much more power than the other two and are trusted servants often sent upon important missions.

Skyrim - The contact between the Black Hand council and the Altmers as The council would never stoop so low as to pass on their own messages to Altmers. A high position to be awarded.

[The Gambler]

The snow melted as soon as it hit his skin, his breath came out in short bursts and crystallized in front of his face. His muscles felt ready to burst, but he had to go on, he could not stop now… The alternative was something to horrible to imagine. Looking over his shoulder he sees the figure gliding along, it does not seem to be moving all that fast but the gap between them never widens. He then puts his head down and runs for all he is worth. Small snow covered branches whip across his body but he does not seem to notice. Thorns rip his clothes as he plows through bushes, but again he does not seem to care. Only one thing is on his mind and that thing is escape.
The shadow in front of him flickers and out steps the black cloaked figure. Surprise is quickly over taken by fear as two red points start to glow under the cowl. In a split second he changes direction and heads another way. But again a shadow flickers and the daemon man steps out, this time there is no time for a change of direction, no time to react. He runs straight into the figure and falls down hard in the snow. This figure, this monster takes a step towards him as he struggles to back away. But his hands slip on the snow and it seems there is no escape. In a rasping voice the black shadow man speaks, "You can not run." The two points of red flare out bathing the surrounding area in a deep red light, the light is not bright or hot but still the snow around him melts.
The shadow man is near enough seven feet tall but as thins as a blade. He is wrapped in a black cloak, black like the shadows, a shadows man cloak. The cloak's hood hides the hideous face of the Argonan but the eyes, the eyes are fear itself. The eyes can freeze the blood, turn the bravest man into a gibbering wreck… they even say it can steal a man's soul. At the Argonan's side is a blade but in contrast to the rest off the Argonan the blade is red, as red as blood and as hot as lava. Snow flakes sizzle and turn to steam as the touch the blade. The metal of the blade constantly moves, as if alive and at times screaming faces can be seen trying to push their way out but always they are pushed back in. Those are the souls that were used to forge the blade in Kahjiit, the center of evil. From beneath a black fold stretches out a gauntleted hand which comes to rest on the golden hilt of the Argonan's sword.
"W…w…what do you… want?" The Argonan laughs and the man shivers, but not because of the cold. "You have information for me" The voice is fear itself, to hear it is death and the man's throat closes up. The gaze intensifies and his fear rises to new levels. "You will tell me what I want." says the Argonan. There is a small sound and the Argonan makes a few movements with the hand that is not on the sword hilt and a bright light appears in front of him. The light is blinding to look at and so he has to avert his gaze. There is a rushing sound and the light slams into his chest sending him backwards, oh the pain but slowly the pain fades and his mind feels clear for the first time.You will answer my questions." He nods "I will answer your questions."
The Argonan takes another step closer towards him and for the first time he notices that the Argonan leaves no impression in the snow, no mark to show that he was there. But that is the way of the Argonan, you will never know where they will turn up and you will never know if they turned up. The only sign of their passing is a mystery death, maybe a plague or some other horror.
"Where is he" asks the Argonan. He gets ready to answer because he must answer, he must obey, but something stops him, something penetrates the mist that encompasses his mind and seems to take over. "Who do you mean?" A force slams into him sending him flying into a tree smacking his head in the process. Blood slowly trickles from the back of his head but the pain can not get through the mind mist. "You know who I mean. NOW ANSWER ME!" The voice slams into his mind and the pain shoots through his whole body, it feels as if his whole body is on fire. Again something from the back of his mind penetrates the mind mist and takes over. "He comes with the rising of the blood moon, he comes when the terrors stalk the earth. Then shall come the last hope, the light to drive back the dark and at last the end will come. He knows no fear, his power is boundless…" his back arches and his arms start to flail about as if there is some battle going on in his body, but this information does not penetrate through the mind mist,"…the earth shall shake and he shall destr…" As quickly as a striking cobra the Argonan has his sword out and clefts him in two and as he does the sword gives out a scream of pure pleasure as the blood covers it and is absorbed by the sword. Slowly the mans blood runs over the snow turning it red as the Argonan places the blade back at his side. The Argonan watches the blood pool about his boots before turning.
Out of the shadows come two other Argonan's, they seem to be part of the shadow and then part of the real world. But that is the way of the Argonan and it is a way which men can not comprehend. One of the Argonan motions towards the dead man. "He could have still been of some use Dunmer." The Argonan Dunmer slowly shakes his head once, "His mind was tapped, as soon as the tap knew what I was after they terminated his mind and memory. He would have been a gibbering wreck." The other Argonan, the one who has yet to speak, laughs hollowly, the other two turn towards him. "We do seem to have that affect on the weak mortal mind." The other two nod in agreement.
A shadow flickers and out steps another figure, but this one is not an Argonan. This figure is definitely human and has an age lined face and white hair. The new comer is dressed in a woolen white cloak and as soon as he sees the three Argonan he drops onto the snow and places his head in the snow in a Katow. The Argonan known as Dunmer turns his head and looks at the man. "Rise Altmer." The man in white rises to his feet but at all times he keeps his head bowed so not to look upon the Argonans. "What is your message Altmer?" The Altmer speaks in an unsteady voice even after all these years of serving the Argonans. "You have been called to a grand meeting of the Black Hand my Lords." The three Argonan nod to acknowledge the message. "Return and tell the Skyrim that we shall be there shortly." Dunmer tells the Altmer and with that said the Altmer Katows again before rising and stepping backwards into the shadow, merging with it before disappearing.
"A meeting of the council He must have been found."

[Eothin]

-waiting for next installment-

[Darkgod]

Not bad but you should Lankeys and it seems you got a lot of your names from Morrowind. Check out my story and tell me what you think of it Tavelon( Revenge of Taringa)