Electricity arced over the Breton's form, leaping out from his hands and arms as he fell to the stone floor on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Gasping in a lungful of cold air, he slowly raised his head to identify his aggressor.
Greyish robes adorned with numerous fetishes fashioned from dragon scales; gloves covered with a protective layer of yet more dragon scales; boots formed of what seemed to be a thick, brown leather; and a golden mask resembling some twisted, corrupted squid, narrow eyeslits doing nothing to lessen the mixture of lethal pride, utter disdain, and pure arrogance that seemed to radiate outwards from what little the Dovahkiin could see of his eyes.
Flanking him, two vaguely human... Things, floating roughly two feet off the ground, their shoulders and backs draped in layers green cloth, withered arms hanging in the air in front of them. Where their legs should have been, however, was simply a writhing collection of tentacles, each one probing the air surrounding it. Their faces... No, their heads, resembled that of a malformed octopus, tentacles jutting off at different angles, grey eyes directing their baleful gaze at him.
The robed figure stepped forward, his deep and resonant voice audible throughout the entire area.
"Who are you, to dare set foot here?" He regarded the Dovahkiin for a moment, as if realising something. "Aah... You are dragonborn. I can feel it, and yet..."
He trailed off for several seconds, most likely deep in thought. He resumed talking, a sense of grudging respect creeping into his voice, which displayed a strong Nordic accent.
"So you have slain Alduin... Well done. I could have slain him myself, back when I walked the earth, but I chose a different path."
The figure, who had been confirmed as being Miraak, continued.
"You have no idea of the true power a Dragonborn can wield! Mul... Qah Div!" Ethereal armour resembling the spikes and spines of a dragon materialised over Miraak.
"This realm is beyond you. You have no power here, and it is only a matter of time before Solstheim is also mine. I already control the minds of its people. Soon they will finish building my temple, and I can return home."
Miraak turned to the abomination flanking his left side, drawing in a breath. "Send him back where he came from." The abomination began to float closer and closer to the Dovahkiin, now joined by the other squid-human thing, as Miraak turned from the Dovahkiin, and began to walk away. "He can await my arrival, with the rest of Tamriel..."
The two abominations began to blast the Dovahkiin with spell after spell, who locked his jaws together, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing his pain, meaningless words floating inside his head a fraction of a second before he lost consciousness.
Name: Azalvaunt (Real name: Hulgar Arnand)
Species: Breton
Allegiance: Imperial
Armour: Daedric set, Konahrik Mask
Weapon: Daedric 2H Sword, Daedric Mace
Magic: Destruction (Novice - Adept), Conjuration (Master), Restoration (Novce - Apprentice), Alteration (Novice)
Most used shout: Unrelenting Force
So, let's have three branches, shall we? The first one is where I shall focus my attention (Although others are perfectly welcome to add, although I request that you wait until I have added at least one more chapter), and the others are for anybody else's take on Azalvaunt.
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