Tamriel Data:The Wealth of Wayrest, act III
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Act III, Scene I
In the Northern Wilderness of the Reach the army of Wulfharth encamped east of High Rock, the army prepares for the move west, as Wulfharth and attendants
discuss.
Wulf: Gardtide has come Keltis.
We are too high to notice
Its presence, but rain's hand
Has arrived. We follow a path
To often traveled. See the footsteps
Left from the last travel of rain's hand.
Kelt: Ah, too long it has been,
The treacherous Bretons have
Lied too many times for my axe
To lay still. Their blood shall
Never reach our lands, it will
Run back to their decadent halls.
Wulf: Gather the men, we follow
The ice, and descend to Wrothgar.
(exit attendants and Keltis)
Wulf: I feel the urge you force in me.
Ysmir your will still in this realm
Will bring a glorious rebirth of
Our ancient line. You wiped
The curse from our books,
You quenched the fires of
Rebellion, and for your
Nobility you received the dagger
That fell from the elves of Wayrest
From the table of peace.
So I am, the descendant of
The new pantheon.
(exit Wulfharth)
(Enter two soldiers)
Sol1: Do you smell what the west carries?
Sol2: Ah, and I hate its roaming tongue.
Sol1: We shall meet at the walls,
Where we shall begin our
Reclamation of the lowlands.
Sol2: My ancestors held a land in
Wrothgar, in the days before
The empire.
Sol1: I've been to my ancestors hold,
Strong it was, built upon an ebony
Foundation, rich as well.
Sol2: An ebony foundation?
Sol1: Ah, they would have mined it,
But it would be a waste of the
Beautiful countryside.
Sol2: Ebony foundation, I've never
Heard of such a thing.
Sol1: It is true, a grand manor
Within its halls. All the
Spoils of the harvest, and
Meat, delicious meats from
All of Tamriel were delivered daily.
Sol2: Well where is this grand hall
Of emperors.
Sol1: Why do you care?
You wouldn't be allowed in
The way you look. No one
Speaks of it anymore, the
Bretons grew tired of failed
Invasions, so it was left untouched
In the middle of High Rock.
Sol2: Well we shall see it when we
March to Wayrest then, and
Your kin will give us stay.
Sol1: They would, had it not been
For the fire of last summer,
Such a waste. Barely recognizable
Now from the mountain side,
Too hard to find now.
Sol2: Oh such a shame, I would have
Liked to try a feast from Hammerfell.
And all that ebony, I could be
Richer than all the line of Septim.
(Keltis falls back to the two soldiers)
Kelt: There is no ebony in Wrothgar.
Now shut your ramblings.
(exit Keltis to the front lines)
Sol1: It was a unique deposit.
(exit all)
Scene II
In Wayrest, the army of Camoran led by Tarinketh meets with Eadwyre to plan the march into Skyrim.
(Enter Tarinketh and soldiers into the hall of Wayrest)
Ead: (to Merithyn) He brings his men into my hall,
Such insolence these forked-tongues
Have never shown, hold yourself.
(to all) Welcome Tarinketh, the
Second new moon expect you, the half
Crescent greets you tonight.
Tar: Your waters are cold and your
Winds still as a cavern's depths,
Insult my men no more with
The schedules of short-sighted men.
Mar: A grand hall you stand in Tarinketh,
Not made of the glorious mud you praise.
Ead: Ease good men, we are all allies
Of the bay, let no unrest of days
Detached pull us under the surface.
Tar: Calm men.
Ead: In your absence the Western
Forces have entered the Wrothgar highlands.
The horde is close to the walls they say.
Mar: We must leave tonight, or the land
Shall push them upon us.
Tar: Then by this crescent we shall
Move tonight, fire and dust
Burn the eyes of the Nords.
(exit all)
Scene III
In the Wrothgar Highlands the army of Daggerfall led by Fatian camps in by a glacial melt stream.
Fat: See these cliffs alive now Benowyn?
Ben: Ay, thankfully Akatosh does not
Send us into the fangs of winter,
Like the ill-fated son, Gothyrd.
Fat: In the new moist ground you can see
The path of a wandering mountain bear,
Who stayed at this tree, for it's
Sweet reward, and caught a slaughterfish
In the fast receding ice. His spoils
And his survival exists upon this spot,
Where his memories can not surpass.
The next wet season shall
Unroot his forest disturbed.
Ben: So shall we have passage
For the brute imperial city.
Fat: No son of Daggerfall ventures
To the stones torn from
Walls of the old kings.
Ben: Who then travels the new road?
Fat: Those of the Eastern rock.
(enter soldier)
Sol: Eadwyre approaches with the hands
Of Hammerfell by his guard.
Fat: Welcome my lord to our mountain
Post of rain's hand, and to you
Tarinketh, my claymore's edge
Draws no longer lines in your sand.
Ead: A sedation of the Iliac comes
To these times so serene.
What news from the East Ridge.
Fat: A smoke rose two nights past,
From the Virstaag Valley.
That would lead them to the mount
In one night's passing.
Ead: Cursed sand sloth's you have lost
Our iron defense with your pace.
Tar: Sentinel shall take this no longer,
Your words are like swords
Drawn, a point not lost.
Fat: Enter men, this chaos shall
Not go unguarded.
(A raucous occurs, Enter Marithyn)
Mar: Halt you of darkened swords,
Calm your words before the
Hills themselves crush our campaign.
Ben: Ah, your traitor blade has cut
Me deep Tarinketh.
Fat: You fools
Of little control, do you wish
A mountain grave upon us all
With your civil disruption.
Ead: Skyrim shall have no need
To rush our path, if arms
Between us allies forms.
Fat: Benowyn, your wounds do not
Pull you into these ancient grounds.
To the healer go now,
And worry not of these trials
Of politics gone astray.
(exit Benowyn)
Tonight we rest, and no more
Shall past troubles raise
Our blood to boil in these
Times so tested.
Ead: Ay
Tar: To my men I attend.
(exit all sans Fatian)
Fat: How can a group of so
Troubled past pull for
This common cause tonight,
When generations do create
Such standard thought of nature.
(enter messenger)
What news bring you of the west.
Mess: The son of Daggerfall has returned,
And disturbing news does he bear.
Fat: News of his capture?
Mess: No capture
Did occur, sent out from Wayrest
On fire and prophet word,
His wayward journey did send
Him into the Wrothgar gap,
Where the winters fury blind
His path, and so a camp was made
In ancient caves until First Seed
Sprout him into our homeland.
Fat: In Wayrest his stay was not held?
Mess: In Wayrest an old prophet spoke
Telling of the betrayal of our
Campaign, and death upon
Lord Eadwyre upon the betrayer.
Fat: Lord Eadwyre is alive still though.
Mess: Though Gothryd believes not
Upon his own will does he stay.
Fat: A strange fog melts along
This foothill these days.
Return to Daggerfall, the
Message of our caution.
Mess: Ay sir.
Fat: Of what reason
Then be we here. Eadwyre
Did not speak of this fate
And escape of Gothyrd.
Why a scapegoat of Skyrim
Is made of the weary retreat.
(enter Benowyn)
Your wounds are addressed?
Ben: Yes my liege.
Fat: Then know those
Of our walls are not.
I sense the workings of this
Sister state be not of those
Addressed to us here.
Too easy this lord made it
To join with bay reflection.
His temper seems like
Fury of late, not the mourning
And humble Eadwyre known.
Ben: Ay, to choleric fell Wayrest.
Fat: If these from pits arise,
Then so will Daggerfall
Leave its in warrant post.
(exit all)
Scene IV
Within the tent of Eadwyre.
Mar: The nords will tear apart
These men who watch only
Their own hide in defense.
Ead: It shall not be so Marithyn,
Divinity is a power unseen
To those blind with rage.
My lady shall raise this army
To the heights and give
Each man the strength
To defeat an army.
Mar: I stand by your words.
Ead: Leave me to consult
My thoughts must be clear.
(exit Marithyn)
In this silence one finds
The connection between acts
And the benefits received.
(enter a dark cloaked figure)
Fig: Rise Eadwyre, your fate
Upon words does not
Only balance in rest.
This news you need for
Your men to be victorious,
The Nords come across the
East wall and not through.
Enter your men here
And reign over Highrock.
Ead: Will this path not leave us
Open for massacre in lines?
Fig: You will follow this path
And you will reign king.
(exit figure)
Ead: I dare not speak my thought
In the presence of such power,
Though the plan is very off.
Last passing of Bretony through
The walls left none alive,
But my fate is caught
As light in the dark pit.
We will enter, and King I shall be.
Scene V
At the Nord camp Wulfharth sharpens his sword in solace.
Wulf: We are bound together now,
I forged you from the depths
Of the ores for your purpose,
And be sheathed forever
When the will be met.
(Enter dark cloaked figure)
Fig: You call upon that which
Has left this realm
Young Ysmir, you struggle
And force your voice to
Carry on the wars of the elders.
Wulf: I must, for my soul shall
Never see peace 'til that day.
Fig: You do not know days, you
Could not, you have not seen
So many as the telvani wizards
Who know the grand scheme
Of this world, you could not know
Of the daedric world, and the
Power concealed in its ancient
Depths. Death is not what it seems.
Wulf: What do you know of these trials,
If to me you still address.
Fig: Insolence, the world is a fire
That I feed with embers and
You'd question my knowledge,
You bring shame to your house
That you fight to immortalize,
When your house has been
A stone pillar for all time.
Wulf: I plea with you, your words
Now strike like the fires
Of Dagoth Ur, I know to fear
You now king of this world.
Fig: The fools bicker between
Themselves, and know not
That as they enter the walls
Tomorrow, you shall run
Their blood as a river
To the treacherous Wayrest walls.
Wulf: Ysmir, your will is my life.
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