Into Oblivion

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"-I'm not going," she interjected. "I will not return to that vile place."

"Then where will you go?" Bromus scoffed. "All you have is here in Anvil!"

"I will find another life," Elizabeth wiped her eyes with a sniffle. "I don't care if I see any of them ever again."

The Nord narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Just because your father is a rather cruel man and your mother is distant does not mean that you may label your entire family as hateful. Caldwyn, Orrick, and Daelon love you very much. The twins might not show it as much. But Daelon was the first to come after you, yet Jerald held him back. I'm sure that Daelon is trying to get your necklace out of the fireplace this instant."

Elizabeth furrowed her brow and shook her head, "... but... how can I return there? It shall be entirely awkward between all of us now that they know the truth about..." she strayed and thought to herself.

Bromus shrugged and said, "I don't know how they'll react. Damn, I don't know how the world would react." He smiled weakly and looked upon her with curious eyes. He coughed and then questioned, "... he must be really amazing if you have fallen in love with him."

The Elf smiled and bowed her head, "... he put his life on the line to ensure my safety. He gave me clothing when I was cold and food when I was hungry. He kept me out of harm in the Imperial City and gave me that necklace..." her eyes searched the ground as she felt her throat tighten. Her eyes began watering again and she smiled brighter as the tears rolled down, "... he gave it to me... before he went out to fight to keep... m-me alive." She shook her head frantically and looked up at Bromus, "He's not evil, Bromus. I can promise you that. He praises the goddesses. Our goddesses... Mara and Dibella. He met them in his past. Please, let me leave Anvil."

Bromus bowed his head and sighed profoundly, "... go to the Count's Arms and tell this to Caldwyn, Orrick, and Daelon. I would never let you leave unless you said goodbye to your brothers, first."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around Bromus. They embraced tightly and softly she whispered, "I love you, Bromus."

The old butler grinned feeling his heart swell. "I love you too, Elizabeth."

The troops stood before the massive Oblivion gate whose Hellfire swirled like a hurricane in the ocean. Their weapons sheathed tightly in their scabbards. Their steadfast eyes were awaiting for orders. Broga stood before them wrapped in the darkest of leathers. A dark burgundy cloth wrapped around his chest and up over his head making a hood. His eyes shone from the cover and he boomed with his strident voice which made the thunder in the heavens cower before him, "Prepare, my minions! You shall all be sent to the Oblivion gates all over Tamerial! The great warrior shall come before you and with all the power from your blackened souls destroy him! Return with his heart or do not return at all! Now, go!" He spreads his arms out and the armies marched forward.

Mages stood before the quadrants with their staffs strapped to their backs. With their darkest of magic they had summoned petite portals that the armies would march into to get to their gates. From there, the Hero would be alerted of Oblivion gates and he would be far too busy to worry about Anvil. Broga watched with a smirk as all the Daedra disappeared through the portals. He turned around to the Anvil gate and advanced forward. A nearby mage looked at the Anvil portal with cagy eyes. He soon looked to Broga and questioned, "Are you sure you wish to go alone, sir?"

Broga glanced sideways and replied, "If I take a troop with me than there shall be a higher chance that we shall be seen. If only I go, than I shall be as silent as a shadow."

The Mage bowed and said, "As you say, sir."

The Commander turned back to the portal and walked through it soon disappearing from the Oblivion plane and arriving upon the Anvil soil.