We all know that in the Nine Holy Spirits religion promoted by the Empire, Stendarr is a god of justice, mercy and kindness. Standal is rumored to have fought alongside Tiber Septim during his conquest of all of Tamriel.
Unlike most of the Holy Spirit, most of the servants who serve this Holy Spirit protect the weak, heal the sick, and lend a helping hand to those in need in a humble and fair, friendly and generous manner. Moreover, since according to legend, this Holy Spirit and Molag Bal are the great enemies, so as believers in this god of justice and mercy, most of Stendar's believers are interested in hunting down demons, vampires, werewolves and the like. The dark creatures are particularly fanatical.
Frost Moon.
20th.
Skyrim, Hall of the Watcher.
Although Standal's temple is in the Imperial Capital, the most active ones in Skyrim are the vigilantes who are responsible for fighting various dark creatures and protecting the innocent.
This is a loose but powerful organization composed of various powerful warriors and priests. Its head was Archbishop Midorance.
As a believer in the God of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, Old Midorance spent the first half of his life fighting against all kinds of evil creatures walking in the darkness. When he could no longer wield the war hammer, the Archbishop of the previous generation Recruit him from the cold and desolate wilderness, let him replace himself and become the new generation of vigilant bishop.
And the old Midorance, who spent half his life in the military, may have been tired of the endless hunting. The fire and impulse in his heart finally subsided after the endless killing and purification. The pursuit of mercy and humility became the belief that supported him for the rest of his life. He began to follow the footsteps of the previous generation of archbishops, and worked diligently to manage the huge hall of vigilantes and the hundreds of colleagues who lived in it.
"Dear Archbishop:
Please allow me to address you here..."
Old Midorance calmly omitted the unavoidable nonsense in the letter. In the dim candlelight, his slightly cloudy eyes stared straight at the words on the top-secret letter sent back by a colleague, his gray eyebrows Locked up tightly, as if something was on his mind.
“…Due to the well-known war in the South, the entire continent is now in turmoil. Chaos and murder are everywhere, and many evils we once thought disappeared have resurfaced like snow rats smelling blood.
There is evidence that many Daedra Lords were involved, many names. Please forgive me for not being able to explain them to you here, because our Lord has warned us that it is unwise to talk about any great being! But our colleagues in the south have personally admitted to me that in Anvil and Bravel, multiple doors of annihilation were opened, and heavily armed demons and hoarse spiders swarmed out! "
Seeing this, the Archbishop's brows jumped, and some uneasiness and fear surged into his heart. It was as if I could see the boundless army of annihilation before my eyes, and the ground was filled with flames and corpses! The light of life is gradually extinguished.
He suppressed his heartache and continued reading.
"...The emperor is sending many envoys to General Desianus of Hammerfell and General Antony of High Rock to convey the order to return to the imperial capital. The purpose is most likely to have a decisive battle between Cyrodiil and Summerset Island. ! In fact, General Jona from Tianji was the first to arrive. I believe that you, the respected Archbishop, should have heard about this..."
"... We don't know whether it was due to the chaos caused by the war or the darkness itself with evil. After discovering traces of demons appearing in many cities in the south, the Cardinal Archbishop began to order people to investigate the turmoil across the continent to prevent Those terrible things are once again sweeping across the continent just like the crisis of annihilation.”
"...Skyrim, as the oldest birthplace of mankind, is also shrouded in evil and darkness. There is evidence that Reach, as the most barbaric and bloody area, is hiding some evil force. However, the envoy sent by the Cardinal Archbishop to investigate is... After issuing a critical warning, his whereabouts are unknown. For this reason, the Cardinal Archbishop ordered that the Skyrim Warden Hall should send corresponding personnel to the area to find out where the source of this dark power comes from!"
“…Finally, please allow me to once again express my highest respect to you!
A loyal friend.
M"
Old Midorance's old hands held the thin letter firmly and read it over and over again. Until he was sure that he could no longer get any more information from between the lines, he put it together with the envelope in the dark. On the candlelight, light it and see them turn into a pile of ashes with your own eyes.
Suddenly, the Archbishop sighed softly and blew the pile of ashes into the dark corner until they could no longer return to their original appearance.
"Come here," cried the Archbishop.
Outside the door, the guard immediately opened the door and came in. Under the dim candlelight, the Archbishop's figure was vaguely visible, with only a pair of cloudy eyes showing some kind of sparkle.
"Send Yin Slaan to come over," the archbishop said.
Yin Silan was awakened from his sleep, and he reflexively grabbed the war hammer placed on the bedside. The other hand made a magical gesture. It wasn't until he realized that he was in the place called home by many vigilantes, in a comfortable and warm bed, not in a dangerous and cold wilderness, nor in a dark and gloomy cave, that he relaxed. hands.
"What's the matter?" Yin Silan looked at the visitor warily, and the tone in his mouth was not so pleasant.
But obviously, every vigilant has been accustomed to being careful and cautious. After all, there is not much room for error in a dangerous night in the wild. Maybe a small habit that you have ignored can win you a chance. The life of a vigilante.
Therefore, the guard did not feel dissatisfied when he saw the tall and majestic Red Guard holding the weapon immediately. Instead, a smile emerged in the guard's gray eyes.
"The Archbishop orders you to come over," the guard said softly.
Yin Silan recognized this colleague, who was the guard beside the archbishop, and he was completely relieved when he confirmed that he was no longer in the dangerous wilderness. He stood up, dressed neatly and walked out of the room shared by two vigilantes with almost no preparation.
Well, Yin Silan was used to not completely taking off all his clothes even when sleeping.
It is worth mentioning that the other bed was empty. Obviously, his roommate is still in the banquet hall at this moment, maybe drinking or chatting with others.
Or maybe, both.
The Red Guards followed the guards through the empty corridors and training grounds.
The night in the sky was extremely cold, and the stars and the moon all disappeared, making the already silent night extremely dark, and the guards needed to hold torches to patrol;
The prayer room in the distance was brightly lit, and Yin Slaan could even hear the murmurs of his colleagues; and the only thing that could compare with it was the banquet hall, where the unarmed and tired vigilantes were roasting. Under the warm fire, they drank mead or ate food and talked about their experiences from various places.
Yin Slaan even recognized the powerful voice and laughter of the Nords who lived together, as if the cold and windy night could not extinguish the Nords' ever-extinguishing enthusiasm.
Tranquility and heat, faith and life, this is the vigilant.
For some reason, Yin Silan felt indescribably awkward about this scene that he should have been used to for a long time. He longed to embrace the cold night of the sky, and was disgusted with the vigilante's lazy but self-respected life.
We can do more!
The Red Guards thought of the farmers and miners whose hearts were ripped out and their blood sucked dry by werewolves and vampires. They gritted their teeth, and their faces soaked in wind, frost and blood were as hard as a stone.
The archbishop's study.
The Red Guards met the old man whom many vigilantes called their leader.
"I'm here at your request." Yin Slaen's hard face melted away for the first time, revealing a hint of respect. But at the same time, this young, vigorous, stern and cold vigilante couldn't help but wonder why the Archbishop summoned him in such a late night.
Archbishop Midorance is the mentor of the Red Guards. It was Old Midorance who led Yin Slaan on the path of the Vigilant when he was most confused.
Maybe the Red Guards are not so sincere in their belief in the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, but it is undeniable that Archbishop Old Midorance is definitely a life mentor worthy of respect in Yin Slaan's heart.
"Yin Silan." A smile appeared on the archbishop's old face, and his cloudy but wise eyes showed the warmth that only relatives can have. He waved his hand and the guard respectfully stepped back.
"The First Clan"
"Sit down. I hope I have not disturbed your rest, son." said the archbishop, "but please forgive me, this is all I can do."
Yin Silan sat down on the chair on the other side of the table without hesitation, and the chain armor on his body made a slight rattling sound.
There was a bottle of Corlevian wine and two wine glasses on the table. Obviously, the Archbishop had already expected that he would come.
The archbishop looked at the red guard's tall body like a javelin, with a smile on his face. "You should learn from others, my son. A bowstring that is too tight will break easily."
"But the softened bowstring will make it too late for us to draw the bow when we need it." Yin Slaan said, his voice as cold as the rocks of Hrothgar Peak, "In fact, I think the vigilantes have lost their vigilance, maybe before we While we are enjoying the wine, our enemies are killing more innocent civilians."
The archbishop sighed, and he poured two full glasses of wine himself, one of which was given to Yin Silan, his favorite child.
Yes, just as the Redguards regard old Midorance as their most beloved mentor, the Archbishop will also never forget the scene when he first met Yin Slaan as a child many years ago. At that time, the man in front of him was still a child, but his eyes were full of confusion and pain that even adults had never experienced.
"Sometimes, we have to stop before we can move on," the archbishop said. "Even the strongest steel needs to be quenched to increase its elongation, otherwise it may break at any time."
Yin Silan hesitated for a moment, then took the wine glass. He took a small sip, and the sweet and slightly spicy taste of the wine from southern Cyrodiil immediately filled his buds and brought a warm feeling, which made him have a slight aftertaste.
The archbishop smiled and watched as his expression changed from cold stone to soft moonstone. Well, although there seemed to be not much difference between the two, upon closer inspection, there was still a difference.
Silence spread throughout the Archbishop's study, until a coal in the fireplace suddenly burst and sparks flew.
"Your order?" Yin Silan was still the same Yin Silan. After the initial silence, he spoke again, and his softened attitude became hard again. This time, he was more direct. The Red Guard put down his wine glass and asked seriously.
Midorance was silent for a while. He even couldn't help but stroke the beard on his chin, and then scratched the scar on his left cheek that was left in a battle in the early years - this scar almost killed one of his Eye. This scar almost ran through his face from the left forehead to his nose.
If it hadn't been for that time, when the Valhachi pure-blood vampire was about to scratch his face into pieces, his steel hammer took the lead and smashed the vampire's head. At this moment, the grass on his grave would have been three feet high.
This is one of the reasons why the vigilantes respect old Midorance so much, because this archbishop who seems to be blown away by a strong wind at any time is a real soldier from the lowest level, step by step to reach his current status, not only Those scriveners who are always well-dressed in the imperial capital only open their mouths and rely on flattering princes, nobles and ladies to gain power that does not belong to them.
Old Midorance found that he was actually distracted. He put down his slightly trembling hands apologetically and said, "Please forgive me. When people get old, they always like to recall what they have and what they don't have. Where were we? Ah, yes. , command. Well, children, we are not soldiers who only know how to obey. The Lord of Mercy warns us to remain humble, just, friendly, and generous. We must protect the weak, heal the sick, and lend a helping hand to those in need. But we are still just a group of shepherds looking after his sheep for the merciful Lord. Maybe we have a stronger faith than others, but we are not a group of soldiers who only know how to kill. On this point, Yin Slaan, you must Understand."
Yin Slaan did not refute the archbishop, but even the cook who was indifferent to these vigilantes walking in the wilderness and darkness knew that this red guard who always had a straight face was more interested in a warm bedroom and strong wine. He likes to swing his war hammer on cold nights.
Therefore, the archbishop wisely skipped any further rhetoric and said, "What do you think about the war in the south?"
"A boring fight." Yin Slaen's gray eyes flashed with obvious disgust, and he said coldly: "Humans and elves, the hatred that lasts for thousands of years... The blood of innocent people is flowing all over the earth, just for To please those above in this competitive game between the gods and the Daedra..."
The Archbishop sighed again, and he realized that perhaps this order was not so wise.
But what else could he do?
Old Midorance was distracted again. He wisely did not listen to the not-so-pious 'blasphemous' words spoken by the Red Guards. He held the wine glass and looked at the blazing fire in the fireplace.
