The Wealth of Wayrest, act III

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.