Episode 2 – Start Date: April 19, 2019

Dibellas G3 EPISODE #2
MAY THE BEST DRAMA QUEEN WINS. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰
Today we bring you episode 2 of G3 (Grand, Guild Games, for those with the audacity of asking “what’s that” ).
On our last episode we saw Mr Skuido take the tiara of best themed trial runner lol congrats to him โ€ฆ Blah blah ๐Ÿคฌ
But here is your chance to pay him back for stealing the tiara from you ๐Ÿ˜.
Our latest episode is about ESO soap operas
Yes ! That’s right soap operas about your main toon (if you have one ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ! If not then invent something ๐Ÿ˜œ.
Participants must submit a great soap opera story built around your main toon or any side toons you may have.
All soap operas must be sent to yours truly (muah) and at the same time I will send em to our tough judges for review.
Judges will rate your story based on :
ORIGINALITY
PLOT
EXECUTION
OF COURSE DRAMA ๐Ÿฆ„.
Entry fee is 15k, must be deposited in guild bank BEFORE submitting story. Prices will be awarded to the top 7 stories !
What are you waiting for ? This is your chance at stardom ! ๐Ÿ˜Ž Remember your story cannot be too long otherwise it will bore our TV viewers ๐Ÿ˜ฑ.
We will be waiting to ๐Ÿ‘‘ our next soap opera queen/king ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„

EPISODE 2 WINNER STORY :

Be Careful of What You Wish Forโ€ฆ
My name Is Gamril and I am mage. A Highborn, and the only child of two loving Breton parents, both Loyal to each other and our home country. Born in the great Capital of High Rock I received the best schooling but in the mundane and arcane arts. My skills were vast and I was at the top of my classes, specializing in weather manipulation. I studied all I could to advance my skills as a Tempestarii, a weather mage. I wanted to be as good as the stories of the Sea Elves to the western seas, surpass them, even.
My hunger for knowledge and power grew so great I decided to set out in search of someone or something that could help me achieve my goal. I traveled far and wide, meeting new types of people of all different races. I faced countless monstrosities and evils, but my skills never seemed to be enough to best the toughest of foes. I began to doubt myself and my dreams of becoming a great Tempestarii, Julianos and Kynareth be willing.
One day, while on my travels, I met a strange man. His name I will never forget and for as long as i live. He called himself Ignis Astri. He took a keen interest in me and seemed very interested in my dream and the stories of my conquests, both my successes and failures. He told me he could help me achieve my goals, but that the price would not be cheap. Being a Highborn, I thought money was no option, but it wasn’t money that he was afterโ€ฆ
The man had me set out on a quest alone. A test he said, to find a few artifacts for the ritual that we would perform to help me finally achieve my dream. The quest was a difficult and one I almost did not return from. With my body bruised and bloody, my robes in tatters, I finally returned to Ignis. The look in his eyes upon my returned with the artifacts was almost frightening, but I was so exhausted and so close to finally achieving my dream I paid it no mind.
Once my body had healed from my extensive wounds, I sent word to my parents in High Rock, for who wouldn’t want to have their parents there to finally see their dreams come to fruition. Upon my parents arrival, I introduced them to the man who had promised to help me become the greatest Tempestarii Nirn had ever seen, and again i saw that look. So close to my lifelong dream dismissed it once more.
I was blinded my dream and unknowingly about to pay a great price.
Once ritual preparations were completed, Ignis took us into a room filled with the smoke of incense and the strange and beautiful illumination of blue candlelight. There were strange runes on the walls I had never seen before, I swear I could almost hear them singing. Ignis’ face was not now I remembered. I couldn’t tell if it was just the smoke and lighting or something completely different.
Ignis instructed me to lie down upon the alter, and for my parents to stand at each of my sides, while he stood at my head. Each of my parents held one of my hands, and then each others. Out of curiosity, i asked where the relics were that I had retrieved for Ignis. He simply shushed me, smiled, and raised his hands to begin the ritual. With a single word from Ignas, my parents and I were bound in chains. Chains so tight that the bodies of my parents were being crushed and contorted. I could hear the bones in their bodies snapping under the immense pressure. Their screams deafening, until finally their bodies exploded under the pressure. Their flesh, blood, and viscera, covered everything in the room. I tried to cry out for help but no sound would pass my lips. I looked to Ignas face, only to see what I now knew be a Deadra, his glowing red eyes, his crown of horns protruding from his skull, and the evil fanged smile across its face. Then I lost consciousness.
Upon waking from what I was sure had to be a nightmare, I quickly realized I was in my childhood room. Confused, I called out to my parents. I heard no reply. Again, I called out and still nothing. In a panic, I ran about the house searching for them, but nothing. I ran outside with nothing but my small clothes, and upon opening the front door I was met with faces of horror and rage and screams of horror. Only now realizing I was still covered in the blood of my beloved parents. The town guards came running and before I can beg for help, I hear “KILL THE ELF!” I look around and see no elf, but the guards begin to encroach on me with blades in hand ready to end my life. I quickly ran back into my home and as I run passed a looking glass, I am shocked and horrified and what I see. The face looking back at me was not my own, but that of a bloodstained High Elf. Fearing for my life I do the first thing that crosses my mind. I call down a massive bolt of lightning to destroy the only place i had ever called home and in the process escape.
It’s been many years since that time, but I will never forget the true face of that Deada, or the price I paid to become the greatest Tempestarii the world has ever known.

By I R Blasphemer

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