Your the all Powerful Badass Dragonborn and your a good guy if not a bit of a dick. Like you killed Delphine because lets be honest she was a bitch. Anyway your bored, and then boom your in Tamriel. Have fun.

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Another sip of mead, you continue to look at the book, reading along the lines and trying to remain focused. It was a book like any other, the paper ragged and old and the cover decorated with iron edging and leather. It was on the history of Tamriel the fifth addition covering High Rock in the beginning years.

Lydia came into the your study, the study itself was quite large, you after six long years of adventuring starting at the young age of twenty one had gained a massive collection of wealth and knowledge. That of which you stored in your mansion on one of the cliffs on the throat of the world hundreds of feet above the town Riverwood. You knew that the location in which you built your main home would gain much attention as you were viewed as the greatest hero in all of Tamriel. Your theory was proven correct because Riverwood had tripled in size, trade flourished and the original residents of Riverwood became very wealthy. Your home itself had a pathway leading up to it, carved into the mountain. Your home was seven stories tall with a tower which at the top was your study. The mansion also built into a cave of which had a vast array of rooms and purposes for those rooms, you had begun two years ago adopting orphans to train them, raising them as your own in hopes that they would become heroes themselves, when you weren't training them one of your housecarls took over or one of your astute students from the college of Winterhold.

"What is it Lydia?" You the Dragonborn sighed, getting tired as you pinched your nose and squinted your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself.

"My thane…"

"Lydia how many times must I tell you, call me (your name). I am your friend first, and your thane second." You said chuckling. But more over you hated that Lydia at the start had no personality to her, she was just so formal sometimes and showed little to no emotion.

"Yes… (Your name). I'm sorry it just doesn't sound formal calling you by your normal name." Lydia said relaxing and leaning to the side attempting a smiling.

"So what do you need?" You asked standing up and stretching.

"A message from a strange hermit arrived, he gave me this note and instructed me to give it to you and only you." Lydia said handing the letter.

The tall Nord that is you walked over to the woman accepting the letter. You opened it as you sipped onto the warm mead again. Lydia left the study closing the door behind her. Opening up the letter only to notice one singular symbol, the symbol then glowed with power and you began to feel dizzy. dropping the note and swaying side to side, You knew this feeling, you weren't drugged, it was a teleportation spell similar to going to one of the planes of Oblivion.

The next second you wake up to a strange sight, you lay under a tree as the wind swept against your long curly black hair. Sitting up and looked into the sky, you notice it is evening, almost night, the shadows creating the sun creating a rippling bar of gold over a lake in the distance, but the thing that catches your attention the most was that there was only one moon just beginning to show in the sky as the sun set.

You went through the list of things you needed to do, the process instinctive. You are unprepared for a situation like this, still in your fine clothes which was of the greatest quality. You crossed your legs and focused, closing your eyes; you need the right apparel and gear for this situation. With your right hand a purple orb appeared, while you are not naturally gifted at the skill like others you are still decent, and with allot of practice had mastered conjuration and illusion, the two hardest areas but the most helpful especially in situations like these.

Releasing the conjuration spell a portal appeared, you reached into the portal, only the size of a window. You continued to focus as you grabbed some of your nightingale armor with your daedric weapons. The first thing you always did in a new situation was scouting, most adventures died charging into situations they knew little about unless it was something trivial and you knew what you were getting into, the only exception being the strongest who survived ill prepared situations.

The portal itself was of his your own invention. Well you and Serana created it. you grimaced at the memory of her, the last time they were together was not the most pleasant and that had been one year ago. Anyway the portal they created was connected to another dimension in time, Serana had gotten the ingenious idea when you showed her the wooden mask and what it was capable of, from their you and her dug out this room, about the size of breeze home, this you and her did with Serena's thralls. You had both agreed that if she used any thralls it would be those who were criminals and not innocents. Once the room was dug the spell was created that would be the opening for the portal. Testing this with successful results the hole was closed and made sure that no one would discover it. From that point on you put only some of your most powerful items into the portal for quick access.

The only drawback was that it required both time and a massive amount of magica, so being in combat and using the spell would not be the best idea. You take off your fine clothes, the wind against your bare skin tickling you but not bothering you. Your Nord blood used to the cold climate. Putting away your fine clothes and slipping into your Nightingale armor you grab a normal looking cloak from the portal, if any normal person saw you they would instantly assume you had something planned with illegal or shady intentions. The armor was an even balance of agility and protection, lending the best in stealth. But if you had to be honest the reason why you liked wearing it so much was because it was badass.

Pulling out some more equipment you bring out your foldable nightingale crossbow, a few throwing daggers, and finally a normal looking backpack. You then closed the portal and begin to put on your gear. Looking yourself over you nod at the desired appearance and then look around the surrounding area. In the distance about a one hour run from your current location was a towering mountain, it was black like obsidian and gave off this evil appearance. Perfect.

To the side of the mountain is a city, it reminds you of the slums of Riften. The stench from it reaching your nostrils even from this distance. From the way you saw it was two options go to the city or go to the scary black mountain. You choose the scary black mountain, because it was just a little bit closer.

After a good twenty minutes of running you begin to see a few pillars of light, torches. Slowing down you begin to approach the light.

Under your breath you whisper "Lass Yah Nir" (Aura Whisper). As you approach you see a circle of red, showing around 24 men and women, garbed in the tick leather robes they all had contortions and deformities about themselves, showing that they lacked an arm or a leg. Among them was an array of people, nobles, merchants, and the less fortunate based on their clothes and styles. The twenty four cultists circled a large boulder made of metal with a round polished top.

One of the men or woman you could not tell, most likely the leader or director of the cult had only a torso, no arms or legs, and had a somewhat strange looking crown on the top of the leaders head, three feet tall and made of leather. The leader began his or her speech, it talked about what was probably its gods or something like that. Its voice like the sound of a dagger running along a ruff metal, making your ears hurt just from the slightest incoherent syllable. You made a mental note to kill them later but for now you were curious about how this would go down. The man or woman was put onto the boulder by two servants, its leather covered torso (thank the gods you don't have to see that grotesque nude figure) being placed onto the metal boulder, then his exposed stumps for shoulders were cut by steel knives, blood spilling all over the boulder and onto the exposed gravel below. Two more servants rushed forward and then used goblets to lap up as much blood as possible.

They then passed the goblets around to the congregation and they eagerly drank the blood of the cultist leader. The servile initiates that were the high priests servants quickly patched up it with white leather patches, its blood already starting to stain the cloth. The wounds seemed to have no effect on the cultist.

Being turned to face its audience it spoke. "Now are you truly my brothers and sisters having tasted the sap of my veins here in the shadow of almighty Hell Grind." You made a mental note that this Hell Grind it spoke of was probably the black mountain in front of you. With your one thought the priest continued. "Blood calls to blood and if ever your family should need help do then what you can for the church and for others who acknowledge the power of our dread Lord to affirm and reaffirm our fealty to the triumvirate recite me the nine oaths."

It continued its pathetic shit oath, and then a lovely violent wind bloated out the rest of its speech making it impossible for you to hear. You thanked the wind for that happening as you felt like clawing your ears out instead of listening to the rest of that fucked up speech. You then noticed that those who listened, mainly those that were near the high priest take out a small curved knife, and cut themselves in the crook of their elbows and basically anoint the altar with a stream of their blood.

You kind of hoped that a pack of wild beasts would smell the stench of blood and interrupt the ritual, poetically painting the area around the metal boulder now drenched in blood with corpses. But you saw no beasts nearby, your aura whisper still in effect. But what you did notice was two people in the distance on the right of you, they were clearly snooping on the ritual like you were, you would have to spy on them later. They were clearly related, the aura whisper highlighted peoples aura quite literally, and if two people were related then it showed because they would share the same or similar aura. You notice that these two are related, but not brothers, no most likely cousins, one giving off this dark, sapphire blue, and the other a light blue like the strong force of the ocean.

The wind died down, and a few moments later the priest finally finished his speech. "…and such things as you longed and lust for will be granted to you as a reward for your obedience."

Clearly this was just a donation with no reward. Had this been an actually religion who worshipped an actual deity then they would ask for a donation of coin, at which the person asked would have a choice wither or not to accept the invitation, they would then let you accept the blessing of the god using one of the shrines. But this person, this thing, was saying the blessing will come over you in time, as long as you give to its church. Pathetic.

It them continued. "our worship is complete however is any now stand among you who are brave enough to demonstrate the true depth of their faith let them show themselves."

The people stiffened, it was clear this had really been what they had been waiting for. Like a teacher calling out the final exam that everyone excluding the prepared or uncaring were ready to take. For a few creeping, silent moments the people appeared disappointed that no one stepped forward. But then one of the acolytes broke ranks and volunteered.

The people shouted and the cult rang their cruel iron bells in pure joy, as if they were high on skooma all of their order had disappeared. Then the man took off his clothes, showing only his leather briefs. He hoped up onto the rock and reached behind him, he was then handed a weapon that was similar in shape to a bloodscythe mainly used by the dark skinned redguard of hammerfell.

The man took the blade and rose it so that it pointed to the mountain, and with a cry cut off his own wrist, his right hand falling to the ground as blood sprayed across the battlefield. You winced at the sight. Above all you had your pride, you had the soul of a dragon after all. And the beast that you are inside is made of raw pride, nothing outmatches you. So everything you have is your, and those things you share are for only those closest to you. So when you imagine losing a limb and getting mutilated it sickens your to your core, because that part of you is now lost. Self-mutilation is even worse. Your blood begins to build, rage flashing in your eyes, the desire to kill building. If the young man would kill that part of him why not all of it?

Calming yourself and reminding yourself not to jump into situations, your more logical and calm side takes control, the human side of you. Then two slaves, based on their multiple scars were chained to the boulder. Multiple offerings were placed by gathering, out of reach from the slaves. And then the crowd left, screaming, wailing all the way with the clanging of their bells.

They left, going out of view behind a hill. With a single spell you found deep in the archives of Serana's home you cast the spell, your hearing greatly improving so you can focus on the two individuals that eavesdropped on the ceremony with you.

"Well…" Said one of the men, a boy at least, much younger than you said releasing his pent up breath. Instantly you realize the smoothness of the voice as something familiar, an elf's voice.

"well what?" A deeper and slightly older voice asked. The voice of a human, and not that of an elf.

"I've traveled among both dwarves and elves and nothing was stranger that what I just witnessed." The elf said.

Your ears perked at the mention of dwarves, you did like them for their unique dungeons and the knowledge as well as the quests and adventuring that they left once they disappeared from all of Tamreil.

"Their as monstrous as the Razzaq." The elf continued.

'Mabye some monster of some kind, I wonder what loot they have.' You thought to yourself.

The other boy then said "Can you find out now if Katrina is in there?" He asked looking toward the mountain.

So it was a hollow black mountain, not a big surprise to you. Most mountains in Skyrim had a cave or a dungeon or two in it. So that was your quest now, to find what was in the mountain, maybe these Razzaq that the elf spoke of.

"I'll try, but be ready to run." The elf spoke.

You quickly realize what the elf was about to do, use his mind to scan the local area. It was something that you were taught back in the college of Winterhold, you were also taught the illusion spell necessary to deflect a detect life spell, but really what a detect life spell was, was a brief attempt at telepathy to detect other life forms, and with the proper adjustments could be made to show a life form in the distance as color. You quickly cast the mind invisibly spell and wait.

Moments went by; you knew that his mental scan was directed at the mountain, so when the spell dies away you don't cast it again.

"I think she's in there, I briefly touched her mind and it is hard to tell from this distance." You noticed that he was refraining from saying something, your experience as a persuasive thief revealed that, perhaps someone that was in that black mountain that they elf did not walk to talk about to his cousin.

So you make up your mind, something was in that mountain, a girl that the two boys were trying to rescue. You're the dragonborn for shit sake, and when something with your power comes into a situation you affect it in many ways. So getting up you make your way toward the mountain grinning and grabbing steadfastly onto your swords pummel.

This was going to be fun.