Disclaimer: The Elder Scrolls Series and all things in it are owned by Bethesda Softworks. In addition, many characters in this work belong to several others, and the characters which solely belong to me are: Dan Curint, Fathis Banab, Caranius Teras, and Nephesh, and not all of them appear in the story.

So I decided that , even though we'll never be able to completely categorize the stories of the first and second Tides of War, the third and fourth are still up there and we can do so with them. I'll be working towards that now. Hope you enjoy all former Tides people and other enjoyers of Elder Scrolls stuff. I'd like to give special thanks to all of our Tides people, wherever they are and no matter what Tides they were in or for how long. They helped create the story that I enjoyed for so long.

And, as Lycanthropic_Nerevar has in his sadly unfinished version of the first Tides(which isn't his fault, but that of the Internet and server crashes), I would like to thank Salomon Windjammer. You might have left early on, but if you hadn't shown up, the Tides of War would have never been created.

Note: This story may be confusing to anyone who was not involved in any of these RP's. Therefore, if any questions are needed to be answered, simply ask and I will answer them.

The original colony of Yokuda was a hodgepodge of mismatched people who were sent off to make a colony as a final retreat in the case of defeat by Pyandonea. It wound up being attacked, and as such was defended by the colonists.

Of the original colonists, those still living are: Dan Curint, former Telvanni mage and Yokudan citizen; Laria, Bosmer who has become a skilled mage; Largot, Pirate King of the Seas; Engar, Brother of the current King of Skyrim; Saylo, Indoril warrior and follower of Almsivi; Brennus, King of Skyrim after the events of the first and second Tides of War; Marcus, the new doctor of the Red Fang, Largot's ship; Aldanaril, Psijic Mage who has come to befriend the others; Thesper, a(relatively) young vampire who cares greatly for his friend, Marcus.

During the course of the second Tides of Wars, two other friends were killed: Fathis, Dan's Mouth and a powerful wizard in his own right, and Fauvei, who was suspected to have been killed by Azura.

The Dragon Spirits were Engar's idea. In ancient times, several elemental spirits who most oten took the form of Dragons were imprisoned in an amulet. When they resonate with a soul that is compatible to them, they may be released back into the world. Engar has the Ice Dragon, Largot has the Dark Dragon(Although he's returning to Spirit form faster than the others because of his and Largot's bizarre natures), Saylo had the Wind Dragon, Fathis had the Fire Dragon, Engar's dead wife Alyssa had the Water Dragon, and Brennus, the deposed king of Skyrim, has the dragon of Earth.

A cloaked figure walked the road in the dark of night. Whistling a six-note tune over and over. Anyone who looked at his exposed mouth shuddered, not knowing why. He too had heard the call. "Doo-doo dee doo doooo...."

The hooded man stopped his mirthful singing and started at the signpost. It had been wrecked. He picked up a large stick, and threw it in the air. The sharp end pointed left. "So I pick left." he said, and started walking.

It was a cold, dark and snowy night as the door to the Pig Pickled Tavern's door opened, the sillhouette stepped into the dim light. The mysterious man walks forward toward the bar, and shakes off the snow. The light of the room reflects off his black bow. Shaking the hood off, a black and gold helm shows. As he sits down he sets his helmet on the bar, showing his darkly colored eyes and pale skin, which had almost a bluish tinge to it. He asks the Nordic bartender,"Could I get a mead, please?" The Nord walks over to Sean, and hewhile getting the mead out says,"Heh, it's been a while since I saw an Imperial in these parts, let alone, an Imperial asking for mead? You're not your average Imperial are you?" Sean smiles,"Nope, I wasn't born in Cyrodill, try the Black Marsh. My mother moved south in order to avoid debts in Leyawiin."

The Bartender asks as pouring the mead,"What happened to her son, eh?" Sean replied with a grim face,"She died giving child birth. I was adopted by Argonians near the border.
The Bartender shakes his head and says,"Here's your mead sir, drink up." Sean drinks away, but then, he turns around to drink his mead, as if looking for something, in the vast darkness beyond the glass.

While he stared out the window, the door to the Pig Pickled Tavern's door opened. An Altmer clothed in grey robes entered the tavern, looking as if he had traveled by foot for the last month or more, judging by the mud and dirt covering the robes.
He walked towards the bar with heavy steps, sitting down and asking the bartender for something unalcoholic to drink. He pulled down his hood, his blue eyes standing out admist the pale yellow face and grey hair.

Looking around in the tavern, he sees the Imperial to his right and asks kindly, "What is an Imperial doing here at this time?"

Snapping out of his daze after hearing the word Imperial, Sean turns to the newcomer, "As you can see I'm enjoying myself with this tankard of mead. And you are?"

Aldanaril realized that he had not introduced himself before engaging conversation. With a quick smile he said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Aldanaril. I'm terrible sorry for not introducing myself."

Seeming to ignore Aldanaril's greeting, he started to mumble, "Is it always winter up here? Gosh, It's a good thing I'm wearing fur armor or I'd probably look just like you." Sean looked back out the window in a half dazed look. "Good lord i'm drunk on the first tankard, wow, heh, wooooooooow." Sean turned back around to the bartender and said, "Can i get a, a crya-, crya-, cereoool... Ale." The bartender chuckled. Handing Sean the ale, he said," This is your last one, okay son?" "Alright... Bud!" Drinking some of the ale he muttered,"Curse my never risking-it-ness." Sean's head than hit the counter.

Dan finished packing the last of the stuff. He made his way down to the beach, looking for Laria. He knew she would be down here somewhere. While looking for her, Dan thought on the note he had found, left by Engar. "He said he was going to be in Skyrim in two years," Dan thought. "Well, at least it coincides with this event." Dan pulled a short, black strand of hair off the arm of his purple robes, which had fallen off of him, it seemed. Throwing it to the wind, he continued walking.

Dan finally found Laria at the beach, looking out at the ocean. Her hair's color seemed almost identical to the sun's, a blonde color, and her eyes matched the ocean she was watching. Dan looked on at her for a second with his own dark brown eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Dan supposed she was considering the calling. She was probably wondering what had happened to the others, and if they were going to be there. Dan had often wondered the same as well, even two years after what happened. He went down to her, and said, "I've got everything we're bringing. We'll use the Telvanni teleporter here to reach Skyrim. You ready for the trip?"

Laria stood up and gave Dan a kiss. "I'm ready," she said and smiled.

Dan smiled, and led Laria back to the house. There, he picked up the bag with their things, and then spoke the words to a spell. Immediately, they were brought to a small room with several teleporters, and they walked through the one marked for Winterhold, and found themselves in the street, near the tavern they were to enter.

Largot had come to grips with all that had happened. In his wanderings, his circle had been completed. He saw the home that was once his, a burnt and ruined husk. He looked on with one piercing blue eye, the other grey and dead. He understood: The sea and sky were now forever his homes. Took you long enough to realize that you no longer belong with mortal men. "Yes I do. No human can live alone. we're not like you Spirits." I did not say to sever all contact! I said that you have finally discovered what has been true of you since birth. They flew back to the Red Fang, and Largot embraced his lover, Helen. "It's time to go. We felt something, there is a tavern we need to go to in Skyrim. The others will be there." The next part he thought, so only Nak'Ditargan heard. "All of the others."

He opened his eyes. Were they eyes? A flash of light. Nothing turned to liquid turned to oxygen. Below him he saw a glowing ball of magic. He smiled. A small whisper echoed from his [tongue?] "Home..." A borderline between physical and magickal became clear, yet not so obvious. Paddling with fingers he moved slowly towards the ball, as it tilted on a massive axis. Around him he found clouds of everything, orbiting haphazardly. He saw the mountain.

"Right on target," he said, passing in front of Magnus, becoming bathed in magickal light. He felt legs. He felt a tongue. He proceeded towards the mountain.

Saylo sat on the edge of the ash pit in the High Fane of Vivec. "You wouldn't believe it, but I ended up on the Indoril Council," he said, staring down at the two skulls in the pit. His face was framed in by his shoulder length black hair, with a headband he wore for luck on his forehead. "And Telvanni relations are amazing, better than they have ever been. we even started a soldier exchange program, we train mercenaries for them, and they train mages for us..." Saylo stood up and took a drink from a flask at his side. "I've got to go to Skyrim, deliver a letter to the king of Winterhold." Saylo turned and walked outside, heavy storm clouds were gathering over the city. Saylo turned and walked down a flight of stairs, making a slight thump with each step under the weight of his Indoril armor, and stood before the four ships that had been recruited for this mission. "Commander, " Saylo said to his second in command, "I'd like to get going before the storm starts." "Yes, Sir!" the second Dunmer said, turning to the ships and ordering them to get ready to leave.

The four ships set off for Skyrim, their sails' catching the strong wind that hinted at the coming storm. There was a thunder clap in the distance, its bright light outlining several ships in the distance. "And just who are they?" Saylo said to no one in particular. "They're not flyin' any colors!" The lookout shouted from the lead ship. "Pirates..." Saylo said, resting his hand on his sword.

"Ahoy!" A yell came. The pirate ships stopped alongside, and Largot yelled from the mast. "If you have a Dunmer named Saylo among you, speak now or forever hold your peace!" he said, chuckling. "Get yourself out and talk to me!"

"Largot?" Saylo said, stepping forward to the starboard side of the ship. "For a second I thought there was going to be a battle! What are you doing around here?"

"I live out here! Comes with the job!" Largot said, sliding down the mast and making his way towards Saylo's ship. His armor was as dark as his shadow, making him hard to see in the night. "I'm here waiting for one of my men to give a signal. My bounty's been tripled. I can't safely stay on land for very long, so I may need to shimmy in and out before any Imperials notice."

Saylo slightly cringed. "Ouch, tripled? So what's the signal for?"

"Everyone's meeting at the Pickled Pig's Tavern in Winterhold. When they're all there, I'll go too. I'm actually going to wait near the post, just out of sight." Largot said. "Either way, we need to tell the others about a serious problem. We'd best wait until the others are all with us, though. It's a bit lengthy."

"Really? We were heading up to Winterhold when we saw you." Saylo paced back and forth for a moment. "You're welcome to come with us, if not then I'll see you there."

"Alright. If we cut straight southwest we should hit it in just a few hours." Largot said, crossing back to his ship. "You're on the helm, Tailess!" Largot yelled at Marduk. A hyperbole, his tail was still connected, but he had no control over its movements.

Aldanaril, looking over at Sean's unconscious self, cast a spell to help him up.

Sean snapped his head up as soon as the High Elf's spell was finished. He looked to the high elf and noticed it was not an enemy, he said,"Thanks, i'm not much a a drinker, but that mead was a lot stronger than ale.

Aldanaril smiled. "It isn't a problem. My name is Aldanaril of Artaeum, and you are?" he asked Sean."

"Sean," he said, shaking hands with Aldanaril. "up here on personal business." They sat down at the bar to talk a bit.

As Engar looked out over the frozen wasteland of Atmora he said, "I don't know why you wanted me to get this scroll, Mateus, but I found it and now to return to Skyrim." After two years of search, Engar was glad they had finally found it.

"Mateus can you teleport us back to Winterhold? I want to get some hot food," Engar said. "Yes, my Lord," Mateus said. She then warped him to the Governing House of Winterhold. "Alright, now time to get a hot meal at the Pickled Pig's Tavern," said Engar. "Mateus, you can come if you want to." "Sorry, master, but no, I will be flying near the tavern if you need me," said Mateus. "Ok," said Engar, "stay overhead and keep your your ears open for if I need help or I get into trouble." Mateus, who was slowly taking on the full form of her dragon self, with icy blue scales, sharp white teeth, and glowing blue eyes, simply said, "Yes, my Lord."

When Enger walked in the tavern, with the icy wind and blinding snow to his back, everyone in the bar looked at him. Unsurprising, to say the least, considering he was covered in snow, and wearing a full suit of armor. Someone said under their breath, "Who is that man?" Ignoring them all, he walked up to the barkeep and said to him, "Give me the largest piece of mutton or ham you got, along with ten hot pints of mead and five hot bowls of beef stew." The barkeep said, "One hundred septims, stranger." Engar threw down the money with no problem at all, taking the food from off the bar and bringing it to a table.

After having spent some time conversing with Aldanaril, Sean turned around and saw the Nord who had walked in. He walked over to him and said, "So, what's your name, newcomer?"

"Newcomer? You're the newcomer to these lands. Imperial tell me how cold you think you are. And more importantly, I don't my name to people who I don't know," said Engar, giving Sean the cold shoulder and turning back to his meal.

After passing a large Nord near the front, they walked in, and, finding a seat at the bar, saw Aldanaril, the Psijic, nearby. "Aldanaril!" Dan and Laria went over to him. "So we weren't just imagining it. Half the time, I wondered if I was..." He looked around at the bar.

"Dan!" Aldanaril said with a smile on his face.. "I got the feeling I would see you again old friend. How are you this night?"

The hooded figure whistled a quick, intense tune that reminded him of old battles and wars as he walked. The gates were shut. "Oh darn, guess I need a new way in." he chuckled. he climbed the walls effortlessly and landed, without a sound, in the town. He sat outside the Pickled Pig and waited. A Drunk Nord looked at him. He smiled. The Nord fled, instantly sobered.

" You bore me Imperial leave and let me eat my dinner," said Engar. Seeming to ignore Sean, Engar looked around the bar; all he saw was the lowest scum and a bunch of drunken fools. However, one group at the far end of the tavern got his attention. So he decided he would watch them.

Sean looked at the Nord in disbelief. Pulling the Nord's shoulder to where they could make eye contact, he said, "Hey, all I asked was who you are, you don't have to insult me by talking down to me, now give me some respect and I'll go sit back down." Sean stared down at the Nord, not intending to back away from him.

The hooded man smiled again, this time at himself. Someone he recognized. Engar. Soon it would be time to show himself again. But he knew that until he allowed it none of them, save perhaps Dan, Laria or Largot, would recognize him. So he waited for the right time, watching the unfolding argument.

All around it seemed painfully familiar. Ground, water, snowflakes, men. "I remember it being colder," he said, smirking, and looking through his transparant fingers towards the glow of fire topping ramparts along the coast.

He felt weak, but he was there. No one saw him, he hid inside a candle on the bar. Finnaly, the journey was over. But it had just begun again. Myths suck...

"Why you are a brave one, aren't you? Please, just go sit down and let me eat." said Engar, now seeming more impatient than annoyed with Sean.

"Excuse me? I don't like people ordering me around or insulting me, first, I'll ask your name, and give me at least a bit of respect, before I show you the meaning of respect," Sean angrily said to the rude Nord.

He looked at Imperial as he finished off the mutton and the first pint of mead. He said to him, "All you have to do is tell me your name and I'll leave you alone and tell you my name. If you keep harrasing me I'm afaid I'll have to hurt you." Engar was serious with that last sentence; except for one of them, the heirs to the Skryim throne had never ran from a fight. And he was dead.

As he and Laria were in the middle of their conversation with Aldanaril, Dan looked at the unfolding argument nearby, and at the people in the bar watching excitedly. "Oh geez," he said. He turned to the others. "Let me see if I can try to fix this situation." Dan walked over to the Nord and Imperial. "Alright, you two, perhaps you should both be a little more polite to each other? People in this tavern are starting to place bets on the fight already."

Engar simply looked at the Breton, who he surprisingly didn't recognize, and said, "Who's is the favorite?"

"My name is Sean, and now, you tell me your name, shake my hand, and next time you greet me, don't tell me you'll have to hurt me, you have no idea what I can do." Sean waited, rolling down the sleeve on one of his arms.

"I am the King of the Frozen Abyss, and that is all you need to know." Engar turned his back to Sean in disrespect and continued to eat his meal.

Sean laughed, and said "Heh heh, wow, am i really suppose to be impressed? Because from all i can tell, your a scrooge that thinks he's better than everyone when he even knows he is not."

"Please, calm down everyone.. wait isn't that Largot?" Aldanaril looked over in the corner, where a hooded man stood watching what was happening.

Laria looked at Aldanaril and followed his eyes. There was someone, indeed. "That can't be Largot. He wouldn't be sitting in a dark corner... We would have noticed him. Largot only fools enemies."

The Psisjic, was he blind? Or did he see too much with magic? Thinking he was the Pirate King, since ther essences were simmilarly foreign to magely types. If he did, then much pain would come to him in the nearing trials. he smirked at the group looking at him. His hood slipping back to expose the tatoos on his face as his fangs glared. He knew it would not intimidate his friends, but the newcomers, perhaps... In his mind he sent a message to those friends of his: Say nothing of me. It must be at the proper time. He telepathically sent it to those who he had seen in the Fisrt Yokudan adventure.

Forgetting about the man, he turned around to Laria, almost surprised when he realized she was who talked." Laria, I didn't recognise you at first, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Laria answered. "I'm living with Dan now." She gave Dan a little punch. "Are you here for the same reason as we are? For no clear reason at all?"

Meanwhile, not waiting any longer for a reply from Engar, who had turned when he heard his name from Laria, Sean took a swing at Engar, hitting him directly in his face.

When Sean hit Engar, it felt like he broke his jaw, but he barely bruised it. "That's all? That's your best swing? You not going to like what happpens next." Engar said with confidence. He then punched him right in the stomach and knocked him to the ground.

Dan spoke out, slightly frustrated, "Come on, Nord! We can talk this out reasonably, we don't need to have a fight here." Dan was just trying to convince him to stop, because to be honest, they already were having a fight here.

Laria stood up, slowly walking towards the Nord and Imperial. She stopped before the Nord and looked at him. "Only two may call themselfs King in these lands..." she said and stared at him. Then she smiled and turned to Dan. "Don't you remember our friend, love?" She bowed. "It's good to see you, Engar."

Seeming to ignore Sean, then, Engar turned around to Laria. "Ah, Laria, how did you know it was me?" he said this to her as he put down his hood. "Oh and I wasn't talking about here. I speak of much farther north."

She pointed at his ring. "Only a few have that ring..." she said. "And you Nords don't look all the same..." she laughed.

"Was it really the ring, or my armor. Oh and my big brother is king but I don't like to talk about it out loud." said Engar. "Just got here, want are you guys doing here."

"To tell you the truth, we don't know... Someone called us... And I think we know who called us. Almost everyone is here... But we don't know why..."

With his hood down, Engar's long, brown hair became visible, in addition to his beard which grew on his face, easily noticeable, yet not extremely long. "I just came here because I wanted at hot meal again after spending 2 years in Atmora," said Engar, who had sat back down.

Aldanaril nodded at Engar's story of how he came to be in Winterhold. "Oh, I see, how nice. Yes, actually I am here on orders from the Headmaster, and I have no clue why.. yet." He bowed to Engar.

Sean shook the punch off, and people could immediately see that he was angry, there was a fire in his eyes now. What happened next confused everyone. Sean's entire arm was engulfed in fire, while somehow not burning. He walked over to Engar, pulling his shoulder to where they were face to face, and punched him in the jaw. Engar stumbled to the ground, as Sean's right hand went back to normal.

Sean became calm again, and pulled Engar to his feet, "Now could you treat me with respect? I don't want to have to hurt you again. Why don't we just start over, you shake my hand, I shake your hand, and we both respect each other," Sean extended a hand waiting for Engar.

Engar lay still, noticing that the Imperial got him when his guard was down. "Ok, Sean, now that sounds just fine. Now put her there." Engar went to shake his hand. When it seemed he was, he threw Sean over his shoulder and said, "Next time you meet a member of the Skyrim Royal Family, show more respect." He picked up a pint and began to walk towards where Dan was, but turned and said, "And the name is Engar Snowfall." He then joined the rest of the group.

Aldanaril looked at the two men after the "fight", and looked suprised. He had gotten the feeling that they were friends, but why would two friend hurt each other?

"Captain," Saylo said to the man at the helm. "pull alongside the Red Fang." the Dunmer did as he was told and Saylo swung across the short distance between the ships with a rope. After a bit he found Largot. "We're getting close to Winterhold, are you going to anchor the Red Fang a bit off shore or dock in port?"

"Yes, it will be off shore, but I'll need to fly it, though. We're running out of time." Largot said. "Do you want to come with me or will you bring up the rear on the ships?"

"I'll bring up the rear, see you in town then." Saylo turned and went back to one of his ships. In ten minutes they would be pulling into harbor, then Saylo would head to the tavern.

A dark mist began to emerge near Largot, which quickly began to form into more solid shapes. A small shape began growing larger and large, becoming covered in jet black scales all over his body. Arms and legs emerged from the bottom of it, as large wings sprouted from its back. A neck grew from it, ending in the head of a dragon, with horns slowly growing out of the skull, one by one, until they numbered ten. All this occurred in a matter of seconds, as Nak'Ditargan, dragon of Darkness, materialized.

Largot flew on Nak'Ditargan as quickly as possible to the outskirts of town. he ran into the tavern, passing a cloaked man along the way. The cloaked man got up and left. Outside, two Imperial Guards were coming up to the bar. "Hey, come here. We can get the guy you're looking for by swinging this way." he said. They followed, eager to get the cash reward for Largot's capture. There was the metallic clang of two helmets crahing together. To the passerby, a man was dragging two inebriated men across the street. Anyone who examined the unconsious bodies closer assumed it was yet another bar brawl.

Largot waited until the hooded man left. He then saw Engar at the bar. "Ahoy, ahoy! If it isn't the King of the Frozen Abyss!" Largot said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I haven't seen you since Yokuda. Are the others here?"

The four ships pulled into a corner of the harbor, away from prying eyes. Saylo got off the first ship and began walking through town trying to find the tavern. After a bit Saylo saw a man drag two bodies across the street. "If thats not a tavern, i don't know what is," He said, walking inside the building. the smell of mead filled the ordinator's nostrils as he took off his mask. "Hey, a jug of sujamma?" He asked, forgetting he was in Skyrim. "We don't serve that here," the bartender said narrowing his eyes. "We don't like your kind around here..." One Nord said, standing up. "And I don't like the way 'yer kind' smell, now sit down and shut up before you catch a severe case of death." Saylo said in a mocking tone. The Nord grudgingly sat back down.

Leon walked back into the bar after the rescue of Largot that he would never know of, and took off his hood. "So, what'd I miss?" Loud enough for everyone to hear. His keen eyes picking out all who were present.

For a few moments, everyone started speaking again, catching up on all that had happened while they were separated.

"Who is missing, I don't see the northerner, do I," he whispered, his candle swirling and changing from bright red to a dim grey.

He whispered his form through Dan's mind. "I'm here, do follow." There was a dim flash of light and a trail of whispy, white dust leading to the back room.

"Dan, you are here," Fauvei whispered subtley, "In the back room, bring the others. Time is of the essence."

Saylo was the first to notice the dust that showed up in the doorway to the back room. He said in a sarcastic tone, "Dan, you aren't on the sugar now are you?"

Dan spoke up. "Everyone...someone wants to see us. The one who called us up here." Interrupting the talks of friends reunited, he gestured towards the way to the backroom, leading along the trail of the white dust. "Fauvei?" He said quietly, when reaching the end of the trail.

A misty wave overtook the room, and a translucent outline of Fauvei appeared. It was then filled in with his features. He looked at himself, inspecting his fully ghost form. "It'll have to do," he mumbled. "Welcome everyone, it is wonderful to see you all again."

"Oh, uh, um hi? You're looking...right..." Saylo said, after an awkward pause, while staring at the ghost of Fauvei.

"Whoa! Another dead guy!" Leon said, jokingly. "When'd you die?"

Fauvei laughed, "Good to see you again too, Saylo. First order of buisiness, it is rather hard to manifest myself in this, the most communicable to you all, way. I'm unsure whether you could capture my animus and put in physical form,. The Dwemer did this with their constructs. Do the Telvanni have ways to do such a thing, Dan?"

Dan shrugged. "Well, there's been a few experimentals based on Dwemer schematics. Some of the prototypes work well, but they've really only been tested on ancestor spirits and such."

"I'm going to pretend I did not just hear that...oh, and this is yours," Saylo said, handing Dan his Katana.

Two Months After the Yokudan War

Southern Vvardenfel, Morrowind,

North of Vivec.

A heavy fog covered the Ascadian Isles, as the Telvanni loyal to Ranis Athrys marched south to Vivec. There is no way for them to know of our coming, She thought, standing atop a small hill near Vivec.

There was only a small blanket of fog between her forces and the city as she motioned for the first wave to move in. The Tribunal temple had been in decline in recent years, and as such there were less Ordinators than at any other time in history, and with the holy warriors stretched across cities important to the Temple there would not be enough in Vivec to stop them.

The wave of Telvanni moved forward into the blanket of fog, and that was when the screaming started. The clashing of weapons and screams of the injured roared above the sounds of insects and water that was usually the only sound in the region. The sounds of battle died down and a triumphant cry was heard as the Ordinators marched forward from the fog.

The fog rolled aside, its travel aided by magic, to reveal not only Ordinators, but soldiers of Houses Redoran, Dres, Hlaalu, Tevanni and Indoril. One Ordinator stepped forward and removed his mask. "Ranis Athrys! You have been found guilty of treason ageinst House Telvanni, The Tribunal Temple, The Empire of Tamriel, and Morrowind! Your punishment, is death!" Saylo shouted drawing a familiar katana as the combined army of all Morrowind charged forward.

Ranis did not blink, she did not move, she did not say a word. not as one of the largest armies in Morrowind's history charged forward, not as her soldiers began to retreat and were butchered around her, and not as her father's katana plunged through her chest.

"Quite a bit of fun to use, I've been thinking about getting one of my own... anyway..." Saylo stopped speaking so Fauvei could.

"Very well, look into this please. On to more important matters," he said, gracefully sliding across the room. "Venturing beyond this realm has caused me to learn a lot, and to be confused to the point of madness. What I can assure you, trouble brews from Atmora. Ancient spirits awaken, driven by a cosmic force unmeasurable, and incomprehensible to mortals. I came to warn you, of the coming storm." He chuckled, "And no Leon, I am far, far from being dead."

"A storm from Atmora? How much can you tell us?" Dan said, suddenly quite worried. He seemed almost instinctively worried about the mention of a storm nearby.

"Only how much I know. While in the dreamsleeve, I came across this," Fauvei said, waving his hand. A piece of parchment dissolved from his fingertips, and landed on the table beside him. It reads:

...as you are aware, Hara scroll has recently transpired [predecessors are Trollkin, Fay, and Unknown] despite its erroneous disappearance. Mananaught retrieval ceremonies have been interrupted by [the Hum.] Upon observing that which was retrieved by them, a disturbing revelation was found. The charges of AKAKING have been spewing excess creatia unto their Guardian. They swirl, seeming to take energy from Moonskin and the Ur-Tower. The scrying of the Warwyrd scroll while vague shows this tenfold is true, continuingly disturbing.

What is even more disturbing is a recent observation of supposed mythopoeia in the land of Orichalc. So strong was the myth echoing, the actions of the Rose-Mother herself seemed to be affected unheard of in [Cyro-]Mundic historical charts. It shows striking origins in mUNDIBIRTH, the fall of [Shezz.] Striking still, is the return of the Shezzactor, who is free.

We are only farms...

"I feel it is relevant, somehow. By storm, I mean war. By war, I mean the dissolution of everything you love. Here come the bodies. All bodies, contortion. The armies of the north ascend upon us as we speak. My power is waning, I fear. It may be days before I can return. I'm sorry." He began to fade, and hummed a slow, ancient Nordic tune.

Keeper of the stars

I hope to never find

We are just mortal souls

Left to die.

He dissolved. Everyone in the room felt like they were in love.

"Was that over anyone elses head?" Saylo asked of the others, as Fauvei vanished.

"What? A scroll? But I was the only person that has been to Atmora in years. All I found was a tower that was surprisingly warm like spring, or something." Engar said, caring little for a correct analogy.

Sean who had been forgotten about in the confusion with Fauvei, came into where they were, and thought to himself,"This guy is gonna be tougher than the others." He grabbed his equipment, but before he walked up the steps, he whispered into the 'King's' ear, "I got your back, so no one else has to wacth it for you." Sean paid the barkeep ten gold, and walked up the steps tp his room upstairs. Hey, y'all let me know what we're supposed to do after you follow the powder," he said drily, before walking up the steps. Engar turned back to the others and ignored him. At least for now.

Aldanaril looked almost frightened of what had just happened. "Can it be true?.." he asked himself out loud.

"Can what be true." Engar looked a bit confused by what Fauvei had said.

"I'm with him, " Saylo said, jerking his thumb back to where Engar was. "Could someone translate that to Tamrielic?"

Dan thought on the scroll, wondering what it could mean. "Hm..." Then, he realized something. "Shezzar, Moonskin, Ur-Tower...all connections to...I think..." he turned to Aldanaril. "What is it?"

"I have heard this before.. at the Council." He looked confused and frightened.

"What does it mean, Aldanaril?" Dan was worried at what this scroll might say. Moonskin, Ur-Tower, Shezarr...

"I have heard it at the chambers of the Council at Artaeum.. I.. I'm not certain what it means.. for now." He looked around.

"So...you're not sure?" Dan sat down on the floor. "If we don't know what it means, then what do we do now?"

"I'm not sure, I need to think." Aldanaril said quietly, before seeming to draw back from the conversation.

"But what does the Scroll have to do with all this." Engar said this as he left to get his food and drink. He was back quite fast.

"I think that whatever it means, the Aedra are connected to it. I can't be sure, but it looks quite obvious. And with the success of the Nerevarine, there's more then one possibility..."

"...What did Fauvei mean when he said he was 'far from dead'?" Saylo said, sitting down in a chair.

"Well, if he were dead, then he would go on and never be seen again, wouldn't he? He has no body, but he's still spiritually able to stay on Nirn, so I suppose it could be considered living. He might be physically dead, but not spiritually. He's not been recycled, like his family has, so I suppose that he's still alive. It's sort of like being a piece of rock in Molag Amur that fell off the lava flow it was in." Dan paused for a second. "Now it can't go with the flow, but has to watch it pass by for eternity, while it sits there, never moving on."

"That's terrible. I've got a few things to take care of, so I'll see you guys later." Saylo said. Turning to leave, and whispered to Leon as he passed by, "Meet me at midnight." Then Saylo continued on to deliver the letter.

Saylo walked towards the castle of Winterhold. Several people on the street stared at him, due most likely to the fact Indoril armor was not something usually seen outside of Morrowind. The Ordinator entered the brightly lit hall of Castle Winterhold but was stopped by two guards in chainmail armor. "Stop, you are not allowed to proceed with weapons beyond this point" "I'm an Indoril council member," Saylo said, handing his sword to the Nord, "I hire people to kill for me" . Saylo walked forward to where the King of Winterhold was sitting in his throne. "ahem," Saylo cleared his throat drawing the kings attention away from the courrier he was speaking with in a hushed voice. "and you would be?" he said narrowing his eyes. "Saylo Esskia, House Brother of The Great House Indoril, I am here to discus your return of Solstheim to Morrowind, oh and Drethrar sends his regards."

Years Ago

Drethrar walked down the streets, making his way to the local bar, the Pickled Pig Tavern. He was finally off duty, and felt like getting a drink. He made his way in, ignoring the hostile stares the Nords gave him, and asked the bartender for a mead. As he leaned back in his chair, with a mead in his hand and his moneybag three coins lighter, he thought about what he had been sent here for. Indoril nobles had sniffed a revolt coming. He was here to look for the opportune moment to take a chance for Indoril to take over Skyrim territories. He paid for a bed and spent the night in the tavern.

Drethrar was quickly shaken awake the next morning by Winterhold guards. The Nord men roughly pulled him up, and quickly forced him to get dressed, before they began to push him along to the castle. There, he was brought before one of Winterhold's advisors, Hrothgar Wilwinde. He looked at the Dunmer with a hostile stare, as if there were answers in the agent's face.

"Drethrar Reliys," the advisor said, with a voice to match the winters of Skyrim. "did you happen to hear the news this morning?" Drethrar mutely shook his head. "Well, then I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about an attempt on the Countess Carvain's life." The advisor walked down to Drethrar, and began to circle him. "I'm sure that if you were loyal to Winterhold, we wouldn't find any connections to Morrowind, now would we?"

At those words, Drethrar couldn't contain himself. "Well, I'm sure that if you were a Nord and not some Imperial aristocrat, you would be out there looking for the assassins yourself instead of interrogating random hired guards with pointless words and gestures." It was a mistake.

SHHINNG. The advisor pulled out a dagger and held it to Drethrar's neck. Drethrar held his breath, waiting slowly, showing no emotion on his face. After a moment's angry glare, the advisor put the dagger away, and then, walking away, said, "Get out. You're relieved of your position." Drethrar was roughly carried out the castle entrance and tossed into the snow.

Sean walked into his room, frustrated, he put everything down on the table. Wondering how he would complete his mission, he sat on the bed wondering, if he didn't complete his mission, what would be the consequences? Sean walked downstairs, to the group that was talking, Engar was in this group, Sean needed to learn more information about his goal. Sean had heard about a scroll, and asked,"So what about a scroll? We talking about one of those Elder Scrolls?"

A shadow appeared near the Inn. He looked up at the sign. This had to be it. He had followed her track and his instinct. People were leaving the Inn, why? And it seemed like they had seen a ghost or something... But they hadn't seen him yet, did they? Curious, he looked through the window and hesitated to go in.

Thesper crawled upon the wall, trying to find a way in upstairs. He didn't want to draw attention. There he found an open window and went slowly inside. He stood in an empty chamber, but he noticed some stuff against the bed. So someone was going to sleep here... He already had dinner tonight. He didn't want to see her if he was hungry... He knew he had to be careful. There was something going on downstairs, he could sense it. Without a sound he went to the stairs to listen what was going on. He found a place to hide, so no one would see him.

Thesper looked down at the group and made a silent growl. They couldn't see him up there, that was for sure. "Whatever it means, there will be war... Again..." he thought. "Better stick close to them..." Suddenly he saw Leon standing there. He stared for a moment at the white teeth. Another vampire? He looked again to the group. They knew him... Still, it surprised him that the new Imperial didn't respond. It was a vampire... So that was the reason why most people had left... Thesper didn't move and kept on listening.

"Well, I'm not sure what, but I doubt it was an Elder Scroll that he gave us." Dan put a hand on the side of his face, thinking. "It is possible that some of it was talking about an Elder Scroll, because some of the words it mentioned in regard to the scrolls it was speaking of near the end, were Trollkin and Fay, which are considered effects upon people born under that constellation. Everyone knows that an Elder Scroll was stolen several years ago. Perhaps the beginning speaks of this scroll, and the things it predicted?"

Sean listened, but didn't make eye contact, or looks at him, he listened with his ears, Sean said,"Yeah, everyone knows that, but what a very strange thing is who stole it exactly, I heard in the Imperial City that a door keeps showing up in the Waterfront every other day or so." Sean lied out loud, saying,"I don't know what is going on though. All the beggars are talking about it..."

Sean listened, the Bar had gotten quiet during the nightfall, some were sleeping at the tables, he could hear footsteps upstairs, even though no one else could, he had always had a wonderfull sense of hearing, looking up trough a crack he saw an eye, and grinned.

Thesper hissed. The stranger had looked into his direction. No one looks up without a reason... He didn't want to be discovered, not yet. As fast and light as he could, he went back to the chamber and jumped out of the window. He would come back another time.

Sean looked back down, he decided to walk up to his room. Seeing that everything was as he left it, he put out the lantern, looking through the window, he hauntingly watched the vampire run through the frost cooled night. Walking back downstairs he sat back in his chair waiting, and watching through the window.

Laria ignored for a moment the chaos in the room and stared with a smile at Leon. She walked to him and bowed. She tried not to hug him. "So... Where have you been? I have been looking for you! In Sadrith Mora, that is... How are you?"

Leon turned to Laria. "I was off adventuring. It was a grand time. I was down in Elsweyr. I've been doing remarkably well."

Largot sifted through all that was just said. Could the problem in Atmora be the cause of the problems here? None of the mages felt it yet, but they would. "Everyone, especially the mages, better listen. Someone'll have to tell Saylo later."

"I'll do it, he wants to talk to me later." Leon chimed.

"Okay. There is some problems with the magicka here. It's like it's being snared and drained away in a manner simmilar to how I do it, but on a massive scale. I think it may have something to do with the Tower Engar found up there."

Laria looked at Largot. "So maybe the Tower could be the centre of this?" she asked.

"Maybe, I'm not sure. I just know that something's draining the magicka here. It's a little slow, but it's encompassing the whole of the nation. within three days it's effects should be noticable, but still very slight." Largot said. "Whether it's that Tower turning on and harvesting to power itself or a precursor to the war Fauvei mentioned, I don't know."

"I guess we should start with what we know..." Laria continued, saying, "What do we know about that tower? If there is a connection with the thing that's coming, we should find it..."

Dan paused. "That makes sense. But exactly how are we suppposed to prepare for whatever is coming? I mean, we know something's coming. But how do we prepare for the unknown?"

"You don't, you either fix the problem, or do nothing, and wait, until the problem shows itself." Sean said nonchalantly.

"But we don't know if there will be time to fix it once it shows." Dan paced a moment, then looked back over at the others. "Does anyone know of a force that can affect magicka and could endanger Tamriel?"

"The bad guy!" Sean had an obvious grin on his face as he said it.

Leon smiled. "I like this kid! Now what the hell's he doing here?"

"Honestly, I don't know who he is either, Leon." Dan turned to the Imperial. "Who are you?"

Sean looked at them with a grin, "I'm just a common adventurer, but yeah, I've noticed things have been, per say, different. I fought a Minotaur the other day and I realized, he didn't use any magicka whatsoever." Sean looked out the window, than said,"I'm going to cacth a breath of fresh air." Sean walked outside, closing the door behind him, he listened to the wind blowing, walking he saw a wolf, that immediatly ran off at the site of him. Sean wasn't cold, he'd never been cold all his life, though something wasn't right with them talking about a scroll, the object of his desire, the thing he was looking for, he wondered how he could get his hands on it, and back to Cyrodill in one piece.

Saylo walked out of the castle an hour til midnight. He walked back to the ships and picked up a map of eastern Tamriel, and a quill. over Solstheim he wrote 'Indoril' and then underlined it twice. He pinned the modified map on the mast for all to see. Saylo then half walked, half danced back to the tavern. When he arrived, he said, "Ok, I'm back, what did I miss?"

"Just speculation," Dan said, shrugging.

"Well Solstheim is now the property of House Indoril, if anyone cares," Saylo said smiling.

Aldanaril still looked mystified "What can it be?"

Sean reflected the night in his mind: There was a fight with a 'King' that he'd never heard of. They didn't want him to talk to him, to even hear his opinion, and he was the usual outcast as he'd always been. Sean said to himself,"So I'm still taking crap?" Sean walked around the Inn, he saw the wolf scrounging around the trash. Sean didn't pay any attention. He walked through the back door, closed it, and slowly, yet mysteriously, walked to his room upstairs.

Laria stood up. "Well, I'm going to rent a bed. It's late... See you tomorrow. And see you next evening, Leon." She went to the bartender and asked for a bed. "Your group scared all my customers..." he grumbled. "You better get rid of the vampire, before any hunters show up." "You will not call them," Laria answered. "You know what would happen to you if you did." The bartender nodded and gave her a key.

"Leon. You, me, outside," Saylo said, leading the way the two walked behind the tavern and Saylo pulled out the book he had been carrying. "I think you'll recognize this," he said tossing the worn book to the vampire.

Leon caught the book and leafed through it. "Well, its prose is entertaining," He said.

The door was closed, the room was dark, silent, the only light was coming through the crack from downstairs. He could hear Leon and Saylo. All he had to do was concentrate. So he sat on the bed and did nothing else.

"So, what's so significant about my previous exploits?" Leon asked. "Think I'm on Skooma or something? I know it reads that way, but whatever."

"If it was anyone else then yes." Saylo took the book back and pointed to a passage near the end of the book. "This sword, does this Nem guy still have it?"

"Well, I didn't see him use it much. I can't see him getting rid of it, though. If it's anywhere but with him, it'd be in a museum as an Artifact of Mehrunes Dagon." Leon said. 'Why? Someone else get screwed over by a Daedric Prince?"

"Yes, that is exactly what happened, Fauvei, well, you saw..." Saylo looked at his feet.

"Oh," Leon slowly said. "...Oh. So, which one then? By now I think I get what you're saying. It's absolute madness, by the way, so I'll definitely be watching your backs. I can't trust you little kids in a Daedric Plane all by yourselves, now can I?"

"Azura, even if she is banished she'll be back eventually, but it'll knock her down a damn peg. I'm not sure the others even know what I'm planning, nor do they need to." He glanced for a second back at the tavern.

"I guess not. But there's no way you're going alone. Although, I can't exist in her realm so easily. it's very bright in there, I heard." Leon said. "Just make sure to remember this: Your friends are with you so long as they know you need help. That's the bond you've forged, like it or not." Leon smiled. "Whoo, sorry about that. Since I got my memory back I've tended to wax philosophical at times."

"Hm...you should do that more often, makes everything have a story like quality to it," Saylo said jokingly. "So where was the last place you saw this Nem guy?"

"I last saw him before the group parted ways in Elsweyr. Not completely sure where he is now. But if you find him and say I sent you, he'll give you the sword, since it's mine anyway." Leon said.

"Hmm, thanks." Saylo turned and walked away. He walked to the five ships docked in the harbor and went to sleep in a cabin. He would set out to find Nem in the morning.

"Heh. Kids today. so desensitized by trashy books like 2920 and that porno about Barenziah." Leon chuckled. He went into the tavern and decided to look around.

Sean started thinking to himself, What? What does Azura and pornography have to do with anything that's been going on recently?

Largot decided to distract himself somehow. He waved a greeting to Leon then found out where that Sean guy was staying.

"Oi!" he said, knocking on the door. "I need to talk to you!"

Sean started to walk towards the door, but realized, It's midnight. They should think I'm asleep. He waited a second, attempting to imitate having just gotten out of bed, and walked over to the door. Answering it, he started rubbing his eyes, saying, "What the hell? It's midnight man, what do you want? Don't say anything about my cranky-ness, you just woke me up. I was dreaming about the statue of Azura in Vvardenfell, and yes, she was talking. What is it?"

"You had a run-in with Engar, earlier." Largot said. "That was stupid. Maybe you were drunk, but if a Nord with booze asks you to leave him alone, you leave him alone. But enough of my sermonizing. Sorry I woke you up. But I think you're owed an explanation, sooner rather than later."

"So go ahead and ask me why he reacted like he did."

"Because he thinks he is better than anyone who isn't royalty, and has to mess with a drunk." Largot simply looked at him. Sean rolled his eyes and continued, "Alright, I wasn't drunk, but I don't remember any bartender telling me not to screw with him. Why does he not treat anyone with respect; at least, anyone that is not one of his friends?"

"He was born Skyrim Royalty, and has proved himself time and again in battle. He respects those whose strength he's seen. He will come to respect you, I heard about your flaming-arm antic. Chances are he already does, but his pride won't let him show it yet." Largot said. "He grates on everyone's nerves at first, but he's a hell of a help in a fight, and a loyal friend."

Sean chuckled, "Are you serious? So deep down he's just a gullible little black bear? I really didn't get that impression when he threw me to the ground after I put out a hand of respect, you know he doesn't know anything about me, or why I'm even here. He should think twice before he makes me angry again." Sean had given up trying to look sleepy, and was now genuinely angry.

I never said he's gullible, or that he'll like you. I just said he'll respect you someday." Largot said. "Sorry I woke you up. G'night."

Just then, Leon walked by the ajar door. "And stop spying on me or I'll kill ya." He said, jokingly.

"Who's spying you senile old man?" Largot yelled out. "G'night." he said, then left.

Sean closed the door, the latch snapping in place to let him know it was shut. If someone tried to get in, he would hear it. Sean laughed under his breath after hearing Leon go on. "Man, that guy's hilarious, how did he know?"

Aldanaril walked up towards the bar. "Can I have a room, please?" The bartender nodded his head. "Sure, if you can pay for it." He answered, "Of course I can, here you are." He handed him ten gold coins. He made his way up to his room, and closed the door behind him, not bothering to lock it.

He laid on the bed, thinking for himself "What can it be? What does it mean?" Before falling asleep.

As Fauvei waned, backing into the heavens, he looked down unto the Sea of Ghosts, watching a black mist slowly sweep southwards, headed straight for Skyrim. "Oh f***," he said.