Authors Note: First Fanfic on my new computer, a fanfic about Morrowind weridness, it shall be a series
Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion
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One Shot 1 So who's Idea was it to kill me?
She looked around at her surroundings, every where she looked she saw markings of the tribunal. This definitely was the place. She sighed and turned to the building in front of her. It was a large temple with steel doors and even more markings on the doors. Inside, holding a meeting was the tribunal. The woman curled her lips in disgust at the thought of them. Getting up off of the bench she strode towards the door with her nose in the air. Upon reaching the door she was greeted by a guard. " The tribunal are holding a meeting, if you need to pray do so at the alter in Balamora or Ald-Ruhn". The woman laughed and cast a paralysation spell on him. As he fell to the ground he sent her evil glares. She simply smiled and opened the doors. It was time to find out who was behind it..
-Inside The Temple with the Tribunal-
A man with half grey skin and half golden skin was surrounded by books. Next to him were to other people, a man and woman both with golden skin, who were as well looking through books. "There's nothing here" said the oddly coloured elf. "Vivec, sweetie , we'll find it" said the woman moving closer to the man. The other man nodded in agreement. "We must find the prophecy if what it said is true then... he'll come back" said the man now known as Vivec. Unknown to them, the woman, also known as Lillian to her friends was creeping up behind them, unaware. "If he comes back we are screwed, royally" added the golden male elf. Lillian slowly stood up and moved closer. They still did not notice her. "Me must still have time, it's not like the reincarnation of Neravar is going to suddenly appear, with the want for answers and revenge" said the woman. In a whispery voice Lillian addressed them. "So who's genius Idea was it to poison me, betray Azura, and make your self gods using the tools that I specifically told you not to touch" The tone was a mixture of sweet and evil. None of them turned around they simply stood frozen. "Well I spoke to soon..."