Six years after The Nerevarine thwarted Dagoth Ur's plans, dissolved the False Tribunal and defeated Hircine; he was bored and craved more adventure. One day, a dragon attacked the Nerevarine while on a morning walk around Seyda Neen. "A dragon! I thought you winged reptiles were extinct?" The Nerevarine wondered as he unsheathed his sword Trueflame. "Lif zey sadon gein; leave me grey one!" the dragon threatened before breathing fire. The Nerevarine has never fought a dragon before and wasn't prepared.

Suddenly an elderly Nordic man wearing grey robes sprinted towards the dragon faster than the blink of an eye and shouted "Fus ro dah!" at the dragon, blowing away the fire breath with the force of his own voice. "You dare to face me mortal? Your death will be in vain!" The Dragon threatened. "I do dare; I was a Greybeard!" the elderly man yelled. The dragon whipped his tail at the man, but he quickly shouts "Feim zii gron!" and the tail passes through his transparent body. The man shouted "Fo krah diin!" before breathing frost at the dragon.

The dragon shivers as the frost hits him. "So cold… You are good, for a mortal." the dragon complimented. "Leave, now!" the man commanded. The dragon flies away as a female Redguard wearing netch leather armour arrives. "I just saw a dragon flying towards here. Where is it?" the female Redguard asked.

"You just missed it missy. Oh… it's one of you Blades." the man said in disgust. "How did you know? Grand Spymaster Nisfar Adlathil, do you know this man?" the Redguard asked. "No Elone, but he just saved my life. I had never faced a dragon before and I know nothing about them but he was brave enough to face it." Nisfar said. "For starters, my name is Sorar Thunder-Mouth; I am a former Greybeard of High Hrothgar. I was banished because I was using the thu'uum for violence.

"So why come here to Vvardenfell?" asked Elone. "I'm visiting my son, Sjorvar. He tells me all about the Blades and trusts me to keep his secrets. I was on my way to his shack when I saw the dragon flying towards this general direction, so I followed it in hopes it doesn't see me." said Sorar. A group consisting of a Bosmer woman, an Argonian man, another Redguard woman, an Altmer man, a Breton woman and a young Nord man with face tattoos arrives. "Where's the dragon?" the younger Nord asked. "Sjorvar, glad to see you son!" Sorar greeted.

"Father, it's good to see you. Why aren't you in Skyrim?" Sjorvar asked. "I'm banished because I shouted a goat off the mountain." Sorar answered, embarrassed. "Reunion aside, where did that dragon come from?" Nisfar wondered. "We don't know. We need information from Grand Spymaster Cosades but he's in Cyrodiil." the other Redguard woman replied. "I'll give him a visit. Sorar is your ship still here?" Nisfar asked.

"Yes, it's docked at Gnaar Mok." Sorar replied. They walk to Gnaar Mok; a small fishing town at the edge of the west side of vvardenfell known as West Gash. Nisfar and Sorar board a small sloop as the others wave goodbye. The ship heads south to the mainland on Morrowind, then take a silt strider to the northeastern border of Cyrodiil and arrive at the city of Cheydinhal where they see an Imperial man being arrested by the guards. "You have the right to remain silent, criminal scum!" an Imperial guard threatened.

"I'm telling you, that's not my skooma, someone planted it!" the prisoner yelled. "You there, I have orders to send this criminal to Imperial City Prison." commanded another elderly Imperial guard. "Imperial City, we should follow them, I don't want a long tour." said Nisfar. They follow the guards' carriage at a safe distance to avoid confusion of the guards being watched. They arrive at Imperial City and gaze at the White-Gold Tower.

"It's as beautiful as the day I left prison." Nisfar commented in nostalgia. They arrive at the tower at the centre of the city and spot two guards patrolling the area. "Excuse me; I want to join the Blades. Do you know where their headquarters are?" Nisfar asked. "Cloud Ruler Temple in Bruma County, north from here. There's a path leading to it from Bruma City." a guard directed. "Thank you, sir." Nisfar thanked.

The two leave Imperial City as Sorar pants vigorously. "Wasn't that Elf a prisoner that was pardoned by the Emperor?" one of the guards wondered. They arrive in Bruma City where they spot a temple high above the mountains. "We have to go up there? I can handle living in mountains but not going up or down one. I'll wait for you at the inn." Sorar said tiredly. Nisfar goes to the road north to the northwest gate in Bruma and follows the path up the Jerall Mountains.

After a few hours Nisfar approached Cloud Ruler Temple and walks up to a lone guard at the gates. "I'm Grand Spymaster Nisfar Adlathil from Morrowind. I need to speak to Grand Spymaster Caius Cosades. It's urgent, there's been an incident." Nisfar asked. "He's inside speaking with Grandmaster Jauffre." the Blade soldier said before opening the gates. Nisfar climbs the stairs and into the temple where he sees an elderly monk talking to Caius in Blades armour. "We saw the dragon heading to the mainland again, but this time at a longer duration between flights." Caius reported to the monk.

"Excuse me, Caius Cosades. I need to speak to you." said Nisfar as he poked his head through the door. "Nisfar, it's been a while. Can it wait? We're in the middle of an emergency." Caius greeted. "No, sir, we saw and attacked a dragon along the Bitter Coast." said Nisfar. "You saw it too? I hoped nobody would. Come inside, tell us everything you know." the monk said. "That's the problem; I don't know how to handle the threat." Nisfar responded.

To be continued…