Aurora

by EZman21

A Khajiiti thief does all he can to undermine the Aldmeri Dominion in the world of Tamriel. He journeys through Dwemer ruins, the ancient continent of Atmora, and even the dread realm of Quagmire before he must face the Dominion head on in a brutal battle for the fate of the Empire

1. Part 1

Aurora

By: Eric Zaage

Part 1- The Adventure

1. This One Has Found it

Ariq surveyed the passage. Even in the dark the Khajiit could make out the precisely cut stone pillars and brass pipes that ran along the edges. Aside from the dullness of the pipes this place looked like it had been built yesterday. The Dwemer built to last. The flickering light behind him, however, began to obscure his vision.

"Tara, put the torch down," Ariq said

"Hey, we don't all have cat's eyes," the wood elf woman replied, "and it's Commander Tara to you,"

"This One is not officially Aldmeri Dominion you know," Ariq said and swished his tail before the Bosmer carelessly stepped on it, "mind the tail!"

"Ha, no promises,' Tara smirked, "but the Dominion is supporting this expedition for you, so you might as well respect their chain of command," Tara said,

"Ha, you do not respect the chain yourself!" Ariq said.

"Well, some of us still remember those Bosmer purges that the Thalmor claim never happened," Tara said in a hushed voice.

"You could come with This One," Ariq offered, "you did arrange his way out,"

"Shhh, you're not out of the woods yet," Tara said, "Let's move marines. These Dwemer ruins creep me out,"

The squad of wood elf marines mobilized behind Ariq and Commander in the old Dwarven ruin. The squad made little noise as they advanced down the hallway, but Tara was not afraid of being heard. She was instead worried about the pair of Thalmor Justiciars clanking down the path in their gilded mail. The High Elves made their way to the front by rudely pushing the marines aside.

"Well, where is it?" one asked impatiently. Both towered over Tara and had to tilt down to talk to Ariq.

"Almost there," Ariq answered, "If it is here,"

"You said this would be the place, cat," One Justiciar sneered.

"Ariq said we were close to finding it," He snapped back.

"Mind your tongue, Khajiit," The other said menacingly, "Queen Alenwe did not endorse a wild guar chase,"

"At worst, This One believes we find the true location, if his research is correct," Ariq said.

"Well, we better find something, for your sake," The Justiciar warned

Ariq growled under his breathe but said nothing. The group made their way through the old Dwarven halls. Ariq looked around and reminisced about his scavenging days. Ruins like these had provided him with relics and treasures that had kept him in coin for a very long time. Unfortunately, they also provided a wide assortment of danger with deadly automatons roaming the halls and various horrid traps that slashed, stabbed, poisoned or burned. Ariq loved the discovery of all the ancient Dwemer treasures despite the danger. Years ago, he had discovered, with the help of a ghost, a long-lost forge capable of shaping Aetherium, the rarest metal in existence. Ariq looked at the crossbow that hung off his back. He remembered the time he spent with the Dawnguard vampire hunters, how Jorine had sent him to Dwarven ruins all over Skyrim looking for schematics to make the weapon.

Now here he was, in a ruin on the edge of Hammerfell, helping the Elven Aldmeri Dominion find artifacts to use against the Empire of Cyrodiil before they declared war, but what they were looking for was far more powerful that crossbows. Ariq could not let them get their uppity High Elf fingers on it.

"It is close now," Ariq pointed to a door at the end of the hall, "Tara, have your marines watch for Falmer back here,"

"We haven't seen any sign of them so far," Tara said confused

"Excellent point, Falmer this for south?" One Justiciar asked.

"They're almost as sneaky and clever as This One, so they may be here after all," Ariq looked at the two Justiciars, "Perhaps you two should watch here as well so no creepy crawlers sneak up on Ariq, yes?"

"Not a chance," said one of them, "We'll not have you sneaking off with anything cat, you're still under suspicion after your activities in Skyrim,"

"Ariq would never do such a thing on the watch of such fine agents," Ariq smiled innocently.

Both the High Elves growled and followed the cat to the door. They gripped their swords even tighter. The Khajiit yawned and outstretched his arms just as they came near the door. Ariq studied the door for a minute; he examined the lock, and knocked on the door. Both Justiciars rolled their eyes. He carefully looked around the hall for anything on the walls or floor indicating a trap.

"This one suggests you step back, and stay away from the middle of the floor," he said at last.

"And why is that?" one elf asked.

"See the rut in the floor?" Ariq pointed, "If Ariq makes the tiniest mistake with the lock, blades spring out and cut your legs off," Both Justiciars jumped off to the side.

Ariq smiled to himself as he pulled out a lock pick and began to work on the door. He listened for the clicking as the pick wormed around and loosed the tumblers. Then there was a snap as the lock pick broke in half. Ariq stood up just in time to see the Justiciars fall flat on their surprised faces, backs filled with poison darts. Tara and the marines ran up to see what had happened.

"Stendarr's mercy," Tara shook her head but was not entirely surprised, "How did they not see that coming? Look at the walls!"

She held up her torch and indeed each side of the hall was filled with obvious dart holes pointed at the door. Had the Justiciars not been on the sides, poor Ariq would have died for sure.

"Not everyone has cat's eyes," Ariq smiled.

"How did you know it wouldn't be the floor blade?" Tara asked.

"This one thought if the Dwemer were still here, they would like to have less limbs on the floor," the Khajiit shrugged.

"A risky gamble," Tara chided

"Not really, considering the rut isn't big enough for the usual spinning blade," Ariq shrugged

"You got lucky," Tara said

"Ariq usually does," Ariq said casually

"Anyway, are there any more traps if you 'fail' again?" Tara asked

"Eh, we'll just use the key this time," Ariq shrugged

"Where did you get the key?" Tara asked taken aback

"It was hanging on the wall over there," Ariq said easily

"How did you get it without attention?" Tara asked curiously

Ariq yawned and stretched out his arms.

"You sneaky kitty," Tara said shaking her head.

"Thank you," Ariq bowed.

After opening the door, the group found an enormous chamber. It was filled with stone chairs and tables arranged in rows like a classroom with a small space sectioned off by a high metal grate panel. On almost every stone table were old inkwells, quills, sheets of paper and half etched stone tablets that collected mountains of dust and debris.

"Gotta be an office if I've ever seen one," Tara said, "Thought the dwarves would have machines for their paperwork,"

"Spread out, the map has to be here somewhere," Ariq said.

"Are you sure this map will lead us to it?" Tara asked.

"Thalmor would have killed Ariq on site if he was not sure," Ariq answered.

"Kill you?" asked Tara, "I knew they were upset with you, but really? That far?"

"Ariq's activities in Skyrim were less than helpful to the Dominion," Ariq said carefully.

"Thieves Guild harass them that bad?" Tara asked

"This one is not with them the whole time," Ariq answered.

"But that's how you caused them trouble right?" Tara asked

"Not exactly," Ariq admitted.

"Commander, I have something!" A wood elf marine came up to them with one of the stone tablets.

"Thank you Gibby," Tara said.

"Let Ariq see," the Khajiit took the tablet from the young elf, "ah yes, this is most wonderful,"

"What is it?" Tara and Gibby asked in unison.

"The map," Ariq answered, and immediately set to studying it. He quickly swept inkwells and paper off one of the stone tables and took out the notebook he had with him. Tara and Gibby looked anxiously over his shoulder as he copied the map into the notebook

"Can you hurry up," Tara said, "I know you were lying about Falmer being in here, but I still don't like Dwemer ruins,"

"Aha, This One has found it," Ariq said at last.

"Well?" Tara asked impatient. "Where is it?"

"Morrowind," he answered

"Where in Morrowind?" Tara sighed

"Ariq is glad you asked," Ariq smiled as Tara frowned at him, "Ash Mountain in the Stonefalls,"

"What!?" Tara said in disbelief.

"Oh yes, the map was quite clear," Ariq stated

"But...how?" Tara wondered

"Secret entrance well away from the Daedric ruins there," Ariq said, pointing to the map

"Now you're just being ridiculous," Tara said.

"Hey, can we discuss this outside? We got movement," Gibby said urgently, pointing to the back of the room with his sword.

With his cat vision, Ariq caught a glimpse of the creature before it disappeared. It was sickly pale, with long pointed ears and two long slits for a nose. Its limbs were slim but powerful and the creature's eyes were sealed shut.

"Falmer? In Hammerfell?" Ariq said confused, "Yes, move quickly!"

The group ran out the door and through the ancient halls as fast as they could while hauling their equipment. All the while they heard the rumbling scuffle of bare fleshy feet behind them, but only the Khajiit could see the danger, and he encouraged the group to go faster with each glance behind. Once or twice an arrow zipped and the clanged off a pillar or wall close to them. Ariq armed his dwarven crossbow from time to time and fire a bolt back into the darkness and the Falmer would squeal in pain. Luckily, it was still bright day outside and beaming rays shot through the entrance, and the creatures broke pursuit as the group reached the door. The marines finally took a moment to catch their breath once they were far, far away from the old Dwemer ruin.

By evening they reached their camp, a good distance away from where the Falmer might have dared to venture out. The marines, except for the poor soul on first watch, got out of their armor, now soaked in sweat from the escape. Ariq unstrung his crossbow and pulled out his notebook. Tara joined him around the fire.

"So, as you were saying before about the location?" Tara asked.

"Yes, well, one 'entrance' is underwater quite a bit, although there are times when it can be reached on foot," Ariq answered.

"Awfully annoying to reach," Tara said surprised, "I thought we'd be breaking into an armory or forge. You'd think they'd make it easier to get to?"

"You still think we are looking for a Dwemer weapon?" Ariq asked.

"Well you didn't tell us or the Thalmor any different," Tara said.

"This one said it would be worth the Thalmor's time to investigate," Ariq shrugged.

"But what is it?" She pressed.

"If you were going with this one, you could know," Ariq said

"Well someone has to lie about what happened here," Tara said annoyed.

"And that lie is?" He asked.

"That you and the two Justiciars were killed trying to open a door and automatons prevented us from retrieving your bodies," Tara recited.

"Very good, and my escape?" Ariq asked.

"The Prowler is waiting at Sentinel docks for one 'Rahjin,'" she answered, "It seems I've done all the work with your escape,"

"And This One is most grateful," the cat smiled, "We cannot let the Thalmor get to this um…artifact, yes?

"Shame it took me working for the Dominion to see it," Tara shook her head.

Ariq patted her back, "Now, now, the important part is you know, and you are in a great position to help This One keep something powerful out of their hands,"

"Something that you still won't tell me what it is," she pointed out.

"When Ariq has it, you will know," Ariq said confidently.

2. Get us Outta Here!

The group arrived in Sentinel the next day. The high sandstone walls of the port city were an impressive site as they walked through the gates. The dark skinned Redguard citizens of the city all dressed in light, flowing clothing, in stark contrast to the wood elf marines passing through. They gathered many a glance at their bone like armor and Tara received special attention for her shoulder blade battle axe. Not many wood elves remembered the Green Pact that led to the use of bone, let alone still followed it. What the people of the city found most curious was the strange fellow walking with the marines. Some swore they saw a pinkish nose like that of a cat poking out from under a low hood, but none were sure, for along with the hood over his face, Ariq had also tied his whiskers back and made another adjustment that he was not thrilled about.

"Was hiding the tail really necessary?" Ariq asked Tara

"You're supposed to be dead like the Thalmor we took with us, remember? That's the story," Tara said then added with a giggle, "and dead cats have no tails,"

"Very Funny," Ariq said unhappily.

"Relax," Tara said, "Once you're on the ship you can let it all out,"

"Speaking of the ship, where is the Prowler? "The unhappy cat asked.

"There," Tara pointed to a weathered but sleek ship on the edge of the docks adorned with an eagle figurehead.

"This One hopes that is not a Thalmor eagle," Ariq said cautiously.

"It's actually the goddess Kenarthi according to the captain," Tara answered.

"Captain is Khajiit like This One?" Ariq inquired.

"Of course, wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable," Tara chuckled.

"Please, Ariq spent time in Skyrim away from many of my kind," Ariq rolled his eyes

"Well then this should feel like going home, wouldn't you think?" Tara smiled and handed him a letter, "Give that to the captain and she'll know who you are,"

"Thank you, Tara," Ariq nodded.

"You are welcome," Tara said. "Well, wish me luck. I have to give a report to the higher ups,"

"Ariq wishes he could see their faces when they find out that they lost the only two high elves they sent and lost the lead on a powerful Dwemer artifact," The Khajiit smiled.

"Yeah, it'll be great for me too," Tara said sarcastically.

"Demotion?" Ariq asked.

"For as much as you hate the Thalmor, you really don't know much about them," Tara said dejectedly.

"You will be fine," Ariq said encouragingly, "And when this is over you may not need to worry about them anymore,"

"May?" Tara said skeptically.

"Good luck, my friend," Ariq shook her hand.

"To you as well," Tara said.

And with that, Tara departed with the marines for the Thalmor embassy, and Ariq made his way to the harbor. He wandered down through the winding docks of Sentinel. He saw every kind of seafaring vessel from Breton galleons to Nordic long ships. After walking the entire length of the docks, he came to the Prowler. He did a double take as he drew near the ship. From far away, the ship just looked a bit weathered, but up close, the ship looked dreadful. The hull was checkered with rough patches of every kind of wood and Ariq could have sworn there was a hole or two in the hull. Ariq observed the crew on deck. All were Khajiit. This was almost like going home. He had not seen so many Khajiit together in years, and certainly not since he had left Elsewyr for Skyrim. He heaved a sigh of relief and went to board. Right at the bottom of the gangplank Ariq turned to look back up at the Sentinel Thalmor Embassy which was clearly visible on a hill above the other structures. Tara's marines idled just outside meaning that the commander must be inside giving her report. Ariq noticed something strange. Gibby moved away from the group and slipped quietly inside. Something felt wrong.

"Hey!" The sudden noise made Ariq jump, "Are you looking for passage?"

At the top awaited two cat sailors. One was a lion of a Khajiit complete with veins that could be seen just under his midnight pelt. The other who had spoken was a pale furred she-cat with a long pulled back red mane. She looked at him with crossed arms and curious eyes.

"Uh, yes," Ariq said quietly as he handed her Tara's letter. The pale Khajiit took the letter and quickly scanned its contents.

"You are Rahjin?" She asked without a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" Ariq asked confused.

"Just checking. You sound so suspicious," the she-cat asked.

"Sorry Ari...uh, Rahjin has been in Skyrim too long," he answered.

"Ah yes, those Nord are so mistrusting. Captain Atajhan at your service," She outstretched her hand.

Ariq pulled back his hood and shook her hand. "Rahjin guesses he did not need to hide his tail if he could be identified so easily," Ariq pointed out.

"Khajiit know their own," Atajhan smiled, "This is D'jango, This One's first mate"

D'jango smiled and put his hand forward and proceeded to crush Ariq's when he shook it. Ariq grimaced under the force while D'jango just laughed and moved to the deck and rousted the rest of the crew that was lazing about.

"This One will take inventory before you board," Atajhan commanded, "We cannot have you bringing skooma on This One's fine sailing vessel,"

"Alright," Ariq handed her his bag and crossbow.

"So this is the fabled 'crossbow' This One has heard about on her trips to Skyrim," Captain Atajhan aimed the weapon.

"Hey!" Ariq snatched the crossbow back, "Phoebe is not a toy! She is a deadly weapon"

"Touchy, huh?" the Captain laughed, "Now anything else?"

"Ah yes," Ariq pulled a sword out from under his cloak.

"Not a typical sword," Atajhan noticed.

"Can be used as with one or two hands," Ariq said proudly

"A versatile weapon indeed. Now anything else, a boot knife perhaps?" Atajhan asked.

"This one always has a boot knife," Ariq flicked the knife out of nowhere.

"This one sees see," Atajhan shook her head, "Now follow This One please, and feel free to let that tail out,"

"Gladly," Ariq sighed in relief.

The captain led Ariq towards the back of the ship. The ship was like a well-oiled machine. He watched the crew run about, move crates on from the docks, tie off ropes and do other odd jobs to try and get the ship underway. Then Ariq remembered what he saw on the outer hull.

"Are you sure this ship is safe to sail?" Ariq asked Atajhan, "It seems battered,"

"The Prowler has definitely been through a lot. This one hardly even knows if any of the original ship is still here, but there is more to her than that," Atajhan said loud enough for the whole crew to hear, "Much like you Ariq Grey-fur!"

"How did you know?" Ariq asked surprised.

"Please," Atajhan rolled her eyes, "Grey fur, slight leopard spots, black mane, unique sword, and an over attachment to your crossbow? You must be the Ariq This One has heard of,"

"Very detailed," Ariq said again surprised.

"This one was given much detail when my ship was 'requisitioned' by Thalmor agents to find you,"

The fur on Ariq's neck bristled and he moved his dominant left hand over his sword.

"Ah, yes and left handed, This One forgot that part," the captain said innocently.

Ariq growled.

"Oh please, if This One wanted to hand you over to those Elven bastards, she would have done so already," the captain said with fiery eyes, "The Thalmor are not patient,"

Ariq was still suspicious, but he removed his hand from his sword.

Atajhan could see he was still tense, "This One knew who she was transporting from the beginning. Do not give This One that look. Tara is a good friend and not a good liar. Do not worry, This One will keep you away from the Thalmor until we get to Skyrim. Wait, what are you looking at?"

Ariq gaze had shifted once again to the Thalmor Embassy when Atajhan mentioned Tara. His fur bristled again as he observed the foreboding structure. Atajhan took notice as well. At the top of the embassy tower, lights of fire red and the storm blue flashed violently in the windows and then suddenly stopped.

"This one does not like this," Atajhan said.

"Are we ready to sail?" Ariq asked with eyes fixed on the embassy.

"We are now," Atajhan nodded and shouted out orders. "D'jango, raise the gangplank! Petra, to the wheel! Namari weigh anchor! Let's move!"

The door to the embassy flew open. Ariq watched in disbelief as Tara was thrown to the ground face first with her hands bound. Her nearby marines shot up in shock when they saw their commander. They went for their weapons too late as Thalmor agents poured out casting binding spells. The marines went stiff as boards and thudded to the ground like their commander. Gibby sheepishly stepped out from behind the Altmer agents.

"Little skeever," muttered Ariq angrily. "He sold them out,"

The Prowler slowly got underway. The initial jolt surprised Ariq, but not as much as what he saw next. Out the door came another High Elf. She towered over the others through shear presence if not by stature alone. Her fair hair matched the gold trim on her coal black uniform typical of the Aldmeri Dominion officers. She moved with grace and elegance as she yanked Tara up by her messy brown hair. Then the Prowler came to an abrupt stop.

"That bitch," said Atajhan as she rejoined Ariq at the stern of the ship.

"Elenwen," Ariq growled.

"You know who that is?" Atajhan asked confused.

"Can this tub move any faster!?" Ariq said urgently through gritted teeth.

"Once we clear the dock, but we have another ship in our way," Atajhan said matching his tone.

"Get us outta here Captain!" Ariq exclaimed.

"This One is trying!" she responded with equal ferocity.

The two looked back at the poor Bosmer. Elenwen had Tara at eye level with her meaning the wood elf's feet dangled off the ground. Even from far away the Khajiit knew Tara was hurting. Elenwen screamed in her face. Tara looked as if she could only cry in pain. Elenwen grew frustrated and gripped Tara's hair tighter and furiously shook her. Ariq could faintly hear the scream with his cat ears and he felt anger and the urge to leap from the boat and save his friend, but he knew he would be too easily captured and there was nothing he could do. Tara, however, spat straight in the arrogant Altmer's face. Elenwen flung her back into the dirt. The ambassador took a knife from one of her compatriots and put it against a petrified marine's throat.

"She's looking for you isn't she?" Atajhan asked.

Ariq hung his head, "must be,"

"She must have known the risks," Atajhan said although she was clearly upset as well.

"Ariq just hoped his luck would go with her. Now he cannot help her," Ariq said sadly.

"Uh oh. Look!" Atajhan pointed quickly.

Ariq looked back to see the traitor Gibby pointing straight at the Prowler. Tara noticed as well and struggled off the ground. Elenwen shook her head as Tara slowly rose to her feet. The Thalmor raised her hand above her head. Tara did not see this and she got to her feet. She head-butted Gibby right in the nose and continued to kick him as he hit the ground. Tara finally looked up to see Elenwen's raised hand. With a smile Elenwen dropped it. The other Thalmor agents proceeded to execute the petrified marines.

Tara's anguish was tangible even from the ship. The Bosmer fell to her knees and dropped her head. Tearful eyes looked dismally to the Prowler. To Ariq's surprise, Atajhan held a hand high and beckoned Tara to the ship. Tears were replaced with fearsome determination and Tara jumped to her feet. She spat at Elenwen again, then turned and ran for her life.

The ship lurched forward.

"Captain Kenarthi, we are underway!" shouted D'jango

"Very good," Atajhan called back.

"Wait, you motioned to Tara to come, are we not going to wait for her?" Ariq asked confused.

"We cannot wait still. We would be sitting ducks. She has to make it before we leave," Atajhan responded.

"You would leave her after this?" Ariq asked

"Never!" Atajhan said offended, "This One knows she can make it. She has been friends with Tara longer than you,"

"If you say so," Ariq said, "Did D'jango call you Kenarthi?"

"Yes" Atajhan stated

"Seems there is much Ariq does not know," Ariq said very confused

"You will figure it out," Atajhan said.

Ariq grunted and watched anxiously as Tara raced towards the docks. Her speed with her hands tied was surprising. High elf agents closing in behind were throwing spells her way. Fire, lightning and ice flew all around her as she bolted through the streets. The Redguard townsfolk hastily took shelter in their homes and local guard took up the chase. All the while the Prowler crawled farther and farther away from the docks. By the time Tara reached the start of the harbor, the Prowler's stern had barely passed the dock's end.

"Cutting it close!" Ariq said anxiously.

"Throw a line!" Atajhan ordered.

"Her hands are tied," Ariq pointed out.

"Do not worry," the captain assured. "D'jango!"

"On it," the first mate answered.

Tara reached the start of the pier just behind them. She barreled full speed down the pier with Thalmor and city guard nipping at her heels. Ariq decided to give her a helping hand. He whipped out Phoebe and armed her. He fired at the closest Thalmor agent. The bolt missed Tara's head by a mere few inches, but struck the agent square in the chest. He fired again and again. Agent after agent fell and guard slowed to raise shields against the onslaught, even though the bolts only hit the Thalmor. Tara reached the end, but the Prowler was a distance away. Instead of stopping as Ariq expected, she pressed on and plunged headlong into the water. Tara did not surface.

"D'jango, GO!" Atajhan shouted.

D'jango held onto the end of a rope and dived into the water off the stern. The slack let out quickly and the end tied to the ship grew taught. He swam fast and quickly came to the bubbles above where the Commander had gone in. D'jango dived down. Ariq kept firing his crossbow erratically out of anxiety. The big Khajiit soon surfaced again with a sputtering wood elf. D'jango let the Prowler drag them away from the angry group of guards on the edge of the dock, frustrated that they could not do anything with a hail of bolts heading in their direction. With one hand he gripped the rope and in the other D'jango held Tara who struggled to cut her bindings on the knife held in the cat's hand. Soon she was free and clung tightly to D'jango's back.

"Tara!" Ariq exclaimed once she was safely aboard.

"Gods damn that bitch!" Tara coughed, "Thanks Kenarthi,"

"Anytime Tara," the Captain answered and the two hugged.

"What happened?" Ariq asked anxiously.

"Ariq, give her a minute," Atajhan brought the soaked wood elf and propped her up against the mast.

"That son of a whore Gibby happened," Tara spat, "I had almost finished my report to the regional lieutenant including your notes on the artifact were lost to a fire trap, then that bastard comes in and tells him it's all a lie and that you were alive and escaping!

Then the next thing I know, Elenwen's in the room. I didn't even see the bitch come in, then some spells, and I'm out on my face in the street. Then I'm up to Elenwen's face and she's asking what I know about the artifact, which, of course I know nothing 'cause someone didn't tell me!"

"Seems Ariq made the right decision," Ariq said.

"Tell that my dead marines!" Tara shouted angrily. The crew shuffled around awkwardly.

"Tara! That is not fair!" Atajhan chastised.

"Damn it I know! I know, I know," Tara covered her face with one hand.

"Gibby pointed us out," Ariq said measuredly, "How fast will they come after us?"

"Elenwen wants to bring you and your information in herself," Tara said with disgust, "She needs time to prepare a luxury cruise for herself to chase after you,"

"We already have a head start; we can outrun her," Ariq said assuredly.

"This One is still uneasy," Atajhan put in.

"Then make no stops before Skyrim," Ariq suggested.

"Will supplies last with an extra mouth?" Tara asked.

"We will manage," the captain said comfortingly.

"Well, this will be fun," Ariq said.

3. Sugarless in the Sea

Everyone relaxed as soon as they lost sight of Sentinel. No ship came out of the harbor after them, and no arrows or fireballs had followed them either. Most of the crew saw this as a blessing although Tara and Ariq remained on edge. Tara went below decks and the crew kept at a respectful distance. Ariq and Atajhan stayed on deck for a bit clearing up some of Ariq's confusion.

"So 'Kenarthi' eh?" Ariq said.

"Ah yes, a nickname you see," Atajhan said.

"Ariq guessed that," Ariq said.

"Apparently Kenarthi shares some traits of the actual goddess. Kind and gentle yet fierce as a thunderstorm or so she has been told," She explained.

"Is that all?" Ariq said confused, "You could have said so earlier,"

"But then you would have hidden below deck before we had a chance to talk. Kenarthi has questions for you too, Ariq," Atajhan said.

"Should this one just call you Kenarthi?" Ariq asked trying to change the subject.

"Why not? Kenarthi is more common anyway," Kenarthi answered, "Shall This One call you Rahjin?"

"This One cares not. He has gone by both," Ariq said.

"Now, if you are done delaying, what is it we are looking for exactly?" Kenarthi asked.

"Did Tara tell you to ask?" Ariq said.

"Well, yes, but Kenarthi is curious as well," Kenarthi said. "After all, this one did just openly defy the Thalmor to get you out of Sentinel,"
"This one thinks it was more for Tara than for him," Ariq pointed out.

"Maybe, but if you know something to knock the Thalmor down a peg, This One would be glad to help. Tara or no Tara," Kenarthi said

"And why is that?" Ariq questioned.

"First a question for you, why do you defy the Thalmor?" Kenarthi asked.

"The moons and Skyrim," Ariq said.

"You mean the lies the Thalmor fed us about restoring the moons over thirty years ago?" Kenarthi asked.

"This one does not know why they or how they came back, but Ariq knows no High Elf could do such a thing," Ariq said angrily.

"This angers you?" Kenarthi questioned.

"This One is angry the Khajiit were so easily fooled," Ariq said shaking his head.

"We are cats," Kenarthi answered, "smart, but easily distracted by flashy things like Altmer magic,"

Ariq face palmed, which is difficult to do when you have a cat muzzle.

"Your time in Skyrim fueled this hatred more?" Kenarthi asked pushing for more information.

"That is a long story," Ariq said, "And This One is not good at storytelling,"

"It is a bit of a voyage, and we have time for you to figure it out," Kenarthi encouraged.

"Not now," Ariq said.

"Come now Kenarthi has heard much news from Skyrim in the last few years, tell This One you at least saw a dragon while you were there,"

Ariq sighed, "Yes, yes Ariq did,"

"Do tell," Kenarthi asked encouragingly.

"No," Ariq said firmly.

He walked down into the belly of the ship, but did hear Kenarthi let out a loud sigh just before. Small lamps illuminated the lower deck. Bunks lined a small room just behind the stairs. Ariq saw Tara lying heavily on one of the bunks. She was still and stared at the wall silently.

"No pursuit," Ariq reported.

"That's scarier than if they followed us," Tara mumbled.

"Maybe the Thalmor made an error this time?" Ariq suggested hopefully.

"Not likely," Tara answered depressed, "You know that means they know where we're going,"

"Or we are not worth their time," Ariq offered.

"You know Elenwen hates you, right?" Tara reminded.

"This one did not ruin her dinner party!" Ariq said, "That was Harald,"

"Maybe not, but you did disrupt her operations and there was that issue with Maven Black-Briar," Tara pointed out.

"What has Maven Black-Briar got to do with anything?" Ariq asked confused.

"She would sell out her children for the right price," Tara said matter-of-factly, "Think the Thalmor wouldn't use that? She became Jarl and Thalmor were gonna buy out her loyalty,"

"Never thought of that," Ariq said

"Yeah, whoever thought messing with the Thalmor had consequences," Tara grumbled angrily. "Be ready for when they come to finish the job,"

"This one is more worried about our stores," Ariq said.

"Why in oblivion would you worry about that? I'm just one more mouth," Tara said annoyed.

"How much do you like moon sugar?" Ariq asked.

"As much as anyone else, I suppose," Tara answered, "But we are only at sea for five days,"

"S'rendarr have mercy," Ariq face-palmed.

Three days later off the coast of High Rock, the moon sugar stores were gone. The calm sea stood as stark contrast to the condition of the crew. There was no Khajiit crew member on board who did not have the shakes. Even Ariq, who had been on limited sugar in Skyrim for quite a while, twitched. Tara was quite uncomfortable but was very worried to see the snaking wake of the ship and the proximity to land with Kenarthi at the helm.

"Ariq, I don't understand," Tara said concerned, "You were fine in the desert while we looked for...whatever we're looking for,"

"This one always has a small pouch for emergencies. Which is now...empty," Ariq twitched unhappily.

"You should have had sugar for five days, how did we run out in three with only one extra mouth?" Tara asked.

"The crew...panicked," Kenarthi answered with effort, "they heard... 'sugar shortage' and went...skooma crazy,"

"Moon sugar alone isn't skooma," Tara noted.

"Just a…saying," Ariq answered.

"Just great," Tara said into her palms.

From up in the crow's nest came a shout, "GOL...D SAILS! DOMIN...ION SHI..P TO STARB...OARD!"

"Yep, we're in so much trouble," Tara said.

"Don't count u...s out ...yet," Kenarthi said, "Hey! Sc...urvy cats, THAT SHIP HAS MOON SUGAR!"

The crew sprung to action quick as lightning. Tara flashed an incredulous look at Ariq. He flashed her a devious grin.

"You know Kenarthi and you have never seen this before?" Ariq said.

"No... this is completely new," Tara answered bewildered.

Kenarthi swung the ship to match with the Aldmeri vessel. The Altmer seemed taken aback by this move. They must have been expecting the Prowler to flee, and suddenly this chase was turning into a stand-up fight. The crew brandished swords and modest axes, and archers took as much cover as provided by the side rail. They readied hooks to reel the other ship in. Two mages began casting barriers to block incoming spells. Kenarthi roared orders from the wheel; Ariq slung his sword across his back and loaded his crossbow. Tara anxiously gripped her great axe practically shaking with excitement and ready for some payback. The Thalmor ship closed in. It matched the Prowler for size but its quality far outshone the Prowler. It looked fresh off the docks. Ariq observed the high elf crew; sailors brandished gilded swords and mages flaming hands and staffs with spells ready to cast. Both crews roared bloody murder as the ships raced towards each other.

The Thalmor fired first. Fireballs and arrows raced towards the ship. The Khajiiti mages absorbed the first wave of fire and the cats returned in kind. The two ships circled each other as arrows and magic flew between them. A cat or two took an arrow to the arm or leg but nothing lethal. Kenarthi coolly steered the ship in the fray with arrows brushing her whiskers. She kept one eye on the Thalmor ship and one on the crew. The mages kept the fire off the Prowler with their barriers, but their strength was not unlimited. As soon as she saw the barriers falter she made her play. Kenarthi turned the ship sharply towards the Thalmor vessel. The Aldmeri helmsman saw this and turned in kind.

"PREPARE TO BOARD!" Kenarthi shouted.

"GET THE SUGAR!" another added.

The ships collided with force that almost threw Ariq overboard. Grappling hooks flew out from both vessels and locked the two together. Sailors leaped from each ship to the other. Tara sprung over the railing at the enemy with bloodlust in her eyes. Ariq hung back, and drew his sword to defend the deck. Kenarthi stayed at the wheel to keep the ship under control. The fight was fierce. The sugar deprived cats fought like Dremora and the elf sailors found themselves outmatched. Within ten minutes, the Khajiit had the Altmer surrendered, but Tara did not stop. She kept hacking and slashing at the poor Altmer sailors doing all they could to avoid death after they had thrown down arms. The wood elf kept screaming and hollering and none of the Prowler crew dared stop her. Ariq jumped over and put himself in between her and the sailors.

"OUT OF THE WAY ARIQ," Tara screamed.

"The fight is over!" Ariq growled back.

"They killed my marines!" Tara yelled.

"Mercy rule. If no death is necessary, do not kill!" Ariq answered.

"Oh, a thief telling me about rules," Tara snapped.

"That is This One's only rule and he intends to keep it," Ariq said intensely.

Tara fumed, but she quit the fight. She angrily lowered her axe and stormed back down to the Prowler's hold. Everyone gave her a wide berth.

Several of the Prowler's crew were injured, but all were accounted for. Deckhands left to rummage through the Thalmor's hold. The cats gathered and tied up the remaining Thalmor to the mast of their ship. Kenarthi and Ariq paced up and down the line of high elf prisoners. Each prisoner refused to look either of them in the eye. The pale captain stopped at one that seemed especially aloof. She lifted his head with the tip of her sword and glared straight into his eyes.

"Knew we were coming, eh?" She said.

"I've nothing to say, Beast!" The elf said as he turned away.

"No, no. You will look This One in the eye," Kenarthi said forcing his head back toward her, "You know where we are going yes?"

"Of course, you animal!" The Thalmor growled, "You can't escape from the Dominion,"

"Do not be so sure," Kenarthi smiled, "Send them on their way,"

"THIS ONE FOUND THE MOON SUGAR!" came a voice from below deck. The Khajiiti crew cheered for joy.

Kenarthi pointed the Dominion vessel back towards shore. The Khajiit raised the sail and returned to the Prowler. With a mighty heave, they sent the Altmer on their way. D'jango took the Prowler's helm and corrected their course back towards Skyrim.

"So, you believe the elf?" Ariq asked Kenarthi.

"No, they only know which way we sail, not where we are going," Kenarthi said, "We will escape after all,"

"Are you sure?" Ariq asked.

"Kenarthi's gut tells her that was just a scout ship playing for glory," Kenarthi answered.

"What? Your crew cannot fight real Dominion soldiers?" Ariq said sarcastically.

"You joke, but in reality, This One fears coming up against a real Aldmeri force," Kenarthi said changing the subject.

"Hm and This One was just starting to like the ship," Ariq said, "You think Tara will calm down before we get there?"

"You had better hope so," Kenarthi pointed out.

"Eh, Wilhelm can wrangle her or Talis can cast a spell," Ariq shrugged.

"Your friends Kenarthi assumes?" Kenarthi asked.

"Oh, yes," Ariq said.

4. Welcome to Skyrim

Before they knew it, the coast of Skyrim filled their southern view. Ariq deeply inhaled the crisp northern air. He was back. Memories of three years ago came flooding back. All he had accomplished, everything he'd done wrong, the places he discovered and the reason for his departure flashed in his mind all at once. Kenarthi pulled him back to reality.

"Look at that castle," Kenarthi said pointing to a gloomy castle falling into disrepair on an island off the coast.

"Castle Volkihar," Ariq nodded.

"You have been there then? What is it like on the inside?" Kenarthi asked.

"Well kept for a vampire's nest," Ariq said, "Some strange doors and portals,"

"Vampires? Portals?" asked Kenarthi anxiously, "Do tell!"

"No time," Ariq answered, "Solitude is just around this bend,"

"Are you worried about the Thalmor?" Kenarthi questioned.

"They are not popular in Skyrim," Ariq pointed out, "And since the civil war ended, the Nords turned their aggression to the High Elves. Ariq doubts they will be of any trouble,"

"If you say so," Kenarthi said nervously tapping her cutlass, "This one guesses you will point out your friends?"

"Ariq may not have to," Ariq answered.

The Prowler finally came around bend in the shore. A gigantic rock arch opened the way into Solitude harbor. Perched atop the arch was the city itself. Tall stone walls guarded the denizens within. The a few shingled, pointed housetops stuck up above the lower sections of the walls and the inner keep of Castle Dour was clearly visible even from as far down as the water. The ship sailed under the arch and into the docks.

"Kenarthi heard the Emperor Titus Mede was killed in this very harbor," The captain asked.

"So the stories go," Ariq stammered.

"You know something yes?" Kenarthi urged.

"Not for Ariq to tell," Ariq answered shortly

"One of these times you will tell Kenarthi something!" Kenarthi said slightly frustrated.

Tara quietly came up to join them. She gave them the look that she did not want to speak. They turned their heads towards the shore. The Prowler headed toward the innermost pier. The docks were bustling with activity. It seemed a cargo ship had just docked the building marked the East Empire Company reminded Ariq of an anthill. Despite the crowd, Ariq was able to make out two figures far up the stairs down to the harbor. One was a Dark Elf of ashen skin and white hair and calmly observed the Khajiit ship slide into the dock, and the other, a Nord clad in armor, a huge shield on his back, but no helmet covered his dark hair and light, clean shaven face. He waved madly at the Prowler.

"Those are your friends, yes?" Kenarthi asked noting the waving man.

"Yes, yes they are," Ariq answered.

A few spare dockhands found time to help the ship into port. The gangplank had barely been extended when the Nord came rushing down the steps. Ariq hardly had a chance to step off the ship before he was swept up in a massive bear hug.

"ARIQ MY FRIEND!" said the man.

"Hel...lo Wil...helm" Ariq wheezed.

"Really? That's it?" Will said, "Gone three years, you don't visit, you write one letter, and all you have to say is hello!?"

"Did you expect something different?" said the dark elf, "He disappeared for two weeks in the Blackreach without a word.

"I guess not, Talis," Wilhelm said, "But three years? Come on man,"

"Sorry," Ariq answered while still catching his breath.

Wilhelm shook his head and then noticed Tara disembarking from the ship. "Who's the elf?"

"Wilhelm and Talis, this is Tara," Ariq introduced, "Tara, Talis and Wilhelm,"

Tara shook Wilhelm's hand, but Talis merely gave her a nod.

"Hello you two," Tara said friendly, "I've heard a bit about you two, though not much,"

"He still doesn't share much does he?" Wilhelm shook his head.

"Don't worry, Will'll give you an earful and more," Talis pointed out.

"It's true. I do love to talk," Wilhelm shrugged,"

"Anyways," Ariq interrupted, "Are we all set to go,"

"Yes, we have our share of supplies for the voyage, and Talis is ready to brave the ocean finally," Wilhelm said with a smile. Talis frowned.

"Change of plans," Ariq said, "We are going on foot,"

Talis let out a sigh of relief.

"Why? What did you do?" Wilhelm asked suspicious.

"The escape from the Thalmor did not go as planned," Ariq answered, "We were betrayed by a marine and the Dominion knows what ship we left on,"

"Damn it. Do they know where we're going?" Talis asked.

"Gibby probably told them we were heading to Morrowind, but I don't think he has an exact location," Tara said.

"Assuming he did not read it before he gave it to This One," Ariq added.

"Either way let's get on our way then," Wilhelm said. "Hjalmar's waiting by the supply cart up the way,"

"You go, This One will say thank you to the good captain," Ariq said.

Ariq went back to the ship. Kenarthi was in the middle of a conversation with D'jango.

"...make sure the crew stays in line, lay low for a while and do not do anything risky," Kenarthi was saying, "Kenarthi does not want anything to go wrong while This One is gone,"

"Yes, of course, Captain," D'jango said.

"Ah, but you are Captain for now, D'jango," Kenarthi corrected, "Take care while This One is away,"

"Going somewhere?" Ariq asked.

"Ah, yes, on an adventure of course," Kenarthi said shouldering a pack, "That is where we are going, yes?"

"You are coming with us?" Ariq asked confused.

"It seems like a good idea," Kenarthi shrugged.

"But the Prowler," Ariq argued.

"D'jango is perfectly capable to run the ship while Kenarthi is away," Kenarthi said, "And Kenarthi has a feeling this adventure will be far more interesting than sailing,"

"You are not a Dominion spy, are you?" Ariq asked skeptically.

"How dare you!" Kenarthi sounded convincingly offended, "Besides, If This One was a spy, would it not be better for her to be close where you can keep an eye on her?"

"Alright. You can come," Ariq conceded.

"Guess you will have time to share some stories now," Kenarthi grinned.

Ariq just sighed.

"Bright Moons, Captain," D'jango waved goodbye.

"Bright Moons, friend," Kenarthi replied.

They joined the others up the docks just in time to see a large dark haired Nord arguing quite loudly with Wilhelm.

"One elf is enough to deal with but two? That's pushing it," The Nord turned to see the two Khajiit coming, "Now cats!? That's over the line Wilhelm,"

"You're over the line Hjalmar Arm Breaker," Wilhelm snapped back, "Now go get some extra horses. We have more company,"

Hjalmar Arm Breaker stormed off towards the stable.

"Pleasant company you keep," Ariq pointed out, "Old legion friend?"

"Not really. He works with me," Wilhelm answered. "He's with the Companions,"

"Has Aela still been passing the 'gift' to new members?" Ariq nodded.

"Not on my watch. People questioned why we made the trip to the Tomb of Ysgramor and someone started a rumor about us curing Lycanthropy. Don't know how that got started, but it did, so now I make sure everyone's clean except Aela who refuses to give it up. The Companions can't have a bad reputation now that we are competing with a new order of Blades, and now Harald is recruiting for his own mercenary company," Wilhelm said, "When I got your letter, I left Vilkas in charge and came here,"

Hjalmar trudged back with two more horses in tow. He seemed calmer than before, and kept his head down. Hjalmar walked to Kenarthi and Tara and handed them the reigns.

"Now that you've calmed down a little Hjalmar," Wilhelm began, "why don't you say hello to my friend Ar..,"

"Rahjin," Ariq interrupted, "And this is Tara and Kenarthi," Wilhelm looked at him confused, but let it pass.

"Hello," Hjalmar answered, "Forgive me if I have a hard time believing an elf and Khajiit have Skyrim's best interests in mind,"

"Oh we do not," Ariq said, "This One does not know what Wilhelm's told you, but we only care about checking the Dominion's power,"

"Fine," Hjalmar grumbled, "I guess that works for now,"

"Can we go now?" Talis put in, "I would like to see what 'Rahjin' wants us to find,"

The all mounted horses except for Talis. He mounted the scaly, wide mouthed, two legged animal. Two tiny arms dangled of its chest.

"What is that?" Kenarthi asked as she curiously eyed the beast.

"Never seen a guar before?" Talis said.

"This one cannot believe Derp has lived so long in this cold," Ariq said.

"Benefits of being a wizard, you can keep your pets alive," Talis responded.

"It's called Derp?" Tara asked incredulous.

"Don't question it," Wilhelm answered, "Now come on we can reach Whiterun by tomorrow morning,"

They set off. The people of Skyrim were no strangers to foreign caravans, but they gave this group many odd looks. It was not every day Nords, Elves and Khajiit traveled not only in the same direction, but together as well. They reached the village of Dragon's Bridge perched on the edge of cliff by its namesake bridge above the Karth River. The townspeople there stared as the travelers came through. One little boy pointed at Ariq as they came through, "Look mommy it's the cat man!" the mother pulled the boy close to her, "Don't point little one, it's rude," and she shooed him away. Wilhelm and Ariq lead the way. Ariq knew Will had many questions for him, and Will knew Ariq would not tell him until they were out of earshot of the town and tried very hard not to burst into conversation. Hjalmar and Talis stayed in the middle. Neither would speak to the other. Kenarthi and Tara brought up the rear. Ariq barely made out the soothing tone of the pale captain's voice. Tara still sounded depressed.

The road led down the Karth River into the Reach. This rocky region of Skyrim held many secrets such as Dwemer ruins, dragon roosts and the Reachmen, marauders, claiming to be natives of the Reach attacking any who came through. They were on high alert as they passed through.

"Will, are we safe going through here?" Ariq asked, "The King in Rags may be dead, but there must still be Reachmen,"

"Ha, remember those groups I was competing with?" Wilhelm said, "The Reachmen were a common target for us. They're more or less gone now,"

"What about the dragons?" Ariq asked.

"Dragons you say?" Kenarthi asked from the back.

"Ha ha, haven't seen any in a while," Wilhelm laughed, "They started to disappear a year and a half or so after Harald killed Alduin,"

Kenarthi spurred up to the front. "You know the man who killed the chief dragon?" she asked with interest.

"Sure, me, Talis, and Ariq have all met him," Wilhelm answered.

"Huh, that is new to This One," Kenarthi shot Ariq a look.

"We were on the same ship for a week," Ariq said, "Ariq does not know you nearly well enough to tell you these things,"

"He's a little up tight," Wilhelm pointed out.

"Yes, yes, This One is," Ariq said.

"Well, Kenarthi would like to hear more," Kenarthi insisted.

"The sun's going down and Rorikstead is just a little way away," Wilhelm said, "Let's set up camp and you can hear a tale or two before you go to bed,"

The group had come out of the bleak rocky reach and out onto the Whiterun Hold plains. They laid out the bed rolls and Talis conjured up a campfire. Hjalmar hit the bedroll and was almost instantly asleep and Tara did likewise. Talis summoned a small light and held up a book to read. He sat like that for a while. Ariq lay out on his bed roll, but listened for a while. Wilhelm and Kenarthi sat across from each other while Will shared stories from the past that Ariq had almost forgotten himself.

"So you have seen dragons yes?" Kenarthi encouraged.

"Ah yes, sit back and enjoy a tale," Wilhelm started, "I showed up in Skyrim a bit before it happened..,"
"You are not from Skyrim?" Kenarthi asked.

"No I'm from Bruma back in Cyrodiil," Wilhelm answered. "I came to Skyrim to deliver my mother's ashes to Falkreath, but back on track, I ended up in Whiterun after I stopped in Falkreath to deliver the ashes, but on the way, I saw a giant, so I drew the sword I had went for it. They were others fighting the giant as well. I joined in with them and since there were five of us we made short work of him. That's when Aela, a hunter asked me to join the Companions, so I did. We had many adventures, but our Harbinger Kodlak, ended up dead..,"

"Wilhelm. Harald?" Talis said looking up from his book.

"I'm getting there," Wilhelm said, "Anyway, we were leaving from Kodlak's funeral that night when a stranger came into town. He was this light-haired Nord which is not unusual for Skyrim, but this guy looked terrible. He looked like he had just scavenged some random pieces of armor and bits of his arms and face looked sooty, and he carried a rusty legion sword. Yet, the man still asked me where to find the Jarl of Whiterun. This was my introduction to Harald.

I almost laughed in his face. If I hadn't been sobered from Kodlak's funeral, I might have. This ragged man was asking to see the highest-ranking men in the city, but something urged me to help him. I pointed him in the direction of Dragonsreach and was on my way. I didn't see him again for a long time,"

"How did you figure he was Dragonborn if you only saw him once?" Kenarthi asked.

"Well, after running with the Companions and making a quick trip to the College at Winterhold, and running a few jobs with them…" Wilhelm went on again.

"To the point," Ariq said sleepily, "And make quick, This One wants to sleep,"

"Fine smartass," Wilhelm jabbed, "So I joined the legion to help end the war, but we couldn't make any progress for a while. Then Harald called a meeting at High Hrothgar, the castle on the slopes of the Throat of the World, to stop the war, so that he could defeat Alduin. I was part of the detachment that protected the Imperial Delegation, so I saw Harald and others in there pointed out to me that he was the Dragonborn. The dirty man with hodgepodge armor was now a well armored and well-armed warrior wrangling two sides of a bloody conflict by himself,"
"And then he joined the legion and you fought with him there," Talis finished.

"Aww come on," Wilhelm protested.

"Nope you are done," Ariq added, "bedtime," Wilhelm sighed, but laid down on his bedroll and was out in minutes. Talis put down his book to follow his example. Kenarthi stayed awake for a while watching the stars.

"What beautiful lights," she whispered to herself looking at the rainbow aurora borealis in the sky.

Ariq studied at her silhouette against the vibrant sky, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Despite his initial sleepiness, after a short while Ariq found himself awake. The fur on his neck stood up. He knew that feeling. Someone was watching him; whoever it was near, too. Ariq closed his eyes and lay down again to feign sleep. He heard soft footfalls making their way towards the camp. They were familiar steps. They stopped stone's throw away. Whoever it was, they were being careful. They moved closer and closer to Ariq until they stopped right by his bag.

Ariq leaped up fast as lightning, flicked out a knife and pushed it to the intruder's throat.

"Ach! Really? Where do you keep that boot knife?" said an angry feminine voice.

"Sapphire?" Ariq said surprised as he took the knife away, "What are you doing out here?"

"On a job, of course," Sapphire rubbing her neck, "The real question is, what are you doing here? I thought you left,"

"Over there," Ariq pointed to the distance. The two moved out of earshot of the camp. Surprisingly, the others seemed fast asleep.

"What's going on Ariq?" Sapphire demanded, "We didn't think you were ever going to come back here,"

"This One has a job," Ariq answered.

"'This One' by the gods I'll never get used to how you speak," Sapphire joked.

"No Khajiit joined since This One left?" Ariq asked.

"We still deal with the caravans, but we haven't had any cats in the guild lately. You kinda ruined them all for us," Sapphire answered with a hint of annoyance.

"The Thieves Guild went too far," Ariq defended, "We were tied too closely to one person,"

"Yeah, and that person gave us mountains of gold!" Sapphire responded with ire, "If you didn't have the stomach to take gold why did you join the guild?"

"Because This One was under the impression the guild was loyal to only itself!" Ariq rebutted, "We were not supposed to be the blunt weapon for the worst person in Skyrim!"

"You keep your ideals and I'll keep my gold," Sapphire spat, but with a slight flinch.

"How's the guild doing now?" Ariq asked changing the subject.

"Fine, not like the time we had a curse on us," Sapphire said lightheartedly, "But we did have to work overtime to reassure our contacts after what you did,"

"But you are doing well now, yes?" Ariq pushed.

"Yeah, yeah, we're doing fine," Sapphire said soberly.

"As good as under Maven?" Ariq asked eyebrow raised.

"Almost, but not quite," Sapphire answered.

"Can This One get off the blacklist then?" Ariq joked.

"Brynjolf is still upset about it," Sapphire pointed out. "He had to lead the guild when you left and it took him a while to select a new guild master. He drinks more than he used to,"

"If you could not mention you saw Ariq, This One would be most grateful," Ariq said.

"No promises," Sapphire answered, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an exquisite sapphire. "I see you kept it,"

Ariq was not surprised. A quick handed thief could swipe a small item out of his bag before he had jumped. "Of course,. Ariq did not want to forget the guild,"

"That's...nice," Sapphire responded. She tossed the gem back to him. "I should go now,"

"Wait," Ariq said. He pulled out of his pocket a solid gold badge formerly owned by Thalmor officer. "For your silence,"

Sapphire smiled. "You got it,"

She vanished into the night and Ariq lay back down. It was a long while before his thoughts quieted enough for sleep.

5. And One More

The next day they approached the city of Whiterun, capitol of the hold that shared its name. Weathered stone walls, collapsed in places, guarded the hill the city sat on. Carved wooden buildings wound up the hill topped by a similarly styled palace at the top. The palace was called Dragonsreach and it reached high up into the sky. Year's before, the Skyrim civil war between the Imperial Legion and Nordic traditional radicals called the Stormcloaks had been brought to the town's doorstep. The legion guarded the city while the Stormcloaks laid siege. Now, little sign of the battle existed. In fact, the walls seemed slightly renewed. Bits of it shone lighter with new stones. The buildings that could be seen over the wall could have stood there for a century, even though Ariq knew many had burned in the siege.

"Guess it has been a while," Ariq muttered.

"What's that?" Wilhelm asked.

"Nothing," Ariq answered, "Do we need to stop in the city? The Thalmor will have our scent,"

"Hmm, we might as well check with Uthgerd and check to see if any trouble down in the Rift," Wilhelm put out.

"Would going down through the pass south of Riften and through Cyrodiil to Morrowind be wise?" Ariq asked.

"No, but there is a better way. Isran uncovered a passage through Dayspring Canyon," Wilhelm said, "He tried to make an escape route from Fort Dawnguard and dug through a narrow part of the mountain that should keep us out of sight of the Thalmor as well,"

"Does it lead to Morrowind though?" Ariq asked skeptical.

"Yes. Me and Alessia explored it a few months ago. We may have got a little lost, if you know what I mean" Will chuckled, "But we know it leads to Morrowind,"

"How is she doing?" Ariq asked.

"Doing well. The Legion's had her stationed Bruma actually," Wilhelm said, "I've gone to visit her a few times. It's good to see her and visit my home at the same time,"

"Why Bruma?" Ariq asked.

"She wanted to travel and requested outside deployment," Wilhelm shrugged.

"Did I hear something about the Dawnguard?" Tara asked from behind. She seemed to be overcoming melancholy that plagued her, "Sorry I didn't want to interrupt.

"Ha, guess we'll have to stop at the Bannered Mare after all," Wilhelm said aloud, "I got another story to tell and there's no place to tell tales like a hearty Nord tavern!"

"Oh yes, more stories!" Kenarthi said

"Ah, a fresh meal and mead," Hjalmar said contently.

"Yeah, great," Talis complained, "They don't even have decent Sujamma,"

"Ha ha, drink your mead," Wilhelm laughed, "It's good for you,"

The group made their way up the winding path to the gate of the city. They passed through two open arches, one with a drawbridge and finally, to the city gates. All the while Ariq felt the watchmen of Whiterun giving him odd looks. He saw Kenarthi shrink back a bit at the guard's glare too. The Khajiit's suspicions were confirmed when they reached the gate.

"Hey, cats," said the guard, "We don't need your kind in the city,"

"They're with me and its Ar... Rahjin and Kenarthi to you," Wilhelm stumbled a bit before remembering Ariq's reputation.

"Oh yeah? And who are you, big man?" the guard scoffed.

Wilhelm drew himself to full height and glared at the watchman.

"That is Wilhelm Reves," Hjalmar said before Wilhelm could clobber the man, "Don't recognize the leader of the Companions? You blind, boy?"

"Oh, sorry sir," The guard's full helmet hid his embarrassed expression, "But keep an eye on those cats. They do anything wrong and it's on you,"

"Noted," Wilhelm said shortly.

As they passed through the city gate, they heard the guard's friend chastising him for his idiocy.

Although the Bannered Mare Tavern was not far and a straight shot from the gate, it took far too long to get there. It seemed Wilhelm knew every other person that passed them by and was obligated to say hello and enter a lengthy conversation with each of them. Ariq on the other hand tried to keep his head down. He had been there before on in less than legal business for the Thieves Guild. The cat saw an affluently clad Nord walking down the street by the name of Olfrid Battle-Born, a contact of the Guild. Ariq put his head down and sighed in relief as the man passed without noticing him. Talis too, recognized at least one. He made eye contact with and old feeble woman the townsfolk called Olava. They shared a nod and moved on.

They finally forced Wilhelm along and reached the Bannered Mare. The wooden longhouse stood warm and inviting with the promise of rest or revelry. Before they could reach the door, it flew open. A burly, armored Nord woman came bursting out. It was the well-known local mercenary Uthgerd the Unbroken. In both hands, she grasped a floppy body. The woman wound up and threw the body down into the street.

"And stay out, pig!" Said Uthgerd.

The body was clothed in light, loose pants with armor, helmet, breastplate, greaves, and bracers as the standard armament for mercenaries. The dark skin typical of the desert Redguard people of Hammerfell and short, wiry dark hair covered the man who slurred back in drunken stupor, "Ah, c..'mon jusht a wittle peak?" Uthgerd's response was to nail him in the head with a bottle. Had there been no helmet, he would have been out for a week. Uthgerd slammed the door.

"Is that Cyrus?" Talis asked.

"Oh yeah, that's him," Wilhelm confirmed.

"Who's Cyrus?" asked Kenarthi and Tara together.

"Mercenary," Wilhelm stated, "He's been in and out of Skyrim in the past and even helped with Hjalmar and I for a while,"

"Why did he leave?" Ariq asked.

"He was bored with our jobs," Wilhelm shrugged.

The mercenary in question staggered to his feet. He lurched around until he faced the group and could make sense of what he was looking at. His glazed eyes brightened as he finally recognized who was there.

"Ermmy gerdsh! Filherlm, Hjarmar, Tarish! Herw are you!" Cyrus stumbled towards them.

Hjalmar walked up and smacked him across the face.

"Ow! Damn ert man!" Cyrus protested.

"Better now?" Hjalmar asked.

"Getting there," Cyrus put his and up, then he noticed the grey Khajiit, "Ariq! Is that you?"

"It's ah...Rahjin," Ariq said subtly confirming the Redguards suspicion.

Cyrus did not care for subtlety though, "Whatever Ariq, give me a hug you crazy cat," and he lumbered forward for an embrace, but Ariq merely sidestepped and Cyrus tripped forward flat on his face. This sobered him up enough to spout a stream of curses as he got to his feet.

"How are you, pasty friend?" Ariq asked playfully.

"I've got dark skin damn it!" Cyrus corrected, "I grew up in the desert,"

"I hope you didn't put Uthgerd in a bad mood," Wilhelm said, "I gotta see if there's any trouble in the Rift,"

"Ooo, are you all on an adventure?" Cyrus asked, "And who are these two? I didn't know you guys traveled with women,"

"Cyrus, Tara and Kenarthi; Tara and Kenarthi, Cyrus," Ariq introduced.

"Pleasure," Tara said reluctantly.

"Same" said Kenarthi echoed.

"Getting more cats in Skyrim by the minute," Cyrus pointed out, "Anyway, need and extra hand on your 'quest'?"

"Ask him," Wilhelm pointed to Ariq, "It's his idea,"

"Well?" Cyrus looked to Ariq.

"Will not pay you," Ariq pointed out.

"Eh, last job payed extra," Cyrus shrugged, "plus I'm bored,"

"Why not," Ariq shrugged, "grab your stuff,"

"Um..," Cyrus began, "My stuff is in there, can you get me back in?"

"Yeah, come on," Ariq rolled his eyes

They came into the well-lit inn. Citizens of Whiterun sat around the central fire that kept out the Skyrim chill. Only Cyrus seemed willing to drink at this hour of the day. Many of the city dwellers only sat for a warm breakfast. At the bar, Hulda, the inn's proprietor, argued with the armor clad Uthgerd, who had just thrown poor Cyrus out, about beating paying customers.

"He was harassing me," Uthgerd argued, "I have to defend my honor,"

"Then hit him on the head and sit him on a bench," Hulda said back, "don't throw him out!"

"Fine," said Uthgerd angrily. She looked over to see the Redguard reenter, "Seems I can't keep him out anyway," she then stormed back into her favored corner.

"Great, now she's angry," Wilhelm said walking up to the counter.

"Sure is," Hulda sighed, "What can I get you Wilhelm? haven't seen you in a while,"

"Oh, I've been around, and how about a hot breakfast for my friends here?" Wilhelm said motioning to the group.

"That's a tall order, Will," Hulda pointed out. "You got the gold?"

A man walked by on his way out. He tripped and fell onto Ariq. He said he was sorry, and Ariq just brushed him off. The man left the tavern feeling a little lighter, but he had no idea why.

"I should have the septims," Wilhelm said.

"Let This One chip in," Ariq said pulling out a pouch of gold.

"No that's Ok," Wilhelm insisted.

"This One insists," Ariq urged.

"Fine," Wilhelm conceded. Ariq smiled.

"Wait," Wilhelm hesitated. He knew Ariq didn't carry money on him often.

"Yes?" Hulda asked counting the gold.

"Oh, never mind," Wilhelm said, realizing his mistake.

Wilhelm moved over to the corner to talk to Uthgerd and Cyrus took the opportunity to go upstairs and gather his things. The rest took the newly available benches around the fire. Kenarthi eagerly began the conversation.

"So 'Rahjin," She began, "We have time now, can you tell us a bit about your Dawnguard days?"

"Help, Talis," Ariq pleaded.

"I'll fill in the gaps," Talis smiled.

"Fine," Ariq caved, "It is not as interesting as you think. This One had business in Riften and one evening an Orc asked if This One would help deal with the vampire menace. Rahjin almost did not join, but then two vampires revealed themselves and attacked. This One helped kill them and joined up. Wilhelm was already there by the time This One arrived. We had run into each other before, but got to know each other then. Together, he and This One delved into Dimhollow Crypt,"

There, we discovered an ancient vampire who did not look her age, but we let her live..,"

"Huh, some vampire hunter," Hjalmar said accusingly.

"Turned for the good since she told us the vampires were after elder scrolls to block out the sun..," Ariq said.

"You dealt with elder scrolls?" Tara said bewildered.

"Yes, three in fact, now stop interrupting. Serana, the vampire we found in Dimhollow, had one, but we could not read it. We had to rescue a moth priest from the vampires to read the scrolls..,"

"This One thinks you are leaving out details," Kenarthi added.

"Ariq is trying to tell a story. You want details, talk to Wilhelm," Ariq said, "Anyway, the moth priest finds we need two more scrolls. Wilhelm and Serana went in search of a scroll in Castle Volkihar and This One went to the College of Winterhold to look for information on the other, where Talis is. When This One brought up elder scrolls and the reason behind the interest, Talis decided to join us..,"

"Not entirely true," Talis interrupted, "I had heard of the Dawnguard before and was thinking of leaving the College to join, but when you showed up and said you were dealing with elder scrolls, I had to be a part of it,"

"Yes, you went down to Fort Dawnguard to join and This One went underground to look for the scroll..,"

"Yes, your first major disappearance," Talis put in.

"You disappeared in the middle of all that?" Hjalmar asked.

"That is a different story," Ariq answered, "Let Ariq finish this one. Anyway, after we got all the scrolls together, we went off to find Auriel's bow, the key to shutting out the sun. We found it in a long-lost snow elf chantry and it took This One, Wilhelm, Talis and Serana to make our way to the chantry and defeat the vampire who held the bow,"

Three listeners were about to interrupt, but Ariq gave them a look that made them hold their tongues.

"It all ended when we sieged Castle Volkihar and killed the head vampire and ended the vampire threat to Skyrim,"

"Well, you really are not a good storyteller," Kenarthi said.

"This One told you," Ariq said.

"He's useful in other ways," Wilhelm said rejoining the group.

"Well, how does the path ahead look?" Hjalmar asked.

"According to Uthgerd, pretty clear," Wilhelm said, "There may have been signs of a dragon in the area, but other than that it seems clear"

"I hope that dragon is still around," Cyrus said. His pack was slung over his back and in one hand he held a long ash spear with a mean steel tip.

"Ha, are you ever going to use a real weapon?" Hjalmar asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about. This is the greatest weapon in Tamriel," Cyrus said proudly.

"Are we all ready then?" Wilhelm asked.

They all answered a resounding yes.

"Off we go then," Ariq said. They packed up and moved out.

6. Through the Rift (Inspired by 'Watch the Skies' Skyrim soundtrack)

The two Nords, two Khajiit, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, and Redguard made their way on horseback, except for the guar mounted Talis, down the eastward road. The road led them around the roots of the largest mountain in both Skyrim and Tamriel, known as the Throat of the World. High on the slopes of the mountain laid High Hrothgar, home of the mysterious Greybeards. The Greybeards were masters of the Thu'um, the language of Dragons with the power to kill a man with a whisper. Wilhelm explained all this to Tara and Kenarthi in excruciating detail. They passed a tower ruin that bridged the gap over a swift running river.

"Bandits still operating out of here?" Ariq asked Talis since Wilhelm was caught up in his stories.

"Not anymore," Talis said, "Too many armed travelers going by now,"

"This One thought the war was over," Ariq said

"Giving mercenary groups, legion forces and the Thalmor free reign to travel," Talis explained.

"Ah," Ariq said, "There is almost no news of Skyrim elsewhere,"

"Elsewyr? You went home then?" Talis asked.

"Jone and Jode," Ariq face palmed, "You know what This One meant,"

"You sure?" Talis asked playfully.

"Shut up," Ariq shot back.

They continued through Skyrim. They left behind the rocky plains of Whiterun. As they skirted the Throat of the world, the land turned wooded and marshy toward the east where lay the old Dawnguard fort. Fortunately for them, the path led them closer to the autumnal forest than the dreary marshes. Just off the road giants lazily herding their woolly mammoths by their bonfires. There had been no calmer day in Skyrim. By late in the afternoon they were traveling up out of the moist Eastmarch and into the full colorful beauty of the Rift. Many memories of a time three years ago came flooding back. His face did not hide it.

"Feelin' alright cat?" Hjalmar asked.

"Something wrong?" Wilhelm sounded concerned.

"Just memories," Ariq answered.

"The guild has to know you're here," Talis asked, "I don't need to deal with those guys again,"

"Do not worry," Ariq said, "Delvin does not handle jobs personally,"

"He'll still know I'm here and I'm trying to get away from that," Talis said.

"Ooo, shall we learn more about Talis now?" Kenarthi trotted forward.

"That information is never coming to light again," Talis said strongly.

They continued quietly through the forest. The night came upon them and the two moons rose in the sky. They pitched camp and set the fire in an open part of forest. Mountains engulfed their entire eastern and southern vistas. Back west, the Throat of the World still stood tall, and north, they could see the Borealis again. Despite the beauty all around them, none were comfortable. Each felt uneasy, tense, and anxious.

"I don't like it here," Tara pointed out, "This is way too open,"

"I agree with the elf," Hjalmar added, "Something's not right,"

"Talis, can you detect anything?" Wilhelm asked.

Talis sat cross legged on ground before the fire. He breathed in deep as dull glow surrounded his lithe frame.

"What's he doing?" Kenarthi asked.

"Feeling around," Ariq said.

"I smell...fire," Talis said finally, "I hear… the beating of wings and a terrible voice!"

"Dragon!" Hjalmar said and hefted his hammer high in anticipation.

"You all have killed dragons before, right?" Tara asked, "No need to worry, right?"

"Yeah, we have," Wilhelm said with the biggest grin and beat his shield, "This shouldn't be difficult,"

"Wait," Talis said still in his trance, "This one's different...older, ...ah gods,"

"What?" Ariq asked loading Phoebe and loosed his sword.

"This ones gonna be tough," Talis said drawing the daggers he used to focus his combative magic. "This is an ancient dragon,"

"How do you know?" Kenarthi asked drawing the cutlass.

"Magic, duh," Talis answered.

"We're going to take his word on it?" Tara said doubtfully, but drew her shoulder blade axe.

"I'm the damn Archmage of the College of Winterhold, I know what I'm doing," Talis said defensively.

Out of the darkness came a roar. Ariq could almost feel the rush of wind caused by the beating of great wings. Ariq and Kenarthi, the only ones able to see in the dark, could make out the shape of the dragon flying fast overhead carried by enormous spiny wings. Spines like nasty spears ran along the beast's back. The two legs trailing behind were the size of tree trunks and a lengthy tail ending in a sharp point. Its long neck held a horned head just larger than a full-grown man. The others saw its shadow streak across the Borealis and the stars vanished behind its monstrous frame.

"Ah!" Hjalmar shouted in frustration, "I can't see him!"

"Get Down!" Ariq shouted.

They threw themselves to the ground as the dragon swooped low over their heads. It shrieked and fire leapt from its maw, nearly scorching the backs of the prostrate companions. The light from their small fire cast a miniscule sheen on the bronze scales of the old and powerful dragon. It roared again as it climbed back into the sky. The dragon sounded like it was laughing. Everyone got back on their feet before the dragon returned. It did not spew fire this time. It halted midair and a strong rush of wind almost knocked the group off their feet. The dragon shook the ground as it landed and they all staggered.

"Hmm, tiny little joore," it said in a deep and terrible voice, "and three little dovah killers,"

"Heard of us then have you?" Wilhelm said while he, Talis, and Ariq stepped forward.

"Your names cause fear in my lesser brethren," it sneered back, "But I shall put their minds aACK!" the dragon reared back and spat fire as a bolt hit him square between the eyes.

"Ariq!" Wilhelm said.
"What?" Ariq shrugged, "We do not have all day,"

The fight was on. The dragon spouted flames and advanced. Hjalmar, Tara and Kenarthi leaped out of its path. Wilhelm ducked behind his shield with Cyrus behind him. Talis cast a warding spell and Ariq hid behind him. When it was close enough, the beast swept its wing across, hitting Wilhelm's shield and knocking him back into Cyrus. Talis and Ariq were barely able to avoid the blow. Hjalmar and Tara launched their attacks from each flank. Kenarthi circled around to engage the dragon from the back. The beast reared onto its hind legs and propelled itself backward. Kenarthi was almost crushed but she ducked under it. She was, however now exposed to the dragon's maw with no shield for cover. Before the dragon could breathe fire at her, another bolt flew over the pale cat's shoulder and into the dragon's nostril. The dovah screeched in pain and Kenarthi took the opportunity to escape.

They regrouped. Wilhelm and Talis again handled the front and held against the dragon's fire. Ariq and Cyrus made their way under the beast to attack its belly with sword and spear. Kenarthi and Tara went for one flank and Hjalmar went for the other. The dragon kept moving and twirling, lashing out with everything it had. The beast quickly tried to take to the sky again. Ariq shot a bolt at one wing and Talis threw an ice spike at the other and brought the beast back down. It nearly buried itself as it landed.

This provided the opening they needed. Hjalmar hefted his hammer and brought it down with all his might onto the dragon's wing and cracked it in two, true to his name. The beast shrieked in pain tried to get up. Ariq slashed at the dragon's hind leg and rendered it useless while Kenarthi eviscerated the leathery wing skin. All the while the dragon raised its head in pain, giving Cyrus the opportunity to run his spear through the dragon's chest. Still the dragon screamed so Tara buried her axe in the back of its neck. The beast gurgled as it choked on its own blood. Talis also sunk his daggers into its neck. Then it gurgled its last words, "Not by joore!" Wilhelm then ran his sword into the dovah's head to the hilt and held it there until it lay still.

"HA HA stay down, bitch!" Cyrus slammed the butt of his spear into the corpse.

"Is it dead?" Kenarthi asked.

"For now," Talis answered, "We can't permanently kill one of these,"

"It'll come back?" Tara asked concerned.

"I think there's a spell to raise them but only Alduin, the first dragon, knew how to really bring his kind back," Talis informed, "But even then, he could only do that if the Dragonborn hadn't eaten the dragon's soul,"

"Nobody here is Dragonborn?" Kenarthi asked.

"Flattering, but no," Wilhelm said, "The only Dragonborn we know of is Harald and he isn't around right now,"

"But this thing will not get up in the middle of the night, right?" Kenarthi said cautiously.

"Not a chance," Cyrus answered confidently.

Indeed, the dragon stayed dead as a stone and they all slept soundly. In the morning, they carried on towards the mountains. Peace and quiet eluded the three dragon slayers as Tara, Kenarthi and Cyrus had many questions after the events of the night before.

"Ariq, I didn't know you've killed dragons," Cyrus said.

"Yes, This One has killed three in his time, but mainly avoids them," Ariq told.

"Cyrus, you were in Skyrim," Tara pointed out, "Why haven't you killed any dragons?"

"I didn't come to Skyrim until after a lot of them were dead," Cyrus answered, "I guess they were all focused on Harald by that point,"

"The Dragonborn?" Kenarthi asked.

"Yes," Cyrus clarified, "I think the only kill count close to his is Wilhelm's six,"

"Six dragons?" Tara asked looking impressed.

"Yes, it's true," Will answered, puffing out his chest.

"All by yourself?" Kenarthi asked credulous.

"No, he didn't," Talis cut in, "I helped kill at least two of them and downed three myself,"

"Hey, none of the dragons just showed up on my doorstep," Wilhelm said playfully punching Talis on the arm.

"So, did Ariq, kill all three on his own or did he have help as well?" Kenarthi asked with a smile.

"This One 'convinced' a fort of bandits to help him once," Ariq said with a smirk.

"Sneaky kitty," Tara shook her head, "What's up with Hjalmar?"

"Oh, he's just sore because he hasn't killed a dragon himself," Talis said in a quiet voice. Hjalmar still heard and gave him a dirty look.

"Ah, here we are," Wilhelm interrupted before things could get worse. They had arrived at a small cave near the base of the mountain range marked by two torches and a sunburst insignia carved just above the entrance. They dismounted to fit through the low opening of the cave. The horses were skittish in the dark and were a handful to pull through the cave. Derp the guar, however, did not express any concern at all and continued lazily after his Dark Elf master. The entrance to Dayspring Canyon where Fort Dawnguard lay was not long off. As soon as they had entered they could faintly see light streaming in from the other side. They left the cave and were greeted by a gorgeous, strange mix of the autumnal beauty of the Rift and pure snows from the high mountains. The trees stood tall with vibrant hues of red and orange covering coarse undergrowth while the slopes of the mountains reaching down into the canyon were covered in pure white snow. A small, pristine fish pond fed by the melting snow of the looming mountain sat serenely to their right.

The outward tower of Fort Dawnguard was visible immediately. Ariq, Wilhelm and Talis felt at home immediately in the home of their vampire hunting compatriots. The others were taken aback by the fort's contrast to the rest of Skyrim. The smooth stoned, well kept, and rounded Fort Dawnguard stood apart from the rest of Skyrim's crumbling, square bastions. Up the path they reached a low wooden palisade, where the entire vampire hunting Dawnguard greeted them with leveled crossbows.

"Check 'em!" roared a voice from the back. A bald, bearded Redguard stepped forward. His face was stuck in a perpetual scowl as he had never smiled in his life. He wore the lamellar leather armor of the Dawnguard and a runed war hammer decorated his back. "Don't need any vampires inspecting the fort now,"

"C'mon Isran, it's us," Wilhelm said, although he was acutely aware of the man's paranoid tendencies.

"Can't be too careful," Isran stated, "And I still don't trust that one," he pointed at Talis.

"I've been clean for years and you still don't like me?" Talis protested.

A bright burst of light flashed, blinding them all but harming no one.

"They're clean," said a gruff Orc to Isran's side.

"Come on in friends," Isran lifted the edge of his mouth in a poor semblance of a smile.

"Always a pleasure," Wilhelm said shaking his hand.

"Good to see you again, Wilhelm," Isran returned with the small amount of happiness he was capable of, "and our crossbow master Ariq," Ariq nodded, but Talis remained still.

"Hello Isran," Ariq said.

"That's my little scavenger," said a shorter, light haired Breton woman.

"Jorine, my friend," Ariq allowed a hug.

"Talis, how nice of you to show," said a dark-haired Imperial man, "Arkay said you would, didn't believe him but here you are,"

"Hello my favorite madman," Talis smiled and shook his hand, "still talking to your imaginary friend, Florentius?"

"Don't forget you forge master," A big bearded Nord came forward.

"Gunmar! Good to see you," Wilhelm embraced the burly man.

"I feel so out of the loop," Cyrus said hopelessly.

"Ariq seems to have left out some details in his story," Kenarthi noted.

"Oh, I'm sure he did. He's not good at storytelling," Jorine laughed.

"Well, here are the vampire hunters who saved the day," Ariq said.

"Ha, don't oversell us," Gunmar laughed.

"We did do most of the work" Wilhelm said.

"He has a point," Talis added.

"Why are you here?" Isran interrupted, "On the trail of a vampire? But there are seven of you, is it powerful?"

"Calm down Isran we're just passing through," Wilhelm said, "We need to get to Morrowind,"

"So, you want to use my new pass?" Isran asked, "I'm not overly excited about showing it to a former vampire,"

"Get over it already," Talis said annoyed, "Does Serana even know about it?"

"She is visiting her mother at Volkihar," Isran answered unhappily.

"Valerica still lives here?" Wilhelm asked.

"Yes," Isran answered flatly.

"Serana's clean! There's no problem," Talis put in.

"Her mother is still infected," Isran said, "She could go back at any time,"

"We did not come to argue," Ariq said before things got worse.

"Yes, it was nice to say hi, but we need to be on our way," Wilhelm said, "Ariq tells us his find is very important,"

"Ooo, you've made a discovery? Does it have to do with the dwarves?" Jorine asked a little overly curious.

"No," Ariq lied.

"Well what is it then?" Jorine insisted.

"He won't even tell us," Wilhelm added.

"Look, we must get there," Ariq said.

"Yeah, let's get going," Hjalmar said.

They all went through the fortress. They passed through a large open rotunda in the front, horses and guar in tow. It was difficult to fight the horses to the back of the fort that rested against the mountainside. There lay a recently opened hole in the mountain wall. It was large enough for the mounts to stand up and for three of them to walk across shoulder to shoulder. No natural light could be seen but meticulously placed torches lit the way.

"This is where we're going?" Hjalmar asked, hesitance in his voice.

"Not a tunnel fan?" Tara poked.

"Something about small spaces disturbs me," Hjalmar said in an almost steady voice.

"Don't worry, the tunnel isn't as long as it looks," Wilhelm said encouragingly.

"Arkay says you'll be fine," Florentius added.

"Thanks," Hjalmar swallowed.

"If you find any Dwemer artifacts let me know!" Jorine said excitedly.

"No promises," Ariq joked and was playfully punched in the arm.

"Alright let's go," Wilhelm said.

The Dawnguard waved goodbye.

7. The Discovery (Inspired by "Morrowind" from the Morrowind soundtrack)

Wilhelm was right. The tunnel was shorter than it looked. The darkness inspired silence in the groups, but Ariq and Kenarthi occasionally complained how the torch hurt their eyes in the dim light. In a short while, they spotted daylight. They all winced at the brightness as they emerged into the daylight, especially the Khajiit. They were deep in the mountains and the roots left only enough space to travel single file between them. Their view was obscured in every direction except up. A single gray flake fluttered down from above and brushed against Hjalmar's cheek.

"Strange snow you have here," He remarked as he brushed it off.

"That's ash, Hjalmar. Don't know the difference?" Talis said.

"I hope elves know hammers!" Hjalmar threatened.

"Stand down. I know you know axes," Tara added as she hefted hers over her shoulder.

"Take it easy, you two," Kenarthi ordered.

"Yeah, don't make me come back there," Wilhelm said, "But really Hjalmar? You've never seen ash before?"

"Only the small campfire stuff," Hjalmar said rubbing his beard.

"Not widely traveled then?" Kenarthi said.

"Never had a reason to leave Skyrim before," Hjalmar shrugged.

"Don't worry my friend, none of us think less of you," Wilhelm said and glared at Talis.

Hjalmar grumbled but did relax.

He ground trembled beneath their feet.

"Ash Mountain is active again," Talis remarked.

"Hope there is no lava," Ariq said, "It will make things difficult,"

"We are going to a volcano?" Kenarthi asked incredulous.

"You didn't tell us we were going to Ash Mountain," Wilhelm said excitedly.

"How did the Dwemer build under an active volcano?" Tara asked.

"The finer details of the Dwemer Empire are Talis' specialty," Ariq said, "This One just finds their treasures,"

"And what treasures are those?" Tara asked insistently.

"Yeah let's hear it!" Cyrus added.

"This One will not say until we get there," Ariq chuckled.

"Getting information outta him's like juicing a turnip. Just wait until we get there," Wilhelm told Tara.

Tara grumbled. They lead their mounts on foot through the winding narrow valley. As they emerged from the pass, snowcapped mountains gave ways to jagged spires of rock that decorated the Morrowind side of the Jerall Mountains. The terrain opened on all sides to reveal a clear view of the ashen landscape. Heavy sheets of ash floated through the air dimming the afternoon sun.

"Not quite the clear sky of Skyrim, eh," Hjalmar remarked.

"Or the forests of Valenwood," Tara put in

"Well Talis, where are we?" Wilhelm asked.

"You know I haven't been here in years, right?" Talis pointed out.

"And you remember nothing?" Hjalmar poked,

"Shut up," Talis said sharply.

"Is that the volcano we are going to?" Kenarthi asked pointing.

Far down the slopes in front of them was a broad channel that separated the Morrowind mainland from the island of Vvardenfell. Ariq followed Kenarthi's finger down the channel and across until he eyes a peak that rose higher than all the others along the skyline. The slopes of the volcano ran from peak to the water and spanned the entirety of the land across from them. That volcanic summit furiously burned red and orange against the sky as it spewed lava and ash clouds into the air. Ash fell like snow from the angry volcanic peak.

"That is Red Mountain," Ariq pointed out, "Ash Mountain is a day or two south,"

"Alright, south it is," Wilhelm said enthusiastically.

"There might be a problem," Tara said alarmed.

A warship sailed down the center of the channel. This was far larger than the one that ambushed the Prowler. The wake from the ship alone could swallow Kenathi's ship. Its figurehead was a golden eagle and a golden banner of the Aldmeri Dominion fluttered atop the highest mast.

"Damn you weren't kidding. They were right behind you," Wilhelm said.

"Get down, idiot!" Ariq said intensely.

"Can they even see us from up here?" Cyrus asked doubtful.

"Maybe!" Ariq said insistently.

"Calm down," Talis said,

"We need to go that way," Ariq pointed out, "They must not see us too soon,"

"Would it matter? We can crush them easy," Hjalmar said dismissively.

"You see the size of that ship?" Ariq said, "That is a carrying a full battalion."

"Do you think they know where we are going?" Kenarthi asked.

"Gibby would not know Dwarfish runes," Ariq said.

"And if he did?" Kenarthi asked.

"They will get there before we will," Ariq said.

"Then let's get a move on," Wilhelm insisted.

"They will see us," Ariq said

"So? I'm with Hjalmar. We can handle it," Wilhelm said confidently.

"These will be the elite guard," Ariq said annoyed, "They think we are looking for something powerful,"

"Do they know what it is? Unlike us?" Tara asked.

"No," Ariq told.

"Then how do you know it?" Tara asked.

Ariq shut his mouth and shook his head.

"You are the most obnoxious cat in Tamriel!" Tara said angrily, "My marines died for this and you won't say what it is!"

"If you knew and got captured then they would know what it is!" Ariq shot back with equal ferocity, "And This One is keeping this secret out of their hands!"

"So you get to fight, but I don't," Hjalmar said sarcastically.

"Shh don't interrupt," Cyrus said.

The two stopped and breathed heavily. Tara fell back into depression. There is no more piteous sight than a short Wood Elf with big green puppy eyes. Guilt weighed heavily again on Ariq and Kenarthi's scolding looks did not help.

"You would not believe This One if he told you," Ariq said with a sigh.

Tara lifted a corner of her mouth for a second, and finally said, "I'll hold you to that,"

"Ahem, should we wait 'til dark to move on?" Talis put out.

"Yes, Ariq and Kenarthi shall lead the way," Ariq said.

"You know I can cast a spell that allows me to see in the dark, too?" Talis pointed out.

"Fine, you can help," Ariq smiled.

They hunkered down until the sun went down and the erupting peak of Red Mountain was the only light remaining. The ship kept on down the channel and was almost out of eyesight when the two moons rose. Once the darkness of night fully set in over the land they headed out. Ariq, Kenarthi, and Talis took point to navigate over the rocky terrain. Wilhelm, Cyrus and Hjalmar walked behind catching up on Cyrus's activities and swapping stories. Tara dragged behind and listened, occasionally adding a tidbit or two to the conversation. Talis walked ahead and the two Khajiit worked to keep him and the other four in sight.

"First time to Morrowind?" Kenarthi asked Ariq.

"Down here yes," Ariq answered, "but This One has visited Solstheim before,"

"Some strange goings on there, yes?" Kenarthi asked curiously.

"Happened before Ariq got there," Ariq said, "Why are you always so curious? And who gives you this information?"

"Kenarthi is a sea captain," Kenarthi said, "Sailors always tell tales in port,"

"This One never saw a Khajiiti ship in Skyrim," Ariq pointed out.

"They were short stops. Deliveries you know," Kenarthi said a little hesitantly.

"Of the less legal kind?" Ariq asked.

"Never! What do you take This One for?" Kenarthi was clearly offended, "Kenarthi runs a tight ship and carries merchant goods,"

"Work with the East Empire Company?" Ariq asked.

"Mostly yes but with the freedom of a privateer," Kenarthi said.

"And you work for free to transport fugitives?" Ariq poked.

"Favor for a friend," Kenarthi snickered.

"Hey, come have a look," Talis said as quietly as he could to get their attention.

The elves and Khajiit moved quietly while the humans could only slightly reduce the clanging of their armor and heavy steps. Looking over a small ridge they saw the Dominion ship anchored near the shoreline. On the beach, three campfires illuminated the camps of the elite Thalmor troops.

"We can go past them, yes?" Kenarthi advised.

"You can't pass up an opportunity like this," Talis insisted.

"I agree," Wilhelm said anxiously tapping his sword.

"Finally I can bash some elves," Hjalmar smiled, "No offense you two" he nodded to Talis and Tara.

"Not this time," Ariq said.

"Aw come on," Wilhelm whined.

"Talis, this is you and Ariq," Ariq said.

"Alright," Talis said merrily drawing his daggers, "Been a while since I've done this,"

"Wait, what about me?" Tara protested.

"Or me?" Cyrus joined.

"Can't I use a hammer?" Hjalmar offered.

"No, this must be done quietly," Ariq insisted, "We do not want to alert them,"

"They won't know what hit them," Talis smiled.

"No kills," Ariq said definitively.

"What? Are you serious?" Talis said disappointed.

"We just need to slow them down," Ariq said, "Burn their supplies,"

"Got the burning," Talis said, "But no killing?"

"No killing unless necessary," Ariq insisted. "This One will punch a hole in the ship,"

"After you, sera" Talis said.

With that Ariq disappeared. He did not slip quietly into the darkness, but instantaneously disappeared. Talis could not match Ariq, but melted into the shadows. The others looked on in silent anticipation. Wilhelm was especially bothered he could not see what the two were doing. Ariq crept along the rocks careful not to displace any that might give away his position. The moons cast a dull gleam, but not enough to give the Khajiit a shadow. He skirted the camps easily and made his way to the water. It was a short swim to the Aldmeri vessel. There was a slosh as he slid into the channel waters, and he looked up at the camps and saw a single sentry wander over towards the channel. Ariq patiently waited waist high in water for him to pass. The sentry lingered for a few minutes and Ariq held his breath. Eventually the sentry turned about and walked away.

Ariq swam slowly for the ship. He took a quick glance back. He counted three fires but four smokestacks. Talis was ahead of him and the Khajiit had to hurry. When he finally touched the wood of the vessel, two High Elf sentries loitered by the side. Silently, Ariq climbed up the side. His dripping equipment made minute splashes in the water. One of the sentries peeked over the side. Ariq hung there motionless. Seeing nothing, the elf shrugged and returned to his duties. Ariq slipped over the side. The lanterns created a shadow of his otherwise invisible frame. He moved down into the belly of the ship as fast as lightning. Arriving at the lowest level, Ariq looked around for anything to punch a hole in the hull. Miraculously, Ariq found a wood auger among a few other special knives and clamps that he did not want to guess the purpose of. Smiling, Ariq set to drilling. He finally poked through and the tiniest spout of water sprung from the bottom. He left as quickly as he could. He knew the water would do the rest of the work.

On the deck, he saw Talis had done his part. Wild fires roared out of control on the shore. The ship sentries were so captivated by the show on land Ariq dropped heavily into the water and they did not notice. He had to be careful to avoid rogue flames, but Ariq had no trouble making his way back. Everyone else was too busy keeping the fire under control he could have walked through the camp without being invisible. Behind him there was a resounding crack and the ship lurched to the side. In no time, he was back up with the group. Ariq's unsuspecting companions jumped out of their skins when he appeared again among them.

"Dibella's backside, man! Don't sneak up on us like that," Cyrus said.

"Do not do that!" Kenarthi squeaked.

"He do this a lot?" Tara asked, taking her hand off her heart.

"Oh yeah," Wilhelm confirmed.

Not even a minute later Talis formed out of the shadows.

"Seems a stray ember set their necessities on fire, and some termite had a bit too much to eat," the Dark Elf said morbidly happy.

"No deaths?" Ariq asked.

"Maybe one, but it wasn't my fault," Talis argued, "Anyway, they won't follow us very easily. Especially with the ship in that condition,"

"Good," Ariq said, "Off we go,"

After travelling the remainder of the night, they could see the volcano Ash Mountain silhouetted against the rising sun. They all felt fatigued as the sun took its place in the sky. Travelling through the night took its toll. They traversed the bleak landscape dotted with trees, tree sized fungus and small Dunmer hamlets or, in other words, a surprising amount of life for a country centered around a volcano.

"What are we looking for exactly?" Wilhelm asked.

"A door," Ariq said unfazed.

"No kidding," Wilhelm shook his head.

"No we are looking for a glowing rock?" Ariq teased.

"That's a possibility you know," Talis said.

They moved at a swift pace through open pastures. Talis fought Derp hard to keep him from stopping to graze on the sparse grasses. As they neared the volcano, the presence of life faded. Not even the heat resistant Dunmer could stand to be too near to the volcano, not to mention houses do not stand up well to lava. As the sun went down they came to the base of Ash Mountain. The ancient volcano was dwarfed by Red Mountain across the channel, but it was still impressive. A stray lava flow streamed down the side and fed into lava pools though some old ruins dedicated to an old Daedric cult. Almost all visible paths to the peak or around the mountain were blocked by the lava pools and rockslides.

"Alright, where's our door?" Wilhelm asked.

"Seaside," Ariq responded.

"Can we get around there?" Tara asked noting the lava flows.

"Should be no problem," Ariq said confidently.

Indeed, he was right. There was an open path that ran parallel to the shoreline. The sun was half below the horizon as they reached the place where the root met the water. At points, they waded through the water to cool themselves and their mounts. One of the lava flows lit their way.

"Alright, now, where is it?" Hjalmar asked impatiently.

Ariq looked and pointed, "There,"

After a closer look, they all saw the slim path leading to a seam in the rock. As they approached they could make out the precise geometric carvings typical of a Dwemer entrance.

"This One does not like the look of this," Kenarthi said cautiously.

"Scaredy cat," Cyrus said.

The horses refused to go down into the tunnel, and no one was willing to fight them in. There was nowhere to keep them so they had to backtrack to tie them up except for Derp. The odd guar followed without a worry in the world.

With weapons at the ready they descended. Dwemer ruins were dangerous after all. There was no sign of the Falmer monsters that had harassed Ariq and Tara, in Hammerfell or of the typical automatons that still roamed around. At last they arrived at a large portal guarded by gigantic brass doors and they only got bigger and bigger as they approached. For a volcano, it was quite cool by the door. To the side sat a pedestal with an indentation perfect for a sphere. Unlike most doors that stood in their way, there was no lock.

"Great, you can't pick this lock," Talis said, "This requires a spherical tonal resonator,"

"Like the one Ariq used in Skyrim," Ariq said producing the said item from his bag.

"That's impressive. You still have it," Talis said.

"Not as impressive as what your about to see," Ariq pointed out.

"Finally, we get to know!" Tara said anxiously.

"Yes, Finally," Kenarthi added.

"Get on with it," Hjalmar said impatiently.

Ariq inserted the resonator and the door gave way with many clicks and whirrs. The mechanisms of the door itself were impressive, but what they saw next blew them all away.

"Mother of Moons!" said Kenarthi

"Shor's Bones," said Wilhelm and Hjalmar together

"Nerevar's Spirit!" said Talis

"Y'ffre!" said Tara

"Tu'Wacca!" said Cyrus.

"Let Ariq present…" Ariq proudly, "The Aurora,"

8. The Aurora

The massive doors opened into a cavernous volcanic chamber. Two bright pillars of lava flowed on either side of the chamber and illuminated almost the entire space. The floor was decorated with precisely laid stone tiles and two symmetrical canals diverted the lava from the flows to the extremes of the chamber. Geometrically Carved pillars held up the rocky overhangs on the edges of the chamber. Stone desks and chairs littered the floor. In the very center was a raised dais. Perched atop a metal frame work was Ariq's prize, but unlike anything they had seen before. 'Ship' was the best word to describe it. The hull was all metal, but instead of the usual bronze gilded metal of the usual Dwemer style, the hull was painted blue with silver trim. On the upper starboard bow were crisp Dwemer runes painted silver. Propellers stuck out of either side and a single pipe poked out of the stern of the ship. This was a steam contraption to be sure. The aft cabin stood higher than most ships of its size, and the rigging on the ship was upside down.

Along with this reversed rigging, the four corners of the ship sported metal poles and in the center, stood a thin metal mast with ladder rungs going up the back. Everything held up an apparatus that none had seen before. It was a sizeable elongated sphere of thin metal about as long and wide as the vessel below. The apparatus was smooth, with no dents, divots or holes tarnished the surface except for two flat metal struts ran in a parallel swirl pattern around the smooth balloon. There was not even a speck of rust.

"That..," Tara stumbled, "Is that the thing?"

"This. Is. Fantastic!" Talis said wide eyed.

"What is this?" Hjalmar said confused.

"A ship," Kenarthi said and chuckled, "This One should know. She is a sailor,"

"But what's that thing on top?" asked Wilhelm.

"Who cares!" Cyrus said, "You know how much gold we can make on this!"

"Yes, sure. Let us sell this unique artifact," Ariq said sarcastically.

"How did you find this place?" Talis asked amazed.

"Delving for treasure" Ariq shrugged, "How else?"

"You said that no one knew the word for this," Talis pointed out.

"Ariq found it repeatedly and followed the trail," Ariq answered.

"A real bloodhound, eh?" Wilhelm joked.

"That is not a funny joke," Kenarthi said.

"It was pretty funny," Cyrus chuckled. The others joined in, even Ariq.

"Alright," Kenarthi sighed.

"Anyway why did you assemble this crew?" Talis asked, "Maybe me, but I'm not a Dwemer expert,"

"Ah, yes. Well..," Ariq said rubbing his neck.

"You don't know any Dwemer experts, do you?" Talis said.

"Not entirely true," Ariq protested, "This One knows a Neramo who is an expert,"

"Then where is he?" Talis asked.

"Working for the Thalmor," Ariq murmured.

"I thought you hated those guys," Cyrus pointed out.

"How do you know a Thalmor agent?" Hjalmar asked suspiciously.

"What have you been up to the past three years," Wilhelm said sensing an opportunity to gain information.

"We should move," Ariq said quickly. He walked before anyone could say anything else. Behind him Ariq heard Talis say "Eh, you tried."

They climbed up to the platform around the ship and dropped their baggage. The tables and workbenches were still littered with drawings and schematics for the strange ship cradled in its metal scaffold. Ariq tried to take a closer look, but the paper started to crumble in his hands. How long has this been here? Ariq thought Is the ship safe? They circled it cautiously before daring to set foot on it.

"This is very strange," Talis noted, "Why would they leave this magnificent project behind?"

"Do not know," Ariq said, "But Ariq is glad it is here,"

"You didn't know if this would be here?" Tara asked.

"Ariq was confident," Ariq answered.

"Well I'm glad it all worked out," Wilhelm said.

Clang Clang, Hjalmar tapped the side of the vessel with his hammer and the ringing reverberated throughout the chamber.

"All metal," Hjalmar confirmed.

"How can a metal vessel float?" Kenarthi asked, "Especially with that thing on top,"

"Not on water," Ariq answered.

Wilhelm and Talis had moved over to look at one of the schematics.

"It's meant to...fly?" Wilhelm said incredulous.

"That's Fantastic!" Talis and Cyrus said excitedly.

"You read that?" Tara asked.

"No there's pictures," Wilhelm said.

"How can a metal ship fly with a giant egg on top?" Hjalmar asked.

"That is what Talis is here for," Ariq said.

"Well, I guess I need to see the inside as well," Talis said.

When they built up the courage to board the vessel, wary of the Dwarves' proclivity for traps, the squeak of the ancient gangplank made them uneasy. All seven of them filed one after the other onto the vessel. While much of the structure was metal, the deck was made of wood. It creaked with every step they took.

"How could this wood last untreated for centuries without rotting of burning in a volcano?" Tara asked, knowing plenty about wood since she grew up in a forest.

Hjalmar got down and sniffed the deck. "It's treated," He pointed out, "There's some kind of lacquer on there,"

"How do you know that?" Tara asked.

"I build houses as well as fight," Hjalmar said.

"The man knows his wood," Cyrus added with a smile.

"Shut up, Cyrus," Wilhelm cuffed him upside the head.

"Come on, let's check out below decks," Ariq urged.

There was no hatch leading below, so they turned towards the cabin at the stern. While most ships had a low room for the captain to sleep in, this ship's aft cabin was high enough that even the large Hjalmar to have ample head room. The inside was a dining room. A long table sat on the right-hand side of the room. Ten chairs were set around the table and on the back wall sat a pantry and counter for preparing food. On the left-hand side of the room was a narrow staircase that led to the second deck.

"Huh, make the crew lumber upstairs for breakfast," Kenarthi said, "That would wake them up better,"

"Problem with your crew?" Ariq asked.

"From time to time and especially without the moon sugar," She answered.

"Oh what a joyous memory," Tara said.

"Ha ha, I've seen Ariq without sugar, I can't imagine a whole ship of sugarless cats," Wilhelm laughed and Cyrus joined in.

"That is not funny," Ariq crossed his arms. Kenarthi nodded in agreement.

They all very slowly stopped laughing and made their way down the stairs. The second deck of the ship appeared to be the living quarters. While the ceiling was a bit low, the belling of the ship provided plenty of room from left to right. Thin partitions divided ten rooms with curtains covering the fronts. Five rooms stood on each side of the ship. Upon further Inspection, the group found the rooms to be each filled with a bed and a trunk. Fur blankets covered the wooden frames but no pillows were there. Each trunk was empty.

"Looks like they were just about ready to test this thing," Wilhelm said.

"Test? They put in beds and everything. They were ready to put it to use," Talis said.

"We know it works then," Ariq said rubbing his furry hands together.

"Oh I was hoping you'd say that!" Cyrus said excitedly.

"But we don't know how to work this thing!" Tara warned.

"Please This One can operate a ship," said Kenarthi.

"But one that flies?" Tara asked.

"Hey, what's this?" Hjalmar called from the back.

They joined him and saw one more feature of the second deck. It took up almost the entire space below the dining space above leaving only space for the narrow staircase on the side. It was a room this time guarded by a solid wall and door. Hjalmar pushed open the door. Inside was a large complex metal structure.

"This. Is. Fantastic!" Talis said suddenly and rushed into the room, "A real, undamaged dwarven steam engine!"

"A what now?" Hjalmar asked.

"A steam engine," Talis repeated, "That ball on top must make the ship go up, and this must make the ship go forward,"

"Explains the propellers," Ariq said

"But how does it work?" asked Wilhelm

"Quite simple," Talis began, "Water goes in this door here on the middle of the engine and some flammable material goes here in this bottom door to fuel a fire. The fire boils the water, which turns a fan covered cylindrical water wheel under this panel above the water tank which then turns a series of gears all the way down to the propellers which will turn and propel us forward in the air! And this shaft going up to the ceiling and forward must lead to a topside control panel,"

"I understood absolutely nothing," Cyrus said.

"You said it," Hjalmar added.

"I prefer magic to mechanics," Tara said and Wilhelm nodded in agreement.

"Interesting," Ariq said, "But dwarven constructs emit steam, but are too small to have one,"

"Jone and Jode, this is giving Kenarthi a headache," Kenarthi said rubbing her temples.

"This apparatus is replaced by a soul gem in the smaller animuncali," Talis informed, "The steam we see coming of them is actually them overheating the air around them,"

"Makes sense," Ariq said.

"If you say so," Cyrus said.

"Those pesky dwarves, always making complicated machinery," Tara said shaking her head.

"What does that button do?" Kenarthi said. She pointed to a button on the wall near the stairs

"Let us find out," Ariq said moving to push it.

"Wait!" the others shouted almost all at once, but Ariq was already in motion and smashed the big red button. The floor between the rooms spit and slid open to either side. Before, the floor had been seamless, and now a long space opened leaving a narrow space to walk on either side. They all breathed a sigh of relief that the button had not set off a deadly trap. Kenarthi stepped forward to investigate.

"Most definitely a cargo hold," She told.

"You sure?" Talis questioned.

"You may know dwarven machines, but Kenarthi knows ships," Kenarthi said confidently.

"Thanks for joining, then," said Ariq.

"You are welcome," Kenarthi bowed.

"Come on, let's go topside where it isn't so complex," Hjalmar said.

"Ah yes, must inspect that apparatus on top of the ship," said Talis.

"Never mind," said Hjalmar dejectedly.

They rushed back to the deck and Ariq, Talis, Wilhelm and Kenarthi investigated the helm above the cabin. Cyrus, Hjalmar and Tara, felt lost and meandered about on deck. They entertained themselves by musically banging the railings. The ones at the helm tuned them out.

"Simple wheel as usual," Kenarthi remarked, "But what is this lever to the side?"

"Well, if the wheel makes us go left and right, the lever must make the ship go up and down," Wilhelm said.

"Very good, Wilhelm," Talis said with an edge of sarcasm.

"Hey, I know a few things," Wilhelm protested.

"You have your moments," Ariq added. Wilhelm rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Come Ariq, let's check out whatever that is above us," Talis said, "No offense to our ship master and closet scholar, but you do not have the extensive experience with Dwemer machines," he added.

"It all right, we'll just investigate the rest of the cave," Wilhelm said, "Come on, Kenarthi," With slight hesitation, Kenarthi followed. All besides Ariq and Talis disembarked and spread out in the chamber. The two still on board made the climb up rungs running up a center mast. It was not a great height, but enough hurt if one fell. At the top of the ladder was a hatch just big enough for even Hjalmar's broad shoulders to fit through and they easily climbed inside.

"Whoa," Talis marveled.

"Indeed," Ariq confirmed.

Talis cast a ball of light and illuminated the entire cavernous space. They had plenty of room to stand up, and the length of the ship's deck to lie down. The space inside the balloon was largely empty. Six glass cylinders sat in clamps on either side of the space.

"What are they?" Ariq asked.

"I don't know," Talis answered, "I wonder why there's nothing else up here,"

"Ariq supposes we must look at those schematics when we get back down," said Ariq.

"No kidding," Talis stated.

"Careful, the paper is falling apart," Ariq cautioned.

They could make out Hjalmar and Cyrus exploring the side of the room that appeared to have a few chests that might contain useful, or profitable, artifacts. Wilhelm, Tara and Kenarthi were on the opposite side where lay a wall of bronze so polished, it reflected like a mirror. Ariq and Talis disembarked and began to scan the surrounding worktables for anything useful.

"Damn, these all seem to be structural designs," Talis after searching for a bit.

"Wait, here...no for the steam engine," Ariq said.

"Where else would they put plans for something like that," Talis asked.

Ariq scanned the cavern. On the wall, farthest from the door, just to the side of a lava flow, he could barely make out a set of stairs that lead to a section cut into the volcanic wall and sectioned off by metal bars.

"There," Ariq pointed.

"I wish I had your cat's eyes sometimes," Talis said.

"'tis a gift" Ariq teased.

Wilhelm suddenly came running up, "Ariq! Talis! Come quick!" he said. "Something's going on!"

"What is it?" Talis asked.

"Just come on!" Wilhelm urged.

They jogged across the room to the polished wall. Cyrus and Hjalmar were already there with Tara and Kenarthi all staring at the smooth surface. Nothing happened, but they kept their eyes glued to the spot.

"Sooo, what is it?" Talis asked.

"Hold on it was happening a minute ago," Wilhelm said confidently.

Nothing happened.

"What happened?" Ariq asked Kenarthi.

"Wilhelm believes he saw something on the wall," Kenarthi said, clearly not believing it.

"I saw someone on the wall!" Wilhelm insisted,

Nothing happened.

"Are you alright?" Cyrus asked.

"I'm fine, I'm telling you I saw something!" Wilhelm said frustrated.

"Look we were all here and we didn't see anything," Tara said.

"I'm not crazy!" Wilhelm said.

Nothing happened.

"Alright fine maybe I am crazy," Wilhelm said at last.

"It's alright friend let's get your mead flask and you'll feel all better," Talis said soothingly. The all turned away to return to the worktables where they left their bags.

The Wall lit up

"Hello? Someone actually there?" it said.

They all froze in their tracks.

9. Girl on the Wall

Everyone wheeled around with drawn weapons. Ariq almost let loose a bolt from Phoebe, but stopped when he saw the amazing sight before his eyes. The wall that just a minute before had been nothing but a smooth bronze surface now held an image of a girl from her face down to her shoulders. This was no beastly girl either but a curious humanoid visage. A small nose separated two enormous eyes at least twice the size they should have been. Her pupils swallowed almost all the iris portion of the eyes leaving only a thin circle of brown to accent the blackness. She looked elvish and the sharp corners to her ears protruded out through her long dark hair. Her skin was translucently pale as if it had never seen the sun. She tilted her head to the side as she spoke again.

"Could this be real?" She seemed to be talking to herself.

"Is this real!?" Cyrus said in disbelief and put his hand on the metal.

The girl recoiled with wide eyes astonishment.

"Lorkhan's Balls! I did it!" She said shaking excitedly, "It finally worked!"

The others looked at each in utter confusion. No one knew quite what to say. This was a first for all of them. They all turned to Talis.

"What? What do you want me to do?" Talis asked.

"This is magic," Wilhelm pointed out, "And you're the expert, so talk to her,"

"Yes, talking to women works out so well for him," Ariq put in.

"Oh you're one to talk!" Talis said defensively.

"Just talk to that thing already," Hjalmar said anxiously.

The girl was practically shaking with excitement, but after realizing the group could see and hear her, the magic projection became suddenly shy, but did say "You think I'm strange? There are two walking cats with you,"

Hjalmar took a step back and clutched his hammer. Like most Nords, Wilhelm being an exception, Hjalmar maintained a distrust of magic and the strange girl giggling excitedly on the wall was not helping. Ariq and Kenarthi both sighed with annoyance at the wall's last comment.

"Who are you?" Talis caved to peer pressure. "What are you?"

"Oh, right, I guess you wouldn't know," The girl again seeming to be talking to herself, "But I have to know who and what you are first,"

"Could be a Daedra, looking to steal our souls," Hjalmar suggested.

"I can still here you," The image crossed her arms.

"Eh, I'm sure my soul has to belong to a few of them anyway," Talis shrugged. "Talis, Dunmer and master wizard,"

"Hello Talis," The girl said eagerly.

The rest of the group relaxed and finally put away their weapons.

"Wilhelm, Nord and Harbinger, at your service," Wilhelm said cordially. The girl waved shyly. She appeared taken aback by his friendliness.

"Hjalmar Arm-Breaker, Nord," the big man said curtly complying.

"Tara, Bosmer" Tara said.

"Cyrus Ramsi, Redguard and Shaft for Hire," Cyrus said with a smile hefting his spear. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Kenarthi, Khajiit and ship captain," Kenarthi said.

"Ah, so that's what you are, so you're one too?" The girl said looking at Ariq.

"Yes. Rahjin," Ariq quickly identified himself.

"Now who and what are you?" Talis asked again.

"Jadera Volmar, Dwemer," The girl answered.

Looks of surprise and disbelief returned to the groups faces. Dwemer? Ariq thought Is that possible? The wall began to flicker.

"Wait, No! Not now!" Jadera said, moving frantically.

"What's going on?" Talis asked.

"I can't keep this up, I'm..," Jadera flickered and disappeared.

They all stood there silent and amazed.

"What in Oblivion was that?" Cyrus said at last.

"The Dwemer...aren't gone," Wilhelm said after he regained his composure.

"Mother of Moons," Ariq said, "We just spoke with a dwarf."

"This is amazing!" Talis said, "Do you know what this can mean?"

"That the race that created a vast underground network of deadly ruins, killer automatons and creators of the Falmer are alive and well somewhere?" Tara said with a touch of anger.

"Well there is that," Talis admitted.

"Why the venom? We delved ruins for the better part of a year, Tara" Ariq said.

"Yeah, why do you think I hate them?" Tara said.

"Did anyone die?" Ariq asked.

"Too many close calls," Tara said with a hint of annoyance.

"I'm with her," Hjalmar said, "They are the ones who prevented the Nords from claiming Shor's heart,"

"I'm surprised you know your history, but Red mountain was eras ago," Talis pointed out.

"I don't know if us having the heart would have gone any better," Wilhelm said, "It could have been us who disappeared,"

"Ha, we would have become more powerful than ever before," Hjalmar, "Remember how Talos founded the Empire with just power of the Thu'um?"

"And you would be as bad as the Thalmor," Ariq said slightly angered.

"Say that again," Hjalmar growled.

"Hjalmar, take it easy, and Ariq that was uncalled for," Wilhelm said.

"Does not make it less true," Ariq muttered.

"That's it, I'm going to play with Derp," Cyrus said, "He's gotta be wondering around here somewhere,"

"This One will join you," Kenarthi said.

"The heart doesn't matter anyway," Talis argued, "It probably doesn't even exist anymore,"

"Right, all we know is at least one of those pesky dwarves could still be alive," Tara breathed out heavily.

"Alright here's what we'll do," Wilhelm said, "Talis, we still need to find the schematics for the ship right?"

"Yes," Talis confirmed.

"Then we will go look for those while you watch to see if the Dwemer girl shows up again," Wilhelm suggested.

"Sounds good," Talis agreed.

"I don't know what we're looking for," Hjalmar pointed out.

"Then go play with Derp," Wilhelm said.

"Or spar with me," Tara said, "I got some anger to work out,"

"I like that idea better," Hjalmar said with a smile. He clearly thought it would be an easy fight.

"Come Wilhelm, Ariq knows where to look," Ariq said.

Ariq and Wilhelm started for the room in the back that he had spotted before the wall had lit up. They had to cross a small bridge over one of the lava canals. Wilhelm sweated in his traveling armor as they passed close to the lava. Ariq did as well, but it was harder to see under his fur. The climbed up the steps and found the lock to the room was in bad condition. It was not broken, but appeared to have melted. Wary the door might be burning hot Wilhelm broke the door open with his shield. They found the back wall of the room was lined with stone beds. Tattered sheets still hung off the frames. Blue green lights in the corners of the room and over the stone desks did not even leave an inch of darkness in the space. On the grated wall that overlooked the chamber, a pedestal stood with a little blue light on it. A single round stone table stood in the center of the room. A few cups and small pieces of paper sat atop it. Wilhelm picked up one of the small bits of paper.

"Looks like playing cards," Wilhelm observed in a small attempt to start conversation.

Ariq took a closer look, but any image that may have been on the cards had faded far beyond recognition, so he shrugged and began to search. Wilhelm sighed but he had expected this quiet response. He joined Ariq in the search.

"You still haven't told me what you've been up to," Wilhelm tried again.

"Not much to tell," Ariq answered looking at some old pages.

"Come on, you did nothing for three years?" Wilhelm prodded.

"Delved ruins for the Thalmor under supervision and spent weeks reading texts related to the Aurora," Ariq gestured to the ship outside.

"Nothing exciting? No daring escapes from dwarven traps or Falmer? Oh, wait, those are only in Skyrim," Wilhelm said.

"Had Falmer in a site in Hammerfell," Ariq said matter-of-factly.

"How did they get there?" Wilhelm asked surprised.

"Did not stop to think about it," Ariq picked up a paper which bore the outline of the apparatus above the ship and had Dwemer runes written on with arrows pointing to drawn cylindrical structures where their real-life analogs were.

"Found it," Ariq said.

"Really?" Wilhelm came over to investigate. He held the sketch up to the real thing to compare and he nodded contentedly, "Let's take it to Talis and get that thing working!"

"Yes," Ariq said, suddenly distant. He stared out into the chamber. Cyrus and Kenarthi played with Derp the guar. Derp rolled over contently as they scratched his belly. Hjalmar and Tara clashed axe and hammer furiously. Their sparring was growing intense. Tara was working her emotions out alright, and Hjalmar seem to have his hands full keeping alive. Talis sat at the base of the smooth wall. He had apparently grown bored with waiting and was juggling a small flame in his hands.

Everyone was there because of Ariq and he had found what he was looking for. The Khajiit had figure he would either destroy or hide the Aurora again. Looking out on the group though, he had second thoughts. They would have no reason to stay together once the ship was gone. Wilhelm and Talis might stay around, after all, the three had been through much before and loved adventure, but Ariq could not return to Skyrim for any length of time and they had responsibilities there. Tara would have to hide from the Thalmor for who knows how long. Cyrus would just drift away at his leisure to follow gold, not that Ariq wanted to spend too much time with him anyway. Ariq would even miss Hjalmar. The Nord was hard headed and slow, but Hjalmar had a good heart and had made an impression on him. Kenarthi would be the hardest to say goodbye to. She turned out to be more than Ariq expected. He was growing fond of her.

"What's going on?" Wilhelm asked.

"This One does not know," Ariq answered, "Ariq was determined to find the Aurora before the Thalmor, and now Ariq does not know what to do. He did not plan this far ahead,"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll figure out something to do with a flying ship," Wilhelm assured, "Let's get this to Talis."

As they approached the wall again, it flickered to life again. They hurried up the stairs and called back to the others to come and see. Talis stood in front of them all as the Dwemer girl appeared clearly on the wall.

"Aha! Got it back!" She squinted looking closely at the group, "Good, good same people, that first time wasn't a fluke," Again, she seemed to be talking to herself again.

"Jadera?" Talis asked.

"Oh, you remembered," She smiled shyly.

"What do you want?" Talis asked.

"Why are you in a wall?" Cyrus added.

"What? I'm not in a wall," Jadera said, "We've been trying to reach the outside world for generations,"

"Reach the outside world?" Wilhelm repeated, "Where are you?"

"Ha, we hardly know," Jadera laughed, "Where are you?"

"Ash Mountain," Talis told.

"You just gave away our location like that!?" Hjalmar said amazed.

"Not the smartest move," Tara added.

"I... trust her," Talis said with difficulty as if the concept were strange to him.

Kenarthi lifted the corner of her mouth in a smile quickly. Ariq wondered why.

"Well, we'd be dead by now if they meant to kill us," Wilhelm said.

"They try hard enough to kill us without knowing where we are," Tara said.

"The old security measures still work? Amazing!" Jadera said.

"Too well," Tara complained.

"So, where are you?" Talis said to stay on topic.

"I told you, we're not sure," the dwarf said, "We're pretty sure we're not in Tamriel anymore.

"Really?" Ariq said sarcastically.

"Really," Jadera said not entirely amused.

"You said you've been trying to reach the outside," Wilhelm added, "What are you inside?"

"As far as we know, ice," Jadera said.

"You are stuck in ice?" Kenarthi said, "What's stopping you from leaving?"

Jadera was suddenly angry, "The two bastards who put us here,"

The group was astonished. The secret to the disappearance of the Dwemer, the greatest mystery in all Tamriel, was finally being revealed the first time ever. No one could speak.

"Hello?" Jadera asked, bringing them back to reality.

"Sorry," Talis spoke for the group, "There have been many theories on why the Dwemer disappeared and we can't believe that you're still alive,"

"Well we are and we may need help," Jadera said.

"Excuse me?" Hjalmar said.

"Look, wherever we are, we're trapped," She began, "We've been trying to get out for centuries. It's a miracle I can even talk to you guys on the outside,"

"How can we help if the most intelligent race to exist can't figure this out?" Talis asked.

"Well as the most intelligent race we've figured that the key to our lock must be on the outside," Jadera said, "And you are the first people we can ask to look for it,"

"How do you know we won't kill you all?" Wilhelm said.

"Something tells me you won't" Jadera said dismissively.

"We still can't find you if we don't know where you are," Talis reminded, "All we know is you're under ice,"

"Yeah, well, ice probably isn't going to be in the south, smarty," Jadera said with heavy sarcasm, "We Dwemer can tell we're somewhere north of Tamriel,"

The wall flickered again.

"Oh no, not again!" Jadera said, "Find us! We need help!"

The wall went dim once again.

"Well that was more confusing than before," Cyrus said.

"Not entirely," Talis said, "We now know that the Dwemer are alive, their trapped and in ice somewhere north of Tamriel..," the realization dawned on him.

Wilhelm shared this realization. "There is only one place north of Tamriel,"

Even Hjalmar knew this, "Atmora," He said with wide eyes.

"The ancient, long lost, sadistic race of deep elves, is trapped in the birthplace of the Nords?" Tara summed up.

"Ariq, Kenarthi thinks you may have made the discovered more than you thought," Kenarthi said.

10. Getting Ready

Talis poured over the Aurora schematic in a desperate attempt to decipher the Dwemer runes. He muttered angrily to himself over each character and the others gave him a wide berth. Hjalmar and Tara went back to sparring. It was the only way they could deal with everything going on. Wilhelm moderated and chuckled at Hjalmar's frustration. Tara was giving him a real run for his money. Derp lay down for a nap not far from the noise of the fight and Cyrus, Kenarthi and Ariq relaxed against him and munched on snacks. The Khajiit had sugar pouches handy.

"Why aren't you helping Talis, Ariq?" Cyrus asked, "You know stuff about dwarves,"

"Not enough to help," Ariq answered, "What smells like burnt sugar?"

"That would be Kenarthi," Kenarthi said, "Some supply was burnt in the dragon attack,"

"Why did you not say so?" Ariq asked.

"Because it smells delicious," Kenarthi answered.

"Got that right," Cyrus nodded in agreement.

"Not very good for sprinkling though," Kenarthi added she looked sadly at her roll.

"Here have some," Ariq passed his sugar pouch.

"Hey pass some here," Cyrus insisted, "I've heard what moon sugar can do,"

"Moon sugar is not skooma, idiot," Ariq corrected.

"Sure it is, it's what skooma's made from right?" Cyrus asked.

"Yes, but just Moon Sugar will not have the same effect," Kenarthi added.

"Aw," Cyrus said disappointed.

"Ah, Humans," Kenarthi shook her head.

"They will never understand," Ariq concurred.

"Aw man, for once the human is outnumbered," Cyrus said, "Can I still have some sugar for flavor?"

"Sure," Ariq said dismissively.

The Redguard mercenary helped himself to a generous portion took a bite. His eyes grew wide and he smacked his lips happily.

"I see why you have this stuff with you all the time," Cyrus said reaching for more, "This is amazing!"

"That is enough for you," Ariq yanked the pouch away.

"Aw C'mon, just a little bit more?" Cyrus pleaded.

"That attitude gets you kicked out of places," Ariq reminded.

"Shut up," Cyrus said.

They heard an "Ack!" from the sparring Hjalmar. Tara had delivered a solid blow to the Nord's stomach.

"Ha, how's that for a weak little wood elf?" Tara jeered.

Hjalmar returned the favor with the butt end of his hammer.

"Oof! You whore!" Tara screamed

They ran at each other with renewed fury, but Wilhelm stepped in and held Hjalmar and Tara apart to the best of this ability. His arms began to fold under the pressure. Those two were forces of nature.

"Little…help…here!" Wilhelm called to the others.

"You are doing fine," Ariq smiled and gave a quick thumb up. Cyrus and Kenarthi just laughed. Will struggled, but Hjalmar and Tara eased with the laughter. The fighters clutched their sore limbs and went for some snacks themselves.

"Well that got the blood pumping" Wilhelm said, "Anyone wanna spar with me?"

"Eh, sure" Cyrus said.

"Yes, let's get started," Wilhelm said drawing his sword. The two went to start fighting, but were stopped by an excited "Ha, ha I've got it!" from Talis.

"Alright Cyrus, let's do this and then we'll go see what he has," Wilhelm said.

"Whatever, I won't understand a word anyway," Cyrus said with a shrug and the two pummeled each other.

"We better go see what Talis has," Ariq said.

"Kenarthi should stay and make sure these two do not kill each other," Kenarthi said and sat herself between the Tara and Hjalmar.

"Oh, please," Tara said rolling her eyes.

"I'm not dying from an elf," Hjalmar said. Tara rolled her eyes and Kenarthi snickered. Ariq joined a very excited Talis.

"What have you found?" Ariq asked.

"Oho, let me share," Talis rubbed his hands together, "Those cylinders we saw up there are referred to as magika capacitors here. Apparently when charged, these cylinders transform the magical energies to create the lift the ship needs to fly. The apparatus, called a 'balloon,' will heat due to the excess magicka output though. The lever at the helm controls the magika output of the capacitors,"

"Controlling the height," Ariq finished.

"Exactly," Talis confirmed.

"What's going on?" Wilhelm joined them.

"We know how to make the ship fly," Talis said, proud of what he had deciphered.

"Shor's bones, that's amazing!" Wilhelm said impressed, "So we really are going to Atmora then?"

"Does everyone want to?" Ariq asked tentatively, "Time away from Tamriel would do Ariq good, so This One is going,"

"Contracts are running low and I just visited Alessia, so I'm in," Wilhelm said.

"I'll definitely in. Do you even comprehend the magnitude of this discovery?" Talis said.

"And the others?" Ariq asked.

"Everyone, come here!" Talis called. The other four joined them. A new bruise on Cyrus' forehead revealed he had not won against Wilhelm. Tara and Hjalmar still sized each other up, but they did not seem as eager to kill each other anymore.

"People, we can now fly the ship," Wilhelm began, "And, now that we know the Dwemer are alive, we are going to Atmora. We won't know where to go when we get there and we don't know when we'll be back, but we will come back. Care to join us?"

"I'm a fugitive from the Dominion with nowhere to go. I'll come," Tara said.

"I'm with you, Wilhelm," Hjalmar said, "What Nord wouldn't want to see the ancient homeland?"

"While I am interested in seeing something new, what's the payout?" Cyrus asked.

"Dwemer baubles that sell for high prices," Ariq said.

"Alright, I'm in," Cyrus gave the thumbs up.

"Kenarthi is always looking for new adventure and the Prowler is taken care of. This One will join as well," Kenarthi said.

Ariq smiled, "This One will not be the only Khajiit this time,"

"It's settled then," Wilhelm said, "Talis get to work on that 'balloon' and the rest of us will run and get supplies. We passed Old Ebonhart on the way here, so we'll go there,"

"Who put you in charge?" Tara said.

"It's just his thing, go with it," Talis advised.

Wilhelm looked offended.

"You know it is true," Ariq said, "Anyway it is not a good idea for This One, Tara or Kenarthi to go. We are wanted criminals after all,"

"Kenarthi is no such thing," Kenarthi protested.

"The Thalmor know you and your ship after our escape," Ariq said.

"Alright. Hjalmar, Cyrus, you're with me let's go," Wilhelm said.

"Have fun, and do not forget to get more moon sugar!" Ariq said.

The three humans grabbed their bags and headed out to Old Ebonhart with Derp to help carry. Ariq gave Wilhelm the tuning orb so they could lock the Dwemer doors behind them. Talis went up into the apparatus straight away. Two cats and Tara were left with time to kill until the others got back. Tara and Kenarthi sat and just talked and talked. As it was not Ariq's custom to pass the time by conversation, he instead went to practice with his crossbow Phoebe. He found some spare wood soft enough not blunt his bolt heads and etched a target. He shot absent mindedly loosed shot after shot into the target. The bolts landed precisely around the bullseye to the dull hum of Tara and Kenarthi's conversation in the background. Hours passed. His mind began to wander. He was pulled back to reality by a sudden silence. He found Kenarthi standing next to him and she eyed the crossbow curiously. He looked back to find Tara was taking a nap.

"Could Kenarthi have a try?" She asked.

Ariq hesitated. Phoebe was not easily shared. The crossbow was one of his most prized possession and a constant throughout his adventures in Tamriel, but Kenarthi's big curious eyes won out and he reluctantly handed the weapon over.

"This is how you hold it, yes?" the she cat asked holding the trigger in her left hand and supporting with her right.

"Never noticed you were left handed," Ariq said surprised.

"You never saw Kenarthi's sword hanging on her right side?" Kenarthi asked.

"Suppose not," Ariq shook his head.

"This One was surprised to find you were also left handed," Kenarthi said.

"How did you know?" Ariq asked

"Your sword tilts left on your back," She stated

"Ah, very perceptive," Ariq said.

"Anyway, how do you properly fire this weapon?" Kenarthi asked.

"Well, it is straight forward, first you hold the stock up against your shoulder, point and then pull the trigger," Ariq mimed the action.

Kenarthi fumbled with the weapon. "Like this?" she tucked the stock under her arm and loosely held Phoebe pointing the weapon in the general direction of the target.

"Oh please, this is simple," Ariq said annoyed. He grabbed the stock and pressed it against her shoulder and aimed the end towards the target until she accurately handled the weapon. All the while he tried not to touch her body.

"There, now fire," Ariq said. He thought he saw a flicker of a smile from Kenarthi. It may have been his imagination, but Ariq thought he heard giggling from Tara. She was asleep, however, so that must have not been the case. Kenarthi pulled the trigger and the bold landed just right of the bullseye.

"How do you reload?" she asked.

"Just pull that handle on top," Ariq said.

She pulled back and Ariq gave her another bolt. She lined up another shot with expert precision and landed a bolt square in the center of the bullseye.

"Hmm, a fair shot you think?" Kenarthi said smugly.

"Eh, beginners luck," Ariq said.

"Is that so? Kenarthi thinks she can match your skill with a weapon as easy to use as this," Kenarthi said challenge in her eyes.

"Ariq thinks not," Ariq accepted the challenge.

"Half a pouch of sugar," Kenarthi offered.

"You are on," Ariq said confident.

After clearing the previous bolts from the target, the challenge began. Each contestant took five shots. Kenarthi went first. Her first two shots landed centimeters inside the first ring out from the bullseye. A third went wild and hit square on the upper outer ring. The fourth was well placed, and landed on the very edge of the bullseye. Finally, the fifth shot embedded itself into the bullseye itself. Ariq chuckled and took his turn. Three shots in and he formed a tight triangle around Kenarthi's bullseye shot. The fourth clipped the fletching of Kenarthi's fourth shot. Ariq loaded the fifth and prepared to fire. As he pulled the trigger, Kenarthi bumped his elbow. Phoebe jostled and the bolt to flew far off course and land beyond the outside ring.

"Cheater!" He said, "Ariq still wins,"

"Ha, your bolt landed farther out than This One's," Kenarthi said playfully.

"Ariq's bolts are closer to the bullseye," Ariq pointed out although he was no longer serious about the competition.

"But Kenarthi has the only bolt on the bullseye," Kenarthi rebutted.

"Cheating is forfeit," Ariq declared.

"You do not get to set the rules now," Kenarthi feigned offense, "When does a thief follow the rules anyway,"

"Who told you Ariq was a thief?" Ariq was suddenly serious.

"What? What's wrong?" Kenarthi said wearily.

"How did you know Ariq was a thief?" Ariq repeated, "Did Wilhelm tell you? That man has such a mouth,"

"No, no Wilhelm has only spoken of your other ventures," Kenarthi clarified.

"So how do you know?" Ariq said again.

"In Skyrim," Kenarthi began holding up her hands, "Kenarthi had trouble sleeping on the hard ground and was awake when you pulled the knife on that woman, Sapphire was her name yes?"

"Yes, Sapphire was her name," Ariq sighed.

"Kenarthi could here you say something of the Thieves Guild to her and This One assumed you were part of it," Kenarthi explained, "Why do you seem upset?"

"It is something Ariq does not want to spread around," Ariq said, "Especially to those he hardly knows,"

"You have spent plenty of time around Kenarthi by now," Kenarthi was now truly offended, "You cannot trust her yet? Wilhelm knew, and you have not seen him for three years,"

"Ariq has known Wilhelm for some time, and Will was very persistent," Ariq argued.

"Kenarthi has been very persistent as well and has always proven trustworthy," Her frustration was clear her face.

"Sorry," Ariq sighed, "Trust is hard for This One,"

"Hey! Shut up, I'm tryna sleep over here!" Tara yelled.

Kenarthi turned sharply and went back over to Tara without a word. Ariq put his head down and retrieved the bolts from the target. He heard the hatch close on the Aurora and sure enough Talis was climbing down from the balloon. He practically jumped down the ladder he was so excited. He must have figured everything out. Suddenly, the chamber doors swung open with a loud clang. The supply party had return and looked as if they had run the whole way. Even Derp was running, not because he was scared, but rather because everyone else was doing it. Derp was loaded with crates and bags.

"Damn! Could you be any louder!" Talis shouted.

"What's going on?" Ariq asked concerned.

"Um, you know those Dominion soldiers that we burned and you tried to sink?" Cyrus began.

"Yes?'" Ariq urged.

"They were in Ebonhart," Hjalmar finished impatiently.

"How'd they get there?" Ariq asked.

"Apparently, they found the leak and saved the ship," Wilhelm said.

"Did they follow you?" Tara joined.

"I don't think so but that doesn't mean they aren't on the way," Wilhelm said.

"Ariq, I'll need your help to get the ship running," Talis said, "Kenarthi, you know how to operate the helm right?"

"Apart from the flying? Yes," Kenarthi said.

"That won't be too hard to figure out," Talis assured.

"One more thing," Wilhelm began.

"Yes?" Ariq asked.

"The leader of all Thalmor Justiciars, Commander Eramen is leading them," Wilhelm told, "And Elenwen is with them too,"

Ariq growled.

11. Awaaaay! (Inspired by "Flight of the Silverbird" TSFH)

They sprang to action. The humans rushed Derp to the ship and moved the cargo with lightning speed. Kenarthi familiarized herself with the controls as best she could while the Aurora was stationary. She sent Tara behind the ship and they called back and forth as parts moved.

"Is the rudder facing port?" Kenarthi called.

"There is no rudder," Tara called back.

"What do you mean there is no rudder?" Kenarthi called confused, "How do you steer this thing?"

"These gyro blades are facing left," Tara pointed out, "Maybe that's how you steer,"

"How long until we can test this contraption?" Kenarthi called up to Talis. He and Ariq were in the balloon.

"Shouldn't be much longer," Talis yelled back.

"What kind of spell are you using on these things?" Ariq asked.

"A simple lightning spell if I'm right and I usually am," Talis said, "I'm not entirely sure really how it lifts the ship, but that's what the instructions said. Now help me get the lids of these things"

"Good enough," Ariq said as he set to work.

Ariq struggled to unscrew the lids off each cylinder. After he undid each lid, he held it open for Talis' spell. Soon the balloon was filled with a beautiful blue glow. More than once, a tongue of electricity licked Ariq's fingers.

"Ouch! Be careful," Ariq said unhappily.

"It's lightning; it has a mind of its own after it leaves your hands," Talis said. The air inside the balloon began to crackle after the last cylinder was charged.

"It is getting a little warm in here," Talis noticed.

"Did you not say that magika superheated the balloon?" Ariq said eyes wide.

"Only when the capacitors are being used to hold the ship in the air," Talis explained,

"Oh, good," Ariq said relieved.

"Come on, let's go test this thing," Talis said with a smile.

As they descended the ladder, Cyrus was running the last package down into the ship. Tara was up on the bridge with Kenarthi helping figure out the controls. The two Nords anxiously waited. Talis joined the two at the controls.

"The balloon's all charged and ready to go," He informed.

"Great, so we can give it a try?" Kenarthi could barely contain her excitement.

"Go for it," Talis said.

Kenarthi ever so gently pulled the lever back. As she did the Aurora jerked and began to slowly rise off the ground. Hjalmar's knuckles grew white from clutching the rail. Wilhelm had an almost childish look of wonder on his as the floor fell away. Cyrus was practically jumping up and down and grinned ear to ear with excitement, all the while saying "This is so great!" Tara's jaw was practically on the floor. Kenarthi had a wide smile on her face but remained focused on controlling the ship. Ariq shared Wilhelm's reaction although he showed less of it on his face. Only Talis kept a relative level of calm despite his own excitement.

"I can't believe it! This is so damn amazing!" Cyrus said.

"Mother of moons," Kenarthi said losing focus, "This One did not think it was possible,"

"Hey, hey, Kenarthi watch the roof!" Talis warned.

"Oh, sorry," Kenarthi pulled back on the lever left them suspended.

"Shor's bones, we are in the air," Hjalmar squeaked.

"I know, this is great!" Cyrus said continuing to jump up and down.

"Let's try turning now," Talis instructed.

"Alright," Kenarthi turned the wheel, but the ship did not move an inch.

"The propellers are run by the steam engine," Ariq reminded.

"Oh right, one minute," Talis ran below. The soon felt the rumble of the engine coming to life. Steam rose out of the pipes on the back of the ship.

"Try it now," Talis said returning.

Kenarthi gently turned the wheel and the ship slowly followed.

"Just gets better and better," Tara said.

"Now, how do we go forward?" Kenarthi asked.

"It's that smaller lever on the pedestal to your right," Talis said.

"Alright," Kenarthi began to push forward.

"Wait!" Wilhelm warned. "We've got nowhere to go!"

"He's right," Ariq added, "How do we get out of here?"

"Oh, right," Talis said.

"We've got a flying ship that can't go anywhere?" Cyrus asked with a bit of disappointment.

"I suddenly question the intelligence of the Dwemer," Tara said, "They build a flying ship underground,"

"No, there's no way the Dwemer would make a mistake like this," Talis said.

"Hey, there was a button on a pedestal in the room we found the plans in," Wilhelm remembered.

"That could do it," Talis said.

Clang. The chamber doors rang out. Clang Clang. The strikes were slow and methodical. There was no mistaking it. Something or someone was trying to get in.

"Damn, must be the Thalmor," Wilhelm said.

"My gods they're fast," Cyrus said.

"Ariq will go test the button," Ariq said, "This One loves buttons,"

"Then go, and hurry!" Talis said, "I don't like our odds when they get in here,"

"Speak for yourself," Tara gripped her axe tightly.

"Please, Ariq is the fastest," Ariq said.

Kenarthi lowered the ship and Ariq jumped off. He ran for the barred room and in no time, was inside. The chamber continued to ring with the Thalmor attempts to forcefully enter. Dwemer built to last, but Ariq doubted the doors would hold for long. Ariq rushed over to the pedestal and smashed the button down. Centuries old unseen gears roared to life and the ringing diminished in the background. The northern wall of the chamber began to collapse inward. These were not random chunks of rock crashing to the ground either, but a perfectly cut square of the mountainside moved in measured pace into the chamber. At some point, a seam opened and split the square in two. Each piece slid uniformly along the wall apart from each other. Light flooded in through the gaping hole, but even as the volcano was spewing lava, not one drop fell into the chamber. Through the ash filled sky they could see the skyline of Old Ebonhart.

Ariq stood still, stunned by what he was seeing. With technology like this, how could they have remained trapped for centuries? Ariq thought. He stood there for a minute until he heard a shout from the ship.

"Ariq! Hurry up, we've got to go!" He heard Wilhelm shout.

With that, Ariq snapped out of his stupor and raced back to the Aurora. Not a moment later, there was a resounding Crash as the sturdy, locked dwarven door buckled under the relentless assault of the Thalmor. Time slowed for Ariq as he looked over to see the dreaded Elenwen among the rushing soldiers with a smug grin on her face. Next to her stood a rather angry looking Altmer standing taller growling at the fugitives. Ariq easily recognized Eramen, leader of the brutal Thalmor Justiciars. Apparently, everyone else was not willing to sit and wait for Ariq to hop on board. The Aurora began to rise and slowly chugged towards the gaping hole in the mountainside. Ariq broke into a dead sprint. When Elenwen finally noticed the ship flying away, the smug smile changed to anger. Her quarry was escaping.

"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!" She shouted. Eramen barked threats to the soldiers as well.

Wilhelm unrolled a rope ladder over the side of the ship. The end dragged along the ground at first but, lifted until it was only just close enough for Ariq to reach. Wilhelm had to hold the other end as there was no time to tie it down. Dominion soldiers closed in. Ariq leaped for the ladder and held fast. He felt the ladder give as Wilhelm strained under the weight. One Altmer soldier had caught up and took a swing at Ariq. Hjalmar grabbed the ladder with Wilhelm and together, they yanked the dangling Khajiit out of harm's way. They pulled him on board just as they passed through the opening.

"Whew, that was close," Ariq said standing up.

"Ha, you think that's hard? Try doing it with your hands tied," Tara said.

"Look at this, guys," Cyrus said laughing, "Those guys are so angry,"

Elenwen was enraged at the loss of her prey. Elenwen screamed frantically at the poor underlings. Spells and arrows followed the ship, mostly cast by Elenwen, but the Aurora was soon out of reach. Cyrus made a series of rude gestures at the defeated Thalmor soldiers.

"This One bets she regrets letting us escape in Hammerfell," Kenarthi smiled as she steered the ship northward

"Yeah, I'll bet. Why did she anyway?" Tara asked.

"To humiliate Ariq by catching him here probably," Ariq said, "She has always been prideful,"

"Holy Mara, did she think wrong," Tara laughed, "Did you see the look on her face?"

"Priceless," Ariq smiled.

Hjalmar stood on the side of the ship, hands white knuckle gripping the side of the vessel. He maintained a look of wonder on his face as the Aurora glided through the sky. The Thalmor soldiers faded into little gold specs in the distance. The ashen landscape of Morrowind began to fall away from them. Ash Mountain soon looked like a hill, then mound as they rose farther away from its red peak. They looked down on Old Ebonhart to the west. The Dunmer citizens were as big as insects, all staring at the marvelous ship soaring far above their heads. Even though the ship needed no water, Kenarthi closely followed the channel north. She piloted the ship with ease of experience although she must have been uncomfortable without the normal roll of the seas under them.

"Big leap to see Tamriel from above for someone who never saw ash," Talis commented.

Wilhelm joined him, "How you feelin big man?"

"Kyne's breath," Hjalmar said flustered, "This is just amazing, isn't it?"

"Quite a view," Kenarthi added.

"You know what? It really is," Wilhelm nodded and clapped Hjalmar on the back.

"I can almost see Skyrim from here. Mountains are in the way though," Wilhelm said.

"Real mountain eye's view," Cyrus said.

"You mean bird's eye view?" Talis corrected.

"I've heard it both ways," Cyrus shrugged.

"I hate it when you say that!" Talis grew red in the face.

"Thought you would be used to it by now," Ariq said with a smile.

"He does it all the time!" Talis complained.

"Hey, that's the first time I've said it in a while," Cyrus reasoned.

"Doesn't matter, you've said it soooo much in the past," Talis argued.

"This is going to be a fun trip. I can already tell," Wilhelm said.

"What? All of us in a small space for a long time? No way," Ariq said sarcastically.

"Huh, didn't think about the small space," Wilhelm said.

"Sailors are used to it," Kenarthi said.

"Not thick-skulled Nords though," Talis said. Hjalmar and Will gave him sour looks.

"Guess a lot more sparring is in store," Tara said.

"I'm fine with that," Wilhelm said.

"Oh, this is going to be a long ride," Talis rolled his eyes.

The World drifted by below them. Hjalmar continued to check over the sides to make sure the Tamriel was still there. They steadily gained altitude.

"Anyone else starting to feel a little cold?" Tara said.

"Higher you are, colder you are," Talis said absentmindedly as he still looked at the expanse below them

"Are we ready for the weather in Atmora?" Ariq asked.

"What are you worried about?" Cyrus asked, "You have fur,"

"Atmora is a land that is frozen over," Ariq said, "Which is why even the hardy ancient Nords left,"

"Don't worry, we bought some nice warm fur clothing before," Wilhelm assured.

"Where did you find furs in Morrowind? The land of volcanoes," Ariq asked.

"Some merchant had a supply of fur from some Nords," Wilhelm explained, "Said she got them for a steal too,"

"From a cultural exchange she said," Hjalmar added.

"Ha, probably had those furs before the Nords thought to charge her for them," Tara laughed.

"Hey, Nords aren't that stupid," Wilhelm said defensively.

"For example," Ariq pointed at Wilhelm who responded in uncouth gestures.

"Anyway, we're prepared," Talis said.

"Alright then," Ariq said, "Company Awaaay!"

"Silly cat," Tara shook her head.

"Hey, that's the most excitement This One has ever heard out of you," Kenarthi said.

"He gets worse sometimes," Wilhelm said.

"Really?" Kenarthi asked amazed.

"Yep, just put him in the right situations," Wilhelm said.

"Like when you and him fought that troll?" Cyrus said.

"We do not speak of that," Ariq said.

"I wanna hear it!" Tara said.

"Me too," everyone else chimed in.

"We have plenty of time for stories now, yes?" Kenarthi asked Ariq with a smile.

"Hey, Kenarthi, try not to steer us into the spewing volcano," Talis said about Red Mountain in front of them.

"Aw, This One heard silt baths were good for the skin," Kenarthi sarcastically answered and wheeled the ship clear of the volcano's peak.

"Ariq, you've corrupted her with your sarcasm," Talis said shaking his head.

"This One had her own thank you very much," Kenarthi said.

"Alright come on guys, story time," Wilhelm said, "Let's not begin this voyage by fighting,"

Everyone gathered around on deck as Wilhelm recounted tale of the troll. They laughed as Wilhelm told how they could not harm the troll in the least, try as they might, and how the troll eventually ran the two screaming out of the cave. Ariq was glad the voyage started in a light mood. He hoped the small space would not prove to be a problem.

Far below, Derp the guar trotted after a butterfly out of the cave and back out onto the ashen plains of Morrowind.

12. The Voyage

The next morning, they were sailing over the island of Solstheim. The southern half of the island was gray with the ash from Red Mountain, but its northern half, however, remained a pristine arctic forest carefully kept by an odd tribe of Nords known as the Skaal.

"Didn't Harald visit here once?" Wilhelm asked.

"He visits regularly. Does not say much about his trips though," Ariq answered.

"Does anybody you know say anything?" Kenarthi asked

"Hey, it's been story time with uncle Will the whole way," Wilhelm said.

"And it has been very intriguing," Kenarthi said, "But, you know hack and slash stories only get so interesting,"

"Hey, wait 'til you here about my time at the College," Wilhelm said.

"They still tell them in Winterhold," Talis sighed, "Still a lot of hack and slash,"

"But with fire," Wilhelm said proudly.

"Oh please, you have minimum skill with magic at best," Talis said.

"Hey, I got more than that. Watch this!" Wilhelm's sword blade glowed a dull red and tiny flames faintly flickered on the metal.

"That's cute," Talis held his daggers out to the side. Tongues of fire shot out of tips doubling the length of each blade.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Ariq encouraged.

"Don't burn the ship down!" Kenarthi cautioned.

"Oh, they won't" Cyrus said.

"Gonna do this?" Wilhelm asked with a playful smile.

"Don't have a choice now," Talis replied.

"My gold's on the big one," Hjalmar said.

"I'll take that bet," Tara said.

"Twenty septims on Wilhelm," Cyrus jumped in, "You in, Ariq?"

"Not this time," Ariq said.

"Not a gambling cat?" Kenarthi asked.

"Not in this fight," Ariq said, "Ariq knows his friends."

The two combatants gathered themselves for a minute and studied their opponents. These two had fought side by side for a long time in the Dawnguard. Along with Ariq, Wilhelm and Talis had put down many vampires who were faster and stronger than almost any other enemy they had tangled with. Each was well aware of the other's style. They hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something new to throw at the other.

Both struck at the same time. Wilhelm's red sword slid off Talis' fire lengthened blades. Will tried to bash with his shield, but Talis jumped back and sliced his daggers in the empty air sending a tendril of flame back at Wilhelm. He pulled his shield back. The tendril hit the shield and fizzled out into the air. Normally, that would have caused a tremendous explosion that would send the observers running for cover. In the interest of not burning the ship to a crisp, however, Talis held back. Will paused for but a moment to collect himself, and then proceeded with fury. The fight continued with Wilhelm constantly trying to close the distance between himself and Talis, and Talis using all the magic he could muster to keep that distance. He used heavy ice spikes to put Will off balance, lengthened is daggers a little more and used them as whips. Talis even tried to use small runes to shock the Nord's feet. Wilhelm kept coming, his shield warded off Talis' spells. He had to constantly sidestep however, or risk painful electrocution. They went on for another few minutes. Hjalmar and Cyrus cheered every time the fighters clashed. Tara screamed encouragements to Talis. Ariq watched with a smile while Kenarthi cheered at the wheel. It all ended when Wilhelm finally closed the distance. He swept the daggers aside and with a bash, knocked Talis off his feet. Tara face palmed and handed gold to Cyrus and Hjalmar. Wilhelm helped Talis back to his feet.

"Feel better?" Ariq asked.

"Actually, yes," Talis said, "Got that outta my system,"

"Getting better actually," Wilhelm admitted. "Nearly had me there,"

"Seemed slow to me," Ariq jabbed.

"Ha, why don't you show off some speed then?" Wilhelm said, "Gimme a breather and then it's your turn,"

"If you insist," Ariq said.

"C'mon, just got warmed up," Wilhelm said.

"What's the bet?" Talis asked.

"Hjal's got twenty-five on Wilhelm," Cyrus said, "I'm matching,"

"Betting on the cat, Tara?" Hjalmar asked.

"You know what? I will, matching you," Tara said.

"Thanks for the support," Ariq said.

"No problem," Tara gave him a thumb up.

Ariq and Wilhelm faced each other but neither moved. They too were well acquainted with the other's style. Wilhelm found it more challenging to face the left handed Khajiit. He would have to rely on his sword more for blocking instead of his shield. Likewise, Ariq did not like the shield. He was much faster that Wilhelm, but that shield protected almost a whole side of the Nord's body. Ariq made the first move. His free right hand opened a little purple light glowed. Wilhelm saw this and immediately leapt to action. Ariq dodged and returned with a blow of his own that bounced off the shield.

"What was that?" Kenarthi quietly asked Talis.

Talis chuckled, "Ariq was going to turn himself invisible,"

"Not exactly fair," Kenarthi said.

"He's a tricky one," Talis pointed out.

Wilhelm slashed and bashed with his shield while Ariq dodged and moved out of the way and only had to parry a few blows. It was clear that Wilhelm did not like his blows meeting only air. Ariq, on the other hand, could not break through the Nord's defense either. Wilhelm attacked faster and faster, but Ariq moved even faster to avoid Wilhelm's furious attacks. However, Wilhelm forced Ariq to parry a strike. The blow hit harder than Ariq expected and the sword fell from his hand. Wilhelm took advantage of this and threw Ariq off balance and down to one knee.

"Gotcha," Wilhelm said relieved and brought his sword up to Ariq's neck.

"Not quite," Ariq said flicking out a knife seemingly from nowhere. He pushed away Will's sword and vanished.

"Damn it, Ariq! That's not how we do this!" Wilhelm protested.

The only response he heard was Talis and Cyrus laughing their guts out. Tara and Kenarthi smiled wide while Hjalmar sported a scowl. Wilhelm felt a knife at his throat.

"But it's how This One wins," Ariq said. He appeared immediately behind Wilhelm with a beaming smile.

"Whatever,' Wilhelm pushed the knife away.

"Pay up," Tara insisted to the two other betters.

"No, the cat clearly cheated," Hjalmar protested.

"Nah, I think he got that one," Cyrus said.

"That was not honorable combat!" Hjalmar insisted.

"Oh, call it a draw and keep your money," Talis said.

"Damn it man, I gotta win back something," Tara said lightly.

"Talis, take him down," Wilhelm encouraged.

"Do I have to?" Talis asked.

"C'mon, I fought twice and Ariq has only fought once, so you're up," Wilhelm insisted.

"What about me?" Cyrus asked.

"Hold on Cyrus," Ariq said, "We have not done this in a while,"

"Besides, you've got more money to lose," Tara smiled.

"Ha, you betting on Ariq again?" Cyrus asked.

"Damn straight," Tara said nodding at Ariq.

"So much confidence in This One, Tara," Ariq laughed.

"C'mon, the marines had to have taught you something," Tara said.

"Alright, let's do this," Talis said.

There was no hesitation this time. The two took sides and then Ariq rushed Talis as soon as the match started. The dark elf had just enough time to lengthen his daggers and parry the blow, but had to move desperately to stay in the fight. Hjalmar watched stone-faced having no stake in the fight while Tara cheered on her wager as the two went around and round in a flurry of slashes and bursts of magika. Every now and again the onlookers had to duck under a spell that Ariq managed to dodge. Wilhelm roared and cheered them both on.

"I love these fights," Wilhelm said.

"Why is that?" Kenarthi asked.

"Talis can think one step ahead of Ariq when they fight, but Ariq is always an actual step ahead of him," Wilhelm, "It's always a toss-up on who comes out on top,"

"Can Ariq not just turn invisible again?" Kenarthi asked.

"Talis can counter that magic," Wilhelm informed.

The fight went on for another few minutes. Ariq moved, as Wilhelm had, to save his feet from scorches and electrocution, but eventually, Talis lost steam. Ariq soon landed a strike that knocked Talis back.

"The cat wins again," Ariq smiled.

"Almost," Talis threw a ball of ice that hit Ariq square in the chest and left him breathless on the ground, "Aw, I was aiming lower,"

"Not...funny," Ariq wheezed out.

"Damn, another draw," Tara shook her head, "You guys are no fun to bet on,"

"Hey, look at this!" Kenarthi yelled from the wheel, "Look at this view behind us!"

The company went to the stern. The Sea of Ghosts stretched far below them in all directions. The island of Solstheim lay far behind. Its mountains seemed mere hills in the distance. To the west, they caught sight of the ice ridden Skyrim coastline that was but a thin white line the distance. Ariq felt a little sad as he saw the shore vanish into the distance. He relived the moment years ago when he had fled in the dead of night. His friends had no idea he had gone. He looked at the crew now. This time, he was not alone, and was glad to have them along for the ride. Ariq smiled.

After four days over the open ocean, however, Ariq began to grow sick of his friends. Due to his more solitary nature, and the tendencies of the crew, Ariq began wish the Aurora was much bigger. Wilhelm was never good at sitting still for long periods of time. In the mornings, he and Hjalmar would jog on the top deck, thudding loudly and disturbing the peaceful sleepers below. Also, he insisted on physical contests to pass the time. It wasn't long before the crew tired of sparring, arm wrestling and races down the deck. Talis eventually just cast spells to calm him down. When the spells wore off, Wilhelm was none too happy. The Dunmer himself spent much of his time reading the many books he brought along with him or experimenting with spells he was trying to develop. This did not bother Ariq until there was an explosion followed by quick assurances that everything was alright when he was fast asleep. Ariq forgot what it was like to be around these two.

The others were more tolerable. Cyrus did not do much, though. He exercised himself to stay sharp, but other than that, he mainly lay around the ship. This was fine until he felt like talking and Ariq had to listen to his stories that the Redguard exaggerated beyond belief. Hjalmar and Tara were surprisingly tolerable. They spent a lot of time swapping stories of a fearsome beast one of them had killed, or some bandit camp they fought bare handed out of. There were plenty of arguments, but they appeared to be getting along. Kenarthi was perfectly at home in the cramped quarters of the ship and making sure they were on course kept her busy. Ariq was her favorite person to talk to, but he didn't mind. Maybe it was because they were both Khajiit, or maybe because Kenarthi now avoided more sensitive topics. On the fourth day, the ship drifted through a cloud as freezing wind blew through.

"Brr, that blew right through the fur," Kenarthi said with a shiver.

"We must be getting close to Atmora," Ariq said.

"You sound worried. What could we run into?" Kenarthi said.

"Dragons," Ariq stated.

"Whatever," Kenarthi said dismissively.

Another gust of cold air swept across.

"This One can see why the Nords left," Kenarthi said, "This is nothing like the warmth of Elsewyr,"

"You get used to the cold after a while," Ariq said.

"Have you been back home since Skyrim?" Kenarthi asked.

"Have you?" Ariq asked.

"This One shipped much from there," Kenarthi answered. "But you did not answer,"

"No, why?" Ariq said.

"Just curious," Kenarthi answered.

"You have been very curious about This One," Ariq pointed out.

"Forgive Kenarthi if she would like to know about the passenger she smuggled, with risk to her life mind you, out of Thalmor clutches," Kenarthi said defensively.

"Sorry," Ariq apologized, "It is just strange for This One,"

"Kenarthi will forgive you this time," she said with a playful smile, "But This One is offended you have not returned the curiosity,"

"Oh, sorry. Tell of the adventurous life of a ship captain," Ariq humored her.

"Oh, Kenarthi does not want to talk about it, 'tis far too painful," She feigned a swoon.

"Alright, point taken," Ariq shook his head, "You may hear more in time,"

"That is promising," Kenarthi rolled her eyes.

Another cold breeze blew in. Talis came up on deck holding a fire to keep his hands warm. Tara followed wrapped in a blanket, and Cyrus refused to come up at all. Hjalmar and Wilhelm seemed fine.

"Take us lower Kenarthi," Wilhelm instructed, "Let's see where we are,"

The Aurora dropped out of the cloud. Snow swirled all around and obscured their view. Talis grew his fire while Tara retreated below. She emerged again with a tightly bundled Cyrus. The snow eventually began to clear enough to see the world below. They still floated over the sea, but on their northern horizon...

"Land ho!" Kenarthi cried.

13. Atmora, Land of Ice

The ship descended over the ancient homeland of the Nords. The land was white with frost and snow far as the eye could see. Far in the distance, a short snowcapped mountain range took over the west. Dark forests sprawled out over the eastern edges. A snowy steppe sparsely dotted with frost leaved trees and large boulders filled in between.

"The homeland," Hjalmar lowered his head in reverence.

"It is beautiful," Wilhelm said.

"This freezing wasteland?" Cyrus wrapped his furs tightly around him.

"I can see why the Nords left," Tara said unhappily shivering in the cold.

"Not that bad," Ariq shrugged.

"Agreed," Kenarthi added.

"Shut up, you two have got natural fur coats," Cyrus said.

Talis set his arms on fire, yet he still shivered, "So um, how are we going to find the lost Dwemer again?" He asked through chattering teeth.

"That is a great question," Ariq said.

"This was your idea!" Cyrus said.

"No, no, Ariq's idea was to find the Aurora before the Thalmor. We all decided to search for the lost dwarves," Ariq corrected.

"When I thought we could find them for treasure!" Cyrus chattered annoyed, "I can't sell snow!"

"Can't the dark elf use his seeking spell like he did with the dragon?" Hjalmar asked.

"Hey, good idea big guy," Tara said.

"Oh, shut up," Hjalmar said lightly.

"Oh yes, let me sit still and try to detect an unfamiliar magical signature while I'm freezing!" Talis said.

"Can you not set yourself on fire?" Ariq asked.

"That is a very odd question," Kenarthi pointed out.

"Not for him," Ariq said.

"It becomes harder to detect outside magic while I'm using it myself," Talis explained.

"Well we can make a fire easily enough," Wilhelm pointed out.

"Yes, but can we keep it up with no fuel?" Talis asked.

"We saw trees coming in," Wilhelm answered, "It shouldn't be hard to find wood,"

"Not with five males around," Ariq joked and set Cyrus into a fit of laughter.

"HA HA! Oh! Ouch! The cold makes it hurt to laugh," Cyrus said.

"Damn it Ariq," Wilhelm shook his head but even Tara and Kenarthi were giggling.

"What? This One could not help it," Ariq said.

"Come on, let's get a fire going that I don't have to keep up myself," Talis urged. Magic fire now engulfed his shoulders.

"Hey, what's that over there?" Tara pointed to a small hill.

Everyone followed Tara's finger. Small mounds of snow peaked just above the top of a nearby hill and they had to investigate if for no other reason than to keep warm. As the group made their way over the top, they saw the mounds were houses heavily covered and faded by the frost and snow. Ariq brushed off a small patch, the group recognized the swirling Nordic carvings and rigid runes surprisingly like what was still used in Skyrim.

"That's some quality Nord craftsmanship there," Hjalmar said proudly, "Able to withstand harsh weather even when abandoned,"

"Yeah, but why build it like that if you were leaving?" Tara asked.

"Doesn't matter, let's get inside," Talis urged and Cyrus nodded emphatically behind him.

"This could be one of the greatest scholarly discoveries of the era and you do not care?" Ariq pointed out.

"Not when there are icicles coming out of my nose!" Talis said.

Wilhelm forced the sturdy door open. It gave with a loud snap of breaking ice. Cyrus, Talis and Tara rushed all at once into the dwelling. As soon as they entered Tara gave a loud yelp. The others followed quickly behind. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and stared wide eyed at the scene before. The inside of the house had an even more beautiful carving than the outside, but in a dark corner of the structure, the carvings turned jagged and ugly. They followed the ugly lines to their source; ten horribly mangled fingertips. The man attached to those fingers was on his knees in the corner with his back to them. He clawed the walls, or at least he would have of he was alive. The man was completely frozen. Every bit of him was disturbingly well preserved. They could see the strawberry blonde hair covering his head and face and the dark fur clothing that covered the rest of him. His broken nails stuck through a thick pair of fur mittens.

"What in Oblivion is this?" Hjalmar gripped his hammer.

"A human...icicle," Talis managed to say.

"This One does not like this," Kenarthi clasped to her cutlass. The others stood speechless. Ariq reached out.

"Ariq don't!" Tara said too late.

Ariq hardly touched the man and he fell on his frostbitten back with a loud bump. The crew all recoiled as they saw his face. The cold had frozen a look of pure terror on the man's face. His eyes were wide open and his jaw tightly clenched with perfectly preserved teeth. The mangled fingers stayed outstretched, still trying to rake against the wall.

"Is... he alive?" Cyrus asked tentatively.

"No, I don't think so," Talis said slowly.

"He could be a recent explorer," Wilhelm suggested optimistically.

"I can't feel a life force from him," Talis shook his head.

"This is damn unsettling," Tara said.

"No joke," Cyrus said.

"Can we...take him outside?" Kenarthi asked quietly.

"He looks like a Nord," Hjalmar pointed out, "We should give him a funeral like one,"

"Good idea," Wilhelm said.

"We still need fuel for a proper fire," Ariq reminded.

"Alright, um...can you Tara, Talis and Kenarthi can get some firewood and we'll get the body ready," Wilhelm said distractedly.

"Sounds good," Kenarthi was eager to get away from the body.

"Why do I gotta stay with the body?" Cyrus complained.

"Because it's probably going to take three to lift with all the ice on it," Wilhelm explained.

"This adventure is not turning out how I wanted," Cyrus grumbled under his breath.

Talis was still alight as the four went to gather wood and guided them in the dying light. Ariq was worried about Kenarthi. She seemed to be taking their unlucky find a little harder than anyone else. She shivered and shook furiously the entire time they were outside.

"Kenarthi, what is wrong?" Ariq asked.

"Nothing," Kenarthi said unconvincingly.

"One who has fur should not shake so much," Ariq pointed out.

Kenarthi bit her lip. "His face, Ariq,"

"We all saw his face," Ariq said.

"That was terror, Ariq," Kenarthi said, "There was a frozen man clawing at the walls with a look of terror on his face. Do you know what that means?"

"Something awful," Ariq answered quietly.

"Why is Kenarthi the only one to feel this way?" Kenarthi said, "Is This One the only one disturbed that a man died out of fear?"

"We all are disturbed," Ariq assured her, "But This One, Talis and Wilhelm all saw terrible things in the Dawnguard,"

"What about the others?" Kenarthi asked.

"Hjalmar would not show it," Ariq explained, "You know Tara, but after losing her marines, Tara might not be bothered by this anymore. Cyrus does not care enough to worry about it,"

"Kenarthi has been through plenty, pirates, vicious sea life and she has seen others die," Kenarthi said defensively.

"You must be more sentimental," Ariq shrugged. He was unable to put it any other way.

"There is something wrong with you people," Kenarthi shook her head and returned to gathering kindling. After Tara had arduously cut up some old frozen, fallen trees, they each took as much as they could carry and headed back. Kenarthi was as curious as ever and continued questioning all the way back.

"How did you know that the man was dead?" Kenarthi asked Talis.

"Magic," Talis said curtly, "Don't know how many times I have to say it,"

"Hardly a fitting answer," Kenarthi said.

"There are only so many answers to all the questions you ask," Talis shrugged.

Kenarthi sighed and held off.

"Take it easy Kenarthi," Tara consoled, "You can't always have the answers.

Ariq pulled her back from the rest.

"Talis was a vampire," Ariq whispered, "That was how he knew,"

"Really?" Kenarthi said a little too loudly. Ariq put a hand to her mouth.

"Do not go spreading it around," Ariq said sharply.

"Why would you tell Kenarthi that?" Kenarthi asked.

"If you did not guess from Isran's suspicion a while ago, you never would have known," Ariq said, "And This One feels a little bad,"

"You know I can hear you," Talis said.

"Oh, sorry," Ariq said quietly.

"It's fine," Talis said.

"See, he would have told me," Kenarthi said to Ariq.

"Maybe, maybe not," Talis shrugged, "But you know now so it doesn't matter,"

"Let us head back," Ariq said cutting the conversation.

The day was ending as they returned. Talis dropped his wood load into the house then they brought the rest to where the men had taken the body. Will and Hjalmar had arranged the frozen body as best they could. Cyrus sat nearby tightly wrapped in his coat. They arranged the wood into a rough circle around the body. By now the sky had lit up with the bright stars and borealis in a beautiful display.

"No finer night for a funeral," Wilhelm noted.

"Let's send him properly to Sovngard," Hjalmar said.

"Talis, care to light?" Wilhelm offered.

"Wait now, no elf is going to conduct a Nord funeral," Hjalmar protested.

"Hey, rude, I thought we were getting along," Tara said.

"I think he would prefer to be sent off by his own kind," Hjalmar said.

"Talis is the best source of fire," Wilhelm said.

"He is not lighting the pyre," Hjalmar said adamantly.

"Alright, fine," Wilhelm conceded.

Hjalmar fumbled with a tinderbox as he tried to light the end torch. After a few minutes of watching him fail, Talis grew impatient shivering in the cold.

"Need some help Hjal?" Talis said.

"Fine," Hjalmar held out his tinderbox, but Talis just shot a tongue of flame straight from his hand to light the Nord's torch. Hjalmar grumbled, but he lit the funeral pyre. The fire licked away the layer of ice that covered the poor dead man, but it took a while for the body to thaw and burn. Cyrus, seeing an opportunity, irreverently sat immediately next to the flames to warm himself. No one approved of this trespass, but no one stopped him. They covered their noses when the ice had finally melted away and the smell of burning flesh took over. They were all relieved as the body was finally reduced to ashes. Ariq even saw Kenarthi relax as the embers began to settle. She looked away to the northern horizon and froze her gaze on the snowy steppe.

"What is that?" Kenarthi said pointing far into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" Ariq asked scanning the horizon.

"There! A light!" Kenarthi said excitedly.

Just as she said, off in the distance something was glowing. This was no star as the hills behind the light separated it from the heavenly lights.

"Ariq can see it!" Ariq said.

"Guys I can't see shit," Cyrus said.

"Talis, come on, use magic," Kenarthi said with a touch of sarcasm.

Talis cast a spell on his eyes and stared intently into the distance. "They're right. Something's out there,"

"If you say so," Tara said. "But how come we can't see?"

"Cat's eyes," Ariq said, "They work well in the dark,"

"Alright, but what does that glow mean?" Tara asked.

"Wait, a strange glow...," Wilhelm said thinking aloud, "Talis do your thing,"

"Right," Talis moved close to the dying fire for warmth and went into a trance. Blue rays of magika swirled around him. They grew more and more energized and soon flitted like tongues of flame around him. The moved with intensity and became a flaming tornado. It spun faster and faster until it burst in a great flash of light. Talis' eyes nearly popped out of his.

"Talis?" Wilhelm said worriedly, "Talis! Snap out of it!"

Talis reeled back as if he had been kicked and landed flat on his back. They gathered around.

"Damn man!" Cyrus said surprised, "What was that?"

"There's ah...some powerful magic energies somewhere around here," Talis said catching his breath.

"Where are they coming from?" Wilhelm asked, "Do you know,"

Talis pointed in the same direction as the strange light, "That way,"

"You think..," Ariq began.

"Yep. We follow that light and I think we'll find our dwarves," Talis finished.

"The light that we can't see," Hjalmar said.

"We can," Kenarthi said.

"We're supposed to blindly believe?" Hjalmar said skeptically.

"Hjalmar, we talked about trust issues on the way here, right?" Tara said.

"I'm only starting to trust you," Hjalmar said.

"Trust me when I say I believe them," Wilhelm said firmly.

"Huh...alright," Hjalmar agreed.

"Alright, we'll head off tomorrow, but for now can we get inside and get some godsdamned heat?" Cyrus said.

14. Brush with Divinity (inspired by "Blizzard" TSFH)

They stayed in the log cabin that night. The metal walls of the Aurora did not do as well as the cabin at keeping out the cold. They came to regret the decision by morning. Apart from the cramped quarters, a storm kicked up. If Atmora was freezing during the day, it was deathly cold by night. Talis had gone to sleep fully alight with fire and woke up with blankets coated in a thin layer of ice. Everyone had to crack through a layer of ice. The fire had disappeared under fresh snow. Outside, the wind howled and torrents of snow smashed the wood frame. Cyrus, Talis and Tara awoke grumbling. Even the others found the cold unpleasant.

"Why did we ever agree to join this trip?" Talis set himself on fire again.

"Oh, come on," Wilhelm said, "You live in Winterhold. It's only slightly warmer than this all year 'round,"

"Yeah, inside a nice, warm castle!" Talis said unhappily.

"Let us just return to the ship," Ariq said. However, after opening the door, they found the snow had piled higher than the frame.

"Damn it, snowed in," Cyrus said, "Why does this never happen when I want a day off?"

"Don't worry I'll get it," Talis said firing up a spell.

"No, no, let me get it this time," Wilhelm insisted.

"Alright, fine," Talis shrugged, "Guess it's warmer in here than out there,"

Wilhelm gave him a sour look, and then plunged his sword into the wall of snow. The others huddled together for warmth. Ariq did not join them immediately, but Kenarthi quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the circle. He did not fight and sat between Kenarthi and the flame engulfed. Will defrosted the snow with amazing speed. Five minutes later, the wall had a wet spot around the blade.

"Alright, I'm done waiting. Get out of the way Will," Talis said impatiently.

"Hold on, I almost got it," Wilhelm said as a small glob of snow sloughed off the pile.

"Stendarr's mercy man, I'm too cold for this!" Talis gave him an insistent shove and cast a flame spell that made a whole big enough for even Hjalmar to crawl out of immeasurable times faster than Wilhelm's attempts. Crawling out proved to be a mistake. The house had been warmer. The wind outside cut straight through their heavy coats. Talis had trouble keeping his fire spell. Everyone gathered around him to keep warm.

Disappointment awaited them as they returned to the ship. Just like the house, the Aurora was up to the guardrail in snow. Icicles hung almost everywhere possible. The Aurora tilted noticeable to the side. It seemed the balloon's magic managed to keep the ship from falling over entirely. The balloon itself was frost free. The magika capacitors seemed to have heated the balloon to the point where nothing cold could accumulate. Everyone shivered unhappily as they viewed the sight.

"Thththis is jjjjust greatttt," Tara complained, "Is ththththis thing even going tttto ffffly?"

"Nottt, sssure," Talis said, "Llletsss, ffind outtt," The poor Dunmer had to extinguish himself so they could ascend the snow drifts. They had trouble staying on their feet as they set foot on the icy deck. Hjalmar lost his footing and slid face first into the center mast. Everyone laughed hysterically and then doubled over as the frigid air grated against their lungs.

"Ha, that's what you get for laughing," Hjalmar said smugly.

"Oh, it wass ffunny...Whoa!" Cyrus said slipping and landing flat on his back. Everyone else tried to hold their mouths closed.

"Ssso, cccan we use the ssship?" Ariq asked.

"Here, Kkenarthi cccan try," Kenarthi said. She took the iced over helm gingerly. Giving it a push, she found it stuck fast. Next she tried the levers and found these too would not budge.

"Everything is fffrozen ssstill," She said, "We cccannot go anywhere rrright nowww,"

"Damn it," Wilhelm said frustrated, "This will take forever to thaw!"

"We have to go on foot then," Ariq said.

"Are you cccrazy, cat?" Cyrus said, "You wwant uss to wwalk in ththis weatherr?"

"Well, we could sit here and ffreeze," Ariq said.

"Talis could kkeep a fire going," Cyrus said.

"Only ffor so llong against this ccold," Talis admitted unhappily.

"Look, let's just wait until the storm blows over before we make our decision," Wilhelm suggested. As if on cue, the wind dropped off and left only large flakes slowly drifting down.

"Ha, now say the door to the Dwemer is five feet that way," Ariq suggested sarcastically.

"If only," Wilhelm laughed.

"What should we do now?" Hjalmar asked, "I'm fine with stretching my legs a bit,"

"I second," Wilhelm said.

"Seeing as the ship is frostbitten, Ariq will third," Ariq added.

"I'm sure we could get the ship defrosted in no time," Talis was clearly resistant to walking.

"I'm with him," Tara said.

"Yeah, not walking miles in the cold sounds like a good idea," Cyrus said.

"Kenarthi is not fond of walking in the snow," Kenarthi said.

"Ha, four to three, we win," Cyrus said. Just then, the wind picked up again and an inch of snow accumulated on the deck.

"Good luck defrosting this," Ariq said.

"Damn it! Curse you, damned gods!" Cyrus shook his fist at the sky.

"Walking seems to be the only hope of making progress now," Wilhelm said.

"Well, how will we know where we're going?" Tara asked, "Only three people could see what might be where the dwarves are,"

"Come now, have you no faith in Ariq?" Ariq asked with a nudge.

"Or Kenarthi?" Kenarthi said.

"Well, you haven't gotten me in as much trouble as he has, Kenarthi," Tara admitted.

"And I did sense strong magika coming from that direction," Talis said, "Doubting my abilities again?"

"Not a mistake to be made twice," Tara admitted.

"We would have been equally lost in the air," Wilhelm pointed out.

"Yeah, but we had a boiler in there to keep warm," Tara said.

"Come on, little elf. A walk could do you good," Hjalmar teased.

"Shut up, troll brain," Tara said back. Both laughed.

"I'm not happy about this," Talis said.

"It's our best option now," Wilhelm pointed out.

"And if we could see it, the light cannot be too far away," Ariq added.

"Fine," Talis said grudgingly.

They pulled their coats closer and headed out with the wind at their back. At least it was not blowing in their face. Ariq looked behind and saw Cyrus still standing unhappily on deck.

"We will leave you, Cyrus," Ariq said.

"I hate you guys," Cyrus grumbled, but followed.

The Khajiit and Talis lead the way. Luckily, the storm abated early in the journey. After a night and a morning of heavy snowfall, the stuff was halfway up their legs and past poor Tara's knees. She brought up the rear behind Hjalmar who left a large wake in the snow for her to follow. The falling snow masked the light. They had remembered the general direction the light had come from and they kept in the direction of the snowy steppe. At least it was easy to situate themselves between the mountains and the forest.

Ariq was happy to be up in the front with Talis. He and Kenarthi huddled around the flaming elf for warmth. Cyrus walked not far behind for the same reason. The Nords were accustomed to the cold in no time and were unbothered. Tara hid behind Hjalmar's bulky wind blocking frame. Even though the snow hampered their progress, they were making good time. By midday, they could no longer here the lapping of the waves on the coast. There was still no sign of the glow from the night before. The storm completely died off as the evening fell. Only tiny flakes gently flitted down. Even better, as the light of day faded, the glow returned. This time much brighter than before.

"There, Tara. You believe Ariq now?" Ariq pointed as they continued forward.

"Huh, what do you know? Kenarthi was right," Tara said with a smug smile. Kenarthi laughed.

"Thanks" Ariq said with a smile.

"Alright it's getting dark, let's call it a day," Wilhelm suggested.

"Yeah let's camp out in the open, that's a great idea," Cyrus poked.

"Look, the storm's died down and we can dig a little place out of any wind," Wilhelm said confidently.

"Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea," Tara said.

Suddenly, a strange feeling washed over them and they stopped in their tracks. Energy surged through them as if they had been hit by lightning. It was not painful, but pleasant. Everyone felt as warm as the summer and their energy was renewed. Each looked every other in the eye to insure they shared the sensation. They stood in a moment of silent enjoyment.

"What was that?" Cyrus said at last.

"I'm not sure, but it feels great" Wilhelm answered energetically.

"Were we...stopping for the night?" Tara asked hesitantly.

"I don't know why," Talis said, "I feel like running for miles and that's strange for me,"

"We could run for the glow we were following," Kenarthi suggested.

"Ha, Ariq is up for it," Ariq said with strange enthusiasm.

Strangely, everyone heartily agreed and tore off into the night. Snow still lay loose and slick, but the ground bounded over as if it were the driest dirt. The cold no longer bit their lungs, but invigorated them to charge on further and faster. The light ahead grew and grew as they grew closer. It finally retained its size as they came to the base of an odd hill. The hill stood apart from any other hill or mountain for miles around. It was not tall enough to be a mountain, but it spread for miles to their left and right just enough that they can hardly see it curve away. The light shined near the top of the steep slope.

"That was amazing," Wilhelm said coming to a stop.

"I haven't run like that...well ever," Tara said amazed.

"Not even Cyrus or Talis can complain," Ariq pointed out. Both shook their heads.

"Come on, Kenarthi thinks what we are looking for is right at the top," Kenarthi said enthusiastically.

"How do you know?" Talis asked.

"This One, does not know," Kenarthi shrugged, "Do you feel differently?"

Everyone shook their heads. Everyone knew their goal was at the top of the strange hill in front of them. With the same vigor, they leaped up the slope.

"Hey what's going on here?" Cyrus said.

"The light is inside?" Hjalmar asked confused, "Could today get any stranger?"

"Maybe. Look!" Tara pointed at the summit. Something was there. They all climbed to get a better look. When they reached the summit they all froze at the sight in front of them.

A woman stood on top of the knee-deep snow looking back at them. She was surrounded by a bright golden glow. The regal figure stood taller than any mortal could dare to achieve. A golden, winged helmet covered her head, but jet-black locks spilled out everywhere except for her soft face. Sky blue eyes looked warmly back at the group and her lips were spread into an inviting smile. A golden breastplate, decorated with the wind itself over a pure white tunic. Fresh stalks of wheat made up her greaves and pure gold hawks were her bracers on her otherwise bare arms. In her right hand, she grasped a silver-tipped spear. No one doubted for a second that she was divine. Every one of them could not help but bend a knee to the supposed goddess. Even the blasphemy loving Cyrus could not stay upright.

"Hello, brave mortals," She said in an awesome yet warm voice.

Hjalmar was the first to find words, "Who...Who are you, my lady?"

The lady let out a laugh that lifted everyone's spirits yet terrified them at the same time, "You have given me many. Which would you like?"

"Whatever pleases your ladyship," Hjalmar answered.

"I have enjoyed several. Kynareth, Kenarthi," She paused and winked at the like named Khajiit who looked away shyly, "But my personal favorite is Kyne,"

Hjalmar and Wilhelm fell flat on the ground. The goddess of the sky and patron of warrior Nords had not compelled them to do so, but they could think of no other thing to do. The others stayed as they were.

"Rise, weary travelers," Kyne said at last.

"That was your doing, wasn't it?" Talis asked, "That intense surge of energy?"

"Well I would not think mortal magic could accomplish that," Kyne said and giggled, "I thought I'd spare you another night in the cold,"

"Thank you my lady," Wilhelm bowed.

"You are welcome, Wilhelm," She said.

"You know my name?" Wilhelm asked.

"I have watched you all very closely," Kyne answered.

"Oh yeah? What's my name then?" Cyrus asked.

"Cyrus the Arse," Kyne joked.

"Oh we got a smart-ass god do wmm mm. Mmm?" Cyrus found he could not move his mouth.

"Shut up by a divine!" Ariq laughed.

"Alright everyone," Kyne began. Everyone immediately quieted although Cyrus still struggled to open his mouth, "Perhaps you would like to know why you and I are here?"

"You are interested in finding the dwarves too?" Kenarthi asked incredulous.

"They cannot hide from the divines," Kyne stated.

"Then why are we here?" Talis said, "What do you need us for?"

"The dwarves have something very dear to me," Kyne explained, "I need you to get it back,"

"Can a divine not claim it herself?" Ariq asked curiously, "No offense, my lady,"

"None taken mortal," Kyne assured, "As to your question, it is a delicate situation,"

"What can't the goddess of warriors and the sky do?" Wilhelm asked confused.

"You flatter me mortal, but you would not understand," Kyne answered.

"What wouldn't we understand?" Talis asked. His interest piqued.

Kyne chuckled, "Do not worry scholar, you can know in time, but for now, all I ask is you retrieve what is mine from the Dwemer,"

"We still haven't found them yet," Tara reminded, "Can you point us in the right direction?"

"Better, I can take you right to them," Kyne smiled.

"Mmmmm?" Cyrus asked.

Kyne touched her spear to the ground. With a loud crack, the ice beneath them gave way. Their last sight of Tamriel was the face of the goddess of the sky fading into the night.

City of Gold (inspired by. El Dorado, TSFH)

They all tumbled down through empty air. The fall was several, painful minutes. Ariq spun wildly while seeing flashes of blue and powerful yellow light behind the shadows of his falling friends. He noticed the blue getting closer as closer. He stabilized himself just in to time to brace for impact with the blue flashes. The Khajiit felt resounding smack and an intense stinging sensation as he collided with the wet wall. The height they had fallen from should have killed them all. One last blessing from Kyne, Ariq thought, even if he did land in wat...umph! Cannot breathe! Ariq kicked hard for the surface. His soaked equipment, however, kept pulling him down. Ariq's lungs began to ache. Shapes in the water caught his attention. It seemed the others were struggling as well. One shape was flailing desperately and still sinking like a stone. It must have one of the Nords. Both had been traveling heavy and would not have a chance of surfacing. Ariq quickly thought of Talis who could not swim. Ariq's air was running out. Can Kenarthi swim too? Ariq thought. He again tried to claw his way to the surface.

Something brushed the tips of Ariq's flailing feet. A gargantuan shadow passed beneath him. Whatever it was, it was moving fast. The water around him rumbled with the thing's roar. Ariq would have gasped if his lungs were not bursting. A fleshy tendril wrapped itself around Ariq's waist and the cat was yanked through the water. The tendril pulled Ariq closed to the enormous creature. The first thing noticed was a solid gold eye set back into a scaly crocodile face. A finned spine ran down the center of the creature's head and parallel along its reptilian jaws. Had Ariq been an inch lower they would have cut his feet off. The tendril that held Ariq was one of many that crossed the creature's head like hair.

Surprisingly, Ariq was being lifted to the surface. Soon the creature thrust its head straight out of the water and Ariq let air rush back into his lungs despite the tendril's tight grip. The creature let out an ear-splitting roar as it reached the soaring apex. It was shriller than the rumbling underwater, but no less intense. The poor Khajiit was whipped back down as the thing dived back into the water. Ariq was briskly dragged through clear waters. He could barely open his eyes through all the water rushing at him. He was amazed his sword and Phoebe hadn't fallen away in all this. The bottom of whatever body of water Ariq was in inclined beneath him and met the surface some ways ahead of him. Ariq was again lifted again to surface. The tendril relaxed its grip slightly, but Ariq did not. He knew what was happening. Before he could react, the tendril wound back and threw him forward. Ariq's stomach dropped as he was hurled toward the shoreline. He had hardly sunk three feet into the water before he bumped into solid ground. Ariq regained his footing and rose sputtering out of the water. He collapsed heavily onto a sandy beach.

Ariq threw off the bulky fur coat. He breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of the soaked garments fall off. His travel clothes dripped like rain as he stood up. He shook himself in an attempt to dry out his natural layer of fur, but only managed to make it poufy. He took inventory. His weapons were all accounted for except for his bolts. In all the excitement, the clasp to his quiver cover had come undone and all the bolts were missing. As Ariq lamented how useless Phoebe was without bolts, he heard another shrill roar and more splashes. Ariq now clearly saw the patchwork grey and green serpent body of the creature that had thrown him towards shore as it fell back into the water. Wilhelm and Cyrus rose sputtering onto the shore in front of him.

"Wilhelm! Cyrus! Are you alright?" Ariq asked excitedly.

"Some...bitch goddess...just dropped us down a mile...and I just got thrown by a giant sea snake...with dreadlocks...do you think I'm alright!?" Cyrus answered still breathing heavily.

"Hey! Don't you dare...call Kyne...a bitch!" Wilhelm said angrily even though gasping for air, "Even if that was rude of her."

"Rude? Rude!? She says she needs something and then immediately tries to kill us!" Cyrus pointed out.

"This One is sure Kyne had her reasons," Ariq assured.

"Yeah, I guess killing mortals is a reason," Cyrus pouted.

"If I hear one more word of disrespect out of you..," Wilhelm threatened

"You'll what? Strand me in the middle of nowhere surrounded by giant sea serpents?" Cyrus retorted.

Wilhelm started to say something but then there was a Splash! and Hjalmar made his way out of the water. They tried to help him but the big guy brushed them off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," He sputtered

"Where are the others?" Ariq asked.

Another shrill roar brought their attention to another serpent shooting out of the water. This one was solid blue. Shadows flailed in its mass of tendrils, and there was a high-pitched scream and immediately two more splashes sounded to their right. Talis and Tara made their way to shore. Talis was tripping over himself trying to get out of the water. He was out of the water and far up the beach before the rest of them came over.

"What's his...problem?" Tara asked.

"He's um...not the best swimmer," Wilhelm explained.

"Was that you screaming?" Ariq asked Tara.

"Wasn't me," She said.

"Did not think so," Ariq said chuckling.

"That's not funny!" Talis yelled unhappily.

"Hey, you're alive, aren't you?" Tara pointed out.

"I almost drowned!" Talis whined.

"Elf, I nearly touched the very bottom out there in the deep," Hjalmar said, "I don't want to hear anything about drowning!"

"That was you sinking like a stone," Ariq remembered.

"We both were," Wilhelm said unhappily.

"That's what you get for wearing heavy metal on an adventure," Tara said.

"Oh come on this is my lightest set of travel armor," Wilhelm protested, "At least I'm protected in a fight,"

"Yeah you really won that fight against a wet death," Cyrus said.

"Hey, you're wearing metal, too," Wilhelm said.

"Only on my head and a little on my arms and legs," Cyrus said, "I was swimming pretty well until that serpent started yanking me around,"

"Where is Kenarthi?" Ariq asked worriedly, "Has anyone seen her?"

"I think I saw her reach the surface," Tara said, "But I lost track of her when I got grabbed,"

AAAAHHHHHH splosh. A pale fur ball landed in front of them. A very unhappy, soaked Kenarthi rose from the water. Her displeased demeanor was enhanced by low hanging, clumped fur. Everyone, including Ariq, could not help but chuckle at the wet cat.

"Oh, shut your mouth, Ariq" Kenarthi picked him out, "You must have looked the same,"

"Yes but This One did not have an audience," Ariq chuckled. He kept chuckling as Kenarthi shook dry and her fur puffed out.

"Alright fine. It must be a little funny," Kenarthi smiled at last.

"That's everyone then?" Wilhelm asked counting.

"All here, but where are we?" Tara asked.

"Look, that must have been where we were," Ariq pointed up.

Looking to the sky they did not see stars. Instead, they saw a dome made entirely of ice. It stretched to and touched the ground on the other side of the large body of water they had fallen into. Ariq could make out the hole in the higher part of the dome where they must have fallen through, but just as he spotted the hole, it disappeared and the dome was once again seamless.

"Wait, a dome made of ice and we are under it..," Kenarthi remembered, "Does this mean...?"

"Guys, come see this!" Talis shouted from farther up the beach.

The light source illuminating the area grew brighter as they ran up the beach. Ariq and Kenarthi took a moment to adjust to the brightness, but when they did, they were overcome with pure astonishment. The entire space was brightened by a sun like ball of light hanging high in the air. No support held the light in place; it just floated of its own accord and illuminated the inconceivable sight below.

It was a huge city. A beautiful, bright city. A city made entirely of gold. The metal that was so precious on the surface made up every single structure in the space below them. Although light posts dotted the streets, they seemed unnecessary as light reflected perfectly off the golden walls. The city was laid out like a wheel. Six large Spoke-like main roads ran from the center to the outer edges. The roads they could see between the spokes ran like spider webs creating a maze that none could follow from where the group was standing. The golden structures started as short houses on the outskirts and slowly increased in height as they approached the city center until they ended in towering structures reaching to the dome. At a few points, steam streamed into the sky. A wall of stone formed a ring around the city with large gates that stood at the end of each of the spoke roads. The one nearest them stood wide open.

They could see activity bustle through the streets they could see. Tiny shadows ran here, there, and everywhere with amazing speed.

"This is...unbelievable," Wilhelm said at last.

"Ice dome and steam power? I think we found them," Talis said.

"The dwarves?" Hjalmar said amazed.

"Who else?" Tara said sarcastically.

"We could have wandered around the surface forever and not have found this place," Kenarthi said.

"Thank Kyne for the help," Hjalmar said reverently.

"She still dropped us down a hole," Cyrus grumbled.

"Shut your mouth, Redguard," Hjalmar warned.

"I'm just saying she could have given us a portal to walk through, or just teleported us down here," Cyrus stated.

"He does have a point," Ariq said.

"I'm sure she has her reasons," Wilhelm assured.

"Something must be really wrong down here if she couldn't just teleport us down here," Talis said.

"If Kyne couldn't poof us down here, then how did the dwarves get a message out of here?" Wilhelm asked.

"Is 'poof' the proper term for it?" Ariq joked.

"Yes, yes, it is," Wilhelm answered in kind.

"I guess it's just not supposed to be easy to enter this place," Talis shrugged.

"But then would not a dwarf try to leave this place if it were easy to leave?" Ariq asked.

"Maybe it's just hard to physically come and go but easy to send projections back and forth," Talis said.

"Oh great they're talking technical," Cyrus said quietly.

"But would someone not have heard the Dwemer before we did?" Ariq asked, "People have been delving Dwemer ruins since at least the second era,"

"Look I don't know. Why don't we go ask them?" Talis suggested.

"Um, they are looking at us," Kenarthi said nervously.

Sure enough, many of the city's pedestrians had stopped and were staring in their direction. The group stayed still and looked back.

"Is it unusual for people to be outside the wall?" Tara asked quietly.

"I think they know that we aren't dwarves," Talis said.

"How would they know that? Can they see better than we can?" Ariq asked.

"I don't think they need to see that well to notice you and Kenarthi's ears and tails," Cyrus pointed out.

"Oh right," Ariq said.

"What should we do?" Kenarthi asked.

A voice from to the side answered that question.

"HALT!"

Warm Welcome

"Hold it right there!" The commanding voice belonged to what looked like an automaton. Hjalmar could see eye to eye with the taciturn face carved into the copper colored metal. Scaled mail of the same metal ran underneath the plates and blue fabric covered the legs. Four more flanked the one who had spoken. Phoebe suddenly seemed inadequate in comparison to the weapons leveled at them. The looked like crossbows, but had an extra set of arms that crossed like an x in the front and Ariq counted at least five bolt points sticking out.

"Hands up!" The front metal man said. The group complied and threw empty hands into the air. "Good, you can understand me. Now, place your weapons on the ground,"

The group was hesitant to do this. They all traded glances as if someone had a plan.

"Do it now!" The leader threatened while the rest motioned with their crossbows.

"Why should we?" Wilhelm challenged, "There's seven of us, and five of you,"

"Yeah!" Hjalmar jumped in.

"This weapon fires twelve bolts a minute that can easily punch through your thin armor and that pathetic excuse for a shield you have," The leader said menacingly, "Now, drop your weapons,"

Unable to tell whether he was bluffing under that face mask, the travelers complied. Hjalmar dropped his hammer, Tara her axe, Talis his daggers and Kenarthi her cutlass. Wilhelm dropped a shield, sword, and a small dagger in his boot. Cyrus dropped his spear and reserve dagger of his own. Ariq placed his sword on the ground. He decided to keep his knife hidden and wondered why Cyrus and Wilhelm had not done the same. Phoebe stayed on his back. The crossbowmen were staring right at Ariq and Kenarthi.

"Put the crossbow down freak," The leader said firmly.

"This One and him are Khajiit, thank you" Kenarthi said back annoyed.

"This crossbow has no bolts. It is not dangerous," Ariq assured them.

"Do as I say," The leader threatened. He pointed his crossbow right at Ariq's heart. Ariq hesitated one more second and was about to give as someone came running up screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Oberon! STOP!" The runner flailed wildly, "Don't shoot them!"

The leader sighed, "What do you want Ockham?"

Ockham was a portly elf Ariq guessed from his ears. His face had turned red and stood in stark contrast to his translucently pale skin and black hair. He bent over to catch his breath, "These...huh...people...here are the ones from the outside,"

"Yes of course they're from outside," Oberon said annoyed, "think I'd aim at them otherwise?"

"No no, these are not just any travelers," Ockham corrected, "These are the ones from Ash Mountain!"

Oberon reached up and pulled off his helmet revealing that he was no an automaton, but rather shared the features of Ockham except his face was grim and square.

"You telling me that actually worked?" Oberon said surprise obvious on his revealed face, "Why wasn't I informed?"

"I'm very confused right now," Cyrus whispered.

"Shut up back there," One of the crossbowman commanded. Cyrus stuck out his tongue.

"Well to be honest Oberon, the information came from a junior member of the program and we did not really believe her," Ockham said.

"Question!" Talis raised his hand.

"What?" Oberon asked exasperated.

"Are you Dwemer?" Talis asked. The Oberon and Ockham looked at each other confused and the four in the back did the same.

"Where do you think you are, boy?" Oberon said.

"First off, let's hold the boy talk, second, we have no idea," Talis said.

"Why, you're in Bel Doredol my boy...um sir," Ockham clarified, "Didn't the Diviner you talked to give you anything?"

"Diviner?" "Talis asked confused.

"Oh my, we have much to talk about," Ockham said, "Come come, we need to get you to Karandur right away,"

"You trust them just like that?" Oberon asked in disbelief, "No one has reached us in what? A millennium? And suddenly they show up with good intentions?"

"Please Oberon; there are seven of them and five of you. They would have killed you already if they wanted," Ockham said. The Nords flashed a smile and nodded to each other.

"And we're just going to ignore the walking cats?" Oberon said, "I don't think even our ancestors in Tamriel knew of them! They could be carrying all types of parasites and diseases,"

"That is extremely rude," Ariq growled. Kenarthi followed suit. Crossbows were raised once again.

"Oh, for Lorkhan's sake put those weapons down," Ockham said.

"Fine, at ease men," Oberon ordered.

"You're so serious my friend," Ockham shook his head, "You should relax more,"

"My job is to be serious," Oberon replied, "We don't all live the pampered easy lives of professors,"

"Oh, whine, whine, whine," Ockham dismissed, "Come travelers grab your equipment and follow me,"

They travelers wasted no time collecting their weapons, but hesitated a minute before following.

"Are we really going with these guys?" Tara asked, "After that welcome?"

"I'm not overly fond of the idea either," Hjalmar said.

"You have a better idea?" Talis asked.

"We wait for someone who does not call Khajiit fleabags?" Ariq suggested.

"No joke," Kenarthi added.

"Look I'm curious to see what's going on," Talis said.

"So is Ariq," Ariq said, "This One just does not like the company we are in,"

"Hey, at least they didn't shoot us on site," Wilhelm shrugged.

"Definite plus," Cyrus said, "But I'm with the others,"

"Look, these are the Dwemer we're dealing with. How are you not excited about this!" Talis shook with excitement.

"Coming friends?" Ockham said, "You do not want to be on the beach when the Kovar come back, believe me,"

"Kovar?" Cyrus scratched his head.

"Too many questions, let's just go and let them explain," Wilhelm said finally.

They followed the portly professor and grim Oberon into town. The other crossbowmen followed closely behind. They made their way under the low stone gate and into the shining city. Ariq would occasionally flick his tail and notice the guards flinch every time. Kenarthi soon caught on and followed Ariq's lead. They smiled each time on of the masked guards jumped at every slight movement of their tails. They soon realized it wasn't only the guards' attention they had, but the entire city's as well. Those small people they had seen from a distance now clustered along the road to ogle the foreigners. Everyone glanced amazed at the strange, round eared men. Talis stuck out due to his dark complexion though his ears fit in just fine. Tara fit in well with the Dwemer although her skin looked thoroughly sun kissed compared to them. By far, Ariq and Kenarthi got the strangest looks. Many bystanders stared and pointed at the two murmuring curiously among themselves.

"Kenarthi is used to standing out, but this is ridiculous," She said to Ariq.

"Well considering they all look the same," Ariq said, "Hardly even different hair color besides shades of black,"

"Hey, look that one has pink hair," Kenarthi pointed.

"What? Impossible," Ariq looked over and indeed he saw a pink haired Dwemer shying away from their gaze. There was a whole section of the crowd that sported and entire rainbow of hair colors.

"The Dwemer are a strange people indeed," Ariq concluded out loud. The throng began to thicken in front of them as they passed a building lower than the rest. It had a wide front with columns of gold and rows of glass windows decorated the front. The bystanders began to decrease in age before the building, from the aged adults into fresh faced youths staring wide eyed at the group. Many held books which they subsequently dropped as the travelers passed by. Looking in the windows, Ariq found even more faces looking out faces pressed against glass. The crowd became so thick that Oberon had to shout to try and clear the way.

"Official business!" Oberon roared, "Students return to your classes!"

"What did he say?" came a voice from a crowd.

"That the guards are asses!" another joked setting the crowd into a fit of laughter. Oberon however, did not think it was funny. He lifted a horn from his belt and blew into it with one hand and raised his weapon with the other. The guards behind them formed a ring around the group and began to "urge" students to back off. At the sound of the horn, more armored guards flowed out of the streets and created a path through the crowd.

They were pressed close together by onlookers. A hand reached out to touch Ariq from the wall of Dwemer. He jerked back too far and bumped into Kenarthi. He quickly apologized while she just smiled and shrugged. Ariq moved further away from the wall of Dwemer to avoid further groping. Kenarthi did not seem to mind the closer proximity. It took a while to finally clear the Dwemer onlookers. Many more guards were called to help and several of the winding side streets were blocked as was the front of the spoke road. While the onlookers were mostly compliant, the guards were still hard pressed to keep them in order.

"We'll never get them to the center this way," Oberon said, "Ockham, we're leading them though the stones,"

"Good we can visit Horace on the way there," Ockham said.

"He lives there now?" Oberon asked Ockham.

"He moved here a while ago," Ockham said matter-of-factly, "You should come by more often,"

"I see him at meetings often enough," Oberon defended.

"Obviously not," Ockham said.

They finally turned on a winding road that led into a surprisingly darker area of the city. The golden structures that reflected light were gone in this area. While the tall ones remained, the smaller structures were made of stone with the signature Dwarven metal for decoration. They came to the last house on the road. It was a small thing decorated in typical dwarven carving but it had two large metal stacks on either side of it. Ockham walked up to the door and tapped a button that generated a pleasant ringing sound inside the house. The travelers were fascinated by this although the Dwemer did not seem to care.

"Who is this guy we're gonna meet?" Wilhelm asked.

"Hello? Who's there?" Came a deep voice from within.

"It's Ockham and Oberon, Horace," Ockham replied.

With a loud creak, the door opened. Out stepped an old dwarf with a surprisingly ashen complexion. He looked like a blacksmith right down to the sooty apron, but his face was as bright as can be. Even before he uttered a word he filled them all with joy and an air of friendliness. He and Ockham embraced.

"Good to see you again so soon, Ockham," Horace said. He extended a hand to Oberon who was not in the mood for hugs, "Good to see you as well Obby, it's been too long,"

"That's not my name," Oberon said flatly.

"It is while you're here, Obby," Horace said beaming. His gaze turned to the seven travelers. His eyes grew twice their size in wonder as he looked them over.

"Is that..," He tried to start.

"The ones your daughter found? I think so!" Ockham rubbed his hands together.

"Again, we have no way of knowing..," Oberon began.

"Only one way to find out, Obby," Horace said excitedly.

"Is she here?" Ockham asked.

"Yes, yes, she's downstairs," Horace said, "I'll go get her. Show the guests to the parlor,"

"Horace, they need to be brought to Karandur right away. We can't stay long," Oberon said.

"It will only take a moment and I'm sure the travelers are famished," Horace said.

Horace ran off like a shot to the back of the house. Oberon had the guards still with them to watch the front of the house. Ockham led them off to the right into a large area filled with chairs and couches. Ockham sat himself in a large stone chair with Oberon standing beside him. Wilhelm spied a pillow covered couch and sat himself on one end. Hjalmar sat on the other. Cyrus found a chair and quickly sat himself in it and spread out to discourage any dispute over his territory. Seeing only one chair left, the rest decided it polite to leave it for Horace, so Tara and Kenarthi sat on the floor. Ariq followed suit although he allowed himself some personal space. Talis, uncaring sat himself right in the empty middle of the couch. Minutes ticked by in silence as they waited for Horace to return. As the silence became awkward, Ockham spoke up.

"He must be having some real trouble," Ockham said, "She can be such a difficult girl. Always tinkering away,"

"So, this girl is the one we talked to?" Talis asked.

"If you even talked to her," Oberon muttered.

"That's what I'm hoping yes. Ah, here they are now," Ockham said.

Horace reappeared. In his wake, he led a reluctant girl by the hand. She was not resisting, but she did not want to be there either.

"Come now, I just need you to tell me if you've seen them before," Horace urged.

"Dad, what are you talking abooo... ut" The girl's eyes found the party sitting in the parlor and widened. The rest of the party looked back. The girl on the wall Ariq thought with his mouth slightly open. Talis stood on his feet. The girl looked at them for a second more, and then she took off back down the hall Horace and dragged her from.

"Damn, it was so hard to get her up here," Horace sighed.

"Don't worry. I think we have our answer," Ockham said.

"So, what happens now?" Cyrus asked.

"Now, we go see Karandur, and you talk," Oberon said grimly.

The Viceroy

"Where are we going?" Tara asked.

"Our good Viceroy Karandur would like to see you, so we're going to the city hall to meet him," Ockham explained.

"And bring no weapons either," Oberon insisted.

"Not likely," Hjalmar grumbled.

"You have my word nothing will harm you," Ockham swore

"Fine," Hjalmar conceded.

Horace collected all their weapons and took them to the back. Ariq made sure his boot knife was secure then followed Ockham out the door. More guards congregated outside. These new ones did not carry the strange crossbows, but rather mean looking batons on their hips.

"Is this for our protection or yours?" Ariq asked.

"Both, you are an unknown quantity after all," Ockham answered.

"Makes sense," Ariq admitted.

Horace soon followed with Jadera in tow. She seemed reluctant, yet excited at the same time. No one said much as they walked, but Wilhelm always had to point out something that looked beautiful or strange. They did not face a crowd this time. The populace must have had their fill, or the guards were blocking view of them except for Hjalmar whose head stuck above their crested helmets. The spoke road they came to was bustling with activity. Aside from the pedestrian foot traffic, large spheres rolled along the paved road as well. When one of the sphere popped open and a skinny metal man stood erect, the travelers jumped out of their skins. Ariq even made a move for his boot knife. In Tamriel, similar automatons had tried to kill them with tiny crossbows and swords attached to their arms. The ones here lacked these lethal components and instead, the dwarven sphere handed a small package to one of the passersby. The Dwemer thanked the machine and moved as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Ockham noticed their reaction, but Ariq quickly put his knife away before he aroused suspicion.

"Are our spheres gone in Tamriel?" Ockham asked.

"No, but they are usually bent on killing anything near them," Talis explained.

"Yes, that is precisely why we don't use them as guards anymore," Ockham said, "They proved most unreliable. In fact, we mostly use them for decoration now," He pointed to a nearby statue that looked exactly like the sphere that had just popped open.

"That's a little unsettling," Tara flinched, "I feel like it could hop down and kill me any second,"

"It seems we left quite a mess back in Tamriel," Ockham said.

"Damn straight you did," Cyrus heartily agreed.

"Oh well not much we can do from here. Now come. Old Kary's not terribly patient," Horace shrugged. The others did not approve of his passiveness, but said nothing. Straight ahead, beneath the highest buildings in the city, a squat, rounded gold building sat square in the center where the six spoke roads converged to form a round plaza at the center of the city. The skyscraping towers made the central building all the shorter.

"Ah, I see they've lowered city hall," Ockham remarked, "Must be a closed session,"

"Closed session?" Talis asked.

"Yes, if it were public the building would be raised to accommodate a crowd," Ockham told, "Those lines on ground mark the extent of the complex when raised,"

"That or their waiting," Horace said.

Looking down the group found three circular lines falling back from the round center with the furthest line created a ring only a few feet from the edge of corner buildings.

"That building rises?" Hjalmar asked, "I'll believe it when I see it,"

Right as the words left his mouth there was the grinding of hidden gears. Oberon held out his arm and halted them at the edge of the plaza. Three rings radiated out from the central building. As the grinding continued the plaza began to fall away. A wall of gold shot up from the outer ring and cut the plaza off from the rest of the city. In the very center was a single doorway just wide enough to cover half the street. After several reverberating clicks, the noise ceased and the building settled. The Dwemer moved on indifferent, but the foreigners were glued to the spot in astonishment.

"Ariq has seen this once," Ariq said.

"Where?" Kenarthi asked still staring at the wall in front of her.

"Skyrim," Ariq said.

"Huh," Was all Kenarthi could say.

"Seems like an arena," Cyrus said.

"Some days it feels like it," Horace said, "Welcome to the Forum,"

They proceeded inside, but the guards did not follow them in. Ariq guessed the inside must be secure enough. Greenish white lights shone bright on either side of the entry corridor. It was almost as bright as day. Stairs led up and out at regular intervals to the side. At the end of the hall there was a grated door blocking entrance into the very center of the Forum. All of them, with the exception of Kenarthi, had been in dwarven ruins before, but the reality of being in one that was not only function and intact, but also came with live dwarves was finally settling in for them.

"Order! Order everyone! We will examine the outsiders thoroughly when they finally arrive," came a rumbling deep voice.

"Oh my, Karandur is not in a patient mood," Ockham hurried down the hall. A lever hung on the wall. Ockham pulled it and the door slid down into the floor opening the way. Ariq wondered why the door lever was on the outside. It must have been a design flaw.

"Not to worry, good Viceroy!" Ockham called, "We have arrived,"

"About time," Oberon mumbled.

"We came as soon as we could," Ockham shrugged.

As the travelers entered the room all the Dwemer in the room stood up. This place truly was an arena. The space between the rings was raised seating that overlooked the now exposed building. In the very middle of it all were two ramps running along either side of the circular dais, much like the ruined structures of Tamriel, where sat three more Dwemer. Each stood behind a podium that covered their lower halves. The leftmost dwarf wore simple dark clothes that contrasted her bronze hair, while the rightmost dwarf wore simple white clothes that went with his silver hair although he did not show any other signs of age. The center Dwemer stood a head taller than the ones on either side of him and his royal purple garments set him apart. His mouth hung wide open until at last he closed it to form words.

"It appears our junior Diviner was not mistaken after all," Karandur said. His voice projected across the entire space. The crowd murmured amongst themselves.

"These are the ones you contacted, correct?" Karandur asked.

"Yes," Jadera blushed. Her voice did not carry, but was heard all the same.

"Then I suppose there is no need to introduce yourselves as we are already know your names," Karandur said.

"Grand Artificer Karandur," Oberon bowed, "These…outsiders were found on the outer beach. If reports are to be believed, they fell from the sky. The Kovar were very active near the beach when they surfaced,"

The crowd listened intently. The whole city appeared to be in attendance.

"No mortal magic has been able to penetrate that dome," Karandur said, "How is it you were able to get through?"

"We were sent by the goddess Kyne," Wilhelm said. Ariq did not approve of his candor.

"So, we still have the gods' attention," Karandur nodded and the crowd did the same, "Tell me, what reason could Kyne have to send you here?"

"Do not tell them," Ariq whispered.

"We've got no reason to lie," Wilhelm said.

"Something does not feel right," Ariq whispered.

"We came to find the Dwemer. Your disappearance is the greatest mystery of all time. I guess Kyne helped us because we were in Atmora," Talis said quickly.

"Ah. You are curious about our great 'Migration.'" Karandur said.

"It's been the dream of many scholars to know the truth," Talis said.

The Dwarves in black and white whispered in each of Karandur's ears. The crowd remained silent and stared intently at the exchanged. Karandur stood.

"So, you aim to learn more about the Dwemer do you?" Karandur said, "Then you shall. As Viceroy of this city, I hereby grant you full access to all Bel Doredol facilities,"

"Hold on a moment, Viceroy" Oberon protested, "You can't possibly be granting them full access to the entire city?"

"They must have a security escort for the more sensitive areas of our great city, but I'm sure it won't a problem for you," Karandur assured.

"I still don't like this arrangement," Oberon crossed his arms.

"It doesn't matter, Oberon," Karandur said seriously, "They have his blessing,"

"Damn it," Oberon said under his breath.

"You do not want to go against him again do you Oberon?" Karandur asked.

"No, sir," Oberon said and stormed out.

"Horace, Ockham. These strangers are your responsibility. They are to be taken care and educated to the best of your abilities," Karandur instructed.

"With pleasure, sir!" Ockham bowed as deeply as his belly allowed.

"We will, Kary," Horace bowed.

"Come my friends, you have much to learn about us!" Ockham said excitedly, "And if I'm not mistaken we have much to learn from you as well,"

"Let's show them the city before you get to dissecting them," Horace joked. The Khajiit looked at each other with worry.

"Alright. This meeting is adjourned," Karandur declared, "Council of Science stay for a closed session. To our visitors, welcome to Bel Doredol,"

"C'mon Jadera," Horace encouraged, "Let's show these guys the city,"

"Alright," Jadera said.

"Ah, no argument this time," Horace smiled, "Curiosity got ya?" Jadera blushed.

"Where should we start? I'm thinking the University," Ockham suggested.

Hjalmar and Cyrus groaned.

"Let's plan and walk, Ockham," Horace said, "Let's get moving everyone!"

They waited for the stands to clear before they set out. A small group of Dwemer gathered around the dais. Karandur pushed a button and the gears whirred to life again. Horace gently guided them to a safe spot as the building reverted to its original form. The stands sank into the floor and the cobbled stone street slid over and left only the outline of the three rings. Horace and Ockham excitedly made plans on their way out. Jadera followed close behind her father. Ariq brought up the rear and as the group exited. Just before the walls went up, he felt Karandur's eyes follow him closely. Ariq looked back to see the side dwarves whispering in his ears and pointing to him. The building walls shot up around the dais and the roof unfolded from the walls.

"Ariq, come on," Kenarthi pulled him along, "Time to explore,"

Ariq smiled, Free run of the city he thought happily rubbing his hands. As they exited the building Wilhelm made a realization that stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait," Wilhelm stopped, "Ariq has free run of the city,"

"Ah Shit," Talis grumbled.

Day in the City (Inspired by "Science" TSFH)

"Alright, where should we start? I say a better view of the education district," Ockham suggested.

"I say we get through the political district first then wind our way around and end in the education district," Horace offered.

"Why start is political?" Ockham asked.

"Get the boring stuff out of the way," Horace shrugged.

"Wait. Before we go anywhere we need to figure one thing out," Wilhelm said.

"What's that?" Ockham asked.

"Who's keeping an eye on, uh, Rahjin?" Wilhelm said.

"What do you mean?" Horace asked confused.

"He always wonder's off on his own somehow," Talis explained, "And we need to blame someone for it when he does,"

"Ok I'm calling an exemption," Tara said, "I watched him for when we worked together,"

"Fine, exception granted," Wilhelm said.

"Oh what? By that logic everyone is exempt," Talis argued, "We've all watched him the past few weeks,"

"Are you not going to say something, Ariq?" Kenarthi whispered to him.

"No, this is far too entertaining," Ariq smiled.

"Alright, blade, paper, stone to decide who watches him," Wilhelm said.

Ariq smiled and watched as everyone but the exempt Tara gathered in a circle and made their hands into the shape of a blade, stone or piece of paper. Ockham and Horace watched curiously with their heads cocked sideways. After the first round of the game, Talis, Hjalmar and Kenarthi had each won with stone smashing Wilhelm and Cyrus' blades. Wilhelm and Cyrus faced off. Ariq's vision wandered. He scanned as much of the city as he could. To the west, he saw a section of the city opened into a large square in between two spoke roads. Lining the square and trailing off into many side streets were stalls and shops selling every variety of goods imaginable. Where there were shops and buyers, there was gold. Bright, shiny, easy to swipe gold. Ariq rubbed his hands together. In order to make sure he did not stick out like a sore thumb, Ariq turned himself invisible and moved silently into the market square.

"Ha! I win," Wilhelm said.

"In what reality does paper ever beat a rock?" Cyrus pouted.

"Um…he's gone," Hjalmar pointed out.

"Dammit Cyrus you had one job," Wilhelm teased.

"What? No fair. He was clearly gone before I lost," Cyrus argued.

"Nope. Your fault," Talis said.

"Oh dear, we've already lost one of them!" Ockham said worriedly.

"Oberon is not going to be happy," Horace shook his head.

"He'll turn up sometime," Wilhelm assured, "He always does,"

"We should still look for him," Kenarthi said nervously, "He does not know the city after all,"

"I will not lose any of you on my watch," Ockham added.

"We'll get more lost looking for him than he will looking for us," Talis said, "If Cyrus had just done his job,"

"Shut up," Cyrus said although he was slightly amused.

Ariq was having a great time on his own. He wandered the market square eyeing every shiny trinket and gaudy garment being sold. He kept an eye out for anything small enough to fit in his pockets. He was hardly a kleptomaniac, but a long history of heists and small odd jobs of thievery had certainly embedded some of those tendencies. He was most interested in the small craft stalls. The sellers proudly displayed handmade jewelry and toys that they had crafted with their own hands. Ariq wondered briefly where they found the raw materials for these crafts, but was distracted by the wonderful strangeness of the goods.

One toy in particular caught the wandering Khajiit's attention. It was a small metal frog with a key stuck in its back sitting amongst many other animals with a similar predicament. Ariq expertly swiped the frog and put it in his pocket. After finding a secluded spot, Ariq pulled out the frog and studied it in his hands. It was made of that bronze like material that Ariq had only ever seen the dwarves use. The frog's eyes emerald green glass with painted black pupils. The eyes looked in opposite directions giving the frog a comical unfocused look. Ariq tinkered with the strange key on its back. He found that the key turned and he rotated it until it turned no more. Upon release, the frog sprang to life. Literally. There was a small whirring and clicking; then the hind legs kicked back and propelled the toy out of his hand. Ariq reeled back in surprise. The key in its back spun slowly as the toy made leap after leap with perfect balance. He quickly swept the frog up although its legs kept kicking in his pocket. There was a cry of surprise and Ariq realized a young Dwemer boy had just watched a toy frog fly and disappear into nothing. Ariq hurried away.

Ariq explored the market. The frog, thankfully, had stopped kicking in his pocket. He wondered what raw materials he could find in the market. Ariq had a fondness for crafting and even if he could not make something right away, it was nice to have the materials for later. At first, all he could see was that special dwarven metal. Maybe Wilhelm would like some, Ariq thought, but the cat could only carry so much. A bottle of dark liquid finally caught his eye. He examined it closely. This was oil. Dwemer made dwarven oil! This stuff was rare in Tamriel and made an excellent temper for weapons. He grabbed the bottle and shoved it quickly into his pocket.

A cry rang across the market. Ariq's gaze shot around looking for the person who saw a bottle of oil disappear into thin air, but the cry wasn't for him. Across the market, a woman was pointed at a hooded figure bolting right towards Ariq. In his hands, he held a large bag belonging to the woman. Ariq saw an opportunity. He put himself directly in the bolting thief's path and made himself visible again. Ariq saw the thief's eyes widen as he tried to stop himself, but ended up crashing into Ariq and knocking them both over. While the thief struggled to his feet, Ariq pretended to try and pull himself up with the struggling man's body and put the thief even more off balance. Ariq saw armed guards making their way towards the scene and quickly made his move. He snatched a small pouch of gold from the thief's belt and pick a beautiful necklace out of his pocket before the guards arrived.

"Stay where you are!" One guard shouted with leveled crossbows.

Both the thief and Ariq threw their hands in the air.

"You, take that hood off!" The other guard yelled.

The thief hesitated, but, at the insistence of the crossbows, threw back his hood. His face held a numerous number of scars and a broken nose. Ariq noticed his eyes were mismatched with one being green and the other brown.

"Not again Ronac," One guard shook his head.

"Come on, you know who I'm with," Ronac said defiantly.

"You can explain to them how you got caught tomorrow," The guard said, "You can't keep doing this,"

"Just one more chance guys. C'mon," Ronac pleaded.

"One night in the hole Ronac," The other guard said firmly.

"You'll regret this," Ronac snapped.

"Suuure we will," The guard produced what looked like two large bracelets held together by a chain and clasped the two bracelets around Ronac's wrists. They then turned their attentions to Ariq.

"Aren't you one of those outsiders?" the guard asked.

"Did This One's appearance give it away?" Ariq poked.

"Watch your mouth, cat," The guard said annoyed, "Where are your friends?"

"Over here!" A shout came from behind. It was Ockham hurrying to the scene. The others followed close behind.

"He's with us," Horace said, "Take it easy,"

"Looks like he's here by himself," The guard pointed out.

"Well the naughty kitty seems to have wandered off by himself," Tara said. Ariq stuck his tongue out at her.

"Professor, you'd do well to keep an eye on this cat," The guard said, "We don't need him getting mixed up in trouble,"

"Yeah, you should keep him locked up," Ronac said.

"Shut up, Ronac," The guard scolded, "Come on, we better get this troublemaker taken care of. Professor, I don't want to see this cat in trouble again,"

"You've spoken to Oberon, haven't you?" Ockham said.

"Yes, yes I have," The guard said.

The other guard grabbed Ronac's arm and roughly lead him away. Ronac looked back at Ariq. Ariq smiled and fished the necklace out of his pocket and covertly showed it to him. The Dwemer thief flashed him a death glare and struggled with the guard, but after a rough reprimand, hung his head and let the guards lead him away.

"See, I told you he'd be in the markets," Cyrus said.

"Shut up, Cyrus. That was my idea," Wilhelm said.

"So it's my fault when we lose him but not when we find him?" Cyrus asked.

"Neither of you would have found him without that little scene there," Talis pointed out.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Ariq encouraged.

"Are they always like this?" Jadera quietly asked Kenarthi.

"Yes," Kenarthi answered.

"Take it easy everyone," Horace said, "Since we're here, we may as well show you the market district,"

"Might was well show it in detail" Ockham said, "We can't show them the whole city today,"

"Well show them the education district tomorrow and I'll show them the crafts districts the next day," Horace suggested.

"Let's get on with the tour," Wilhelm said, "Before Rahjin disappears again,"

"Kenarthi will keep track of him," Kenarthi offered.

"Go for it," Cyrus said, "Load off my back,"

"Have Hjalmar hold onto him," Tara suggested.

"Yes, you wouldn't get out of that," Hjalmar nodded, "Just a little twist of the…"

"Alright, alright. Rahjin will not wonder off," Ariq surrendered.

"Well I guess we will start our tour here," Horace said.

He and Ockham showed them around pointing out this or that store that sold these or those items. Many were like shops and stalls back in Tamriel although some did sell interesting Dwemer baubles like the frog in Ariq's pocket. Ariq was making mental notes on what shops he may visit later for more nefarious purposes when Kenarthi interrupted his thoughts.

"Why do you do that?" She asked.

"What?" Ariq's head dropped out of the clouds.

"Why do you sneak off on your own like that?" Kenarthi clarified.

Ariq shrugged, "Habit, This One supposes,"

"Seems rude to This One," Kenarthi said.

"If This One sees something interesting, This One must investigate before he forgets," Ariq explained.

"But what about your friends?" Kenarthi asked.

"Well This One never forgets them," Ariq smiled.

"Smooth," Kenarthi rolled her eyes.

"This One tries," Ariq bowed.

"…And here's a sweets shop where we sell a variety of candies and other sugary items," Horace pointed.

"Sugary, you say?" Kenarthi's ears perked up.

"Would you like to go inside?" Ockham offered.

"But of course," Ariq said and both the Khajiit bolted inside.

"Ockham," Tara said, "You just made a very big mistake,"

"Whatever you do, do not offer to buy them anything," Wilhelm warned.

"Oh, what harm could there possibly be in a few treats?" Ockham said dismissively and He and Horace followed the Khajiit inside. The whole group looked worriedly at each other.

Ariq and Kenarthi on the other hand were having the time of their lives. Everywhere they looked there were brightly colored treats and tiny frosted cakes. Their tongues hung out of their mouths and saliva poured out. Jadera looked at them as if they had gone mad while the others rolled their eyes. Horace then made his largest mistake ever.

"Go on and grab a few things," He offered, "I'll pay for them,"

"Horace what have you done!" Talis said.

"We will be conservative," Kenarthi assured.

"Yeah, right," Tara rolled her eyes.

In less than a minute both Khajiit had no less than ten treats apiece of the widest variety possible. The Dwemer looked wide eyed at the spectacle while the travelers could not stop themselves from laughing.

"I warned you," Wilhelm reminded.

"Um…yes that might be a little much," Horace said, but he could not resist the pleading eyes of the cat folk and gave in. He passed their strange colored coins to a flabbergasted shopkeeper.

"Enjoy!" The shopkeeper told the strange Khajiit.

"We will," Ariq smiled.

The Khajiit happily munched away on their sweet treats as the tour continued. They wound their way through one more street then the path opened. In an open area, twice the size of the market square, stood the most beautiful sight they had seen in the city.

"Welcome to the Market Gardens," Ockham said, "Crown Jewel of the district and perhaps all of Bel Doredol,"

In Tamriel, many of the Dwemer ruins had some plant life in them. Bare white trees usually stood tall in those old ruins with mushrooms climbing the crumbling walls. Not in Bel Doredol. White barked trees boasted a lush canopy of bright green leaves. A rainbow of flowers colored fenced in patches of otherwise bare earth. Some colors they had never seen before. Verdant grass filled in the rest of the area where the cobblestone paths didn't cover.

"It is a beautiful place isn't it," Horace said with a smile.

"Once they clean up the after-weekend nights that is," Jadera remarked.

"You've added to the mess once or twice yourself," Horace poked.

"Dad," Jadera quietly protested.

"What goes on here on weekends?" Talis asked bailing out Jadera.

"See that pub over there?" Ockham pointed, "That's Nilli's. The place can get a little rowdy at night,"

"Pub you say?" Tara asked.

"I for one could go for a stiff drink," Hjalmar nodded.

"Been too long since I've had a good one of those," Cyrus agreed.

"I don't know," Ockham said, "Do you know how bad these pubs can get in Bel Doredol,"

"Elf I come from Skyrim," Hjalmar said proudly, "Ain't no rougher bunch then us Nords,"

"I love them already," Horace smiled, "C'mon Ockham, let's show these strangers how Dwemer do it,"

"The pub it is," Wilhelm said.

"Won't take long for word to get out the strangers are drinking there," Horace said.

"Nilli's business is about to explode," Ockham heartily agreed.

Night in Bel Doredol

For a civilization that had been disconnected from the outside world for centuries, the pub looked almost exactly like a typical Tamriel tavern. There was a counter where sat patrons hunched over mugs enjoying their brews of choice, while table groups talked and laughed raising strange metal cups that the Dwemer must have used for flagons. A steady hum of voices filled the room with sound. But something was missing. Oh, Ariq thought, nobody has a weapon at all! A novel concept for the rough and tumble travelers from Tamriel. It made Ariq miss his beloved crossbow even more. Hjalmar seemed disturbed by the calm.

"This is what counts for a tavern for you dwarves?" Hjalmar asked confused.

"It does seem a little tame," Wilhelm agreed.

"It's still early," Horace said, "Things will pick up,"

The patrons noticed the strangers. The noise died down. Every Dwemer in the room stared at the novel sight before them. Ariq shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.

"Seems things will pick up soon," Ariq whispered to Horace.

"Oy! Horace, can I get you and yer friends a bit to drink?" A stocky Dwemer shouted behind the counter, "Oh quit yer staring everyone, I'll keep um here a good long while for yer viewing pleasure,"

"Don't be too sure, Nilli. Our friend Rahjin here's been known to bolt," Horace smiled.

"Ockham, my dear! Haven't seen your ilk for a long while," Nilli said warmly, "Too busy for a drink, are we?"

"Oh Nilli I'll always find time for you, darling," Ockham chuckled.

"I missed that silver tongue of yours," Nilli giggled, "Now I assume yer paying so let's get yer fine friends some drinks,"

"Couldn't agree more," Hjalmar said.

"Like 'em strong, don't you?" Nilli smiled.

"How can you tell?" Hjalmar asked.

"Matches that fine figure of yers," Nilli raised her eyebrows.

"Whoa, Nilli," Horace said, "Don't scare our guests off already,"

"Alright, nothing for Nilli," Nilli laughed, "Unless the next fella in line here…"

"Taken actually," Wilhelm said.

"Aren't all the good ones," Nilli sighed.

"Let's get the drinks!" Cyrus said.

"Impatient, alright," Nilli shook her head, "Round of vodka comin' up,"

"Umm…This One actually is not alcoholic!" Ariq called back.

"Just bring some milk for the kitty!" Wilhelm instructed.

"That is racist," Ariq protested.

"Make it two milks!" Kenarthi called.

"But also true," Wilhelm shrugged.

"That is not the point," Ariq tried to hold back a smile, "You are not helping Kenarthi" Kenarthi just laughed.

"Milk drinker," Hjalmar shook his head.

"At least Ariq will leave here on his feet," Ariq pointed.

"I'll drink a whole cask of this 'vodka' and walk out of here on my hands!" Hjalmar boasted.

"You sure about that?" Tara asked eyebrow raised.

"Drink more than you anyway," Hjalmar said.

"That a challenge?" Tara puffed out her chest. The other patrons became enthralled with their exchange.

"Oho! Little elf thinks she can outdrink a Nord, does she?" Hjalmar grinned wide.

"I'll drink you under the table, bastard," Tara gave a fierce grin. The Dwemer behind her raised mugs and cheered. Even the quiet Jadera smiled and joined.

"This will get interesting," Ariq said.

"Sounds like a good ol' fashioned drinking contest out here!" Nilli cheered. She had in her hands a tray with tiny glasses and a few bottles of a clear liquid the likes of which none from Tamriel had seen. She set bottles in front of each of them except the Khajiit.

"What is this?" Hjalmar picked up the tiny cup, "It's so small,"

"That is a vodka glass," Nilli explained, "Can't have too much of this stuff at once,"

"I see you know nothing about Nords," Hjalmar said proudly.

"And you know nothing about vodka," Nilli shook her head, "Have a swig and we'll see how you feel,"

Hjalmar dismissed her and knocked back the contents of the tiny glass. The entire pub held its breath. Hjalmar hesitated a moment, then his eyes widened and he let out a loud cough. The entire room cheered.

"See there, big fella?" Nilli grinned wide.

"I see," Hjalmar beamed, "I'll have another!"

"Hey, Hjal," Tara said, "My turn," Tara knocked hers back and her eyes widened same as Hjalmar, but she kept her mouth closed. She flashed a wide smile at Hjalmar.

"I have to get in on this," Wilhelm said, "Make it a three-way contest?"

"This can go nowhere but wrong," Ariq shook his head.

"It's going to be great," Cyrus said.

"Are you joining the contest?" Talis asked.

"Nope, but I'll need some for those lovely ladies over there," Cyrus downed his shots and went off to said ladies.

"Will you join, Talis?" Ariq asked.

"Actually, Jadera wanted to talk to me," Talis said.

"About what?" Ariq asked confused.

"I have no idea, but I'd like to find out," Talis said. Only Ariq and Kenarthi were still standing there.

"Oh, almost forgot the milk," Nilli palmed her forehead, "Here you are my feline friends,"

"People seem fascinated by us, but you seem fine," Kenarthi said.

"Saw you already at the Forum, though I admit I'm a little curious about you," Nilli shrugged, "But I'll leave curiosity for Ockham. I just serve drinks,"

The noise had grown and all, including the honorable professor Ockham were cheering at the Wilhelm, Hjalmar and Tara's drinking contest. The small glasses now littered the floor and the participants were starting to wobble. Each stumble brought on a chorus of cheers from the onlookers. Ariq did not usually like a loud level of noise.

"Shall we get out of the noise?" Kenarthi asked as if she sensed his thoughts.

"Fine by Ariq," Ariq said.

Kenarthi raised an eyebrow and Ariq noticed his slip. Fortunately, he did not think anyone else heard. The only place they found where the noise was even slightly dulled was outside. Crowds of Dwemer walked into the bar apparently to witness the spectacle the drinking contest had become. No one even noticed the walking cats sitting off to the side. The Khajiit sipped milk for a while. The light was fading into a semblance of night, and standing lamps kept the streets bright. Ariq looked up at the sky.

"Strange there are no stars," He remarked.

"Why Rahjin?" Kenarthi asked out of nowhere.

"What?" Ariq asked confused.

"Why call yourself Rahjin?" She clarified, "could it have to do with the Rahjin?"

"The thief god Rahjin who once stole an entire city?" Ariq said, "Yes,"

"Because of the Thieves' Guild?" Kenarthi raised an eyebrow.

Ariq sighed, "Yes,"

"What did you do?" Kenarthi probed.

"Ariq wronged the guild and was kicked out," Ariq explained.

"Did you steal from the guild?" Kenarthi asked.

"Why are you so curious?" Ariq turned the questioning.

"Well we have been around each other for about a month or so now..," Kenarthi began.

"Nice try," Ariq said, "Most people are done after a week or so,"

"Fine. Then let Kenarthi start by saying that Kenarthi coming to save you in Hammerfell was not a favor for Tara," She said.

"It was Tara's favor to you?" Ariq asked confused.

"Almost," She said, "Tara asked if This One was available to provide transport of someone to Skyrim from Hammerfell and when Kenarthi found out it was you, she could not refuse,"

"Why?" He cocked his head.

"Oh please," Kenarthi said, "Khajiit are never famous. It is always the humans like Tiber Septim or elves like Galerion who get talked about, yet for some reason, This One's ship gets 'requisitioned' in the south end of Tamriel, to load up troops to find a Khajiit all the way in Northern Skyrim!"

"Ariq did not know he was that famous," Ariq rubbed his neck.

"Really? Elenwen following us all the way to Ash Mountain did not hint at it?" Kenarthi said.

Ariq laughed, "Ariq did nothing to Elenwen,"

"The officers on Kenarthi's ship went on and on about a Khajiit disrupting operations and killing Thalmor agents," She said.

"Ok. Ariq did do that," Ariq conceded.

"Kenarthi has no love for the Dominion so she approves," Kenarthi smiled.

"Good to know," Ariq said, "But you were so curious enough about Ariq to come with us through all this mess,"

"Kenarthi will just say that it was not only your fame that caught her attention," Kenarthi smiled.

Ariq silently gulped not knowing what to say. Luckily, Ariq was saved by drunks. The steady noise from the pub escalated into frantic cheers and drunken whoops and the inebriated occupants began to spill out. Dwarf after dwarf wandered out, in varying degrees of sobriety. Some stumbled over to patches of grass and vomited profusely on the beautiful green lawn. No nearby flowers survived the onslaught. Ariq was surprised. They had been outside longer than he thought. He recognized two voices that rang out in the air. Wilhelm and Hjalmar came stumbling out holding onto each other for support badly singing something unintelligible at the top of their lungs. Tara leaned on Hjalmar other side swaying her head in time. Kind of.

"Hey, who won?" Ariq asked them.

"Won waaa?" Tara asked.

"The drinnnk *hic* contest, stoopid," Hjalmar sputtered out.

"Yeah. Who did wiiin?" Wilhelm tried to ask.

"I shink…it was me!" Hjalmar,"

"Pleesh, how many did yoummmhave," Tara asked.

"What comes affffter ninthteens?" Hjalmar swayed. Ariq and Kenarthi looked astonished. That vodka was indeed strong.

"I still theenks I beat you," Tara slurred. She slid off Hjalmar's side and sat flat on her butt while the other two stumbled forward a bit. A sober, but greasy looking Dwemer stepped over to help Tara up.

"Here my poor lass. Let me help you off that pretty little ass," The greasy Dwemer creepily extended dripping fingers.

Hjalmar stepped in. He put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder and roughly threw him aside. The greasy Dwarf flew across the street and into a vomit pile.

"Gets your gressy mits off my elf you damn skeever," Hjalmar said.

"Wah? Wers da skeever? I'll kill im. I'll split hizz skull," Tara waved fists in the air but did not get off the ground.

"Ha, elfsh got a Nord's heart," Wilhelm pointed out.

"Shhe needs a Nord name *hic*" Hjalmar proclaimed. After thinking for a long time said, "Tara Skull shplitter. That'll be it!" he then fell heavily on the ground. Wilhelm tumbled after him. The Khajiit shook their heads. Soon a tipsy looking Talis and Jadera made their way out of the pub. Jadera's mouth dropped open seeing the Nords and wood elf collapsed on the ground. Talis could have looked less concerned. Horace came out and laughed hysterically. Ockham made his way out talking to Nilli.

"So that should just about do it, that's all I have with me right now," Ockham said.

"Keep yer money Professor. That night was one of my best in a while," Nilli said, "Might not be their best morning though,"

"What?" Ockham wheeled around, "Oh isn't this just wonderful. How are we going to get them back?"

"We could just leave them," Ariq shrugged. Kenarthi punched his arm.

"I heards thash troll fashe," Wilhelm gurgled.

"Guess we gotta carry them," Horace said.

"But Horace, we've got to cross an entire district to get them back to my guesthouse," Ockham complained.

"It's the simplest solution," Horace shrugged, "I thought you appreciated those,"

"Yes, when they don't involve me walking that far with three heavy foreigners," Ockham protested.

"Hey, aren't we missing one?" Talis noted.

"How dare you!" came an offended voice from the pub. A group of Dwemer women threw a flailing Cyrus out of the pub flat on his face. Nilli doubled over laughing.

"You knows you lerve it," Cyrus tried to stand up, but a metal mug hit him square in the head and he collapsed on the pavement.

"There he is," Ariq laughed.

"Make that four heavy foreigners, Ockham," Horace smiled.

Ockham sighed.

"So, we're staying with you?" Kenarthi asked.

"Of course, I had my guest house prepared immediately after the meeting," Ockham said, "And now I suddenly wish I didn't live across town."

Professor Ockham's Research Extravaganza

Ariq and Talis carried Hjalmar, Wilhelm leaned on Ockham, Kenarthi held up Tara and Horace dragged Cyrus along behind him. Horace kept them on a well-lit path through the city. The street lights glinted off the golden buildings and created a starry effect on the walls although the sky remained plain pitch black. Ockham lived a long way from the pub. The drunks even began to regain consciousness before they arrived. Ockham's house was a mansion. At first, a tall, square hedge ran right up to a barred gate. Behind a well-kept lawn even greener than the gardens was Ockham's immense house. The structure was three stories tall and beautifully crafted of stone, metal and glass. A young Dwemer was waiting to meet them at the gate.

"Everything is ready, Professor," The dwarf bowed.

"Thank you, Karrik. Be sure to have our wake up special ready in the morning," Ockham said.

"Yes, sir," Karrik held the gate open then disappeared into the night.

The guest house was a mere shack compared to the main house although the stone house was the same size as most normal houses. The rooms were well prepared for them. Kenarthi gently led Tara into the smaller bedroom and the others went into the larger one across the hall. Two bunk beds and a single bed awaited them. Talis quickly snagged the single bed.

"Should we not leave the lower bed for one of the drunks?" Ariq said.

"I'm not sleeping in a bunk bed," Talis said firmly, "I'm not a child,"

"I can make it…up there," Cyrus said. He heaved himself over the top and flopped with a heavy thud into the bed. They lay Hjalmar and Wilhelm gingerly into the lower bunks and then Ariq took the top. The entirety of their journey caught up to him at once and he fell immediately to sleep.

Ariq had an uneasy sleep. He had no dreams, but he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Every now and again Ariq would wake up breathing heavily. Hours passed before he could fall into restful sleep.

Ariq woke to the sound of groaning. The drunks from last night slowly sat up in their beds. Wilhelm conked his head on the top bunk, fell right back down, and let out a twice as pained moan. Cyrus was lying half on half off the top bunk. He must not have had a restful sleep either. Hjalmar put his head in his hands.

"Good morning sunshines," Ariq said.

"Stow it, milk drinker," Hjalmar said grumpily.

"My head," Wilhelm mumbled, "What happened?"

"Nothing as bad as when you tried to outdrink Sanguine," Talis mumbled as he just woke up.

"Daedra of debauchery is hard to outdrink," Wilhelm said.

"Who won the contest by the way?" Ariq asked.

"I have no idea," Wilhelm admitted.

There was a groan from the other side of the door. Ariq hopped out of bed and investigated. A sick looking Tara was being helped into a small washroom by Kenarthi. It wasn't long until the retching started. Fortunately, the others did not hear or they might have joined in as well.

"This One thinks Tara may have lost the contest," Ariq said.

"Yeah poor Tara," Cyrus groggily lifted himself up, "She didn't get thrown out,"

"You deserved it," Talis said.

Someone knocked on the front door, but before waiting for a response in walked Ockham. He seemed to be worn out from last night. He did not have the spring in his step he had yesterday. Slight bags crept under his eyes, but remained as bright as they had been before.

"Hello!" He called.

"Not so loud please!" Tara called back.

"Oh, forgive me," Ockham lowered his voice, "Is anyone ready to go?"

"Go where?" Asked Talis. The sober Dunmer, Ariq, and Kenarthi came out to meet Ockham.

"Why to the university of course!" Ockham said, "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Rajhin, Kenarthi, our records hold very little information on Khajiit and I would like to conduct some research about your species,"

The two looked at each other nervously.

"Oh! No, nothing invasive!" Ockham said quickly, "Just a basic physical examination and cultural analysis,"

"That does not sound much better," Kenarthi said.

"Well how about a trade of information?" Ockham proposed, "Examination for our history,"

"History as in how you disappeared from Tamriel?" Talis asked hopefully.

"Why yes," Ockham smiled.

"Ariq! We get to solve one of the greatest mysteries of all time!" Talis shook with excitement, "You are getting examined!"

"Slow down, Talis," Ariq said.

"So you also go by Ariq?" Ockham noticed immediately.

Ariq sighed, "Yes This One is called this as well,"

Ockham took out a notebook and scribbled a quick note on it.

"It seems the examination has already begun," Kenarthi laughed.

"Alright we will do it," Ariq said.

"Very good, let's be on our way," Ockham encouraged.

"Who is going to watch the drunks?" Ariq asked.

"We're fine!" Tara called right before another fit of vomit.

"Good enough for me!" Talis said excitedly, "Let's go!"

They returned to the domed structure they had seen on their way in and were even met with a similar crowd. Young Dwemer swarmed the Khajiit as soon as they stepped on campus. Everyone had to walk up and say hello, offer a hand shake, or ask a question. Ariq and Talis stoically followed Ockham, but their progress was slow as Kenarthi just had to say hello, shake hands and answer questions from everyone that came up to them. Ockham had to dismiss the crowd when they finally reached the door for fear it would take another hour to reach his lab.

The inside of the college university was very plain compared to the outside. Gold only gilded the building and the inside was dismal stone. Even the lights seemed dull. Ockham led them through square corridors and narrow stairs to his laboratory. It was not what Ariq expected. A glass pane made up an entire wall so anyone in the hallway could see inside. There was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere in the room.

"It's so…sterile in here," Talis said.

"Of course, we can't have a proper examination if particles continually sully the observation," Ockham said.

Both the Khajiit flicked their tails nervously.

"Oh don't worry," Ockham laughed, "There will be nothing invasive, just a few checkup procedures and of course I have cultural questions as well,"

"Ok then," Kenarthi said.

A young student walked by.

"Ah, Copac! How are your studies?" Ockham asked.

"Going fine, Professor. These the foreigners?" Copac said.

"Obviously," Ockham chuckled, "I'm just about to conduct some research, care to join?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I have other things to attend to." Copac eyed Talis menacingly as he left.

"Charming." Talis muttered.

"Ladies first. Just sit on the table here," Ockham said gently, with a small mallet in hand.

Kenarthi reluctantly sat. With a quick flick of his wrist, Ockham brought the mallet to Kenarthi's knee and her leg shot straight out. Ariq grabbed the Dwemer's arm before he struck the other.

"Easy, friend. I'm just testing her reflexes," Ockham said soothingly

"Don't be rude," Talis said.

"Kenarthi is fine," She said nervously. Ariq let go.

Ockham repeated the process on the other knee and then put the mallet down, "See, no harm done. Now, I think that earns a question,"

"What happened to you?" Talis blurted out.

"I guess bookkeeping in Tamriel is as bad as the records say," Ockham sighed.

"You were working on the Heart of Lorkhan and you just teleported here?" Talis said too eager to wait for Ockham's answer.

"Essentially yes," Ockham said surprised, "This was long before my time mind you. Many generations have passed since our famous Exodus. I'm old, but not that old. Tell me are you at all familiar with 'The Calling'? Follow the light dear," Ockham held some odd contraption in front of Kenarthi's face.

"No," Talis said.

"Think of it as a great cord that binds all the Dwemer one to another," Ockham continued, "When on pulls on the cord, all can feel it. Can you open your mouth and say Ahhh,"

Kenarthi gave him a strange look, but obliged.

"Anyway, from what is written in our records about our famous Exodus, the Dunmer were closing in on the laboratory where lay the heart and only Kagrenac stood to defend it. There was only so much the great Tonal Architect could do. He was only one mer after all. He attempted to use the Calling to bring the entire race to his side, but he knew they could only travel at the speed of their feet so he meant to make the process instantaneous. Hold still. You're doing great," Ockham said.

He looked through a cone down into Kenarthi's ears.

"And then what?" Talis asked impatiently.

"Kagrenac took his tools and touched the heart," Ockham said, "His plan worked, but instead of all the Dwemer being teleported to Red Mountain, the entirety of the Dwemer people and the Heart teleported here, but Kagrenac's Tools were gone. A few of our Animunculi came with us miraculously as well. They went to sleep not long after so we put them up as statues,"

"But why here? And how have you not gotten out yet?" Talis bounced with excitement.

"Hold on, I think I get to ask a question first," Ockham said, "Do you mind if I examine your tail?"

"Um…Kenarthi would rather you did not," Kenarthi said.

"Ah well. I'll ask then. Does the tail act as an appendage like an arm or leg?" Ockham asked.

"Um…well This One supposes. It as a mind of its own sometimes," Kenarthi said.

"Mm hmm," Ockham scribbled down a note.

"So back to us now?" Talis asked.

"Ask away," Ockham said, "Ariq would you take a seat?"

Ariq hopped up on the table and subjected Ariq to the same tests.

"Why are you all still here of all places? Why haven't you gotten out yet? Or are there other Dwemer elsewhere?" Talis asked.

"Multiple questions again, but all the same answer," Ockham said, "I suppose this is a sick joke of Lorkhan's. He's the reason we're here anyway,"

"But Lorkhan's dead. The heart was just all that was left of him," Talis said.

"You can't kill an Aedra although pre-Exodus records say you can," Ockham said, "Believe me we've tried, but that Heart is sentient and we're sure Lorkhan brought us here. We've got no idea how he created the entire city out of gold, but here we are,"

"How is it a cruel joke? A city made of gold already made for you, sounds like just another challenge," Talis said.

"Do you know how hard it is to change a city of gold?" Ockham said, "Only recently has the stone quarter Horace lives in been finished and we've been working on that for generations,"

"But the Dwemer built vast underground complexes through solid rock that spanned miles and miles. How can you not change a gold city?"

"Almost all magic was taken from us. Our ancestors even lost the Calling. It was as if Lorkhan took the cord and shattered it. All that was left was unusable knowledge as the rules completely changed for us. We remembered the way to make our precious metals, but without our magic we could not create forges to do it. We could not shape reality the way we used to. The first year of our time here is known as the year of Self Destruction. Many Dwemer killed themselves rather than live without the power they had lost, but in our lifetime, we have seen magic resurface. Too late for poor Kagrenac though, oh what they did to him before they buried him. They did not even record it."

"Wow. That explains a lot," Talis said quietly.

"Oh, don't worry for us. This was generations ago. We still hold our education in high regard. Many still live long and happy lives as we are. People like Horace even love the challenge of creating without magic. Only people like Karandur and his diviners still try and emulate our lost civilization," Ockham said.

"Isn't Jadera a diviner?" Talis asked, "Do you not approve?"

"It's a good distraction for those who actually have magic. Better than them exploding in the streets again," Ockham shrugged.

"What?" Talis asked amazed.

"We didn't have any magic teachers. Only that one that could see outside the ice dome. Very good, Rajhin. Now I believe I have six or seven questions before you get to ask another,"

"That's alright, I've still have to make sense of your answers," Talis said.

"Tell me, how are you so fluent in Dwemeri? Is it still common speech in Tamriel?" Ockham asked.

"This One believes Kyne would allow us to understand you," Kenarthi shrugged.

"Ah yes. Divine power would do that," Ockham scribbled down more notes, "Now some cultural questions for the Khajiit. Tell me about the mating process. Is it different from the other cultures in Tamriel?"

Both Ariq and Kenarthi glanced at each other nervously.

"Welp, I'll leave you to it," Talis slipped out of the room.

"This is going to be a long day," Ariq said.

After a long and awkward conversation, they were finally saved by Talis's return. Horace was with him.

"Hey Ockham, if you're done making these two squirm, do you mind handing them off to me? I'm taking them to see Jadera at work," Horace said.

"Oh fine, but I would still like to see them later. I feel I'm just beginning to understand their culture and physiology," Ockham said.

Ariq could not shuffle out of that room fast enough.

"Sorry about that," Horace said, "But you know, he's a professor. He's all kinds of strange,"

"Where are we going?" Kenarthi asked.

"You're in for a real treat," Horace said, "You're going to see where the Diviners Chambers where Jadera works. A fine example of Dwemer ingenuity if I do say so myself,"

"You would just us in there?" Ariq asked.

"Karandur insisted," Horace said, "He was adamant we take you down there,"

"That sounds ominous," Ariq mumbled.

Heart of the City (inspired by "Science" TSFH)

They returned to the guest house to find Oberon waiting for them. The others were all dressed and looking anxious to go. It was as if they had never collapsed in the street the night before and spent the morning with her insides on her outsides. Oberon tapped his foot impatiently.

"You like to take your time don't you, Ockham," Oberon said.

"Research is not something to be rushed," Ockham said.

"It is not wise to keep him waiting," Oberon said unhappily.

"He's not going anywhere," Ockham dismissed.

"Who in Oblivion is he?" Cyrus was sick of this.

"Don't worry, we'll take you to him," Ockham assured.

"Let's go, Ockham," Oberon said, "The diviners will want to see this as well."

They travelled back to the center of town. The building still sat low in the middle of town each entrance guarded by two security officers. Nothing big going on today it seemed. Out of the corner of his eye, Ariq thought he saw something. A shadow that flicked out of existence the moment he looked at it. He grew suspicious. His suspicion did not matter now as they entered the guarded building.

"Be warned, my friends," Ockham said, "Very few people ever get this privilege,"

"Talk too much of this, and we'll be forced to take drastic measures," Oberon warned.

"How drastic?" Ariq asked.

"It depends," Oberon menacingly, "Talk, and I'll toss you in prison for the rest of your life. Tamper, and I'll put you down with no second thoughts,"

"Got it," Ariq nodded.

"Shall we?" Ockham smiled.

They returned to The Forum in its town hall form. It was practically deserted now that it was being used for public spectacle. The space seemed much smaller when the seats were full. Karandur was not there, but his black and white cronies stared silently down at them from the dais.

"He is ready for us yes?" Ockham asked.

"This is gonna drive me crazy," Tara mumbled.

Both the Dwemer nodded.

"Everyone in the middle of the platform, please," Oberon said.

The group clustered inside a circle in the center of the chamber. Ariq was not altogether happy about the close quarters, but was happy it was Kenarthi he was close to. Oberon nodded when they were finally all packed in and the Dwarf on the right pulled down a heavy lever. With a hiss and a jerk the floor beneath their feet began to sink. Ockham chuckled at their sudden surprise and his calm kept them from leaping away. Oberon uncaringly stared straight ahead. The platform descended slowly down a smooth stone tube. Lanterns of pale blue light intermittently lit the way. After falling for about ten minutes all but the Dwemer felt uneasy.

"How deep are we going Ockham?" Kenarthi asked.

"Fairly," Ockham said, "This is the deepest point in the city,"

"Why make it so deep?" Tara said, unnerved by the underground.

"Can't have someone tunnel into it from their basements, now can we?" Ockham replied.

With a relieved hiss, the platform eased to a halt behind a metal grated door that slide open once they came to a complete stop. No less than ten armored guards stood stock still on either of a long narrow hallway. The guards snapped to attention upon seeing Oberon. The group could barely pass single file down the corridor. Oberon held the key and unlocked the no doubt reinforced door. Two other guards had to help him swung open the heavy metal. A long flight of stairs guarded by another set of guards lead down to sea colored glass floor. Just outside the center of the room, there was a raised ring of the floor upon which knelt Dwarves in a trance. The white of their robes reflected the blue white light of the centerpiece of the chamber. It was a heart. It floated in the air, steadily beating. The heart was enormous. The ring of kneeling Dwemer just barely contained its large size. The room hummed with the steady bass beating of the gigantic heart.

"I give you the Heart of Lorkhan," Ockham said.

Ariq and the others walked forward in a daze. They were enraptured by the glowing, beating heart. Ariq was so distracted by the heart he did not notice Jadera among those kneeling around the heart. Talis, however, noticed her almost immediately.

"Jadera!" Talis waved.

Jadera snapped out of her trance and waved back at him. Unlike before she seemed excited to see them. Ariq noticed Copac was sitting beside her. He opened an eye and frowned at Talis. He muttered something under his breath and Jadera reluctantly returned to her business. Talis's eyes bore into Copac's skull.

"This is the he we've been talking about," Ockham said.

"Wait, so this is the Lorkhan?" Wilhelm said, "God of Creation?"

"That's the one,"

The voice was not Ockham's. It hadn't been Oberon's either. In fact, upon close inspection, both were frozen. Looking around, everyone was frozen except the travelers.

"Neat trick huh?" An ethereal projection floated down to greet them. He had an elvish look to his face, but was somehow also human at the same time.

"Lorkhan?" Wilhelm spoke at last.

"Isn't it Shor to you?" Lorkhan laughed.

"Shor's bones, it really is Shor!" Hjalmar said excitedly.

"The Nord's liking that hall I built for them in Sovngarde?" Lorkhan smiled.

"Um…We have no idea," Wilhelm stammered, "We, you know, haven't died yet,"

"Hm. I thought I left a rift to Sovngarde at Skuldafn, but oh well," Lorkhan shrugged, "being stuck in one place for a long time will make even an immortal forget,"

"You really are a god then," Tara stretched out her hand to touch Lorkhan, but her hand passed right through him.

"Not a god. Just an incredibly powerful immortal really," Lorkhan admitted.

"But, you created Nirn," Kenarthi pointed out.

"Me? Noooo," Lorkhan laughed, "The real gods made it for me,"

"What?" Everyone asked at once.

"Please, the gods aren't as smart as you give them credit for," Lorkhan rolled his ghostly eyes, "Even high and mighty Magnus was sucked into it,"

"You have got some explaining to do Lorkhan," Talis said.

"That subject may break your minds my lovely mortals, but now to business," Lorkhan said, "I suppose you know your coming here was not entirely by accident,"

"Yeah one of those stupid gods dropped us down a hole," Cyrus said.

"Ah, not god, mortal, goddess," Lorkhan corrected.

"So?" Cyrus said.

"I happen to like that particular goddess," Lorkhan smiled.

"Hold on a moment," Talis said, "Don't tell me you're the reason we're down here,"

"She must have told you you'd know it when you saw it," Lorkhan said.

"She also told us to bring what was hers back to her," Ariq pointed out, "This One does not know how we are supposed to do that now,"

"You're right," Lorkhan said, "The dwarves would miss their only power source if you took that away,"

"You power the city?" Talis asked.

"You're very perceptive, aren't you?" Lorkhan said, "Oh don't make that face, that artificial sun doesn't power itself,"

"The Dwarves have done such things in Tamriel without you," Talis said.

"Not since I took away their magic," Lorkhan chuckled, "Shoulda seen the looks on their faces when they found realized they couldn't shape reality anymore,"

Tara coughed, "If you're so powerful, why does Kyne need us to get you? Can't you leave yourself?"

"Hey do you know how much power it takes to run this place?" Lorkhan told, "Not to mention the extra magic to keep the dwarves put and powerless as well?"

"Is that why the city has no exit?" Wilhelm asked.

"No obvious one," Lorkhan said, "I control a few guardians to keep them from leaving that way, and there's no way they can dig out,"

"Those giant sea snakes?" Tara said, "The ones that could have eaten us?"

"But they didn't," Lorkhan pointed out.

"Nah, they just tossed us like rag dolls at the shore!" Cyrus said.

"You lived, didn't you?" Lorkhan said.

"Barely," Cyrus pouted.

"They also kept you from drowning," Lorkhan said.

"And for that we thank you, Shor," Hjalmar nodded.

"Gratitude. I like it," Lorkhan smiled, "Don't get a lot of it from the Dwemer,"

"So, there is no way out of here?" Talis asked.

"Hold on, let me do something first," Lorkhan's ghostly face looked strained. The group looked around nervously to see what he was doing. Nothing changed in their immediate vicinity so they began to relax.

"What's going on?" it was Jadera. She stood up and marveled at the frozen scene around her.

"Come over here, Jadera. I want you to here this," The ethereal immortal waved her over. She hesitantly obliged. She stood shyly next to Talis.

"No need to be scared, Jadera. I like you more than the average Dwemer," Lorkhan said, "Why do you think I let you reach to outside world?"

"What. In. Oblivion?" Cyrus held his face in his hands, "I'm so confused.

"So is everyone else," Wilhelm confirmed.

"Well allow me to explain," Lorkhan began, "I'm tired of being here and need your help getting out of here,"

"That does not answer much," Kenarthi pointed out.

"Look, there is a lot I could say, but little you would understand," Lorkhan explained, "The point is, I'll need all eight of you to help get me back to Tamriel,"

"Eight?" Jadera said.

"Yes, my dear. You too," Lorkhan said.

"But I don't really know these people," Jadera protested.

"Oh, I'm sure you want to though," Lorkhan winked.

Jadera blushed but asked, "Does this mean I have to leave Bel Doredol,"

"It does indeed," Lorkhan smiled.

"I don't know about this," Jadera mumbled.

"Oh, come on," Lorkhan dismissed, "I've you. You hate it here and want to explore the wider world,"

"But what will happen to the dwarves once you're gone?" Talis asked.

"They'll have to consider alternative energy," Lorkhan shrugged, "But they will also be able to leave when they want,"

"You're the reason we can't leave?" Jadera asked surprised.

"I should have included her earlier," Lorkhan mumbled, "Yes but there is a way out of here,"

"Which is?" Ariq asked. They all leaned in.

The frozen dwarves began to move. They looked to be moving through syrup.

"Damn, running low on power," Lorkhan said, "I'll tell you when you get me out of here and remember, size doesn't matter. Don't tell the others you saw me!"

"What?" all eight asked together.

"Excuse me?" Ockham asked.

"Nothing," Wilhelm covered. Oberon did not seem convinced but he did not say anything.

"Ah Jadera, nice of you to join us," Ockham said pleasantly, "Perhaps you would like to tell our friends what goes on down here,"

"Um, yes, well," Jadera shook herself back to reality, "This is where those of us gifted in magic called um Diviners, channel energy through the Heart of Lorkhan to do helpful stuff,"

"Like what?" Talis tried to keep a casual conversation going.

"Like um…reach the outside world, like I did. See the future, you know, stuff that will help us better the race and eventually leave the city," Jadera had a little trouble saying the last bit.

"Waste of time if you ask me," Oberon said.

"Interesting," Wilhelm nodded casting a sideways glance at the other dwarves. Hjalmar mimed thoughtfully stroking his beard. Tara nodded but nervously drummed her fingers. The Khajiit tried to remain as straight faced as possible. Cyrus just had a blank look on his face.

"Are you all alright?" Oberon asked suspiciously.

"Fine," They all answered perhaps a little too quickly.

"Oh, don't be so paranoid, Oberon," Ockham wave his hand dismissively, "What are they going to do surrounded by the finest guards the city has,"

"What could we possibly get away with indeed," Ariq muttered under his breath.

"Huh, they said Lorkhan wanted to speak to you, but he hasn't said a word," Ockham observed, "Guess our good Immortal here changed his mind,"

"Changed his mind yes," Wilhelm said.

"Yes, how sad," Kenarthi added.

"Well, there's not an elaborate set up to show you down here, but I'm sure Jadera can give you a tour," Ockham said.

"I think we've seen all we can see," Talis said.

"Well alright then. Sorry for the big build up. It must be disappointment," Ockham said.

"Not the biggest disappointment This One has ever had," Kenarthi said.

"Well we don't have much daylight left, but I'm sure Horace would love to entertain you for a bit. He's almost as curious about you as I am," Ockham said.

"Um yes let us do that," Kenarthi said.

"I'll come with you all," Jadera said, "I think the others can live without me for today,"

"Well, well. This is unlike you, Jadera," Ockham said, "But I shan't repress your newly found friendliness let's go,"

They all left with Jadera keeping closer to Talis than the others. Ariq looked back and noticed Copac staring menacingly at the Dunmer. Oh well. It didn't matter. The eight of them had a lot to think through.

22. Who the Dwemer Are

Once again, they came to the homey stone abode of Horace. He seemingly knew they were coming as he was more than prepared for their arrival. Horace opened the door wide before Ockham even had the chance to knock.

"Aren't we eager?" Ockham said.

"My daughter brought home friends. This is a rare occasion for me," Horace shrugged.

"Dad. What did you do?" Jadera asked suspiciously.

"I just made dinner," Horace said.

"And?" Jadera pressed.

"I may have pulled out your tinker toys," Horace mumbled.

"Daaad!" Jadera explained.

"What? They're new here. They'll think there cool," Horace said.

"This should be good," Talis giggled.

"Shut up," Jadera said unhappily.

"I'll leave them to you, Horace. Try not to let them wonder off. I've got enough to take care of," Oberon said.

"You need to relax more, Obby. Come in. Have a meal," Horace invited.

"Thanks, but surprisingly I have a lot to deal with because of these outsiders," Oberon said and sharply turned away.

Horace's power of foresight was impeccable. His table was spread with more than enough for all of them to eat and more. Everything looked edible as well. Ariq had pictured the dwarves growing strange flora of odd shape and size to eat, but the food on the table seemed entirely normal. Only one thing was missing.

"The roast should be ready by now," Horace said.

Horace pulled the roast out of the stove and turned to find Wilhelm and Hjalmar seated at the table with utensils in hand. The normal ones joined them around the table in a more patient manner. Ariq realized just how long it has been since he had a fresh meal and he happily dug in. It was clear Horace had questions on the tip of his tongue, but he was gracious enough to wait until they were done stuffing their faces.

"You're all an assorted group," Horace said at last.

"You bet. Even by Tamriel standards," Wilhelm said between bites.

"What brought you all together?" Horace asked.

"Him," Talis pointed to Ariq.

"How'd you manage that?" Horace asked.

"We looked for a Dwemer artifact actually," Ariq answered.

"Is that so?" Horace raised an eyebrow, "Did it magically transport you here?"

"You could say that," Kenarthi said.

"We found an airship," Ariq explained.

"Fascinating! Glad I didn't have water in my mouth," Ockham bounced in his seat.

"How did you manage all that?" Horace asked.

"Wilhelm. You tell it," Ariq said.

Wilhelm pushed back his now empty plate and leaned forward, "Alright. So…"

With many exaggerations and miscounted details, Wilhelm recounted their adventure from Ariq's arrival in Skyrim all the way to their takeoff on the Aurora from Ash Mountain. Poor Wilhelm could not answer all Ockham's questions about the inner workings of the Aurora, however. Talis filled in the gaps as best he could, but could only do so much. Ariq was surprised at their line of questioning. He felt that mechanics would have been passed down. They still had amazing machines after all. Ariq slipped the mechanical frog from his pocket and took a closer look. The frog looked like a Dwemer construct alright with little cogs and gears all whirring together, but it seemed altogether mundane. Every other construct he had ever encountered had just a spark of Dwemer magic that made it altogether fascinating. Ariq was pulled from his head by a jab to his ribs.

"Ariq!" Kenarthi whispered.

"What?" Ariq jolted awake and stuffed the frog quickly back in his pocket.

"Do you still have the Tuning Sphere?" Ockham asked.

"Uh…yes, it is in This One's pack back at the guest house," Ariq answered.

"You must show me when we get back," Ockham said.

"Of course," Ariq said quietly.

"Say Rajhin, you and Kenarthi love sweets, how about you come help me check on dessert," Horace suggested.

"This One should come as well," Kenarthi said.

"It's alright Kenarthi. I'm sure you can trust his judgement," Horace said.

"Oh, Kenarthi is not sure about that," Kenarthi said and stayed in her seat.

Ariq gave her a playful nudge and he and Horace went to the kitchen. When everyone else returned to their conversation, Horace closed the door.

"Are you feeling alright?" Horace asked concerned.

"This One is fine. Why?" Ariq asked confused.

"Even children get bored with those toys quickly," Horace pointed to Ariq's pocket.

Ariq held the toy, "This One is fascinated by your technology, but it is not like what you left behind in Tamriel,"

"Ockham told you we lost our magic when we came here, correct?" Horace asked.

"Well yes," Ariq admitted, "But the Dwemer always seemed to find ways to circumvent magic,"

"We found ways to circumvent reality," Horace said, "Having to abide by the laws of nature changed us. We still have all our clockwork knowledge, but we can't make things quite the same as we used to,"

"Must be hard," Ariq said.

"Sure, for the first Dwemer here, but now we can only read about the things our people used to do or see the inactive automatons. Most of us enjoy the challenge of doing things the hard way," Horace smiled.

"Does your daughter not attempt to do something like the ancient Dwemer could?" Ariq asked.

Horace shrugged, "I'm proud of her magic. She's one of the first to have it in a long time. I'm just glad she's preoccupied where she isn't going to hurt anyone,"

"That is what Ockham said," Ariq noted.

"It's a common sentiment. Although, her work seems to have done us some good. Well from our perspective it might be sad to you knowing you can't get out," Horace said.

"This One was not really thinking about that," Ariq said thoughtfully.

"Let's serve dessert," Horace quickly changed the subject, "I'm sure they're suspicious about how long we've been in here,"

With a cheer, Horace set out an enormous cake out on the table. Kenarthi gave him a concerned look, but he merely mouthed 'Tell you later'. The cake was gone in minutes and the group sat back contentedly in their chairs.

"And now let's go see the lovely creations my daughter has made!" Horace said

"Dad! Noooo," Jadera whined.

"Nope too late!" Horace said and proudly led his guests to view a wide variety of clockwork toys similar to Ariq's frog that Jadera had put together. Horace was right about one thing. Everyone was impressed. Jadera may have blushed in embarrassment, but Talis assured her repeatedly that what she had done was impressive. The inspected each one as carefully as they could except for Cyrus who clumsily fumbled every one he touched to the point he was forbidden by Talis to touch any more. They could have stayed for hours, but Ockham had other plans.

"It's getting late. We should return home," He said.

"I think I'd like to stay here a while longer," Talis said. Jadera smiled.

"We need to go back together," Ariq said.

"It's fine. We can talk tomorrow," Talis said.

"No. Tonight. You can visit again tomorrow," Ariq said insistently.

"Al…right. I guess I'll come by tomorrow," Talis said hesitantly. Everyone was concerned. Ariq never made demands.

"Come everyone. I'll lead us the quickest way home," Ockham said, "And don't forget to show me that sphere, Rajhin!"

23. Ariq has a Plan

When they returned to the streets, Ariq once again felt as if he was being watched. He tried to fight it, but finally, the feeling overwhelmed Ariq. He had to find out what was going on.

"Go on ahead," Ariq said, "This One has to investigate something,"

"Can you find your way back?" Ockham asked, "Maybe someone who knows the city should go with you."

"This One will be fine. He can find the way," Ariq insisted.

"Perhaps you should still not go alone?" Kenarthi suggested.

Ariq shook his head, "Not this time, but Rajhin will not be long,"

Kenarthi frowned.

"Meet you back at Ockham's," Ariq assured them. The others nodded and headed on their way. Ariq made his way through the crowded streets. He still got a few odd looks but the Dwemer seemed to be growing accustomed to a walking cat. Ariq carefully observed all who passed by. A hooded figure caught his eye as it was very clearly out of place. Ariq followed him easily, but surprising almost lost him. The showed appeared just as he was turning the corner. Ariq found himself in an alley. It was empty, but Ariq knew better. He turned around to face Ronac as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Remember me, freak?" Ronac snarled.

"Typically, This One does not remember amateurs, but in your case of extreme failure…" Ariq said.

"Think you're clever huh?" Ronac snapped.

"This One knows it," Ariq smiled.

"Well the smart kitty foolishly walked down an alley unarmed and alone," Ronac flashed a dagger in his face.

Ariq flicked out his knife and cut Ronac's dagger hand in one deft movement. His dagger clattered on the ground and he let out a yelp of pain.

"Ariq always has a boot knife," Ariq said with a tinge of smugness.

"Thought your name was Rajhin," Ronac said through gritted teeth.

"How would you know that?" Ariq asked, "Seems obsessive to This One,"

"No one makes Ronac look the fool," Ronac spat, "I am the greatest thief this city has ever seen! I know this city like the back of my hand and I will not be humiliated by some freak outsider cat!"

"Like the back of your hand, you say?" Ariq asked scratching his chin.

"What's it to you?" Ronac asked suddenly suspicious.

"This One has an offer," Ariq said.

"And what is that?" Ronac crossed his arms.

"Walk with This One," Ariq smiled.

"I don't like where this is going," Ronac said.

"It could involve Ariq leaving forever," Ariq said

"I'm listening," Ronac perked up.

After a very interesting conversation they arrived back at Ockham's guest house. Ockham was gathered around the table with Wilhelm and Hjalmar. Talis was missing and the others played cards.

"Ahem, This One has business for those from Tamriel," Ariq said.

"Ah, Rajhin, where'd you go?" Ockham asked, "Ronac is that you?"

"Professor," Ronac bowed.

"What business do you have with him?" Ockham asked.

"That's between me and him," Ronac said. Ariq did not argue.

Ockham pulled Ariq off to the side.

"You be careful when dealing with him," He warned, "Ronac runs with a bad crowd,"

"Yes, yes he does," Ariq said, "Fear not, but This One does need privacy with the others,"

"Just give me the Tuning Sphere and I'll go, but Ronac only stays for so long," Ockham grumbled.

"I'm right here, Prof," Ronac said.

"I know," Ockham said angrily.

The others gathered around the table after Ariq handed off the artifact and loudly shut the door. Talis emerged from the back rooms to investigate the commotion.

"Alright, what do you have for us?" Tara said.

"Ariq will let him explain," Ariq turned to Ronac. Ronac glanced nervously at the others. The Nords seemed to make him uneasy. He could not even look Tara in the eye. He cleared his throat.

"I think I have a solution to your problem," Ronac began, "I have a way out of the city,"

Everyone looked at each other excitedly.

"I'll admit the thought of leaving hadn't crossed my mind yet," Wilhelm said, "I thought we'd be here until we got a signal from Lorkhan,"

"If you know a way out, why haven't the Dwemer tried to get out that way?" Talis asked.

"I, uh, stole the info from Karandur," Ronac said with pride.

"Jadera was saying that mer knew more than he let on, but this? You think he would have led the Dwemer out of here already," Talis pondered aloud.

"That is a puzzler," Wilhelm said.

"Perhaps the dwarves are not as smart as they think," Hjalmar said.

"Whatever he was thinking he didn't want people to know about it," Ronac explained, "I had to sneak past a legion of guards and crack three secure doors to get it,"

"Impressive," Ariq nodded, "Puzzle locks?"

"The best the Dwemer have ever made," Ronac puffed his chest out.

"Back to the topic at hand?" Kenarthi reminded.

"Right," Ronac produced a small map of the city from his pocket. There were six wedges of the city outlined by the spoke roads, "We are here in the south-eastern wedge, and our exit is going to be here, in the north-eastern wedge at the edge of the metal worker's district,"

"What is our exit exactly?" Wilhelm asked.

"I think it's a portal out of here. It's hidden deep underground," Ronac said.

"So, what? We start digging and hope no one asks why?" Tara asked.

"How well can you swim?" Ronac asked.

Talis flinched.

"There's a tunnel underwater leading there," Ronac explained, "But the Kovar swarm that entrance. It's why no one's gone that way before, or so Karandur's notes say,"

"Well so much for that plan," Cyrus said.

"Not so fast," Ariq said, "The Kovar did not kill us when we first entered, and Lorkhan told us that he controls them, so with his heart, they will most likely leave us alone,"

"That doesn't solve the swimming problem," Talis said unhappily.

"We will figure that out later," Ariq dismissed.

"But how will we retrieve the Heart?" Wilhelm asked, "You saw security down there,"

"Perhaps you forget who This One is," Ariq said.

"I don't doubt your skill normally, but this is just ridiculous. You don't have much space to make the getaway,"

"This One will need a team," Ariq shrugged, "Ariq will need two helpers,"

"Oh! Me! I'll do it!" Cyrus raised his hand.

"Cyrus, you have the stealth capabilities of a drunk mammoth," Ariq said.

"You skeever-faced bastard," Cyrus protested, "I can do it,"

"I'll go," Ronac said, "Make sure you hold up your end," Ariq nodded.

"Kenarthi will come as well," Kenarthi volunteered.

"Wouldn't Talis be better suited for this?" Tara said, "I mean, you two burned down a Thalmor encampment undetected,"

"So Ariq will need him to help the rest of you sneak out," Ariq said.

"I can do that," Talis said.

"Alright, now that Ariq has his heist team, we should be good to go," Ariq rubbed his hands together.

"What about the rest of us and the sneaking around?" Wilhelm asked.

"You will head straight for our exit," Ariq said, "You need to be on the beach ready when we arrive. Do not go all at once. Too conspicuous,"

"So, we just have to sit and wait until you get there?" Wilhelm asked, "Seems boring,"

"Not much else for you to do," Ariq shrugged.

"You think Jadera would come with us?" Kenarthi asked.

"Talis?" Ariq asked.

"I'll have to ask her. When are we doing this?" Talis asked.

"You will need time to talk to her so day after tomorrow earliest," Ariq said.

"Sounds good. I don't know how long it'll take to convince her," Talis said.

"Then it is settled," Ariq said, "We shall prepare tomorrow, then execute our plan the next morning,"

"Sounds good to me," Wilhelm agreed.

"You realize you guys have no idea where that other portal leads right?" Ronac pointed out.

"That's a good point," Cyrus said, "We could end up dropped down another hole,"

"Do you have a better plan?" Wilhelm asked.

"Live here?" Cyrus suggested.

"Some of us have a life to get back to," Wilhelm said, "Alessia may be wondering where I am by now,"

"And it will begin to feel prisonlike after a while," Kenarthi said.

"Speak for yourself. I'm going to collect my end and stay," Ronac said.

"Heroes charging headfirst into the unknown. It will make for a great song," Hjalmar nodded.

"One for the elves as well," Tara smiled and gave Hjalmar a friendly punch on the shoulder.

"I could stand to stay a little longer," Talis admitted, "But the Heart of Lorkhan is worth it,"

"Back to my crew," Kenarthi smiled but kept her eyes on Ariq. He smiled.

"Well if my services are no longer required, I should head out," Ronac backed out of the room. Ariq grabbed his slashed hand just before he left.

"Make sure you have everything we need," Ariq reminded, "Rat us out, and your payday will not be the only thing you will lose,"

Ronac winced in pain then pulled his hand out of Ariq's grip. He slipped out into the dimming light of the golden city. Everyone else went about their business. Hjal, Wil and Cyrus took turns arm wrestling. Talis retreated to the back room. Ariq joined Tara and Kenarthi in their card game. They played for hours into the night.

"What are we going to do when we get back, Ariq," Tara asked, "We're wanted criminals after all. Thalmor'll be breathing down our necks in no time,"

"Ariq is no stranger to avoiding authorities," Ariq shrugged.

"Gonna be harder than hiding from just the Empire though," Tara said.

"Ariq will manage," Ariq said, "What about you?"

"Guess I'll fall in with the legion," Tara said, "I'll get the most protection out of that,"

"As good a plan as any," Ariq said, "You will return to the Prowler, Kenarthi?"

"This One must," Kenarthi said, "D'jango has most definitely let it go to pieces by now,"

"The Prowler should be fine for a while without you," Ariq said.

"But what else is there to do?" Kenarthi asked, "This One needs work to feed herself and has nothing to run from,"

"Perhaps Ariq shall need discreet passage across Tamriel from time to time," Ariq said.

"You have the Aurora for that now," Kenarthi said.

"Oh yeah," Ariq realized.

"You forget that detail?" Kenarthi asked.

"Ariq will just have to hand it off to Talis," Ariq said, "But that is a later concern,"

"Any present concerns?" Kenarthi asked.

"The heist," Ariq shrugged, "It will be one of Ariq's most ambitious,"

"Seems your only ambition," Kenarthi seemed upset.

"Where did Tara go?" Ariq asked and looked around.

"Helping Kenarthi move things along," Kenarthi then kissed him square on the lips. Ariq sat there stunned for a few minutes. He finally stood up and walked slowly to the bedrooms. Before he was out of earshot he managed to say, "Ariq is not unhappy," And then he ducked into the bedroom, but only for a moment. He turned invisible and sneaked back out. He pressed himself against the wall to avoid Hjalmar and Cyrus coming down the hall. He saw Tara had returned to Kenarthi's side and patted her back. Wilhelm and Talis sat across from them.

"Ha, you scared him off," Wilhelm laughed.

"Hey come on," Tara scolded him.

"Sorry, it's just funny cause it's him," Wilhelm said.

"Look you really can't surprise him like that," Talis said.

"Kenarthi just does not know what to do," Kenarthi sighed.

"Look he likes you. We can tell, but you know you'll just have to wait for him now," Wilhelm explained.

"He won't take forever," Talis assured her.

"Kenarthi is going to go to bed," Kenarthi said and she and Tara got up and once again Ariq pressed himself against the wall. Once the door to Kenarthi's room was closed Ariq made his way back into bed. An uncomfortable knot had formed in his stomach and hours passed before he could fall asleep.

The next day proved to be a very long wait. Talis made the trip back to Horace's house to talk to Jadera. The humans left with Ockham for the metal workers district. Tara and Kenarthi went their own way and Ariq had no idea where they went. He was not feeling up anything that day. He checked his gear once every hour, and when he was not doing that he paced anxiously around the guesthouse. The humans returned first and distracted Ariq with some background noise about Dwemer smithing. Tara and Kenarthi then returned with a few baubles they had bought. Kenarthi seemed less angry at him than the night before, but he still had trouble looking at her. Finally, Talis returned with good news. Jadera had reluctantly agreed to join them.

"She's curious about the outside that's for sure," Talis told them.

"The Aurora does have one more space," Ariq said.

"She'll be there. I gave her the rundown of the plan," Talis said.

"Is everyone ready then?" Ariq asked.

Everyone nodded although Cyrus did not seem particularly happy.

"Tomorrow then," Ariq said.

"Tomorrow," Hjalmar raised a glass and everyone else followed him.

Although he was still anxious, Ariq slept like a baby.

24. The Heist (inspired by "Hypnotica" and "Fire Mountain" TSFH)

Once again, Ariq's tail was in a place he'd rather it not be. He and Ronac marched down the streets of Bel Doredol in heavy uniforms of security officers. Ariq's muzzle was uncomfortably smashed against the helmet's face mask. Kenarthi walked besides them smiling at Ariq's discomfort.

"Too bad you had to cover your pretty face," Kenarthi giggled.

"Shut up," Ariq grumbled.

"Stand up straight," Ronac said, "Guards don't slouch, and stop picking at your tail!"

"Sorry, it itches," Ariq said.

"Here we are, play it cool," Ronac said.

Ariq straightened himself up and adjusted Phoebe on his back. Ronac had advised to bring an x-bow instead of his crossbow to look the part, but Ariq was not leaving Phoebe behind. They approached the city center and not a moment too soon. The guard shifts were changing and the new guards were still settling into place. They coolly approached the fresh guards.

"Letting one of them in to see him," Ronac told the guards.

"I didn't know that he called one of them in," One of the guards asked confused, "We were never told…"

"It was Harden in the last shift, wasn't it?" Ronac asked. Ariq was glad his mask hid his look of surprise.

"Right, Harden, he must have forgotten to tell us. Again," The guard was clearly rolling his eyes under his helmet, "Go on in, hopefully the others realize you're coming and Karandur won't get worked up when he comes back,"

"I'm sure everything will be fine," Ronac nodded, "Let's go,"

They went in, but Kenarthi immediately stopped as the doors shut behind them.

"What about those two creepy Dwemer that control the levers?" She asked, "They might know better,"

"That problem should take care of itself," Ariq assured, "After all, Lorkhan wants to escape,"

"Let's just get this done before Karandur and the diviners come back," Ronac urged.

Ariq nodded and they continued on their way. The three stepped with complete confidence into the main chamber and calmly strode into the center of the chamber. The black and white Dwemer stared strangely at them. Ariq held his breadth. They seemed to know something was up.

"Can we go down now?" Ronac asked impatiently.

The two looked at each other as if they were going to deny them, but then both jumped up with their faces suddenly blank. They absentmindedly grabbed and pulled the levers. The descent felt quicker than the first time they hand gone down. Ariq guessed that Lorkhan was working his magic.

They hit the bottom. This would be different than the usual heists he had pulled off in the dark of night in Skyrim. The effects would be felt all over the city as their main source of power would be ripped away from Dwemer clutches. Ariq took a deep breath. The scene around them began to freeze. None of the guards lining the hallway even flinched as Kenarthi freely walked ahead into the Heart chamber. Ronac froze mid-step as they entered the main chamber. The Heart gleamed much brighter than before, but save Ariq and Kenarthi reacted to the increase in light. Ariq felt a pounding in his chest. Ariq threw off the bulky guard's uniform. He readjusted Phoebe on his back and cautiously stepped up on the ring around the Heart. Kenarthi slipped her hand into his as the ethereal projection once again appeared before them.

"Aww, you came back for me," Lorkhan said.

"You asked us to," Ariq shrugged.

"How are we going to get you out of there?" Kenarthi asked.

"Wow. You didn't plan that much did you," Lorkhan said.

"We wanted to go quickly," Ariq shrugged.

"It's simple. Just touch my heart, Ariq," Lorkhan said, "And hurry, I can't keep the world like this forever,"

Ariq hesitantly stretched out his hand. He could feel the immense power emanate from the still beating heart. Now he knew what Talis felt when the Dunmer had found the Eye of Magnus in the ruins of Saarthal. He touched the tips of his fingers to the glowing artifact at last. An intense surge of energy raced through his body. Mages had shot Ariq with lightning before, but this was different from the painful flow of electricity through his body. He felt the flow of energy race through every fiber of his being and overwhelm all his senses such that he could hardly focus the vanishing Heart of Lorkhan. When the Heart finally faded, Ariq collapsed as if a troll had pushed him. Luckily, Kenarthi was there to catch him.

"Ariq! Talk to Kenarthi, are you alright!" Kenarthi urged.

"Fine," Ariq shook himself, "Just groggy,"

"That tends to happen when you absorb the essence of an immortal," Said Lorkhan.

Ariq and Kenarthi looked wide eyed at each other. The immortal's voice spouted from Ariq's mouth. Ariq quickly put a hand over it.

"Was that, Ariq?" Ariq asked concerned.

"Of course it wasn't you, mortal," Lorkhan said through Ariq's mouth again, "But it was your body,"

"Ariq. Your eyes are glowing" Kenarthi looked scared. Ariq looked down and found that the area where his heart was glowed bright as well.

"Magika residue lingering in your eyes," Lorkhan answered, "nothing to worry about. Oh, but you may want to leave now, time's moving again,"

Ronac's foot touched the ground and immediately the room went dark. Through sensitive cat eyes the feline thieves could make out the guards look wildly around the new darkness. The chamber doors opened and the hall guards walked into the chamber calling names and demanding to know what was going on.

"Ariq? Kenarthi? Where are you?" They heard Ronac say faintly but intensely, "Where's the Heart? Where's my pay?"

Ariq and Kenarthi looked at each other and shrugged. Escaping with the two of them was hard enough and Ariq did not want to pay Ronac so they ran. He liked that necklace he stole. In silence only cats can achieve, the two Khajiit made their way through the stumbling crowd of guards. Ariq's glow went unnoticed by anyone else in the room. Lucky for them, the hall guards were all slamming and tripping into each other. They slinked to the elevator unopposed. Then they ran across a small problem.

"How do we go up the elevator when there is no power?" Kenarthi whispered.

"Oh. That is a problem," Ariq said.

"I got this," Lorkhan said.

Without Ariq's permission, his arm reached out and pushed several control buttons on the elevator. The machine whirred to life and the platform began to move. The guards immediately saw this small glint of light and Ariq could hear the clanging of armor as many tripped over the stairs trying to get up to them and above all, he heard Ronac swearing and cursing Ariq until the end of time. He could .

"Remember, we hit the surface running and don't stop until we meet with the others," Ariq reminded. Kenarthi nodded in agreement.

The dim light of elevator illuminated the room around them when they hit the top. Despite Ariq's reminder, neither moved a muscle when the platform finally stopped moving. They instead found themselves face to face with Karandur.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Karandur growled.

"Um…nothing?" Ariq shrugged.

Then a glow from Ariq again surfaced and his mouth moved again on his own.

"Thank you for all your hospitality of these last many years," Lorkhan said and Ariq bowed, "And while I find having my powers drained for your city about as exciting as any Immortal would, I think it high time I skedaddle,"

"Lorkhan?" Karandur hesitated for a moment, "Guards, secure that cat!"

Out from the shadows of guards aimed x-bows at the exposed thieves. Lorkhan however had no intention of being trapped again. Ariq felt another surge course through him; then a pulse of blue light radiated out from his body and the guards and Karandur cried out in pain covering their eyes and dropping their weapons.

"Move, mortals!" Lorkhan commanded.

Ariq was in a daze from the pulse. Kenarthi grabbed his hand and dragged him along with her as he regained focus.

"Curse you, Lorkhan!" Karandur called as they left the building.

It was pitch black outside. The sun light now hung lifeless in the air. Crowds of people called out desperately and the two thieves could see them wandering and groping helplessly in the dark. Dwarves bumped and jostled each other and some even fell to the ground. Ariq felt the tug of remorse. They seemed so helpless.

Angry red lights popped on along the roads and alleys all around the city. The ground trembled as the Forum transformed into its arena form. Ariq and Kenarthi sprinted and jumped the wall just before the height was too much. A horrible noise blasted across the city as they hopped the last step. Karandur's voice then echoed throughout.

"Citizens will vacate the streets immediately!" Thundered Karandur through the air, "Security Protocol Animunculi is in effect,"

The citizens trampled each other each other to get out of the way and bolted into any building near them. The streets were soon empty. Eerie quiet set in under the dim red light. Ariq and Kenarthi looked around nervously before continuing.

"They said the exit was in the Northwest of the city," Kenarthi reminded.

"Alright, straight down this street should…" Ariq was interrupted by the sound of creaking metal.

Ariq remembered the statues that had looked so lifelike. Up and down every spoke road they awoke. Thin framed men on spheres rolled around cocking small crossbows in their arms. Gigantic Dwemer Centurions stomped off their pedestals with heavy plumes of steam shooting from their chests. In unison, they turned and faced the two tiny Khajiit standing awed in the middle of the road.

"Time for a detour!" Ariq grabbed Kenarthi's hand and they bolted down a side street.

The spheres were right on their tails. Ariq pushed the limits of his speed and Kenarthi kept pace. The automatons fired deadly darts from wrist crossbows. Ariq nearly lost his balance dodging but Kenarthi kept him on his feet. Dwemer spheres gained on them. Ariq could almost feel the steam on his back. He did not look back, but he heard the sclick of blades sliding from metal sleeves. On the other end of the street, a centurion blocked their exit.

"Ariq! Grab Kenarthi's hand, I can get us out of this!" Lorkhan cried clearly despite Ariq's heaving.

Ariq did not argue and without slowing down grasped Kenarthi's hand. A flash of light flitted from his hand to hers. They looked at each other and knew exactly what to do. Just before they ran into Bel Doredol's largest roadblock they ran into the wall, push off, then landed on the low roof just besides them. They landed feet first and stared at each other amazed.

"How did we do that?" Kenarthi asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, the effect wears off so let's keep moving," Lorkhan said.

They leaped from rooftop to rooftop. If the cold metal faces of the Automatons could look angry, Ariq would have been terrified by what was below. Spheres fired frantically at them. More centurions joined and swiped ferociously at them with hammer arms, but did not harm the buildings. This protection did not last forever. The buildings got shorter and shorter as they approached the edge of town, and there was a gap between them and the outer wall that they couldn't jump even with their newfound power.

"We are not going to make it," Kenarthi pointed out.

"The gate is not far. We can do this!" Ariq encouraged, "Back to the ground,"

They slid off the roof and into the spoke road while Lorkhan's spell kept them from breaking their ankles. The Dwemer constructs poured out of the side roads to continue pursuit. Two spheres tried to flank the escapees but just missed and collided with each other. One centurion was smart however and planted itself firmly in front of the outside gate. They did not alter their path.

"Here goes nothing!" cried Ariq.

The centurion shot a boiling steam cloud. Ariq slide right between its legs and barely avoid it unharmed. Kenarthi was a second behind him and was not so lucky. She wailed in pain as her left arm was scalded. The centurion brought his hammer down on her but she clumsily dodged the blow. Ariq ducked back under the automaton's swipe at him which bashed two spheres that had been right behind him. He caught Kenarthi before she stumbled and they passed through the gates.

"Ha! The dwarven constructs can't follow us now!" Lorkhan said excitedly. A bolt whizzed over their heads, "But you might want to get a move on anyway,"

"Will you let Ariq control his own body?" Ariq said impatiently.

They bobbed and weaved their way until they were safely out of range. Fortunately, the automatons had terrible aim. They took refuge behind a sand dune and rested from their chase.

"How is the arm?" Ariq asked concerned.

"Fine. Mostly," Kenarthi answered through gritted teeth. She held up the bright red appendage. Patches off her fur had been scalded off and there was even a black patch or two.

"This One can help," Ariq gingerly held her arm. Kenarthi winced in pain but let him continue. Gold white light wrapped around her arm and the redness receded. Ariq could not grow back the fur, but at least her skin underneath was no longer angry.

"You are versed in magic, too?" Kenarthi asked.

"Simple healing spells," Ariq said.

"Well thank you. It helped a lot," Kenarthi smiled.

"We should get moving," Ariq said, "The guards can still follow us outside the gates,"

"I wouldn't worry about them," Lorkhan said and forced a smile on Ariq's face.

"What do you mean?" Kenarthi asked.

"You'll see," Lorkhan said.

It was a short walk down the beach to the others. It could have been romantic, if the two weren't afraid the might of Bel Doredol would come crashing down on them. The others were eagerly awaiting their arrival. Everyone was back in their traveling gear; once again armed to the teeth. Jadera was the only one without a weapon. She looked prepared enough to travel, but looking at her Ariq did not get the feeling she was quite ready for the kind of trouble they usually got themselves into. Wilhelm gave Ariq back the weapons he had left behind.

"You got the Heart, right?" Wilhelm asked anxiously. The others leaned forward in anticipation.

"You could say that," Ariq answered, and then Lorkhan took control once again.

"Hello, mortals," Lorkhan said through Ariq's now beaming face. Everyone took a step back.

"Oh, that it strange," Wilhelm said.

"He's inside you?" Talis asked.

"Cyrus do not say anything," Ariq caught Cyrus just before he opened his mouth.

"Kenarthi what happened?" Tara looked concerned at Kenarthi's arm.

"A little accident. Do not worry, it is fine," Kenarthi assured.

"We should get going before the army of angry elves gets here," Hjalmar suggested.

"How are we doing that anyway?" Jadera and Talis asked together. Then gave each other a playfully annoyed look.

"Be patient," Lorkhan said, "Our exit will be here soon,"

Just before anyone could ask what that exit might be, an annoyed dwarven voice screamed at them.

"Jadera! What do you think you're doing?" It was Copac and he was not happy.

"I'm leaving the city with these people," Jadera said nervously back at him.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Copac snapped.

"Hey she left you a note," Talis stepped in front of her. She tugged on his sleeve insistently.

"She's not going anywhere without me," Copac said defiantly.

"Oh, is that right?" Talis puffed his chest out.

"Yeah that's right," Copac drew himself to full height which was right on par with Talis.

"She's the only one with Lorkhan's approval to leave the city," Lorkhan thundered in a volume Ariq's voice normally could not obtain.

"Case and point," Talis said with folded arms.

"Well if I can't leave I'm taking her home," Copac said and stepped forward with his arm outstretched.

"Just try it," Talis put himself directly in his way. Jadera grabbed his whole arm now to hold him back. Copac kept advancing but Talis did not move while Jadera gripped his arm. Copac reached around Talis to grab hold of Jadera but she recoiled letting go of Talis's arm. With his arm now free, Talis slammed the pommel of one of his daggers into Copac's belly. Copac fell back wheezing.

"Try again and I'll do worse," Talis threatened.

Copac shot a fierce look at Talis, and then gathered his hand into a fist. He thrust it forward and sent a telekinetic blast that nearly knocked Talis over. That was the last straw. Talis lit his daggers. Jadera tried to grab him and hold him back, but Tara wisely pulled Jadera away from the action.

"Don't wanna get in the middle of that," Tara warned.

"But he'll kill Copac!" Jadera said.

And that did indeed seem to be Talis's intention. Copac just got back on his feet when he had to dodge a slice from a fiery dagger. He hit Talis with another blast which bought Copac enough time to stagger to his feet. Jadera continued to plead for them to stop but Wilhelm, Hjalmar and Cyrus cheered and goaded them on. Ariq watched intently.

"Would Talis kill him?" Kenarthi asked him

"If Copac is lucky," Ariq mumble.

Copac either had some martial training or he was extremely lucky. Either way he was able to keep Talis at bay although it was clear he was losing. Fire began to travel up Talis's arm which seemed to increase his power. He swung harder and harder and the heat from him radiated hotter and hotter. Copac clumsily threw one last blast and at last Talis's fire dagger slammed flat against Copac's head. A cheer came from the onlookers as he crumpled to the ground. Talis pointed his dagger menacingly at the fallen Dwemer.

"Talis Don't!" Jadera cried.

"Hold it right there!"

They looked up the sand dunes to find Oberon and an army of Dwemer guards pointing x-bows at them.

"I knew it was a mistake letting you into the city," Oberon said, "I knew you were nothing but trouble,"

"Where's our exit Lorkhan?" Ariq asked nervously but Lorkhan refused to answer.

"Hand over the Heart of Lorkhan and we just might spare you," Oberon growled, "This is your one chance,"

"Thank you, Oberon, but I will not be returning," Lorkhan said, "I'm afraid this is the end of our ever so long relationship,"

Oberon menacing scowl immediately turned to fear. Rising out of the water, was a golden eyed Kovar. It eyed the Dwarven host with tendril mane writhing in all directions. Three of its brothers joined. The Dwarves just stood there awestruck. The Kovar hissed and loosed jets of water at them. The splashes kicked sand at the guards but not one hit. Copac ran screaming back towards the city. The guards soon followed his example in a less childlike manner.

"Yes! Score one for the sea serpents!" Cyrus cheered.

With the uncharacteristic speed, one Kovar shot down and snatched Cyrus up in his jaws, then dived beneath the waves. Everyone stood there wide eyed.

"They just…ate Cyrus," Wilhelm said.

Not a second later, a second Kovar scooped him and Hjalmar up as well. Ariq did not even have time to run before he and Kenarthi were gathered up into another Kovar's mouth. They did not feel the pain of piercing teeth however. The serpent's tongue rolled around them held them from falling into its throat and held them tight as it dived. Its mouth was airtight keeping any water out.

"Don't worry," Lorkhan said calmly, "It's just our exit,"

"A waring would have been nice," Kenarthi pouted.

"What fun would that be?" Lorkhan laughed.

"Where are we going?" Ariq took control of his own mouth again.

"A portal chamber of course," Lorkhan said, "Easier than swimming, right?"

"Debatable," Ariq shrugged.

They fell dangerously far into the Kovar's throat as it shot upward. The jaws unclamped although they could hardly tell by the darkness. The Khajiit stepped out onto a deep rock shelf with a dim purple glow coming from the far wall. Once on land the Kovar slid quietly back into the water.

"Thank you! Again!" Kenarthi called after it.

"Kenarthi? Is that you?" Tara's voice called out.

"Tara! Where are you?" Kenarthi called back.

"We're all by the portal!" It was Wilhelm's voice.

And indeed, everyone else had gathered by the purple glow. A rough, rocky shelf framed the light.

"What a ride huh?" Wilhelm said.

"What a ride? I almost died!" Cyrus complained.

"Quit complaining," Talis said.

"Aaah shut up, you Bastard," Cyrus shot back.

"Yeah that was scary!" Jadera's voice was almost gone.

"Everyone's accounted for," Hjalmar said.

"Alright, let's do this," Wilhelm said anxious to continue.

"Wait!" Ariq studied the door. Something about the shape of the door disturbed him. Closer inspection confirmed it. He had seen in on countless covers of books that had been locked away in the dark corners of Tamriel.

"This is an Oblivion gate!" Ariq said.

"He's right," Talis confirmed although he had had to squint harder to see it in the darkness.

"What! We're going to Oblivion?" Cyrus said, "Not a chance,"

"Would you rather face the angry guards up there?" Jadera said.

"Yes!" Cyrus said.

"It's that bad?" Jadera asked.

"Depends on the realm," Talis said.

"I know what realm we are entering and rest assured I have the power to get us out of it," Lorkhan said with confidence.

"I can't get over that he's talking through your mouth, Ariq," Tara shook her head.

"That makes two of us," Ariq said.

"If Shor says we can get out, I'm willing to go in," Hjalmar said.

"He will make Ariq go regardless," Ariq said.

"We have you back. Right everyone?" Wilhelm said.

Everyone nodded in agreement except the glum Redguard.

"I hate you people," Cyrus said.

"Off we go then," Wilhelm echoed Ariq from long ago.

"I have a feeling we won't be this enthused for long," Tara said.

Hjalmar and Wilhelm lead the way and disappeared into the light. Tara 'encouraged' Cyrus to go next and followed shortly behind.

"Stay close to me in there," Talis told Jadera. She nodded quietly looking nervously at the door.

"You'll be fine," Talis encouraged. She gripped his arm and they entered together.

"Will we be fine?" Kenarthi asked, "It is This One's first time in Oblivion,"

"Come on mortals let's go!" Lorkhan insisted.

"We will see," Ariq said.

He and Kenarthi passed shoulder to shoulder through the purple glow to Oblivion.

25. Quagmire (Inspired by "Dark Ages" TSFH)

Stepping out of the portal was like stepping into the brightly lit day after hours in the dark. In this case, the effect was reversed. Ariq looked down to see a darkness so deep his eyelids shuddered before he could get a good look at it. He glared deeper into the shadowy miasma. He saw miniscule lights floating and flitting almost unnoticeably disappearing just as you looked at them. Ariq caught glimpses of odd shapes flashes out of sight as light was cast over them.

"Hey! Mortal, take it easy!" Lorkhan shouted in his mind.

Ariq snapped to. A heavy hand was on his shoulder pulling him back. Ariq had not even noticed he was a whisker from the edge of a cliff. The group had come out on a rocky outcropping on the edge of a steep mountain. The ground dropped sharply on all edges and the black miasma nearly seeped over the sides.

"Come back to us, Khajiit," Hjalmar let go of Ariq's shoulder.

"Ariq! Are you alright?" Kenarthi's concerned face was suddenly in front of him.

"He's fine. Right, Mortal?" Lorkhan said.

"Wait, was that Ariq or Lorkhan?" Tara asked nearby.

"Lorkhan," Ariq answered. "Ariq is fine. Thanks, Kenarthi,"

"Or was it Ariq?" Lorkhan joked.

"Oh, this is confusing," Wilhelm shook his head. His sword was out of its sheath.

"Armed already?" Ariq asked.

"It's Oblivion," Wilhelm shrugged, "It pays to be prepared,"

"No joking," Talis said, "I almost went in like you did,"

"Luckily, I got him," Cyrus said a little proudly.

"Everyone, Look!" Jadera pointed.

An enormous tower jutted out of the miasmic darkness. The tower stood as a menacing lighthouse over the black sea. Purple light swirled around the peak masking it from view. Every few moments, a tendril of that light reached down into the darkness, and returned swallowing a wisp-like white light in the high swirling light.

"I don't like this," Jadera took a step back.

"Which plane of Oblivion is this?" Wilhelm asked.

"It's not the Deadlands, or Apocrypha," Talis said, "It doesn't match any description I've read,"

"It isn't Coldharbor," Wilhelm pointed out, "Not enough pained screams from what I've read,"

A scream rang out from the darkness below.

"Ok maybe it is Coldharbor," Wilhelm corrected.

"That was not pain," Hjalmar said, "That was terror,"

"Lorkhan, where are we?" Ariq asked.

"Why would I spoil the surprise?" Lorkhan smiled.

"If you do not want to fight Ariq you will tell him where we are," Ariq threatened.

"The only way to go is forward," Lorkhan pointed out, "Can't go back,"

Sure enough, the portal to Bel Doredol had vanished. All that remained was a smooth rock face where doorway to the mortal realm once stood.

"Fine then Ariq shall wait here until he finds out," Ariq sat down and folded his arms.

"You are no fun, mortal," Lorkhan said.

"So, we're just going to sit here until Lorkhan tells us where we are?" Cyrus asked incredulously.

"We need to know what we're up against," Tara reasoned and the others nodded in agreement.

"Like shit we do!" Cyrus protested, "We need to move before something comes for us. Look! There's movement down there!"

"Exactly, down there," Wilhelm said, "We're fine up here,"

"For how long?" Cyrus snapped.

"Don't worry, man," Hjalmar tapped his hammer on the ground, "We'll protect you,"

"I agree with Cyrus," Jadera said, "Something feels very, very, very wrong,"

"See that's two for me," Cyrus said, "Talis, buddy, back me up here,"

"Relax Cyrus and you too Jadera," Talis held the Dwemer's hands, "We'll be fine,"

"What was that?" Kenarthi looked wide-eyed at the edge of the outcropping.

"See! I told you!" Cyrus said turning around wildly trying to spot the danger.

"Form together!" Wilhelm commanded. Almost everyone huddled together in a semicircle with their backs to the rock face. Cyrus still spun erratically in front of them.

"Cyrus get over here!" Ariq called.

"No! It'll probably drop right behind you!" Cyrus screamed, "It's all your fault I'm here anyway!"

A thundering roar echoed throughout the plane of Oblivion. Everyone snapped too and readied weapons. Something gigantic burst from the dark sea below. Two great dark wings lifted an almost human form to the mountains behind them. It landed on the peak behind them and rattled the entire mountain. The group struggled to keep their balance. It let out another roar that nearly burst their ears.

"I told you! Why does no one ever listen to me!" Cyrus whined.

They got a good look at the creature now. It was a great reptile with backwards legs and split feet. A mouth full of teeth smiled menacingly at them and eyes of burning coal glared. In one mangled hand, it held a great axe easily ten times the size of Tara's. The beast leaped off the mountain and crashed onto the outcropping. The sheer force of its landing threw them off balance and Cyrus went sailing into the abyss below. They heard a sickly crunch a moment later.

"Damn!" Hjalmar shout.

With a flick of the tail, Hjalmar and Jadera went tumbling over different sides the edge.

"Jadera!" Talis called desperately after her.

The beast swung its great axe. Wilhelm threw himself shield first to protect dismayed and stationary Talis. His shield split with the force of the strike and sent the Nord flying backwards straight into Talis and over the edge with him as well.

"You Bastard!" Tara set herself in a frenzy and sunk her axe deep in the creature's leg. It wailed in pain.

"Ha! Take that Daedric scum!" Tara taunted.

She soon ate those words as the creature flicked its split feet and sent her sailing over the edge. All the excitement had taken its toll on the outcropping. It rumbled and cracked beneath them.

"Come on, Mortals, fight!" Lorkhan said. The Khajiit had been slowly backing to the edge.

"Did you not see it send all our friends flying?" Kenarthi said.

"I guess you can stand here and die," Lorkhan said.

"Shut up!" Ariq said, he drew Phoebe and sent a bolt right into the beast's flaming eye. Shrieking in pain it staggered and crashed into the mountain side. That was all the pressure the outcropping could take and it crumbled down the mountainside taking the Khajiit with it. The Daedric beast flew off still roaring in pain. Ariq could see only falling rocks as the black miasma swallowed him whole.

Ariq slammed the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. He heard rocks crash and settle around him, but fortunately, none landed on top of him. Ariq struggled to sit up against a nearby rock to get a sense of his surroundings. He was in the dark sea, no doubt about it. He could hardly see a few feet in front of him even with his cat eyes. He saw his sword nearby snapped in half under one of the fallen boulders. He felt for his boot knife and found it still in good condition. At least he had that. His bundle of bolts had held together and he searched for his beloved Phoebe. Happily, she was not far off and was entirely intact.

"Whew, now that was something, wasn't it?" Lorkhan said.

"Ariq thinks we should have left you," Ariq spat.

"Now that is unkind," Lorkhan said, "I did save you and Kenarthi earlier.

Kenarthi! Ariq remembered, he called out for her.

"Kenarthi! Where are you!" Ariq yelled.

"Help," Ariq heard a weak voice.

"Ariq is coming!" Ariq called back.

"Over…here," Kenarthi responded.

She was not far. Ariq hopped a few boulders and found her lying there unscathed. In the low light, he could her arm was turning red once again.

"Do not worry, Kenarthi, Ariq is here," Ariq said. He worked his magic once again on her arm and the redness abated. Ariq helped her to her feet.

"Thank S'rendarr you are alright," Ariq said embracing her.

"Same to you," Kenarthi said.

They stayed like that for more than a minute.

"Um, not to interrupt but perhaps we should get a move on," Lorkhan said.

"Will you tell us where we are now?" Ariq asked.

"We're in Quagmire," Lorkhan said.

"Vaermina's plane? The realm of nightmares!" Ariq said.

"That's the one," Lorkhan said.

"Is it too different from the other realms?" Kenarthi asked, "Adventurers are known to come back from Oblivion,"

"Not Quagmire," Ariq shook his head, "This is no ordinary plane,"

"Seems your typical Daedric plane to This One," Kenarthi said.

"And how do you know that?" Ariq said.

"From what This One has read," Kenarthi said.

"No, this is not a normal plane," Ariq said, "Vaermina can read our minds and craft Oblivion to trap us in our own heads,"

"That's a good thing, right?" Kenarthi asked, "We can make our own way out then,"

"No," Ariq said grimly, "This is where our nightmares are made real. Vaermina will be watching the whole time stealing every good dream we've ever had. That explains the tower snatching up the lights," Ariq began to hyperventilate.

"Take it easy," Lorkhan advised, "You've got a powerful Immortal on your side,"

"Who we mortals had to get him out of a city he created!" Ariq snapped back.

"Hey! You have This One as well," Kenarthi slapped him out of it, "The two of us will make it, Yes?"

"Three of us," Lorkhan corrected.

"You are sharing a body you do not count," Kenarthi said.

"Insolent mortals," Lorkhan said with heavy sarcasm.

"We need to find the others," Kenarthi said.

"Are they even still alive?" Ariq said, "This One did not see where they went,"

"Yes, I believe so," Lorkhan said.

"How do you know?" Kenarthi asked.

"I can sense them," Lorkhan said, "I can feel both the Nords, the Dunmer, Bosmer and Dwemer are all still alive,"

"Bright Moons," Kenarthi said, "That is a relief,"

"Where are they?" Ariq asked.

"Let's see, A Nord is close in that direction," Lorkhan used Ariq to point.

"Alright, we'll start there," Kenarthi said, "Come Ariq, together we can do this," She smiled confidently.

But Quagmire had other plans. The clopping of hooves resounded in the distance. It thundered louder and louder straight towards them. There was a low, unsettling whinny. The Khajiit readied themselves. Kenarthi's cutlass had survived the fall and Ariq readied Phoebe although he did not have a large window to fire. Two burning purple eyes revealed a target just before the rest came into view, but he never got the chance to fire. No sooner had he seen the form of the horse, when its chest opened like a gaping maw and swallowed him. He was enveloped into a dark and wet fleshy cavity that compressed with each heaving breath. The desperate calls of Kenarthi after him faintly followed him.

He could hardly move but managed to pull the boot knife from its hiding place. Ariq blindly jammed the blade into his fleshy prison. The horse cried in pain. Ariq popped onto the ground; the back hooves of the horse barely missed his face. Now he was well and truly lost. He could see nothing but jagged rocky ground in the darkness. A wisp of light flitted by to illuminate an even more desolate landscape beyond. Ariq sat down in dismay.

"Well that was quite the ordeal," Lorkhan said.

"Shut it would you!" Ariq was angry, "Look at where we are!"

"Still in Quagmire," Lorkhan noted.

"In the middle of nowhere, all alone, with no sense of direction!" Ariq shouted.

"Hey, mortal," Lorkhan was suddenly serious, "I wasn't kidding when I said having me on your side was an advantage, I can help you out of hear,"

"Return the favor This One supposes," Ariq scoffed.

"Look, sitting here isn't going to help us, now come on! I didn't join my essence with you just to be left to rot in Quagmire!" Lorkhan said.

"Fine," Ariq said, "Take This One to Kenarthi. Ariq will not lose her,"

"That's the spirit! Now let's go," Lorkhan encouraged.

"Into a nightmare," Ariq mumbled.

26. Realm of Nightmares part 1 (inspired by "Fortress of Seduction" TSFH)

Ariq carefully crossed the desolate landscape. He could only see a few feet in front of him. One of the wisps would occasionally cast light on the craggy landscape. Everything was silent. No sound of the wind, no footsteps, or even the expected screams of terror. Lorkhan was not talking to him but still guided him. Ariq felt a life force out in the mists like a shadow at the very edge of his vision. Lorkhan finally broke the silence.

"It could be worse you know," He said.

"How?" Ariq whispered intensely, "This One is chasing a shadow in black mist and, oh yes, happens to be in an Oblivion realm of nightmares!"

"Well, you could be here by yourself and not have a powerful immortal stopping the plane from making your nightmares reality or pointing you in the direction of your lovely lady,"

"How do you know it is Kenarthi?" Ariq asked.

"I could explain, but I doubt a mere mortal such as you would understand," Lorkhan said.

"You have no idea if it is Kenarthi," Ariq said bluntly.

"That's…not true at all," Lorkhan faltered, "But at least it's something,"

"Are This One's nightmares really at bay then?" Ariq asked.

The whinnying sounded once again in the distance.

"Guess not," Lorkhan said.

Ariq tore blindly across the landscape away from the Daedric neighing. He tripped and stumbled over every jutting rock that appeared out of the mist. Suddenly, Ariq splashed along the edge of a river. As soon as his foot touched the water, a rumbling upset the oily surface of the river. Ariq threw himself away from the river, but lost his balance and tumbled to the ground. The thundering hooves came closer faster than Ariq could recover.

"Lorkhan get Ariq out of this!" Ariq said.

"What do you want me to do?" Lorkhan said.

"Anything!" Ariq yelled.

The Daedric horse closed.

"I got it!" Lorkhan said, "Face it!"

"What!" Ariq said incredulous.

"Do it!" Lorkhan shouted.

Ariq turned to face the Daedra. The horse dug its hooves into the ground and kicked dirt right into Ariq's face. The beast reared up with its chest maw snapping right between him and the river. What happened next Ariq would never forget. The river stood up behind the nightmare horse with a ghoulish grin. Whether or not the river was aiming for him, he would never know, but the gleaming jaws snapped around the beastly horse and dragged it down between the banks. The beast struggled and kicked but the river had other plans. The water wrapped itself around the flailing horse and dragged it down into unseen depths.

"How…did you know…that would…work?" Ariq said trying to catch his breath.

"My superior immortal…" Lorkhan began.

"Shut it," Ariq said.

"Look I can't protect you from everything. Quagmire is a powerful place. It bleeds into Nirn you know. The Nords left Atmora because of the power from the portal.

"The frozen man," Ariq realized, "He was frozen in fear. That was one of the ancient Nords?"

"It's possible," Lorkhan would have shrugged if he had his own body, "The bleed was much stronger before I was there to suppress it,"

"Did we just doom the Dwemer to a life of nightmares then?" Ariq asked.

"Relax the portal disappeared because I sealed it behind us," Lorkhan said.

"You sealed us in here!" Ariq said.

"Everyone said they didn't want to go back," Lorkhan said defensively.

"Why you…" Ariq.

A whinny interrupted them again. Ariq looked around desperately and darted into small alcove between rocks. He peeked out. This beast was far bigger than the nightmares that chased him before. This one was a boulder with tree trunks for legs. Its chest maw opened wide enough to swallow a horse. It looked around furiously seemingly scanning for Ariq. Ariq squeezed himself tighter into the alcove trying desperately to stay out of sight. He warmed up an invisibility spell.

"Don't do it, it will see you immediately," Lorkhan warned.

Ariq grudgingly lowered his hand and pressed himself against the rocky wall. The nightmare stamped and snorted angrily, but moved away. Ariq popped out of the crevice.

"Those nightmares have it out for Ariq," Ariq said.

"I think Vaermina knows your cheating," Lorkhan said.

"That This One has you?" Ariq said.

"Yep," Lorkhan said, "You don't rob Vaermina of nightmares,"

"We need to find Kenarthi. Now," Ariq said determined.

"And the others?" Lorkhan asked.

"We will get to them," Ariq dismissed, "Now lead on,"

Ariq moved with determination. The miasma was the only thing slowing him down. He could feel Kenarthi's presence through the thickening veil. He pressed undeterred forward until he burst through the curtain and the miasma lifted.

There was Kenarthi crying in the center of everything. Horned, armored, Dremora marched and ran around waving swords, chasing shriven zombies all over. Some zombies were cut down while others were grabbed and roughly marched away back into the black curtain of mist. Kenarthi reached out to any nearby shriven and screamed for comfort as they were marched away.

"What is happening?" Ariq asked.

"Let me show you," Lorkhan answered.

In a blink the scene changed as Ariq began to witness Kenarthi's nightmare. They were no longer in Quagmire. Ariq was transported to a seaside town in his native Elsewyr. Flames engulfed the scene. The Dremora became gleaming Aldmeri Dominion soldiers. The Shriven became Khajiiti villagers, being slaughtered and carried off into the dark. Kenarthi became a mere baby amidst all the turmoil. Ariq had to get her out of there. The Dremora did not oppose him as he ran towards the bawling cub.

"Kenarthi! This One is here!" Ariq touched her on the shoulder.

Kenarthi face him with terror in her eyes and wretched herself away from his grasp, "No! Get away!"

"Kenarthi, it is Ariq," Ariq held a hand to her.

"Go Away Go Away!" cub Kenarthi pleaded.

Ariq looked down at himself. He was clad in the armor of the Dominion. His fur was gone, replaced by the smooth fair skin of the Altmer. He rushed forward and took hold of both her shoulders before she could get farther away.

"Kenarthi look at Ariq!" Ariq urged keeping a firm grasp.

"Atajhan does not want to go!" the cub squirmed.

"Kenarthi look at me!" Ariq said at last.

She looked surprised into his eyes. At last recognition passed across her face and the nightmare began to melt away. The bleak miasma swallowed them and the rocky ground replaced the smoldering grass. Kenarthi pulled Ariq in a tight embrace.

"Thank you," She said faintly.

"Glad Ariq could help," Ariq squeezed her back.

"Ahem, he had help you know," Lorkhan said.

"Shut up," Ariq said.

"Ungrateful" Lorkhan said offended, "I just won't help you with the deadly Dremora then,"

At this, Ariq looked around to see the armed and dangerous Dremora all staring at the two. Kenarthi immediately drew her blade. Ariq flicked out his boot knife and they stood back to back. A Dremora marched forward. It glared at the Khajiit with angry red eyes. Kenarthi swiped at it with her cutlass but he batted it away with a heavy spiked gauntlet. Ariq stabbed with his knife at the speed of lightning, but the Dremora took hold of his throat. The other Dremora watched silently. Ariq frantically stabbed at the Dremora's arm but to no avail. Kenarthi swung with all her might, but the Dremora caught her sword and threw her to the ground. The grip tightened and Ariq's vision grew hazy.

Gold light engulfed Ariq's vision, but he was not dead yet. The Dremora suddenly released him. Ariq crumpled on the ground coughing and wheezing.

"Are you alright?" Kenarthi ran to him immediately.

"Sure," He wheezed out.

The Dremora was making a horrible noise that could only be screaming. It grasped furiously at its helmet and tore it off. Gold light shot out of its ugly red face and the horns on its head twisted even tighter, then unwound sticking straight up in the air. Its black hair stood on end. Finally, it let out a gasp of relief then spoke in a familiar tone.

"And there! Was that so hard?" Lorkhan's voice rang out of its mouth.

Both Ariq and Kenarthi's jaws hit the ground. The rest of the Daedric henchmen scurried off into the black.

"Oh, this is very nice," Lorkhan examined his new body, "A bit sharper than the last one, but it will do just fine. Dremora a so much easier to overpower than mortals,"

"Lorkhan?" Ariq was in a state of disbelief.

"Feel a little lighter there, mortal?" Lorkhan said through pointed teeth, "Like a little part of you is missing?"

"In truth…yes," Ariq admitted, "And what is this about overpowering?"

"Oh, don't worry, I never thought of doing that to you," Lorkhan assured, "More than a few times, you know, more than three times,"

"That is comforting," Ariq rolled his eyes.

"This is good," Kenarthi still sounded shaken, "You two sharing a body was confusing." "Yes, this will be easier for everyone," Lorkhan said.

"Can you still hold our fears at bay?" Ariq asked.

"Yes, as long as you stay close to," Lorkhan smiled, "Oh dear, I seem to have let one slip,"

Ariq looked on in horror at the scene that appeared in front of him. He watched himself doing something he never thought anyone would ever see him do ever.

Kenarthi began to laugh hysterically. Ariq was happy she could laugh after the experience she had just had, but he still hung his head in shame.

"What are you doing with your arms?" Kenarthi managed between breaths.

"This One has no idea," Ariq said into his hands.

"Is this how you…" Kenarthi could not finish her statement.

"Yes," Ariq said grumpily.

"That is amazing," Kenarthi laughed

"It is entertaining to watch mortals dance," Lorkhan nodded.

Kenarthi grabbed Ariq in another hug while trying to get her laughter under control.

"Do not worry, This One will teach you to dance when we get out of here," Kenarthi said. "As a way of thanking you for saving me,"

"Ariq looks forward to it," Ariq smiled.

"What am I? A dung heap?" Lorkhan said.

"Do not ruin the moment," Ariq wagged his finger.

The miasma collapsed to fill the empty space like liquid and returned to its normal opaqueness. The moment of happiness was gone and they were filled with a sense of uneasiness.

"Well we should get moving then, eh?" Lorkhan suggested.

"Lead the way," Ariq said, "You can still detect our friends?"

"Of course I can," Lorkhan said, "Changing bodies doesn't change my abilities,"

"Who is closest?" Kenarthi asked.

Lorkhan furrowed the Dremora's brow, "One of the Nords is close. That is all I can say,"

"Lead on," Ariq said.

Perhaps Lorkhan's Daedric appearance deterred any monsters in the mist from taking a closer look at the group. They travelled on through the mist careful not to make any noise. Mostly out of fear that a nightmare horses would find Ariq and carry him off again, but Ariq's curiosity finally got the best of him.

"Was that a nightmare or a memory?" Ariq asked Kenarthi.

Kenarthi sighed and dropped her head, "A memory,"

"Purge?" Ariq asked.

She nodded her head.

"North or South?" Ariq asked.

"North," Kenarthi answered.

"Sorry. Those were especially brutal," Ariq said quietly, "Ariq never experienced one. Only a few elders were taken from his village,"

"It was as you saw," Kenarthi said dejectedly.

"How did you get out of there?" Ariq asked.

"This One hid and the captain of the Prowler found Kenarthi among the wreckage the next day," Kenarthi explained.

"That's why you have not gotten a better ship," Ariq realized.

Kenarthi nodded but her head still hung low.

"Hey, mortals! Our friends are close," Lorkhan called.

"In the spirit of the captain, let us save our friends," Ariq said confidently.

Kenarthi looked up and smiled.

27. Part 2

Lorkhan's Daedric form was the only beacon. Ariq was anxious about what they would find. Both Nords faced trolls and giants on a regular basis. They had even faced down dragons without blinking, what could they possibly be afraid of?

"Better give Kenarthi the sight," Ariq said to Lorkhan.

"Good point," Lorkhan touched an armored hand on Kenarthi's face.

"Ouch! Careful, that is sharp," Kenarthi complained.

"Sorry, still testing the body," Lorkhan apologized.

A howl rang out through the veil.

"It is Wilhelm!" Ariq said and he rushed into the mist.

Ariq stepped right into a puddle of blood. He looked down to see and Imperial soldier face down on the rocky ground. All of his limbs were missing and the head hung very loosely off the shoulders. Kenarthi gasped at the sight.

"What. Is. This?" Lorkhan asked surprised.

There was a scream and another Imperial body thudded sickeningly next to them. The chest was being torn open and the cavity was empty. The body was covered in surprisingly clean lacerations. All around them was littered with Imperial soldiers all mangled in a similar manner. The trail of death led to the culprit, a werewolf. Imperial soldiers circled around the beast. The werewolf towered over them all and its black fur blended in almost perfectly with the miasma veil. Angry yellow eyes darted wildly around sizing up the armed circle surrounding it. None dared to attack, but rather appeared to reason with it.

"Legate! Get a hold of yourself!" One cried.

"Don't do this Reves!" Shouted another.

Every call was met with claws. The wolf lashed out at each word. The Imperials fell one by one. The protests grew more and more insistent as their ranks grew thinner and thinner. Ariq wanted to rush in and save the remaining Imperials, but Lorkhan stopped him.

"It's not what you think," Lorkhan waved his hands and showed what was really happening. The bodies were not mangled at all, and they were not Imperial soldiers. Dremora lay there seemingly in peaceful sleep.

"So, Wilhelm is not a werewolf?" Kenarthi asked.

"No, he cured himself ages ago," Ariq explained, "Ariq cannot believe he forgot,"

"It's Quagmire affecting your mind," Lorkhan said.

"Come, let us free our friends and get out of here then," Kenarthi said.

The throng of soldiers continued to thin. At last there was one soldier. She took off her helmet. Long light hair spilled out. Ariq recognized her immediately. He knew it was all an illusion from Wilhelm's mind, but even her voice was spot on.

"Dear, don't make me hurt you!" She said.

Werewolf Wilhelm's eyes flashed with anger. His arm shot out and he grabbed her around the neck. He lifted her to his face. She struggled and beat against his arm but to no avail. Wilhelm swung his arm back and punched straight through her chest. Her eyes widened wet with tears.

"Wil…why?" she nearly whispered.

Realization passed over Wilhelm's face. The yellow retreated from his eyes. Fur receded and he shrank back into his normal self. He held her in his arms.

"Alessia?" Tears streamed down Wilhelm's face. Alessia stared back at him with empty eyes. The Nord wailed in despair. He wailed and punched the ground over her death. Quagmire rang with his cry.

"Wilhelm! Come back to us!" Ariq shouted over him.

Wilhelm faced them and immediately held Alessia tighter. He bared his teeth and snapped at them.

"You'll not have her!" He said clutching her body.

"We do not want her," Ariq said calmly.

"You won't take her from me!" Wilhelm screamed.

"Wilhelm, we are here for you," Kenarthi reasoned.

"Here I'll get this," Lorkhan said. With a wave of his hand, Lorkhan created a tear in the nightmare. Alessia's face peeled back into a Dremora's horrifying visage. Wilhelm dropped the body as if it was fire. The scene melted as before and they were left with piles of sleeping Dremora as the last of nightmare faded into mist.

"Are you with us, Wilhelm?" Ariq asked.

Wilhelm shook himself back to reality, "Yeah. Um…I'll be fine. Damn it's good to see you,"

"Good to have you back," Ariq said.

"He shook that off easily," Kenarthi whispered to Ariq.

"He is in turmoil inside, but he does not think much," Ariq whispered back.

"Talis was just with me," Wilhelm remembered, "He shouldn't be far,"

"He's right; I can sense a Dunmer not far from hear," Lorkhan said.

"Come on, let's get him back!" Wilhelm raised his sword.

"Kenarthi worries for him," Kenarthi whispered.

"He will be fine," Ariq assured, "Just follow him,"

"Follow who?" Wilhelm asked.

"Lorkhan," Ariq pointed.

Wilhelm finally realized the Dremora body's presence and drew his sword, "That's Lorkhan?"

"Possessing a Dremora's body yes," Kenarthi assured.

"It's not a trick of Quagmire?" Wilhelm asked suspiciously.

"I would not make myself so conspicuous," Lorkhan argued.

"Believe Ariq, Wilhelm. It is him," Ariq insisted.

"Alright, fine," Wilhelm sheathed his weapon, "What are we waiting for, then?"

The veil collapsed again and they made their way towards Talis. Talis was truly nearby for in no time they made to the next wall. Wilhelm strode proudly ahead sword first; ready to traverse the heavy mist. The beating of wings stopped them in their tracks. It was followed by a loud roar and they all crouched low to the ground.

"I bet it's that titan sized thing that attacked us," Wilhelm said keeping his voice down.

"It hasn't seen us yet," Lorkhan said dismissively, "Let's get Talis and go,"

The mortals still stayed low to the ground and retreated into the mist. The open nightmare offered no cover from above, but the Titan seemed to have flown off for now. When they were sure the titan had moved on they reentered the nightmare. This nightmare did not seem too different from reality. If anything, it seemed to make the space around them darker.

"Where is he Lorkhan?" Wilhelm asked.

Lorkhan pointed. Ariq followed his finger to a rock standing darker than even the misty veil that encompassed it. It was no ordinary rock either. It stood perfectly straight up and no jagged edge marred the surface. Smooth, carved ribs decorated the strange stone. On top of it sat a perfect sunburst around a smooth back of a sphere.

"Did Talis turn into a rock?" Ariq asked.

They heard a groan from the other side of the rock. They rounded the ribbed edge of the rock and found Talis sitting curled up as tight as he could be hands over his ears.

"Talis?" Wilhelm asked.

Talis was shaking his head staring straight at the rock. Ariq took a closer look at it. A slight seam ran from the bottom to the top ending at the sunbursts bottom edge. The sunburst no longer surrounded smooth stone, but now formed a ring around a grotesque skull. It smiled maniacally, large teeth bared. Its eyes were closed, but it was still staring at them. Talis began to mumble.

"Not anymore, get out of my head, no more, no more, no more," He rambled.

"What are you saying?" Wilhelm asked.

The seam opened and two huge slabs of rock swung outward from unseen hinges revealing the rock was hollow. Not only that, it was a coffin. A dried out, cracked, but somehow still juicy body stood upright in the hollow. Stingy clumps of dark hair hung loosely from the near bare skull. Its jaw hung low held only in place by a few stringy sinews. There were no lips to cover its blackened teeth.

"Dibella's dirty knickers!" Wilhelm said in surprise.

Talis lost it. He stared straight into the corpse's eyes. He pressed his hands even tighter to his ears and screamed from the top of his lungs. He shrank back further and further as if the ground was eating him. Wilhelm tried to shake him back to conscious thought.

"Talis! It's an illusion!" he cried.

"This is not working!" Ariq said.

Talis did not stop. Ariq was sure his cries would attract the titan or one of the nightmares. Talis must have lost the air in his lungs because he stopped screaming and once again mumbled. What they could understand was disturbing.

"Mother, sweet Mother, here my prayer for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear," Talis droned.

"That is the Black Sacrament!" Kenarthi called.

"Oh no! This ends now!" Wilhelm turned to face the rotting flesh, "Let go of my friend, you Bitch!"

Wilhelm slammed shield first into the corpse. The coffin teetered. The corpse began to move. Bony fingers clenched into fists. Its hanging head swung into an upright position.

"Sweet Mara you're ugly!" Wilhelm called.

Talis screamed again, but Wilhelm stood fast. He bashed the corpse in the face with his shield and gave the coffin one more shove. With a crash to wake the dead the coffin shattered against the hard-stony ground.

Talis snapped to. He breathed heavily.

"Wilhelm, he is alright," Ariq said relieved.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Talis said quietly.

"Ah that felt good!" Wilhelm said with pride, "No better way to end a nightmare.

The roar of the Titan rumbled overhead and not too far in the distance the nightmares whinnied with dark intensity.

"Keep it down," Ariq said quietly.

"No problem," Wilhelm whispered.

"Jadera," Talis said, "I was on her trail. She shouldn't be far,"

"I'll find her," Lorkhan assured and patted Talis on the shoulder. Talis is surprise.

"Who in Oblivion are you?" Talis asked fearfully.

"That's Lorkhan," Wilhelm explained, "It's a long story. We'll tell you later," Wilhelm helped the poor Dark Elf to his feet.

Yet again, the mist sank back down and enveloped them. This time the miasma worked in their favor. No sooner had it covered them then the Titan touched down. The quake from its landing rocked all of them and Talis nearly lost his footing. They slowly backed away from the gargantuan shadow of the beast and looked around anxiously for a place to hide. They prostrated themselves silently beneath a short lip in the rock. Ariq peeked ever so slightly to get a glimpse of what the beast was up to.

It shrieked in frustration. The sound nearly deafened them. Talis looked a hair away from losing his mind. The next thing they heard was the beating of the Titans great wings. Ariq peeked to see it take flight. The Titan created powerful gusts of wind that carried the miasma away. Ariq ducked only just in time as the miasma cleared away over them. Kenarthi put both hands over her mouth. They heard the thunder of hooves. The horses stamped and snorted around the Titan. The beast then let out a sound almost like a sigh.

"Find them," It commanded in a booming voice, "Our lady grows impatient,"

There was more snorting and stamping hinting at frustration.

"No Excuses!" another boom, "Another failure and we are all in trouble!"

With a furious gust of wind, the Titan departed. The miasma slowly settled back into place obscuring their vision once again. The nightmares made their last angry snorts then took off in all directions, searching for the intruders. They all curled up tighter as the beasts leaped over their rock lip. A hoof came a mere inch from taking Kenarthi's ear off. It was pure luck none turned around. When the sounds once again retreated into the distance they breathed again.

"How did they miss us?" Talis asked with a mix of confusion and wonder.

"They did not see us," Ariq said incredulously.

"Shouldn't the Daedric prince be able to point them right to us?" Talis said, "It seemed more like an unlucky circumstance they came here,"

"Vaermina gives up direct control of her realm so that it can directly affect our minds," Lorkhan said, "You know cosmic balance and all that,"

"You and I are going to have a long talk if we get out of this," Talis said.

"Let's just save your lady friend first," Lorkhan reminded.

"Yes, let's do that immediately," Talis perked up.

"Let's she is in…" Lorkhan began.

AHHHHHHH! Jadera came sprinting out of the mist. She crashed right into Talis who fell back into Ariq, who fell back into Kenarthi who bumped into Wilhelm who almost kept them upright, but at last Lorkhan caught Wilhelm and they righted themselves.

"Damn, woman!" Talis said with what little breath was left in his lungs, "What are you running from?"

"Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow!" Jadera was on the verge of hyperventilation, "It was awful!"

"Don't worry I've got you now," Talis said with as much calmness as he could muster.

They stood there for an awkward moment. Jadera sobbed uncontrollably into Talis' robes. The others looked away to give them the semblance of privacy. She calmed down after a long while.

"Um…we need to keep moving," Wilhelm said at last.

"Alright," Jadera said, "I'm fine. I'm ok now,"

"Are you sure?" Talis asked concerned.

Jadera shook her head.

"Where to next Lorkhan?" Ariq asked.

"I think I sense someone in that direction, but I'm not sure," Lorkhan said.

"Hey! Don't leave without us!"

A burly Nord and diminutive elf stumbled into view.

"Kenarthi cannot believe her eyes!" Kenarthi cheered.

Hjalmar and Tara walked together. Each held the other upright which was harder for Tara than it was for Hjalmar. It was an odd sight. Everyone else rushed to help them and the two's cooperation fell into complete dependence on the others. Hjalmar laid gingerly back against a stone breathing heavily. Both Ariq and Kenarthi kept Tara from completely collapsing and kept her sitting upright.

"How are you feeling?" Kenarthi asked.

"I'll tell you this; it's been quite the ordeal," Tara shook her head.

"You lived," Hjalmar said, "With a little help,"

"Same goes for you," Tara smiled back, "Someone had to save you from those Draugr,"

"What's the plan?" Hjalmar inquired.

"Yes, well I've been working on that," Lorkhan said.

The three latecomers jumped in surprise. Hjalmar sat upright and Jadera nearly began screaming again.

"What is wrong?" Ariq asked.

"You see the Dremora too right?" Jadera asked in a frantic tone.

"Lorkhan?" Ariq asked, "Yes This One sees him,"

"That's the immortal inside your head?" Tara asked.

"You know what? I feel so underappreciated," Lorkhan said in a dismissive tone, "If my façade is too much for you, I won't be helping you,"

"Come on, Lorkhan," Ariq said.

"Fine, for you, Ariq and your generous sharing of mental space. I shall get us out of here," Lorkhan conceded.

"Um…how are we supposed to get out of here like this?" Wilhelm asked.

It was true. This group was not going to get very far. Hjalmar and Tara looked like they had been through battle. Jadera still clung tightly to Talis and shook with fear. Talis gazed down with haunted eyes. Even Kenarthi and Wilhelm, who had borne their nightmares so well, revealed fatigue in their eyes,"

"He is right Lorkhan," Ariq finally agreed, "We cannot climb out of here in this state,"

"Well then, we'll just ask the only one who can give us a lift," Lorkhan turned his gaze to the skies,"

"The Titan?" Ariq said incredulous.

"Better," Lorkhan smiled with the Dremora's churlish lips.

Ariq followed his gaze straight to the feature that, even in the miasma, clearly stood out from the rest of Quagmire.

"The Tower," Ariq breathed out.

"We're going to ask Vaermina to let us go" Lorkhan said proudly.

"We're going to do what now?" Tara raised an eyebrow.

28. Queen of Nightmares (inspired by "Return from Darkness" TSFH)

"That is it. You are insane," Ariq said.

"Do you have a better idea?" Lorkhan asked.

"Can you not open a portal right here back to Tamriel?" Ariq asked.

"Closing a path already open is much easier than opening a new one between planes," Lorkhan explained.

"It will be better than striking a deal with a Daedric Prince," Ariq said.

"Ok, I'll sit here for a few focusing on regenerating power for a few weeks while the seven of you not only protect me from all the Night Mares and the Titan, but also hope your recurring fears don't destroy you mentally," Lorkhan huffed.

"Fine. Point Taken," Ariq conceded.

"Alright everyone, we're all agreed now," Lorkhan said to everyone else, "We're going to ask Vaermina to let us leave,"

"Not agreed. Optionless," Hjalmar grumbled.

None one else looked happy either, but they were fully aware they were out of options.

"So how do we get up there?" Talis asked.

"Simple. Think happy thoughts," Lorkhan smiled.

Everyone gave him a strange look.

"I could tell you or I could show," Lorkhan said, "Just daydream,"

"But…" Tara spoke up.

"Nope, happy thoughts now," Lorkhan commanded, "And keep your eyes closed,"

They all followed his advice. Ariq searched his memory for his happiest moments. He remembered his first job for the Thieves Guild. The exhilaration of planting evidence on someone in the middle of the day. He recalled the day he joined the Dawnguard and met Wilhelm and Talis for the first time. At last he remembered back to Hammerfell. It was the day he had first met Kenarthi and he could not be happier for it. Thinking of this made him feel lighter. In fact, he felt as if he were walking on air.

Upon opening his eyes here found he was indeed in the air. He dangled helplessly far above the dark floor of Quagmire. Ariq nearly panicked, but found he was securely supported. Above his head floated a bright white light, and as he had seen before, a tentacle of oily purple light enveloped it and him as well. The tendril must be carrying him to the tower. Ariq saw the others all in a cold, oily tentacle of their own. The tower loomed darker and darker as they approached. Ariq thought he would have a better look the closer he got; flashes of lightning in the purple curtain seemed to obscure his view. Soon, they arrived.

There was no transition between the outside and inside of the tower. One moment he was in the clutched of the horrid tentacle and the next he was standing on the cold floor of a twilight chamber. The others were, thankfully, all right there with him. The most interesting scenes surrounded them. Literally. Memories dotted the walls all around them like a macabre art gallery. Ariq saw a young boy running into the arms of his mother. An Argonian floated lazily in a stagnant pool. To golden skinned Altmer were alone in a dimly lit room filled with rose petals. The he elf made a moved towards the she elf and then…

"Lorkhan my sweet, how lovely of you to visit,"

The sultry voice emanated from the shadows. They heard a tap and a single shaft of light illuminated the chamber.

"Vaermina my dear," Lorkhan bowed, "I couldn't stay away forever,"

Everyone gave Lorkhan as strange a look as they gave the Daedric Prince. She looked like a Redguard soothsayer, bangles and all. Her epaulets were two living serpents. The serpents stared back at them with venom dripping from their mouths and running down Vaermina's colorful dress. She rose from here shifting throne. The light flashed as she moved casting odd shadows over her face. Her formed changed with each flash to resemble skeleton, gargoyle, troll and vampire. Everyone reeled back in uneasiness. She sidled up to Lorkhan's Dremora body and ran her hand down it. The sharpness did not bother her in the least. The snakes snapped inches from Lorkhan's face.

"Seems an improvement over your old form," Vaermina teased.

"You wound me, mistress," Lorkhan feigned offense.

She smiled creepily ear to ear. "What brings you back into my realm, Lorkhan?" Her tone deepened menacingly.

"Would you believe I missed you?" Lorkhan said.

"I might," Vaermina's face receded into darkness, "If you hadn't left me!"

"A scorned lover, this outta be good," Tara mumbled.

"Lorkhan, what are you doing?" Ariq whispered intensely.

"SILENCE MORTAL," Vaermina shrieked.

"My dear, I would have come if I had the ability," Lorkhan said softly, "Akatosh did cut me up into pieces,"

"And then shot you heart across Nirn," Vaermina said, "I know. It was the talk of the Princes,"

"No one came to claim my heart, I assumed no one knew where it was," Lorkhan said.

"Oh, several of us, myself included reached for it," Vaermina informed, "But that whore Kyne kept us from it,"

Hjalmar flinched and growled while Wilhelm made a move towards his swords. Vaermina waved her hands and two dark tendrils wrapped themselves around them like snakes squeezing the life out of them.

"Please release my champions," Lorkhan said firmly.

"Still have a soft spot for mortals I see," Vaermina release the struggling Nords.

"All of us need champions from time to time," Lorkhan smiled.

"Even of those who locked you away?" Vaermina eyed Jadera. The dwarf shrank behind the rest of them, "Perhaps you'd like some revenge taken on those who would've used you for little more than a candle!"

Jadera's head became shrouded in darkness, but they all still saw her eyes go wild. Jadera began to scream at the top of her lungs. Talis tried to hold her and pull the darkness away from her.

"Vaermina! Stop this at Once!" Lorkhan's voice boomed across the chamber with surprising volume. He seemed to have grown to twice his height. The sound alone gave Vaermina pause and Jadera was released.

"How vehemently you defend them," Vaermina circled the immortal, "Perhaps I should cast them and you back down,"

"You will not drive my people away from me any longer!" Any hint of levity had left Lorkhan.

"Those Nords were not your people," Vaermina shot back, "They were the spawn of Kyne!"

"They adopted me and I them," Lorkhan said, "They became just as much my people and I look out for my people!"

"And I suppose these mortals are also 'you people' and you brought them here so that I would release them and send them back to Nirn," Vaermina said astutely

"On the nose," Lorkhan smiled slyly.

"And perhaps I will," Vaermina said, "I have two conditions,"

"Wouldn't be a Daedric deal if there weren't conditions," Talis said under his breath.

"First, I will take a precious memory from one of the mortals," Vaermina said.

Vaermina walked over to one of the scenes on the wall. The one of the boy running into the arms of his mother. She delicately lifted the memory with a finger off the wall. Vaermina's tongue rolled lazily out of her mouth. There was a blinding flash of light then all they saw was Vaermina licking her lips. There was no sign of the memory. Everyone looked at each other nervously.

"Second, you, Lorkhan, will stay behind," Vaermina sat once again upon her twisted throne.

"I accept these terms," Lorkhan said with confidence.

This time the group could not stay quiet.

"What are you thinking!" Wilhelm cried.

"This is a scam if Ariq ever heard one!" Ariq protested.

"You can't trust the Daedra!" Hjalmar called.

"It seems your precious mortals doubt your judgement," Vaermina smirked.

"Look into my eyes everyone," Lorkhan said. The complied and saw not the cold red eyes of the Dremora Lorkhan had taken over, but instead, caring golden eyes stared back at them with confidence.

"I've got this," Lorkhan smiled, "Take your pick Vaermina,"

Vaermina eyed each one of them carefully. Jadera shrank even smaller after the torment she had just been through. Wilhelm and Hjalmar both stared back defiantly daring her to take a memory from them. Everyone else tried to muster up as much confidence as they could. Ariq began to think of all the memories he might lose if Vaermina chose him. Ariq tried to bury the more important memories deep into his head. He had plenty of inconsequential memories. Maybe if he thought of those instead Vaermina would pass him over. The Daedric prince must have sensed this because she stared right at him and smiled. She beckoned to him with one finger and he found himself carried to her throne. She eyed him hungrily up and down.

"Don't worry worm," She gave a demonic smile, "This won't hurt a bit,"

He felt as if his mind was being shredded by rusty razor blades. He could not even scream as Vaermina searched his mind. He could feel her pick memories from his brain with sharp nails and contemplate every one before painfully returning it to the unraveling pile of his brain. She did not search long. He felt her grab the one memory he had tried the hardest to hide. Vaermina lifted out from him, the memory of his first meeting with Kenarthi. Ariq felt the memory being torn away from him as if she was ripping a limb from his body. He could only perceive her put the memory in her mouth and he feel it no longer. Ariq's mind then collapsed. The unraveled parts now smashed together with disorienting speed. The pain was too much and he felt himself slipping away. Just before he lost consciousness, Ariq heard Vaermina and Lorkhan speak.

"Now you honor your end of the bargain," Vaermina said triumphantly.

"Make sure he doesn't leave until his mind is back together!" Lorkhan said urgently then he must have turned to Vaermina, "Send them safely to the door, and I'm all yours,"

Ariq passed into unconsciousness.

The next thing he knew, Ariq was opening his eyes to the dismal sky of Quagmire. Talis and Jadera were on either side of him with arms outstretched over him. Arms covered in pale fur were wrapped around him and he felt his upper half was cradled against someone. Ariq looked up at the face over his. A red mane covered the pale furred head of a Khajiiti woman. Ariq wondered who this was and why Talis had let a stranger hold Ariq. She smiled relieved as he looked up at her.

"S'rendarr's mercy He is awake!" She said excitedly.

The others gathered around. Wilhelm, Hjalmar and Tara joined. They all looked overjoyed Ariq was alright. Ariq sat up with the aid of the strange woman behind him.

"What happened?" He asked.

"You got your mind ripped apart's what happened," Tara said.

"I thought for sure Vaermina was going to pick me," Wilhelm said.

"Be glad it was not you," Ariq said.

"Didn't look like something even I could tough out," Hjalmar said, "It looked like you couldn't even scream,"

"That looked even more painful what happened to me," Jadera admitted although not happily.

"She was by your side the entire time," Talis pointed to the stranger behind him.

"Thank you," Ariq said quietly unsure how to properly thank her. The Khajiit wrapped Ariq up in warm hug much to Ariq's surprise and discomfort. Ariq patted her gently on the back.

"Um…yes thank you again," Ariq encouraged her to let go.

She giggled as if he was only feigning and only squeezed tighter.

"That is enough," Ariq's said annoyed.

The she cat beamed until she looked into Ariq's eyes. She became totally confused.

"What is wrong?" She asked.

"Ariq is sorry, but he does not recognize you," Ariq admitted.

"You Bitch!" Kenarthi yelled and shook her fist at Vaermina's Tower.

"You don't remember her?" Tara asked.

"Should This One?" he asked Tara quietly so as not to upset the crying woman further.

"A Daedra's cruel joke," Hjalmar shook his head.

"She said she would only take one memory," Jadera said, "Should he still remember her from other memories?"

"If Vaermina took away the memory of when he met her…" Talis theorized, "He couldn't remember someone he never met,"

Ariq wracked his brains trying to remember her. He thought of everything that led to this point, but there had been only six of them until Jadera came along hadn't there? His memory was still a little fuzzy, but he was sure he had never seen this she-cat before. She just sat there cursing at the tower with tears running down her cheeks. Ariq felt compelled to do something. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"This One is sorry," Ariq said, "Ariq can just not remember,"

She sniffled and bit her lip. Ariq knelt next to her.

"What is your name?" Ariq asked encouragingly.

"Atajhan," She said wiping away tears, "But you can call This One Kenarthi,"

"Good to meet you, Kenarthi," Ariq held out his hand.

Kenarthi grasped his outstretched hand. She looked deep into his eyes, but she must have found nothing except Ariq's remorse for she hung her head and walked away. He too shook his fist at the Tower and Vaermina not only for taking this memory, but hurting Kenarthi in the process as well. The others shuffled their feet awkwardly as the two joined them again, but then remembered they had another huge concern.

"Where's the way out?" Ariq asked.

"I think the Daedric bitch double-crossed us," Tara said frantically looking around, "There's no door, portal or nothing,"

"I don't think she completely double crossed us," Talis said, "We aren't back in the mist,"

"Bah, that just means we're exposed for the Titan to finish us off!" Hjalmar said angrily.

"She took our most powerful ally too," Wilhelm said unhappily.

Thunder crackled across Quagmire. There was a flash of light and then, there stood Lorkhan. He no longer wore the skin of a Dremora. His humanoid body was formed of shimmering golden light. Those caring golden eyes sat above a beaming white smile that almost blinded them. Warmth permeated the atmosphere.

"Did you miss me?" He said cheerfully.

"But how?" They all asked at once.

"A little power siphoning, a little deception," Lorkhan shrugged, "Now let's get going before my dear Vaermina realizes she's in bed with one of her minions,"

They all burst out laughing. Even Kenarthi.

"But there's no portal," Jadera said after she got herself under control, "And you said you couldn't open one,"

"Weak, could-even-make-his-own-form-and-rode-around-in-a-Khajiit's-head Lorkhan couldn't, but Just-stole-power-from-a-Daedric-Prince Lorkhan can do it no problem," Lorkhan said.

"A portal was coming anyway," Ariq said.

"Mmmaybe," Lorkhan chuckled.

And with that a shining golden doorway tore in the fabric of Quagmire.

"After you," Lorkhan made a sweeping bow.

"Shor's bones, erm…no offense," Hjalmar apologized.

"Don't worry, I'm growing new ones as we speak!" Lorkhan laughed.

"Let's go home!" Wilhelm cheered.

Just as they were about to step into the portal, Ariq got a strange feeling.

"Ariq feels as if we are forgetting something," Ariq said.

"You are forgetting something," Kenarthi said with poorly masked bitterness.

"No, no, something different," Ariq said unable to shake the feeling.

"Damn…huff…right you…huff…are!" came a familiar voice.

The all turned around. Over the ledge that separated them from Quagmire, sprung a dark-skinned hand clutching a spear. Cyrus pulled the rest of himself over the ledge and stood upright. His armor and clothing were in tatters. The Redguard bore bruises, cut and scrapes all over his skin. He looked like he had been through Oblivion all right.

"YOU SPIDER-ASSED, TROLL-BRAINED, RAT-FACED BACKBITERS!" Cyrus cursed at the top of his lungs.

"Ah I thought I sensed someone else out there," Lorkhan said.

"Glad to see you made it," Wilhelm said.

"Yeah I thought you were done for," Tara said.

"I wouldn't have guessed you survived," Hjalmar said.

"Huh, didn't see that coming," Talis said.

"Guess I was wrong about him," Jadera said.

"Well done," Kenarthi nodded.

"Good to have you back," Ariq said.

"That's it?" Cyrus was shocked, "You all leave me for dead, I manage not only survive the beasts here and face my own nightmares, but somehow find you and climb out of the mist and all I get is a good to see you!"

"Oh, quit whining, mortal," Lorkhan said, "Come everyone, back to Nirn,"

Everyone followed Lorkhan through the portal. Cyrus stood there for a minute in amazement. Then he pursed his lips and followed them through.

"I hate you all," He mumbled.

29. Homeward (Inspired by "Star Sky" TSFH)

A snowflake brushed the tip of Ariq's whisker. He opened his eyes only to have another one land right inside. Ariq shot up. An icy breeze blew in from behind him. He shivered and rubbed his arms only to feel that his tail was freezing as well. Ariq had been lying in snow. The sun was beginning to dip in the western sky.

"Up and at 'em pussy cat!" Lorkhan said cheerily.

"Ugh my head," Wilhelm said popping up not far away, "Feels as if I just woke up from a bad dream,"

"Well that's partially true," Lorkhan said.

Everyone else rose from the snow like zombies. Some were happier than others about being back.

"Not the damn cold again!" Cyrus whined close by.

"Say what you want about Quagmire, but at least it was temperate," Talis said unhappily.

"We can go back if you want," Lorkhan offered.

"No! We're fine," Jadera elbowed Talis.

"You could have sent us back to Tamriel you know," Tara pointed out.

"But then you couldn't get the Aurora back," Lorkhan said.

"How did you know?" Tara asked.

"I did share head space with Ariq," Lorkhan clarified.

"You are not allowed back in," Ariq said firmly. Lorkhan just smiled.

"There it is!" Kenarthi called.

Sure enough, there sat the Dwemer airship. It was now frozen almost completely solid. The hull was almost completely covered in snow. A few icicles reached down from the balloon to the deck and others hung like teeth. There was no hope of getting below deck because the door was completely sealed.

"Great, thanks for the icicle," Tara said.

"I was doing fine freezing out here," Cyrus said.

"That'll take forever to thaw out," Talis pouted.

"Not with the power of a god!" Lorkhan said proudly.

"You are that powerful already?" Kenarthi asked.

"Not what I meant," Lorkhan said.

A bolt of golden light shot down from the heavens. The snow around them melted away into vibrant green patches of grass blooming with flowers. A feeling of warmth and that familiar invigoration spread through all of them. In the epicenter of this amazing phenomena stood Kyne in all her glory.

"Hello Handsome," She smiled.

"My warrior queen!" Lorkhan's face reflected utter joy. The brightness of their very beings blinded the mortals in their embrace. Ariq could not see what they were doing, but he had a feeling it would have been awkward to witness. At last, the light died down to a tolerable level.

"My champions, you have my undying gratitude for bring Lorkhan back to me," Kyne said.

"The same from me," Lorkhan said, "Especially you, Ariq, for sharing you head,"

"Oh, that must have been dreadful," Kyne said, "He gets intolerably sarcastic when I'm not around,"

"It was…not the easiest thing," Ariq said.

"Neither was it for the rest of us," Tara said.

"It wasn't all bad," Hjalmar said, "We did get to meet the mighty Shor lord of Sovngarde,"

"That reminds me, I need to get back to there," Lorkhan said, "I hope my shade kept all those rascals in line,"

"It did my dear," Kyne assured, "It even held them back from Alduin until the Dovahkiin led them to glorious victory,"

"Alduin came back!?" Lorkhan "Mortals, why didn't you tell me these things?"

"We were a little busy trying to get you away from the Dwarves," Wilhelm said.

"Sorry about holding you against you will for so long," Jadera said shyly, "But you really should have said something instead of just taking away our magic,"

"Jadera, since you escaped with me, you can now learn the full potential of your magical ability," Lorkhan smiled, "I'm sure Talis can see to that,"

"Yes, of course," Talis agreed enthusiastically.

"Come, my love," Kyne said, "It seems we have much to catch up on and they have much to do,"

"Well let's not waste any more time then," Lorkhan agreed, "Good bye my friends! I hope we can meet again!"

"Come to one of my shrines for a special blessing. I feel the time draws near when you will need it," Kyne smiled, "Until then, go in peace,"

Kyne stretched her spear towards the Aurora. They all turned to see an arc of lightning flash and ice simply disappear off every surface of the Airship. The snow came alive and sat the ship straight up and ready to take off. They turned back to say their good byes only to see the brilliant golden light retreating into the sky. They stood there in silence for a moment in awe.

It was a very short moment.

"Thanks for nothing!" Cyrus called after them.

"Cyrus!" Wilhelm chided.

"What?" Cyrus asked annoyed, "They were gods. They could have instantly teleported us and this stupid ship back home, but no, now we have to ride back for a week in cramped quarters with absolutely no supplies because what we had is probably ruined by now!"

"Kenarthi does not believe they would leave us in such a sad state," Kenarthi said.

"Shor and Kyne do not punish their champions," Hjalmar said confidently.

"Lorkhan and the rest of you left me for dead in Quagmire!" Cyrus reminded.

"But did you die?" Tara asked.

"I hate you asses," Cyrus pouted.

"Didn't Kyne call you the ass?" Wilhelm poked.

"Shut up," Cyrus said more aggressively.

"Oh, stop teasing him and let us go home," Kenarthi said.

"Yeah, before the cold sets in again," Talis said.

"Still could have teleported us straight home," Cyrus mumbled.

"Ariq very faintly heard Kenarthi say, "Could be for a purpose," Ariq had a feeling that was for his ears.

They were underway before they knew it. Just as Kenarthi had said, their supplies were not only preserved, but also appeared to be fresh as well. Every moving part of the Aurora was ice free and sounded as if they had just been oiled. Jadera was absolutely fascinated by the ship. She thoroughly examined wide eyed every nook and cranny. Apparently new technology had not surfaced in Bel Doredol. When the ship was finally ready and lifting from the ground, Jadera was jumping up and down in excitement.

"This is absolutely fantastic!" Jadera said, "I had no idea our technology could last this long,"

"Every adventurer in Tamriel does," Ariq said to himself.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing," Ariq dismissed.

The sun now sank below the horizon. As excited as Jadera was, she began to feel fatigued along with everyone else. The exhaustion from their ordeal caught up with them all at once. Kenarthi volunteered to stay up at the ships wheel and everyone made their way down the stairs. Cyrus was in bed and asleep the minute he hit the pillow. He did not even take his helmet off. The Nords struggle to get their armor off before falling hard onto their beds. Hjalmar drifted off into dreamland. Wilhelm lay awake for a while longer. Talis and Jadera reclined on the same bed and continued to talk. Just before Tara turned in she turned to Ariq.

"Hey could you go up and make sure Kenarthi stays awake?" Tara asked, "I don't want her falling asleep at the wheel?"

"Ariq has to stay up as well? Can the ship not steer itself?" Ariq whined.

"Um…no. That's just you not remembering Kenarthi piloted the ship the whole way here," Tara fumbled.

"Seems This One's memory is worse than he thinks," Ariq said.

"Just go up there," Tara insisted, "This adventure was your idea not to mention the favor you owe me for Hammerfe…"

"Alright. Alright," Ariq conceded.

"Thank you," Tara said. Ariq heard her snore before he was even up the stairs.

A chilling breeze blew right past him as he went on deck and jolted him await. Kenarthi stood unflinching at the wheel. The cold hardly seemed to bother her. Ariq approached her with a familiarity strange to him. The stars began to shine high in the sky.

"Tara sent This One up to keep you stayed awake," Ariq said.

"She did, did she?" Kenarthi said, "This One will have to thank her later,"

"You were here the entire time?" Ariq asked.

"Ever since Hammerfell," Kenarthi said.

"Why can This One not remember?" Ariq scrunched his face with effort.

"Take it easy, Kenarthi can fill you in," Kenarthi said.

"It seems there is a lot to tell," Ariq said then something inside forced him to ask, "How well did we know each other?"

"…Very" Kenarthi said mischievously.

"Were we…?" Ariq began.

Kenarthi giggled, "No, no. It took Kenarthi a long time to get a simple kiss out of you,"

"Ariq is sorry," Ariq said, "Just who This One is,"

Kenarthi shook her head "Well, This One did still get to know a little bit about you despite your stubbornness. You fear dancing for example,"

Ariq froze. Kenarthi beamed and laughed at this. She held out her hand.

"What is this?" Ariq asked.

"Come, Kenarthi has some things to show you," Kenarthi insisted.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ariq asked, "Who will steer the ship?"

"The ship will hold its course," Kenarthi assured.

"But, Tara said…" Ariq protested.

"Ariq, Kenarthi is cold and some movement will help warm her," Kenarthi insisted.

Ariq could see the cold did not bother her in the least, but he found himself going down on deck with her anyway. He was surprised when she drew her sword.

"This is not dancing," Ariq pointed out.

"Swordplay is a dance of sorts," Kenarthi said, "This One will ease you into the real thing as we go,"

Ariq drew his sword and shook his head. He could not believe he was doing this.

"Kenarthi will lead," Kenarthi said.

"Should not This One lead?" Ariq asked.

A sword thrust was her answer. Ariq spun away from the blow. He faced her again to see her grinning from ear to ear. He guessed he was not leading. She struck again. This time he met her blade with his own locking them together. Ariq saw happiness in her eyes that warmed his heart. They broke and continued back and forth. They gracefully twirled blades and bodies around each other both trying to gain the upper hand. While there was no music, Ariq felt a rhythm to their duel. The ring of metal became the melody and the thuds of their feet kept the beat. Kenarthi must have seen this in his eyes and in one quick strike sent his sword skittering across the deck. She dropped her own blade and took both his hands in hers and began to swing him wildly around the deck. Disarmed, however, Ariq felt as if he had two left feet. He staggered and stumbled but Kenarthi kept him from falling.

"Look! You are doing it!" She shrieked with joy.

"Sort of" Ariq tried to keep balance.

Kenarthi laughed and continued to go around and around. Eventually, Ariq found the rhythm again. He matched Kenarthi's every step and he was no longer being flung around the deck. He was dancing! Ariq did not know he had it in him. More importantly, he did not care. He even turned the tables and began to lead Kenarthi. The smiled on her face shone as brightly as the stars around them. They came to a stop. Ariq had a slight stumble, but caught himself before he fell.

"Oh, and you were doing so well," Kenarthi smiled.

"This One thinks that was pretty good for his first time," Ariq smile was now as big as Kenarthi's. He looked her over again. Ariq just knew he had known her. No one else could have convinced him to dance, much less with no music.

"Do you remember now?" Kenarthi asked hopefully.

"Ariq does not remember," Ariq said, "But he feels like he has never been so familiar with another,"

"Kenarthi will take it," Kenarthi smiled, "Just do not make This One wait another year for a kiss,"

"Ariq can do that," Ariq planted a quick one on her lips, but she came at him for a longer one and he did not fight it. The star sky glowed brightly around them.

"Ariq will remember this," Ariq said when he finally had the air to.

"Good," Kenarthi said happily, "Now come help me at the wheel. This ship won't steer itself,"

"For Mara's sake," Ariq shook his head.

End Part 1