The arena was big and golden. It had flags and banners all along the walls and roof.

It resembled a grand cathedral from the outside, but from the inside there was blood all over the walls. The trio of Tang Mo, Redguard and Nord posed a strange sight. The nord, adorned in battle mage armour supplied by the Battle Master, was practicing his frost magic on a mannequin. The tang mo, wielding a large wooden rod, was meditating whilst sitting on the point of his weapon. And the redguard sat in shadows, waiting for the battle to begin.

There was a loud voice 'Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen,' the Ka'Po'Tun's voice was obvious 'Today, we have a brand new team, ripe for battle.' There was a cheer as the crowd heard the news.

'Now let's pit these new contenders off against,' this pause was obviously for dramatic effect, 'the dreaded acrobats, The Gino Brothers!' There was a ring of both cheers and boos. 'Because of the new guys, we will go over the rules.' Do'mas held up a scroll, 'You must kill your enemies to win, you cannot loot your enemy's corpse and you cannot leave the arena until one team is dead.' At the word dead a roar of cheer came from the crowd, clearly they liked violence.

'The newest team,' Do'mas held his hand in the direction of their gate. 'The Blades! Featuring the Redguard, Nazir. The Nord, Ylgar Curse-Maker. And the Ka'Tang Mo, Dov!' The crowd rung with excitement.

'They combat the Gino-Brothers,' he pointed at the other gate, 'Gino, Machiavelli and Wagino!' The crowd was riddled with various cheers and boos.

'Warriors,' the teams readied themselves, 'FIGHT!'

Wagino readied a crossbow and launched a volley of bolts in Ylgar's direction. Ylgar cast a spell and all the bolts stopped in mid-air, then turned and went straight for Wagino's knee.

Gino's sword swung at Nazir, but before it hit he disappeared. Gino looked from left to right in fear and was met by a scimitar to the back, Nazir slowly materialising after the kill.

Machiavelli and Dov slowly spun around each other, their staves colliding. The clash of wood and iron made deafening sounds, causing Nazir and Ylgar to block their ears.

'You fight well,' Machiavelli started 'but not well enough.'

He proceeded to trip up Dov and plunged his stave towards the monkey's chest.

'FUS, RO DAH!' Dov screamed, the acrobat went flying towards Ylgar. The nord froze him and jumped out of the way as Nazir shattered Machiavelli with the pommel of his sword.

Everyone stared at Dov, who in turn just sat on his rod Nazir heard him muttering 'Zu Ni Med Hiu'. The silence went on for what seem like hours before Do'mas broke the silence.

'The Blades Win!' he screamed with a slight hint of relive in his voice. The crowd cheered, chanting their names in unison. Ylgar seemed ecstatic about having his name chanted, taking full opportunity to show off his magic. Nazir just wanted to humour the audience so he downed another invisibility potion and left. Dov continued meditating until he seemingly floated off, an actual fact Nazir carrying a sleeping monkey to the bloodworks. As Ylgar began to make it rain ice he noticed the absence of his fellows and awkwardly ran into the bloodworks.

The team was cleaned and ready for more action, devastating other teams. Three-Dog and Sandy occasionally saw them, and their rooting was heard over the arena wall. Teams like the Daggerfall Covenant and the Ebonheart Pact. Eventually the day wore off and they went to rest, spending time with Sandy and Three-Dog. Nazir was curious, 'Dov?'

The monkey looked up. 'Can you actually communicate with us in a way we understand?'

Dov seemed to ponder the idea and gave a shrug before going back to his stew, clearly this would go nowhere. They kept silent until Ylgar, with more curiosity, asked a question on everyone's minds:

'How did you do that?' his voice was course and he was obviously nervous of touching the subject.

Dov sighed, clearly expecting this question. 'Thu'um.' his answer was simple.

'Shouting?' Ylgar was in shock 'How?'

'I taught him!' Do'mas made, what he thought it was a grand entrance. He swung around a chair and grabbed a mug of sujama. 'We are both training to become dragons, remember.' There was hint of distain in his voice, silencing Ylgar before he could claim transformation is a stupid aspiration. They looked at Dov who, in turn, looked at them. He then closed his eyes and muttered to himself 'Zu Ni Med Hiu', stealing a glance at Ylgar.

The arena was making the group famous in the small town, and it was not long before people started coming to see the "Mighty Blades" fight. Nazir was partially amused by the idea of being applauded for your skill as an assassin. It reminded him of that time he stole Cicero's journal. He reminisced of those times in the sanctuary, driving Cicero madder than he already was. Those nights were relatively sound compared to other times, the fame made him forget, he supposed.

After defeating the eighth group the "Blades" didn't fight for a while , everyone was probably too scared. Success smell like honey to Ylgar, a refreshing change from being a guard shunned by his disliked the traditional nord approach to combat, swing an axe at something you don't like. Now he could fight how he wanted, use magic to make someone swing their own axe at someone they do like.

Ylgar commonly said could he drink heavily and stay sober forever, so the locals tried to test that. Needless to say they were proven wrong as Ylgar drunk every challenger under the table. Except Dov, who enlisted a stale-mate as they both seemed to have the constitution of Sanguine. Eventually they got bored and Ylgar went to bed, however stayed up until everyone was gone. Dov broke his stillness when even the bartender had left.

Dov swiftly and quietly left the small town, under the nose of even Do'mas. Twenty minutes out he found what he was looking for, a small dwarven cottage. The cottage looked like a tiny ruin, similar to the storehouses of Skyrim's ruins. The interior contained a small stone bed; two chairs, a table, a small fireplace and some shelves. But the most prominent feature was a lexicon, displaying runes resembling dragons and sailing ships. Dov sat on one of the chairs and lifted the lexicon, turning it over in his hand. He had been coming here for months, studying the secrets of this lexicon. He held the lexicon to his lips, 'Ofan Him Minwlage to me.' As Dov slipped into the common speak the world around him seemed to blacken as the lexicon opened and drew him in. He closed his eyes and opened them to a bright world.

Rolling hills, green grass and blue skies.

Dov took a deep breath and look around, this place was always so tranquil to him. As he wandered he eventually found what he was looking for, a small jetty sticking out of a cliff.

The jetty seemed to be made of stone, baring heavy resemblance to dwarven ruins. Dov smiled to himself. The first time he came here, he thought he was dead. Dov climbed the small stair case and took the elevator up. As he got off he saw a familiar face.

'Dov!' an elf had said with a tone of relief. The elf was tall and pale. Her ears were larger than most elves and she sported an ornate robe and head piece. 'Bluthanch!' The two embraced each other. Dov broke away, 'So how is my favourite dwarf?' there was a cheeky grin on the Tang Mo's face. The dwemer back-handed him, then quickly stuck her nose up. 'I am a dwemer counsellor!' she was holding back a tremendous laugh, 'You shall address me properly!' There was a silence before the two burst out laughing.

'When will the ship be here?' Dov look at the sky, squinting as he surveyed the area. 'It should be here in about an hour, maybe two.'

'Then we have plenty of time to catch up!' Dov sat on a metal chair. 'What have you been doing while I was gone?'

The land spread wide as Bulthanch and Dov talked discussing matters relating to Nirn and Dwemer's Retreat. In the distance a loud rumbling began and soon enough a large flying ship came into view. It docked at one of the jetties and set a bridge to the dock. Multiple dwemer climbed out of the ship. Some short, some tall, but most noticeable of all was the one in a large hat. The elf walked up to Dov and smiled.

'Come aboard monkey!' the elf laughed heartily, 'And while you're at it you can help me test the mead!' Dov laughed and stepped onto the ship.

'Always a pleasure,' Dov grabbed a ready cup of mead 'Radac.' The big elf laughed some more and downed his mead. 'Do you remember the time?' Radac was slightly drunk 'That I was a ghost?' Dov searched his memory, failing to find anything. And even then his is simply drunk.

'You have said a hundred times!' Bulthanch sighed 'You helped some dark elf kill a demon, we know!' Radac was taken aback. They remained silent as the ship took off but after a few seconds, they all laughed. 'Captain!' Radac spun around to see one of his crewmen. The elf ran up to him and pointed forward, 'Pirates!' Radac's eyes widened as he grabbed a telescope and looked out. Sure enough there were two pirate ships heading their way.

'Arm the guns!' The crew were squabbling about as they loaded the cannons. The two ships were getting closer, and more intimidating as they say screaming daedra and dwemer, all dressed in patchwork clothing. 'Prepare to broadside!' The ships wrapped around each other and a fight ensued. Radac grabbed at a contraption strapped to his leg and aimed it as an imposing dremora. With a large bang the contraption shot a spray of metal at the creature. Radac grabbed at a longer version of what he was using and threw it at Dov, who caught it with ease.

'It's a gun!' Radac screamed as he planted his sword into a passing pirate. 'Point it at a pirate and pull the little stick.' Dov followed out these orders and was surprised at the result. A small metal ball bearing shot out of the end and planted itself in the chest of a daedroth. The thing was down in an instant. Dov continued this and took several pirates down. An elf swung an axe at Dov who guarded with the gun. The axe glowed white and sliced the thing clean. Dov pointed it at the elf and pulled the trigger, blowing out his insides.

'Take down their ship!' Dov heard this cry and boarded one of the pirate ships. After dispatching a few scamps he was inside the hull. Dov searched around until he found a series of moving gears, powered by a glowing core. Dov shot the core and ran out, just making it to his ship as the other fell. He ran towards the other. A daedroth was standing in his way.

Dov aimed at the beast and pulled the trigger. Click! The beast swung his arm and knocked Dov to the left. Radac ran to his and gave him a small bag.

'Put these in here!' he gestured to a little hole with a lid. He then handed him a soul gem. 'Use this on it to!' In as suddenly as he came he was back to fighting off the invaders. Dov reloaded his gun and ran back to the other ship. He tried to open the door, it was locked. Dov tried to kick the door down, to no avail. He pointed his projectile to the handle and shot. The door when flying open, knocking down a cowardly scamp. As he ran to the core he encountered a hulking creature. The thing swung an oversized axe at Dov, whom dodged it and met the beast with a bullet to the heart. He took out the core and ran outside. Awaiting him where a host of elves, all pointing guns at him.

'On my mark!' the largest one cried, Dov knew he couldn't escape whilst he still remained on this plane. Dov fondeled his pack as the tall elf cried 'Aim!' Dov found what he was looking for and brought it up to his mouth. 'Take me back!' he wispered. The lexicon opened and started spinning in Dov's hand. 'Fire!' the world turned black. Voices wispered but nothing that Dov could make out. Soon after, he passed out.

Dov awoke in the small ruined cottage. In his hands were the shattered remnants of the lexicon, and the gun. Dov looked at the technology in his hand, this might be useful. Dov looked out the window and saw only a few hours was to come until dawn. Dov fell onto the stone bed, unaware of the bruises he just inflicted upon himself. He lay there for a while, until finally, he fell asleep.