A little later in Cyrodiil atop the Velothi Mountains, a lone Blade soldier with a telescope looks towards the east. "The dragon's not going back, what happened?" the soldier wondered. Hours later the soldier runs to Cloud Ruler Temple and reports to Caius Cosades. "Grand Spymaster Cosades, there has been a change in the flight pattern." the soldier informed. "Tell me, did it fly east?" Caius asked.
"Yes sir. How did you know?" the soldier asked. "It's going home to Akavir." Caius answered. Days later in Vvardenfell, the Blades are preparing a ship for an expedition to Akavir. "I'm totally panicking right now! What if we don't make it back?" Sjorvar wondered worriedly. "That's why you should stay behind, you're just an apprentice and it's too dangerous for you. Another Grand Spymaster will arrive to supervise you." Nisfar assured.
A chitin-clad Dunmer with a white ponytail approaches the Blades. "Greetings, my name is Testa Guai. I have been sent here as a temporary replacement for Grand Spymaster Nisfar Adlathil. Where is he, Journeyman?" Testa asked Elone. "He's gathering emperor parasol spores to try to make a temporary base on Akavir." Elone replied. "Is he part of House Telvanni?" asked Testa. "Not sure, but somehow he knows how to make a small stronghold with Telvanni methods." Elone replied.
Meanwhile on the Ascadian Isles, Nisfar is levitating to the gills of the giant emperor parasol mushrooms and extracting its giant spores and later retrieving greater soul gems from his house. "Hello, Grand Spymaster Nisfar Adlathil? My name is Testa Guai and I'm your temporary for when or if you get back from your expedition." Testa greeted as he let himself inside the house. "You should be here for a month, if not then consider yourself permanently stationed on Vvardenfell. But if I still come back alive after a few centuries, you are to be stationed back to where you were in Cyrodiil." Nisfar said. "Fine by me, I haven't been in Morrowind for years." Testa commented nostalgically.
"So what can you do?" "Pardon?" "What are your abilities? What's your cover when staying here?" the two interviewed. "Well, I applied for the local guard as per the instructions by Grandmaster Jauffre, but I used to work as a merchant, an enchanter, and a blacksmith." Testa answered. "What do you train for potential recruits?" Nisfar asked. "Basic lessons as a swordfighter: blocking, the blade and armour." Testa answered. "Do you know any spells?" asked Nisfar.
"I can conjure an ancestor ghost. Though, I just prefer using the good old blade." Testa answered. "So to recap: you worked as a merchant, enchanter, and blacksmith, your cover is a guard and you train swordfighters." Nisfar evaluated. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Testa asked. "Okay, you're qualified for the job. Remember to visit Apprentice Sjorvar Horse-Mouth often; he's very lonely out in his shack." Nisfar reminded.
"Am I his superior or his father?" Testa asked sarcastically. "That would be me, his actual father." Sorar interrupted as he enters the house. "Who are you?" Testa asked. "My name is Sorar Thunder-Mouth, Sjorvar's father." Sora answered r. "I've seen your robes before, you're a Greybeard. I have never seen a Greybeard at all! I thought you stay up on the top of the Throat of the World." Testa said excitedly.
"Nisfar, the ship's ready for sail. Are you ready?" Sorar asked. "Yes, food, weapons, shelter. I told you I would be using a Telvanni-style mushroom tower." Nisfar replied. "Great. Hey, new guy, if anything happens to my son I will personally throw you into the Red Mountain!" Sorar threatened Testa as Nisfar leaves the house. "Y-yes s-sir." Testa replied worriedly. "Good, I will be in Skyrim and don't think I won't visit. I know mark and recall." Sorar said.
On a small Dunmer junk the Blades are ready to set sail as they carry the last set of cargo and equipment. Sorar, Sjorvar and Testa wave goodbye as they raise anchor. The ship sails away from Gnaar Mok and heads east into the sunrise. After a few days they spot Ahbiilok flying in the same direction and they follow him while trying not to be spotted. Soon they lose Ahbiilok in a thick fog, but sail stright.
Within a month they find land that they believe is Akavir. "Are we here?" the Altmer wondered. "Maybe, we should find somewhere to set up base." Nisfar replied. They find a small island not far from the mainland and Nisfar prepares to make the base by spreading some of the spores and two soul gems to make it grow faster. "This will take a few days to grow, but right now we need to find the dragon and make sure he doesn't come back to Tamriel." Nisfar commanded to the Blades setting up the crates. "I'll stay here to make sure the base will be grown." the Altmer said.
The Blades venture into the thick tropical forest where they find a small village inhabited by what appeared to be men with hairy tails and hands for feet. "Hello there, my name is Nisfar Adlathil we are from Tamriel!" Nisfar alerted the village. "Tamriellics, we have not met your kind in a very long time. We are the Tang Mo. My name is Kerepu." a monkey man with yellow fur covering the outer perimeter of his face like a beard welcomed them. "You speak Tamriellic?" Nisfar asked in a confused tone. "Our home, the Thousand Monkey Isles, or Tang Mo in our tongue, is usually the first place visitors from the west arrive, so we learned their language to communicate with them easier." Kerepu said.
Have you recently seen a dragon fly here?" Nisfar asked. "A few hours ago a dragon flew above the isles but thankfully did not notice us. We have not seen a dragon except for the Ka Po' Tun's great leader Tosh Raka, his head towering above the trees and shadow reaching the coast." Kerepu said.
To be continued…
