Chapter four: And then there were nine
Lucien Lachance looked grimmer than usual and gestured towards Ocheeva who said "A few days after you 'purified' the Cheydinhal sanctuary it was visited by a greedy freelance necromancer who had been tracking us down for the last few days trying to convince us to join him so he could overthrow the imperial city and become emperor. He was obviously mad and we had no intention of overthrowing the government so we had previously repeatedly turned him down, but we could not deny him when he forced his way into the sanctuary probably all too delighted to see us all dead. For what anybody else might see as a useless pile of bodies the necromancer saw as his own private army of assassins so he resurrected us and bound us under a magical chain that forced us to do whatever he tells us to, thus effectively making us his slaves".
"But your here talking to me. Surely he wouldn't want anybody trying to help you kill him, how is this allowed?".
"He got lazy" said Teinaava "He said go to bravil I need you to talk to an old friend. He was of course referring to a bosmer named Faylar who came into town a few days ago in search of a certain book. We are going to kill him as our 'master' had written down in a scroll, we can talk to you because you are an old friend, those are the only words he spoke as the rest of his orders are written down in the scroll which he gave to Antoinetta". He motioned to Antoinetta who smiled at Connor ever the awkwardly friendly type.
"So... why aren't you all angry at me I mean I did kill all of you except Lucien, sorry I wasn't quicker getting to Applewatch by the way".
"Can we please not mention Applewatch?" Lucien said in a stern voice.
"We aren't angry with you because you were only following orders, denying to do so would have resulted in your own death" said Telaendril.
"So what do you need me to do?" asked Connor still taken aback by current events but still focused enough to address the issue at hand.
"You're not going to like it". Said Gogron
"Come on I'm the Champion of Cyrodil do you have any idea what I've been through, how many dungeons I've crawled through and oblivion gates I've shut down? Not to mention the fact that I am Sheogorath".
"Sheogorath?" said a puzzled Vicente.
"Never mind, anyway it can't be that bad, try me" Said Connor assuming a simple task like kill the necromancer which made him wonder why they would think it so difficult for him.
"We need you to die" Said M'raaj Dar rather bluntly.
"What!" gasped Connor.
"The 'master'" continued M'raaj Dar "has entrusted us with a magical scroll which contains the enchantment used to bind people under his command, his exact words were". "If you find anybody you think would make a good edition to my army, kill them, resurrect them and bind them under the enchantment on this scroll this will make them as faithful to me as you are".
"Of course it's not our fault if the commanding spell section of the scroll were to become unreadable" he said as he 'accidentally' dipped the scroll in a nearby puddle "there we go now when we go to resurrect you, resurrected is all you will be. No magical binding spell keeping you from killing him when he least expects it".
"Now if you would be so kind as to hold still" Said Teinaava who was suddenly behind Connor who was about to turn around when he felt the knife go through the back of his neck and out the front which he briefly saw glimmering in the moonlight before dying".