"Martin…Martin? No, I don't know a…oh! MARTIN!" Sheogorath screamed and tackled his friend.
"Wait, the Martin Septim? The one who sacrificed himself to stop the Oblivion Crisis?" Hulgar asked.
"Yes, the one and same. I assume you are wondering what happened to me?"
"Of course," Hulgar said.
"Well, after the Oblivion Crisis, I was 'killed,' but in reality, my soul and physical form were trapped in a crown gem, the Imperial Diamond, which Potentate Ocato carried with him until his assassination by the Thalmor. Then, the Diamond was stolen by the Thalmor and taken to Alinor. Years passed, and then, a new hand touched the Diamond, a Redguard. When the Redguard died, a part of the Diamond cracked, freeing me. However, I was no longer nobility. Instead I was a beggar who stayed in an alley behind the Temple of the One. When I saw Aren…er, Sheogorath, I followed you. That is when I found you and that…jester," Martin explained.
Just as he finished, Cicero came bounding into the alley, muttering something about a beautiful sweetroll that rolled on the ground, as he stabbed it. "Oh, hooded stranger, you saved me!" he squealed and bounded towards Martin.
"Jesters are not worthy to tou… aghhhhh! Martin!" Arenar exclaimed after he transformed.
"Does this happen often?" Martin asked. Thadas only nodded.
"Now, where are you taking humble Cicero next? To Cheydinhal? Leyawiin? Anvil? What about New Kvatch?" Cicero asked in delight.
"Dawnstar," Hulgar responded.
"WHAT!? CICERO WANTS TO EXPLORE… Cyrodiil… I am sorry listeners," he muttered as the jester backed away.
"Now, Arenar, if you could let go that would be great…" Martin said.
"Oh. Of course, I am sorry, Lord," Arenar said.
"I am no one's Lord, now please, tell me friend, what brings you to the city?" Martin inquired.
"Well, we came here to open a portal to Oblivion. You see, the Dwarves have returned." Arenar explained.
"What? How?" Martin asked the group.
"It apparently has something to do with Hulgar slaying a dragon, Alduin, I think it was," Thadas said.
The group walked with Martin, explaining the story. He was quiet when they finished.
"Martin, are you alright?" Arenar asked his friend.
"Yes… it's just… I had a vision of a Dwarf, in a ruin, but I know the ruin… Sancre Tor…" he said before he fainted.
"What is he talking about?" snapped Thadas.
"Well, whatever it is, we have to go to Sancre Tor to find out," Hulgar said.
They reached Sancre Tor twelve hours later, as it took Martin nine to awake. When they arrived, they were greeted by skeletons and zombies, which they dispatched of quickly.
"I've never seen those things. What are they?" Hulgar asked.
"Zombies. That is Cyrodillic for Draugr," Arenar explained.
"Well then, inside we go!" Hulgar said as he kicked the door in, only to be greeted by whizzing sounds and Arenar falling to the ground.
"NO!" Thadas cried, as he shot fire into the doorway, having five crossbow-wielding Dwarves fall as Hulgar killed the rest of them, leaving ten dead.
"Leave me, I will be fine," Arenar whispered.
"No," Thadas said, tears streaming down his eyes. "We may have fought occasionally, but we were brothers in war together."
"Leave, now," Arenar said, as his body fell limp.
"No. NOOOOOO!" Thadas cried.
"Thadas, come, we will avenge him," Hulgar said.
"Damn right, we will! Come on!"
They cleared the ruins in half an hour.
"Now to find the bastard in charge!" Thadas exclaimed, picking up a key from a Dwarf as he swung open a door in the back room of the dungeon.
"Ah, hello, heroes," they heard a voice say. Thy turned around and Thadas stumbled.
"Impossible," was all he could say, for in front of them was a Dwarf, using Keening, Sunder and Wraithguard on the Heart of Lorkhan.