Viedrelle looked at the other three heroes with a bewildered look to his eyes. After having not been around for so long, there was much catching up needed for the Hero of Daggerfall.
'Wait...you're Sheogorath? What?' asked Viedrelle as he looked at Hadrian with much confusion.
'It's a long story. I'll fill you in at some time as I did for Althalos and Terrowin here.' replied Hadrian.
'Alright. You all heard what Hircine said, shall we get a move on?' asked Terrowin, unsure if Althalos, Hadrian, and especially Viedrelle were ready to head off towards the portal to Sovngarde that Hircine opened up to the west.
'Let's do it.' said Althalos.
'While we are walking, may I ask some questions, as we are doing so, you can tell me of how you're Sheogorath, Hadrian?' asked Viedrelle.
'Absolutely.' replied Hadrian.
The group then picked up the pace away from Hircine's Shrine and his followers, the Khajiit Tal'ak and the Nord Gaius Dostmere. The night was disappearing and the first break of dawn peaked its head out in the horizon. The lack of sleep still not effecting Althalos, Hadrian, or Terrowin as they pushed on with their new member, the Hero of Daggerfall himself no less.
'First, I must ask. What year is it?' asked Viedrelle
'It's the two-hundredth and second year of the Fourth Era.' answered Althalos.
'Damn...alright. There's no way of knowing the time in the Hunting Grounds, Hircine tells us nothing and no real people show up there to have an intelligent discussion with, just Werebeasts of all sorts. Werelions, Werebats, and others. My next question is and not that I have a problem with this, it's good to be myself again but why did you all pull me out of the Hunting Grounds?'
'To explain rather shortly. We are forming a guild of sorts, a guild to bring back the former glory of Tamriel; to hopefully unite the people and protect its people from any and all evil.' explained Terrowin.
To make sure everything remained chronological, Althalos started off and told of his journey involving The Blight and the defeat of Dagoth Ur and the break-up and dismantling of the False Tribunal. Hadrian told of Emperor Uriel Septim VII's death and the entirety of the Oblivion Crisis along with how he became Sheogorath. Terrowin then told Viedrelle of The Red Year, the Argonian invasion of Morrowind, The Great War, The Skyrim Civil War, and the return of Alduin and his other adventures such as his time on Solstheim and with the Dawnguard.
'Alduin? I though that was pure legend by the Blades of the past, many Blades members would tell me of it. Never believed it myself. I cannot believe how much I have missed and how much has happened..' Viedrelle said with a somber tone.
'It's quite alright. With the shape that Tamriel is in...it's in need of heroes such as us and we are only missing one. The Eternal Champion.' Terrowin said.
'The Eternal Champion? I remember him. He was there with some of the guards when many prisoners including myself were freed when Jagar Tharn locked us all up during the Imperial Simulacrum. I don't remember what he looked like, the details are fuzzy; he was indeed very close to the Emperor...as was I.' Viedrelle said softly.
'All we know is that he's a Nord and that we're heading to Sovngarde.' Terrowin reminded everyone.
'If we intend to become a guild that all of Tamriel can count on, then what of the situation with the emperor? You, Terrowin, said you assassinated him during your time with the Dark Brotherhood. I feel an empty throne may present some problems what with the Thalmor's grasp on the Imperial City. Is there still no new emperor?' Viedrelle asked.
'I'm sure that they will find some new puppet to put on the throne. I left no clues behind that can lead the assassination back to me. As long as the Emperor and especially the Thalmor don't get in our way then we should have no problem establishing The Guild of Tamriel. If the Thalmor do cause a problem then I hope the rest of you don't mind playing a fun game of "Remove Altmer".' said Terrowin, his voice a bit smug at the end of his speaking.
'I am more than up for that. Hahaha.' Althalos said with a smile.
As the sun broke over the mountains and the morning was well under way, the group stopped off for a bite to eat. Terrowin taking Auriel's Bow and shooting two Dragonbone arrows into two large deer. Althalos then skinned both the deer and took any and all good meat they had on them which the Dunmer then used Trueflame to cook it all up. After the meal, Hadrian knew that they were now not far at all from the location so he and the rest of the party made haste. Not long after, they then reached a large cliff, down below is what looked like two conjoined rivers flowing while on the cliff itself was the destroyed Oblivion Gate. Hadrian immediately remembered his time going into so many of those demonic things, the enchantments from the Sigil Stones almost made the journeys worth it, though.
Right where the portal to the Deadlands would be stood a large blue portal, its radiance was almost a mixture of good and something more sinister. Hircine conjuring it but its destination a more friendly and inviting place. Every hero took a large breath in and out as they stared at the portal for a good few seconds, three of them having never gone to the heaven of the Nords. Terrowin unsure if a Breton, Dark Elf, and Imperial would be welcomed there but the Dragonborn had faith, faith that he should be able to quell any negative energy or bad blood that might appear there.
'By Hircine! I just remembered...I don't have a weapon.' said Viedrelle as he looked at his side and there was no weapon dangling there. Althalos handed Viedrelle Scourge; the Hero of Daggerfall studied it and swinged it around a bit. 'Thank you, Nerevarine.' he then placed the mace at his side and adjusted the red hood over his head. Terrowin then took the first steps towards the portal to Sovngarde.
'Let's do this.' Terrowin said.
The rest of the group then caught up with the Nord as they all stepped closer and closer into the portal. It was large enough to fit all four of the large warriors and so they all stepped in at once and in an instant, they were whizzed away from the realm of Mundus. For the few moments the heroes were traveling, their eyes saw everything in the Aurbis. They saw the stars or rather, holes that the Magna Ge left behind in their departure to Aetherius, the planets of the Nine Divines, Aetherius itself and its many sub-realms, and there was even a small glimpse into the Void; Terrowin and Hadrian especially feeling the presence of Sithis itself.
Their boots met with solid ground, their visions slightly blurred and their bodies in a whirl. Terrowin made sure everyone was together and nobody was left behind; he then took a moment to make sure he knew where in Sovngarde they were.
They were now indeed in the Nord heaven, where brave warriors and noblemen who did deeds of valour and courage were rewarded with an afterlife of drink and battle, men on Nirn remember those who reside here for their glory in days gone by. Terrowin felt the familiar presence of the land whereas Viedrelle, Althalos, and Hadrian looked on with awe at the land—alien to them but wonderous no doubt. They all stood at the entrance to the land or at least what Terrowin remembers as the entrance he stood at when he was last in Sovngarde.
The landscape around the group was no different in look from Skyrim or that's how the Dragonborn percieved it but it was not the case with the rest of the party. It was nighttime or at least, it looked like it was, the Nord heaven was cloaked in a blue-ish tint while the sky above provided more than a fair mixture of colors. The sky above was full of colorful swirls and shapes, much like the Shivering Isles but not quite the same. Below the group stood some stone steps that descended downwards and further into the land, up on higher rocks were large torches that lit the way down for those new to Sovngarde. There were also two large stone statues on opposite sides of each other, standing with the torches; the statues being of two hooded figures.
Terrowin led the way down the stone steps, everyone keeping their eyes peeled and looking in every direction for anything that could cause some trouble. The air was a neutral temperature, just right to where one could be not too cold nor too hot; breathing in this air felt different, different from that of the air on Nirn. As the group descended downwards, the stone steps disappeared as did the torches, they now were in the middle of a forest surrounded in fog with nothing to light the way. Althalos quickly walked next to Terrowin, took out Trueflame, and had its fire light the way, its radiancy expelling the fog away. Within the fog were some Stormcloak and Imperial soldiers, Terrowin remembered this from his last time in this land; he presumed they were wandering or lost souls, unable to find their way in Sovngarde. The dead soldiers looked at the group of heroes with glaring eyes but said nothing and did nothing, not questioning the fact that Pelinal Whitestrake, a cloaked Breton, and a Dark Elf were in an afterlife meant for men.
After a bit of time traveling through the mist, Althalos put away Trueflame as he and Terrowin both looked to the west, only to see the Whalebone Bridge and the Hall of Valor. The group then climbed their way up some large boulders and rock structures, Viedrelle proving to be the most skilled at climbing as he reached the top long before everyone else did. The rest of the heroes reached the top and then made their way down to the Whalebone Bridge; some stone steps and two large torches showing the way. Surrounding that were some trees, flora, and large bones that stuck out of the ground. Terrowin looked ahead and saw Tsun standing guard just as he was when Terrowin last came to Sovngarde. The party approached the Nordic God of Trials, Terrowin removed Konahrik so Tsun knew it was indeed him and everyone but Terrowin was in awe at the size of Tsun who stood somewhere around eight feet tall. Tsun wore no cuirass but did have boots, greaves, and bracers that were of ancient Nordic make; even the large battleaxe he had was of ancient Nord craft.
'Ah Dragonborn, how good it is to see you. How did you manage to come back here?' asked Tsun, his voice gruff and accented.
'I made a deal with Hircine, had him open up a portal to here so we can talk to someone who resides here.' said Terrowin bluntly.
'I would expect better of you than to rely on Daedric magic, Dragonborn. Before I ask who it is you seek, who are these friends you have brought?' Tsun asked, his mannerism and tone was calm and not stern despite sounding like it.
'I am Viedrelle, the Hero of Daggerfall and former Blades Agent to Emperor Uriel Septim VII.'
'I am Althalos. Nerevarine, savior of Morrowind, honorary Ashlander, Hortator to the three Houses of Morrowind, and Bloodskaal to the Skaal of Solstheim.'
'And I am Hadrian. Hero of Kvatch, Champion of Cyrodiil, and Divine Crusader.' Hadrian figured it would be best if he didn't mention he was Sheogorath.
'That explains that. Now, who is it that you seek here?' asked Tsun.
'We came here looking for the Eternal Champion as he was known. Savior to all of Tamriel...slayed Jagar Tharn. You get the gist.' said Viedrelle.
'There's a bit more to it than that. Hircine allowed the portal that he opened accesible with this realm. When we step out of it, the Eternal Champion will be alive and well once again; his spiritual body taking on a more physical and temporary form. Can you help with transporting us back to that specific portal when we depart from here?' asked Terrowin
'Yes, I can, that is no trouble. And I know now who it is you speak of. This Eternal Champion. I will not tell you his name for that will ruin introductions but when you all enter the Hall of Valor, look for a tall man with red hair and a red beard. Not hard to miss, he's the only one in there with such a color to his hair,' explained Tsun. 'Before you all head in, with the exception of the Dragonborn here. I must ask the other three of you to face me in a trial by combat. One by one. Who will step up first?' asked Tsun as he drew his large battleaxe. Terrowin couldn't object as it was custom for all those who wish to enter the Hall of Valor. Regardless of gender, race, or anything of that matter.
Althalos stepped up first and withdrew the Daedric Crescent Blade from his back. He and Tsun immediately clashed, their weapons clanging together loudly and their strikes were fast and swift. Althalos gained the upper hand rather quickly as he cut Tsun with the Daedric Crescent Blade, paralyzing him and then continued slashing as Tsun was down. Tsun regained his mobility and held out his hand to stop Althalos who then sheathed the Daedric Crescent Blade. Tsun's strength and regeneration was incredible as his wounds were healed and he showed no sign of fatigue. Althalos walked back to where Terrowin, Hadrian, and Viedrelle were standing.
Hadrian stepped up next with the Shield of the Crusader in his left hand and the Sword of the Crusader in his right hand. Tsun took his battleaxe, held it high in the air and striked it downward, fast as lightning; Hadrian immediately reacted by holding up the Shield of the Crusader and blocking the attack. The force of the collision was so strong, it ringed throughout everyone's bodies in the vicinity. Hadrian immediately seized the small window there was and slashed at Tsun many times with his sword, Tsun deflecting most of the hits with his battleaxes but the Sword of the Crusader was more than formidable, as was its wielder. Tsun again held out his hand, Hadrian sheathed his weapon and went to where Althalos and Terrowin were standing.
It was now the last and final trial, Viedrelle's turn to be exact. The Breton stepped forward with some hesitance as he slowly took out Scourge, unsure of himself and his abilities considering how long it has been since he had fought in his normal form. Tsun took the first swing and Viedrelle dodged it by rolling to the right, Tsun swung again and Viedrelle rolled to the left. Instead of using Scourge however, the Hero of Daggerfall then delivered a swift and heavy side kick to the Tsun's abdomen; the Nordic god keeled over clenching his stomach. He then recovered in almost an instant and was back to fighting the cloaked Breton in front of him. Viedrelle was not quite as skilled as Althalos and Hadrian as he got swiped with Tsun's battleaxe a few times; his tough Daedric Armor fortunately stopping those blows and barely showing a scratch or dent. The Hero of Daggerfall rolled, dodged, and flipped Tsun's attacks a few more times before finally swinging Scourge at Tsun, landing many blows.
The rest of the group were impressed with Viedrelle's acrobatics and dodging ability, something to be admired for sure. After Viedrelle striked the Nordic God of Trials just a few more times just to be sure, Tsun stopped the battle and sheathed his battleaxe, Viedrelle did the same with Scourge. The Breton then went over to where the rest of the group were as Tsun approached the four heroes.
'Shor's favor has found you three very much worthy to enter the Hall of Valour. Our haven of drink and rest awaits you four. May you find the Eternal Champion and bring him with you on your journey.' Tsun said as he stepped aside to allow the group to pass over the Whalebone Bridge.
Terrowin stepped up first to cross the bridge as he once did before, Althalos followed and so did Hadrian and finally, Viedrelle. The last three finding the Whalebone Bridge to be something else albeit a bit queer considering it's a bridge constructed from Whale bone. A creature seldom seen by those who aren't sailors, the group having never seen such a creature with their own eyes. The bridge was crossed and what lied ahead were two sets of stone stairs going either right or left, Terrowin leading the other heroes to the left-most stairs and heading up them; large torches lighted the way to the Hall of Valor. The building being of great size, its design no doubt Nordic and it being a place that means comfort for all who wish to enter. Terrowin stopped at the door leading into the building to let the other three catch up a bit, Terrowin rotated his head and neck a bit before pushing open the rather tall door, the eyes and ears of the four heroes were met with the sounds of merry chat and the great glow of roaring flames from cook fires.
The door closed behind the group as they admired their surroundings of the Hall of Valor greatly. There were Nord heroes and warriors sporting all kinds of armor and weaponry, be it male or female, the Nords who reside here no doubt get along with each other quite well. There was a good couple of large dining tables filled to the brim with food and drink of all sorts; there were also many candles all over the tables that were being held up on gold chamber sticks. Behind the tables, there was one particular throne of high importance, Shor's throne itself. The group descended down a small set of stone stairs that were in front of them as they admired their surroundings more as they walked around, breathing in the air of meat and battle.
Ysgramor, Olaf One-Eye, High King Torygg, Randagulf of Clan Begalin, and Kodlak Whitemane; all among the enormous mix of Nords. The heroes walked about the Hall of Valor, keeping their eyes peeled for a Nord with red hair and a red beard; there were many of the ginger sort but the way Shor described the Eternal Champion made him sound like he really stands out from the crowd but not in a negative way. The group moved to the east wing of the Hall of Valor, not a single red-haired warrior in sight—they then moved to the west wing, seemingly nothing until a certain man caught their eyes. The man was standing by himself near a large window on the east side of the western wing, holding a mug of Ale. He was tall, damn near seven feet tall; he towered over most of the other men in the Hall. Most notable was his red hair and beard, a bright yet deep scarlet color. His hair itself reached down to his neck and was bushy, as was his beard that covered his whole face; Terrowin and Althalos both thinking he resembled the Nord Einar that they encountered in Mournhold.
The party approached the Nord warrior, as they did, they studied his look more. He had brown eyes and wore a set of old Ebony armor, older than even Viedrelle's Daedric Armor. The Ebony Armor resembling plate armor, much like Viedrelle's Daedric set and the Nord having no weapon on him.
'Greetings, fellow Nord. Do you happen to be...the Eternal Champion?' asked Terrowin. Viedrelle, Althalos, and Hadrian stood behind the Dragonborn with hushed mouths.
'Yes. I am the Eternal Champion. Name's Fendrel. How can I be of service to you fine gentlemen?' said Fendrel very politely as he held out his armored hand and firmly shook each hero's hand. Fendrel's voice was very gruff, lower than Terrowin's own voice.
'We are The Guild of Tamriel, Fendrel the Eternal Champion. A group of heroes bent on restoring Dawn's Beauty to a state of rest, not peace but calm stasis. I am Terrowin the Last Dragonborn and I will let my fellow warriors introduce themselves..' Terrowin said as he stood back a foot and silenced himself to let the others speak.
'I am Viedrelle, Hero of Daggerfall and Agent of the Blades to Emperor Uriel Septim VII.'
'Blades Agent? Were you by any chance imprisoned by the wicked Jagar Tharn and then freed afterwards?' asked Fendrel.
'Indeed I was.'
'By Kynareth, I remember now. The Emperor told me of you and what he had visions of, you a great to-be hero and what was to come afterwards. He had utter faith and trust in you, I remember...but how are you alive?'
'We'll explain later.' said Viedrelle. His tone reassuring.
'Anyways, I digress. Continue.' said Fendrel.
'I am Althalos. Nerevarine and savior of Morrowind. Hortator of the Great Houses of Morrowind, and Bloodskal to the Skaal of Solstheim.'
'I am Hadrian. Hero of Kvatch, Champion of Cyrodiil, and Divine Crusader.' Hadrian decided to wait until later to tell him of the Sheogorath matters as they were not in an ideal place for such things to be shown.
'I remember you as well, the Imperial who saved Kvatch from the Daedra. It's been a pleasure to meet you all and to tell me of your "Guild of Tamriel". I am guessing there's some more to share?' asked Fendrel as he took a drink of his Ale.
'Yes. We came here to Sovngarde to retrieve you, Fendrel. To bring you into The Guild of Tamriel. To fight for the good of Tamriel. There's far more to explain so how about we sit down at a table to tell you of everything that's happened after the Oblivion Crsis.' suggested Terrowin. Fendrel nodded in agreement and walked with the other heroes to a nearby table where they all sat to chat.
Terrowin filled Fendrel in on everything that happened after his death; everything that he had told Viedrelle, Althalos, and Hadrian. Fendrel knew of the Civil War in Skyrim but not everything that came before, his face turned sorrowful as he downed his Ale and held a fist to his mouth. Fendrel breathed in and out very heavily as he then quickly slammed his fist down on the table.
'Alright. I'll do it, Tamriel is in trouble and I will do what I can to help in these troubling times. Thank you for sharing all of this with me, I feel emboldened, strong...I haven't felt like this in so long. There is one problem however. I'm dead... How am I going to be able to come back to Tamriel?' asked Fendrel with an eyebrow raised.
'I made a deal with Hircine. That's how I was able to bring Viedrelle back. I traded the Savior's Hide and my own soul for him, you were put in as a bonus. He opened up a portal here to Sovngarde and made it so when you come back, your spiritual body much like Viedrelle's will take on a more physical appearance and feel. The form will be temporary but will last quite a long time' Terrowin explained.
'Normally, I would be against dealings with Daedric magic,' Fendrel said, his voice as icy as Skyrim's winds. 'However, I will make an exception here. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. We can stay and chat a while, I would love to hear your stories as well as explain my own afterwards.' said Fendrel, sounding chipper and a bit giddy.
'I'll start.' said Viedrelle. 'I was born in Evermor in High Rock in 375 of the Third Era. My father coming from Camlorn and my mother coming from Farrun. They raised me well, no real family quarrels and we made it day to day however we could. My father working as a smith and my mother was a farmhand. I would spend any and all time training to be a Blade. From the time I was a small child up until my adult years; it was something I wanted to be so badly. My dream came true when I was twenty and I was made a Blades member. Then...tragedy struck—Emperor Uriel Septim VII as you know was imprisoned by Jagar Tharn, I was imprisoned for ten long years. Fendrel here, helped free me after Tharn was destroyed.'
Viedrelle then continued on about his adventures afterwards in the Iliac Bay; why the Emperor sent him there and his dealings with all the ruling powers in the area, the Daedric Princes, Mannimarco, among many other encounters. The Breton told of how he became a Wereboar and what it meant to be one, finally ending with how he died—slain by the Numidium.
Althalos went on to tell his story but before doing so, explained to Viedrelle everything else that happened immediately after the events of The Warp in the West, leading those events up to The Blight of Morrowind and everything that followed. Althalos told of his life in the Imperial City all the way up to his adventures in Akavir with the Tang Mo. This part especially piqued interest and intrigue of every member of The Guild.
Hadrian told his life story and such up until the defeat of Umaril the Unfeathered. Abruptly ending there, Fendrel asked as to why, even questioning how Hadrian was still alive after so long but Hadrian told Fendrel to wait until later for answers.
Terrowin told his story with Alduin, Miraak, and Harkon; the adventures with the many guilds he's a part of, and his family along with why he set out on this grand quest to begin with. That final part being news to the ears of the other four warriors.
'What fantastic stories I have heard! I thank you all for filling me in on everything that has happened and what wasn't brought to my ears during my time of living. To start, I was born in the year 370 of the Third Era in the city of Whiterun in Skyrim. My father being a stable hand from Bruma and my mother being a jewelry maker from Falkreath. I spent my entire childhood working with my father and his stable business and training to be a guard one day but not just any guard, the Emperor's Guard. In 388, I got my wish. I moved to the Imperial City and started out as a low-ranking member of the Emperor's Guard—I was happy and content with the position but ready to keep moving on up. By the next year, the whole incident with Jagar Tharn happened and I was freed by the spirit of Ria Silmane, Tharn's apprentice.' Fendrel explained. 'I then spent ten long years traveling Tamriel, I learned unfathomable secrets of the land that even the most avid of bookworms couldn't have known. I gathered the pieces to the Staff of Chaos and defeated Tharn in 399 in the Imperial Palace. Emperor Uriel Septim VII was freed and he named me the Eternal Champion.'
Fendrel then told the other heroes of the later years of his life. Being at Uriel Septim's side. training any new blood that came in to be a part of the Emperor's Guard, and where he was during the Emperor's assassination.
'It was purely the Blades' matter, not mine. It was their duty to protect the Emperor and I had no reason to interfere with such a thing. I stayed behind to keep things at the Imperial Palace level-headed. That didn't go too well considering someone stole an Elder Scroll and the invasion of Mehrunes Dagon. I met my end, as you know, to a Dremora Lord. My bones were old and brittle by that time; however, I still had to try and fight. After that ordeal, I found myself here in Sovngarde and I have been here since.'
After the story sharing, the Guild of Tamriel was now official. The Eternal Champion, the Hero of Daggerfall, the Nerevarine, the Hero of Kvatch, and the Last Dragonborn. All together however they weren't back in Tamriel yet but once they were, the real business would come underway. The group laughed and cheered at more stories being shared by one another; Fendrel downed Ale after Ale after Ale while the others drank in moderation. Viedrelle had himself some fine Skyrim Wine, Althalos drank some Flin, Hadrian had himself a bottle of Cyrodiilic Brandy, and Terrowin had a couple bottles of Nord Mead. Everyone in the party was more drunk than a Nord barbarian on his birthday.
The Guild then blacked out, hammered from the excessive amount of alcohol consumed. They all woke up the next morning, passed out on the tables and benches in the area of the Hall of Valor they were in. Terrowin was the first to wake up, he got Althalos and Viedrelle up next. Hadrian woke up by himself shortly after; Fendrel was difficult to get moving, the amount of Ale he drank really did a number on him and his head. Once the red-haired Nord was moving, the group made sure they had all their weapons and armor, unsure if anything had gotten stolen off of them in the midst of their blackout. Everything was in check and the Guild of Tamriel was ready to head off—they exited through the doors of the Hall of Valor to find Sovngarde was still in its perpetual look of nighttime.
The warriors crossed over the Whalebone Bridge and confronted Tsun. The Nordic God looking down upon the heroes, knowing they were ready to go. Before Terrowin could even say anything, Tsun spoke:
'No need to say anything. You require an exit and I am quite happy to provide. Stay safe on your travels, all of you. Do not do anything reckless; I will be seeing you again soon, Fendrel. And hopefully you as well, Dragonborn.' Tsun said. The five heroes felt their visions blurr and fade, their bodies traveling at light speed back to Nirn—flowing through the heavens and beyond until they met with solid ground.
They were right back in Cyrodiil, right where the portal was that Hircine had opened to Sovngarde. Everyone looked around the landscape like birds, Fendrel's red bearded face was most happy to see Cyrodiil, a land that felt like home as much as Skyrim. Everyone then gathered together so Terrowin could speak on what to do next.
'Now we can get down to business. Fendrel and Viedrelle, the first place we are heading to is Deepscorn Hollow, a place that we have made as a headquarters of sorts. We will discuss further matters there. I'd say to speed things up, let's try get some horses. Since we are heading downwards. we'll be by Bravil. We;ll grab some horses there.' explained Terrowin. Althalos and Hadrian looked at each other and were dumbfounded at the fact they didn't get horses before but whatever helped to make things move by faster.
'Before we do that, I can now reveal to you who I really am...Fendrel..' said Hadrian as he used his magic to change himself into Sheogorath, in the regalia and all. the Staff of Sheogorath held tight in his left hand. Fendrel's face was quite a sight to see; absolutely shocked beyond belief.
'Ha ha! That face of yours really says a lot, it could write a book, in fact. Wait! No! An anthology!' exclaimed the Mad God.
Terrowin explained to Fendrel how the Hero of Kvatch was Sheogorath and that's how Hadrian has been alive for over two hundred years, Fendrel held a raised eyebrow during the whole telling of the story. The Eternal Champion rubbed the back of his head and breathed deeply, still wrapping his head around Sheogorath being a member of The Guild of Tamriel.
'Well, that explains that, then. You know, I just realized. I don't have a weapon on me. Can anyone provide one?' asked Fendrel.
Viedrelle had Scourge which Althalos had generously let him borrow so he couldn't give up his only weapon. Sheogorath held out his free right hand and conjured in it Shadowrend.
'This is Shadowrend, more of Hadrian's weapon than mine. May it serve you well during our travels.' said Sheogorath as he threw the weapon to Fendrel who caught it swiftly. He studied the pitch-black claymore and then sheathed it on his back.
'Let's do this.' said Fendrel.