p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Alva wondered through the mist. She was ever so cold, even colder than when she had been a vampire. She did not know where she was or why she was walking but walk she did anyway. Then, she saw a light ahead of her. She eagerly walked towards it, anything to escape this sorrowful mist. However when she reached the source of the light, she shrieked in both shock and anger. It was the infernal Dragonborn, the one who had sent her to this place. She lunged at him but her body just passed through him. He smiled at her cruelly. "In this place I am the lord of everything. I can make this place worse than the depths of Coldharbor. Tell me what you know and I will set you free, otherwise your stay in this place will be eternal." The golden form of the Dragonborn still smiled at her. Alva sagged to the ground, defeated. She had no intention of staying in this place, nothing would be worse. She nodded her head at the Dragonborn, before launching into her tale./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""My Master is a vampire named Movarth. He has a lair in the form of a cave to the North of Morthal. At first he charged with me with the seduction of the town guard, and to turn them all into thralls. This way his coven, and the guard, would be able to overwhelm the town, giving them an entire capital full of people to feed from. However recently, Movarth had visitors. A group of Volkihar vampires came to the lair asking for shelter. They told him that they were trying to get back to Castle Volkihar, and that the Dragonborn was pursuing them. Movarth then charged me with a new mission. Wait in Morthal till you arrived. Try to find out your plans and then report back to him. That is why I was spying on you."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Geiric had to contain his gleefulness at the news. Finally he knew where his quarries were. Geiric knew that he could catch up with them now. He could barely contain his eagerness. He very much wanted to have a emchat/em with the vampire Croel. Geiric thanked Alva and waved his hand, dismissing her soul from the confines of the gem. He then vanished from the soul gem. When he opened his eyes again he was staring at Hjaalmarch's delightful swamps and Lokil's disgruntled face. "So," he murmured, "did you get what we need?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Oh yes," Geiric replied, "we are very close now Lokil. We will find them before the night is done!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Serana woke up, eyes fluttering open. She saw the still sleeping form of Vireni and frowned a little to herself, remembering what had happened last night. Then her eyes drifted towards the table in front of her, upon which an Elder Scroll should be resting… Serana let out a piercing shriek as she saw the unmistakable absence of the Scroll. Vireni instantly awoke, almost tumbling out of her bed, the shock was so great. "What in Oblivion is going on, Serana?" Vireni yelled at her. Serana merely looked at her then pointed to the table. Vireni glanced down at it and then also let out a shriek. Both women jumped out of their beds, throwing on their clothes and armour as they did so, and ran out towards the central cavern. Serana pushed the other vampires in the tunnels out of her away, Vireni leaping over their bodies as they fell to the floor from Serana's shoves./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Once they had reached the cavern, Serana hissed in anger as they saw Croel and Movarth talking animatedly, the Elder Scroll clutched in Movarth's hands. Serana paced over to the two vampires, an ice spell forming in her left hand. Croel noticed her at the last moment, hastily throwing up a ward as, with a yell of fury, Serana let loose a barrage of ice spikes at the pair. All of the shards were deflected away from them, due to Croel's ward, so she pulled her elven dagger from her belt and ran at them. "Serana, stop this madness. Movarth is helping us!" Croel yelled angrily. Serana still carried on running at them, leaping onto the feasting table beside the two to gain a better vantage point for slicing Movarth's throat. Sighing warily, Croel jumped onto the table also, and in one fluid motion, picked up a silver plate from the table and threw it at Serana's head. She rolled under it, still getting closer to Movarth. However Croel ran towards her, using his foot to whip Serana's feet from under her. She fell forwards, unable to stop herself from falling off the edge of the table onto the floor. Croel jumped down, landing on top of her, straddled her and held an elven dagger to her chest. Serana, glaring up into his orange eyes, tried to find her own elven dagger but failed. Shocked, she realised that when Croel had tripped her up, he had stolen emher own/em dagger from her hands and was now threatening her with it. Serana and Croel both breathed heavily, Croel still straddling her waist. "Are you going to be calm now Serana? Will you actually emlisten/em to me now?" he hissed, glaring back at her. Contemptuously she nodded at him./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"A moment of silence passed, Movarth and Vireni merely watching on, when both Serana and Croel appeared to realise what position they were in. Certainly not a position that Lord Harkon's advisor should be in with Lord Harkon's daughter. Croel climbed off of her, and Serana got up off the floor. Wordlessly, Croel held out her elven dagger and she took it from him. Another awkward moment of silence passed before Serana said, "What is he doing with the Scroll? Last I checked it was in my room." Movarth glanced at Croel before replying, "Croel allowed me to use it because he knew that I have the resources to find the meaning of this Scroll." Serana's eyes widened as she realised the implications of what he was saying. "You mean that you have discovered more about the Prophecy?" Movarth nodded, before handing the Elder Scroll to Croel, who in turn handed it to Serana. "It reads that an ancient weapon, Auriel's Bow is required to end the Tyranny of the Sun. However it does not tell us the location of such a weapon. For that we need two other Elder Scrolls: the Scroll of Blood, and the Scroll of Dragons," Movarth said. Serana was in awe of what she heard. She herself did not think that blocking the sun from Nirn was a very good idea however she went along with it, as she did not want to tear her family apart over the Prophecy, as her mother had tried to do. Now that Valerica and Harkon were reconciled she did not want to do anything to jeopardise it. "So you see," Croel said, "there is still a long way to go yet, before your father's goal is completed. However the first thing that we need to do is get you back safely to Castle Volkihar where-" Croel was cut off abruptly as Beem-Ja ran into the hall hastily. "My lords, and lady, you must leave immediately."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Why, what in Oblivion is going on?" Movarth snapped at him./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Beem-Ja panted hastily before saying, "The Dragonborn… he is here!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Standing on the ice that floated above the Sea of Ghosts to the north of Winterhold, 13 figures were all in a circle conversing. Within the group was a mixture of men and women, who all seemed to not want to be here and yet remained for an unknown reason. Suddenly a loud bark echoed around the ice where the people were talking and a dog trotted up towards the group. Once there one man, an elderly man dressed in blue mage robes, cleared his throat and the other people in the group quietened down. "A few members of this group already know why I have called you all here. Some of you may have guessed. However I will start off by saying why some of us are missing." The elderly man paused for a moment. The mortal races of Skyrim may have wondered why the man's eyes were closed but to the rest of the group it was perfectly normal. Indeed, most of the people in this group had their eyes closed, all of them did except the dog, who scratched his ear with his paws. "Sheogorath is not with us today because, honestly I do not value his opinion, and I feel that he would not have anything constructive to say." The rest of the group all nodded, with a few murmuring about their past experiences with this fickle Daedric Lord. "The only other person missing, as you all know, is Molag Bal. The reason for him not being here is a bit more complicated but I will go into that in a moment. For now let me just explain why I have called you all here." The elderly man paused again before speaking. "The time has come. Danger and death is threatening the realm of Nirn once more. The long awaited Enemy has returned, and this time he has prepared and planned far more than I had ever thought possible."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"At his words the rest of the group began to bustle and shout. The dog let out a mournful howl at his words. "SILENCE!" yelled a Breton woman. "Let Hermaeus Mora continue." The elderly man smiled at the woman politely before continuing. "Thank you very much Meridia." The Breton woman inclined her head. "Now, I have been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years, no, thousands of years. Some of you think that the Enemy is too weak for us to be concerned with. Who after can threaten a Daedric Prince?" The other members of the group all nodded in turn, apart from a silent Dunmer woman at the back of the group. "However I say to you, that whilst we ourselves may not be harmed, our influence on this world can, and will be if the Enemy succeeds, destroyed. That is something that I cannot accept. I have already spoken to some of you and I know that I have the support of at least five of you here, but I need to know that the rest of you support my plan."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What is you plan, Mora?" a big, lumbering Nord man asked./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Good question Dagon. My plan is to overrun Tamriel with our own mortal armies, destroying the remains of the Enemy's cult wherever we go. Then I suggest that we instate the rule of the Daedric Lords once and for all. I am willing to let each of you have a part of Tamriel to claim as your own, as long as you help and support the plan of course." The Breton woman stepped next to the elderly man. "I have already pledged my support. I am sure that many of you can guess why I have, considering the nature of the foe we face." Hermaeus Mora smiled at her. "I also have pledged my support." Another Breton man stepped up; he was known in Skyrim as Sam Guevenne, however here, he was referred to as Sanguine. "A world without parties is a world that I do not want to see come to pass." He slid in next to Meiridia, who wrinkled her nose slightly, disgusted with Sanguine's corruption./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""We also have declared ourselves for Mora's plan." Boethiah and Vaermina's hosts stood next to the elderly man. The dog barked once and walked over to Hermaeus Mora's side. "That leaves the rest of you to decide what you want to do. I feel that you should consider the benefits of my plan. The Enemy vanquished for good, our rule over the mortal world in place for the rest of time, there are no drawbacks," Hermaeus Mora continued. Five people moved forwards, joining the now majority of people standing next to Mora's host. "That leaves only you three," Mora said, smiling graciously at the last few people who had not joined his side. Mehrunes Dagon did not trust Mora, he never had. He was too clever, cunning and conniving for Dagon. However the plan did really seem to be perfect, and now that Alduin had been vanquished there was no threat to Nirn. Shrugging to himself, wondering if he would regret this later on, he walked over to join Mora. The last two people, both women, looked at each other. One of them, an Imperial dressed in an outfit that showed off a startling amount of flesh that the other Princes could not help but wonder if the host was going to die of hypothermia before she chose a side, spoke. "I have another question for you Mora. For all your clever speech, you have managed to glance over one problem that you have not answered yet." Mora looked at the Imperial, silently thinking that he should have known that he would not have been able to pull the rug over Nocturnal's eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What about Molag Bal? You know he will not take kindly to being left out of this. While I see your point about him having a more conflicted opinion about this problem, we should still inform him of our plan," the woman said. Mora licked his lips anxiously before replying, "I do not think that is the best idea. When we have destroyed our foe, then we can tell him. I do not want the Enemy being aware of our plan until we are ready to mobilise. Molag Bal endangers that. I have no problem with letting him have a part of Tamriel once we have finished, but I must insist that he not know about it until after." Nocturnal looked at him appraisingly for a moment before walking over to join his side. The last woman, the silent Dunmer, also followed the Imperial across to join Mora. He sighed, thinking that finally he had succeeded in getting the Princes to actually agree on something when a voice sounded in his head./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emI wish to speak with you when the others are gone./em Cursing under his breath, he looked at the Dunmer woman who was staring off into the distance, pointedly ignoring him. "That is all then. This meeting is over." One by one all the hosts dissolved into ash as the power of the Princes left them. However four figures remained behind. The elderly man, the Dunmer woman, the Imperial woman, and the dog. Finally the Dunmer woman spoke. "Mora, these are the Princes who actually have a brain. I have spoken to each of them beforehand, yes we knew about this plan all along Mora, as I said we are the Princes who are intelligent enough to not fall for your slippery words," the woman said, glaring at him. Mora sighed. She was correct. Out of all the Princes he knew would give him the most trouble, Nocturnal, Clavicus Vile, and especially emAzura/em came right to the front of his mind. "Leaving Molag Bal out of this is very dangerous Mora," Azura began. The dog howled in agreement. "Oh stop that, Vile, you know how much it irritates me. The dog gave her a sly wink and shook its entire body before saying, "that's exactly why I do it, my dear Azura." The Dunmer woman glared at angrily at the dog for a moment before turning back to Hermaeus Mora./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""If he finds out that we left him out of this he will declare war on us, especially you, Mora. Another thing that Nocturnal, Vile and I have qualms with is your brutal plan. Taking over Tamriel with an army? Do you not realise that the mortals will fight back, and possibly defeat us? This is not like you at all to have such an obvious method for stopping the Enemy. No, do not pretend otherwise Mora, we four here are very suspicious that you do not have some other, more cunning plan as well." The elderly man began to protest but the Dunmer woman cut through his speech. "Just be aware Mora that we are going to watch you very closely. Put one foot, or should I say emtentacle/em out of place and there will be… emconsequences/em." Azura finished, narrowing her eyes at Mora. Then Azura's and Nocturnal's host crumbled into ash as they left. The dog looked at the elderly man, barked and then ran off. Mora rolled his eyes and then also left. However this time, his host did not crumble into ash./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Septimus Signus awoke. He was lying on the ice near to the entrance of his cave. He wondered how he had gotten out here before picking himself up from the ground and walking back into the cave, mumbling to himself. Off in the distance, Barbas the dog looked at the old man walking back into the cave. Barbas cocked an ear; he thought he heard something close by, apart from the mutterings of the old man. Hearing nothing more he gave up trying to listen. Sighing to himself as he recalled the long journey back to his Master's shrine he ran off./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Sheogorath crouched lower into the ground as he saw Clavicus Vile's dog stop and listen intently. When Barbas ran off he gave a little jig in his host's body in happiness. He had heard everything that the Daedric Princes had said and he found their little conspiracy very interesting. Very interesting indeed. He needed to act fast. There was only one person on Nirn who had the raw power to meddle with both the Enemy's and the Princes' plans. The Dragonborn. Sheogorath would send his host on a quest, yes he would. emWake up, my host. Wake up my faithful Cicero./em His host awoke with a start, and Cicero looked around him. He heard a voice in his head and it was not the voice of the Night Mother. emDo my bidding Cicero and you will be greatly rewarded. Find the Dragonborn and tell him what we have discovered/em. Cicero was a hardened killer and a psychopath and yet even he shivered at the malice and insanity of the voice, as it continued:/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emIt's time to add a little madness to the world./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongThings are really beginning to take off now. Serana and Croel are closer than ever to discovering the words of the Prophecy. However Geiric has not been idle either. And what about the Daedric Princes and their sinister plans? Who is the Enemy? Do you think that I got the characterisation of the Daedric Princes right? Please review and tell me all your comments./strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""My Master is a vampire named Movarth. He has a lair in the form of a cave to the North of Morthal. At first he charged with me with the seduction of the town guard, and to turn them all into thralls. This way his coven, and the guard, would be able to overwhelm the town, giving them an entire capital full of people to feed from. However recently, Movarth had visitors. A group of Volkihar vampires came to the lair asking for shelter. They told him that they were trying to get back to Castle Volkihar, and that the Dragonborn was pursuing them. Movarth then charged me with a new mission. Wait in Morthal till you arrived. Try to find out your plans and then report back to him. That is why I was spying on you."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Geiric had to contain his gleefulness at the news. Finally he knew where his quarries were. Geiric knew that he could catch up with them now. He could barely contain his eagerness. He very much wanted to have a emchat/em with the vampire Croel. Geiric thanked Alva and waved his hand, dismissing her soul from the confines of the gem. He then vanished from the soul gem. When he opened his eyes again he was staring at Hjaalmarch's delightful swamps and Lokil's disgruntled face. "So," he murmured, "did you get what we need?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Oh yes," Geiric replied, "we are very close now Lokil. We will find them before the night is done!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Serana woke up, eyes fluttering open. She saw the still sleeping form of Vireni and frowned a little to herself, remembering what had happened last night. Then her eyes drifted towards the table in front of her, upon which an Elder Scroll should be resting… Serana let out a piercing shriek as she saw the unmistakable absence of the Scroll. Vireni instantly awoke, almost tumbling out of her bed, the shock was so great. "What in Oblivion is going on, Serana?" Vireni yelled at her. Serana merely looked at her then pointed to the table. Vireni glanced down at it and then also let out a shriek. Both women jumped out of their beds, throwing on their clothes and armour as they did so, and ran out towards the central cavern. Serana pushed the other vampires in the tunnels out of her away, Vireni leaping over their bodies as they fell to the floor from Serana's shoves./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Once they had reached the cavern, Serana hissed in anger as they saw Croel and Movarth talking animatedly, the Elder Scroll clutched in Movarth's hands. Serana paced over to the two vampires, an ice spell forming in her left hand. Croel noticed her at the last moment, hastily throwing up a ward as, with a yell of fury, Serana let loose a barrage of ice spikes at the pair. All of the shards were deflected away from them, due to Croel's ward, so she pulled her elven dagger from her belt and ran at them. "Serana, stop this madness. Movarth is helping us!" Croel yelled angrily. Serana still carried on running at them, leaping onto the feasting table beside the two to gain a better vantage point for slicing Movarth's throat. Sighing warily, Croel jumped onto the table also, and in one fluid motion, picked up a silver plate from the table and threw it at Serana's head. She rolled under it, still getting closer to Movarth. However Croel ran towards her, using his foot to whip Serana's feet from under her. She fell forwards, unable to stop herself from falling off the edge of the table onto the floor. Croel jumped down, landing on top of her, straddled her and held an elven dagger to her chest. Serana, glaring up into his orange eyes, tried to find her own elven dagger but failed. Shocked, she realised that when Croel had tripped her up, he had stolen emher own/em dagger from her hands and was now threatening her with it. Serana and Croel both breathed heavily, Croel still straddling her waist. "Are you going to be calm now Serana? Will you actually emlisten/em to me now?" he hissed, glaring back at her. Contemptuously she nodded at him./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"A moment of silence passed, Movarth and Vireni merely watching on, when both Serana and Croel appeared to realise what position they were in. Certainly not a position that Lord Harkon's advisor should be in with Lord Harkon's daughter. Croel climbed off of her, and Serana got up off the floor. Wordlessly, Croel held out her elven dagger and she took it from him. Another awkward moment of silence passed before Serana said, "What is he doing with the Scroll? Last I checked it was in my room." Movarth glanced at Croel before replying, "Croel allowed me to use it because he knew that I have the resources to find the meaning of this Scroll." Serana's eyes widened as she realised the implications of what he was saying. "You mean that you have discovered more about the Prophecy?" Movarth nodded, before handing the Elder Scroll to Croel, who in turn handed it to Serana. "It reads that an ancient weapon, Auriel's Bow is required to end the Tyranny of the Sun. However it does not tell us the location of such a weapon. For that we need two other Elder Scrolls: the Scroll of Blood, and the Scroll of Dragons," Movarth said. Serana was in awe of what she heard. She herself did not think that blocking the sun from Nirn was a very good idea however she went along with it, as she did not want to tear her family apart over the Prophecy, as her mother had tried to do. Now that Valerica and Harkon were reconciled she did not want to do anything to jeopardise it. "So you see," Croel said, "there is still a long way to go yet, before your father's goal is completed. However the first thing that we need to do is get you back safely to Castle Volkihar where-" Croel was cut off abruptly as Beem-Ja ran into the hall hastily. "My lords, and lady, you must leave immediately."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Why, what in Oblivion is going on?" Movarth snapped at him./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Beem-Ja panted hastily before saying, "The Dragonborn… he is here!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Standing on the ice that floated above the Sea of Ghosts to the north of Winterhold, 13 figures were all in a circle conversing. Within the group was a mixture of men and women, who all seemed to not want to be here and yet remained for an unknown reason. Suddenly a loud bark echoed around the ice where the people were talking and a dog trotted up towards the group. Once there one man, an elderly man dressed in blue mage robes, cleared his throat and the other people in the group quietened down. "A few members of this group already know why I have called you all here. Some of you may have guessed. However I will start off by saying why some of us are missing." The elderly man paused for a moment. The mortal races of Skyrim may have wondered why the man's eyes were closed but to the rest of the group it was perfectly normal. Indeed, most of the people in this group had their eyes closed, all of them did except the dog, who scratched his ear with his paws. "Sheogorath is not with us today because, honestly I do not value his opinion, and I feel that he would not have anything constructive to say." The rest of the group all nodded, with a few murmuring about their past experiences with this fickle Daedric Lord. "The only other person missing, as you all know, is Molag Bal. The reason for him not being here is a bit more complicated but I will go into that in a moment. For now let me just explain why I have called you all here." The elderly man paused again before speaking. "The time has come. Danger and death is threatening the realm of Nirn once more. The long awaited Enemy has returned, and this time he has prepared and planned far more than I had ever thought possible."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"At his words the rest of the group began to bustle and shout. The dog let out a mournful howl at his words. "SILENCE!" yelled a Breton woman. "Let Hermaeus Mora continue." The elderly man smiled at the woman politely before continuing. "Thank you very much Meridia." The Breton woman inclined her head. "Now, I have been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years, no, thousands of years. Some of you think that the Enemy is too weak for us to be concerned with. Who after can threaten a Daedric Prince?" The other members of the group all nodded in turn, apart from a silent Dunmer woman at the back of the group. "However I say to you, that whilst we ourselves may not be harmed, our influence on this world can, and will be if the Enemy succeeds, destroyed. That is something that I cannot accept. I have already spoken to some of you and I know that I have the support of at least five of you here, but I need to know that the rest of you support my plan."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What is you plan, Mora?" a big, lumbering Nord man asked./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Good question Dagon. My plan is to overrun Tamriel with our own mortal armies, destroying the remains of the Enemy's cult wherever we go. Then I suggest that we instate the rule of the Daedric Lords once and for all. I am willing to let each of you have a part of Tamriel to claim as your own, as long as you help and support the plan of course." The Breton woman stepped next to the elderly man. "I have already pledged my support. I am sure that many of you can guess why I have, considering the nature of the foe we face." Hermaeus Mora smiled at her. "I also have pledged my support." Another Breton man stepped up; he was known in Skyrim as Sam Guevenne, however here, he was referred to as Sanguine. "A world without parties is a world that I do not want to see come to pass." He slid in next to Meiridia, who wrinkled her nose slightly, disgusted with Sanguine's corruption./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""We also have declared ourselves for Mora's plan." Boethiah and Vaermina's hosts stood next to the elderly man. The dog barked once and walked over to Hermaeus Mora's side. "That leaves the rest of you to decide what you want to do. I feel that you should consider the benefits of my plan. The Enemy vanquished for good, our rule over the mortal world in place for the rest of time, there are no drawbacks," Hermaeus Mora continued. Five people moved forwards, joining the now majority of people standing next to Mora's host. "That leaves only you three," Mora said, smiling graciously at the last few people who had not joined his side. Mehrunes Dagon did not trust Mora, he never had. He was too clever, cunning and conniving for Dagon. However the plan did really seem to be perfect, and now that Alduin had been vanquished there was no threat to Nirn. Shrugging to himself, wondering if he would regret this later on, he walked over to join Mora. The last two people, both women, looked at each other. One of them, an Imperial dressed in an outfit that showed off a startling amount of flesh that the other Princes could not help but wonder if the host was going to die of hypothermia before she chose a side, spoke. "I have another question for you Mora. For all your clever speech, you have managed to glance over one problem that you have not answered yet." Mora looked at the Imperial, silently thinking that he should have known that he would not have been able to pull the rug over Nocturnal's eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What about Molag Bal? You know he will not take kindly to being left out of this. While I see your point about him having a more conflicted opinion about this problem, we should still inform him of our plan," the woman said. Mora licked his lips anxiously before replying, "I do not think that is the best idea. When we have destroyed our foe, then we can tell him. I do not want the Enemy being aware of our plan until we are ready to mobilise. Molag Bal endangers that. I have no problem with letting him have a part of Tamriel once we have finished, but I must insist that he not know about it until after." Nocturnal looked at him appraisingly for a moment before walking over to join his side. The last woman, the silent Dunmer, also followed the Imperial across to join Mora. He sighed, thinking that finally he had succeeded in getting the Princes to actually agree on something when a voice sounded in his head./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emI wish to speak with you when the others are gone./em Cursing under his breath, he looked at the Dunmer woman who was staring off into the distance, pointedly ignoring him. "That is all then. This meeting is over." One by one all the hosts dissolved into ash as the power of the Princes left them. However four figures remained behind. The elderly man, the Dunmer woman, the Imperial woman, and the dog. Finally the Dunmer woman spoke. "Mora, these are the Princes who actually have a brain. I have spoken to each of them beforehand, yes we knew about this plan all along Mora, as I said we are the Princes who are intelligent enough to not fall for your slippery words," the woman said, glaring at him. Mora sighed. She was correct. Out of all the Princes he knew would give him the most trouble, Nocturnal, Clavicus Vile, and especially emAzura/em came right to the front of his mind. "Leaving Molag Bal out of this is very dangerous Mora," Azura began. The dog howled in agreement. "Oh stop that, Vile, you know how much it irritates me. The dog gave her a sly wink and shook its entire body before saying, "that's exactly why I do it, my dear Azura." The Dunmer woman glared at angrily at the dog for a moment before turning back to Hermaeus Mora./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""If he finds out that we left him out of this he will declare war on us, especially you, Mora. Another thing that Nocturnal, Vile and I have qualms with is your brutal plan. Taking over Tamriel with an army? Do you not realise that the mortals will fight back, and possibly defeat us? This is not like you at all to have such an obvious method for stopping the Enemy. No, do not pretend otherwise Mora, we four here are very suspicious that you do not have some other, more cunning plan as well." The elderly man began to protest but the Dunmer woman cut through his speech. "Just be aware Mora that we are going to watch you very closely. Put one foot, or should I say emtentacle/em out of place and there will be… emconsequences/em." Azura finished, narrowing her eyes at Mora. Then Azura's and Nocturnal's host crumbled into ash as they left. The dog looked at the elderly man, barked and then ran off. Mora rolled his eyes and then also left. However this time, his host did not crumble into ash./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Septimus Signus awoke. He was lying on the ice near to the entrance of his cave. He wondered how he had gotten out here before picking himself up from the ground and walking back into the cave, mumbling to himself. Off in the distance, Barbas the dog looked at the old man walking back into the cave. Barbas cocked an ear; he thought he heard something close by, apart from the mutterings of the old man. Hearing nothing more he gave up trying to listen. Sighing to himself as he recalled the long journey back to his Master's shrine he ran off./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Sheogorath crouched lower into the ground as he saw Clavicus Vile's dog stop and listen intently. When Barbas ran off he gave a little jig in his host's body in happiness. He had heard everything that the Daedric Princes had said and he found their little conspiracy very interesting. Very interesting indeed. He needed to act fast. There was only one person on Nirn who had the raw power to meddle with both the Enemy's and the Princes' plans. The Dragonborn. Sheogorath would send his host on a quest, yes he would. emWake up, my host. Wake up my faithful Cicero./em His host awoke with a start, and Cicero looked around him. He heard a voice in his head and it was not the voice of the Night Mother. emDo my bidding Cicero and you will be greatly rewarded. Find the Dragonborn and tell him what we have discovered/em. Cicero was a hardened killer and a psychopath and yet even he shivered at the malice and insanity of the voice, as it continued:/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emIt's time to add a little madness to the world./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongThings are really beginning to take off now. Serana and Croel are closer than ever to discovering the words of the Prophecy. However Geiric has not been idle either. And what about the Daedric Princes and their sinister plans? Who is the Enemy? Do you think that I got the characterisation of the Daedric Princes right? Please review and tell me all your comments./strong/p