A/N: I have an announcement to make:

Due to the fact that I receive little to no feedbacks plus I am hospitalized with final exams beaming in the horizon, I am deeply regret to inform you that this will be the last of me in a span of two to three months. Quite some time I know, but this is real life; no question about its hardships and crises. I may jump in once a week or so to check on my friends…may be.

I wrote this chapter so for those who anticipated the end. In the future I intend to rewrite this chapter along with the painful grammatical mistakes of mine (jack the reaper, I do hope you are happy x3). Nevertheless, the outcome of the story won't change.

From all my heart, I thank my readers, supporters and I wish you the most fruitful success in the future.

So without further ado, here is the chapter.

Enjoy.

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pride and sloth

Haven't seen me in a while, no? I was playing seek the whumpus with someone I never thought to meet. But he seldom goes out to play….or is he? Well, I cheated! Ha! It is my book after all and I write what I please…and cheese! Sorry, the rhymes and all hehehe..

I am not in the mood for storytelling; it isn't as fun as before! So here is the short version of my incarnation of pride and sloth:

Pride: some lousy bosmer hunter called Vassil found pride in his supreme bow, traps… whatever. Hircine got jealous and challenged him in a many series of hunting games till Vassil died from his snotty ego and pride. None matched the daedra after all….

Sloth: I am too lazy to write it down! Ffffinnne… basically Maralal was the last descent of her family of dragon slayers from the time of Olaf one eye. The source of their power was a strange amulet capable of trapping the soul of the dragon a powerful dragon called Numinexthra. Too bad she was a sleepy one; for the amulet needed a fully awakened person in order to control its powers. Eventually her mind slumbered while the trapped dragon manifested.

The en- hahahahaha

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"What the-"Viduis' neck was snapped like a twig by a clawed metallic hand emerging from the book. None believed the enormous daedra in front of them: Jyggalag.

"AHHHH! I am finally free! Death and suffering will be the end of you! My domain begins anew! Come forth sins of daedra! Rain chaos and havoc!" While others ran, Galliq and Shockforth stood their ground.

"Death and doom in thy name, my lord." An entity of darkness and blight stood before her, it was no other than Baldor snow – or rather black- beard with fearsome axe Eringunnr .

"ohh, Sooo… naïve. Dead or alive, you will… pleasure me." Haelga licked her lips seductively. Burning fibers of blooded silk floated over her near naked body.

"RRRAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!" The bone scattering howl still burned Cilos' memory and soul. Malina the very woman who slaughtered his entire family in a blink of an eye sent a burning gaze to his vengeance-demanding eyes.

"Kill 'em and loot 'em … kill 'em and loot 'em…Indis kill…Indis kill." Blackhand muttered uncontrollably, most of his flesh was but a hard crisp with a golden glint from the coins the burnt with. His mind however, was missing a half or so.

"Sooo tender and fresh, behold my act, mother!" Wella was the creepiest of them all; her right arm was nothing but a bones and remnants of dying flesh. Her cheeks were cut off for more devastating bites with her fearsome silver array of teeth.

"Pathetic and worthless, you are no match for me!" Vassil, the bosmer hunter wore a leathery armor of unknown origins. He equipped his bow of a kind, neither was it crafted by men or gods… many eyes flinched and stared in his bow of wonders.

"…." Maralal was asleep but in a most unnatural manner; strings of black attached to her extremities and head moved her like a possessed puppet. A Silhouette of darkness grinned wickedly behind her.

Galliq looked at her friend cold corpse for the last time and said "may the gods forgive us for our sins…" she looked again at Cilos in despair "together we go…"