Author's Note: Okay, I'm gonna start winging it a bit from here. Anyone involved in the writing of the stories being winged knows why: They no longer exist. So unlike the carry-overs from Octavian, the things from the original LN stories (which is to say Roleplays, including Tides, folks) are going to vary a bit from their originals in dialogue, and occasionally character appearance. Inevitable setback of mass deletion due to the site crash. But if any of those folks involved want to make sure their favorite parts get in, just send me a message with their summaries.

I, Eternity

A Hero's Farewell

LN spent the next three days grinding various ingredients into a powder, preparing the room for when Octavian woke up, and getting to know Octavian's little lover.

He learned that her name was Elena, and she filled him in on everything that had occurred, as far as she knew it. Octavian's various missions, his run-ins with his brother, his family history, the gem, again, as far as she knew. LN took what details he already knew and painted a much better picture of the last few months.

After three days of worry that Octavian may never awaken, three days of flurried movements, an odd home search by the Imperial Guard to ensure no leftover, vengeful assassins were stalking the halls, body collecting, building reconstruction, and proper mourning, Octavian finally began to shift and make noises akin to what a human might.

"He's awake!" Elena exclaimed with joy.

"Quiet, woman. He's reeling." LN whispered, grabbing the potion off the table, covered with dust and papers among the odd alchemical device.

Octavian vomited all over the floor as he sat up. "What the hell?" He mumbled.

His eyes opened slowly, like a man who knew full well how hung over he was trying to take it in stages. His thoughts were dull and shaking, like a stagnant pool that was finally disturbed after too long.

"About time you woke up, kid!" LN said, passing the potion, a concoction comprising of human blood, some ogre blood for strength, a few ground plants to dull the pain, and some Nordic Whiskey for taste. "That should clear your head up pretty good." He said.

Octavian drank it down. His thoughts and eyes both cleared a little, then as he tried to sit up a second time he vomited yet again.

"Dammit, I didn't purify the potion enough." LN said, turning back to his table. Elena cleaned Octavian up as best she could.

"What's going on?" Octavian asked.

"The Oblivion Crisis has been over for three days. You passed out after your ordeal with Akatosh. I got you inside before everything cleared up, and me and Elena have been taking care of you since. We were starting to think you were never gonna wake up."

"Sorry to disappoint." Octavian said, managing a grin, although pain still rolled off him, and showed clearly in his face.

"The mass funeral is today." Elena said. "Ocato is going to give a speech in front of everyone at the Dragon Statue."

"Okay, I'll go. I doubt I'll enjoy it." Octavian muttered.

Due to the pact with Clavicus Vile, Cyrod Vampires could go into the sun for limited periods if fed. As such, after drinking the potion successfully at last, Octavian managed to go out. They all went to the mass funeral, and at it, LN, hanging in the back of the crowd as Octavian said a few words to the Empire, met a very interesting person.

His name was Nemarious. He was a psychopath. LN saw him milling about the gates of the Temple district, speaking half to himself, and half to anyone who'd listen. His thoughts were scattered, stretching in several directions at once. LN, unable to stop himself, said hello.

"I want cake."

"I don't have any. I'm LN."

"I'm Nemarious, but we call me Nem."

LN didn't bother asking who "we" were, but Nem told him anyway.

"I have some friends here. They're so confused." He gestured to several people standing nearby. A mix of races and professions, all with very little to do with each other. There was a human-looking woman, with the feral aura of a werewolf, as well as several mages, including a Dunmer in very obvious Telvanni garb

"How did you meet them?" LN asked.

"I got tied up!" Nem said, cheerfully.

"I'm gonna go talk to them, now." LN said, smiling.

"I want cake."

"I still don't have any."

LN walked over to the group of misfits and introduced himself. Chief among them were three: Morgrim, the werewolf. She was a bit of a bitch, but LN sensed deeper emotions, chief among them loyalty to Hircine, her Daedric master. Second was Enthravald, the Telvanni. LN could not read his thoughts, but could sense the depth of his intelligence was unmatched. Then there was Penta, another mage who, from LN's brief reading, had the greatest amount of pure magical strength. They were quite an odd group of people, but instantly he found himself drawn to them, as though he knew that they would be very important to him soon.

Before he left with them, he met back up with Octavian and Elena.

'So now that you're done being a hero," LN asked, "What do you plan on doing?

"I'm looking for the cure. I won't be able to live life without Elena, so I'm becoming mortal again." Octavian said, holding Elena's hand.

"Check around Elsweyr. I knew a guy who was trying to make one down there." LN said, not sure where he got that information. said.

"What about you?" Elena asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a while." He said, motioning to his new friends. "These people are a hoot. I'm hanging with them. Good luck in the search." He said, and left.

He came back to the group of misfits,

"So anybody have any ideas on what we can do?" Morgrim asked.

Suddenly, an ancient vow burst into LN's head, a vow he knew was irrational and useless but that he felt like pursuing anyway until a better idea came to him.

"I might have an idea."