Middas, 13th of First Seed 3E 422

Lantrius woke up with a gasp, another gods damn nightmare... "Fuck me." He groaned rubbing his face. He brushed it aside and sat down at the table with a plate scrambled shalk eggs.

"Good morning! Do you sleep well?" she asked fully knowing his answer.

"Nope. It's the usual." He said stretching his neck and shoulders while taking a bite.

"After you're done eating, we should do something together. Like a quest the House might have in store."

Lantrius sighed from his soreness. "Alright. I'm positive I'll rank up soon anyway."

After they had finished eating they did the usual routine: Find Dorvayn, receive the chosen task that nobody wants to do, and spend a few days trying to complete it. Their mission was simple. A trader group, resourceful to the House, has been captured by bandits and held for ransom. Rescue them and escort them to the city by any means necessary.

"You know," chirped in Rona as she and her brother walked out of the door walking back to their house, "I think this a GREAT opportunity for both of us. I mean, it's a giant step to get promoted. Don't you think?"

"I think so too. We are going against a group of bandits though. So, I'm going to make use of that special wood you bought and make me a staff." He nodded his head "Yeah. It's gonna be the best staff on all of Nirn. But the real question is, 'how?' "

"Hm." Rona began to think of ways to help him out as they continued home. "I've heard about old Daedric ruins lying around Vvardenfell. If you go to one of those I'm sure there's a way to make it as badass as you want it to be."

"I'm a little skeptical about that idea." He thought this over for a moment. "Might as well. What do I got to lose?"

"Hopefully it's not your life."

They reached the house and decided to briefly postpone their mission until Lantrius gets his staff made. They also both agreed for him to go alone, for it is a special occasion for a wizard to create their first staff.

Fredas, 15th of First Seed 3E 422

His first stop was a shrine to Malacath located somewhere along the shores of Lake Nabia. The shrine location was nothing of what he had seen in Cyrodiil. The whole place could be mistaken for an ancient city of a sort composed of crumbling and fascinating structures. Lantrius wandered around searching for an entrance and at the same time admired the ruins. He found the entrance and entered the unstable looking building.

Exploring the ruins, Lantrius had found a few interesting trinkets on some ancient skeletons of the unlucky adventures and looters who attempted to steal from a Daedra's shrine. Eventually he reached the shrine statue. Upon walking up to it, there sat a number of gems which could only be offerings to the Daedric Prince himself. It's probably best if I don't steal those. He thought to himself while unpacking the Well-Spring wood. He set the materials in front of the altar, sat down, and waited for hours. Eventually he fell asleep and was suddenly awakened by a deep and growling voice in his head.

Mortal…you're lucky enough to have your calling answered. An Imperial no less!

"Lord Malacath, I'm glad you have done so. Therefore I beseech you to take the presented materials and partially shape it into a staff."

This staff… Is it an offering to a god such as myself or a tool for a mere mortal such as you to use?

"I intend for it as a tool of only my personal use."

I see…What greater offering do you have to bestow upon me to grant such a request?

"I shall abandon the Aedra and devote my loyalty of the Daedra. I have a mission which would potentially involve the deaths of countless men."

You are indeed, one intriguing mortal. Malacath's voice began to sound curious, Very well young one. Do you have any specific requests for this staff before I begin?

"Since I plan to have most, if not all, of the Daedric Princes' blessings upon it, I would like to have it partially formed into a unique shape with a few abilities of your choosing."

The wood had vanished for a quick moment and reappeared, carved into a unique shape of wood and stone fused together.

Here is your requested staff. I formed the shape and material. It's of the wood you had brought and the stone from this temple. No powers have been bestowed upon it although a curse instead. You are the sole possessor of the staff and only you can use it. Anyone that obtains and owns this staff for longer than a day, shall succumb to horrific deformation. Now be gone!

"Thank you." He said grabbing the staff, stood up, and ventured forth to the next ruin, traveling nonstop.

Mehrunes Dagon admired just about the overall personality of Lantrius himself; the change of deity alignment, ambition for his goals, and total amount of energy that is brought forth. He imbued strength into it, enhancing every aspect of magika that is cast to a much greater degree and allowed the summoning of his realm's servants.

Sheogorath claimed that it needed a few "touch ups" and changed the top with the iconic daedric spike design which held a green gem in the center and various small veins located all around that pulses a small red and yellow glow. He also enhanced Malacath's curse to include a growing and uncontrollable insanity along with the summoning of the various creatures that roam The Shivering Isles.

There was no luck with Azura. She hadn't answered him because it wasn't the right time for her summoning.

Boethiah pitted Lantrius in a competition and he won her favor. She took the blood of herself and the fallen combatants and placed it into the staff, further enhancing the magical properties of the staff.

When Lantrius made the offering at Mephala's shrine, a hiss echoed through his head. Ah, a mortal seeking an audience with me...what is it you want?

"Lady...Mephala. I wish to see my staff brimming with power."

Hmm. I see. Unfortunately there is nothing I can do.

"Are you certain there is nothing more that can be done to my staff?"

You dare question me?

"I do. There has to be so-"

Silence. There is nothing. However… Her physical appearance formed next to him. He turned to find a strikingly beautiful woman right beside him. She pulled his face close and spoke again, "I think you and me will meet again soon. And perhaps a little more… intimate." She deviously smiled and disappeared.

Lantrius remained in place. He let out a disappointed sigh and travelled back to Balmora, hoping his House's assigned mission hasn't failed.