Chapter 22: 22

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Svar and I patiently stand guard while Serana and Valerica both meditate under the shade of a nearby tree. They've been unresponsive for a few minutes now, but they assured me they would be fine. They're the necromancy experts, so I'll take their word for it, but I am starting to get a little anxious. Svar doesn't seem to be doing any better if the way she is clipping and unclipping her lightsaber to her belt is anything to go by.

The four of us are currently in a small grove around five miles west of Morthal. After the attack, we didn't really have much we needed to prepare, and we decided it was best we move quickly so no search parties were sent to check in on the sizable force we dispatched.

It took us a few days to get here, but only because we were trying to avoid unwanted attention. We could have teleported or flown, but we'd lose the element of surprise.

Right now, Serana and Valerica are using a vast assortment of small undead animals to thoroughly scout the city. While I could theoretically help, I haven't really worked with my necromancy yet, and we don't want someone to spot my animals like Potema noticed Serana's, so Svar and I are standing guard.

The two Daughters of Coldharbour have been at it for almost five hours by this point, which is why Svar and I are starting to get anxious. Neither of us want to distract them, but just sitting around and waiting is rubbing both of us the wrong way.

"How much longer do you think?" Svar asks out of the blue.

I look back at Serana and Valerica, and shrug my shoulders. "There's no way to know really. They'll finish when they finish."

Svar lets out a sigh. "I just feel so useless right now."

I chuckle. "Believe me, I get it, but unless we want to charge the walls right now and render the scouting useless, we can't really do anything about it."

Svar takes a deep breath, then walks up to a nearby tree. She sits down and leans her back up against it. "I just want this to be done with. We finally had a chance to breathe, and then our home was attacked. We just can't seem to catch a break."

I consider her for a moment, then summon Mr. Rogers. I toss him his sword and mentally command him to keep watch while I walk over to sit with Svar. "It does feel that way doesn't it? Between the portal, Alduin, Harkon, Miraak, the whole fiasco in Whiterun, and now Potema, it feels like we're in a state of perpetual action."

Svar leans her head back against the tree. "That's about how I feel about it. I just want us to be done with everything so we can do nothing for a year."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "I'm having a hard time picturing you doing nothing for a year. You'd be clawing the walls down in a fourth of that time."

Svar opens her mouth to refute me, but closes it and shrugs. "You're probably right, but I would like a break. Maybe not a year long one, but a month or two off would be nice."

"I couldn't agree more." Guess I'm not the only one who's feeling the effects of our non-stop bullshit.

The two of us fall into a companionable silence for a while.

Mr. Rogers trots along through the snow, and starts patrolling a loose perimeter around us while I look off in the direction of Morthal. I can't see it through the trees, but I'm just passing time.

Svar's right. We went from Helgen, to Whiterun, to Dimhallow, to Sky Haven, to the Soul Cairn, and now we're going to try and take a city with four people. Things just continue to get more hectic around us.

Heck, I don't even know how we're going to go about taking down the city. If Paarthurnax and Durnheviir had come we would have a much easier time of it, but they're both back guarding Sky Haven. Paarthurnax said this wasn't really his fight, and Durnheviir wanted to catch up with his brother.

So we're without dragon support, and we want to storm a city. With our powers and gear, it should be doable, but I don't want us to get overconfident and suffer the consequences for it.

I guess Mr. Rogers, Svar, and I can create a massive lightning storm over the city to cover everyone. Then I make liberal use of Yamato to take out the walls and any other major defensive fortifications they have set up. We'd still have to deal with their numbers though. I guess Serana and Valerica could try to take control of the undead hordes, but while they're good, I don't know if they can beat the sheer number of necromancers we suspect Potema to have.

Of course we also have to deal with Potema herself. I'm willing to bet that'll be a bitch and a half, she's a body snatching necromancer who, in the game, could use master level destruction spells as a ghost. What the hell can she do now that she's not limited by code? While I think she'd be hard pressed to beat any of us in a fair one on one fight, we'll be attacking her in her home where she is surrounded by her vast army. There's nothing fair about that fight. Nevermind the fact that we don't know how her body snatching works, that'll be a whole other problem to deal with.

"What are you thinking about?"

I turn to see Svar looking at me expectantly.

"Just tossing around ideas in my head for how to do this." I respond.

She chuckles. "It does seem a tad ridiculous doesn't it?"

I snort. "How we are seriously considering attacking a city with four people, or how we actually have a decent shot of pulling it off?"

"Both?"

The corner of my lip pulls up. "Both works."

A shuffling sound draws both of our attention. We look over and find Serana and Valerica awake from their trance, so we both rise and move over to them.

"You both alright?" I ask.

I get two nods back, and Serana speaks up. "We are fine, we have good news even. It would seem that illusionist spoke the truth. Potema is not currently within Morthal, so if we strike soon, we will be able to take the city without her there to defend it."

"That is good, but it also complicates things." I say contemplatively.

Svar raises an eyebrow at me. "How so?"

"Because we will have to deal with her at a later date." Valerica answers. "That mage mentioned she was searching for other allies, so she will likely return with a greater fighting force."

So we don't have to worry about Potema if we strike now, but if she comes back while we're in the middle of our assault then we'll have a winged hussars in Vienna situation, and we won't know what the reinforcements are capable of.

"How many would we be up against if we struck now?" I ask.

"We could not get an exact headcount, but there are more than three-thousand and less than five-thousand." Serana says.

I grasp my chin as I think for a moment. "That should be doable. Between a storm and us sticking together, there shouldn't be anything that could take us down, but we'll still need to be careful."

"Actually," Valerica starts, "it might be best if I split away from you three."

Svar turns to her. "I know you're strong, but I don't think you can take the whole city on your own."

Valerica smiles. "I would not be alone." She reaches within her robe and pulls out the Orb of Death. "I was able to capture vampiric souls inside this orb, and they have gone a long way to feeding it. I could create a single skeletal dragon from the available energy."

Ok, that's pretty OP.

"So you'd fly around and work as an airborne skirmisher?" I ask.

Valerica nods. "Yes. I would work to undermine their coordination from the skies. If at all possible, I would ask that your familiar accompany me. From what you have told us of his new capabilities, he would be more than sufficient to assist me should I encounter any surprises."

That could work.

"The only issue I see is that you would be isolated from the rest of us." Serana says. "If you encounter anything that can power through both the dragon and Mr. Rogers, we would be too far removed to help you."

"If it comes to that I will simply teleport away. I am not so prideful as to arrogantly walk to my own death rather than flee." Valerica assures us.

"So are we going to go for it?" Svar asks. "Since Potema's gone now, this will probably be our best chance."

I look up at the sky to check the time, and see the sun slowly disappearing behind the mountains. "We should wait until morning, that'll give Svar a chance to rest. The sun doesn't hurt anyone here nearly as badly as it does the vampires in Morthal, and while the storm clouds might shield them, I'd rather not strike them at night."

"Agreed." Serana says. "We will wait for the morning."

Valerica nods, then walks off to a clearing and begins to meditate.

The rest of us move off to another clearing, and lay down in a small pile. We decided not to risk a fire, so Svar's only way to keep warm is other bodies. Vampires are not exactly warm individuals, but with some creative applications of blood magic Serana and I turn ourselves into heaters and lie down on either side of Svar.

After exchanging good nights, the three of us drift off to sleep.

I wake to a light pressure on my shoulder. I open my eyes to see the faintest trace of sunlight peeking through the trees, as well as Svar retracting her hand.

"We're getting ready to move." She says.

I nod, and sit up. I see Serana and Valerica both already on their feet, and I stand so Svar and I can join them.

"How long until we attack?" I ask.

Serana turns to me. "Preferably within the hour. The sun is already over Morthal, and we want to be out of the city before Potema returns with her reinforcements."

I nod. "Let's get ready then."

The four of us begin moving at a hurried pace towards the city, and are within sight of it thirty minutes later.

"This is where we part ways." Valerica says. "I will need some time to bring the dragon into being, do not attack until you hear its roar."

Serana, Svar, and I nod, and I summon Mr. Rogers. I toss him his sword, and look him in the eye. "Watch her back okay bud? And kick some ass!"

He yips playfully, then follows Valerica as she quickly moves off.

The rest of us wait in a tense silence for the signal to begin the assault.

While I'm confident we can pull this off, I can't help the anxiousness I feel. I have never attempted something this crazy in either of my lives. I'm about to try to assault a city with four people. Sure, we're four incredibly powerful people, but four is still a pretty damn small number considering our opposition is in the thousands.

"Are you alright Dusk?" Serana says quietly.

Huh, must have given myself away somehow.

"Ya, it's just starting to sink in that this is actually happening." I reply.

"I know." Svar says. "I'm equal parts excited and hesitant."

Just as she finishes her statement, a loud roar makes itself known.

Quest Added

[The Fall of Morthal!]

Objective- Successfully take or destroy Morthal

Bonus Objective- ?

Bonus Objective- ?

Bonus Objective- ?

Rewards- ?, ?

Bonus Rewards- ?, ?, ?

Showtime.

Our features harden, as we all start moving.

"Svar? Storm." I say.

She nods, and takes in a deep breath before shouting, "STRUN BAH QO!!!" Svar's voice is even louder and more oppressive than the roar that we just heard. Dark black clouds begin to appear and cover the sky.

I raise my hands up and start feeding mana into the storm. While not as fast as it was near Sky Haven, the storm gathers incredibly quickly. It's not long before brilliant blue bolts of energy begin lancing down into the city.

"Get ready." Serana says in a low growl, and begins to change. Her wings emerge, her skin grows paler, and her fangs elongate as she enters her Vampire Lord form. Her necromantic armor settles over her new form, offsetting her pale skin with its sickly green glow.

Svar changes next. Her white skin making way for black scales, her cloak spreading into her wings.

I go last. I begin the change into my greater form. I feel my bones snap and reform, stronger than they were previously. My muscles bulge painfully, before going taut, and two leathery wings extend from my back. I coat my entire form in electricity and become a blue beacon in the cloud covered shadows. "Let's go." I say in a deep rumble.

As one, we pounce into the air. Now in the sky, we have a better view of the city and its surroundings. There are several mages in the street throwing spells up at the sky in an attempt to fight the storm, but a large draconic skeleton that trails black shadow swoops down continuously to harry them. An extremely fast spectral hound covering its flanks, and firing lightning into the defenders.

The three of us make it over the wall, and begin to tear through the defenders. We move as one, and cover each other. Making quick work of the first group we encounter.

The defenders are caught horribly flat footed. They weren't prepared to defend their walls, let alone defend against opponents who could simply fly over them.

The three of us move through the city at an unprecedented speed, tearing through anything in our way. We fly into the sky, then descend upon unsuspecting groups of unorganized vampires and lesser undead like a plague. Ripping limbs from bodies, vaporizing heads with spells, and cutting them apart with swords, saber, and claws.

The skeletal dragon makes another pass over our heads, and I'm able to make out Valerica cackling like a madwoman from where she sits on the dragon's shoulders. Mr. Rogers is still orbiting them even as he breaks off to strike at the ground every few moments.

I turn my attention back to the slaughter and fall in behind Serana as we finish dispatching this group.

She pulls her fangs from the neck of a now shriveled necromancer, and turns to face us. "There has to be a person Potema left in charge. We need to find and eliminate them."

Svar stabs her saber down into a twitching vampire, then looks up at us. "They'll be near the center of the city. We need to find a palace or a headquarters of a sort."

I nod. "Let's take them down."

We fly up once more to get a better viewpoint, and scan the city.

The first thing I notice is that almost everything is on fire. Between the lightning bolts produced by the storm, and Valerica being liberal with her fire spells, the entire city is illuminated by staggering amounts of orange flame. The vampires are trying to organize themselves in one of the side alleys, but I send a few targeted strikes from the storm and manage to disperse them. Towards the center of the city, there is a large gathering of necromancers and vampires all huddled under a shimmering shield of energy that is able to weather the storm's fury.

I point it out to the two women floating at my side. "That looks promising."

Serana licks her blade clean and nods. "Let's kill them."

I smile widely at her statement, and the three of us speed towards the shield.

I think the battle might be affecting my mental state, but I'm having too much fun to care. This is the first major battle I have partaken in and it is exhilarating.

We reach the shield in seconds and land on the ground.

"Attack!" Someone shouts, and we are set upon by a well organized defensive force.

The three of us go back to back, and begin fighting for our lives. Svar alters the ground into deadly traps, shouts out with Fire Breath, and cuts down anything that gets close with her lightsaber. Serana fires ice from her off hand while she becomes a steel whirlwind with her blade, her usual mastery of the weapon amplified by her Vampire Lord form. For my part, I take several long horizontal slashes with Yamato that do an amazing job of reducing the enemy's numbers. As each swing moves back and forth, I channel lightning through the blade, and several bolts shoot out its tip. Blasting anything that manages to avoid the slashes themselves.

This goes on for so long that I lose track of time. The defenders must have used the time they had while we were aimlessly slaughtering our way through the city to fortify this one location, and it shows. There are veritable swarms of vampires, mages, and other lesser undead to contend with, but we haven't fallen yet.

Each time one of us is in any danger, the other two cover them. We operate like a well oiled machine that brings only death.

Occasionally the dragon would swoop by, it and Mr. Rogers took chunks out of the defensive line with each pass, but for the most part it was just the three of us and the lightning storm, which I directed into anyone who seemed to be coordinating the troops. Further driving the defenders into a mob of uncoordinated lemmings.

It was beautiful.

Between my blade and lightning control, Svar's shouts and lightsaber, and Serana's pure speed, skill, and power, they couldn't touch us. Despite their numbers, they were losing, and they knew it.

After witnessing our display for so long, the smarter mages and vampires began to run away from us rather than towards us. As more and more followed their example, we switched our tactics from defense to offense.

We pushed through the dismembered corpses and blood filled street to pursue the cowards. Running them down, and then tearing them apart.

Soon, we had reached the very center of the city. There was a large stone palace that seemed to be what the vampires were fleeing to, so the three of us slaughtered our way to that.

I cut through the nearest vampire, and she screamed in agony as she fell. I then looked up to study the palace.

The mages and vampires that managed to flee, the lesser undead being sent towards us as fodder to buy time, had gathered together on the steps behind a single man. The man had black skin, and was wearing a light blue mages robe with his arms crossed across his chest. When he looked up to meet my gaze, he revealed blood red eyes.

This man had confidence, or at least was feigning it, and all of the defenders had taken up positions to support him.

"We found the leader." I said with a bloodsoaked grin.

"He seems confident." Svar observes as she steps up beside me.

Serana inhales deeply through her nose, then focuses on the man. "He is powerful. Not so powerful as us, but strong in his own right. He is yours Dusk, drain him. Svarline and I will deal with the others."

I nod to her in thanks, then begin walking forward. The man, no, the vampire holds my gaze as I slowly close the distance to him.

I smirk as a thought occurs to me.

I just fought my way through an entire city of undead, so I might as well go full anime antagonist and have a nice chat with the man I'm about to kill.

"Who might you be?" I ask jovially.

He uncrosses his arms, and begins walking towards me. "I'm a mage." He says.

I raise a mocking eyebrow. "In those robes? I had you pegged for a priest. No, I was more concerned with how you came to be a vampire. Potema offer you riches untold?"

He scowls as he keeps advancing. "I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter."

Serana and Svar pass me and begin walking in a wide arc around the man. The defenders behind him group together as they realize they are my love's targets.

"Well, you have my sympathies, but I'm afraid I have to kill you now." I say as I come within fifteen feet of the man.

He grunts at me. "Good. I've been waiting for this."

The truth behind those words gives me pause. He actually wants to die. Why?

I give him another look over, and his face sparks a memory or two. "Would your name happen to be Falion?"

He freezes, obviously surprised. "You know me?"

I smile sadly. "Yes. Don't worry Falion, I'll set you free."

Not sure how she did it, but Potema managed to force one of the leading experts on vampires to become her own personal bitch. It's a shame too, I always kinda liked this guy. Best thing I can do now is end him.

Without saying another word, I charge him. I lash out with Yamato, but a swirling violet portal swallows him, leaving a floating woman made of fire in his place.

Huh, I was wondering why I hadn't seen any Flame Atronachs yet.

Flame Thrall

Level- 317

Tier- Immortal

HP- 37,424

Thrall?! Oh shit, he's the master conjuration trainer isn't he? This might actually be difficult.

I finish my swing, and bring Yamato through the flaming woman. Her form splits apart with the swing, and simply reforms.

Oh not this shit again.

I inventory Yamato and channel an absurd amount of mana into the sky, and call down a massive lightning bolt.

The woman shrieks in pain, and slowly begins to shiver away.

Being the well practiced Skyrim/ESO player I am, I teleport away just in time to avoid the explosion. I pay it no mind, focusing instead on my soul sense as I try to figure out where Falion went.

...He's gone. He's just not here any more. What the actual hell?

I feel a pulse of mana, and turn to see three more portals opening. Another Flame Thrall emerges from each one, but there is still no sign of Falion.

I summon more lightning to vaporize these three, and keep up my search.

I can't find him. I can't get a ping with my soul magic, with my electromancy, or with my vampiric senses. The man is just gone.

Serana and Svar continue to tear through the rest of the defenders while I try to locate Falion.

I feel another pulse of magic, and turn to see five portals open. Each one transporting yet another Flame Thrall, but that's not what catches my attention. While the portals were open, I felt Falion through my soul magic. It was only there for a second, but I felt him.

Mr. Rogers makes a flyby and takes out the thralls for me while I try to figure out what that meant.

I could feel him through the portal, but not here. Did he teleport to the other side of Nirn?

More portals open, and this time I'm fast enough to catch a glimpse through. Around one of the eleven Flame Thralls that appear, I catch a glimpse of Falion. He is standing in an ever shifting void of white and black clouds. A void that I've seen before.

There was a hidden boss you could fight in Skyrim at the end of Shalidor's maze. It was a dremora of some sort, but that's not the important part. What is, is that the dremora had its own personal plane of Oblivion you had to fight it in. It wasn't very large, but that it existed at all was an extremely impressive feat. The wispy clouds around Falion look exactly like what the barriers of that plane looked like.

The mother fucker made a god damned Oblivion plane. How the fuck am I supposed to get in there?!

The Flame Thralls start advancing, but Serana and Svar collide with them, having finished up with the fodder.

"Where is he?" Serana calls as she blankets three of the Thralls in ice.

"In Oblivion. Buy me some time!" I call back.

More portals open, and I try to teleport through one of them, but something blocks my teleportation.

That's never happened before. What the hell?

I try again when even more open, the courtyard now full of Flame Thralls, but I'm blocked again. I catch sight of Falion once more with his hand up.

Bastard blocked my teleportation!

Mr. Rogers and the skeletal dragon both arrive and both they and Valerica begin to lay into the Flame Thralls.

Think Dusk! Think!

How the hell am I supposed to get through to him if I can't make it through his portal? I'm not a damn planeswalker! I don't have anything that can let me pass through dimensio…

Will that work?

More portals open around me, and I quickly act.

I pull Yamato from my inventory, and grip the hilt.

Here goes nothing.

I hold the sword in front of me, and picture the plane I glimpsed Falion on. I then slowly bring the sword down, willing it to cut. I then hold it horizontally, and do the same thing.

Two tears in reality open in front of me, and spread into one another. The two slashes open up into a window, and I can see a very shocked Falion through it.

Not willing to give him any time, I activate Godspeed and use it and my Vampire Lord speed combined to close the gap in moments, quickly sinking my fangs into the mage.

He tries to fight back, but I keep him in a death grip. His struggles start to slow as I keep drinking, until they cease entirely. "Thank…. you." He says weakly.

You have drained a powerful creature!

Vampiric ability [Spawn] acquired!

Spawn

Can create pools of blood to use in spawning various types of minions.

Conjuration affinity gained!

Perk [King's Realm] added!

King's Realm

Any plane you create will be locked to those you do not want within it, and you will have greater control over such planes.

Quest Complete

[The Fall of Morthal!]

Objective- Successfully take or destroy Morthal

Bonus Objective- Defeat Falion

Bonus Objective- Breach Falion's Plane

Bonus Objective- Drain Falion

Rewards- 2 Gacha Coins, Morthal

Bonus Rewards- 2 Gacha Coins, A gift from an interested party, [King's Realm]

Level up x43

Dusk the Master of the Storm

Level- 357

Class- Illusionist - LVL 59/100 [52%]

Crafting Class- N/A [0%]

Race- Vampire Lord

Tier- Immortal

Alignment- True Neutral

HP- 22020 [13212 per minute]

MP- 35520 [26640 per minute]

SP- 22020 [13212 per minute]

STR- 1174

END- 1101

DEX - 1000

INT - 1776

WIS - 1776

CHA - 1068

LUK - 784

MP Regen= WIS x 15

MP= INT x 20

SP/Health Regen= END x 12

SP/HP= END x 20

For Reaching 700 CHA you have gained a perk!

Delightful

Talking to you is an experience that people would pay money to experience

For Reaching 800 CHA you have gained a perk!

Pals

Anyone who's friendship you earn, will never be lost unless you intentionally wrong them in a major way

For Reaching 900 CHA you have gained a perk!

Advisor

Powerful people will see you as trustworthy, and give you far more say than you deserve

For reaching 1000 CHA you have gained a perk!

I Roll to Seduce the Dragon

Things that should be unable to happen can be forced to happen by your power of personality

I take a deep breath, and drop Falion's corpse to the ground.

Sorry it had to be this way, I actually really liked you man.

I leave him on the ground of his realm and walk back through the hole in reality I created with Yamato. When I emerge, I see Svar and Serana have changed back to normal, and they along with Valerica are staring at the tear in reality. The bodies of dozens of Flame Thralls smoldering around them.

Svar is the first to find her voice. "Since when could you do that?"

I look at it over my shoulder, then shrug. "Fifteen seconds ago."

Valerica turns to me with wide eyes. "You learned how to bridge planes not moments ago?"

I nod, and hold up Yamato. "Told you this thing could cut through anything."

"And it's about time you yourself remembered that." A familiar bone chilling voice says.

Serana and Svar both instantly change back into their combat forms, and shadows begin spilling off of Valerica.

I mechanically turn to greet my guest.

Standing there with a wide smile on his face, amidst a sea of blood and shredded corpses, stands none other than Gaunter O'Dimm. "Bravo Dusk! What a show!" He slowly claps his hands.

"What are you doing here?" Svar growls at him.

The entity turns his grin upon her. "Nothing nefarious I assure you, I'm merely here to encourage this type of behavior. To that end," He turns to me and holds out his hand. "a gift!" A green flash of light emanates from his hand, and leaves a small cube in its wake. He holds it up to me with a warm smile. "This should help you get the hang of things fairly safely. If there is a mishap, simply push the button with the recognizable emblem, and you will be returned unharmed."

Realizing refusing this 'gift' will only piss him off, I slowly step forward. I pick the cube up and take a better look at it.

It's made of a robust metal, and each face has a button on it. One has the symbol of the Imperials, and Skyrim the game, another has a bunch of tentacles, another shows a boat, another shows two swords that look remarkably similar to the blades of chaos, another shows a star, and the last shows a wolf head medallion.

Starting to grow suspicious of this thing, I Observe it.

Cubic Gate

Legendary Item

This cube allows the user to travel to six pre-coded planes of existence by pushing the associated button.

I swallow heavily, and look up at O'Dimm. "Thank you, but you'll forgive me if I believe there's an ulterior motive for this."

He throws his head back and laughs jovially. "Of course there is! I'm sure you've already realized it, but now when I call in that favor you'll have no excuse to delay. Don't worry, you've still a while yet, but I thought it best to prepare you regardless."

"Thank you for the box, now please leave." Serana says coldly.

He looks at her with a grin, then turns back to me. "It would seem I have worn out my welcome. I look forward to our next meeting, Dusk!"

He's gone the next moment.

The four of us remain tense for a number of minutes, before we slowly start to relax once again.

"That really soured the mood." I say.

"No kidding." Svar replies.

Serana shakes her head. "We will deal with him when the time comes to deal with him, until that time, it's a waste of effort to concern ourselves with him."

I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I look up at Serana and say, "You're right. Let's finish up here then teleport home."

The next hour or so sees us gathering up the more intact bodies, the usable weapons, and anything enchanted and throwing it in my inventory. Even with Gaunter's visit souring things, we're all still high off the battle craze. It's not every day you take a city filled with thousands of vampires with a four man force after all.

Once we have more bodies than we'll ever need, we teleport back to Sky Haven.

"I will see you three later. I now have a city's worth of souls to play with." Valerica says with a manic grin, then walks off with her Orb of Death.

Svar, Serana, and I head to our room, clean ourselves with magic, and cuddle.

What better way to end a day of slaughter than in the arms of those who were by your side during it?

Yep. I definitely have issues.

Interlude: A sweet, innocent, little girl.

Walking through the streets of Markarth has become so boring. Everyone hides in their homes because the big bad dragons might come to get them. There isn't even a reason why our family has to live in the undercity any more, no one would notice us anyway, but we like it down there. There's actually something to do, even if it's just killing Falmer.

I walk up to the door I was summoned to, when a guard begins walking up behind me.

I grin as I reach into the pouch at my side and turn around. "Hi Guard lady!" I wave my whole arm at her and run up to her. I tilt my head back to meet her gaze, then hold up the flower I pulled from my pouch. "Here! It's pretty! Just like your hair!"

The guard's suspicious expression melts into one of complete adoration. She kneels down and pats me on the head. "Thank you sweetie, but you should get home soon. You don't want your parents to worry do you?"

I over exaggerate a head shaking motion, forcing my hair to wap back in forth uncontrollably.

The guardswoman chuckles and stands. "Alright then. Get on home."

"Ok!" I bounce up and down on my toes and wave at her again. "Bye pretty lady!" I turn around and start skipping away.

I wait until I hear the guard walk past, before I move back to the door.

It is fearfully easy to manipulate people when you're cute. It's a wonder children aren't the ones ruling the world.

I easily push the sturdy metal door open, and walk into the trashed home.

I would clean this place up, but he likes it messy for some reason. Oh well, it is his house.

I walk to the caved in wall, and start walking down the roughly carved stone tunnel. After a few twists and turns, I arrive at a truly beautiful sight.

There is a pitch black altar covered in spikes, with a demon's head at the top. Directly below the head is a large bowl filled with blood.

You are late.

I shiver as the deep voice resonates throughout the small cave. Such power!

I scratch the back of my head cutely. "Sorry, I had to avoid the guards."

No matter. I have a task for you.

I lean forward expectantly as I await my orders.

An upstart woman I took to bed some thousand years ago has started stealing that which is mine. This cannot be allowed to stand. Journey to what remains of Morthal and pick up her scent. With the amount of my souls she stole, there should be evidence left of where she ran to. Take your 'family' or not. I don't care. But do not fail me.

The voice fades, and I break out into a beautiful smile.

My first mission! We've been sitting here for months with nothing to do, but now we get to go kill again!

I skip over to an ornamental stand on the side of the altar, and pick up my right as his champion.

The large, jagged mace glows bright red in approval as I pick it up.

This is going to be so much fun! I can't wait!