I came to consciousness with a violent startle. My eyes rapidly scanning my environment. Where was I? I was…somewhere else. Just a moment ago. The urge to cough overtook me, and I felt the sting upon my lungs and abdomen. Absentmindedly, I pulled a health potion from my Oblivion. But when I went to pull the cork, I noticed something dire.

"Well that sucks." I said as my eyes looked over the stump that was my shoulder. And then the pain hit. The awful, yet somehow mundane pain. Pulling the cork out with my teeth, I chugged. "Break down later. Prioritize information gathering." I instructed myself. Because, honestly, it was eerily quiet in this place.

I felt the potion help with the pain, but I had a feeling I wasn't getting my arm back. Additionally, the pain in my abdomen wasn't leaving. I fumbled with the bloody bandages, pulling them open with reckless regard.

Worst case scenario I died right? My brow creased when I saw my skin was smooth. Yet the pain remained. Then, I was hit with more intense feeling. It was like a form of light headedness, mixed with nausea. I leaned over the bed to spill my guts up out through my mouth.

The bile was spotted with blood, and something else. Something reflective. But I ignored it in favor of gathering my bearings. I blinked the blurriness out of my eyes and made to stand.

My bed creaked at a decibel that made me wince. Upstairs, I heard someone speak. Then I was hit with another wave of nausea. I doubled over, trying to empty my churning stomach. But unfortunately, I had nothing to pull up. Rather I remained on the floor stuck in a loop of gagging painfully and whimpering.

I felt hands pull me up and I didn't resist as I was placed back into the bed. The person assisting me was a woman. Her feature were hard, and she scowled as she looked me over. Our eyes met as she examined me, and she initiated a conversation.

"I'm surprised your not dead. All things considered." She said it in such a way that made me feel as if that would have been the preferred outcome.

I chuckled lightly, before coughing. "I'm rather hard to kill, I'm afraid."

She hummed gruffly, before she took a wash pan and cloth from under the bed, and began washing the blood off my torso. "Do you know how you got here?"

I blinked in confusion. My head was foggy. "I was…I was with someone. There was a fight. I…I don't-" My head felt like it would split open as memories flooded back.

Flashback

It was all so sudden. One moment we were saying our goodbyes, it was pandemonium.

I flinched violently, and felt hands hold me down as I spasmed.

"Easy, there. Easy." I nodded gratefully as the hands held me down.

I fought through the pain, and felt the barest of images come forth.

"We were ambushed." I said, while trying to link the images flashing though my brain into any coherent order.

"We?" the woman asked. I scrunched my brows. My head was so fuzzy. Like thinking through syrup. I had someone with me, right? Then I remembered three faces.

"My…companions. Three women. A nord, a half elf, and a…uh…bird girl?" That didn't sound correct. But I clearly remembered her anatomy.

The woman gained a harsh glint in her eyes. "You travel with a hag raven?" Right, Donna. She was…a Harpy. Slowly, my memories returned. Like clay being softened as it was knee-deep.

I shook my head, and explained. "No, no. She was born that way. Not created. Her kind come from …uh…farther down south." She looked at me skeptically. "Have you by chance seen my companions? Are they here? And also where is here?"

She shook her head and my heart dropped. "Your in the temple of Talos, behind the walls of Windhelm. And no, you were alone. We pulled you out of the river. A sailor saw you floating out to sea. They rushed you here. I've been watching over you this past week. There were many times I thought you wouldn't pull through. It's good to be wrong on some occasions I suppose. Even if you have just contaminated my freshly cleaned floors." I winced at the acrid smell of vomit that pooled beside the bed. "It's possible your companions could have been washed out to sea, if they met the same fate as yourself." I shook my head at that. It didn't sound right. My head was slowly clearing up. Connections that were once difficult becoming much easier. Synapses firing to a neural cluster, creating the concept known as thought.

I blinked. A week? What had-?

"After your ambush, what happened?" She prodded. Perhaps seeing the lingering cloudiness leave me. I tried focusing on the details, and this time it was much less painful.

Flashback

Before we could even react, some sort of device latched around Aerana's head. It was mechanical in nature, and covered the entirety of her face. She fell to the ground and thrashed. She tried to speak, but it held her jaw open, and all she could do was scream incoherently.

Another bow twang saw Lydia gain an arrow to her upper chest. She struggled for a moment, but her eyes went white and she dropped.

I pulled up my carbon armor expecting the same treatment. And I was right to do so as a arrow sparked against my chest.

I pulled up my magic ready to incinerate any attacker, but with the sun at their backs, I couldn't make them out. Another twang followed by a whirling sound and Donna dropped from the air. She had panicked and tried to escape. A rope with balls attached to the end wrapped around her, pinning her wings to her torso.

I saw movement in the corner of my vision, and I launched a ball of plasma. I was rewarded by the sound of pain as someone dropped to the floor. But it wasn't to be. A canister of some sort was thrown in front of me. It exploded, releasing an off white gas.

I covered my mouth and moved back, meanwhile spraying the immediate area in flame. The gas was flammable it seems, because it combusted. Then I felt a strong impact into my back and my lung exploded in pain.

Because of this, I had no time to react as a chitin warrior surged through the fire with a blade blacker than ebony. I didn't even register it as my left arm was completely severed. I fell back from being so off balance, and my legs hit the railing of the bridge.

I tumbled over the edge. Making impact with the water. With an arrow in my back and my arm gone, it was difficult to think. I watched helplessly as I was carried away by the current over the waterfall.

"They used a contraption to neutralize my friend. Then an arrow to take out her housecarl. The last was caught by a net or something. They tried to poison me with gas, but it didn't work. Something hit me in the back, and I fell from the bridge. One of them used what I think was a Daedric sword to cut through my armor."

The woman looked pensive. "Well, that explains this then." And with that she pulled out an arrow. It was odd. It's shaft was was that if a simple arrow. But the head was different. It was barbed cruelly, and seemed to absorb all light. A Daedric arrowhead. "It was still lodged in your back when we found you. Not very deep mind you, but enough that it cracked one of your ribs. Surprisingly enough, that was the simplest injury to heal. Unfortunately however, I suspect the arrowhead might have been poisoned. A liquid metal of some sort. Hydrophilic I nature, it latched to your flesh in a way that was difficult to collect. Additionally, whatever that poison was, it ate away at magic. I had a hell of a time cleaning your wound without contaminating myself. Despite my best attempts, I was unable to remove it all from you. It was resistant to traditional poison removal methods. An odd substance for sure. I have it saved in a vile for future study."

Something about that sounded familiar. Then it hit me with a growing sense of dread. "Ma'am, this liquid metal poison. Did it shine like silver?"

She rose her eyebrows. "So you have some experience with this poison. That's good. You would know of a cute then?"

My mouth was dry. I couldn't speak. I was fucked. Fucked worse than normal. Because I had woken up with this condition. My save point would be right here. Armless, and poisoned with what I suspected to be mercury.

"No." I answered. She quirked an eyebrow.

"A poison without a cure. Sounds useful. Mind if I keep it? Perhaps I might slip it into tullius's tea one day."

I nodded absent mindedly.

Why does this keep happening. Is it not enough I'm barred from death. Now I get to experience it forever?

That's bullshit.

"You said the poison couldn't be cured traditionally. I assume you've tried a potion of cure disease?"

She scoffed at me, slapping my leg. "No, I thought I'd try leeches first. Of course I did. Do you think I'm daft?"

I winced at her tone. Yeah, fair. Still, I was a dead man walking as is.

Mercury poisoning was an awful way to go. But I shouldn't lose hope. This world isn't like earth. Magic exists here. And a cure must as well. I inhaled, gaining some bit of nerve.

"Well, only one thing to do in a situation like this." I began getting out of bed, noticing idly that I wasn't wearing pants. Thankfully, she wordlessly handed me some.

Rather than attempt to put them on with one arm, I just took them into my Oblivion, and 'Equipped them'. It was something I had already learned to do with armor.

Thought it made multiple layers difficult. Something I suspected was the reason enchanted robes weren't used beneath armor commonly. Because armor was tedious to put on alone.

As I began ascending the stair, the priestess asked. "And what might that be?"

I flashed her a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes. "To get a drink!"

Her eye roll was of epic proportions.

--

When I strolled through the door to the candle light Inn, I saw it was moderately busy. Deciding I didn't want to deal with that, I dropped a save point. I walked up to the first person I saw, some old guy complaining about the war or something, and and channel enough lightning to turn a fully grown pig into a roast. Absolutely just lighting him up. Arcs splashed off his body and burned lines into the furniture around him. Smoke wafted from the charred wood and swirled around me.

I had the attention of the entire room now.

My response was to smile brightly, and make a polite request. "EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!" I screamed. Sending a bolt above the head of the woman playing the drums. She ducked as stone mortar rained down over her and screamed. After that it was a panic for people to leave. One or two stayed to attempt a fight, but they served as an example as to why that wasn't a good idea. From the looks of it, I was a gaunt one armed madman with an urge to kill indiscriminately. When the last people left, I walked up to the door and used Transmutation to weld the metal of the doors shut.

Seconds after, I heard guards banging on them to gain entrance. It wouldn't stop them forever, but it would for long enough. Deciding I didn't like the smell of smoking corpses and melting flesh, I walked down the stairs to the bar and check in area of the inn. My fingers twitched and the door outside became a stone wall.

I drummed my fingers along the wood of the bar as I walked behind it.

Humming, I reached beneath the counter and retrieved two mugs. One for me, and one to an empty seat. I picked the first wine I could find. I pulled the cork out with reinforced teeth and poured the mugs full. One for me, and one for an empty seat in front of me.

"Sam! I need to talk." My voice rang out across the open in. Silent, aside from the sound of men trying to break down a foot thick of stone.

He appeared between one blink and the next. The space empty until it wasn't. He immediately took up his cup, and downed a swing. And kept going. I took a sip of mine, obscuring my site for a moment. When it cleared again, he was already pouring himself another round.

I put mine down and waited for him to finish. He did so, and sighed contently. "So." He began. "What can I do for you, friend of mine."

I grit my teeth. "I need help."

He belted out a laugh. "You don't say. Well, I suppose it would be difficult with just one hand. Alright, I'll do it. Go ahead and unbutton your trousers."

My face flushed at the implications. "What!? No! I need help rescuing my friends! We were attacked, and I don't know who took them!"

Initially, I saw this plan of action as a sure thing. What was the point of being a Daedric bestie if you couldn't get some benefits, right? But when Sam stopped drinking and assumed a serious face, I felt dread in the pit of my stomach.

He put his glass down, and licked his lips. "Look, Sheo. I know that this is going to upset you. But, I can't help you with this."

The wooden handle of my mug splintered under my grip. "What, why not?" Because seriously, why not?

Sam stared into his drink, swirling it slightly. "It's not that I don't want to. It's that I can't."

That didn't answer anything! "What do you mean you can't! You're a Daedric lord! You can do anything!"

He winced, and gave me an apologetic smile. "I can't do anything. There are rules to-"

"What rules! One of the people attacked is the Dragonborn! Doesn't that grant an exemption?"

"It's not that simple Sheo. For me especially. Look, I've been skirting the rules for a while now. You know your not a from this world, right?"

I nodded because of course he knew. Clavicus vile knew, so it only made sense.

"Right, so because your not a traditional man or mer, you're a loop hole to the restrictions placed on me and my kin. But after the defeat of Alduin, a lot of attention was put on you. And because I made a direct appearance, my brothers and sister have forbidden me from interfering. Now, I might have anyway, if not for how rude the Dragonborn was to me. Since this was bound to happen, I just gave my word in view of the others. If I go back on my word now, there will be consequences."

My expression became more and more sullen. Up until his last few sentences.

"Wait…you knew. You knew this would happen!" I seethed at him. Magic escaped me against my will, and the interior of the room blackened. The wood around us began to decay, and the bottles beneath bubbled and shattered. But all this was lost on me, because he knew!

He put up his hands and leaned backwards away from the spreading decay.

"Easy! Easy! I'm sorry, alright! But that's just how the fate thread went! Actually, this fate thread even went off course! Spawning a new thread entirely. The thread branched off in a new direction. "

Wait, so then, did that mean that when this happened in the cannon timeline, Aerana fought off the ambush? Then why couldn't she this time? Was she too weak? Wait, was I the reason she was too weak?

The output of magic halted in it's tracks. I stood staring at nothing as I pondered it.

It was me, wasn't it? Had I been carrying Aerana? Had she not gotten experience because I had been doing everything?

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I mean, yeah, she was strong. Stronger than most. But was she the level of strength to defeat Alduin alone?

No. No she was not.

As I went down the rabbit hole, I realized that where it had gone wrong.

I had robbed her of the experience. All those failed timelines when she had fought and strategized. They were erased. Replaced with a timeline in which I solved the problem with the easiest solution.

I grit my teeth. It didn't matter. She could still become strong. She just needed the opportunity. And after I saved her, I would give her it by exiting her life.

Still. I couldn't help the stabbing feeling of betrayal if felt. "I though you were my friend." I said. To my annoyance, the roller coaster of anger, to despair, to guilt, and lastly betrayal, had left me feeling emotionally vulnerable.

I blinked tightly as I tried to hold back my tears.

Sam's face softened. "I, I am your friend. Honesty I am. What I have with you, even if it's been brief, and rocky, I value it. I…I want to help you, Sheo." The fact he sounded so remorseful made the stabbing feeling even worse. Because I believed him.

"Look, I can't tell you any information. I'm bound by non interference. I suggest you look elsewhere. Understand?"

I pondered his words, and I think I understood what he meant. I wiped my eyes clear and nodded.

"Alright. I'll…I'll see you again. Friend." And with that he was gone.

I spent a few minutes composing myself after that. When I was calmed down, I began to formulate a plan. First, I needed to investigate Ivarstead. I was throwing some pretty flashy magic around. Someone must have seen something.

After that, I needed to make a list.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something heavy being battered against the door.

They had just busted through the first stone when I smiled and reset.

I stood in front of a group of patrons. A woman noticed me, and walked up.

"Anything I can do for ya, sir." She said while collecting cups from tables to place on her tray. Her voice was flirtatious, and she had mastered the art of swaying her hips and blinking her eyelashes.

Yet still, I ignored her. Choosing to walk out the way I came.

As the cold air of Skyrim swept across me, I grinned morbidly. "Time to buy a horse."

Ivarstead

I found clear signs of an attack on the bridge. Upon asking the guards, I learned that a single woman was found in critical condition. In my absence, she had been sent to the temple of Kynearth in Whiterun.

That of course was my next stop. It was a days journey, and often had to slow the horses pace. My lungs weren't working at max efficiency, and the jostling nearly caused me to pass out once or twice.

But I persevered, passing through the burned husk of helgan, and through Riverwood.

I was expecting bandits in the burned out fort town, but I was met with no resistance. It was eerie in a way. I could still smell the charred bodies, could still hear the screams.

It was so much worse when I knew that it wasn't a dream.

Riverwood had the opposite problem. It was oddly busy. Tents had been erected outside it's walls. And I saw people training with what looked like katana in the background.

But I was in a hurry, so I pushed through with haste. I was on a time limit of sorts.

I stowed my horse at the stall, and made my way up the path to the city.

When I got to the gates, I was met with shock and surprise.

"Hale! Thane! The Jarl requests your immediate presence! He wants to- M-My thane! Your arm!"

I grimaced. "Nevermind that. Please, escort me to the Jarl." Balgruuf had been good to us. He deserved to know what had transpired. Besides, it wouldn't take long. After speaking with him, I would go see Lydia.

The trip through town was filled with hushed whispers and sullen faces. What had happened here?

I was given an odd look when I had to stop to breath. I leaned against the stone as I coughed roughly, wincing when I saw spots of blood in my hand. Regardless, my escort waited patiently. Something I appreciated. When I felt up to moving again.

"My thane, have you an affliction?" The man asked as we moved forward.

I nodded with a grave face. "Something like that. I was poisoned with an arrow. The poison itself is a toxic metal, so it can't be flushed out with traditional potions." I couldn't tell from his helmeted head, but I think the guard scowled. At the very least he clenched his gloves. I heard the leather of them creak under the stress.

He assisted me in opening the door, and I saw Balgruuf at the end of the grand hall.

He was speaking animatedly with Farengar. But both stopped when they noticed my approach. And I saw the wizard pale when he saw my empty sleeve.

For the first time since I came here, I gave someone proper respect. I knelt down on one knee before the Jarl.

"Jarl Balgruuf, you asked for my summons."

The man in question just remained silent for several seconds.

Then he uttered just two words.

"What happened?"

Some time later:

I explained our fight against Alduin, and the events of the ambush. Balgruuf's frown had become a furious scowl.

"And you say you have been in Windhelm, recovering?"

I nodded. "Yes. I was unconscious, under the care of the priestess of Talos. I awoke only the other day, and made my way first to Ivarstead, and then here. I had hoped to check up on Lydia. It was my understanding that she had survived. Taken to the temple of Kynearth."

Balgruuf seemed to seethe, and then he deflated.

"Yes, Lydia is here. But not in the care of the healers of Kynearth. She is further in the castle. Kept in her bedchamber." I blinked at that. Wait, Lydia has her own bedchamber in Dragonsreach? Since when?

When I vocalized that, the Jarl chuckled lightly.

"Did she not tell you? She is the adopted child of my brother Hrongar. In all but blood, she is my niece."

Oh. I had not known that. I didn't think Hrongar had a kid. But, at the same time, it kinda made sense.

Balgruuf got up from his throne, and began making his way to the upstairs portion. "Come, I'll show you to her. Even in her state, I'm sure she would want a visitor."

I was confused by his wording, but followed none the less.

He led me further into the castle, through a large gate, and then up some stairs. This portion looked a lot less grandiose, and much more lived in.

When we came to a closed door, I was confused when Balgruuf knocked. Why knock in your own castle. Then I realized that Lydia was a grown woman, and apparently family. I suppose it would be awkward if your uncle just walk in on you naked.

Or kinky, if you're a sick Fuck.

But the woman who answered the door was not Lydia. It was a robbed woman. With a neckless of Kynearth upon her neck.

"How is she doing today?" Balgruuf asked the woman softly.

The woman had what I knew to be was a practiced smile. "She's better than yesterday. Some of the treatments seem to be helping."

The Jarl nodded. "That's good to hear. Do you think it would hurt if she had a visitor?"

The woman looked at me, and her eyes widened softly as she saw my empty sleeve. But her professionalism won out in the end. "No, I don't think it would hurt. If he is trusted, I may even slip out for a moment to take care of bodily functions." She said in what was obviously a joke on using the restroom.

Balgruuf chuckled lightly. I got the odd feeling that the two were…flirting? Perhaps. Or something adjacent. "He is trusted. By myself, and lydia." His eyes got a bit darker then. "He was with her when it happened." He whispered to her. But my close proximity allowed me to hear it. Her eyes widened, and went to my arm again. The woman nodded, and reevaluated me. Then she put her professional smile back on and spoke to me directly.

"Shes just inside. Please be considerate of her condition. Otherwise, just talk to her. It may not seem like it, but it's been shown to help."

I nodded, confused. The two walked off together, chatting lightly. I couldn't help but wonder if Balgruuf was going for wife number three.

Regardless, I slipped inside the bedroom, and what I saw caused me to gasp.

Upon the bed, tucked beneath a thin set of sheets, was Lydia. Her hair was splayed across her pillow, and her complexion was a ghostly white.

Coming closer, I saw her breathing was shallow and even. But worst of all was her lack of expression.

She had none.

Her arms were above the blanket, and I walked unsteady to the chair at the beds side. Sitting upon it, I grasped her hand with my own. She was unusually cold. Wasn't her nord blood supposed to keep her hot?

"Lydia." I called out. She was just asleep. Right? No response. Not even a twitch. "Lydia, it's me. Sheo. Wake up." No response. I placed my hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. "Lydia, you need to wake up. Aerana's been taken!"

No response.

I tried not to hyperventilate. Because it hurt my lungs.

I shook her more firmly. "Lydia! This isn't a time for jokes! Aerana is missing! And I have no idea who took her! You need to wake up! Please!"

She didn't even twitch. I pulled my hand away from her shoulder.

I couldn't stop it now. The tears came out, and I didn't have the will to stop them.

I sobbed as I saw the state of my friend. A friend who thought I hated her. Surly.

That's the state the priestess found me in. Sobbing into the bed as I clutched loosely to Lydia's arm.

She pulled me from the ground, and still the sobs didn't stop. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. And even disfigured as I was, I couldn't help but feel I was the one who got away the best from that damned ambush.

The woman sat patiently while I worked through my trauma. When I could cry no more, I saw that the sun had sank some. I must have been here for at least two hours.

A cup of tea was placed into my lap. I took it absent mindedly.

I held it as the priestess went about her tasks. She used what looked like a small funnel to feed Lydia a variety of potions. She glanced my way and gave me a look of pity before returning to her charge.

"You two must have been close. Lovers perhaps?" The woman conversed.

It took a moment to register her question, and a moment more to create a response.

"Err, yes. Wait. No!"

The woman raised an eyebrow at me.

"We were close yes, but we're not lovers. In fact, I think she would gag at the very idea."

"I see. So, companions yes?"

I nodded. "She wasn't even my housecarl. She was Aerana's . And, also maybe her lover as well. I was unclear on that."

The woman finished cleaning up her item and sat at a nearby table. "Ah yes. The Famed Dragonborn. How scandalous. So then you must be the Mad Mage."

I blinked. Wait, what were people calling me?

"Mad mage?" I asked.

The woman snickered. " Oh yes. A genius mage, made in the image of the prince of madness himself. Who travels with the Dragonborn and her noble hound."

If I had taken a sip of my tea, I would have done a spit take. Ignoring what she said about sheogorath, people knew about Lydia's lycanthropy?

"What do you mean noble hound?" I said narrowing my eyes.

She snickered. "I jest. I jest. In truth, I was only informed of her condition by the new leader of the companions, Vilkas. It's an open secret at the temple, that our local guild are partial to smelling like dog after a bath.

It's best if your healer knows what will and won't poison you after all."

I nodded. That made some sense. I looked at Lydia's unmoving form. "So what's wrong with her. Why won't she wake?" I needed to know.

The smile on the woman dropped into a neutral expression. "A poison of some sort. Metal in origin. It seems particularly lethal to lycanthropes. I'm emptying my stock of potions just to keep her normalized. The majority of them are used to fortify her constitution and stamina. It's costing a small fortune, but the Jarl is paying. So as long as materials last, I should be able to keep her alive. The problem is, this poison isn't washing out. I give her a month, maybe two, before the poison overtakes the potions ability to keep her alive."

I scowled. So it was the same for her as it was for me. Worse even, because while I was going untreated, without those potions, Lydia would die.

I grit my teeth. This…wasn't as bad as it could be. I already had to find myself a cure. Not doing so wasn't an option. Otherwise I would just keep dying. The problem was sleep. Every time I slept, I would reset.

I had to be strategic about this. I drummed my fingers along the quilt. Something that was becoming a habit.

I thought back to the conversation I had with Sam. He had said HE couldn't help me. That seemed important. Then what about…I felt the urge to slap my face. Only the tea in my lap prevented me.

Other daedra! I could ask one of them. I would probably have to pay a price, but who cares! To save my friends, it was worth it.

Having said that, some daedra we're more worth it than others. And some could outright be crossed off the list.

I placed my cold cup of tea on the floor. I looked at Lydia's slowly moving chest, and I clenched my first in resolve. "I'll fix this. I promise."

With that I turned around and left. Leaving a slightly confused woman in my wake.

Walking downstairs, I pulled out a map. I would need to be strategic if I didn't want to trap myself and run out of time.

First place on the list: Dawnstar.

Morag Tong

Capture team reporting to Cyrodiil home base:

Capture team Malacath's boot reports success in their mission.

Currently stationed at safehouse 13-10. Waiting routine 7-day cool down period before transfer.

Reporting two causalities, and one extra capture.

1 male of possible imperial or elven decent, one nord female(Lycanthrope)

1 Ally lost via Male's magic.

Original plan to subdue male with requested gas canister failed.

1 anti-lycan quicksilver arrowhead treatment lost.

1 Grade S arrowhead lost.

Subject neutralized via traumatic amputation of the left arm.

Extra capture appears to be an unknown species of avian decent. Possible Chimera.

Exhibits exceptional beauty. Recommended resell to interested parties.

Value price:High.

Captures currently being kept sedated.

Notice: Priority target appears to have abnormally high constitution. Team command has approved increased dosage of type B sedatives.

Estimated time before delivery, two weeks.

A/N

So things have gone to shit. Lydia in a coma, Sheo lost his arm. Aerana and Donna kidnapped. And Sheo left with no choice but to go artifact hunting. Something will cure that murcury poisoning, right?

Anyway, I figured that Skyrim has Quicksilver, which if you don't know is an old name for Mercury. And Mercury poisoning is no joke. So why not use that as a stresser for the characters.

A Daedric arrowhead with a poison made for killing Warewolves is bound to be nasty stuff. Most definitely strong enough to punch through Sheo's Carbon armor and Reinforced flesh. Speaking of, just consider that the same type of reinforcement that's used in the Type-moon series.

I am aware of the plethora of spelling, Grammar, and lore issues with this story. And make no mistake, I will go back and fix them. But it won't be until I finish the story. i don't want to be bogged down until I'm done. I already take long enough time between updates as is.

For the third and final arc, I'm planning on implementing some aspects of the Vigilant mod. So get excited for that. Nothing too fancy, just the world itself. I have a general outline of where I want this story to go, but I try to keep it as loose as possible. It'll probably take me a while, but I will complete it.

Thank you everyone who has favorited and followed. As well as anyone who comments. I really appreciate it. This started as just a stupid self insert that I wasn't taking seriously, and then people actually liked it!

I do this mostly to improve my writing, but it warms my heart to see all this support and attention. So thank you. I honestly wish I had more time to update now, but with life the way it is, I'm lucky if I can get a few sentences a day. Usually that what happens, until I find myself with time and nothing else to do. In which case the majority of the chapter gets written in around two hours.

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