"Find anything interesting?" asked Kela as Seraph came walking around the corner. "No," he replied plainly walking across the tiny bridge to the other side of he water and standing in front of the magicka guarded doors. As the others started to walk over he said something in an odd language that was even odd for Morrowind. The magicka on the door faded slowly then disappeared completely. "Holly, give me your sword," said Seraph putting one hand out for the sword and the other on the crack between the two doors. As Holly put the sword in his hand he told them of his plan to push the doors open, run at the altar and drop the sword there so they will be safe. "Why are we going in there again?" asked Sango. "Because I still haven't completed all of the pilgrimages," replied Seraph. And with that they executed their plan with ease. And while they were in there Seraph found a Deadric looking crescent shaped necklace and took it.
"Wait here for me," said Seraph as they entered the foreign quarter waistworks. "Why should we wait here while you go off and do something that's probably fun?" asked Holly sounding more enraged then ever. "Because I can get one of these for each of you," replied Seraph holding up the necklace. And with that he cast a spell and disappeared only to return seconds later, then again, and again. Finally he stopped and handed each of his five companions a necklace and sat down. "What are these and are they safe?" asked Kela sounding very suspicious of Seraph. "They are special Deadric Crescents. Only five were ever made," replied Seraph sleepily through a pair of yawns. "How'd you get your hands on four of them then?" asked Kela, ever more suspicious of him. "It's called recall. I found one of them in the shrine and so I did recall. I'm the only one that has a real one. The last time I recalled while I was recalling to get it," he said with a chuckle afterwards. "How about we get some drinks on me," suggested Seraph with everyone's approval.
As they got back up to the plaza they realized that there was a panic between everyone. Through all the screams Seraph was able to figure out that an ancient creature was set loose in the foreign quarter and that an army of undead was to be attacking the city soon. "We have to get to the palace. Vivec and the other divines must be kept safe," said Seraph in a voice that was much unlike his own. As the group left they noticed large amounts of troops, from Bretons to Altmers, putting up gates and blocks on the bridges that led to the inside of the city. "If the races are coming together that can only mean a war so huge that they have to be together to survive," thought Seraph as they ran.
As they reached the top of the palace steps the doors swung open. "SERAPH! We've been waiting for you," said the General of the Ordinators, who is the same man Seraph spoke to earlier that day. "There is going to be a war. We've been getting reports of undead armies sweeping through the land all heading for our city," said the General as he lead them to the throne on which sat Vivec. "And even worse is that we had to evacuate the foreign quarter until we killed that creature so we're just now getting troops set up in there," continued the general on one single breath. "What's the plan?" asked Seraph as if everything he was just told was never said. "We've got blocks on all entrances into the city, we've blocked off the canals to all but the foreign quarter so they don't get us from underneath, we've got archers literally on top of each quarter, along with archers on every level of the quarters. We've got troops from every race on Vvardenfel on each quarter. We've got most of our non-fighting citizens in the, and if needed they will evacuate here," said the General while helping a few men get Indoril armor on. "The main thing I'm worried about is what's leading this army," he finished while strapping a gauntlet onto an Ordinator.
"Why is the stronghold for the nation here in this city?" asked Creeper. "Well," said the general, "It makes sense. This is the capital city and it's the biggest city on this island. It makes perfect sense." Trying to figure it our in his head the creeper finally said "So why have all the races come together? Wasn't this only supposed to happen with the Nerevarine?" asked Creeper. "The Nerevarine is here. The prophecy of it has been fulfilled. But the second half is still a mystery," said Vivec in a calm voice to the small Scamp. "Oh," he simply replied. "I see."
Just then a large surge of Magicka filled the room and as it stopped, eight people in purple robes that were decorated in gold appeared. "Welcome back. Simply take your places at your thrones, I would not suggest you remove the hoods right now though," said Vivec tot hem, still never moving. As the eight mysterious people took their places at smaller thrones in front of Vivec that just seemed to raise from the ground, Seraph bowed low and removed his helm to show his respect to the eight hooded mysteries.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for this and the last chapter being so short. I've had a lot to do and with the way I'm taking the story line it wouldn't seem right to put what I want to into the same chapter. PLEASE R&R!