Chapter 9
Sometime much later in real life but only a couple of milliseconds in Ndugu's time, he found himself standing in the Hall of Fyr. Now is there anything more dangerous than a Redguard with full Deadric armor, the fabled Deadric Creasant Blade, and a mean case of Cliffanthropy (kinda like Lycanthropy, except he turns into a cliffracer instead of a werewolf)? Well, maybe if he DID have Lycanthropy or perhaps vampirism (or perhaps both) he'd be a helluva lot more dangerous, so there are most certainly plenty of more dangerous things than Ndugu. For example, those scrib from chapter 3. Thought I forgot about those, did you? Well let's go ahead and go back to that little bit of the story so everything can come full circle.
The scrib had made quite a reputation for themselves, devouring entire cities and growing exponentionally in numbers, thus being infinitly more dangerous than Ndugu. Was there nothing that could stop the scrib menace? What was Vivec up to this whole time he could have been smiting the cute little bastards with his steadily decreasingly impressive powers? That's exactly what High Fane Arch Canon Saryoni was about to ask.
"Vivec?" Saryoni knocked on the door of Vivec's Palace. The door slowly swung open and the Arch Canon went inside. One the stand that had somehow earned the title "Library of Vivec" was a couple of documents, but the one that caught Saryoni's eye had this written on it, "Dear Vvardenfel, Out to lunch, back whenever. (heart) Vivec," There was also a lipstick kiss mark on it. Saryoni dropped the note in dispare and fell to his knees, "Is there no man that can stop this Scrib Menace! YEEEAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" he screamed and ran out of the palace.
Meanwhile the scrib had reached the ancient ruins of Bal Ur to free their almighty Queen from the depths beneath the statue of Molag Bal. The Queen had preceeded even the great Deadra and Aneadra that had crafted the world, she was the first failed creation of Nirn, the God who later went on to create the whole of the Universe, and to ensure that Queen would never affect neither this plane or that of the Deadra, (s)he sealed it away, deep under the earth. Not deep enough apparently, because after the scrib ate the statue and started eating through the concrete they had only to penetrate the sea of lava and dig another 500 meters below that, while still keeping the lava at bay, into a massive cave structure that housed untold horrors to guard the outside world from Queen by ANY MEANS NECCESSARY. Well, that's more than enough defense if you ask me, but unfortunately no one bothered to ask the scrib, so they went ahead and did it anyways. Their thick hides shielded them from the lava and they built a huge living wall to protect the insurtion team from drowning while they penetrated into the caverns below. Once inside they simply ate their way through whatever defenses threw themselves at them and, despite complete darkness and an almost infinite number of possible wrong turns, found their way almost immediately to the Queen using their ecolocation. When they reached Queen she was petrified, not as in scared but literally turned to stone, so you could only imagine what a hell of a time the scrib had hauling her half ton form all the way out of Bal Ur and traveling to the neighboring town Suran to lay seige to it and stop by the House of Earthly Delights. They needed to formulate a plan on how to reanimate their Queen, and what better person to ask than the wisest of all men and mer, Vivec! And so they had a plan, all that needed to be done was to travel to his city, a stone's throw away from Suran, but little did they know what would be lying in wait for them at the ancient ruin and convenient midway geographical point between Suran and Vivec, Ald Sotha.
In Tel Fyr Azura appeared to Ndugu once more to explain the situation.
"Ndugu, do you remember the Scrib Menace from Chapter 3?" she asked him.
"What? Chapter 3?" Ndugu said confused.
"Balmora," she explained.
"Oh yeah, those little bugs?" he asked.
"Yes! They've gotten their Queen back. You've got to stop them before they sack Vivec city! If they find out how to revive the Queen the Universe will be plunged into dispair!" she pleaded.
"Well why's it gotta be me?" Ndugu wondered.
"Because there aren't enough black heros" Azura said. Ndugu didn't seem very inspired, so she went on, "Besides, the scrib won't be expecting a black man to try and stop them! Most of the Redguards have taken advantage of the situation and are robbing every place they can. If you go you'll catch them completely off guard and that's the only chance you'll have at destroying Queen!"
"...What in the hell's up with that logic! Wouldn't it be the Khajiit and Bosmer doing all the robbery?" Ndugu challenged.
"No, no, the Khajiit are all plundering the moon sugar plantations and the Bosmer are all cannibals and basically picking up all the scraps the scrib leave in each town. Only you can stop the scrib!" she retorted.
"ALRIGHT ALREADY, cut it out! 'Only you can stop the scrib!'" he mocked, "We GET it, you're too damn lazy to do you're own work and everyone else is too scared or important so you want me to do it. 'Ooh, better not let a white guy or elf do it, they're not as expendable as this here negro', well FUCK YOU,"
"You know, I am the Goddess of the Night, and when it gets dark you turn into a rabid cliffracer," she said.
"What's your point...?" Ndugu asked, intrigued.
"Well, how's this deal, you do me this small favor and I'll keep it day until you finish the task, in which case I'll reward you with the cure," she said.
Ndugu hung his head in defeat, knowing this was probably the only way he could possibly return to normal and agreed. "Excellent!" Azura said clapping her hands together, "But just so you'll get there quickly I'll make it night so you can fly there, plus it'll be a good way to remind you of why you should be glad you're accepting this offer," The two walked outside and with a gesture it was night and Ndugu transformed into a cliffracer, soaring off into the darkness towards Vivec.