Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter published. I've just had am major upheaval "IRL" However, I am back at it once again. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. I have taken a few liberties with the TES lore, but I hope they are close enough to be accepted by you all. As always, please do not hesitate to message me any thoughts, comments or suggestions. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Special thank you Medical Mercy Angel for her assistance with this chapter!


Skaal Village, Solstheim
Second Seed 29th

Martin and Lydia entered Skaal Village. Baldor was at his forge and gave the Dragonborn a nod as he passed. A few other villagers made their greetings as they passed, making their way to the Shaman' Hut.

Martin knocked and entered the hut. Frea was sitting by the fire reading a book. She looked up as he entered and said, "Ah, Dragonborn or should I say Emperor? Your fearlessness never ceases to amaze me. I congratulate you on your new position."

Martin was a little surprised. "So, you heard?"

"We are remote and we live off the land, but such ways are not lost on us, especially where the Dragonborn is concerned," she replied.

Martin smiled and motioned to a chair. Frea nodded and Martin sat. Lydia remained standing, as always.

"How have things been around here?" Martin asked.

"Since you defeated Miraak, things have returned to normal on the island. Herma-Mora has what he long sought after and has seen to leave us be as well."

"What about the dragons?"

Frea was surprisingly indifferent on the topic. "They do not hunt us, and we do not hunt them. The Skaal live in harmony with all of the All-Makers creatures, even those who once enslaved our ancestors."

"But you hunt horker and deer," Lydia pointed out.

"Only what we need and no more. We are grateful for what they provide and trust that the All-Maker will reward them with their next life." Frea pointed out.

Martin looked at Lydia and then back at Frea. "There is a chance that more dragons will be coming. In fact, they may well make this island their home. Can the Skaal live with that?"

"The real question," Frea replied, "is can the Dragons live with the Skaal."

Martin nodded thoughtfully. "They will, or they won't make this their home."


Newlands Lodge, Cheydinhal
Midyear 1st

"Announcing, His Royal Highness, The First Emperor after the Second Interregnum, The Last Dragonborn, The Uniter of Tamriel, Emperor Martin Septim II!" the page announced with great fanfare.

Newlands Lodge was decorated with equal fanfare. It was filled with colorful livery, representing each of the cites of Cyrodiil. A makeshift stage had been set up on one side, a long table with formal drapery covering it set up in front of it. Other tables were decorated with equal formality around the room. Ornate lanterns hung from the ceiling, and paintings of various Septim emperors lined the walls.

Martin walked in with his entourage, which included Esbern, Jonna and Lydia. The crowd of nobles stood in respect. Martin looked over to the bards and nodded slightly. They started playing. Jonna leaned over and whispered, "You haven't united Tamriel yet, you know."

Martin smiled and whispered back, "He was on a roll, go with it." Then he and his group went over to Aela. Martin was astounded by her beauty. Instead of her normal facepaint, she was wearing make-up and instead of her normal armor, she was wearing a flowing blue formal gown. Her amber locks flowing over her shoulders. Martin paused briefly at the sight, but recovered quickly, hoping Lydia hadn't noticed. He took Aela's hand and brought her to a makeshift stage the inn's proprietor had set up for the occasion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please!" Martin announced. The music stopped and the people all turned to face the emperor.

Martin waited a brief moment and then continued. "As the duly crowned emperor of Tamriel, it is my honor, and my great pleasure, to announce a reformation of the fighter's guild. From this day forth, adventures of all stripes will have a place to gather, to train, to learn the ways of the warrior. All of you will have a central guild to hire needed help, whatever it may be. To lead a guild of warriors, I believe you need a warrior."

Martin smiled and half turned towards Aela. "Do not let her beauty fool you. She is a fierce fighter and a skilled warrior. She is also a very capable leader. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the new Master of the Fighter's Guild, Aela of Jorrvaskr!"

The crowd erupted in applause. Martin led Aela to the seat of honor at the long table in front of the stage. He sat next her and Lydia sat on his other side. The music resumed playing.

"I still don't see why you couldn't introduce me as 'the huntress' seems more fitting as the mast of the fighter's guild. Plus, I earned it," Aela complained, albeit weakly.

"You also earned 'of Jorrvaskr'" Lydia pointed out.

"You can use The Huntress, in fact I encourage you to do so. That can be how you have the guild address you. Your unofficial title as it were. For the official record, though, we needed something a little more…formal." Martin explained.

Aela acquiesced, "Fine, but I am having everyone refer to me as the Huntress going forward," she stated.

"The guild is yours to run as you see fit," Martin pointed out. "Honestly, in every way. You are in charge."

"Good. First thing I'm gonna do is take this dress off," Aela said with a half-smile.


Newlands Lodge, Top Floor
Later that evening

Martin and Lydia and made their exit as early as they could without arousing suspicion. The introduction of Aela was just the first item on the agenda. The second item would come later that night.

Lydia was helping Martin out of his formal robes. "So, you think Aela is beautiful?"

The question startled Martin but he recovered quickly and answered, "I think Aela looked just right for tonight's occasion."

"But you think she's beautiful," Lydia repeated.

Martin took her hands in his, looked deep into her eyes and said, "There is no one on the face of Nirn who is as beautiful as you. I mean that. You are the most important to me and you are the most beautiful woman in existence."

Martin leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him. She stepped back and smiled as she moved her dress off of one shoulder, and then the other shoulder. She looked into his eyes as she let the entire dress fall to the floor.

Martin was not meeting her gaze. She pulled him towards her gently and they kissed.


Abandoned House, Cheydinhal

Martin and Lydia moved through the back alleys to the house that had been abandoned for centuries. Rumors, stories, myths and legends surrounded the place, but it was the centuries old superstitions that kept it abandoned, as well as some illusion magic.

Martin used the key he was given and they entered through the back door. They went down to the basement and easily found the tunnel with the strange door. Martin and Lydia had recognized the type from the two sanctuaries in Skyrim. As they approached, an otherworldly voice asked, "What is the color of night?"

"Sanguine, my brother," Martin replied.

"Welcome home," the otherworldly voice said as Martin heard a 'click.'

Cicero was standing in the sanctuary waiting for them as they entered. "Ahh, Listener! Welcome! It is an honor to have you in our humble sanctuary. I am glad to see you again."

"Cicero...you seem…different," Martin observed. The change was almost disquieting.

"Yes, the glorious Night Mother has seen fit to reward me for my faithful service. I am grateful to be thinking clearly again."

"Glad to hear it Cicero. The Night Mother. She's here?"

"Yes, I'll bring you to her in just a moment, but first, you may wish to summon your Spectral Assassin."

"What?" Martin was confused by the statement.

"You received a gift from the Night Mother, and if memory serves, that gift warned you against killing me. You can summon him here." Cicero explained.

Martin did so and a ghostly form stood before them.

"Ahh, my old sanctuary. I ordered a purification here once. A protégé of mine. The Night Mother made him Listener as well. He was destined for greatness. So are you. But now the Night Mother awaits, best not keep her waiting long."

Cicero lead Martin across the main hall. They turned right, went down a flight of stairs and turned left. Cicero led him to a room with the Night Mother's casket, then left the room, closing the door behind him. The Spectral Assassin was also out in the hallway.

"Come close Listener. Feel the Night Mother's embrace."

Martin approached the Night Mother. Not with fear or trepidation like he did the first time, but with the full confidence of the Listener.

"The Black Hand needs four fingers and a thumb. You are the thumb. Three fingers you have, a fourth you must find. Seek out Tsarnia Shavari in River Keep. Ask her about the Sanctuary in Corinthe. The hand must cover Tamriel. Go my listener and make the Dark Brotherhood feared once again. Trust your speakers and they will serve you as you serve Sithis."

The Night Mother went silent once more. Martin left the makeshift chapel that Cicero had set up and back tracked back to the main hall. The Spectral Assassin was out in the hallway and followed him dutifully.

Cicero was in the main hall talking to Lydia.

"Cicero, is there a place we can talk?"

"Of course, Listener. This way."

Cicero led Martin to a room that was directly across the main hall from the entrance. The room had a bed, a small round table, a chest, a set of drawers and a few chairs. Cicero sat at one of the chairs by the table and invited Martin to do the same.

Martin took a seat and got right to the point. "We need to rebuild the Black Hand. We have three speakers, but we'll need a fourth. Then each of you will rebuild your respective areas."

"What areas will those be, Listener?"

"Dawnstar will cover Skyrim and Morrowind. Babbette will be the Speaker. Wayrest will cover Hammerfell and High Rock. Nazir will be the Speaker there. Obviously you will cover Cyrodiil and hopefully Black Marsh. That leaves Elsweyr and our fourth speaker. You need to find Tsarnia Shavari. She will be the fourth speaker. She will re-open the Santuary in Corinthe. The four of you, and me, will be the new Black Hand."

"Finally, the Black Hand restored. Spreading them throughout the provinces will help in carrying out contracts as well." Cicero noted.

"We all have a lot of work to do. The Night Mother will remain here for now. Eventually I will have a special crypt prepared in the basement of the Imperial Palace. Rumors speak of catacombs beneath the Palace, that may be a good place. After you contact Tsarnia Shavari, you will establish yourself as a merchant here. Make many trips to Imperial City to get yourself set up and established. You will be the Speaker I communicate with, and you will then relay contracts as necessary," Martin instructed.

"What else, Listener?"

"Eventually, I would like to establish a second sanctuary. What do you know of Fort Farragut?"

"Ahh, Fort Farragut, my old home," the Spectral Assassin mused. "The denizens provided security and an odd sense of comfort."

Martin was a little surprised. "So it's an actual fort, not a sanctuary?"

Cicero laughed. "It's not a sanctuary. It's actually not too far from here. Rasha spent a lot of time there. It has a special history with the Dark Brotherhood."

"Alright Cicero, since it apparently is a home for speakers of the Dark Brotherhood, consider it your new home."

Cicero was clearly pleased and Martin expected him to dance a jig. However he remained seated and simply said, "You honor me, Listener, thank you. Is there anything else that we can do for you?"

"I still would like to establish a second sanctuary, but that's still in the future. For now, I will be making weekly trips out here, ostensibly to meet with the Fighter's Guild leadership. I will be seeking guidance from the Night Mother while here."

"We'll be expecting you, Listener."

Martin nodded, stood, dismissed his Spectral Assassin and left the room. He and Lydia returned to the Inn, just before the sun came up.


Falinesti, Valenwood
Midyear, 4th

Silgorn was dressed far more formally than he was used to, or preferred for that matter. He was on a horse and pulling a cart behind him. The cart contained a chest that was covered with cloth. The chest contained a lot of Thalmor coinage. Silgorn was looking to buy a new Inn/Tavern, and that was costly in any established city, more so in a provincial capital.

Silgorn looked up at the great tree and smiled sadly. Many of his brothers and sisters were slaughtered here. He would to his part to avenge them. First he needed to pick a prime location for his Inn. He dismounted and paid a youth to watch over his belongings.

He found an old warehouse on the main road in, near the city gates. That looked like it would be a prime location for his new Inn. Tracking down the owner took some doing, as did convincing the owner to sell the building. In the end, money won out over principles and the building belonged to Silgorn. Now came the real work, setting up a new Inn and Tavern.


Palace, Torval, Elsweyr
Midyear 2nd

In the great hall of the palace, the political, military and religious leaders were all gathered to discuss the future of their kingdom. The Thalmor invasion had been thwarted a few days earlier.

The Thalmor had brought five divisions to bear. One of which was all Khajiit. Neither Kharjo nor the other Khajiit commanders were surprised. Apparently the Thalmor had thought the Khajiit troops would not want to fight their own kind, so they put their own Khajiit division right up front. The plan had backfired though.

The commander of the Thalmor Khajiit division approached Kharjo during the pre-battle parley. Whether he couldn't bear the thought of killing his fellow Khajiit or was sick of being used as fodder by his Thalmor mastors is anybody's guess, but he offered his services to Kharjo. Kharjo, for his part, suspecting a trick made the commander give him a blood oath of fealty right there on the field of battle.

The combined Khajiit/Imperial forces out numbered the Thalmor by over two to one. The Thalmor commander decided to withdraw before the battle even began. Kharjo was once again lauded as a hero, not just in Anequina, but in Pellitine as well. The people, the military and the political leaders supported him, but one small group did not: the religious leaders.

They were all meeting in the palace to discuss a way forward, but the religious leaders were being obstinate. They were all speaking in their native tongue, which made it difficult for Mjoll to follow along, but Kharjo was translating the important parts for her.

[Our ways are clear, the Mane must be born during the rare alignment of Masser and Secunda, when the third moon appears.] Ri'Zakar, head of the religious order, stated emphatically.

[And was the previous Mane born under the double eclipse?] M'dessi, a senior political advisor asked.

Ri'Zakar shot him a look. [You know full well he was not. The Thalmor force him on us, we had no choice but to accept his leadership.]

[And, tell me, do you currently have one who is born under this rare alignment?] M'dessi asked again.

[Again, you know this is not true.] Ri'Zakar ceded, growing frustrated.

[So] M'dessi concluded [You wish anarchy on our people for who knows how long then.] It was a statement, not a question.

Ri'Zikar let out what could be considered a sigh. His ears moved back, frustration turning to anger. [We do not wish anarchy, but we will not trade one elven imposed master for another!] He briefly looked at Mjoll during his outburst.

[I am NOBODY'S slave!] Kharjo yelled. The outburst silenced everybody for a moment.

Dro'shanji, the military commander who switched sides at the last minute was the first to speak up. [Listen, nobody wants anarchy and nobody wants a puppet to be declared Mane. I think everyone can agree to this, yes?] He looked around, there were a few nods, ears moving from pointed back to pointed up. [Good, good. Now, it will be some time before a new Mane is ready to assume the throne. It could be two decades it could be five. What are we to do in the meantime then?]

[We have no issue with Kharjo leading our people, temporarily] Ri'Zakar began, [but he cannot be the Mane.]

[But the Mane IS the leader of our people.] M'dessi pointed out.

"And we have come full circle," Kharjo explained to Mjoll after a sharing the highlights of the discussion.

"Kharjo, this may be the question of a fool, but do you have to be called Mane? Can you be called King? High King?" Mjoll asked.

"Such are the ways of our people," M'dessi said.

"Ri'Zakar does not see the point of further discussions," Ri'Zakar said as he stood up from the table.

[Sit down, Ri'Zakar] Kharjo commanded, with authority.

Ri'Zakar had a surprised look on his face, but did as instructed. There was a definite shift in the atmosphere. Even Mjoll could tell something had just happened, but she wasn't sure what.

[We live in unprecedented times, we must create an unprecedented solution, or we will quickly lose our new found freedom] Kharjo said. [I have no desire to challenge centuries of religion and tradition, but I do have the support of the military, the people and the political leaders of both Anequina and Pellitine. You do not want to challenge me either.] Kharjo stared directly into Ri'Zakar's eyes. Ri'Zakar looked down at the table.

Kharjo continued, [This is what I propose: You sign on, appoint me as Mane. As soon as a cub is born during the rare alignment of Masser and Secunda, when the third moon appears, I will step down. You, Ri'Zakar, will be appointed Reagent until the cub is trained and of age. At which point you will have my endorsement and that of everyone at this table.] Kharjo looked around and everyone nodded. Surprisingly, he looked at Mjoll too, who also nodded.

Then, all eyes were on Ri'Zakar, awaiting his answer.

Ri'Zakar looked to his two compatriots, one on either side. Each nodded slightly. He considered for just a moment more, then said, [We agree. You will have our support, but we expect you to keep your word when the time comes.]

[It is decided then.] M'dessi said.


Imperial Palace, Emperor's Office Area
Midyear, 5th

Emperor Martin Septim II was meeting with Mjoll the Lioness, unofficial Ambassador to Elsweyr. Mjoll was doing her best to fill Martin in on what had transpired. She barely understood the ins and outs herself, but she was able to provide the basics. More importantly, she shared the outcome.

"And Kharjo is amenable to rejoining the Empire?" Martin asked.

Mjoll smiled. "Oh yes. He's actually happy to do so. He thinks very highly of you."

"What about my status as a Bosmer? Apparently some people are very unhappy about that." Martin added.

"Kharjo is well aware, but, and this is hard to describe, but he had a presence. He enjoys a high level of support as well. I think he demonstrated pretty clearly that he is his own, umm, man, if you will, and that he won't be a mere puppet like his predecessor," Mjoll explained.

Martin nodded. "Speaking of his predecessor, what about the four points of…discussion?" he asked. "Where does Kharjo stand on those?"

"He has agreed to the first three terms," Mjoll confirmed. "For the fourth, he has modified the request somewhat. He is not asking for the entire county of Leyawiin, only the territory that was ceded to it around 3E432."

"That doesn't sound unreasonable," Martin noted. "What does he officially become Mane?"

"The ceremony is in four days. Kharjo would like to make rejoining the empire his first act. On the same day, if possible," Mjoll added.

"Can you have an agreement in place by then?"

"If you and Kharjo agree to those four points, then yes, I believe we can," Mjoll replied.

"Ok, make it happen. Anything else?"

"There is one more thing," Mjoll demurred for a moment and then continued. "Kharjo has requested that I be assigned as a permanently to Elsweyr. He'd…he would like me on his personal council."

"That's an interesting turn of events. Did he indicate why?"

"Kharjo has a lot of support, but still few that he can trust," Mjoll replied. "He said I am one of those few."

"How would you feel about that?"

Mjoll took a moment to collect her thoughts. "It's not what I would have chosen, and I'm sure it's not what you intended. As a warrior, I would much rather be out there with my trusty grimsever, but…as a blade, it would put me in a unique position."

"Duty and honor first," Martin observed with a smile. "You haven't changed, since we first met in Riften. Very well, I'll have Nazir draw up the orders. Officially you will be discharged from the Legion. Unofficially, you will report to Delphine, and your rank in the Blades will be just below hers. Not only will you be our representative in Kharjo's court, you will be the senior blade in the province of Elsweyr."

Mjoll was truly taken about by Martin's statement. She had not expected that in the least.


Imperial Palace, Reception Hall

Elnath Nazari, former Ambassador from Hammerfell, now senior advisor to Emperor Martin Septim II, had arranged a high level diplomatic meeting between the Empire, Morrowind and Black Marsh. Morrowind's status as an imperial province was in dispute, but Black Marsh had formally broken away. The goal of this meeting to begin the process of bringing both provinces back into the fold.

Representing Morrowind were Councilors Lleril Morvayn and Varvur Sarethi, himself. Representing Black Marsh were Pad-Ei, Senior Advisor to the High King and Green-Throat, an Ambassador of Black Marsh. Martin Septim had given the assignment to Elnath and allowed him to take the lead, but he was also present at the meeting.

The meeting was being held in the reception hall that Martin had initially used as an office during his first discussions with Elnath and the former Thalmor Ambassador. The room was specially prepared for the occasion. Artwork on the walls was from a mixture of Cyrodiil, Morrowind and Black Marsh. Symbols of all three governments were hanging on the walls as well. Tables were covered with local foods and wines, as well as specialties from both Black Marsh and Morrowind.

Elnath opened the meeting. "Thank you, all, for coming to what I hope is the first of many meetings. The purposes are two-fold, first we would like to establish a lasting peace between Morrowind and Black Marsh. Second, we would like to invite you all back into the Empire."

Green-Throat scoffed. "And why would we do that? What could you possibly offer us that would entice us to do such a thing?"

"That is why you were invited here," Elnath kept his voice calm, even and polite, "to discuss those very items."

Green-Throat looked skeptical, but said nothing.

"I too, am curious as to why the Empire would think we would consider such a thing, after you all abandoned us in our greatest hour of need," Sarethi stated.

Martin, taking a cue from Elnath, smiled and looked directly at Sarethi. "There is no question that the usurper's dynasty failed you. The Empire abandoned you, and as a result, your people suffered greatly."

Sarethi showed a brief flash of surprise at the admission, but recovered quickly.

Martin continued, "I cannot change what happened during the Second Interregnum, but I can change what happens now. What I personally did for Raven Rock, I can ensure the Empire will do for all of Morrowind. I cannot undo the hurt caused by my predecessor, but I can help heal your people and help heal your land."

"I can attest to this first hand," Elnath added. "As soon as Hammerfell was officially reunited with the Empire, money and laborers poured into our province and began repairing infrastructure. Trade increased dramatically. Our cities and our merchants, and our very people are already better off, because the Emperor is a mer of his word."

"I, too, can attest to his," Lleril said. "He not only saved my life, personally, but he reinvigorated Raven Rock. Not only so, but when we agreed to send a division to aid in the defense of Cyrodiil, Martin gave his word that they would not be used for offensive operations. When it looked like the Legions would cross the border, General Tullius requested the Commander and his troops say back. While the Commander was under very strict orders to do so anyway, the fact that one of the Emperor's top generals made the request is further evidence that he is a mer of his word."

"That's all well and good, but how does that apply to us?" Pad-Ei asked. "What possible incentive could Black Marsh have for either peace or reunification?"

"Well," Elnath answered, "Peace is in everyone's interest, is it not? And if Morrowind and the Empire are re-integrated, any attack on Morrowind would be an attack on the Empire."

Green-Throat scoffed again, "Please. You cannot succeed in a war with Black Marsh. We have never been conquered. We successfully defeated the Remans, the Akiviri, even your vaunted Tiber Septim could not conquer us militarily."

Elnath started to respond, but Martin held up a hand. "Green-Throat, Pad-Ei, would you please accompany me to the top of the White-Gold Tower?" he asked.

They both looked at him quizzically. "What for?" Pad-Ei asked.

"There is something I would like to show you. I promise I will not cause you any harm."

The two Argonians still looked confused, but perhaps curiosity got the better of them as they agreed to Martin's request.

"Councilor Savethi, Councilor Morvayn, please avail yourselves of the refreshments and excuse us for a little while. We'll be back soon and then we can continue."

Martin rose, as did the two Argonians, and he led them through the palace to the roof of the White-Gold Tower.

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The sun was starting to set on Nirn and the resulting view was nothing short of spectacular. Orange, yellow, and pink colors layered through the sky with the fiery sun already nearing the horizon. Martin took in the view, briefly forgetting while he was there. He shook himself and walked to the northern parapets. Placing his hands on the stone, he leaned forward and shouted, "Od..Ah…VIING!"

The two Argonians looked at him in a confused manner, until they heard a roar off in the distance. The orange was turning a deep blue, the pink a deep purple as the sun was now below the horizon. The roar grew louder, but it took a moment for the three of them to make out Odahviing in the distance.

Odahviing circled the tower and landed on the platform that was specially constructed for him.

"So it's true," Pad-Ei said in amazement. "You do ally yourself with dragons."

Martin turned towards Green-Throat, "It is true that armies can get bogged down by the swamps, but do you think an army of dragons will have such trouble?"

Green-Throat could not take his eyes of Odahviing. "Bu-But, we're….we're kin. You would eat…err…attack, kin, would you?"

Odahviing moved his head real close to Green-Throat. He huffed, well, in the way that dragons do, and steam flared from his nostrils. "We will attack all who are our enemies. Are you our enemy?"

"N-n-n-no. No! No, we are not your enemy." Green-Throat finally turned towards Martin. "Perhaps there is room for some discussion. If you will excuse me, I will go and return to the hall." He left the rooftop in a hurry.

Pad-Ei, amazingly enough, remained stoic throughout the entire affair. "If your highness will excuse me, I will return as well. The conversation should be…interesting."

Martin nodded and Pad-Ei left the rooftop as well. When it was just Martin and Odahviing, the dragon turned towards Martin. "I am not your trophy to be brought out to show off to your opponents. I will aid you in battle, but I will not perform for you!"

"No, of course, not," Martin agreed. "That is not the real reason I called you out here, but you have to admit, it was pretty funny to watch."

Odahviing growled, "What is it you want, Dovakiin?"

"I have a land that I can offer you. It is populated, but sparsely so. The few inhabitants are willing to co-exist. I am assuming some of your kind would be willing to as well, if it means having a land you can call your own."

Odahviing's demeanor changed rapidly. "You are, indeed, honorable, Dovakiin. Where is this land?"

"It is the island of Solstheim. Far to the north. The climate should be more to your liking. There are only three small settlements. The walled city of Raven Rock, a Skaal settlement on the norther tip, and a small Telvanni outpost called Tel Mithryn. If your kind can leave those settlements alone, then the island is yours. Most of it is wilderness."

"We know Solstheim well. One of our priests rebelled against us a long time ago. I hear you may know of him. What of those who live in the wilderness?" Odahviing asked.

"Yes, I know of the dragon priest. He will not bother man, mer or dragon anymore. As for those in the wilderness. There are a few who explore, they should give you no trouble. There are also some bands of outlaws. They will be offered amnesty and be permitted to live in Raven Rock or return to the mainland."

"And how can you ensure we will not be hunted?" Odahviing pressed.

"An Imperial Edict can take care of that," Martin replied. "Also, there are the ruins of an old Imperial Legion fort. We can restore that and station some troops there to further deter any would-be dragon hunters."

Odahviing was silent for a few minutes as he considered Martin's offer.

"I will take your offer to Paarthurnax. He has no small amount of influence. Between the two of us, we should be able to convince most dragons. However, not all will take up the offer, some will prefer to remain where they are and do as they please."

"I understand. There is nothing either of us can do about that. I promised you a land of your own and I will make good on that promise. Any dragons who wish to live there are welcome. Those who do not are free to live where they please. The Imperial Edict banning dragon hunting will apply across the entire empire."

"Very well, Dovakiin. It is good that honor your word. Many of my kind did not think you would. It would be good of you to remember that while I ally myself with you, I am not your trophy, nor am I your pet."

"Krosis, I never intended to imply such."

Odahviing nodded. "Until next time, Dovakiin." Then he leapt into the air and flew off.

Martin left the rooftop and had descended only a few stairs when he was surprised to see Pad-Ei there.

"Hail Sithis," Pad-Ei said in a low voice.

Martin was even more surprised by those words. "Who are you? Who are you really?"

"I am Pad-Ei, advisor to the high king. I am also a shadow scale."

"That's impossible. I witnessed the death of the very last shadow scale."

"You must mean Veezara. Tell me, how did he die?"

Martin paused for a moment, and then began explaining. "The leader of the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary betrayed us. The Penticulus Oculatus descending on the sanctuary while I was out on a contract. By the time I had returned, the place was aflame. Soldiers were all over the place. I watched my brothers and sisters die. The only one I was able to save was Nazir. Somehow Babette survived as well. They even killed our pet spider."

"So it's true then. Veezara really is dead. There are only two of us left."

"Wait," Martin interrupted. "There is another besides you?"

Pad-Ei nodded. "When they closed the facility at Archon, most who were there went to ground. Veezara is the only one who sought out the brotherhood. I can see how he thought he was the last. Many of us who were left have disappeared or died. However, we are not entirely extinguished, and we hope to rebuild what was taken from us."

"So you and one other. Are there none who would instruct left?"

"No, sadly. Two of us are all that remain. Know this Emperor Septim. The High King has a son. This son is more…amenable…to relations with the empire. My loyalties are to Sithis first and Argonia second."

The enormity of what Pad-Ei had just said was not lost on Martin. "That is good to know. We'll try negotiations first. If they break down, we can explore…alternatives."

"As you wish…Listener." Pad-Ei replied.

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Back in the reception hall, the meeting attendees were milling about, some were enjoying refreshments, some wine. Martin's presence was announced by the page and they all turned towards him as he entered the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Martin began, "I apologize for the delay. Perhaps we can continue our discussions?"

Those present slowly made their way back to the table, some still working on their refreshments. Once everyone was seated, Martin smiled, "Thank you for humoring my delay. Perhaps we can pick up where we left off. Elnath?"

"Thank you, your majesty. We were talking about peace between Morrowind and Black Marsh. I believe peace is in everyone's best interest."

Green-Throat had recovered from the incident on the roof, and while no longer defiant or beligerant, he was not ready to fully concede anything yet. "We too, agree in principal that peace is in everyone's interest. However, I am not authorized to make any concessions."

"You are the ambassador for your government, yes? Surely you are authorized to make some decisions?" Martin pressed, but gently.

"I am. However in light of…recent developments…I must return and consult with my government." Green-Throat replied.

"I too, but return and consult with the King," Pad-Ei concurred.

Elnath nodded. "We understand. Can you at least agree to cease all hostilities, or rather, agree to not start new hostilities. To keep all your troops on your side of the border?"

Green-Throat was thoughtful for a moment. "We agree to keep our troops on our side of the border. We will not initiate hostilities, but we will fully defend ourselves if provoked."

"Fair enough," Elnath replied. "Councilor Sarethi?"

"We too, will not initiate hostilities, but we too will respond to any aggression."

Martin smiled his best diplomatic smile. "This is good. This is an excellent first step. The ultimate goal is a lasting peace, but it starts with a commitment not to initiate new hostilities. I am sure in the future we will be able to build on what we started here today."

There were some diplomatic nods around the table, and then Pad-Ei spoke, "If your majesty will permit us, we will take our leave and consult with our king."

Martin was surprised by the manner in which he was address, but he hid it well. "Of course. Kindly send word to Elnath after you consultations and we will continue discussions at your convenience." He said.

The two Argonians nodded, rose and were escorted out of the room.

The two Dunmer remained seated at the table. They were both silent until a moment or two after the Argonians had left. Finally, Varvur Sarethi spoke, "Your majesty, Mr. Nazari spoke of two things. The first was peace between Morrowind and Black Marsh. The second was reunification with the Empire. I would like to point out that Morrowind never formally seceded from the Empire, we were simply…abandoned."

Martin nodded thoughtfully. "What I told you earlier, I meant it. I cannot undo the pain of the past, but I can bring help now. If you will permit it, we will immediately send food, supplies and healers to Morrowind."

"Actions will speak louder than words, your majesty," Sarethi replied. "However, you must understand, the Empire's abandonment has caused a fair amount of resentment among my people. It will take time, and dare I say, a significant investment to change their minds."

Martin motioned to a page who was standing by the entryway. The page disappeared and returned with another a moment later. The two of them were carrying a chest, which they placed on the table by Councilor Sarethi.

"This is a gift from the Empire to the Dunmer, 200,000 Septims to aid in the rebuilding of your settlements, towns and infrastructure. I realize it is not even close to enough, but I give you my promise that more is on the way. The Empire will rebuild your land and provide whatever assistance your people require."

The two Dunmer looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

"I would also like to note," Martin continued, "That the Jarl of Eastmarch owes me his position. You will see things start to change for your people in Skyrim and here in Cyrodiil as well. Refugees will no longer be treated as such, but instead, they will be treated as citizens of the Empire. I know we have a long way to, but I hope these meager steps will show how seriously I take this effort."

Councilor Sarethi had softened slightly, but was not yet fully won over. "These first steps are adequate," he said. "We look forward to greater efforts between the Empire and Morrowind."

Martin nodded slightly. "Councilor."

They all rose from the table and left the room. The two pages grabbed the chest and followed them out. Martin and Elnath escorted their remaining guests out of the palace. When they got to the ground floor, they passed through the chamber of the Elder council. Martin could see some nostalgia on all their faces and he had hoped bringing them through that room would have the desired effect.

As they crossed the chamber, they heard a commotion outside the Palace. Martin thought he heard fus ro dah. He asked the group to remain and rushed out front. The guards tried to stop him, telling him an intruder was trying to force his way into the palace. Before Martin could argue, the front doors of the palace flew inward.

A figure clad in ebony armor, head to toe stood in the doorway. "Fus…ro…dah!"

Martin and two guards flew backwards, head over feet. Martin managed to land on his feet and quickly stood. "Mul...Qah…DIIV!" he shouted as he approached the figure. Martin picked up one of the guard's swords and stood before the mysterious figure.

"The time has come," the ebony clad figure said.

"Time for what? What are you talking about?" Martin asked.

"I have done all that can be done. There is nothing left. No quests to be undertaken. No villians to be slain. No challenges to face. Except you. You are my last challenge. Only you can send me to Sovngarde with honor." The figure stated.

"You're challenging me to a dual?" Martin asked.

"Yes, When you are ready, come find me at my last vigil," The figure answered.

"Wait, why there? We have an arena here in the city," Martin replied.

"Very well. I will stand vigil by your arena. If you decide to accept, you may find me there." The figure said. Then he turned to leave. Nobody tried stopping him.

Lydia came rushing forward. "Are you ok? What happened?"

"Apparently, I was just challenged to a dual," Martin replied.

Elnath and the two Dunmer approached once the scene was safe.

"There was danger and you still went running towards it. Amazing," Lleril observed.

Sarethi gave a slight nod, but said nothing.

"If your majesty will permit, perhaps we should have a few guards to escort them to the Inn," Elnath observed.

"Good idea. Lydia take as many guards as you think necessary," Martin ordered.

Lydia tried to object, but Martin insisted. "You are the head of my personal security, I think of nobody more qualified than you," he said.

Lydia acquiesced, motioned to a handful of guards and the troop left to escort the Dunmer representatives to their inn.

Martin and Elnath were walking through the halls of the Palace, heading back to Martin's office. Elnath was silent most of the trip, but finally spoke up, "Are you really going to fight that mysterious…Ebony Warrior?"

"Ebony Warrior…that has a nice ring to it," Martin replied. "And yes, I think I might."

"How do you know it is not an Altmer plot?" Elnath insisted.

"Because he used the Thu'um, and the Altmer hate what that represents. They hated me long before I was emperor, my friend. No, this is a skilled warrior looking for a challenge, and to be perfectly honest, I need to keep my own skills sharp."

"But he could kill you, your majesty and where would the empire be then?"

Martin sighed, "Honestly, I don't have an answer for that argument, but I need to train. I need to keep my skills sharp. If I am to sit out future battles, then I need to at least exercise in the Arena. If I am defeated, I will yield before he lands the killing blow."

"Will you kill him if you win?" Elnath asked.

"No. He desires Sovngarde, but if he really is that skilled a warrior, then the Empire needs him," Martin replied.