Something was moving above him. straining his eyes upwards Okan felt his blood run cold as the thing that was moving began to come into focus. Okan screamed again. The thing above him looked like something out of a nightmare. And it's giant single red slitted eye was staring directly at him as it came closer and closer.

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CHAPTER 12

OKAN'S POV

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Okan's scream was cut off as another large vine wrapped around his jaws and slammed them shut. But he continued to struggle as the creature above him moved downwards and stood 'over' him. Okan's mind went numb with fear. He'd heard legends about the creature that now stood above him….but those legends had always been told by argonians claiming to have come back from the dead. And try as he might he could not clearly remember what the creatures were called. The creature above him looked vaguely like a spider with only 4 legs, and yet this 'spider' was huge; about the size of a large mammoth. Its legs were long, each one probably about as long as a guard tower. On the belly of the creature a massive red slitted eye glared down at him, the eye itself was as big as Okan's entire body was tall; and below the eye a massive beak like that of a squid; large enough to tear his entire torso from his arms and legs. The creature's entire body was covered in a rough looking kind of scales. Like how an argonian's body looked after it had been dead for a few days and had began to decompose. Okan's struggling stopped instantly as he watched the creature lean down towards him and contemplate him with its large eye. After a moment Okan flinched as he felt some alien presents intrude into his mind.

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"Okan….you are not welcome in this place. For your time is not now." Okan began to tremble As the creature leaned in even closer. He could make out the small veins in the eye of the creature; he could even feel the hot breath coming from the creature's mouth, and with a horrified jolt he found that he could make out the sight of several chunks of argonian scales around the beak of the creature. "be gone." A moment later Okan screamed as the vines holding him up retracted, releasing him and allowing him to fall downwards. Lashing out with his hands Okan screamed again as his claws met nothing but air as he fell. He could see the world around him now. Massive stalks towered above him; reaching upwards into some light source that was so bright it blinded him. he could barely make out the forms of other argonians some bound and gagged like he had been, while others sat or stood on simple wooden platforms. Dotting the pillars Okan could make out more the creatures walking along the pillars. Some seemed to be talking to the argonians sitting on the wooden platforms. Others seemed to be feasting on the bound and gagged argonians.

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But the world was getting darker now, and he was no longer screaming. If anything Okan felt at peace, as though some warm blanket was being wrapped around his body. and yet even as he kept falling his body continued to heat up until he felt as though his body was on fire. Then all at once Okan felt his back hit something ice cold.

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REALITY

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Okan sat bolt upright; his eyes flying open. He could feel the stab wounds in his chest healing, his scales itching and burning as the holes sealed themselves shut, healing. His head snapped around as the sounds of battle met his ears. He felt his eyes narrow in anger as he found the high elf that had killed him was no longer near him but instead hurling spells at Nisha who had yet again been injured. A feral roar leapt from Okan's mouth as he found himself on his feet; and running towards the wizard who managed to turn his head before Okan crashed into him and sent him to the ground. Okan didn't even bother to pick up his fallen weapon. Bring his fists up Okan brought them back down on the elf's back, the loud snapping sound that came from the elf told him he'd broken at least one bone in the elf's, body; but it wasn't enough.

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Lifting himself up Okan rolled the elf onto his back. Dropping back down onto the elf Okan leaned in and let out a loud hiss directly into the elf's face. He felt the elf bring up his hands to try and cast a spell. Grabbing the elf's wrists Okan growled and hissed again, a moment later two loud snaps echoed through the canyon; beneath him Okan heard the elf gasp and sob in pain. throwing the elf's arms away, Okan felt his nails extend as he slashed at the elf's face slicing through the flesh and drawing blood. Cutting deep gashes into the side of the elf's face. Some of the cuts were so deep Okan could see into the elf's mouth, despite looking at the elf's cheek. Okan's mind began to go blank and he continued to punch and slash the elf until the elf finally stopped moving and fighting. For a moment he knelt there over the now dead elf. His mind was clearing, and he was becoming aware that there was still a battle being fought around him. Snapping his head up Okan looked around.

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Most of the battles were ending, Okan could see several human and elf bodies laying in the snow, slowly being covered up by the swirling white storm around them. and still Okan could see other bodies, clad in elven armor each one of them dead. Slowly getting to his feet Okan paused as he ran his hand over his chest. The stab wounds were gone, each wound had already healed over and had left no sign of their existence. "Okan!" slowly turning Okan watched as Alea knelt down and helped pull Nisha to her feet; slinging her arm over her shoulder. Moving closer Okan offered his shoulder and watched as Alea knelt down and began to dress the slash wound in Nisha's leg. Okan suddenly found himself gasping as the burning feeling on his scales began to ebb away. "how…..how many of us are left?" Alea shook her head. "not many. The elf's fought dirty. I think we've only got 10 or so warriors left. That's including us 3. What do you wanna do? If we get attacked again we won't have enough people to fight back with. And we're still a few miles from the college."

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Okan bit his lip as he weighed his options. "Nisha are you ok to do a little…work?" Nisha looked at him. "what do you mean?" okan took a deep breath. "are you ok enough to transform and still be able to fight?" Nisha looked around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation before speaking. "Okan…..what are you thinking?" Okan sighed again. "Alea said it herself. We don't have enough people left to fight another wave of thalmor. But I know werewolves are worth a dozen or so soldiers. I want you and Alea to fall behind, and then transform when no one is looking, circle around us and clear the way if there are any other surprises on the way. You don't have to kill them all just take out enough so the rest of us can fight our way through." Nisha looked to Alea who nodded. "ok, Okan. Just be sure to give us some time. We don't want you running into us mid battle." Okan nodded and allowed Nisha to stand on her now fully bandaged leg.

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ASUM'S POV

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Asum's mouth opened but no words came out. how could he respond to this? Taking a deep breath Asum finally managed to force himself to speak. "but…how….i'm…I'm not a daedra. I don't have that kind of power." Across from him Hircine spoke. "you're correct. You are not a daedra. You are mortal. But your soul is that of a daedra." Asum looked at him. "how is that possible? How can my body be mortal but my soul be daedra?" hircine smiled. "the soul is daedra. We cannot be destroyed, our souls simply get reincarnated. Whenever we die our souls simply go into a period of rest, and then they are reborn." Asum shook his head. "but that only happens in oblivion and we're not in oblivion. We're in nirn." A moment later Asum felt his scales prickle as Namira began to chuckle. "you mortals thing you're not in oblivion. This is a lie. The fact is you humans exist in your own little plan of oblivion, and like all other plains of oblivion you have your own ruling daedric lord. However unlike most plains of oblivion this plain; the one you humans call…..nirn…has…..well had, 3 ruling daedric lords."

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OKAN'S POV

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He could see it now the outlines of winterhold. Speeding up Okan tugged at the large rope he was pulling. Behind him Okan could hear the cart carrying the eye of magnus. As he neared the outer most section of city he could make out the form of guards walking towards him. as they neared Okan shouted out at them. "grab a rope and start pulling this is not getting any lighter." A moment later Okan felt the cart move just a little bit easier as a few guards pick up a few of the trailing ropes and began to pull. As they neared the college, Okan could make out the forms of several mages waiting for them at the beginning of the bridge that led to the college. As they came to the edge of the bridge Okan and the group came to a stop. Walking forward Okan nodded towards the head mage who smiled. "I trust everything went as planned?" Okan shook his head and began to fill the mage in on what had happened. When he was done the mage sighed and rubbed her temples.

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"damn the thalmor. Alright I'll tell the arch-mage and do my best to ensure that Arcano has limited access to the eye. Thank you for telling me about this. If you'll all head up the arch-mage's tower, he'll pay you and you can all go your separate ways." Okan nodded and made his way across the bridge. Behind him he could hear the other survivors following. As they passed through the main courtyard Okan felt his eyes narrow and he let out a low threatening his as he passed Acrano, who only glared at him as he walked past. Pausing for a moment Okan turned to the high elf, a sneer spread across his face. "next time send better agents. Those last ons seemed a bit…inexperienced." Okan only sneered bigger as he watched a twitch of fury flash across Acrano's face. But a moment later the elf's calm face returned and he shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Okan's sneer only got bigger as he pulled out a small torn bit of fabric and hruled it to the ground. As it hit the fabric unrolled; in the middle of the torn cloth the golden symbol for the thalmor shown upwards at arcano who again twitched in fury.

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Letting out another hiss Okan took a step forward towards the elf. "your time here in Skyrim is limited thalmor. Soon the nords will drive you out. and when they do, I look forward to killing you myself." And before Arcano could respond Okan turned away and continued on his way to the arch-mage's tower.

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THALMOR EMBASSY

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"so…..we failed. The nords now have control of the eye of magnus?" "yes my liege." "that is…...unfortunate. both for our cause and for yourself." "what? What do you mean my liege?" "the grand inquisitor herself is coming to Skyrim, she's tired of our failures. She arrives in less than a week. And I have no doubt she will have a punishment for your failures."

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ASUM'S POV

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"3 daedric lords?" Namira nodded. "yes. these lords have gone by many names, however you would probably know them as Vivec, Almalexia and Sotha sil."

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