A/N: Nothing to say, so I am just going to reply to SpartanShoes28's review in the way that he phrased it.
SO WHAT IF ALDUIN OR DRAGONS HAVE SEXES? It is not like most other fictions here that features dragons have stuck to their gender neutral forms. Most portray Alduin as either a male or less frequently a female be it to live with the Dragonborn or to establish a scenario where Alduin either falls in love or torture the Dragonborn. As for the other point, WHERE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?! I ALREADY SAID THAT ALDUIN WAS STRIPED OF HER POWER, JUST TELL ME HOW SOMETHING AS WEAK AS A MUDCRAB CAN DEFEAT A POWERFUL DRAGONBORN? HOW? As my countrymen like to say, Don't CHIBAI, which basically means don't talk nonsense. If I was Alduin and got striped of my powers, I would not go around trying to pick a fight that I have NO CHANCE OF WINNING. As Irileth had said, 'You are better off not flapping your gums on matters you don't know anything about'.
With that, let's proceed with this 'silly idea of a story that is mostly based on what could have happened when the Empire learns of the Dragonborn'. (Sorry to those who might find that rant offending, but it had to be done.)
All characters, place settings and other items belong to their respective copyright holders, Bethesda Games Studios/Bethesda Softworks LLC./ZeniMax Media Inc.. Characters that does not appear in the original content of The Elder Scrolls (OC, or original character) that bears, but not limited to, a name similar to other popular story character names and/or character behaviour and attitude are purely coincidental.
Chapter 17: Dibella's Lesson
"Your Majesty/Great One! You are alive! Thank the divines for that, we thought we lost you!" Cacco and Ragnos shouted in relief.
"You don't want to know how literal that was." Janice said as she turned around, not very surprised that they had exited.
"What do you mean, Great One?" Ragnos asked as he advanced towards Janice. "Am I allowed to inspect the Great One's body for injuries?"
"That wouldn't be necessary, Ragnos." Janice said, trying to hide the slight hint of anger that Ragnos would dared to suggest such a thing. "As for what happened, I was caught by Ralof who had turned himself into a vampire lord. I had expected that he was going to be weak since he had just turned, like I was, but he had trained his powers fast, perhaps he had an expert on hand. In any case, I was powerless in his Vampiric Grip spell, which immobilizes the target if you don't already know. He was going to torture me, but my father saved me by coming at the last possible second before Ralof had done something drastic."
"Are there anymore details, Your Majesty? I must record the defeat of this 'Ralof' for future references." A historian wearing light Imperial armour stepped out from behind Cacco with a book and quill.
"Yes, from what my sister told me, Akatosh can either torture him in a dimension that have a much slower time flow than Nirn, or he can send him off to other universes where he will experience hardships, depending on what god/powerful being that universe has had in stored for him." Janice relayed.
"Where is she anyway?" Cacco asked. "Her safety is just as important."
"She is here, in my palm." Janice said as she stretch out her hand to reveal the little carving of Alduin.
"Help me!" Alduin squeaked from the statuette.
"Your Majesty has a good eye for detail," Cacco commented as he comically puts on a pair of glasses and squint at the statuette like it was a prized jewel.
"Well, it is not hard to know what Alduin looks like since she had been following me during my travels. Even more so since she now lives with me." Janice said with a hint of humbleness as she put the statuette away, ignoring the soft cries for rescue.
"Is there anything else that Your Majesty needs to announce?" Cacco asked.
"There have been reports that Dawnstar, Winterhold and Morthal got taken over by the Stormfists. I want your men to report back to Solitude for some rest before you go take back the towns. Legate Rikke should lead a coalition against a town. Tullius and you should lead the charge against the others. I will see you back in Cyrodiil, I need to go to Markarth for a while." Janice instructed.
"What about us, Great One?" Ragnos asked.
"You all have fought valiantly, just go back to the city for some rest, I will come back to Cyrodiil when I am done. Don't follow me, I don't need assistance for this errant." Janice told the cult leader.
"Yes, your orders will be heeded, Great one." Ragnos said as he bowed, backing towards the cult members before leaving through a side gate.
"Well, dismiss! Go on." Janice said after a few minutes, looking at Cacco.
"Ye-Yes, Your Majesty." Cacco said, snapping from his daydream.
"Is that normal?" Janice asked Hadvar who had been with Cacco the entire time. "And what are you doing in this army? I thought you went back to Riverwood."
"Well, sometimes, Cacco just spaces off like that when not hearing orders intended for him. I joined the Cyrodiil Legion since you became Empress, Your Majesty. When I heard the news, I couldn't believe that you of all people were to become the next leader of the Empire. Since you helped me so much during the war, I thought I should repay you by joining the army in the heart of the Empire. When I told General Cacco that I helped you in the war, he promoted me to Legate. I guess he was impressed that I had aided you even though you did all of the work." Hadvar said, lowering his head in respect near the end.
"Good to have a friend by my side." Janice said as she patted the soldier on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Now, go and help take back the cities, I am afraid they will start taking hostages soon."
"Right away," Hadvar said with a salute before jogging off to join Cacco in exiting the fort.
"Shall we depart?" Jane asked as Derkeethus got on his horse.
"I wish I have Shade right now." Janice groaned.
"You mean Shadowmere, right?" Beeht said.
"Of course, do you think you can tell him to teleport here?" Janice asked the Shadowscale.
"Why are you looking at me? You are the demigod here…" Beeht asked.
"You Shadowscales have a deep connection with the Brotherhood, so you must be able to do something that you can use to call your assassins to you, or get aid." Janice said.
"We are not as powerful as you think we are. Especially now since Shadowscales are dying off." Beeht said. "I am just barely able to read minds from an old tome I found. What makes you think I can telepath Shadowmere from this distance?"
"Fine, hop aboard." Janice groaned again as she transforms.
[Markarth Stables, 5 p.m. Slightly before Janice arrives]
"What a mess!" Cedran exclaimed as he got out of the house after hearing the fighting stopped a few hours ago. "So much blood and body parts… Yck!" He exclaimed as he kicked a Forsworn head away from his front door.
"This is lovely, my dogs have good meat to eat, as well as me, hehe." Banning whispered to himself as he followed Cedran out.
"The Forsworn have werewolves now? And what is with those bandits in skyblue uniforms?" A guard that had came out for his duty asked to no one in particular.
"We need to clean up this mess before the folks sees it. I doubt it will be a pleasant sight for them." Another guard said. "Luckily the Legion had sent some help."
"I can help! My dogs love to eat wolf meat, so I bet werewolves would be a delicacy for them." Banning quickly volunteered, bringing out a bucket from somewhere at the same time.
"We need all the help we can get, luckily the injured had already cleared." The guard said.
"My horses!" Cedran cried as he wade through the bloody remains to the stables. "All of them dead!"
"That is what you get for not putting a fence around them." Banning said as he picked up a bloody werewolf arm.
"My beautiful horses! Wait, go away! Leave them in peace!" Cedran shouted, trying to bat off Banning's dogs.
"You heard the man, leave the bodies alone or you would not have any dinner." Banning warned the dogs.
[Janice's POV]
"Do you really have to stop at Windstad Manor to collect some of the remaining crafting materials?" Jane asked the white dragoness under her.
"I can't just leave perfectly fine crafting materials to waste. And I need to stock up on some more blood potions." Janice replied over the buffeting noising of the wind.
"Just shut up, we have reached Markarth." Beeht said.
"It looks redder than normal." Janice observed. "I would guess it is because of the blood spilled. Luckily for them, the Dwemer had built such a strong gate for them. It is a pity they are gone now."
"What is it?" Banning asked his group of dogs that were barking crazily towards the sky.
"Is it another ambush? Quick! Get the remaining guards out here!" A guard shouted as he dropped the shovel he was using and drew his weapon.
Before any of them could do anything though, Janice came into view and landed on the blood soaked plot of land between the stables and the gate.
"Oh, it is just you, Your Majesty. We thought it was a second ambush." The guard said as he put down his weapon. "It is alright! It is just Her Majesty!" He called out to the first few responders out of the gate.
"What are you doing here? We were not prepared to receive someone of your royalness, Your Majesty." Another guard asked. "Especially in a manner like this."
"It is fine, I am just coming here for I am needed in the Temple of Dibella." Janice answered as Jane and Beeht hopped off.
"Wait for me!" Derkeethus screamed from the bottom of the hill, the sound of hoofs stomping fiercely greatly making Cedran uncomfortable.
"I need to have a bath in my dragon form sometime soon, all this dirt and grime really makes my scales look dull, why must they stick on me even when I transform?" Janice complained as she transforms.
"My horses, they were killed in the battle. Can you please do something about it? I beg you, Your Majesty!" Cedran pleaded as a dragged his knees to where Janice was standing, leaving two trails of dirt behind him and making his pants all bloody.
"Well, I can create horse bodies, but you will have to pray to Arkay to bring them back to life. I can't create life within a body this big." Janice said as she made the man stand up.
"Oh, thank you, but I thought Arkay only governs humans?" Cedran asked unsteadily, his emotions still too strong to let him speak fluently.
"He is the God of Life and Death for mortals not just humans. Mortals, as you should know, includes all other forms of life on Nirn, horses included." Janice explained as she counts the remains of Cedran's horses before conjuring the same number of lifeless horses that only stands around.
"There, I have filled them with enough of a soul to sustain life, but they can't be used until Arkay deems it alright for them to be brought back to life. Just mention that I wanted to help you during your prayer and you may just have a better chance at catching his attention. He has a lot of work to do, you know." Janice told the stable owner.
"Thank you again! I will do it right away." Cedran said as he head inside the city, towards the Hall of the Dead.
"Let's go inside already!" Janice called out to the 'motherly' figures that were helping the clean up.
"Right!" They replied.
"Are you sure you don't want some 'meat', my child?" Jane whispered.
"I just wanted the ring, and besides, these bodies have already been contaminated by dirt. I don't eat dirty things." Janice whispered back.
"Right…" Jane replied as a guard opened the gate for them, greeting Derkeethus as he rushed up to join Janice.
"Would you give me a better way of travel next time?" Derkeethus complained in annoyance that he had to ride the horse at full speed as he chased after Janice's shadow. "The horse is half dead already!"
"Sure…" Janice said as she transforms Derkeethus into a small Paarthurnax, again.
"I didn't mean now!" Derkeethus said as he lifted off the ground.
"Whatever," Janice said dismissively.
"Werewolf! Ahh! ARGHH!" Some injured soldiers that were laid to rest on the streets as the healing rooms were full, screamed.
"Where?" Janice asked as she took out her greatsword.
"I think he is referring to you." Jane said.
"Why?" Janice asked.
"You look like a werewolf without that helmet on." Jane replied.
"What is wrong with a long snout?" Janice asked. "You look like it too."
"Simple, I don't have black hair anymore." Jane said as she removed her helmet to show her silvery hair. "I wish I was younger sometimes. At least I would have black hair for all eternity when I was afflicted with vampirism."
"Very funny," Janice said before turning her mother into a werewolf look-a-like.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Jane asked rather angrily, hoping the guards know what just happened.
"You go and do that 'fear therapy' like you did when I was eight." Janice told her mother.
"Alright, fine…" Jane sighed, not really wanting to leave her daughter's side.
"What happened when you were eight that required this treatment?" Beeht asked as the two head towards the temple with a mini green dragon in tow.
"I was attacked by a sabre toothed tiger when I was playing in the fields west of Whiterun. Luckily my mother sacred it off before I was seriously hurt. But that left me with a fear of them ever since, I couldn't face my father without my mother since he looked like one. One day, my mother and father hatched a plan for me to overcome that fear by disguising my father as a tiger and confronting me in it. I was scared to Oblivion and back, obviously. But when he did not attack, and instead beckoned me to pat it, I gradually overcame my fears. So, when that same tiger attacked me again when I was playing, I killed it. That was how I got these scars, too. He scratched me on my snout." Janice recollected after fishing out the Alduin statuette.
"As brave as she was in her previous life." Alduin commented from within the statuette.
"I see, I wish Derkeethus was as brave." Beeht said as she shot Derkeethus a quick, rather accusing, glance.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Derkeethus asked his mother.
"You were still afraid of going outside the gates when you were eighteen! You had to be escorted to that mining outpost at dawn so that nobody will notice you or the guards when they woke up on your twenty-fifth birthday! You favour the bow not because you like sniping people, it is because you don't like to get close to the enemy. Don't think for a second that this isn't true." Beeht ranted, Janice and Alduin laughing loudly as Beeht finishes.
"Hey stop it!" Derkeethus said, completely embarrassed.
"Whatever, let's go inside." Janice said as she opened the door to the temple, still giggling a fair bit.
"We have been expecting you, Your Majesty. Have a sit and help yourself to some wine. Do you need some snacks too?" Hamal, the High Priestess asked as she welcomed Janice into the temple.
"Why are you all wearing fake Khajiit ears and tail?" Janice asked, feeling rather uncomfortable.
"We seek to maintain a proper relationship with Her by dressing up. Her Sybil was turned into a Khajiit by Her, though it wasn't her exact form. That is why we need you to do the modelling for the sculptist we hired. Hey, Sculptor! We are ready!" Hamal explained to Janice before calling the Sculptor over.
"How many times must I tell you that my name is-" The Sculptor started to rant.
"We don't care! Just start the preparations, we are paying you by the hour!" Hamal shouted at the middle-aged man.
"Fine, would Your Majesty please put on these robes?" The Sculptor asked as he passed Janice some white robes before retreating to a big block of marble and arranging his tools.
"Would someone get rid of that dragon? Dibella doesn't like a dragon in her sculpture." Fjotra said as she came out from the inner sanctum, her wide, cute and soft Khajiit eyes being the most dominating feature on her face.
"Be careful on how you address the Emperor, I will let it slide this once since you don't know who this dragon is." Janice said as she pick up Derkeethus from her shoulder and dropped him carefully on the ground.
"That is one ugly dragon." Fjotra muttered to herself as she sat in front of the small drinking pool, ready to return to her trance-like state to commune with Dibella.
"I will pretend I never heard that." Janice said as she change into the robes. "Can we have dinner first? I am rather hungry."
"Dibella says you should stay put," Fjotra relayed. "And pick up that stone flower over there and stand like how Dibella stands in her old statutes."
"Why must I do this?" Janice complained softly as she stood like how Dibella had stood in her depictions.
"Because you turned me into this!" Dibella's voice sounded from Fjotra's mouth as Fjotra meditated.
"What did you do?" Derkeethus asked Janice as he picked up Alduin from where she was dropped carelessly.
"I… Uh… I thought she needed a race change?" Janice tried to reason, as well as trying to hide the fact that Akatosh had changed what was written on the Elder Scrolls.
"No, you clearly caused an explosion in a micro plane of Aetherius that had turned me into a zombie before you claimed that you don't know how I looked like and turned me into a Khajiit!" Dibella said angrily. "Why I haven't taken that gift I had given you when you found my new Sybil is still a mystery!"
"Is it because you respect me as the daughter of Akatosh?" Janice asked as the others just stared at her in shock at the revelation of Dibella's new form.
"No! I think I should strip that power from you right now." Dibella said as a string of light came out of Janice's forehead before disappearing.
"I don't feel any less powerful…" Janice commented.
"Whatever, before we begin, can a make-up artist do something about her face? She look horrible. Cover up that scar with some sabre cat fur and do something about those vampire fangs. Put some colouring on her face! She looks very dull." Dibella instructed to Hamal.
"Right away, Your Benevolence." Hamal said before taking out a big box of make-up.
"Is that all for me? It looks like a lot of make-up." Janice said as she look over the box that was much bigger than the one she had bought for Sofie.
"We have entire rooms full of make-up for a single person during their initiation, luckily for you, your face isn't that ugly." Hamal said as she applies the make-up.
"Is this to your liking, Your Benevolence?" Hamal asked as she finishes, Janice feeling rather annoyed that she has to stand in that manner until the Sculptor finishes.
"What does make-up got to do with sculpting?" Janice and the Sculptor asked in unison.
"We will be having a painter coming in later to draw you so that the other temples know of Dibella's current form." Hamal said.
"At least this stone flower doesn't weigh much…" Janice grumbled.
"Now for the finishing touches," Dibella said as Fjotra's hands cracks a knuckle, evident that she was incredibly deep within her trance.
A wave of magic hits Janice from Fjotra's hands. The magic made her eyes grow, becoming more circular and less harsh, cute by most people's standards. Her eyes transforms into dilated pupils with blue irises, hiding her harsh vampiric stilted ones. Her waist shrinks, her belly was tucked in and her overall body build became less muscular. Her breasts and buttocks increased in size to fit a more seductive female form (use your imagination on this one, I don't want to make another M rated chapter). Some small scars on her body was removed and her legs became as shapely as Dibella's was.
"This feels heavy…" Janice complained as she shifted her weight a bit, not used to a larger front. "I can't see my toes."
"Would you stop drooling on me?!" Alduin complained from beneath Derkeethus' head.
"I will take him outside for a walk, you just stay here." Beeht said as she picked up Derkeethus and left.
"There, that is perfect. You may begin... As slowly as possible." Dibella said, a tone of cunningness permeating her voice. "After that, you may bring in the artist."
"Is this why you want me instead of the other Khajiits to model for you? Just to torture me?" Janice asked, annoyed.
"Exactly, and I have them prepare the largest canvas in Tamriel for the artist." Dibella said, directing a pointed finger to a wall-like structure leaning against the walls of the temple.
"This is going to take a while…" Janice grumbled loudly as she sees the Sculptor chip a very tiny piece off the giant block slowly, brushing away the non-existent dust and repeating the process, not even close to sculpting the actual statue.
"So, how does it feel to be trapped in something you don't like?" Dibella taunted after the Sculptor finishes the head a few hours later.
"How are you 'trapped'? You can change yourself back into your original form right now if you wanted to, you got your powers back, you know." Janice asked, not knowing what Dibella meant.
"I am trapped because Akatosh didn't want me to change, he said it was a 'blessing in disguise'. I don't know what he meant, he was always cryptic when it comes to future events. It is like he doesn't even know what will happen even though he clearly does." Dibella explained.
"You are right, he doesn't know what will happen. You know why? He has to govern so many Timelines that he loses track of what is happening or that he simply doesn't care unless it is important, like if I managed to defeat Alduin or not." Janice explained.
"How do you know? You only came back to Nirn for twenty years and you certainly don't remember how things work when you were born." Dibella questioned.
"What she said was correct. I had helped father managed the Timelines before and I know for a fact that he have a very tough job. Honestly, I don't know how did the other Time Dragon (Note 1) did it, he was always so free to… bully Akatosh…" Alduin said, trying to ignore Derkeethus' saliva caking itself around her neck and body as it dries.
"Probably because his universe was always so peaceful," Dibella replied.
"He told me before that he is always managing the Time, from a dimension where chaos reigned (Note 2) to where a child plays a vital role in defeating an organisation (Note 3). From where a mentally challenged immortal ten year old tries to complete his dreams (Note 4) to the trillions of other dimensions that things happens (Note 5). It must be because of that head; do you think it contains two giant brains? Maybe one for everyday things including trying to mess with other universes and the other specially for governing Time?" Alduin said.
"Probably… I am just rather angry that that average looking deer (Note 6) dares to call itself beautiful. How did her people even praise her is a mystery." Dibella complained.
"What are you two talking about?" Janice asked.
"Nothing… Nothing…" Alduin tries to dismiss what they were just saying, luckily Hamal had gone to bed and the Sculptor was too busy ogling at the parts he has to crave to notice.
"Who is this other 'Time Dragon'?" Janice asked, trying to pry the mystery and mainly to distract herself.
"Nobody you need to know… Yet." The Amulet of Akatosh sounded from within Janice's bag.
"What do you mean by 'yet'? Are you trying to hide something?!" Janice yelled angrily, trying not to move at the same time.
"Someday~" Akatosh's voice said as it fades.
"Come back here!" Janice commanded, "I am the Empress and I command you to come to me!"
"Shut up, you have no power over the divines, even if you are one of their children." Alduin and Dibella said together.
"You are lucky that you are my daughter or I would have removed you from existence." The Amulet sounded again, in a warning tone.
"Yes, father…" Janice reluctantly said.
"Good. now, if I am right, something is about to happen to Time in a few seconds. It will go faster then slow down again. I have no control over this for some reason (Note 7). See you in the future!" Akatosh said as something odd started to happen.
"No, nononononononono, NOT THIS MENU! Arghhh!" Janice screamed as time fast forwarded to 10 a.m. the next day.
Derkeethus and Beeht were back to where they were and the Sculptor had just finished carving Janice's hip area. Janice was getting a little tired from holding the position for so long and Fjotra had just woken up.
"By the Divines, I'm tired…" Janice monotonously as she repeated what some people said to her when she passed them by.
"Not many people can last that long, especially a woman." Derkeethus commented.
"Are you trying to be sexist?" Janice asked in an angry tone.
"No! No, I… I just mean I am impressed by your endurance!" Derkeethus carefully answered back.
"Right… Lets see how you like it." Janice said before a giant pile of gold bars fall onto Derkeethus, burying everything except his neck and head.
"Oww…" Derkeethus exclaimed as his wings got folded and crushed uncomfortably under the weight of the bars.
At least I have a nice view though… Derkeethus thought secretly before a glass boot impacted his face.
"Can you turn me back, Janice? It is already pass breakfast even." Alduin said, secretly thankful that Derkeethus' head landed behind her and not on her.
"Wait! I want to see her humanoid form." Dibella sounded from within Fjotra.
"Ahh! When did you appear?" Janice said in surprise.
"Just a minute ago. Anyway, would you show her to me?" Dibella asked.
"Why? You should know how she looks like." Janice said in slight annoyance. "You can do it yourself."
"Okay, fine then." Dibella sighed after one minute before transforming Alduin.
"You look lovely as always, for an Argonian." Dibella commented.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Beehaz asked.
"You gave your sister such a nice body but couldn't change your looks when you discovered you could?" Dibella asked Janice. "I am going to have to tell the painter to paint the statue as well then. Since you Khajiits have so many different shades on your body, it is going to take a while, hehe."
"What does this have to do with her though?" Janice asked.
"I want her to strip naked and pose for the Sculptor, he is going to sculpt you on the base." Dibella said to Beehaz and indirectly answering Janice's question.
"That would look racist." Janice and Beeht said in unison.
"No it would not, it symbolises my liking for the 'lesser' races." Dibella said.
"Maybe I have misjudge you then." Janice said.
"What do you mean?" Dibella asked curiously.
"You may look beautiful, but sometimes the most beautiful of bodies have the most uncaring of hearts." Janice explained.
"I… I- How DARE YOU ACCUSE ME of having an UNKIND HEART!" Dibella bellowed, sounding less heavenly and more like a daedra.
"Mara is better than you, she may look like an old grandmother, but she has a pure heart!" Janice retorted, throwing the flower on the ground, nearly breaking it. She still did not move though, the Sculptor still needs to finish the legs.
"Good point, but I am the beautiful one! I am suppose to be beautiful in all aspects, how dare you accuse me of not being selfless?!" Dibella yelled in anger.
"Oh I don't know, not accepting what she has become, not willing to care for anybody that wasn't beautiful like you and not seeing that true beauty lies within the heart and not what is on the outside, among other things." Janice retorted.
"She is right, Dibella." A voice echoed from Janice's bag of all places.
"Why are you taking her side, Mara?" Dibella asked.
"Wait, how did Mara get inside my/the bag?" Janice and Beeht asked.
"You still carry the ring you and Derkeethus were given when you were married, don't you remember?" Mara answered. "By the way, I still do not approve of the marriage."
"Whatever, we are very close and what we share is more than just friendship. Isn't that right, to you, Derkeethus?" Janice said as she looked at Derkeethus who quickly turned his head to look at Dibella's Sybil.
"Right… Anyway, Dibella, you should seriously consider trying to fix your inner beauty." Mara suggested.
"Is that what you all seem to think?" Dibella asked, not caring if those on Nirn know that the other Divines had also told her to try to appreciate the other form of beauty.
"Yes, if you continue to act like this, you will gradually become like the zombie you were, all ugly and repulsive. So if you want to maintain a good, beautiful body, you need to focus on what matters most, and that is what is on the inside that counts." Janice answered, knowing full well that her father might have said the same thing.
"Actually, I was going to say that she is very hard to work with, but that is better." Akatosh sounded from the amulet.
"Okay then. So, Dibella, what are you going to do now? Dibella?" Janice started to ask, but all she saw the little Khajiit girl fainted on the floor when she turned her head.
"She had retreated to her plane of Aetherius, presumably to cry. I will try to get her out to finish the work she wanted done." Akatosh said as he faded.
"I am going now, have fun with your lizard." Mara said.
"What do you mean have fun with my lizard?! Does anyone other than me respect him for who he is?" Janice asked to no one in particular.
"Hey Sculptor! Stop staring at my daughter's breasts and hurry it up!" Akatosh sounded angrily from Janice's bag.
"I think I should block all magical access to my bag…" Janice mumbled softly, not liking how Akatosh kept speaking through his amulets.
"So, how did it went?" Beeht asked the disembodied voice.
"She is coming back now, her plane was filled with all manners of soft toys though, it made navigating hard." Akatosh said.
"Just work as fast as possible." Fjotra mumbled into the ground.
"Is it just me or does being a Sybil means you have to submit your body to the Divine you are serving?" Beeht wondered out loud. "I mean, look at her, she basically have no control of her body until the Divine choose to leave."
"Well, let's just say that today is not normal for Dibella." Akatosh replied as the Sybil got up.
"I… I have thought about it and I guess you are right… I need to improve my character. Especially if I want to beat that filthy deer." Dibella said.
"So, do you still want me to strip?" Beehaz asked.
"Just go grab so robes and cover yourself." Dibella said dismissively. "And get the artist in here, that should speed up the process."
"Finally, I am very tired of standing here, I also have no food for the past sixteen hours." Janice said in relief as she picked up the stone flower and pose it over her head.
"Don't worry about food, we dragons can go for days without food if we wanted to." Beehaz said as she wrapped herself.
"Derkeethus sure is a lucky man right about now." Akatosh commented.
"What? Stop staring!" Beehaz yelled in surprise, attempting to swat Derkeethus' gaze away from her buttocks.
"I will remove my son from this place again… I wonder where Jane is right now?" Beeht said as she pried Derkeethus out of the pile of gold and out of the temple, trying unsuccessfully to turn his head away from the two women.
"Is this good?" Beehaz asked as she sat down with both legs to her right, her left hand supporting her weight as she tilts to the left.
"Great! Sculptor! Put the carving of the lizard on the base." Dibella instructed.
"Excuse me?" Janice said, rather repulsed that Dibella would use such a direct reference when she is trying to turn over a new leaf.
"Well, she and you are technically big fire breathing lizards with wings." Dibella said in reason.
"Whatever, just keep quiet now, please." Janice asked the goddess.
"Sure," Dibella said.
[1 p.m.]
"Finally!" Janice exclaimed as the two artists finished their work. "I can- woah, ah!" Janice exclaimed in surprise as she immediately falls over, her legs giving way due to not being exercised for awhile.
"Are you okay?" Beehaz asked in concern.
"I'm fine," Janice said as she got up, not noticing the robes had fallen off her shoulders.
"Wow, what a... nice view, Your Majesty." The Sculptor commented.
"Keep staring and I will have your head." Janice warned as she quickly picked up the robes.
"Sorry, Your Majesty!" The Sculptor said quickly as he begun cleaning up the mess.
"So, what do you want to keep?" Dibella asked Janice.
"Nothing, change me back to the way I was!" Janice said angrily..
"You don't want to keep your new figure?" Dibella asked, trying to persuade Janice to keep the form she had given her.
"Well, it is very seductive, but I think it isn't very good for me to go into battle with. And also, I don't like this make-up, it looks like I have too much on my face, it hides my natural beauty. Anyway, if I want to get 'it' on with Derkeethus, I can always change into this." Janice explained.
"Suit yourself, see you next time." Dibella said as Janice was transformed into her dragon form.
"Why did you change me into my dragon form?" Janice asked.
"Well, you said you don't like the sexy body I bestowed on you, so I change you into what you should be. Besides, isn't it better in your true form?" Dibella said before the Sybil fell over unconscious again.
"Fine, at least no one can tell if I am a female." Janice said as she turns to Beehaz. "Shall we go? I need to eat something, I am very hungry."
"Let's find your mother and uh.. Uh…" Beehaz said, before stopping to realize she has no idea what to call Beeht.
"Mother-in-law, sister. And you can call them your mother as well, you are my family now, you know." Janice said.
"I am not comfortable with that yet… Anyway, here is your armour and your bag." Beehaz said as she handed Janice her bag which turned invisible and attached itself when it touched Janice.
"Wait! Don't touch the armour, it might hurt you." Janice said in concern.
"We are sisters, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it will only harm those that seeks to do harm with it. See?" Beehaz assured Janice as she picked up the heavy Daedric armour.
"This armour is very freaking heavy, how do you even walk for kilometres in it without a problem?" Beehaz asked as she grabbed what she thinks is Janice's bag and put it in.
"Don't you have your own inventory?" Janice asked as Beehaz wore her armour she had left on the ground.
"Yes, it is just convenient to leave it lying around instead." Beehaz replied as she picks up her sister. "Hey, the role is changed today, for once, I get to carry you."
"Yeah… Just don't do anything funny." Janice said as she made herself comfortable.
"Have you seen a friendly werewolf that came inside with me yesterday?" Janice asked a guard outside the temple.
"Yes, she is in the healing rooms trying to get the guards to overcome their fear of werewolves, Your Majesty. She is doing a very good job at it." The guard replied.
"To the healing department!" Janice announced like she was in some cartoon.
1. Dialga
2. The mangas
3. The games
4. Dumb A(sh)nime
5. Fanfiction and other story universes based on Pokémon
6. Xerneas and the fact that it really is quite good looking.
7. A little odd that we can wait for however many hours we would like and the whole world just gets put into fast forward without consequences, especially when there is a Time God in the game. Well, either Akatosh lost control of Time for a few seconds or the players are Akatosh.