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"Naïve, I like that" Michael commented under his breath with a smirk.
"Shut up, you pervy old man" Issac pushed Michael out of the way to look Ruby in the eye, she was confident and, for what Issac could tell; very, very stubborn. "Heh, there might be a way to do that" Issac turned to Michael "you remember that old blade? The Black One?" Michael's jaw fell
"Y-Y-You don't mean…" Michael stammered
"Your damn straight I do" Issac said with as little fear as he could suppress.
"Last time it nearly killed you!" Michael grabbed Issac's shoulders and shook him "You can't die, there is still things you must do"
"Last time I was a low rank and not a council member, of which I am now; you worry too much" Issac said pushing his arms off his shoulders
"You are a council member, and that means you cannot die… I would be shamed and exiled for letting it happen!" Michael grabbed him again
"Umm, what are you talking about?" Ruby piped up and asked
Issac turned to her and said clearly "I speak of the infinite sacrifice, the Black Steel Blade, The Blade of Death… Dinok, the one weapon that can kill a god; or in this case a daedric prince."
"Also the most dangerous weapon ever created, for it is as lethal to the user as it is to the prey" Michael continued the explanation.
"BUT, there is a counter for its damaging effect on the user: The Unyielding Defense, The Golden Plate, Saviik. One of six pieces used by the Mortal God, Talos; the other five being; Dinok, two daggers made from the teeth stolen from the World Eater, Soul Rend which was a hammer made of ethereal energy and a horn to amplify thu'um" Issac proved his near endless knowledge of Tamrialian history.
Michael stared at Issac, "When did you get your hands on the Golden Plate? I thought it was destroyed when he transcended to god-hood" Michael said barely able to keep the shock from holding him speechless.
"Heh, you remember the time tear at the throat of the world?" Issac said smirking at him
"Yes, I do, why?" Michael asked
"well, I took an Elder Scroll there and read the thing, and using a much more powerful sense of control I was able to send myself all the way back to the time of Talos, when he was still a mortal man. And having followed him for an extended time, I was trusted with the shield and sword of the mortal god when he reached transcendence" Issac explained, flaring his arms around stupidly.
"I know you have the blade, but I'm not so sure about the shield; pull it out and show us" Michael commanded the young semi-mortal
"Heh, fine; but I need to do it in order, if I just pull out the shield it will have... unwanted consequences, the blade must be summoned first" Issac then put his right hand to his hip, as if he was drawing a sword "Blood Tribute, Infinite Sacrifice, Blade of Death… Dinok." A black sword, coated in black smoke, appeared on Issac's hip, of which he began to draw from the ring on his belt. Once free from the ring he flared it in front of himself and turned to blade towards his stomach then plunged the blade to the hilt through his abdomen, causing all of the party to gasp, scream and/or fall unconscious (Jaune).
"ISSAC!" Ruby jumped towards him, but Michael grabbed her hood, she turned to look at him and he shook his head.
"Unyielding Defense, Infinite Survival, The Golden Plate… Saviik" Issac was barely able to gasp, lest he fall unconscious as he pulled the blood covered blade from his gut, at that moment, a golden line appeared on his left arm. It expanded into a shield, gold I color and segmented around a circular point. As soon as the shield had fully expanded, the wound on Issac's abdomen closed, as if it had never happened. Issac then began to glow faintly with a malevolent white energy "the blade, normally, would be devouring my soul, until nothing remained; but with the plate, I don't have to worry about being devoured, because the shield doubles the size of my soul every few seconds, the same rate at which Dinok eats my soul" Issac's voice had changed from his slightly higher, but very masculine voice to a low, demonic growl. His wings began to grow ethereal spines along the bones on the interior, sprouting from beneath the skin. All along his body, small scales began to grow from his skin, all black as night. Issac noticed the scales "This is new"
Then the weapons faded in a poof of smoke and disappeared, and then Issac fell to the ground face first, unconscious. "ISSAC!" Ruby broke Michael's grip and rushed to Issac's prone form. "Issac, Issac Wake up!" Ruby was shaking him
"Ugh, stop… let me sleep" he groaned, semi-conscious
"Ah, he's fine, just going through exhaustion; he doesn't recover very quickly but it takes a lot to drain him" Michael said as Ruby helped Issac to his feet. Ruby blushed thinking what might the others may be thinking they did
"Yeah Ruby, did something drain him?" Yang popped up next to her and whispered into her ear, Ruby dropped Issac, who moaned in pain having landed on a broken sword blade that stabbed into his shoulder, and began to stammer
"n-n-no, nothing happened last night, I mean Issac was attacked by a crocodile like thing but-"
"WHAT?" Michael yelled, "Issac, did you fight a daedroth?" Issac nodded on the ground, "FUCK, alright… what'll take care of severe blight diseases, maybe divine healing?" Michael began to prep a divine healing spell to heal the wounded and sick Sossedov.
"What's wrong?" Ruby asked coming out of the stupor of embarrassment
"Issac has a condition that makes him very weak to daedric sicknesses, and the daedroth in Molag Bal's plane are more riddled with sickness then the rats on Morrowind." Michael continued "He probably has Namira's Bane, a sickness that feeds on the latent magicka that fuels our souls and the muscles in our limbs; effectively making us useless mounds of flesh. On a normal being, the sickness would do no more than weaken them, but Issac, as I said before, is weaker to sickness and is affected more severely." Michael concluded.
"Sooooo, why doesn't he cure it with aura?" Pyrrah asked from behind Yang
"What? What's aura? You mean the outward coloration of our soul? Because I don't think that will help, at all" The Hammer user said (From this point, I will call him Hammer) as he circled around the party, who had then come to a stop to make his comment.
"Aura is the manifestation of our soul and for those with the strength, the shield that forms and protects us from harm, even heals our wounds." Pyrrah explained, "I don't know what kind of aura you know of, but in our world we use our aura for combat and healing, not a simple form of identification."
"So your aura is like the magicka from Tamriel, I get it but I don't think you see the overwhelming effect of using magicka so often, mages must space the use of the energy else they have the threat of shattering their soul and destroying themselves. Michael has to do his best to maintain the control of his spell casting through chants and invocations." The sword user said as he circled past, making sure nothing snuck into the group for the threat of Michael being attacked (I will call him Blade, because I'm lazy and I don't want to think of another name for another character. I already have two OCs for Issac's team, Velvet will be the other, and I have gotten my first OC submission, who will make an appearance after this arc ends). Michael was nearing finish with the preparation of his spell and was about to cast it.
Ren looked into the distance, trying to understand what he was saying, but at the moment he saw movement on the horizon. He stared for a moment then saw what it was, a horde of beasts "INCOMING!" Ren yelled as a horde of Clanfears came closer at an alarming pace. All of the group turned and saw the horde; Michael finished preparation and cast the spell.
"It'll take a few minutes for the spell's cure to take effect, we need to move" Michael said as he picked up Issac and began to run towards a temple about a kilometer away. The entire party booked it for the fortress-like temple. Weiss used a few dust mortars to take a few of the Clanfears out, "c'mon princess, we need to keep moving, planting yourself and casting spells won't help this; what'll help is moving faster" Michael yelled from the front as he mantled over the outer wall of the temple, Jaune ran into the wall and fell over it on his head. Pyrrah grabbed his pants and began to drag him to the entrance.
"Go, Go, Go; Inside, MOVE!" Blade yelled as he reached the entrance, Goodwitch and Michael with the unconscious Issac still over his shoulder, ran into the temple first. Hammer grabbed Cardin and used Whirlwind Sprint to get into the temple faster. Blake and Yang ran in, next the rest of CRDL and JNPR moved in, Ruby used her semblance to speed to the entrance and covered the them by sniping the Clanfear horde to let the extraordinarily slow Glynda Goodwitch reach the construction.
(I want to say, daedroth, Clanfears and Ogrim are all from Morrowind, the third game in the Elder Scrolls Series and in my opinion, the best one in the series. Due to large number of enemies, weapons, characters and a driven, albeit slow, storyline that I enjoyed greatly and I advise any fan of the series to play Morrowind)
"Shut the gate, NOW" Michael yelled as he set Issac down, Cardin and Hammer both slammed the gates shut, then Weiss used her Dust to seal the gate with ice, the exterior gate being the one to be sealed. A beat passed and the cries of the creatures violated the ears of the people, then the talons of the beasts tore into the gate and walls. Jaune flinched as the screams of the Clanfears hit them, at that moment Issac shot up from his hunched position against the wall of the dark (light wise, not alignment wise) temple.
"What's going on?!" He shouted as he jumped to his feet, then he took a look around. "When did we get to a Nordic Burial Temple?" he slurred, still semi-inebriated by sickness.
"Issac, are you really that stupid or are you still sick?" Blade said as he started lighting the dead torches
"Little of both I suppose… but where are we?" Issac turned to Michael and asked
"Some random religious fortress still a few days away from the Cathedral, there's a horde of Clanfears out there and we are not prepared for that kind of engagement right now" Michael explained, "Now, does anyone have any ideas for handling a horde of very powerful melee fighters?"
Weiss appeared next to Michael "I have studied battle strategies for years and this is a fortress designed for defense and war, why not use the ranged weapons we have and simply fire upon them until none are left?"
"If we had infinite ammunition then yes, we could do that; but I don't think any of you had unlimited ammo" Blade said, leaning against a wall covered in demonic symbols. Jaune stared at said wall, trying to figure out what it said.
"Can any of you read this?" he asked, and immediately was ignored.
"Well, I… umm… fair point, but how strong are these creatures?" Weiss asked as she walked towards the stairs on the left.
"These are some of the strongest, and most intelligent of the animalistic daedra. They are the most dangerous when fought in packs." Hammer answered her as he began to tighten the leather strips on his war hammer's grip.
"umm, I'll take that as a no" Jaune said as he began to walk away from the wall, Issac appeared and grabbed Jaune by the shoulder, turning him to the wall
"Ne, ala k otosh nii lekt ouk se net ut ne vai kon ok se la to. Fliit oet ko lu se ne la vaak nok tuu kiin" Issac said as he pointed to each symbol on the wall "see, these are glyphs in the daedric alphabet, but the dialect is that of the ancient Argonia, I am one of the few people that can read and speak the language. To someone from the age I would sound like a slow child, but my pronunciation is nearly perfect… but why are you interested in the language?"
Jaune looked away from the glyphs, towards Issac "I have always been interested in dead or near-dead languages, like Abyssal or Infernal. All the lesser known languages have peaked my interest; every time I hear of a new one, I try my hardest to learn some, if not all, of the dialect I can." Jaune explained, much to the shock of everyone else in the room, especially Weiss and Pyrrah.
"Heh, I might be able to help you with those two languages, and pretty much any language… here give me your hand" Issac put his hand out for Jaune's, who slowly placed it in Issac's. "Kro ne sa le vait tu lekt sak lu taa" Issac whispered as he brought up the memory of the dialect of Ancient Argonia and passed it on to Jaune.
Issac let go of his hand, then Jaune fell to his knees clutching his head "Ow, what did you do?"
Issac smirked and knelt down to help him back to his feet, "I transferred my knowledge of Ancient Argonian to you, say something… no wait, so let na kolian-ish?" everyone looked at him like he was mad, but Jaune took a look of shock as he said
"Na diit lot ko; se spii kolian-ish" Jaune said slowly, enunciating every syllable.
"HA, PERFECT, you said that better than I did, you're a natural translator Jaune." Issac paused and contemplated for a moment "When we get back to Beacon, I'll have Michael help me give you the Tongues ability"
(Yes, I play DnD, and I have a level 13 Dragonborn Bard; you can suck my Nutt and my knob… took me FOREVER to level that high)
"The what?" Jaune looked at Issac as if he was speaking in a false language
"The tongues ability is the ability to speak and understand any language spoken, but not written." Issac explained, signaling around, stupidly. "Well, anyway, here is a book of prayers to the Hist, I always carry a list of the prayers to the Hist in case I need its help" Issac said handing the aforementioned item to the warrior, the book of prayers was a small brown leather bound book, about five centimeters thick.
"The Hist is what?" Jaune asked as he began to flip through the book.
"The Hist is the encompassing mind of the Argonians in Tamriel, basically the god like entity that connects all of the Argonians." Issac explained, gesturing to his head and around himself, as if any of it made sense.
"Okay, so it's basically a god. The prayers do something or is it just a rhetoric action?" Jaune asked snapping the book shut and putting it into his belt pouch. Then began to stare at the sheet with the Daedric alphabet, trying to commit it to memory quickly.
"In truth, you need to part of the Hist for prayers to actually be answered generally, but sometimes the Hist will answer those who are virtuous" Issac put his arm over Jaune's shoulder and pulled him closer, "I like you, kid; you have potential"
Jaune looked away sheepishly "oh, stop it"
Weiss interrupted at that moment "Please, stop, he should not be…"
"Be quiet princess, you aren't perfect either" Issac let go of Jaune, who began looking through the book Issac gave him, and stomped over to Weiss "Why don't you get off his back" Weiss stepped back in shock
"How dare you talk to me in such a tone?!"
"Really? How dare I? Every interaction I've had with you has been horrid; you treat every other person you meet like a second class citizen, and even those you don't treat as second class you are still a condescending bitch to. So why don't you just keep the ice-princess persona in Vytal and try and help us here!" Issac shouted at her, flaring his arms around signaling to everyone she had ever interacted with, to his memory.
"Why don't you just shut your animalistic mouth! I do nothing of he sort, I simply speak my mind" She said, crossing her arms and walking away, signifying the end of the conversation.
"By the nine Issac, who knew you could use your words so well" Blade, being the first to snap out of the shock from the interaction, commented sarcastically.
"What the hell is her problem, I spoke with her, like, five times and she thinks that she's better than me without even knowing me, it's that shit with that prick from Whiterun all over again 'Have you been to the cloud district recently? What am I thinking, of course not.' BAH, fuck that guy and fuck the cloud district" Issac ranted
"Umm, Issac… What The Fuck Are You Talking About?!" Michael yelled in his ear
"Ow, goddamn man what the hell?!" Issac covered his ear and pulled away from Michael, "You rant all the goddamn time, but the one time I do it, you fucking go ballistic!" Issac walked towards a lamp hanging on the wall, "we should all spread out, I'm sure that there is some kind of secret exit to get out" Issac reached up and pulled the lamp and broke it off the wall. "Well, that's not a lever" Michael placed an ethereal thread on all of the people in the party and then all of the panned out down different paths.
(Ruby and Issac)
Ruby walked down a long flight of stairs, Issac in tow. "How long did it take for you to get this good at searching through dungeons like this?"
"Years, at least six. When I was very young, like three to four years old, I lived in a city called Whiterun. I was practically raised by an extremely kind woman named Ysolda (my internet is non-existent and I lost my copy of Skyrim so I can't remember the spelling of her name). She kept me fed and clothed; I had to fend for myself when it came to somewhere to sleep and how to protect myself. But one day some prick married her and took her to some other city, I never saw Ysolda again." Issac stopped and looked at a wall.
"I'm sorry if that brought up bad memories… what're you looking at?" Ruby stopped and looked at the wall Issac was near. Issac pressed an indentation on the wall and opened a secret door; Issac turned and grinned at Ruby.
"That's not where it ends; I waited for about a month after she left, stocking up on food and a few arrows for the hunting bow I found, and then I flew to the mountain northwest of the city and camped there. I woke up the next morning to the mask of the Dragon Priest Krosis and a lesser dov" Issac stopped and put his hand on Ruby, stopping her from continuing down the stairs. "Careful, tripwire" Issac pointed towards the thread on the step, then he looked up and saw a large metal spike being held up by a net connected to the tripwire.
"Whoa, thanks" Issac knelt down and cut the tripwire, disarming the trap. They reached the end of the stars and were met with a large chamber, three pedestals with a sword, a shield and a hammer on each of the three sides.
"Anyway, the pair said that they could smell my blood and knew my lineage. They taught me almost everything I know about the Thu'um. I lived with them for about three years, I learned how to hunt for food and kill my enemies with nothing more than my voice. But one day, while I was out hunting, a stranger came by and killed the two I had lived with. I was not allowed to leave on my own because they would hunt me down and none of the people in Skyrim at the time could kill Dovah permanently. I returned to the campsite to find both of them dead and a black cloaked, red haired, horned nord sitting next to the fire I had built before I had left."
Ruby stopped and turned around, "What was that?" Issac stopped and listened intently.
"I'll continue later, that is the sound of a draugr awakening" Six more crashes rang through the halls "and that was six more, what the hell are so many ancient Nordic dead doing in Oblivion?" Issac mumbled as he extended Krosis and Aus. Ruby glanced at Krosis and saw the decal.
"Did you put that there for me?" she asked Issac, gesturing to the rose symbol.
"What, the rose on there? I crafted the thing and it was just there, I didn't do it on purpose. Now is not the time, get out your weapon" Issac got into his combat stance 'left foot forward, right foot back angled to the side. Right hand, palm facing out; left to the ground'. Ruby prepped Crescent Rose and did a series of flips and turns with the scythe. Issac stared for a moment then got back into the stance. The staircase then turned completely black, no light shone through. "Fuck, here we go again". Issac grabbed Ruby around the waist and flew back, up onto the platform in the center of the room.
"What's wrong?" Issac put up one finger, signaling silence. a moment later the darkness started to move, as if something on the other side was pushing on the black curtain. A black mass of energy then burst through the dark curtain. The energy took the shape of a giant serpent like creature.
"I have never seen this variant before, what is that?" Issac stared at the creature.
"That's a King Taijutsu, B class serpentine Grimm. What do you mean 'seen this variant before'?" Ruby stared at Issac, waiting for an answer.
"Planeswalkers have always had to deal with shadow beasts, but they never have the bone armor on them, it's always just the black flesh." Issac retracted his arm blades and pulled out Rahgol. "Alright brother, time to go to work!" Issac jumped, laughing madly, down onto the back of the beast and began cutting into the base of its skull, the serpent began thrashing around; it threw Issac across the chamber, smashing into a spike on the wall "FUCK ME, SO HARD!" Issac screamed in pain as the rusted iron spike speared him through the shoulder, hanging him from the wall. 'Thank the nine I can't get tetanus' He started to push himself to get off the spike.
Ruby saw Issac get thrown and jumped in to kill the serpent. She fired a shot towards the opening Issac had made knocking the beast to the ground, and using the momentum, she flung herself at the ceiling; the serpent reared up and tried to bite at Ruby as she hit the roof of the chamber. Kicking off with all of her aura enhanced might; she shot towards the creature, hooking the blade of Crescent Rose on its neck. Still with too much momentum, she began to spin on the neck of the raised head of the creature. Faster and faster she spun until she had sawn all the way down to the spine of the beast; she leapt away to the other side of the large chamber and fired three consecutive shots, hooked the scythe on its neck, and decapitated the creature. Ruby immediately looked to help Issac, when he gave a final push and fell of the spike… right on top of Ruby.
"Owwwwww" Issac and Ruby groaned in unison. "Sorry little peyt, I did not do that on purpose; are you alright?" Issac said as he helped Ruby to her feet.
"Am I alright?! You just got impaled!" Ruby yelled as Issac clutched his shoulder, holding the wound shut.
"I've fought with worse, this one time my arm got torn off and I had to fight with one hand; you ever try using a bow-staff one handed? Not fun." Issac said as he began opening his P.S.P.D.
"What are you talking about? You need to lie down, I'll go get Michael so he can heal you" Ruby turned to leave; Issac grabbed her shoulder, turned her around and.
"Little peyt, I'm fine; I just need to down this potion and we can move on" Issac said, shaking her shoulders, she then saw the large red bottle Issac was holding. He drank it and flames sprouted on the wound, Ruby screamed and started to try to put them out "stop, stop, stop; that is how my body reacts to healing potions, the flames of the dov burn hotter in me than in most." Issac signaled at the now non-existent flames, and pulled his torn and burnt shirt off to show the scar from the last injury, as well as sixteen years of additional scars, the largest of which was a grey jagged line tracing down from his right shoulder to his left hip. Ruby stared at the scars for a moment, and then saw the cut figure of the body they marred. Issac dropped the shirt, and just put on the cloak, and began move towards a gate on the opposite end of the chamber that they had came from. "I'll set a trap in case those Draugr find our scent, see if you can find the combination for those pedestals" Issac then set to placing fire runes all around the entrance of the chamber, while Ruby searched through a chest in the corner of the room.
Issac placed the sixth and final rune and turned to see up Ruby's skirt as she leaned over to reach the bottom of the chest, "Would you stop staring at my ass" Ruby said as she pulled a book from the chest. Issac blushed and turned away "What does this say? I can't read this crap" She threw the book at Issac, who grabbed the book mid air without turning around. He flipped it open and his jaw fell, then his jaw clamped shut and he blushed furiously. "What? What does it say?" Ruby popped up and tried to look over his shoulder
"This is a copy of the full manuscript of 'The Lusty Argonian Maid', one of the three in existence" Issac mumbled as he dropped the book and turned away.
"The Lusty Argonian Maid?" Ruby mumbled as she picked up the book, she pocketed it and turned to follow Issac.
"Anyway, let's see if we can get this door open"
(Yang, Weiss, Blake and Goodwitch)
"Let's try up here" Yang pointed up a flight of stairs, she began to rise, followed by Blake, and Goodwitch.
"Are you sure, we should probably make sure we know what we're going up against." Weiss paused at the base of the stairs, all of the others turned and glared at her. She rolled her eyes and proceeded up the stairs, following the other three. Blake stopped at the first landing, a small area before the stairs reached the roof of the building they had entered.
"Did anyone hear that? It sounded like stone falling on stone." Blake said as she turned to the exterior. The others looked at her, and then looked to the roof. They all pulled out their weapons and stalked to the platform.
They were met by the sight of tall pillars with what looked tombs carved in the stone, corpses rested inside each of the enclaves. There were six sarcophagi in the center of the clearing with ten of the large pillars surrounding the sarcophagi. The lids of the sarcophagi burst off and six human like creatures pulled themselves out of their respective tombs.
"What the hell?" Blake said as she walked towards the creatures, "Umm, are you okay?" she asked as she walked towards the creatures. They all turned to her and drew swords. "I think that you're okay and want to make me not okay." Blake drew Gambol Shroud and waited for them to come close. The grey skinned creatures stopped and looked to the rear pillar. A seventh and final one came from behind it, as well as the mottled, dead looking skin it was also wearing dark armor and a large helm with horns. Goodwitch drew her weapon and jumped backwards and started to cast an Ice Storm. (Episode one, the spell she cast over Torchwick's bullhead that rained ice spikes)
The horned creature drew back its head and shouted "YOOL TOOR SHUL", a torrent of flame burst forth from its mouth as the six other creatures rushed the group. Yang charged at one of them and punched it in the face and launched in out over the wall into the horde of Clanfears that tore it to pieces. The others saw this and tried to flank Yang; Weiss shot forward and speared one of them through the eye with Myrtenaster, killing it instantly.
A storm of ice spike began to rain down as Goodwitch finished her spell, the dark clouds above floating showering the creatures with ice. One of the lesser creatures was speared through the chest, nailing it to the ground. Blake dodged the flames and rushed the horned creature, she swiped at its neck but it parried her blade and punched her in the stomach, launching her into Yang who was beating the skull of another into dust, its flesh clinging to her hair. Both of them were thrown down into the courtyard inside the walls. Weiss activated the red dust in her blade and incinerated the last two. Goodwitch charged and froze the horned creature solid.
Weiss jumped down to the courtyard and used a glyph to bring Blake and Yang back up to the platform. They all walked over to the one that was pinned to the ground and examined it. "What the hell are these things? Zombies?" Yang said as she stomped the head of the one that was pinned. Then they all heard Michael's voice in their heads.
"What happened, were you attacked?" he asked worriedly.
"How can we hear you" Goodwitch asked him, glancing around.
"The psi-chain I placed on all of us; if you find anything, pull the energy chain on the lower part of your back" he then continued "again I ask, were you attacked?"
"We found some sort of grave site, we were attacked by seven zombie like creatures; we killed them all and then you started talking" Weiss explained.
"Alright, you should know that those things are called Draugr; ancient Nordic dead. You should keep searching for anything we can use" Then Michael cut out.
"Well, I think we should get moving; Blake, help me open this gate" Yang motioned to a gate in the middle of the clearing. Blake walked over and grabbed one side of the gate as Yang grabbed the other side and they both lifted the gate open. They all jumped down into the open gate into the awaiting darkness.
AN:
Drem Yol Lok, Zeymahe. I would like to thank you all for reading my story and I hope you all favorite, follow and review. Now that is out of the way, to the needed info: The next chapter will be the last chapter of the Oblivion Arc, I know that I said that this would be the last one, but I wanted to put this out before it got to be to long to read. But anyway, thank again for reading and please review. See you in the next chapter! BYE! (Zeymahe is brothers, the e makes it plural) Oh and I should say that the five tools of the mortal god, are not in the actual series; I simply added them because in the elder scrolls games there always have been daedric artifacts, and I wanted Issac to have something of even greater strength... soooo yeah. See you all next time!