Hello! So, I have decided to tell you that NO spoilers to K'Joor will be put into here, as I do not know about the series until of the last episode that was uploaded. (Season 2 - Episode 20... I think, currently) I have decided that the end to this story will end in MY way, with the help of some close friends and twitter followers, and be finished at the best of my ability. I hope this does clarify that the K'Joor series and my story have no connection except older references or as new ones come out!

I have gotten a few requests so far on twitter about characters. Some will be added later, as I see fit, or not at all (Unfortunately). Requests to become a character will be denied as I do not like OCs so much. I do, to an extent! I will try to be the most polite to your requests, and hopefully not hurt anyone's feelings. Thanks for being awesome and giving good reviews! You guys are just awesome, and have fun! Stay safe, but most importantly, Stay Dark!

Dark looked at his hands. He felt so different in this world. Little to know about it either. After so many playthroughs of this game, being here for real was a lot different. He could feel the world shaping around him. It was like all the work he had done payed off but was then lost. Dark began to notice that defeating Doben would be harder. Not only was this real, but could it be that once Dark was stricken down, he was gone for good? He figured that he'd not find out.

"Wake up, gang!" K'Joor greeted the group.

"Who said I slept?"Marthar added laughing to himself.

"Ugh! Someone crack a window, it is so musty down here, and it reeks of alcohol!" Dark exclaimed.

"You do realize this place doesn't have windows, right?" Alice reminded him.

"oh- umm yeah," said Dark scratching his head.

"Plus, the alcohol is from this perve," Alianor pointed to Marthar, "He definitely has an addiction."

"I drink when I please," Marthar bellowed preparing more ale.

"If please means from Morning Star to Evening Star every Morndas through Sundas, then you have an addiction," Alianor argued.

"Don't you just shut your mouth and party?"suggested Marthar

"We ALL know what happens at your parties Marthar," Alice sternly told.

Dark could tell Marthar was thinking about his parties. The look on his face said it all. Marthar just held his ale, didn't drink it, just held it staring off into space. A small grin appeared on his face, and something about that silence made Dark think the rest of the group could tell, too.

"Earlier this morning, I was jumped by a group of Doben warriors. Much like any Doben Follower, they had a note from Doben. Dark, you are in a lot of trouble! Doben wishes for your head," K'Joor explained, ignoring the arguing and Marthar.

"What do you say we do?" Phantom Fish wondered

"The note contained the location of a nearby camp. This camp is filled with Doben warriors," The Khajiit twitched his ears slightly, and looked at Dark.

"We? Phantom, you suggest that we all go in a group? Someone needs to stay at Fort Dawnguard, I suggest you and Marthar stay," Dark developed an idea.

"Why us?" the drunk asked.

"Both of you are powerful mages, right?" K'Joor questioned his friends.

Phantom spoke, "I believe so, yes."

"Enough said," Dark ended.

The group exchanged remarks at each other. Alice and Alianor look confused, "So where do we come in?" Alianor asked.

"I haven't forgotten about you. Alianor and Alice, you will go to Riverwood," K'Joor said.

"Who?What does this person look-" Alianor began.

"You aren't murdering anyone, yet," K'Joor began to lose his patience, "You will sneak on a carriage. It will be heading toward Windhelm to board the supplies on a ship, this ship is taking the supplies to a secret Doben hideout-"

"And you want us to kick some Doben ass?" Alianor asked.

"We aren't even sure he is there, we just need you to check the place out, and Dark, we will be taking care of that camp, and make sure no one else hears the orders for your death," lead K'Joor.

"Just us?"

"Yes, just us, Dark," K'Joor agreed.

Getting geared for their missions, K'Joor, Dark, Alianor, and Alice all prepared themselves. The weaker Doben forces became, the weaker Doben got. This was the plan.

All geared up, K'Joor and Dark split from the gang. To devoid danger, they didn't take any horses, as the stomping of the hooves were loud against the hard, cold, ground of Skyrim. According to the note, the camp had to be southeast of Riften and southwest of Fort Dawnguard. Hopefully hitting there by nightfall, they'd attack.

Dark wasn't sure how he'd handle this. He had never fought with a sword before, and he couldn't imagine what kind of fool he'd make out of himself while doing so. He was risking his life at all costs, and he needed planning. Leaving K'Joor behind to do the work would be terrible. If he could just copy what K'Joor was doing, he might not do that bad. It would require good hand and eye coordination. He would try

The sun began to set, and the moons began to peek out. Nirn has two orbiting moons, Secunda and Masser, that come out within the night. K'Joor and Dark had to be close. Just a few more hours, and they'd be there.

It felt like ages to Dark, all this walking made his legs feel sore, completely, sore. How would he have the energy to fight? He felt weak compared to K'Joor. The difference between them was amazing. To think he had created K'Joor. His own creation was stronger than him. How was K'Joor even keeping this pace?

Finally a small campfire came into sight. Dark armored warriors sat around it. The many conversations mentioning Doben was enough to convince the two that this was the place.

"Sneak around," K'Joor whispered like air.

Nodding, Dark began to sneak poorly around the area. He struggled helplessly. Beads of sweat began to form as he tried to keep balance and watch his step. Taking his steps very cautiously, he crept slowly. Trying to keep up with his Khajiit friend, he moved a bit quicker. Stepping on a twig, snapping in half, a loud crunch sound echoed through the forest around them. He shriveled up guiltily. A brief pause made him sink down, trying to hide.

"Must've been en' animal, thar always sneakn' and creepn' at night," a Nordic Doben warrior announced.

Dark trusted this statement and started to creep around again. K'Joor gave him a stern look as if to say, "Don't do that again."

K'Joor rushed quietly behind a sleeping guard. The rest of the Doben group must have put him on duty for the night, and while they were all having a nice time, he leaned against a tree, hoping to guard, and fell asleep. This made a perfect target. K'Joor took out a small blade and slowly brought his hands close to the sleeping guard's neck. Slicing his throat, the guard's breathing slowed down to a stop.

Signaling Dark, K'Joor pointed to another warrior. He was asleep on a bedroll closer to the fire. Dark had watched K'Joor's actions, how hard could it be? Dark uneasily crept close to the man. He drew out his sword and began to breathe heavily on the man with fear and nerve. The Doben warrior opened his eyes suddenly seeing the blade in his face. Quickly getting up, the warrior gripped Dark's shoulders and banged his barbaric head against Dark's. Everything went back, and he fell into a deep slumber.

This was the most difficult, yet fun chapter to write. I loved it! SO I hope I clarified some things, and avoided confusion. I wrote this instead of sleeping, so if you see typos that I didn't, please tell me. I like my stories typo free, but sometimes, I miss a few. Oh, and thanks again for all the patiently waiting people. I know I post like everyday, but I might start making chapters longer over time, and it might start to take me longer. Anyways, absolutely Stay Dark and have a great day, night, evening, or morning to all of you! :3