Author Notes
Soundtrack Recommendation: Realm Breaker by Mechina
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5th of Evening Star, 4E 206
Molag Ball walked around Coldharbour, death, decay everywhere he turned. The entire place was by his creation. Nothing about it looked normal. Molag Bal wanted dominance over anyone who dared venture into his plane of Oblivion. His displeasure magnified through the realm, creatures once mighty and powerful with his presence now hid in the muck.
"My oh my, brother, this place is quite extraordinary," Malacath said, crushing skulls of the fallen as he went. The pleasure they both shared, fallen warriors, or in his case, all he controlled and sacrificed came full circle.
"Do you not approve?" Molag Bal replied.
"This suits you well…"
"Velatin remains too confident, and we must seek another before time runs out."
"I could not agree more. We must make have an army ready, regardless of price. We are more powerful than the Aedra, and our time to rule Nirn comes soon. To put faith into one is foolish like the pitiful Azura did."
Malacath and Molag Ball continued their journey through Coldharbour, planning something more significant, much more defined than the desires of Mehrunes Dagon. His choice to enslave all the mortals of Nirn wasn't enough. No, neither felt the urge to control just mortals. Both wanted more, and they wanted the divine to pay for the arrogance. Taking revenge on Mara and Akatosh pushed them to plan further than the sightless Mehrunes Dagon.
"We need to have another plane in Oblivion for ourselves. A place we can create our real armies outside the knowledge of Mehrunes." Malacath demanded.
"I know of such a place, forgotten by mortals and Daedra alike."
Molag Bal smiled a sinister grin, no longer worried about being found. He took Malacath to Heart's Grief, the source of power within Coldharbour. Malacath strolled through the decay, following Molag Bal intently. The blood and desecration brought a sense of calm to himself. Malacath never visited the center of Molag Bal's plane, knowing only the stories of Coldharbour through word and discussions with his fellow brother.
Molag Bal threw back a massive stone with ease, easily the size of multiple men wide and long, opening up a black pit. He jumped in without hesitation, Malacath only looking for a moment before joining. Through the darkness, they both fell, eventually coming to a stop with a thunderous jolt. Molag Bal stood a few steps ahead of Malacath, directing him to join at the ledge. Malacath scanned the horizon, his mouth opening with a subtle gasp.
"Is this what I think it is?" Malacath asked, bewildered.
"Welcome to Planemeld, brother."
Dark Anchors fell broken against the ground, pieces of the Imperial city scattered across the stormy horizon. Where they stood was not like Coldharbour, but had the same feel for Malacath. The power resonating through brought the creatures to life with Molag Bal's presence alone. He already had an army in hiding from the last attempt to take over Nirn during the second era.
"Give me your blood to join me in this world." Molag Bal demanded.
Malacath unsheathed his sword, slicing open a wound across his forearm, causing his black blood to drip immediately. Each drop sent shockwaves across Planemeld, a gray haze joining the storms in perfect harmony. Their minds and desires slowly joined together into another plane on Oblivion. The remains of Molag Bal's army cheered at the return of two Daedra. Scamps crawled from under buildings, Dremora howled all in the name of their creator. The Ashpit opened with mutilated Orcs walking through to waiting followers.
"We still need more to challenge. May I suggest Arcak from Ashpit? He is of ancient blood, one of the first Orsimer in Tamriel. He fights with genuine pride, along with Nabura gra-Shuk. Her axe skills are legendary. Together, we can grant them passage to Nirn and Skyrim."
"Very well, brother. We must allow others to join. I will summon Seridur, a vampire from Cyrodiil, who met an untimely death. Realizing the error of his ways and finally embracing me as his master, his arcane knowledge is impressive, even for a mortal."
"Perhaps another from Coldharbour?" Malacath suggested, wanting this to be a shared effort.
"Nocturnal chooses to ignore us, let one of her Brotherhood fight for us. Vicente Valtieri. His soul will come from the Wailing Prison and give him the freedom Nocturnal refused."
"Great, brother. We cannot allow our chances to vanish with one. Let us unleash them on Skyrim with their own will and mission. Unlike Velatin, we must force them to speak with us."
"Agreed. Velatin is too wild, and he must relearn obedience."
Both walked down from the ruins, their army slowly pulling together. The numbers increased the more they walked. Their army circled, greeting the gods as they were. Scamps lowered their heads in awe, Dremora taking a knee, except one. He approached the two Daedra, walking steadfastly, only to stop at their feet before lowering his head.
"We are the Remnants, my lords…" A Dremora said.
"So be it," Molag Bal replied. "Lead this group back to perfection, Dremora. Soon, we make the mortal realm bow to us, then the false divine…"
Malacath and Molag Bal vanished to the fallen pieces of what looked like an Imperial tower. Stones crumbled under their weight, settling into a shifted mass. Molag Bal and Malacath summoned their warriors, another set of champions each chosen to roam Skyrim on their own freely. The four stepped through the portals one by one, accepting the honor to serve their masters. These would be the secondary plan in the event Velatin failed.
"All of you are now servants of Planemeld. Speak to no one of our efforts, our armies. Seclude yourselves in Skyrim. Be the hidden warriors of the Daedra." Melacath boomed.
"Destroy their champion, Tenaya Darix! Fear nothing on Nirn with our power coursing your veins. All of you will break the last barriers holding our armies here! " Molag Bal commanded.
The four warriors left, cheering together, going for Skyrim to fulfill their destiny. The armies of Planemeld would conquer again, unleashed on Skyrim and no gods to interject.