The sounds of the swords tapping had finally started to match eachother creating a slow, almost musical entrance as Jorgensen walked towards him. The moonlight behind him cast a light that shine through the designs in his armor to create a shadow that looks like a dragons mouth.

"Krii!(kill) Lun!(leech) Aus!(suffer)" Jorgensen shouted at him.

Travius heard the words of his "marked for death" shout and could feel the magic attempt to weaken his armor and dismay his mind but Travius was able to fight it off and remain calm.

"Wuld!(whirilwind) Nah!(fury) Kest!(tempest)" Jorgensen then shouted.

Before the words even fully left his mouth Jorgensen propelled at him in a blur and before Travius could even look back up he felt Jorgensens armored shoulder plating strike
his chest and send him flying back into the army of spirits. They all stepped out of the way and just continued to tap their swords.

Travius shot a fireball at him but Jorgenson quickly cast a ward spell that fizzled his flames into a cloud of soot. He felt foolish thinking that would get anywhere with the dragon anyway.

Jorgenson stepped closer to him and swung his large mace at Travius, who retracted his magic blades and attempted to block the mace. It helped to slow it down but the mace still managed to connect and hit him in his face. He could feel the enchantment on the mace start to absorb his magicka. His blades disappeared. , he tried to cast a protection spell but it fizzled in his hands.

Jorgenson grabbed him by the collar on his armor and used his other hand to swing the mace at his face again. Travius fell to the ground. His skull caving in completely in on one side.

"I'm stuck in the body too you know. Don't let us both down so quickly." He heard Volonare say to quickly.

"Try helping then" Travius responded
"Or shut the fuck up"

He lie in the ground wheezing and trying to breathe through the mangled orifices in his face. He tried to stand back up but he felt a swift kick to his ribs and then his arms and he was back down again.

He needed try to get himself this time as Jorgensen grabbed him by his armor and pulled him up and stood him right in front of him. His mouth opened as wide as he could and attavius could see the embers forming in his throat. Then it turned into a cyclone of flame. Travius could already feel the heat even as the flames were still in the Dragons throat.

They the flames came barreling out of his mouth and just as before it hit Travius, everything stopped. His wounds began to heal. Travius had never been so happy to have to listen to an enemies diatribe before. He was able to step back away as Boethia began to speak again.

"The mighty Dovakhin. The avatar of Akatosh. Your mentor. I dare even say your father.

Amazing how quickly life can change isn't it? Where would you have been if it wasn't for him? After your pathetic Empire disowned you in favor of the voice in your head, he showed up and made you something greater than they ever would have.

But even he never allowed you to reach your full potential. He dictated how you could use your magic to follow his own misguided moral code. He did so under the guise that he was staving off evil, but you never did buy that from him did you? Even if you never said it out loud. He was threatened by you and you knew that.

He has powers that should not have been afforded to any mortal. The power of a Dragon's Thu'um. The might of multiple men and he is one of the most prolific healers of our time.

His blood gives him a claim to the empires throne above anyone else. Yet he simply chooses not to. He claims everything he does is for the good of Skyrim and for Cyrodill as a whole. Yet, only with the help of people like you he defeated the World Eater, he defeated Miriak and he defeated Harkon. Yet now, he enjoys his life of luxury while the world around him falls apart.

Throughout history someone has always stepped up to defeat great evils, and they always will. He has the ability to do so much more and has so much to offer and refuses to do so out of selfishness.

He could have ended the civil war with one battle, but instead he chose to let men like you slaughter eachother for almost a year. His excuse was both sides were wrong as his country bled from the inside out.

The Thalmor continue to create a tighter and tighter grip around your necks and yet he refuses to take his claim on the throne and use his voice to defeat them. He hordes powerful artifacts as treasures to display for amusement instead of use them to stop the facism the Thalmor spread.

The fog formed for a final time and showed Travius a vision of Jorgensen in a shack with an elderly Breton man. The same man from the previous vision with two infants. Travius saw the same black and gold trimmed armor in the shack, the same armor these spirits surrounding him are wearing.

"Did he tell you he met your kin? Did he tell you he's known about your Breton lineage for three years now? Did he tell you that you have a brother?" Boethia asked him

"No, he certainly to neglected to tell me."

Travius continued to watch as he saw the two in an argument. He saw Jorgensen getting ready to leave and then he turned around and incinerated the elderly man. As the fog dissapeared, the only remaining sight was the armor.

"It's a shame he never even looked for your brother, he's done a lot of harm in three years." Boethia said.

"What harm? Who is my brother?" He asked.

"You'll know it when you finally meet. I myself am quite excited." Boethia told him

"He uses just what he needs to give himself a step up and those he chooses to bring with him, but leaves everyone else in the wake. He has all the necessary means to give your world a new leader, but he does not offer them a better leader. You do, and he'll be your biggest obstacle to do so. Do what needs to be done."

Travius yelled in anger as Jorgensen began to move again. The flames in his mouth continued to grow as they did before. Travius right arm began to flow blue with ice and just as the flames were about to eject from Jorgensen lips Travius put his hand over his mouth and encased his head in his ice. As the flames and the ice met a large cloud of soot blinded them both.

The illusion of Jorgensen grunted in anger, Never having his shouts disrupted by someone else before. The sounds of the spirits tapping their swords on the watery floor began louder, quicker and more sporadic.

In distraction the soot was allowing l, Travius retracted his magic blades and stuck them right in Jorgensen's chest. He yelled in anger as he pulled them out and repeatedly stabbed them into his mentors chest and stomach.

He finally felt Jorgensen grab his wrist, he then twisted on them until they snapped. He looked up to see the amber glow of a healing spell quickly undo every bit of damage he had just done to him.

His hands now useless Travius lowered himself and swept his legs to knock Jorgenson over. He then moved away to keep a distance between them. Jorgensen angrily slammed his fists on the water as he pulled himself back. Travius ignored the pain of his broken wrists as both men stood back up. Between them, unknown to Jorgensen was the hole in the waters surface created from when he fought Vhornyak. Travius looked at it and began to think of how he could utilize it when Volonare started speaking.

"We're going to have to get creative here. You're not going to kill him with spells and you're certainly not going win a melee. I don't think he sees that hole."

"I do. I know what he doen't" Travius responded.

Travius and Jorgensen both stared at each other for quite some time before Jorgensen was the first to give in and started running at him. Jorgensen pulled his mace and swung at Travius just as he approached the hole. Travius ducked and dove into the hole. Jorgensen lost his balance as his swing hit nothing and stumbled around. He then tried to look through the water to find Travius but could see nothing in the darkness except what appeared to be a large flame floating underneath.

Jorgensen felt heat from underneath him and saw steam start to rise out of the hole. The entire ground began to shake and small holes started to blow out of the surface of the water, sending geysers of hot steam onto Jorgensen. Then with one loud bang a massive hole blew open and as far as the eye could see was a boiling steam. His skin began to burn and a thick moisture filled the air. He saw Travius fly out the hole, propelled by the steam and head right towards him.

"FUS! ROH! DAH!" Jorgensen shouted at him.

Travius already had more momentum than he could control from the steam and when the opposing push from the unrelenting force
hit him it was more than this body could handle.
His body scattered into several different pieces.

His head, right shoulder and arm were attachedij one piece. He was amazed to find he could still see as he looked and saw his legs, torso and other arm scattered about the surface of the water.

He started to use his arm to to try and pull his top half closer to the rest of the body but saw them start to slowly sink into the water from all the cracks in the surface he created and panic began to set in and he began wildly reaching but everything was too far away

"Travius, relax." He heard Volonare say to him.
"Don't let this purgatory beat us"

"Us? Us?! That's not your legs floating away!"Travius responded to him with a desperation in his voice he didn't expect or hear from him.

"I'm in this body too in case you haven't noticed. We are an us now whether you want it or not. Now stop and listen. We are not bleeding. We still have your mind working. Just as every other lethal wound we've received in here, it didn't kill us. We're not going to die in here but we're never going to leave here until we win. Boethia won't allow it." Volonare said to him with a sneering undertone.

"I'm dragging my self as fast I can! I'm
Not going to make it before they all sink." Travius yelled back

"Then bring them to you! The further it falls into the water. The harder it will be to get them back. You'll just be stuck like this until the situation is resolved. Now, as I told you before. Calm down, relax and focus. Bring the limbs to you." Volonare said to him.

Travius closed his eyes and took a deep breathe and focused. He pointed his arm at his legs and a green aura surrounded his hand and then his legs began to glow green and started slowly floating its way towards him.

"Good, now grab the other parts before they sink as well." Volonare said

"I cant, I'm not practiced enough to get more than one target at a time." Travius responded in frustration.

"Practiced enough? How practiced were you in turning on ocean into a steam propellant? You're arguing with someone you boiled alive while your body lays around you you ripped to pieces. Let stop applying logic in here. Grab the rest of the body before it sinks." Volonare said to him with a slight condescending tone.

Travius again closed his eyes. He didn't want to see anything and just let his mind and the magic do what it needed to do. The rest of the body parts got the same green hue and everything slowly started to move towards him.

First to reach him was his torso and as it approached, it painfully reconnected itself. Travius had to use every bit of focus he had to not loose the spell as it felt like needles made of ice began to sew his body back together from the inside out. His other arm then began the same excruciating process, followed quickly by his legs.

Then as quickly as the pain began it abruptly
stopped. Travius opened his eyes to Jorgensen standing right next to him, looking down on him.
He then saw the flames in his mouth and rolled out of the way just in time as a large streak of fire rained down in where he was just lying.

Travius cast his wrist blades and slices through Jorgensen's ankle, cutting his tendons. Jorgensen fell over but immediately was able to heal himself. Travius knew this would happen but it gave him enough time to get some distance to think about what to do next.

The environment was still thick and humid from the moisture the steam created and Travius noticed how sweaty Jorgensen was and it gave
him an idea.

His hands began to turn blue and then with a large flash all the moisture in the air began to freeze. Travis pointed at Jorgensen and all of the small shards of ice began to hurl towards Jorgensen. Several pieces pierced his body causing small clouds of blood.

"FEIM!(fade), ZII!(spirit), GRON!(Bind)" Jorgensen yelled.

His body became an Ethereal blue glow as all the ice just moved right through him as if he wasn't there.

"I always thought that shout was a rumor." Volonare said.

"It's very real. He can't do anything to me either when he does this though. He's completely Ethereal right now." Travius said to him.
"His voice is wearing out too. That last word was lacking in volume a bit. "

"How long does it take his voice or recharge?" Volonare asked

"Not as long as it would take me to beat him one on one." He responded with dissapointment.

The spirits surrounding them started to tap their swords on the surface of the water again. This time it wasn't chaotic and sporadic. They were doing it in unison. Three taps at a time.

"Well, atleast your audience seems to be enjoying the show." Volonare said to him.

Volonare then had his own realization.
"Travius, thats it! Can he hear in this state?"

"No, he can only see. Can't hear, smell or touch. He used to do this when Vhornyak would pass gas." He responded with a smirk. Bringing to
him humorous memories.

"See if these spirits will listen to you. Don't move or make any gestures, just turn around where he can't see your lips and speak to them." Volonare said

Travius turned around to them.
"Hold!", they all stopped tapping.

"That's what he doesn't know. We were never supposed to defeat him one on one, but you can control an army." Volonare said.

Travius turned back around and saw that Jorgensen's shout had worn off and he was again casting a healing spell on himself.

"That should have lasted longer. His voice is certainly wearing out. He's going to use what's left of his voice on his sprint shout to try and blindside me with his mace so he can pummel me. I've seen him do it dozens of times."Travius said to Volonare.

"And we're going to let him aren't we?" Volonare
Asked.

"Yes, but they won't." Travius said as he nodded towards the spirits.

He didn't even have to speak to them and the spirits all held their swords at their sides and nodded at him.

"Wuld!"(whirlwind), "Nah!"(fury), "Kest!"(tempest)

Just as Travius predicted, Jorgensen became a blur and before Travius could even move he felt a mace crush in the side of his skull. Again.
His icy blood stung his face and blocked his vision as he once again felt the pain of a wound that should have been fatal.

Jorgensen put his foot on Travius chest and again opened his mouth as a cloud of flame developed inside of it. With his voice wearing out the flames would just fizzle. In a state of frustration he swung his mace towards Travius head to finish him off when three swords impaled his chest.

Jorgensen was startled as the army of spirits all surrounded him and began piercing him with swords from every direction. Each spirit will leave his sword in his body and walk away as another followed them and repeated the action.
Jorgensen struggled to cast healing spells but found it impossible as a new sword was constantly being inserted into his body.

By the time they were done his body was completely immobilized. Every inch of his body besides his head and throat were encased in ebony blades.

Travius got up on unsteady feet and walked towards him. Jorgensen said nothing to Travius as he approached. Just as he did with the others Travius, took good look into his eyes.

He didn't see the brave and mighty warrior he always did. He didn't see the mentor who raised him up from his lowest moment. He only saw an old man full of regret. Regret of knowing that with everything he's done, all the battles he's fought and all the evil he sent away. He never lived up to his full destiny. A decision he made on his own, a decision that failed everyone he claimed to care so much about.

Travius cast a teleknesis spell and grabbed a hold of all the swords in Jorgensen body. In one motion with his hand all of the swords quickly left his body and it crumbled into countless pieces of the surface of the water.

The only part remaining was the head. The head stared at him and spoke.
"I'm sorry boy, I'm sorry to everyone"

Travius body and armor began to repair itself as it had done after every battle. He waited again for Boethia to show up and give him another speech but it never happened. The army of spirits began to collect their swords and once they did all formed a circle around him and took a knee.

Once the last one had kneeled what little bit of light was in the purgatory had dissapeared and he was in complete darkness. The hard surface in the water gave way and and he began to rapidly sink into the water. From below him shined a large purple light that seemed to be pulling him towards it. The light continued to brighten until it was nearly blinding. Travius became completely absorbed in the light until he hit a hard surface that felt like stone. He opened his eyes with a loud gasp to find himself on an altar in the woods.

He reached over and was to exhilarated touch grass. He quickly jumped up and felt healthier and more energetic than he had felt at any point in his life. He didn't feel a single wound he encountered in his trial. His armor did however keep the improvements that were made to it. He took another breath and ingested as much of the crisp fall air he could.

"Never thought I would happen to be inhale this wretched chill of Skyrim." Volonare said in his head

"Still with me, huh?" Travius said, his tone almost indicating indifference.

"I told you I'd live in your mind forever. Did not expect my statement would be quite so literal." He responded.

Travius looked around and didn't see anyone else around but heard a neighing sound and turned around and saw a solid black horse wearing ebony armor that matched his own. He walked over to greet the horse and it acted as if he had known Travius his whole life.

He inspected the horse and found large bag of supplies and Morekie lying in the saddle. Giving him the peace of mind that someone from his home had been here. Travius mounted the horse and the horse instinctually started walking towards the city.