Kuroinu Dawnbreaker - A light shining in darkness

by Jawisian

A week after Eostia's surrender to their Black Dog overlords, the Dragonborn from Tamriel receives a vision from the Divines—a desperate plea from its fallen High Queen, Celestine. While looking for her, Thorson will be forced to confront his troubled past and his own Dragonborn nature while trying to liberate and heal a corrupted nation that suffered from past Daedric influences.

11. A Dov's show of force (Part 2)

Kuroinu Dawnbreaker - A light shining in darkness: chapter 11 - A Dov's show of force (Part 2)

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After Skyrim's latest civil war, many tales of the Dragonborn began to spread throughout the provinces on the continent of Tamriel, stories of an exceptional half-Nord who supported the Imperial forces during the last weeks of their campaign. When potential stalemates were then turned into clear victories, pushing the Stormcloak rebels further back towards the Eastmarch region, closer to their capital city of Windhelm.

The mounting pressure on Ulfric's forces, coupled with the news of the legendary Dragonborn joining their foes, led even some to believe that the gods had abandoned them.

During those last days of the war, many of Ulfric's warriors would be forced to face the Dragonborn who not only slew Alduin but also wore the legendary black armor once used by the revered bull demigod, 'Morihaus', son of the Divine Kynareth and battle brother of the famed 'Divine Crusader', Pelinal Whitestrake during the 'Alessian Slave Rebellion' against the oppressive Ayleid Elven Empire.

Ulfric's struggles then further intensified as the Imperial aligned Dragonborn also extensively used his potent Thu'um to help and later lead his combined company, comprising both Nord and Imperial Legionnaires, from victory to victory against his own weary forces.

But for the young Nord-Imperial Dragonborn who'd recently joined the civil war, he'd hoped that his Dragonborn title and fame combined his Thu'um would have helped demoralize the Stormcloaks, all to minimize the loss of life as he tried to give the rebel's two choices before meeting them in battle: surrender peacefully for a chance to return to their homes and families or face death on the battlefield.

Alas, despite everything the Nord hybrid tried, a majority among Ulfric's rebels would choose the latter, meeting the famed 'Slayer of Alduin' in combat while he spearheaded each assault with the help of his Thu'um, effortlessly shattering Stormcloak' defenses.

This allowed his fellow Imperial Legionnaires to rush in whilst the Dragonborn cut down many of Ulfric's warrior's down with potent destruction magics, his earth-shattering Thu'um and various weapons that the Dragonborn has acquired during his life, ranging from a beautiful, ornate white bow, a runed war axe often used by the Dawnguard, an enchanted Stalhrim sword and an Imperial styled war hammer from centuries past.

Still, even when many of their fellow warrior's would fight to the death, a smaller part of Ulfric's forces would ultimately choose to surrender after hearing the Dragonborn's 'Voice', choosing to live for those waiting for them back home or out of sheer respect and reverence for the Dragonborn and his legendary Thu'um.

Thorson's deeds also had a noticeable impact on every Imperial Legionnaire who witnessed him in combat during that war, so much that it then became the chief topic of discussion within many taverns and homes months after as they would tell everyone they knew about their experiences during their tour of duty, about the legendary Dragonborn leading them in battle and witnessing his fabled 'Voice' from up close.

Others would also share tales of the Dragonborn summoning two dragons during their many battles while others describe seeing him using his 'Voice' to great effect: from conjuring fire and frost from his mouth to even calling down a devastating storm of lightning against his Stormcloak adversaries on the battlefield. Exceptional deeds like these would then further enhance the Dragonborn's standing within the Imperial-led Legion on Skyrim and later within the fractured Imperial Empire.

Unbeknownst to Thorson, the Legionnaires he fought alongside would gradually begin to see the black-clad Dragonborn as something more than a mortal with an immortal soul. Even some of the Nords within his company started to believe that they were witnessing the rise of a potential new deity in their midst. And it wasn't long before some Nords and even Imperials within the Imperial Legion began to bestow upon the Dragonborn titles like 'Ysmir', 'The Dragon Prince', 'Talos incarnate', and even the 'Avatar of Shor'.

Later, weeks after Skyrim's civil war, the Dragonborn would then become a national hero figure for the Nords and even among some of the Imperial populace. His name and voice now carried substantially more weight on internal political matters because of his many achievements and close 'relationship' to the Divines.

However, while enjoying widespread fame in Skyrim, Thorson wasn't universally loved as a good deal of Nord families who were devoted to Ulfric's cause would frequently glare at him and hurl insults, especially those whose loved ones were now imprisoned or had died fighting for the Stormcloaks during the civil war's last days.

Outside of Skyrim, the Dragonborn himself would attract the attention of several noticeable factions on the continent. Some of these viewed his recent accomplishments as a blessing in disguise, a hope for the human races on Tamriel, while others viewed his mere existence as a potential threat to their plans for the continent.

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As the Dragonborn told the story of his arrival to Ken's anxious populace, another event was taking place within the fortress city of Geofu, as Radomira, Sanguine's succubus agent, was listening to her master's words after he recovered from his initial outburst.

Whoever this 'Dragonborn' figure may be, the disguised seducer could clearly see that her news put the disguised Daedric Prince on edge after what she told before.

Moments then passed as the Prince then began informing his underling all about this 'Dragonborn' individual; a man her master could not sway in the past to become his champion; instead, becoming one for a rival Daedric Prince named 'Meridia'.

Radomira then heard that this human was special as he possessed the soul of a dragon; whose mere 'Voice' was solely responsible for the earthquakes she felt before, and for causing much panic within the city and Vult's forces hours ago.

While Radomira processed this new information, the Prince, turning left, observed a partly full inn nearby and a palpable tension in that section of the city.

The lack of revelry and the nervous expressions of the city folk didn't escape the 'Prince of Dark Pleasures' notice, whatever had just happened during his absence from Nirn, it seemed to have brought everyone's mood back down, as if society here was once again in a prolonged war, almost negating his previous efforts to bring his brand of 'joy' to these mortals.

The Prince's expression changed to one of displeasure. "I'll have some work to do it seems…" Sanguine said out loud after seeing the current situation around him. "Listen to me, we need to…"

Radomira, meanwhile, seemed visibly intrigued by what she'd heard about this 'Nord' man, not listening to the words spoken by Sanguine.

"To think someone like him would exist, blessed by the gods, these 'Divines'…" The purple-haired succubus mused, not bothering to listen to her master. "Someone like him… His power… Does my master even fear him? Maybe he can…."

Her thoughts were then interrupted by her master's voice.

"Are you even listening to anything I'm saying?" Sanguine glared towards Radomira after noticing his underling's lack of attention.

"I-I apologize master…" Radomira responded shakingly before straightening herself. "If this 'Dragonborn' is a threat to you, maybe I should pursue him…? I may need…"

"Leave that mortal to me." Sanguine interjected whilst looking at the succubus with a critical eye. "You just need to continue heading further south. Find that Sigil stone you suspect before Bal's minions do."

"B-But…" Radomira said in protest before a familiar sound of a conjuration spell reached both their ears as a small scroll materialized in her master's hands—a sealed message from one of his human agents.

Sanguine, like many amongst his fellow Prince's, often used their human or other mortal worshippers as their eyes and hands on matters outside their plane of Oblivion, as most lacked the insight and influence to fully manipulate the world created by their Aedric 'counterparts'.

And further limiting their powers and influence on Mundus are the 'Liminal Barriers', who'd already been repairing themselves since Dagon's failed invasion centuries ago, after the last Septim, the 'Last Dragonborn Emperor', sacrificed himself by shattering the 'Amulet of Kings' and becoming an avatar of Akatosh in order to vanquish the 'Prince of Destruction'.

A tired looking Sanguine nodded his head towards the covered cart next to Radomira. "Finish your remaining work here while I read this. " The Prince instructed his underling before reading the scroll. "This better be good news…"

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Meanwhile, deep within the infamous 'Dark Citadel', a young half-elf woman in a dark and damp cell managed to recover from her near-catatonic state after being brutally violated by several of their former demonic soldiers for days on end.

As the young blond-haired elf named Chloe woke up and looked down her own naked form, she could see that it was riddled with various bloodied bruises and dried remains of semen and sweat. She then winced and yelped after feeling some measure of pain coming from below her waist, quickly reminding her who was responsible for her current condition and the mental and physical pain she now experienced.

Ignoring the pain, Chloe then looked around, wondering who else was within her cell before spotting Olga Discordia, the fallen 'Dark Queen', equally bare and lost in thought, standing in front of a closed cell door.

"She's also here…" the young elf observed before focusing again on her own condition, briefly touching her abused groin, attempting to assess the potential damage her abusers had inflicted on her after raping her for many hours on end.

But as Chloe checked on herself, the half-elf experienced another spike of pain before seeing slight traces of fresh blood and semen on her fingers, clear signs of the recent and rough abuse of her body.

"Damned those disguising swine's! If only I had a weapon, I would gladly slice their cocks off and make them choke on it!"

Chloe then heard faint murmurs as the handmaiden heard Olga speak to herself in the Dark Elven language.

"How long has it been?" Chloe asked herself, remembering her and Olga being dragged from their cells by their captors days before, both forced to ingest a pinkish substance that caused their minds to daze before losing their rationality to a sense of forceful pleasure.

"Na anui mán who lothron vedui. Im praui an Chloe na n-lain o hen baul…"

Olga's mumbled words, seemingly about her, pulled Chloe out of her thoughts.

"I-Is mistress praying towards the spirits? For my freedom?" Chloe asked herself, recognizing a few of the elven words Olga uttered.

Chloe was about to stand up when she heard more faint whisperings from the fallen 'Dark Queen'.

"Ni estel tye are varna… deler Mistoria…"

"'Mistoria'?" The half-elf knight wondered, recognizing the other words uttered by Olga. "Who is she? Wait, sister?"

This revelation seemed new to the handmaiden.

"Does the mistress have a sister?" Chloe's asked herself after she stood up. Olga Discordia, who had freed her from slavery years back, had always been secretive about her own history.

The elf hybrid, confined to her corner of the dark prison, also couldn't help but feel sorrow after seeing Olga's weakened and pitiful condition. Once, the 'Dark Queen', standing before her, exuded power and command, a formidable and ruthless sorceress radiating absolute confidence during her protracted campaign against High Queen Celestine and her human forces in the south.

Now the young handmaiden only saw a meek-looking elf in front of her, a shadow of Olga's former self, an image that only invokes pity and a deep seethed sense of retribution from the half-elf knight.

"If only those pigs hadn't taken her staff and sealed my mistress's powers. If only she could access her power now, she'd wipe out Vult and every one of those animals, reducing them to mere dust for the wind!"

As Chloe slowly approached Olga, the half-elf began speaking to her. "M-My mistress, are you alright?" The handmaiden asked in a hushed tone, mindful not to startle the Dark Elf.

It took her a couple of attempts before Olga reacted to her handmaiden's call.

"Chloe…" The fallen queen uttered her handmaiden's name, quickly checking on the half-elf's condition before looking down at the ground. "I guess I am… I'd rather be far from here… you know… away from these savages…"

The handmaiden nodded. "Same here…" Chloe's thoughts agreed before she joined Olga at the cell door. "If only we could escape towards any of the nearby elven territories…"

A month's abuse left them both helpless, and without weapons or the ability to use magic, they were still at the complete mercy of their Black Dog captors. Both ultimately hated what they had forced to become, mere playthings for both humans and demons, their minds and bodies slowly eroding to their captor's will.

As the half-elf stared outside her cell towards the dungeon's hallway, she then noticed the eerie silence in the dungeon's hallway, aside from a few cries and sobs from other prisoners in nearby cells.

"Strange, it's too silent…" Chloe wondered out loud. Ever since their enslavement, the dungeon they were in would have been constantly filled with the sounds of debauchery; their captor's laughter's, and screams of their victims, as Vult's men and his demon allies would take turns in tormenting their defenseless prisoners for hours to even days on end.

"Now that you mention it…" Olga raised her head and stared outside, also noticing the usual silence expect for a few sounds of Vult's men chatting further down the hallway.

Chloe, meanwhile, sensed an opportunity as she tried pulling and pushing the locked and barred door, hoping that Vult's men had overlooked something when they locked them up, but to no avail.

"Damn them…!" The half-elf cursed before attempting to pull the bars apart.

Olga, watching from behind the struggling half-elf, saw her loyal handmaiden's desperate escape attempts, a pained expression forming on her face before the young half-elf withdrew her arms in frustration.

"Damnit! I feel so useless! So weak!" Chloe shouted as she then began starting kicking the bars with her bare feet before wincing, feeling another spike of pain coming from her lower abdomen. "Oww! Curse those pigs…!"

Chloe's cellmate had seen enough and stepped towards. "Don't hurt yourself, Chloe…" A worried-looking Olga said, holding onto the frustrated elf's shoulders to calm her down.

Upon hearing Olga's voice and feeling her hands on her bare shoulders, Chloe ceased her attempts, frustratedly gripping the prison bars. "Forgive me, mistress. I can't just do nothing without at least trying…!"

"I know, Chloe…" The Dark Elf sorceress replied with a heavy sigh before releasing her hold on the half-elf before looking outside their shared cell. For a moment, the sight of the dull hallway beyond the barred door kept both Chloe and Olga silent; it had become a frequent way for both of them to pass the time during their captivity.

Several minutes of silence passed before Chloe broke the silence, perhaps to distract herself instead of doing nothing in their current situation.

"Forgive me for asking mistress, but who is Mistoria?" She asked Olga, surprising the Dark Elf with her unexpected question.

"W-Where did you hear that name?" A now wide-eyed Olga asked in return.

Chloe looked towards her side, avoiding eye contact. "I heard you utter that name just after I woke up." The half-elf knight replied before noticing Olga's gaze.

"Forgive me for overhearing it, Lady Olga. If I'm not allowed to, then I…" Chloe attempted to apologize before she was interrupted by a hand touching her shoulder, startling the nervous elven girl.

"It's alright." Olga reassured her handmaiden before taking a deep breath. "Mistoria is my youngest sister that I left behind in Nidavellir; when I began my war against Celestine and her humans."

Chloe listened, recognizing the famed Dark Elven lands Olga spoke of, one of the few established regions on Serenus, a haven for only a lucky few Dark Elves.

The handmaiden then noticed Olga diverting her gaze back towards their cell door before remaining silent.

"You miss her, right?" The half-elf softly asked the fallen queen, knowing now the reason behind it.

"I do…" Olga replied before closing her eyes for a moment. "I'm worried about her future wherever she may be…"

Chloe, noticing the concern in Olga's voice, looked at her mistress with a questioning gaze. "Isn't she safe within Nidavellir?" She asked.

The fallen Dark Elf queen looked directly at her handmaiden, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Hold on, has mistress Olga also been in contact with her recently? Or did Mistoria visit her here in the past?" Chloe wondered. The handmaiden had seen none other elves named Mistoria visit the Olga's citadel, nor had her mistress traveled to her homeland since the handmaiden had been with her. "And why didn't Mistoria stay if she came here?"

Olga's saddened expression then worried the half-elf handmaiden, recognizing that something bad must have happened.

A minute passed before Chloe attempted to pry more information. "Mistress, what happened to her, if I may ask?"

Noticing her handmaiden's worried expression, Olga led her to a shadowed corner of their cell. "I'll tell you, come…" She replied before sitting down, followed by Chloe.

"It all started a couple centuries ago, back when my sister was a High Priestess in service to our 'Great Father' within Nidavellir's capital city."

"You mean she would…?" Chloe asked before Olga nodded with a faint smile.

"Yes, my dearest sister would have been one of the few virtuous who would carry our ancestor spirits' blessed child within her."

Chloe nodded in understanding. She knew a bit about these spirits Olga speaks about, or more commonly known as the 'Great Giants', spirits of the earth who according to ancient Dark Elven scripture gave birth to the few elven races at the dawn of times.

After this, Olga let out a faint giggle, mildly surprising Chloe. "You should have seen my dear sister when she heard the news from the 'Great Temple' when she was chosen. She was practically jumping up and down from pure happiness."

Chloe then saw Olga's faint but genuine smile, a rare thing for the handmaiden to witness in these dark times. Whatever her mistress remembered, it seemed to have been a very happy memory for her.

"You must have been so happy after hearing such news." The half-elf commented with a smile of her own.

"Yes, I was indeed. We both couldn't stop telling everyone we knew about the news." Olga said with a measure of pride, her mind conjuring loose memories of the good times she had had with her sister.

Memories of a much happier time, those that Olga Discordia once experienced in a now seemingly distant past. Before her mind was consumed with nothing but thoughts of war against Celestine's humans.

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"And as I flew high above this city on my dragon's back, I used my 'Voice' to then safely descend from the skies before infiltrating the city with the help of an invisibility spell of mine."

"He did what?!" Someone within the crowd exclaimed while others mumbled in between.

In Ken, the anxious citizens heard the Dragonborn from Tamriel recount his arrival. Many among them still harboring unanswered questions about the man who freed their city, the future of it after his sudden attack on Vult's forces, the fate of both Celestine and Alicia after being freed, about Tamriel itself, the existence of dragons and other topics related to their liberator.

And as he heard the many questions from the populace, the Dragonborn from Tamriel often repeatedly promised that everything would be answered in due time before continuing, reaching the point in his story where he told the gathered about the horrible things he saw while infiltrating the city.

"And as I looked around, I saw things within your city that were purely inhumane…" Thorson recounted, making eye contact with virtually every single individual within the gathered crowd. "Slavery, oppression, women of all ages begging for mercy, sexually abused in public by men and monsters while laughing and jeering at their victims' suffering."

Some in Ken's population turned their heads away, ashamed; a few refused to accept responsibility for their son's misdeeds after they joined Vult's crew, while others felt powerless and guilt for not opposing their Black Dog oppressors.

"Even young children were not spared…" The Dragonborn continued with narrowed eyes, making sure everyone around him heard his specific fact. "I saw things no sane individual wouldn't do to others, not those nightmarish acts I've seen all around this very city…"

No one among the Eostian crowd could utter a single response to the Dragonborn's last words; many among them knew all too well of all the tragedies that transpired within their city after Vult's takeover of the nation.

Thorson then continued his story, beginning with his encounter with several of the victims that were abused by Vult's men within Ken's many dark alleyway's.

"But as I snuck through your city, I still tried helping a few of the unfortunate within my path who were assaulted, making sure several of Vult's men and demons fell asleep, out of sight of others, with my magic."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, some clearly taken aback by what they'd just heard; a few among them, however, stared intensely towards the Dragonborn.

"But I couldn't at the time risk exposing myself any further during my infiltration efforts, but I still tried to help some of the poor victims escape wherever possible." The Nord man continued before hearing the meek voice calling out for him.

"So-So it was you who saved my dear Fione." A male voice belonging to a father asked the Nord man. "She told me her kidnappers just mysteriously collapsed on the floor before running away to safety."

"I-It was your doing, right?" The middle-aged father then asked Thorson. "Were you really responsible for helping her?"

Thorson looked towards the grateful-looking parent, giving the father just a single nod as his answer before hearing another voice.

"You also saved my beloved Pelena?" This time a mother among the crowd asked the Dragonborn, barely able to hold back her tears. "T-Then, thank you for everything; I don't know how I could repay you…"

"Yes, thank you, Sir. I-I…" The Eostian father then again muttered before being interrupted by the Dragonborn who raised his right hand, signaling to both parents to stop for a moment.

"It's nothing." Thorson said, displaying a faint smile. "I'm truly glad that I could reunite you all with your loved ones."

Having heard about Thorson's deed, much of the crowd's opinion of their liberator further improved, but some remained apprehensive about the Nord's intentions. Meanwhile, behind Thorson, Celestine and Alicia couldn't help but to smile towards the man after hearing what he'd done.

As no further questions were asked, Thorson continued his story. "After aiding those in need in my way, I continued my search. Until I arrived at this very spot and saw that there was a slave auction in progress."

Then came the moment within Thorson's retelling, the moment he saw a young Lyra being dragged away from her mother at a slave market; where the Dragonborn, fueled by past experiences, briefly lost control and brought death to all of Vult's forces within the city, those who mistreated the innocent.

"And as a young dark elf child was dragged away into slavery, as many young men celebrated the whole thing… I just couldn't take it anymore…" Thorson recounted before briefly closing his eyes.

The next part the gathered populace was about to hear was now very familiar to them. That moment where, in one fell swoop, their entire city was engulfed in a heavy storm, where hordes of reanimated corpses purged their city from Vult's presence, taking away many lives, including many young men of their community who recently allied with their new overlords.

"And in anger, I violently lashed out… unleashing my fury on Vult's men and anyone allied with them, using my powers of the 'Voice' to call down a lightning storm to strike them all down all over the city…" Thorson said before pausing and staring down practically every gathered person around him. "Showing no mercy to those who gave none to their victims…"

The crowd remained silent, with some now harboring questions about the man's abilities and his so-called 'Voice', while those who were directly affected by Vult's recent actions seemed to agree with their liberator's actions.

"Good riddance!" Several voices erupted unexpectedly. "Those animals deserved to die after everything they had done to us."

"The stranger did what needed to be done! They all deserve their deaths!"

"They all had it coming. At least they won't touch my children again…"

"After what happened to my sister, I can say; fuck them all! They won't be missed!"

"Same here. Those animals deserved their fate for everything they have done to my children!"

"That man's actions saved my daughter from her enslavement! He's a hero in my eyes!"

As he heard some cheering his recent deeds, the Dragonborn's face remained unchanged whilst he raised his hand, asking Ken's population for a moment of silence. Despite internally justifying his actions, Thorson couldn't shake a sense of guilt, but quickly brushed it aside for later.

"Allow me to continue. I'm almost done with my retelling." The Nord healer asked tiredly, suggesting he wished to get over this as quickly as possible.

"So, shortly after conjuring that storm above your city, while my dragon allies began attacked Vult's forces, I managed to reach the temple behind me with little resistance."

The Nord man then momentarily stared at both blonde Eostian women behind him before continuing. "And where I managed to free your queen: Celestine, and princess Alicia from the shackles of enslavement."

Following Thorson's words, Celestine and Alicia didn't say a word or respond, but both women certainly hadn't forgotten about their rescuer's deeds while listening to what he said.

Thorson then turned back before pausing. "But before I could escort both out of their prison, I was interrupted by Vult and his lieutenant, Hicks, attempting to stop me."

Aware of what happened next, both Celestine and Alicia exchanged knowing glances.

"What happened?" A few citizens asked their liberator, many wondering what could have transpired in such a meeting. A few already heard some rumors from several of the freed 'Holy Knights' but they still wanted to hear from their savior himself.

"Please tell me you killed those sons of bitches! Please!" A few enthusiastic voices then asked their liberator. "Did you make them both suffer?"

"Well, not exactly." The Nord seemed to show a small smile before continuing. "So, after some exchange of words with Vult, we had a quick 'scuffle' where I managed to cripple both him and Hicks."

"Y-You bested Vult? H-How?" A few citizens gasped, convinced the famed and feared mercenary leader was unbeatable in combat.

The Nord smiled at the crowd, seeming amused by the various reactions he'd heard.

"Simple. I just drew my weapons and charged at both, quickly crippling them in a single attack." Thorson answered almost casually.

His answer caused many in the crowd to just stare at him without saying a word.

Thorson, meanwhile, just shrugged. "Don't be surprised. They were not that tough; all bark, but no bite, I guess. Besides, I've faced worse things during my time on Tamriel."

"True, I had some help thanks to the Thu'um of course, but it's still." Thorson's thought in between. "And aside from his physique, Vult didn't look remarkable from what I've seen."

"'Not that tough' he says…" A few others repeated Thorson's last words in disbelief, not fully believing that the battle-hardened mercenary was taken down so easily.

A woman's voice reached Thorson from behind.

"He speaks true." Celestine confirmed the Dragonborn's story. "In one attack, he managed to wound both Vult and Hicks. They had no chance; Sir Thorson moved so fast."

The Nord gave the High Elf a faint smile before hearing more chattering from the crowd.

"So, it's true, he really faced Vult in battle and won?" A few citizens asked out loud; for some, it was enough already if their queen witnessed it too.

"Hah, no wonder he bested him with all the power he wields." Some among the elderly laughed. "Good riddance. I wish I could have seen this!"

Although most were elated by the news, a single, unanswered question lingered in many minds.

"D-Did you kill Vult?" An elderly woman then asked the Nord man. "Did you kill that degenerate pig?"

"Sadly, no…" The Dragonborn exhaled before shaking his head. "I was ready to strike Vult down when his men showed up. During this, that coward managed to escape with the help of some magical scroll."

A few exclaims of disappointment from the crowd followed hearing this news. Alicia, meanwhile, somewhat regretted not having the chance to finish Vult within that prison, but to hear him scream in pain from Thorson's branding seemed to have satiated her need for revenge for now.

Ken's liberator then raised his right index finger upward, gaining again the attention of the gathered.

"However," Thorson interjected before pointing towards the blonde 'Shield Princess' next to Celestine. "Lady Arcturus here managed to finish off Hicks. So at least Vult's inner circle is now down one member."

"S-She did?" A few asked out loud, "We always thought she willingly worked with those thugs."

"Yea, we heard she willingly joined Vult's forces, turned her back on her own people."

With the population's growing doubt surrounding the fallen Shield Princess' past actions, Thorson looked towards Alicia, who swiftly averted her gaze upon meeting his.

"Please, not this again! I'm not to blame! They tricked me!" Alicia wanted to yell to those accusing her, but the young woman couldn't muster the will. If Ken's people had already their doubts about her past actions, how would she fare if she'd ever confronted Prim's and her own subjects in the future. In those few moments, the young woman felt that the entire world was against her.

But after hearing what Thorson said next, the young woman was quickly reminded that she wasn't alone.

"Let me tell you what I saw." Thorson spoke to the crowd, whose attention he had regained. "When Lady Alicia confronted Vult's lieutenant, I could hear and feel her hatred and destain for everything her captor had done to her and those she cared before she struck him down."

Alicia widened her eyes, looking back towards the Dragonborn who had just defended her. Even after everything he may have heard from Ken's population these past hours, he still stood by her side.

"And while I may not know Lady Alicia's entire story, I am certain that she must have suffered dearly during her captivity, like many of your loved ones had experienced these past days." Thorson defended with zeal. "So, whatever you heard about her most certainly had to be more lies spouted by Vult's people to discredit her and Eostia's leadership."

After hearing Thorson's words, showing no trace of doubt in standing by her, the young blonde knight continued staring at the man responsible with a mixture of shock and gratitude on her face.

"H-He really stood up to me…"

Thorson meanwhile resumed. "After all, Vult's and his men have already proven to be untrustworthy, ever since they turned their backs on the nation and its people. Not the best source for reliable information, if you ask me."

Celestine, noticing her friend's reaction to Thorson defending her, placed a comforting hand on Alicia's shoulder and gave her a warm smile without uttering a word.

The Nord man then turned his attention back towards the blonde knight, noticing Celestine's attempt to comfort her. "And while I'm sure there are genuine collaborators within Vult's circle, I can say with certainty that Lady Alicia here is not part of them after everything I've seen and heard…"

As Alicia locked eyes with the Nord, her mind conjured several past events involving Thorson; the moment her savior confronted Vult and Hicks, declaring his intention to stand by both her and Celestine in both the common language and an unknown one. "No one is beyond redemption for me; I'm here to help you, protect you. Do you want to be free again? To live again? I will help you, for I will not abandon those in need. Follow me, Kren Stin, Dahmaan Hin Aus, Zu'u Drun Hi Stin!"

All of this left the Arcturus princess speechless, small tears streaming down her face as a significant weight left her already burdened spirit. "H-He kept his word… Even after everything…"

The Eostian princess couldn't help but keep staring directly at the man, as if she wanted to speak to the Dragonborn who'd stood up to her without hesitation. Thank him for keeping his promise and his integrity.

Many Eostians, meanwhile, reflected upon hearing their liberator's words. Some at first couldn't fully believe the Nord's reasoning, but some then realized that they may have been fooled again by Vult and those loyal to him. A few even repeated their disbelief vocally for even trusting or idolizing Vult and his men.

Men who had betrayed them after the 'Great War'; a mercenary company filled with degenerates, opportunists, liars, and traitors.

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Standing near the edge of the gathered crowd, an indignant Khajiit overheard everything, wishing he could have been there for his friend, fighting against these humans and these 'demons' who made life miserable for these people, kidnapping and enslaving them.

Inigo also felt thrilled at the prospect of a new adventure, something he sorely missed months after becoming a student at the Bard College in Solitude while his Nord friend traveled around the continent.

Now hearing about the suffering here, Inigo felt regret at not arriving sooner with his friend. Perhaps they could have helped end their war with this Dark Elf 'Queen' and her demons as swiftly as they had done in Skyrim; and stopping Vult's eventual betrayal and takeover. Sparing the nation's inhabitants of further pain.

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Some of Ken's citizens, despite hearing their liberator's words, still harbored questions or doubt regarding another woman, their recently rescued monarch.

"And what about 'her'?" Someone within the crowd then asked the Dragonborn whilst pointing towards the Ancient High Elf. "Is it true what Celestine said to us? That she was under the influence of a 'dark spirit'?"

"A spirit'? Well, that's one way to define Daedric Princes like Sanguine." The Nord thought with a smile. "Well, unless you are one who follows 'The Old Ways'."

Thorson glanced at Celestine, who then stared directly at him, expectantly awaiting his response.

"And from the looks of it, it seems she tried to explain everything to her people." The Dragonborn noticed after seeing his amulet around Celestine's neck, still glowing faintly. "Thank Stendarr for being with her."

"So, your queen told you all about what happened several weeks ago, about what transpired surrounding her so called 'surrender' and Vult's takeover afterwards?" Thorson asked the gathered populace. "I take some among you don't believe her?"

The Eostians around the Dragonborn remain silent aside from a few murmurs, a sign that there was still doubt among them about their queen's words even after everything they had heard and seen a few moments ago.

An elderly woman then voiced her opinion, supporting the fallen queen. "I've always asked myself why Her Grace would just surrender so suddenly? Me and my family within this city experienced many sieges ever since my birth; and each time, Lady Lucross managed to rally our forces and repel them. Saving the city from being overrun each time."

"My dearest speaks true." An equally elderly man next to her joined in. "For centuries, Her Grace, Celestine, has always remained pure and virtue during the 'Great War', no matter how bad it got!"

"I heard the same." Another senior couple added. "Our parents once told us stories of previous sieges when queen Celestine herself supported the soldiers in defense of this city."

Those last statements made nearby Eostians think more closely; it would indeed be ludicrous that their High Queen would choose to abandon her plight and virtue after so many centuries of protecting them and the entire nation.

"I've never thought of that." Several of the young whispered out loud.

"But what changed this time? Why now?" A grizzled elderly man spoke out. "I feel something smells amiss."

"What if she surrendered to save us all from destruction? Perhaps she envisioned this beforehand? A man in the crowd asked. "I mean, Vult had a large demonic army with him when he sieged the city, right?"

"And what then?" The same elderly woman from before raising her voice. "Her Grace would then have known full well what would happen to us all if the city were to be occupied by those traitors and those demonic creatures! And even if she would have seen the future, I would still believe Her Grace would rather stand and fight than give up everything she'd worked for!"

"I still don't believe all of this." A younger voice hiding within the crowd responded. "We have all seen what happened that day when she made her so-called decree! It looked like she enjoyed being violated by Vult's and his men."

"That's right! It's her and her decree afterwards that caused many of our sons joined Vult's forces in the first place!" A few families cried out, still desperate to find a scapegoat to blame, anything to justify their son's innocence.

Another round of verbal sparring broke out, but Thorson could tell that Celestine appeared to have more supporters than critics within the crowd. Still, he didn't want this kind of discord to occur again. Thus, he would calm the unruly crowd again in order to prevent a major divide within the community.

"Alright, That's enough!" The Dragonborn shouted at the large crowd around him, silencing them and having their attention again.

"Look, I understand the need to find someone to blame after everything that just happened." Thorson said before he pointed to himself. "You all can blame me or Vult for those who perished here, but you shouldn't focus on putting the blame on Lady Celestine; not after everything she'd done after her release!"

---

Moments ago, as Ken's people argued loudly about their queen's innocence, Alicia approached a visibly anxious Celestine before comfortingly placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't let the words of those ignorant bring you down, Lady Celestine." The blonde knight soothed, remembering what her goddess said to her before while they tended to the injured. "I know what truly happened to you. You can't blame yourself for the actions of an evil spirit."

"I know, my dear Alicia…" The fallen queen relaxed a bit after hearing Alicia's words of comfort, "It's just hard to hear them all speak those words in spite, to be forced to remember…"

The High Elf briefly looked towards Thorson as he spoke to her subjects, then back to Alicia with a smile, noticing that the young woman looked a bit livelier than before.

"But thank you for believing in me." Celestine thanked her friend.

"And I thank you for doing the same for me." The young woman responded with a small smile of her own before turning towards the Dragonborn.

"And don't forget about him, Your Highness." Alicia reminded the High-Elf about the man who had so far stood by her and Celestine ever since being freed today. "He kept his word, stood by both of us…"

---

Thorson paused, seeing that he had the crowd's full attention again after what he'd said. "This is a gamble, but I hope some among the population remained observant."

"Now then, before going on the topic of Celestine's innocence, let me ask you all a simple question first." The Dragonborn addressed the gathered crowd. "When your queen explained what she'd experienced, about this 'spirit' responsible, did any of you notice the amulet around her neck glowing?"

The Eostian's began chattering among themselves, wondering what the Tamerelian was going with this.

"What is he talking about?"

"What about that weird amulet she's wearing?"

Fortunately for Thorson, a few observant citizens came forth.

"I did. I was wondering why that thing began emitting light." Someone in the crowd wondered out loud.

"As did I." Another added before being joined by another. "Same here."

"Good." Thorson responded with a sigh before crossing his arms. "And as your queen told you about this 'Dark Spirit', did the amulet's glow ever cease to shine?"

A minute passed as the crowd exchanged whispers between themselves until those same previous witnesses spoke again.

"I think it never ceased shining…" One man stated with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure it kept shining." Another voice confirmed, although sounding a bit confused. "What does it all mean, though?"

The Dragonborn's face now displayed a visible smile. His gamble worked.

"Let me tell you all something." The Nord man began, pointing towards Celestine's amulet. "That amulet she is wearing symbolizes one of our deities, revered around Tamriel, the Divine Stendarr. An amulet given to me during a time where I worked as a young acolyte for the 'Vigilants', a fanatical order of 'demon hunters', so to say."

Thorson ceased for a moment before continuing, his mind conjuring memories of a distant past when he was still with that fanatical group before departing with Isran. "…A time where I needed reassurance from the Divines themselves as I struggled with my duty and loyalty years ago. Something Lord Stendarr personality provided after hearing my plea for help."

This news confused the gathered population, not sure what to make of all of this as they began discussing amongst themselves.

"'Stendarr? Another god?"

"God of what, though?"

"Maybe one who hates demons? He said he was part of a group that hunted them."

"So, what about this 'Stendarr'? What if she wore your amulet of this so-called god of yours?"

Thorson cut off further questions by raising his hand and requesting a moment of silence. "Let me explain."

He then began pacing around, making sure his next words could be heard by all.

"Stendarr is one of the 'Divines', or Aedra for some, one of the deity's many among Tamriel worship." The Nord explained. "A deity whose sphere encompasses the aspects of mercy, justice, and compassion."

The Nord heard chattering from the crowd in response but continued with narrowed eyes. "A deity who hates those who abuse the weak…and who are dishonest whilst in his presence."

The man then briefly glanced towards Celestine before turning around. "Lord Stendarr has been with your High Queen all the time ever since she began wearing that amulet, when he and I attempted to uncover what truly happened to your queen those few weeks ago."

Upon hearing this, chattering could be heard as a few Eostian began to figure out what the Nord was trying to imply.

"Another god has been protecting Her Grace?" A few of Celestine's believers wondered out loud. "I-I think we should listen…"

"A god of justice standing by someone like her? Why? Surely this deity would have seen everything she'd done these past days?"

Celestine, meanwhile, nervously sealed her lips as she remembered her and the Dragonborn's attempts to find the truth of her gaps in her memories several hours ago. But despite the entire ordeal taking a hard toll on her, the High Elf still felt a lingering sense of warmth in her heart after Thorson comforted her and shared what he'd experienced in the past at the hands of the same Daedric spirit who'd tricked her.

Meanwhile, two elven healers near the Dragonborn raised their eyebrows at the mention of the Aedra standing by Celestine, the 'Traitor Queen' who caused so much hardship to many elven communities during her rule.

"This 'dark spirit' Celestine mentioned, is it the 'Daedra'?" The High Elf healer named Ceeri asked the Dragonborn.

The Nord man turned his attention towards the High Elf and the Dark Elf next to her.

"Yes, I believe so." Thorson answered. "Me, Celestine and Alicia have already encountered one of them, Molag Bal a few hours ago before vanishing."

Some in the crowd, having heard the news, started chattering again while the High Elven healer looked unnerved.

"M-Molag Bal…?" Ceeri repeated Thorson's last words while the Dark-Elf Anane also appeared uneasy. "I t-think I remember that name from somewhere…"

"I think I also heard that name before… But I'm not sure…" The young Dark Elf next to Ceri said before looking straight at the Nord. "Are we in danger from this Molag Bal? Or the Daedra?"

"In danger? From Bal?" Thorson responded before shaking his head. "No, I don't think so. Bal seemed just interested in taunting me this time."

Yet, there was another Prince that Thorson was quite confident played a part in Eostia's current situation.

"That leaves Sanguine tough who seems more ambitious than usual, from just pranking people to orchestrating the fall of a nation. For what end? Just for laughs, gathering followers or something more?" The Dragonborn asked himself, wondering what has changed.

"Who is this Bal character?" A few of Ken's human population then asked the Nord man, wondering what both their liberator and the two elves near him were talking about. "A demonic spirit? Or another god?"

Thorson turned his body to his left to answer. "Another deity, so to say, A Daedric Prince to be precise; for some, a god, an evil one. While for others, an ancient spirit."

Some murmured, yet most remained quiet, awaiting the Nord's continuation.

"And Bal's sphere of influence is…" The Nord paused, not sure to mention everything about the Prince to the already anxious population. "I'll leave the 'King of Rape' title for another time. No need to cause more distress to these people after everything that happened to them…"

"Well.. A bunch of nasty things, to be honest. Sufficient to say, Molag Bal had many names in our history that make him more trouble than it's worth. 'The Corruptor', 'God of Schemes' , 'Prince of Domination' , 'Tormentor of Men', 'The Dark One', 'Lord of Brutality' and 'Harvester of Souls'."

"'Harvester of Souls'? Really? You must have a death wish to even worship 'that'." Some of Ken's inhabitants responded out loud while others discussed what they just heard.

"Sounds like someone those demons would gladly follow."

"Hey, you could be right."

"Do those creatures perhaps work for a Daedric Prince? For Bal perhaps?" Thorson wondered also after hearing that; another topic to consider at a later time. "From their look's, I won't be surprised. Knowing Bal's past actions on Nirn…"

"Who would worship such a thing, anyway?" An Eostian man asked the Dragonborn.

"Luckily, not that many," Thorson answered, "but there are always certain groups or individuals who may have different opinions about the world."

"Like the 'Reachmen'…" Thorson thought in between as memories of his traumatic childhood briefly flashed within his mind, before being replaced by only images of battle and slaughter that happened much later. These unsettling memories quickly faded from the Nord's mind as he began to feel conflicted. "Luckily, Nord families within the Reach can sleep more peacefully as they won't have to worry about those savages for some time, not after all what I've done to all of them…"

Meanwhile, several amongst the crowd discussed what they just heard.

"This demon, this 'Bal' was responsible for Celestine's fall?"

"Who knows? Who's saying that these other gods even exist? I certainly don't believe the things that man just said."

"I believe him. Everything that happened today is enough proof for me."

Thorson, hearing the growing chatter, signaled everyone to stop again.

"Bal is currently not our subject as another Daedric Prince influenced events here." The Nord straightened his back and took a deep breath.

As the gathered crowd anxiously waited, Thorson began.

"From what I've pieced together today, your queen was approached by another one : one named 'Sanguine', who under the guise of a human named 'Sal Guevenne' managed to poison her mind, leading to the things you have witnessed weeks ago."

A few Eostians near the Dragonborn looked skeptical. All this talk about different gods and spirits was too unbelievable to them. However, those more devoted to Celestine wanted to believe their savior's words, anything that proves their goddess's innocence was good enough for them, especially if these other gods, these 'Divines', stood by her all this time.

"Sal Guevenne? The wine trader? He's an evil spirit?!" Some exclaimed in shock while others made their opinion known.

"I saw him once, giving out free drinks here at night. Can't believe that he's a demon in human form."

"Now that I think about it, I always thought he had a strange aura around him when he last visited the city."

"And what makes you think this 'Sal' or 'Sanguine' was responsible?" You weren't even here weeks ago, right?" A few among the skeptical asked the Nord.

"Yes, you expect us to believe this 'Stendarr, 'Daedra' and these 'Divines' of yours exist?" One Eostian man asked before everyone heard an unfamiliar voice answering.

"Oh, Stendarr and the rest of the Divines exist alright!" Someone in the crowd spoke. "And while I may not be a devoid worshipper of them, I've seen multiple times where Stendarr and others closely aided my tall friend here."

Thorson immediately recognized that familiar sounding voice coming from his left. "Inigo?" He asked out loud before spotting a familiar-looking figure walking through the crowd.

"Let him pass." The Nord immediately instructed the Eostian's on his left who seemed confused by the approaching 'cat-man', "He's a good friend of mine."

"This 'thing' is your friend?" Someone in the crowd asked. "He almost looks like one of those beast demon's within Vult's army."

Thorson turned with a glare towards the source of that question, a young Eostian man who immediately cowered after noticing the Dragonborn's piercing gaze.

"Inigo is a Khajiit, one of the beast races of Tamriel. He and those like him are certainly no monsters or demons. I recommend you all remember that." The Nord sternly informed the Eostians, especially emphasizing those last words.

Thorson's stern explanation silenced the crowd while Inigo approached the Nord, offering a brief, grateful smile.

During this, some, after hearing everything, somewhat managed to piece everything together.

"So, Celestine's glowing amulet, blessed by this 'Stendarr'." A female voice in the crowd asked. "It glowing really means…?"

"Lady Celestine has been telling the truth all this time?" Another voice finished for her, its tone one of clear anticipation. "Everything that happened to her, it was out of her control?"

"Yes." Thorson simply replied, "That's the truth."

"I knew it." A few of Celestine's worshippers said out loud, a feeling of relief heard within their voices.

"Her Grace never wanted all of this. It's the fault of that spirit!"

As the gathered population discussed what they just heard, a few curious still had some questions about the nature of Stendarr's amulet. "So, that amulet helps you find who's lying or what?"

"Yes, simply put, you can view it as a magical truth detector, blessed by Stendarr himself." Thorson explained before walking behind Alicia and Celestine, taking a position between them.

"And if it glowed, then he had judged that its wielder has been truthful about everything they said."

After revealing this information, the Nord placed his hand on Celestine's shoulder, showing the slightly nervous High Elf a comforting smile which she also returned.

"Which your High Queen, Lady Lucross, did ever since wearing it hours ago." Thorson finished before looking back at the crowd.

"Aside from Stendarr's judgement, from what I've seen, your queen always had the wellbeing of her people in her mind." Thorson continued, determined to further convince the population of Celestine's innocence. "After all, her cries for help were heard by the Divines, who allowed me to briefly communicate with her."

Many of Ken's people, especially those who remained faithful to Celestine, seemed ecstatic about this news.

"These gods heard Her Grace?"

"She reached out to these other gods? For us?"

"It's Lady Celestine who delivered our savior! I knew she wouldn't abandon us!"

While several people within the crowd chattered about this new revelation, Celestine recalled that moment when she and Thorson talked within a white void, when their minds were linked for the first time, when her desperate pleas brought forth the Dragonborn towards Serenus.

"There is more." Thorson raised his hand once more, quieting the murmuring crowd.

"Hours ago, as a storm raged above Ken's skies, I offered both Celestine and Alicia an opportunity to teleport to my homeland for their own safety." He continued whilst glancing towards the High Elf next to him. "But your queen, fearing of everyone's wellbeing after my assault, convinced me to remain here. Willing to lend aid to each and one of you all, no matter what."

"I knew she wouldn't leave us behind." The crowd murmured, some even giving the queen sympathetic and grateful looks.

The Nord continued. "Celestine couldn't abandon her people after all that happened. And she wished to see what she could do to help you all, not caring about her own wellbeing and safety."

He then glanced towards Celestine for a moment. "If you ask me, she's someone worth following." Thorson stated with conviction. "And believe me, as someone who served several prominent lords and ladies, I can say that she's an exceptional and caring individual.

A gentle blush rose on Celestine's cheeks as she heard the Dragonborn's words.

"A queen who cares deeply about her people, even willing to help them in any way she can, even when they turned their backs on her." Thorson ended with another smile towards Celestine who's eyes began filling with tears. She found solace and encouragement in what the Dragonborn just said, feeling a renewed sense of warmth within her heart.

"This man speaks true." A male voice nearby voiced out.

It was Nostos, the blacksmith, who spoke up in defense of the fallen queen.

"She risked her life, stood in front of me and several other families after we…" Nostos's joined in, briefly looking at the tall Nord whom he foolishly tried to threaten during their first encounter. "…Wrongfully accused this man of being a heartless monster… And as we would face our demise at his hands, Celestine immediately shielded and protected me and several families whilst trying to calm Sir Thorson down."

Then more voices joined in, this time, families who witnessed their queen tending to the injured women personally.

"Her Grace and Princess Alicia tended to my dearest wife, healed her." A father's voice added before people joined. "Same for our two daughters. They are safe at home now thanks to their actions!"

As Ken's gathered population continued discussing what they witnessed on their end, Thorson also gently placed a hand on Alicia's shoulder, standing protectively between both blonde women as he made another announcement in a more assertive tone to those around him. Alicia, meanwhile tensed slightly after feeling Thorson's hand touching her shoulder.

"We can discuss the details in the coming days, but let me give some closing words before continuing; No matter what some of you think, the Divines and I believe in both Celestine's and Alicia's innocence in this matter!"

Alicia and Celestine exchanged sideways glances after hearing Thorson's declaration, with the latter feeling secure and at ease enough to show a faint smile towards her human friend, reassuring the blonde knight that everything will be alright.

---

Remaining silent, the two elven healers, Anane and Ceeri also overheard everything that had been said by their savior, including that the 'Traitor Queen', Celestine, had the support of one of the ancient spirits, the 'Aedra', if they would believe every word Thorson spoke.

Whatever the truth may be, after everything the freed elves have seen and experienced today, both them and their fellow elven kin would have many questions for the Nord man from Tamriel, especially about his true nature and the what he knew about these Aedric and Daedric spirits.

---

Nearby, Durnehviir also overheard every word spoken by his fellow Dov.

"Ful… Deyra Kulaan. Daedric spirits." The elves nearby heard the tattered dragon speak to himself, unable to understand certain parts of the beast's strange language.

"A challenge worthy, Belaan, of the Dovahkiin, the Qahnaarin." Durnehviir continued, his tone betraying his eagerness to witness such a confrontation or perhaps to assist the Dragonborn.

Those elves near the dragon began chattering amongst themselves about what they just heard while others continued staring at their savior as he addressed the large group of humans, most of them Dark Elves.

---

"So, what happens to us and the city now?" Everyone present heard this from an elderly couple, worry and weariness auditable in their voices. "Vult will surely come back for us if he's escaped. What if the brings his entire army?"

The Dragonborn expected that this question would be asked at some point; now the Nord needed to reassure these people that they would be safe and share what he had planned for the next coming days.

"I have no intention of abandoning you all." The Nord declared before walking towards the crowd again. "For now, my dragon allies will watch over the city while we focus first on restoring peace within and tend to those who still need our help."

The Dragonborn then turned towards the knight sergeant who, with a few of his men, kept watch over the area while he talked to Ken's anxious population.

Before continuing, Thorson gestured towards the Eostian knight.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll also start coordinating Aurelian and his men. Ensure the city is prepared for a potential counterattack." He informed the crowd. "As someone who knows this city and its people better than me, I trust Sir Aurelian will do whatever is needed to protect its people tonight and keep the peace."

"You can count on me, Dragonborn!" The eager sounding knight affirmed with a salute. "My boys and I know what to do! We make sure everyone can rest at ease!"

The Dragonborn nodded before turning his attention towards the gathered population.

"After that, we will plan our move to liberate those outside these walls, where I also fully intend to personally take the fight to Vult and those allied with them.

Slowly but assuredly, the words spoken by Thorson seemed to bring about a noticeable change to the city's inhabitants, easing the tense atmosphere in the plaza.

"Rest assured, people of Ken," The Nord placed his right hand over his heart. "I swear by the Divines I'll do whatever I can to free the rest of your nation and protect your city, your loved ones, from Vult and his forces."

The Nord then looked around.

"But I can't do it alone." Thorson said. "I'll need everyone's help against Vult and his forces."

The Dragonborn could hear some chattering, but he continued. "While I can fight entire armies by myself, heal the sick and the injured." The Dragonborn solemnly declared before looking to his right. "I'm still one man."

The crowd was filled with lingering questions and doubts. Was their liberator telling the truth or was it mere boasting?

"Entire armies? What, how? Alone?" A few Eostians exclaimed out loud while others reminded them about the feats their liberator displayed hours before.

"You've seen what he'd done before. I believe him."

Thorson ignored these few comments and continued, this time addressing those behind him.

"For I'm no experienced miner or woodcutter who supplies the city with its materials." Thorson stated before turning left. "Nor a talented carpenter or mason who can construct and repair homes and walls that are needed for protection against invaders and the elements themselves."

"Or someone knowledgeable who knows your community and its people like the traders and guilds within your city." The Nord continued, turning around occasionally to address those around him. "Nor a determined farmer, hunter or fisher who'd provides the city's inhabitants with the essential supplies for its survival."

"Each one of you, each possessing unique skills or ability's who can assist me…" Thorson continued before pausing, "No, your community and the entire nation in its darkest days; you all won't have to face Vult and his forces all alone if we combine our efforts."

The Nord man then looked around, observing the various looks he received. A few still had a mixture of uncertainty and hesitation, while most were clearly motivated by his latest words.

"So, I ask you all, who's willing to join me in freeing your nation? Work together to realize a lasting peace for your fellow man and your children, their future?" Thorson asked the crowd as he paced around, raising his voice, making sure he could be heard by everyone.

"Who's with me or against me? Am I perhaps to face Vult, his mercenaries and his allies alone? Fighting for the city and those outside these walls? For those who still wait for their freedom that may never come? For the many torn families who are waiting for some miracle to happen?"

Silence surrounded the Dragonborn as everyone carefully considered the potential risks to them and their families if they were getting involved.

The Nord noticed this and stopped pacing around. "So, again, who will stand by me, with your fellow neighbors against the darkness that engulfed each and everyone of you? Will you all perhaps be that 'miracle' many outside these wall's desperately beg for? Ready to free your fellow brothers and sisters within this very nation from Vult's grip on their lives?"

Thorson then paused for a moment, turning around to ensure everyone around him heard his next words. "I, for one, will fight for you all, no matter what. I won't let the suffering of those you hold dear continue. Vult and his forces will fall! I swear it by the Divines themselves; and on my life!"

"He won't be alone. He's already done a lot for our family." Several middle-aged individuals exclaimed while others silently nodded their heads in agreement.

"And he has my full support as well." A female voice behind the Dragonborn said, revealing to be Celestine who stepped next to him, followed by Alicia.

"Y-Your Grace?" A few amongst her devoid followers asked out loud after hearing Celestine, a sense of uncertainty still visible on their faces.

"As I've sworn before. This man from Tamriel has my full trust to do whatever it takes to free Eostia and its people." A visibly determined Celestine declared, feeling further emboldened by Thorson's previous words and mere presence. "I won't stand by as our people suffer in these dark times!"

Sounds of chatter amongst Ken's gathered population could be heard, but Eostia's fallen High Queen was not finished.

"I'll do everything within my power to ensure our people's freedom from Vult's grasps." Celestine gave the Nord a quick glance before continuing with fervor. "I won't let these past weeks shackle me again. I won't stop fighting for a better future of Eostia and everyone within!"

Alicia's voice soon followed, equally spurred on by Thorson's and Celestine's words. "As do I, I'll fight with him to ensure our friends and family won't suffer anymore under Vult's cruelty and slavery! I will do my part to rescue them all!"

"Me and my men owe Sir Thorson our lives for freeing us and Lady Celestine!" Aurelian's loud voice then echoed for all to hear. "I, for one, would gladly fight at the Dragonborn's side to rid Eostia of Vult's stain!"

Several cheers could then be heard, this time coming from Celestine's remaining loyal soldiers and knights who were mixed in with the crowd.

"As will I!" One of Aurelian's soldiers exclaimed before another joined. "Same! I can't wait to get my hands on those mercenary scum and turncoats for everything they had done to our queen and her people!"

"The Dragonborn has my sword for him to command! I'll follow him to battle!"

"For Celestine! For the Dragonborn! We fight for Eostia and her people!"

Nostos's voice then could be heard, the blacksmith's tone one of clear anger for the mercenary leader for what he took from him.

"Vult will pay for what he'd done to my son!" The blacksmith shouted for all to hear. "Let us all join Sir Thorson's cause to ensure a future for those still amongst us!"

"Nostos is right! Vult must be brought to justice! For everything! For brainwashing our sons!"

Soon after, more voices from the civilian population joined the growing chorus of support for the Dragonborn.

"I'm willing to fight for my daughter's safety and future. I owe our savior everything for freeing her!" One male voice amongst Ken's civilian population shouted out.

"Me too!" An elderly couple cried out. "Our bones may be old now, but we won't sit down idly and do nothing!"

"For our children!" The cries of other citizens were soon joined by others; loud enough for those within neighboring blocks within the large city to hear.

"He and his dragon's freed our city from Vult's occupation, and he freed our dearest ones!"

"I've been a coward long enough! I'll fight to free my loved one from slavery!"

"Revenge for everything they have put me and my wife through!"

Even those amongst the religious offered their support, mainly from those whose devotion towards Celestine never wavered.

"For The Goddess!"

"We all have seen what our savior has done today! This man has the power to save us all! He's sent by the gods themselves to aid Her Grace!"

"To war! For Celestine's honor!"

"I'll fight too! Death to Vult and his thugs who'd disgraced The Goddess!"

"Death to those who dishonored Her Holiness!"

Soon, thunderous shouts and cheers of support for the Dragonborn and even their fallen queen erupted in the main plaza, demonstrating Ken's renewed and bolstered will to resist Vult's tyranny and to fight for those they cared for.

"We fight to save Eostia, and for those who sacrificed their lives for us in past battle's!" Aurelian's voice thundered with the crowd, further fueling the cries that followed including those from Celestine and especially Alicia next to the Dragonborn.

"Remember the fallen! We can't let their sacrifices be in vain!" A determined Alicia shouted, fueled by her own past experiences.

Celestine then followed with her own. "We are stronger together. Muster your courage and fight! Those dear to you are counting on us all!"

In that moment, lasting several minutes, a large majority of Ken's gathered population seemed united as their various cries filled the plaza again.

"We fight! We will fight with you! We fight with the Dragonborn! For a free Eostia!"

"For Lady Celestine! For the High Queen!"

With the populace now roused to support their liberator and their fallen High Queen, Thorson looked at Celestine and Alicia for their reactions. It looked like they were as inspired as their subjects and looked livelier than before. It would seem that they were, after all, not alone in their fight to reclaim the nation of Eostia and free its people.

Although a majority of the crowd supported him, Ken's liberator couldn't escape the hateful glares of a few families who, despite their sons' actions in joining Vult and also causing immense suffering, still held him responsible for their deaths. A familiar and understandable sight for the Dragonborn who'd fought and finished a civil war not too long ago.

Thus, he raised his hand again, urging everyone near him to give him a moment to speak again.

With the plaza silent once more, Thorson moved several steps forward again to address the gathered population.

"I thank you all for your support and trust in me," Thorson's voice softened compared to his previous speech, "but I know that many among you still have many questions for me or even doubt my intentions."

The tall Nord then turned around, addressing the citizens behind him. "These are for me to answer in the next coming days. Questions I'm willing to answer." Thorson continued, emphasizing those last words as he tried to convince Ken's people of his benign intentions.

"But now, get some rest, please. Be with those who were affected by Vult and his men. Your children, loved ones and even fellow neighbors will need your support; the next days will still be challenging for most among you, for those we all wish to safeguard."

The Nord paused before placing his hand over his heart again. "Know that I'm also sorry for those who lost their loved ones at my hands, but I can't undo what I've done…" A sincere sounding Thorson apologized before taking a deep breath.

"So, I won't be stopping you from mourning in your own way. I'll at least make sure you can do so in peace." Thorson said before pausing again to look towards the blacksmith. "I've also sworn that I'll be more considerate in the future, giving others in future battles a better chance to surrender peacefully."

Nostos affirmed Thorson's promise. "He speaks true about that." He informed the crowd.

After giving the blacksmith a nod, Thorson ended his speech sincerely. "Now please, go. Get your rest, be with your children, and comfort them."

From that moment, the large crowd slowly began to disperse, most returning to their homes and loved ones, whilst a few families remained, staring intensely at the Nord man.

"And what about my son? That won't bring back my boy." Sounds of scoffing and words of anger from a few could be heard. For these parents, some things were impossible to ignore, particularly when it involved the death of their children, regardless of their past actions.

The blacksmith heard this and offered to help to the Nord man.

"Let me talk to them, Sir Thorson." Nostos said to Thorson before staring towards several of the grieving families." I know some of them, and the pain they experience now…"

"Are you sure?" Thorson asked the elderly Eostian, his voice dripped with concern for the man's mental wellbeing after all that transpired. "Isn't this too much for you?"

Nostos waved the Nord off as he began walking forward. "Don't worry about me. It's the least I can do to repent after all my son's past actions…"

"Don't take it hard on yourself, Nostos. You and the others are not solely to blame for what happened to your children." Thorson responded emphatically. "But know that I'm here if you or anyone else need my help."

"I know… Thank you…"The blacksmith replied before turning towards Celestine who also overheard their conversation. The elderly man hadn't forgotten what the fallen queen had done moments ago, saving his life from those thugs, even after everything he'd said to her hours ago.

"And thank you… Your Highness…" Nostos simply thanked the High Elf. "For saving me…"

Celestine walked towards both men, stopping next to Thorson before giving the elderly man a faint smile. "Anything for my people. Please take care of yourself."

"Yes, be safe." Thorson added afterwards. "May Lady Mara watch over you and your wife through your hardships."

Not fulling understand who this 'Mara' may be, the blacksmith just gave both elf and man a single bow of his head before walking towards several of the affected families, calling out and beckoning to them to come to him.

From a distance, Thorson observed Nostos and several disgruntled families assembling before the blacksmith began to talk to them.

"May Her Benevolence watch over them too, keep them all safe…" Celestine heard the Nord muttering whilst placing a balled hand over his chest, as if something was hidden under his robes.

Following his example, the High Elf also observed the blacksmith, and those gathered around him but said nothing as other thoughts occupied her mind.

After a few minutes, as the crowd dispersed, both heard a familiar voice.

"Once again, another fine speech, Sir Thorson." Aurelian's voice reached both Thorson's and Celestine's ears as he walked towards them. "Seems you'd managed to calm everyone down while also rallying many to your cause."

The Nord faced Aurelian who was positioned left of Celestine with several of his men, while Alicia stood on the High Elf's right.

"I just told them the truth, reminded them of their current reality." Thorson stated with a faint smile on his face, "And after all that happened today, I also gave those desperate the needed reassurance that they will be protected from Vult."

Thorson received a few nods from Aurelian and his men whilst Alicia and Celestine looked on.

"Besides, I can't take all the credit for everything. Your own voices also helped convince many." The Dragonborn said before letting out a slight chuckle. "And some of my words and inspiration behind them came from previous commanding officers and Jarls I served under."

While not fully understand what a 'Jarl' was, it was clear for the Eostian's present that it must be someone that held some authority within Thorson's homeland.

"Well, your powers and your dragons helping us also helped, I'm sure." One of Aurelian's knights eagerly added. "I, for one can't wait to see more of your abilities in action when we have a go at Vult's boys!"

"Not only that." Celestine said as she walked closer to Thorson with a small smile visible on her lips.

"It's also what you've done for Ken's people today. Freeing the city and its people, and your selfless and diligent healing of the injured." The High Elf said before gently taking hold of both Thorson's hands. "Your actions today make this all possible. You freed us all from Vult's grip. Because of this, many of my people are now willing to stand by you."

Celestine paused for a moment. "Your presence gave us all hope, Dragonborn."

Alicia nodded at Celestine's words before staring at Thorson, observing his reaction while occasionally glancing towards the High Elf who still held the man's hands.

A sheepish smile graced Thorson's face upon hearing Celestine's praise.

"Lady Celestine, I can't take all the credit for myself. You've all helped the city and its people over the past few hours."

The High Elf's smile widened after hearing his humbling words. "But your arrival started it all. You saved us all, including me."

Celestine's gaze never left Thorson's as she then placed her right hand over her heart.

"If I haven't said it before, I'll do it now. I thank you, 'Son of Auriel', Thorson, for everything. For me and the city." The High Elf thanked Thorson sincerely.

"And you have our thanks as well, from me and my men." Aurelian's voice joined in, waiting for the right time to speak up after witnessing his queen express her sincere gratitude towards the Tamerelian. "Who knows what would have happened to all of us without your arrival."

Laughing, the Nord awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "There's no need, and I think you have already thanked me for all of…"

"Just accept it, my friend." Inigo's voice interrupted Thorson before showing him a toothy grin. "You'd deserve it. No need to be modest all the time, especially after what you've done here."

"Fine…" A moment passed before he gave in to the Khajiit's advice. "I thank you for your kind words. I'm just glad to have come here and freed you all from a grim future, or worse..

A faint sound of faint laughter could be heard around Thorson, including Celestine and Alicia, who appeared to be mildly amused after seeing the Nord's awkward response.

Straightening himself after that, Thorson then turned towards Celestine. "But we should also be grateful for the Divines, for standing by us all today."

Celestine smiled in response before nodding in agreement; remembering that the Aedra also played their role today by temporarily linking her mind with the man in front of her within a vision, long enough to call the Dragonborn to action. Knowing this, the blonde High Elf made a mental note that she would also thank the ancestor spirits properly at a later time.

Alicia meanwhile kept staring at the Nord without saying a word, many thoughts and questions still filling her mind as she kept hearing more about these other god's from Thorson's homeland.

Near the Dragonborn, both elven healers also overheard every word spoken but kept their quiet. Whatever questions Ceeri and Anane had for the Tamerelian, they felt it was not for human ears to overhear, especially when in the presence of the 'traitor queen' herself.

"Whoever these gods of yours may be, I too am grateful for them bringing you here." One of Aurelian's then said, earning him approving nods from his colleagues. "Indeed. You should tell us more about these 'Divines' of yours when you have the time."

"I will." Thorson simply responded with a nod of his head.

"Thank the Divines indeed. Thank Her Benevolence and the Lord of Mercy." The Dragonborn offered silent thanks to both Aedric spirits.

The sounds of footsteps could then be heard nearby as several of Ken's citizens approached Thorson cautiously

"My apologies for overhearing but… A-Are you not a god too?" The Nord man heard them ask. "Aren't you one of these 'Divines' yourself?"

"You are, aren't you?" A tired young man then further asked the Nord, his eyes a mixture of expectation and slight reverence for the man who liberated the city and saved many of their own.

An older couple and a young boy also joined, all three wearing amulets of the same design. "Or are you an avatar of one of these deities? Like Lady Celestine with Goddess Laurentia?"

Hearing this question, Celestine seemed to recoil slightly before retreating into herself, something Thorson also noticed but brushed it aside, judging that it was not the right time to delve into that particular topic.

As a dozen citizens continued asking more questions about their liberator's possible 'divine' nature, Thorson gave the curious Eostian's in front of him a faint smile and raising his hand to stop the flood of questions. The Nord then gave them the same answers he'd given to the elves a few hours ago.

"I can't answer that to the fullest of my abilities, as such a question is also one that many within my homeland often ask within academic and religious circles." The Dragonborn replied before looking towards the stars. "What I know is that I have a special soul within me, one given by the Dragon god of Time, Akatosh, to fulfill a prophecy. To save the world from an ancient threat."

"A prophecy I fulfilled a few years ago." Thorson finished before shifting his gaze to the couple and those gathered around him. "So, what am I really after fulfilling my destiny? What is my fate now and beyond?" He asked out loud before exhaling. "The future holds that answer, I'm afraid."

The Tamerelian then showed the confused Eostian's another smile. "So, it's best to view me as a simple Nord, a healer, a man like you all that has some special gifts granted by some of the Divines, our deity's, …"

"And Daedra…" Thorson's mind added in between before continuing. "… And willing to help those in need wherever I go. Nothing more, nothing less."

Before the curious citizens could ask more questions, the Nord raised his hand again.

"I know many among you want to know more, but like I stated before, I'll answer more later, as I know many among you are tired." His gaze softened as he met the eyes of every Eostian present, some already showing signs of weariness. "So please, get some rest, and may the Divines safeguard you and your loved ones."

Feeling somewhat at ease and having heard what they could get from their liberator, the Eostians near Thorson began their journey home. Some gave the Nord a respectful bow before they left, while a few stepped back to observe him from a distance out of curiosity.

Inigo, noticing things around his friend calming down, approached him.

"So, you need my help with this Vult character and Sanguine, my friend?" The Khajiit questioned the Nord. "Looks like you have another challenge ahead of you."

Thorson looked towards the Khajiit who stepped next to him.

"To be honest, I would welcome any help at this time, Inigo. But haven't you planned to resume your bard studies?" He asked in return. "I heard that some new tutors arrived at the college shortly after I crossed the border into Skyrim."

"Eheheh, thank for your concern, but the college can wait a little longer to witness my 'birth into greatness'." The smiling, dark-furred Khajiit replied before ending with a dramatic flourish. "Especially now that I don't want to miss this chance to do some more good in the world; helping you deal with those monsters for what they'd done to these people."

"Hmph." Thorson smiled while shaking his head; he'd already expected this kind of answer from someone like Inigo, someone who'd always preferred a more active life and still felt that he needed to make up for his past mistakes and choices. "I accept then. I really owe you, Inigo."

The Khajiit laughed again. "Nonsense friend, we always have each other back, no matter what. We have been through many hardships together."

The Eostian's near the Tamerelian pair could then hear a chuckle coming from the tall man.

"Indeed, it seems Nirn insists keeping throwing its problems in our way." Thorson replied while giving his Khajiit companion a firm forearm handshake. "Glad to have you back at my side. And thank you."

---

Back In Geofu, Sanguine, in his human guise, took a moment to reflect after reading his underling's report, about what's written inside describing similar earthquakes and the mass panic that followed afterwards within another part of Eostia, similar to those Radomira experienced here.

"So, his Voice could even be felt from that far way." The Prince said to himself as he reread the report. "Seems the Dragonborn's power has grown considerably since our last encounter."

Sanguine realized that he had to proceed at a more rapid pace. If 'he' is here, then he can soon expect more Aedric involvement and more unwanted visitors from Tamriel, perhaps even more of his fellow Daedra to cause more trouble for the Prince.

The Daedric Prince was not about to let centuries of work on Nirn being ruined by some interlopers.

A moment passed until Sanguine heard footsteps coming from his left, spotting Radomira who'd just finished delivering another crate of drinks and more of his 'unique products' to another of his customers within the city.

The Prince then stopped her as she was about to unload another crate.

"Forget about the others. You'd better move out as soon as possible." Sanguine instructed his underling. "Find that Sigil stone or any trace of it in the south, as you suspected previously. We will talk later."

Radomira turned towards the disguised Prince before nodding, understanding the urgency. But the succubus still had another question on her mind, as she had her doubts about the true location of the Sigil stone ever since being ordered to look for it.

"Master, do you really believe that Olga would hide that thing within enemy territory? I would believe that she would keep it hidden within her own fortress?"

The Prince shook his head. "That Dark Elf may have hidden it anywhere within these lands, knowing what it could unleash." He reasoned. "And I rather not take any risk when Bal's or his minions are also involved in the search. Besides, I have another agent in Vult's group to keep an eye out within that fortress of hers. You should worry about your own task."

Radomira gave another nod in response. Figures her master would have someone working with him within the 'Black Citadel'.

"Any more questions before leaving?" Sanguine asked tiredly. "We still have much to do."

"What about this Dragonborn?" Radomira asked the Daedric Prince, remembering there was another potential threat to her master's plan's. "Perhaps I can…"

"As I said before, leave Meridia's champion to me," Sanguine cut in, shaking his head. "…he's still a man with wants and needs. I'll deal with that mortal in time."

"B-But… I…" She wanted to protest the Prince's decision but held back her words. For a moment, Radomira looked disappointed, but she composed herself, not wanting to show her displeasure to her master.

The succubus just couldn't forget the power she'd sensed hours before, when the environment around her shock violently from that man's 'Voice'. That entire experience had honestly been quite alluring for Radomira; knowing what potential power she could gain to fuel her own. Power that came from someone who seemed closely linked to the gods themselves.

Radomira licked her lips in anticipation as she became excited. "I wonder if I can have a chance for some good 'fun' with him, breaking him piece by piece, corrupting his draconic soul with boundless pleasure before claiming his essence for myself. Perhaps even as a servant for me to 'play' with."

The Tiefling, despite Sanguine's advice, still felt confident in her own skills and magical power to deal with this lone individual, a mortal man, all by herself. But for now, Radomira had to be patient and wait for the opportune moment, perhaps hoping that her master would grant her the chance soon.

Sanguine, meanwhile, could already guess from his underling's current behavior what was going through her mind.

"I know what you think, but now is not the time. You are not ready to face that mortal." The Prince advised Radomira before turning to his left.

Snapping back to reality, the purple-haired woman looked towards Sanguine's human form.

"Just follow my commands and you will have the power and my blessing to claim your own domain of debauchery within these lands under my banner." The Prince reminded Radomira before turning his head to look straight at her. "All these mortals for you to indulge yourself in for eternity; you becoming their 'loving queen'; their 'ultimate goal' in their lives for you to revel in."

The succubus's eyes widened as Radomira remembered all what she could gain by working with the Prince.

"You will wield power to ensnare any mortal, even your fellow Tiefling's." Sanguine continued, carefully observing Radomira's response.

"Master's right, that's all I wanted from the beginning…" Radomira perked up upon hearing her master's words, remembering the Prince's past promises of power. "All that power for myself to revel in. No longer being weak! To show 'them' all! To show 'her'!"

After seeing Radomira's positive response to his words, the Prince seemed satisfied after gaining her full attention again.

"Now go, find that Stone." The Prince again instructed the purple-haired succubus. "I'll remain here and entertain these mortals, clean up the mess that Meridia's champion just made."

She nodded. "Yes, my master." Radomira eagerly acknowledged with a bow before heading inside the covered wagon. And as soon as she began rummaging inside, looking for the supplies needed for her next task, the succubus heard her master's voice again, now sounding more reassured.

"Just be patient. Despite these setbacks, this party is long from over yet; " Sanguine said, "for as long the mortal population here under Vult's rule remains enslaved to their base desires, their excess; we will have unlimited peons for both of us to get what we want."

Radomira then heard a slight chuckle from the Daedric Prince in disguise.

"You'll see, no mortal nor Aedra and fellow Daedra won't stop us from spreading the wonderful feeling of decadence all over this world."

---

"Inigo, may I present, High Queen Celestine Lucross and Princess Alicia Arcturus." Thorson announced after turning his attention towards both Eostian's women. "Both the rightful rulers of these unknown lands we are in now."

Smiling, the Khajiit bowed before the two Eostian royals, who curiously eyed the blue-skinned individual in front of them. "Honored to meet you, your majesties, I'm Inigo, Inigo the Brave, best friend and loyal companion of this 'freak of nature'."

Hearing his friend's humorous opening line, the Nord man rolled his eyes.

"Hilarious, Inigo." Thorson responded dryly. "Already starting with the jabs, huh?"

Celestine meanwhile covered her faint laughter with her hand while Alicia gave the tall Nord a questioning stare after hearing Inigo's last words, as if asking : "Freak of nature?" or "Is he joking?"

"It's a joke. He's just teasing me." Thorson responded after seeing the looks he received from both Eostian women.

The Nord smiled before facing the Khajiit. "But to call me a 'freak' is rich from a 'flea-courier' like yourself. After all, it's really unnatural how many of those things you keep carrying and spreading around one-selves."

The Khajiit's eyes widened a bit defensively as he raised both hands in response to his friend's witful retort.

"Hey now, it isn't 'that' much." Inigo protested playfully. "Besides, I've been trying various alchemic products to thin their numbers these past months."

"Oh?" Thorson responded, tilting his head as if asking his close friend for further clarification. "What for?"

"Aww, you know…" Inigo scratched the back of his neck, hesitating to respond. "I don't want to 'burden' or cause trouble for my fellow classmates."

"That much, heh?" Thorson chuckled upon understanding his friend's reasoning before crossing his arms, feinting mockery. "How considerate of you."

Both Tamerelian men then laughed together; it seemed their playful joking and teasing would never cease soon, even after a year of absence as both went their own ways months after Skyrim's civil war.

Nearby, Celestine couldn't help but to display a smile on her face after hearing both Nord and Khajiit playfully bantering. It sounded like Thorson and Inigo, both individuals from different species, really valued their friendship.

"Pleased to meet you, Sir Inigo." Celestine then joined in before looking towards the Nord man. "But please, there is no need be so formal with me. Not after everything you have done for me."

"As you wish, Lady Celestine." Thorson said, before noticing Celestine's current condition. It seemed fatigue was catching up to the High Elf again.

"How are you holding up? You look quite tired if I may say so." The Nord asked before taking a few steps forward. "Do you need help?"

Celestine shook her head and waved her hand. "No-No, It's alright." She responded. "I think I may have overexerted myself with my magic a moment ago while you were away. I'll manage, don't worry."

The Nord gave Celestine a look that showed some concern but let it slide for the moment. "Alright, just let me know If I can help." Thorson said before turning his attention towards the blonde woman next to Celestine who was still holding onto Dawnbreaker.

The Nord observed that Alicia seemed on guard, occasionally glancing towards the nearby elven group or the nearby healers.

Then, a small group of citizens arrived, escorted by Aurelian and a few men. "Your Highness, I apologize for interrupting, but these citizens wish to talk to you." The knight informed Celestine.

Behind the sergeant, Celestine, Alicia, and Thorson saw a small group composed of several young families and older city residents.

"Your Grace," A few young Eostians bowed towards the High Elf, "We wish to apologize for our previous words…"

"And for ever doubting you…" Another admitted, lowering his head as well.

"And ask a few things, Your Highness." A few among the elderly joined before bowing their heads. "If you wish, of course."

Celestine looked towards the Dragonborn who just gave her a smile. "Go, talk with your people, Lady Celestine." Thorson said. "I'll meanwhile ask Aurelian to escort me and the elven refugees to their temporary shelter."

The Nord then looked towards Alicia who still occasionally glanced at the nearby elves.

"Lady Alicia, do you want to come with us?" He asked the princess with a genuine smile. "I would welcome your company."

"W-Wha…?" The princess blushed, winced, and then quickly regained her composure.

"No! N-No…" Alicia exclaimed before shaking her head. "I-I mean, I would like to but I-I think it's best that I stay here with L-Lady Celestine…" she sputtered out before turning her attention away from the tall Dragonborn.

"Is she avoiding me?" Thorson asked himself after seeing the young woman's reaction but deciding not to push it. "Perhaps there is still something on her mind. Questions for later."

"If you wish." The Nord responded before turning towards the two elven healers nearby who had so far remained inconspicuous.

"Miss Ceeri and Anane; If you want, you can return to your fellow kin and let them know that you and they can stay in the city for now."

The elves exchanged glances before nodding in agreement at the Dragonborn's request.

"As you wish, Sire Brightsong." The Dark Elf named Anane replied with a bow, followed by the Highborn elf doing the same.

"I understand, my 'Tur'. And thank you for everything." Ceeri added before returning to the large group of their fellow elves who seemed to await their arrival, eager to hear what they had witnessed these past moments.

The Nord man maintained a smile on his face as both elves ran towards their kind. Despite his repeated requests against being addressed with titles like "Lord" or any elven equivalent, it seems some persisted, perhaps out of genuine respect or gratitude.

A part of him even didn't seem bothered that much, slightly beginning to appreciate the attention he received.

"As long I don't have to 'lord over them', then it's acceptable…" Thorson's mind reasoned before turning his attention back towards those behind him who overheard his exchange with both elven women.

Thorson immediately noticed Alicia standing in front of Celestine, her watchful eyes still fixed on the distant elves with a guarded look whilst her hand tightly gripped Dawnbreaker's hilt.

Thorson noticed this, slowly putting things together in his mind. "The way she looks… As if she's expecting trouble from 'them'?"

Celestine meanwhile had a look of understanding on her face as the blonde elf looked towards Alicia, as if she knew what was bothering the 'Shield Princess'.

"Are you alright, Lady Alicia?" Thorson asked, surprising the young Arcturus princess again as her eyes met him again for a moment before turning her gaze away.

"I'm fine." Alicia quickly responded before turning the other way with a sigh.

"There is more behind her behavior." The Nord observed before hearing Celestine's voice addressing him.

"Before you go, do you still need anything else from the city?" The High Elf asked the Nord. "Or anything from its people?"

The Nord healer shook his head, snapping back to reality.

"No, nothing at the moment, Lady Celestine. But there will be plenty to do in the coming days." The Nord man replied before turning towards the nearby elves. "But first, me and Aurelian will guide these elven refugees to their temporary shelters, and after that, I escort you and Lady Alicia to Tamriel."

"W-What? Y-Your Highness, a-are you leaving us?" One Eostian within the small group asked anxiously; a question many among them seemed to share after hearing their liberator's last words.

Both the High Elf and Nord first shared a look before Thorson tenderly placed a comforting hand on Celestine's left shoulder, mildly surprising her.

"Go, talk to them. They still need their rightful queen to guide, to comfort them." Thorson said with a reassuring look. "When I return, I still have something planned for Vult and his cronies before ending the night. I'll tell you more after I've helped the elves settle in."

Softly, Celestine put her right hand on Thorson's left arm. "I will, 'Son of Auriel', thank you. We'll be waiting for you." The High Elf smiled before turning towards her human subjects who were waiting for her.

"My dearest, let's first find a place where we can sit down." Celestine suggested, gesturing towards several benches at the edge of Ken's main square as she began to feel the noticeable effects of her growing fatigue. It had been, after all, a long and grueling day for the liberated High Queen and young 'Shield Princess'.

But with the Dragonborn's mere presence, both Eostian women managed to pull through, despite everything they were forced to endure these past weeks combined with everything that had occurred this night.

Thorson, having watched Celestine and Alicia depart with a small escort of knights, turned to Inigo, who looked at him in an amused manner.

Already suspecting the reason behind his friend's grinning, the Nord's eyes briefly looked upwards before walking passed the Khajiit towards Aurelian and a few of his men who were waiting for him. "Let's go."

---

Meanwhile, within the 'Black Citadel', the two imprisoned Dark Elves continued their conversation in relative peace; a brief reprieve and distraction after everything that has transpired ever since their capture and eventual enslavement.

"… And from what she told me, the first years of apprenticeship weren't very easy for her shortly after accepting the invitation; brutal, even. But seeing her being happy with her given role and duties as an acolyte was all worth it."

Chloe then noticed Olga's face turning into hesitation, only letting out a single word before pausing. "B-But…"

Olga's handmaiden could see the change in her mistress' face as she seemed hesitant to continue.

Worried about her, Chloe leaned in closer. "But, what mistress?" The half-elf asked her mistress in a soft tone. "Did something happen to your sister?"

Olga remained unresponsive for a few minutes before Chloe could only hear her muttering a few sentences : "Damned Spirits, how could they… It wasn't her fault…"

Having uttered those last words, Olga fixed her gaze on her handmaiden, who'd just stared at her in concern. "Mere weeks before the ritual, my sister lost it all… banished by our people and the spirits… forced to wander the lands outside Nidavellir…"

The half-elf's eyes widened whilst Olga continued, her voice now one of disbelief coated with anger. "…forced to carry another curse wherever she walked, one given by the spirits themselves…"

"B-B… W-Wha…?" Chloe whispered in disbelief, her mind racing with many questions.

"Banished? Cursed? …By the spirits themselves? What happened to her? Why did they do such a thing to one of their 'chosen'?"

"How, mistress?" A shocked Chloe then asked her mistress, wondering how a Dark Elf of such a high standing could lose so much. Especially one who held such an esteemed role within their society.

Olga stared outside the cell's confinements in a moment of silence, trying to remember the details her sister had shared many years ago when she'd last visited during her crusader against Celestine's humans.

Cloe meanwhile remained silent, not wishing to interrupt Olga's thoughts or cause further distress.

The fallen Dark Elf sorceress then looked at the faded marking on her lower abdomen in further silence, a magical seal that once functioned as a protective ward to safeguard her purity for the future. But now, it was now a mere reminder of her humiliation and loss of her virtue at the hands of the 'Black Beasts' after one of Vult's sorcerers managed to break her purity ward and later sealed away her magic.

And with her sister's memories still fresh in her mind, Olga saw a parallel in her current situation with Mistoria's. One where their future was robbed by the horrors of this very world, either by man, beast or even the damned sprits themselves who turned their backs on both of them.

The fallen Dark Elf's words, laced with spite, could be heard after a brief pause. "It all started when that 'demonic fiend' ambushed my sister within her personal chambers…"

Chloe, meanwhile, listened to every word spoken by the raven-haired Dark Elf.

"…And then mercilessly took away her purity and … her future…"

---

While Celestine and Alicia sat down with a group of Ken's citizens, answering the many questions many had to the best of their abilities; Thorson, his Khajiit companion, Inigo, the Knight-Sergeant Aurelian, and a few of his knights, walked towards the gathered elves who had just finished distributing the supplies that they were given while listening to everything both High Elf and Dark Elf healers were saying to them.

The Nord healer could tell that the mood within the elven group seemed to be more uplifting than before after they received their clothing, food, and even weapons. And as Thorson approached them, several Dark Elves immediately walked towards him, offering their sincere thanks for the much-needed clothes and supplies, while others felt the time was right to thank their savior 'appropriately' for freeing them and arranging their temporary accommodations within the city.

The first to thank the Nord man was a white-haired High Elf, who appeared barely able to contain her excitement. "You have my thanks for what you have done for us, Sire Brightsong!"

"Yes, you helped us when none of these humans within this accursed city would." A Dark Elf next to her added whilst giving the Nord a small bow. "Earth spirits bless you, Lord Dragonborn."

The Nord laughed nervously before scratching his neck. "My pleasure, my lady. But please, it was all nothing and there is no need to call me… Oof!"

Nearby, Inigo, Anane, and Ceeri couldn't help but smile as a young, blonde-haired Dark Elf suddenly hugged the Dragonborn, burying her face in his gray, furred Arch-Mage robe, staining it with her tears.

"My hero! Thank the spirits for freeing me from those monsters!" The elven girl embracing him cried out. "How can I ever repay you? You can ask me anything! I'll do anything for you!"

Red in the face, Thorson was taken aback by what she just said before feeling two soft hands taking hold of his own.

To his left, a tall, white-haired Dark-Elf grasped onto his hand, again surprising an already bewildered Thorson. "I can't ever fully thank you for everything, my Lord." She proclaimed before giving the Nord a warm smile and squeeze of her hand. "If you need anything, my magic is yours to command."

"Same here. My life and my sword are yours." A black-haired Dark Elf with an ebony-colored scabbard on her waist said, tightly holding onto Thorson's other hand. "You've saved me from those slavers, from those human savages. And I won't forget this."

"W-What? N-No… It's not…" Thorson tried to protest before more Dark Elves joined in to voice their gratitude. A part of them would vocalize their reverence for the man who saved them, while a few began similarly began pledging their loyalty to the Dragonborn.

Thorson's discomfort grew as more Dark Elven women swore oaths of allegiance to him, closely resembling a form of 'life debt'. And even though a part of the Dragonborn enjoyed all the attention, the Nord still felt a bit disturbed; these elves he saved today were recently taken away from their homes before ending up in the slave market within 'hostile lands'.

"This doesn't feel right…" Thorson grew worried. He shouldn't become their sole focus in their lives now, shackled by indebtedness, not while they still have their own future to look forward to.

At the back of the group, a few High Elves reacted to Thorson's overwhelming reception from the Dark Elves with embarrassed smiles or head shakes as he struggled to respond. Nearby, another toothy grin spread across Inigo's face as he looked on, while Aurelian and some human Eostians watched the spectacle with wide-eyes.

"Well, my friend, it seems you have a lot of admirers." The Khajiit joked after seeing Thorson bashful look. "Never did I imagine a day when any elf, let alone this many, would praise your mere existence."

Grappling with his current situation, Thorson rolled his eyes after hearing his friend's last words. "Very funny Inigo…"

Though Inigo's jabs at the Nord man seemed humorous, some of the Eostian High Elves nearby looked somewhat curious, wondering if there was something more behind the 'cat-man's words.

Pausing briefly to compose himself, the Nord looked down at the young Dark Elf still clinging to him, weeping words of gratitude.

Gently freeing one hand, Thorson laid it on the crying girl's back.

"I appreciate your words, but there is really no need for all of this." Thorson responded sincerely to the young elf's words before staring at the gathered Dark Elves around him.

"I'm just glad you are all safe." He said sincerely. "And while I appreciate your words of praise and thanks, there is no need to be indebted to me. Really."

Many among the elves, especially the Dark Elves, smiled in return while the girl hugging Thorson let go of him before staring into her savior's eyes with wet eyes. The young woman then gave Thorson a quick peck on the cheek, causing the Nord's face to turn red.

"I don't care, I'll do whatever you want, my Tur, my Lord." The blonde-haired girl responded timidly before stepping back. "I, Elaris Duskmire, swear upon it…" She declared with a slight blush on her wet face.

Sensing an opportunity, a few more Dark Elven women approached the Nord, each began expressing their gratitude to the Dragonborn in their own way while others began offering their allegiance. Meanwhile, most of the gathered elves, including the Highborn, maintaining a respectful distance from the Dragonborn as they thanked him with more restraint, while others shook their heads at the behavior of their fellow "dark sisters" who were quite excited.

"Thank the Spirits themselves for your arrival, for freeing us!" Another young Dark Elf girl thanked her savior as she hugged Thorson from behind, followed by several others who grabbed onto him from all sides.

"Please, if I can help you, just ask. It's the least I can do for everything you've done!"

"The spirits must have sent you to aid us, you must be the one…!"

"It would be my honor to help you with anything you need, Dragonborn."

Now red in the face, Thorson felt increasingly bewildered by all the attention he received combined with the choice of words he heard from a few. But it did not end there as he soon heard another set of voices who were more provocative compared to what he'd just heard.

First, Thorson felt the voluptuous form of a red-haired Dark Elf woman who pushed her way towards him, her body pressing his right arm between her cleavage before hearing her sultry whispers that sent shivers throughout his body.

"I've waited centuries for someone like you, one send by the spirits themselves. I'll gladly serve you… Me, Yhanna, heir of the Nightshade clan… for saving me and my purity from those disguising animals." The tanned elf named Yhanna said before licking her lips and grinning.

Afterwards, an equally curvaceous, blonde-haired Dark Elf did the same, but now from his left. "Allow me, Lady Leana of the noble house of Andaral, to repay you for freeing me from a future of slavery under those humans." The more mature, elegant elf said flirtatiously, leaning heavily onto Thorson whilst showing him a wide smile. "You can ask me for anything. You have earned it, Sire Brightsong."

Bewildered and overwhelmed, Thorson was not sure if what he'd heard was real.

"Sweet, merciful Mara, what have I got myself into… Lady Dibella must be having a laugh now…"

Then, as if the Divines, or just Dibella in particular, had mercy on the Dragonborn's current situation, the shuffling sounds of an approaching dragon could then be heard.

"Qahnaarin… It's Tid…" A deep voice echoed for all the elves to hear, instantly gaining their attention as they saw the fading form of an ancient dragon moving towards the Dragonborn. Seeing this, the Dark Elves who were around Thorson slowly backed away from him, as if sensing a conversation of importance.

After innerly thanking the divines and Durnehviir for his arrival, a semi-composed Thorson turned towards his dragon ally, recognizing that his time on Nirn must be up again.

"Durnehviir, my thanks for keeping an eye on things here. Is it good that I'll re-summon you back later?"

A faint smirk formed on the ancient dragon's face. "Do as you wish, Dovahkinn. It's within your right as the Qahnaarin." Durnehviir replied before fully disappearing from the face of Nirn. "Erei Ruz Tiid. Until next time…"

"Dovahkinn? Qahnaarin? What is that?" A few Dark Elves nearby asked out loud after witnessing Durnehviir's disappearance.

"And where did he go? Is he alright?" A few others now asked the Dragonborn with a measure of concern for the ancient being.

Thorson just smiled at the questioning elves.

"Oh, he's fine. It's just that Durnehviir can't stay within in this realm for all too long since his soul and body are now bound to the 'Soul Cairn'." He explained. "Don't worry, I can bring him forth at a later time. But for now, I'll let him recover."

"This realm? Soul Cairn?" The dragon slayer then heard a few ask out loud before more questions were again thrown his way.

The Nord immediately held up one hand, gently signaling asking the questioning elves to stop for a moment.

"That's a long story, but I'll explain everything at a better time. I promise." Thorson said before turning towards some of the still-incapacitated or recovering elves near him. "For now, we need to see to your accommodation's so you all can get some well-needed rest. You've all earned it."

Thorson's eyes spotted several women still lying on the floor within the center of the elven group; the Nord healer quickly recognized a few among them, elven women who were not part of the imprisoned group and who he and the several others had treated for their critical injuries hours before. Injured young elven girls who were sold as slaves days earlier and left to their fates after their 'masters' died at his hand or perhaps fled during the chaos.

But at least his recent healing efforts and donations of supplies weren't in vain as some of the elven healers made use of it to keep these unconscious girls warm by wrapping them in several layers of blankets.

"How are they?" Thorson stepped forward, asking the several elven healers who vigilantly stood by the still unconscious girls.

A blonde High Elf, one of the few healers who helped him before, looked straight at the Dragonborn after hearing his question. "Except for a few with a mild fever, most are doing alright. But they really need some rest." She informed him.

"And a proper meal as several looked malnourished…" A Dark Elf nearby added, shaking her head in dismissal. "Spirits know how much they suffered at the hands of those human barbarians."

"Alright." Thorson replied before pointing towards the crates near him. "One of those crates we've brought here should contain several restoration potions that help counteract any diseases they may have contracted and speed up their physical recovery."

The Dragonborn turned back towards the healers. "I'll give the necessary information which potions are which after we moved you all to your approved, temporary shelters within the city."

Several among the healer's nodded in understanding. While several among them were confident enough in their abilities, they just couldn't afford to say no to the aid they were given.

After glancing at each of the incapacitated as to check their condition, the Nord turned around and began addressing the group of elves who were watching him.

"Let's move out. Lady Celestine has approved your stay in the city until we can figure out how we can return you all to your homes." Thorson said before gesturing towards Aurelian and his men standing next to him "Me, Inigo and these gentlemen will escort all you to the city's shelters and help you get settled for the night."

"Has she really convinced her people of our stay?" One among the Dark Elves asked both Anane and Ceeri who were nearest to the High Queen and her human subject's discussion moments ago.

Ceeri gave the questioning elf a nod while the Dark Elf next to her further informed her kin.

"It's true." Anane confirmed, "She's ordered her human subject to grant us and every elf here sanctuary."

"Why? How?" A skeptical few Dark Elves turned towards their savior from Tamriel. "What gives? Why help us now?"

"Is it really true?" A Highborn elf then asked the dragon slayer, seeking further confirmation from their savior. "Celestine really agreed to all of this?"

"Yes, I swear by the Divines, she gave permission to her people for your stay here." The Nord man responded with a smile before gesturing towards the crates of supplies. "Come, let's first pack everything up and move to these shelters."

The Dragonborn's words seemed to have spurred the large group of freed elves onward, most just relieved that they weren't left to their fate and in the cold after everything that had happened since being freed from captivity.

Escorted by two Tamerelian men and several Eostian knights, they then marched across the city, observed from afar by its inhabitants. Some Elves, who were adept in magic, used their magic to lift the remaining crates of supplies with them, while others gently levitated several of their previously wounded kin who were wrapped up warmly and still sleeping.

At the back of the crowd, a few High Elves were admonished about that complete debacle when several of their Dark Elven kin surrounded and overwhelmed their savior. Some of the Dark Elves defended their actions, telling their Highborn kin that they were obliged to offer their service to the Nord for what he'd done for them. Others just told the High Elves to mind their own business, while some even taunted them. "What's wrong? Jealous, Highborn?"

Fortunately, a few more rational elves, including the healers who assisted Thorson, stepped in and defused the situation before it got worse, telling their fellow sisters that it was not the right time. With this, a measure of peace within the group was held for now as they followed their savior towards these shelters they were promised.

"So, my friend, what's next? You previously mentioned having plans for the end of tonight." Inigo probed whilst walking next to the Dragonborn.

Also curious after hearing this question; Aurelian, who walked in front, turned his head towards the dragon slayer.

"Yes, what will you do, Sir Thorson?" The Eostian knight asked the Nord, also curious about what the Dragonborn had in store. "Can you use your powers to kill Vult and his allies from here?"

Thorson shook his head after hearing the Eostian's question.

"I'm afraid I'm not experienced enough with the Thu'um to do something like that." He explained. "Besides, I want to give some of them a chance to surrender peacefully whilst they can."

Confused by what they just heard, the knight sergeant and his colleagues looked towards the Nord for further answers.

"I doubt Vult and his men would surrender peacefully, not when they have the entire nation and its people under their control." Aurelian argued.

"Not to mention legions of Olga's monsters as their allies." One of Aurelian's knight added.

"Indeed, they would feel invincible with those hordes of monsters at their side." Another added. "There is no way they would willingly abandon with that amount of power behind them."

A grin appeared on Thorson's face before turning his head towards the Khajiit next to him. "Inigo, you remember what I did during the last Civil War? Every time when we would face any of Ulfric's rebels in combat?"

How could I forget, my friend." Inigo grinned; he already could guess what his Nord friend was planning. "Every time you shouted, you made quite an impression on many. You think this will work again?"

Hearing this, Aurelian felt even more confused after hearing the Khajiit's words.

"Where are you going with this?" A confused Aurelian asked both Tamerelian men.

"It's a long story, but I'll give you the short version." Thorson smiled as he and others around him continued walking towards the city's shelters. "It started roughly two years ago, when my homeland of Skyrim was embroiled in civil war and where I used my powers of the 'Voice' to…"

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After everything that had occurred these past hours, from his attempts to calm down the anxious population of Eostia's capital city, to ensuring the elves temporary stay within the city, and defending both Alicia and Celestine from those accusing them, the renowned dragon slayer from Tamriel still had one last thing to do before ending the night, a move on his part that would affect the minds of many within the nation, especially those who prey on the defenseless.

A tactic similar to what Thorson had used during Skyrim's civil war against Ulfric and his Stormcloaks in an effort to minimize further casualties. A 'first strike' that should shatter the morale of Vult, anyone within his mercenary organization, his human and demon allies, and anyone profiteering from all the suffering.

Another show of force from the formerly 'doom-driven' Dragonborn, a repeat of what he'd done during Skyrim's civil war. A deed that would later be sung by many Nords in the future.

Only this time, it will be on a much grander scale, as it will be felt all over the continent of Serenus.

Woe to those who oppose the Dragonborn, for they'll soon hear this 'Thu'um again, and know fear more intimately within the next coming days.

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Finaly, after several months of busy RL work, I've managed to finish another chapter. This one is longer than usual, so you can view it as a late New Year's gift of mine for those (eagerly) awaiting the next chapter. ;)

While I had prepared a rough draft of this chapter almost half a year ago, my busy work schedule and personal life made things hard for me to commit fully to writing. But I tried to make some slight efforts into writing when I had the time (and motivation).

The next chapter is also almost done, but I can't honestly share a release date. Sufficient to say, the chance is high that I need to recheck the draft multiple times and possibly make changes or rewrite certain parts, costing me more time to release it. But if you want to know when to expect the next chapter, you can always check my profile for chapter updates and progress.

As always, many thanks to those who reviewed/favorited/followed/PM'ed me. It's always nice to see the messages of new followers/fav notifications as I tried to finish this chapter. (I certainly gave myself a bit more motivation to be honest)

To end this AN : If you have any ideas or suggestions for this story, feel free to let me know. I'll also try PM in response to constructive reviews or story-related questions when I have the time.