Description Dragonborn Saga

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     The Dragonborn is a mortal with the blood and soul that of a dragon.

     The Last Dragonborn appeared on the on the Tamriel Continent in the world of Nirn to slay the World Eater 'Alduin' and the other dragons that returned to the world following the events of the Civil War in the Kingdom of Skyrim. His legend also contained...

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     301 El Diablo 1 : The Missing Groom

      [Bloodskal], [Greed], [Razor] and the arsenal in the [Haven Cube]. I am safe to say that I am the most equipped guy on the land. The most interesting thing about my getup is when I infuse [Greed] in it. [Bloodskal] turns into a 3 meters long blade with a scary appearance while [Razor] turns into a very thin needle-sword which a pierce from is a sure kill.

     Even Jull almost cried when she saw [Razor] on me and acted like a child for an hour to make me lend it to her.

     "Who did you kill to get such a nice piece?" Even Wulfur asked.

     "Thankfully, no one."

     This conversation took place on our way to Whiterun from Morthal. We took the very road we once took when we traveled from Riften to Solitude more than two years ago. It felt a bit nostalgic especially when we met another frost troll that we toyed to death.

     We kept traveling lightly for three days until we reached Whiterun once again. The city was very lively and the streets were well-lit as we arrived, the reason was simple, Jon Battle-Born is marrying Olfina Grey-Mane, a joyous occasion that will envelop Whiterun in happiness as the two biggest clans in the city will create a strong bond that will keep them from breaking apart like how things happened in the game. This will ensure Whiterun's stability and the good flow of income in the years yet to come.

     The most common goods that pass through Whiterun are food and grain. According to the Thieves Guild, if an armed conflict was to break out in Skyrim, the prices of food will rise up three times at the most optimistic estimation. Even a neutral hold like Winterhold will be put under a lot of pressure from the Empire that will enforce its laws to demand necessary goods from us. With Whiterun stable, the prices won't shoot up that much as all the trade routes will be secured by the Jarl who won't be on alert of his biggest two clans going for each other's throats when he is not looking.

     Also, I need the Empire and the Stormcloak to focus at Whiterun rather than Winterhold. Whiterun is far more important as the central hold while Winterhold is only a rising hold that won't go on their way.

     Anyway, as we arrived at Whiterun we were received with a grand welcome. The goods of the Dare Dragon Outpost seemed to have left the people with a good impression and many partnerships and investing offers were thrown left and right but that was not the time for business.

     We are having a friend getting married tomorrow and the best way to celebrate that is the grandest tradition of them all…

     "A BACHELOR PARTY!"

     How we did it?

     Well, some things are better kept in secret but here how it was planned.

     We go to Whiterun's bathhouse. We rent it all. Wulf, Battle-Born and I as well as the other gentlemen from the Companions and Winterhold. And then we party like savages.

     Well, that was the plan until we all got drunk and passed out. The next day (day of the wedding), the was groom missing.

     ***

     Questions like 'How on Nirn did this happen?', 'Where is Jon Battle-Born' and 'What should we do now?' were only the beginning of the mess the boys were in. The hangover effect and the dizziness they were in made the matter far worse.

     Jon could handle the situation with a few 'Anti-Hangover Potion' but time is of the essence. The missing groom should be found in one hour or the whole thing will go to waste.

     The notable figures in the scene right now are Jon Dare, Wulfur, Ongeim Scar-Mouth, Farkas and other youth that were friends to either Jon Dare or Jon Battle-Born.

     "What should we do now?"

     "We should look for him."

     "How?... And where?"

     "We are splitting up. One of us go to Whiterun, the others try to pick a trail on him any way possible. I will leave a [Magic Mark] on everyone here and check on you with [Telepathy]. You will hear my voice in your head so don't freak out." Jon made up a solution and everyone went on their way.

     Wulfur headed back to Whiterun and looked for Jon Battle-Born in his home, Workplace and the asked about him in the inns, Ongeim asked outside the City, Farkas as a werewolf tried to pick a scent on Jon Battle-Born but they were all drunk and it was hard to pick a distinctive scent.

     Jon, however, had another idea in mind.

     'What if… he didn't disappear. He was taken!'

     That was the first thing that popped up in Jon's mind and he already teleported himself away once he was separated from the rest, he put on his [Krilon] mask and reshaped [Greed] into a black long trench coat. He then started roaming in the alleyways of Whiterun.

     The first thing he came in contact with was the Thieves Guild operatives. He couldn't use his identity as Jon Dare especially after he attracted the attention of [Storm Fangs] and the [Penitus Oculatus]. He had to knock a few teeth down to get some information on these two organization that have some reasons to kidnap Jon Battle-Born.

     'The suburbs and the pubs in the Plains District.'

     This was what he could find out about the two spy organizations and their hideouts.

     There was not much time left and Jon raided the two places right away but to his disappointment, he found no one there. As he was trying to look for Jon Battle-Born somewhere else, he bumped into the agents from [Team 0].

     "Report!"

     "Who the fuck are you?" But they didn't recognize him because of the mask.

     *Slap*

     "Oh! Hello, Boss."

     "Report!"

     "Yes, Boss. Commander Jullanar and Chief Wulfur were looking for Branch Head Jon Battle-Born too and sent us here. We didn't know we will meet you, Boss."

     "The place is clear. What about you?" Jon said.

     "We intercepted some imperial spies last night when we were guarding the Grey-Mane manor where the ladies were spending the night together."

     "What were they doing?"

     "... They may have thought of contacting the Clan heads when you were not noticing but pushed them back, Boss."

     [Team 0] was taking care of isolating the Imperial and Stormcloak spies and envoys from making contact with the clan heads all that time. Even the official envoys that were sent under protection of the Empire and Windhelm got harassed by [Team 0] in ways that can't disturb the relations of the Dare Dragon Company and the Empire and Jarl Ulfric.

     "Does that mean they made a move on Jon Battle-Born while I was not noticing too?" Jon asked.

     "It is possible, Boss. But yesterday, the Imperial moved on a large scale to not be pushed back."

     "How on Nirn did you block them then?"

     "It was not us, Boss. It was the First Lady."

     "Alina?"

     "Yes, Boss. The First Lady only looked at them and they started trembling and ran away."

     "Oh! Good, keep looking and report to me."

     Jon parted with the agents of [Team 0] and started contacting the other people who were looking for Job Battle-Born by [Telepathy]. It was a negative result on all parts.

     'Just how did this happen… did the land split up and swallow him?'

     The time was running low and only half an hour was remaining. Jon Battle-Born was still missing. The group started to feel anxious and started to move faster and faster attracting attention. Hell, some even started to call out for Jon Battle-Born in a name.

     In the chaotic situation, a hero had to rise and that was…

     "Were you looking for something, Hooman?"

     "Nefertiti… Yes, I was looking for Jon Battle-Born. Can you find him?"

     Nefertiti, who appeared on some barrel in the city beside Jon, sat calmly and licked her paw before answering.

     "Hooman, you are becoming rude. Nothing is lost if meow can't find it."

     "Oh, is that so?"

     "Believe it or not, lesser beings like humans other than you, of course, are not that hard to predict."

     "Oh please be quick."

     "This way, Hooman."

     ***

     "This is… Riverwood."

     Jon and Nefertiti arrived at Riverwood for some reason.

     "Onyx and Midnight said he might be here?" Nefertiti said.

     "Onyx and Marigold?"

     "My friends."

     "Oh… you can introduce us someday."

     "... You want to meet other cats? Hooman, you want to cheat on me?"

     "No no, it is not like that."

     "Just go look for that human and don't waste more time."

     "Oh… thanks."

     Nefertiti disappeared in shadow and Jon started walking towards Riverwood. He felt a bit of nostalgia when he walked in the village as this was his first time arriving here but it resembled the game's version of the village to a frightening degree. Once he found a guard, he asked about Jon Battle-Born.

     "Oh! You mean the 'Chicken Killer'? We caught him red-handed… or rather red-footed. He kicked a chicken when he arrived in the village at dawn and killed it, the people have beaten Oblivion out of him."

     Jon froze in his place.

     "But… but this is… this is his wedding day. Wait! Why is kicking a chicken a crime? Can't he just pay a fine and be set free?"

     "Oh! What are you talking about? He kicked a chicken, how can we let him be? He was lucky that he was drunk and got arrested to be interrogated when he wakes up."

     "... I don't get it at all. I am his friend, can't I just pay the fee and set him free?" Jon was at loss for words.

     "... You are friends with the 'Chicken Killer'? DON'T MOVE! SURRENDER, YOU SCUM! EVERYONE, STOP HIM!"

     The guard turned crazy and pointed his blade at Jon.

     "Whoa! Whoa! What's going on here?" Jon was taken aback.

     "ARREST THE CHICKEN KILLERS!" More guards started flooding from every direction towards Jon who froze in his place.

     'What is going on here?' Jon didn't understand what is going on and tried to calm down the angry mob but his efforts were to waste.

     Some of the guards raised their swords and wanted to strike down Jon. Jon's eyes turned cold and was about to strike back but out of nowhere, a spear appeared in front of Jon and blocked the swords.

     In front of Jon, a strong-looking Redguard Girl wielding a large spear blocked all the sword strikes with a powerful spear whirl and grabbed Jon's hand dragging him away.

     "Wait! What is going on here? Who are you?" Jon was seriously about to lash at everyone and flip all the tables.

     "Name is [Isha]. If you want to save this town and your friend, follow me." The girl said in a Redguard accent and ran towards the woods.

     "Save the town! What is happening?" Jon ran after the girl and asked,

     The girl hid behind a tree after they got far enough from the chasing guards.

     "Sheogorath… Sheogorath happened."

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     302 El Diablo 2 : Isha

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     "So, let's get this straight, your name is Isha, you are a spearmaiden from Hammerfell and you came to Riverwood to rid it from a madness curse that was cast by Sheogorath on the whole town. That curse turned the people of Riverwood into a cult that… worship chickens."

     "Yes. I know how crazy it sounds but it is the truth."

     "You just said it yourself, Sheogorath is involved in the matter so it must be crazy."

     "... Now that you say it that way… you just gotta believe me if you want your friend back."

     Isha sounded confident and Jon sounded doubtful.

     Isha was a Redguard girl with brown hair, eyes and dark skin. On top of that, she had muscular arms and shoulders that showed that she is a warrior invested in strength disregarding her femininity despite her beautiful face that looked way too middle-eastern and made Jon think back of his origins.

     He sighed and shook the naughty thoughts away.

     The two of them were hiding in the forest outside Riverwood as Isha briefed the matter of the town to Jon.

     Jon was still wearing [Greed] as a long trench coat that covered him head to toe and his mask [Krilon] hid his face. He was completely a shady person but Isha was not much better, she held a long spear with a mighty appearance and covered herself with a large cloak and a hood.

     "So, big man. Will you give a hand to rid the village of the curse?"

     "... Call me, Krilon."

     "Krilon? What kind of a name is that?"

     "The name you need to know."

     "... Fine, Krilon. Will you give me a hand or will you stay out of my way?"

     "Tsk, my friend's wedding is about to start. I have only 15 minutes. Can you take away a curse put by Sheogorath in 15 minutes?" Jon asked.

     "Don't ask me. You will ruin my Labour if you acted recklessly around Riverwood right now."

     "Labour?" Jon caught a strange word.

     "None of your business. I am to take away that curse from the town for my sake too, I'd rather be with my tribe for all that I care about right now."

     "Fine, I won't get in your way but you better have a fast way to get my friend out of there." Jon said.

     Isha didn't reply right away, she started thinking and sighed.

     "Look, this needs some time. The Guards keep the troublemakers in a cell under the town wall on the other side of the village. You need to sneak in there and break yourself out, which won't be easy. Once you do that, you need to run as far away from here and return to where your friend's wedding is but something is telling me that all of this will take more than 15 minutes."

     Isha made Jon's problem even more severe but he can just ride an Atronach Hawk or Teleport once he finds Jon Battle-Born. Still, it was hard.

     "Fine, gimme a second."

     Jon turned around and activated Telepathy.

     {Can you guys buy me time?} He called Wulfur, Alina and Jullanar.

     {What is taking you too long?} (Wulfur)

     {Sorry, it will take longer. I have a lead on Battle-Born but it won't be easy to get him out of the trouble he's in.} (Jon)

     {Fine, what do you want us to do?} (Jullanar)

     {Buy me time, distract the whole Whiterun if you can. Be creative and improvise.} (Jon)

     {Usually you are the creative one but I'll try something out.} (Wulfur)

     {Don't worry, Jon. This young lady can distract Skyrim a whole.} (Alina)

     {That's why I love you. Go for it.} (Jon)

     The connection was severed and Jon returned to Isha.

     "What was that?" She asked.

     "I called my friends with [Telepathy] and told them to buy me time. We can have some time now." He said.

     "Telepathy? You are a mage?"

     "Yes."

     "Damn! I thought you were a warrior looking at your size. And now that I look at it, you don't carry a weapon at all."

     "... Yeah, whatever."

     The reason why he doesn't carry weapons is that he keeps them in the [Haven Cube] which is in a ring form on his hand.

     "Now, what should we do?" He asked.

     "Follow me."

     Isha walked inside the forest as she had been for days and she got familiar with the place as the back of her hands. Jon kept looking at Isha, how she moved and how impressive physique is. Even for a girl, she was a bit buff but still appealing to look at.

     The two kept walking inside the forest and could see the town on their right, they went around it and reached the other side immediately.

     "See that town wall, your friend should be locked near it."

     Isha pointed at the southern wall of Riverwood, Jon cast [Scan] to search the place but a lot of unnatural signals were entwined.

     "We need to get closer." Jon said and started sneaking towards the village quietly. Isha followed while trying to be vigilant and the two of them reached inside the village.

     Jon searched again and again but something was wrong and his search was being scattered away once it reaches a certain place.

     "I found something but I am not sure what are we facing. Still, this is the place we should start with." Jon said and pointed at a door in the town wall. Usually, the inside of the wall would be either the barracks or the prison so they didn't need to guess what is that.

     There were two guards positioned on the door, Isha walked forward and pointed out.

     "I'll take them out, you watch my back." She said and her eyes got sharper. Jon didn't say much and only nodded his head.

     Isha kicked the ground and used her spear horizontally to knock out the two guards in one go. Jon was impressed at her speed but he didn't mention anything and just followed.

     The two of them open the door right away and stormed inside, and for their surprise, there was nothing... nothing at all in the cell.

     "How... how could this be?" Jon was positive that he will find something but there was nothing. Isha looked at Jon and questioned him but he only started looking around. He used his magic once again and found that the place itself has a unique ability to disperse the magic energy. Jon couldn't understand why but he was sure there's a secret about this place yet there was no time to investigate more, his friend needed to be found first.

     "Is there any other place we can look into?" He asked.

     "I have some places in mind… but these are all residential houses, it will be hard to find your friend there."

     "Let's go anyway."

     The two left the empty cell and snuck between the houses and the farms looking for any trace of Jon Battle-Born.

     "You said you saw him coming, right?" Jon asked.

     "I did, it was a bit after dawn and he was drunk. How in the world did someone cross the forest this drunk without being sniffed by wolves."

     "Believe me, you watch be surprised if you know what drunken Nords can do." Jon spoke out of the experience.

     "So… what is the story with Riverwood?" Jon asked.

     "I am not sure. I was tasked to rid the village from the curse of madness and so I came and started to look around."

     "Tasked by who?"

     "None of your business." Isha became annoyed once Jon dug deeper.

     "... You mentioned something about a 'Labour', is that it? Something like a secret mission or…"

     "I really hate questions." Isha said and glared at Jon.

     "... Wow! It has been a while since I got rejected this bad and by a girl at that." Jon shook his head and minded his business.

     "You think you are some sort of a charmer?" Isha said with cold eyes.

     "Of course, my only redeeming quality is my looks… even though I am hiding it for a good reason."

     "Yeah yeah, Mr. Womanizer."

     "What you don't believe me?"

     "Womanizers die young so watch for your head, pretty boy."

     "Huh? I don't think a muscle brain like you would know any womanizer to begin with, ever heard of Don Juan?"

     "No."

     "Casanova?"

     "No."

     "Jon Dare?"

     "No."

     "Then how on Nirn do you claim that womanizers die young."

     "Are we going to argue or look for your friend?"

     "... Oh! Sorry, I got carried away for my kind. So, what about the town?"

     Isha was baffled by the rapid change of Jon's mood but only sighed. Even though she is a weirdo herself, she doesn't like tall and manly weirdos like Jon, her preferences would baffle even Jon but that's in the far future.

     "The town was cursed by Sheogorath for some reason and the people now worship chickens. The thing is, they didn't lose their minds completely and still treat chickens as normal farm animals which didn't attract any attention, but things change completely if an outsider hurt a chicken."

     Jon wasn't sure how to react. He didn't want to think of it at first but he remembered something from the game. Most of the player who plays 'TESV: Skyrim' for the first time come across Riverwood as the first settlement and there are chickens roaming around the street. Most of the player gets curious and kill the chicken for some weird and twisted reason but they would never foresee the consequences of that action. The whole damn Riverwood would go nuts and try to murder those players. Some said it is a bug and others said it is a joke made by the game creators but Jon didn't think that a Daedric Prince would be behind the scenes here.

     Jon looked at Isha and spoke.

     "How do you plan on breaking the curse, then?"

     "I am not sure yet. I am still investigating the matter and there is a serious lack of leads. There is no center for the curse and there is no agent for Sheogorath around."

     "Strange! So you're saying that other than the behavior of the villagers, nothing else is out of place?"

     "I have been here for a week and I assure you that there is none. If only I could figure out what reason did Sheogorath have to curse the damn village, I would have done it already."

     Isha's tone sounded desperate but Jon couldn't be the herald of good news.

     "... I am not sure how to tell you this but as a member of the College of Winterhold, I have an idea or two regarding the Daedra."

     "You have?"

     "I do but I am afraid it is not what you want to hear… you see, Sheogorath is the manifestation of Chaos and the Good of Madness. Daedric Princes are the forces of nature they represent in the image of a person. Sheogorath is madness and madness is Sheogorath…"

     "Get to the point!" Isha urged Jon.

     "Sigh! The point is… there is no reason behind the actions of the Mad God, he is just screwing around to laugh at mortals."

     "... What? What kind of… how twisted is… how can that be? Then how can I… how am I supposed to finish my Labour?"

     Isha sat on the ground and held her head. The word 'Labour' was something like her trigger and Jon didn't want to treat the matter carelessly.

     "To be frank, I am a Mystic and an Enchanter but a member of my family is the best Daedraologist in the land. Still, I have never heard the mention the word 'Labour' before? I can help if you explain." Jon's words were sincere and he was really interested in a term he didn't know.

     Isha looked up to Jon and her head seemed to have come to a conclusion.

     "Maybe… maybe you are right, Nord. I am indeed in a predicament and maybe 'Tall Papa' sent you in my way." Isha said.

     [A/n: Tall Papa is Ruptga, the Chief of the Redguard Pantheon. He is called 'Papa' because he fathered most of the lesser spirits and 'Tall' because he was so enormous that he stuck the stars on the sky. A very different pantheon that we didn't talk about yet.]

     "Okay… I am listening."

     "I was tasked by a 'Prophet' to come here to redeem myself. There is a long story of why I had to do the task but I think you are in a hurry to save your friend."

     "Yes."

     "Then this is what I found out. The people here are waiting for the emergence of an entity they call 'El Diablo' that will…"

     "Wait wait wait wait… El Diablo?"

     "... Yes, you have heard of the word before?"

     "Yes…" Jon was even more baffled than before.

     Why does such a word exist in this world? He thought.

     "I think it means the Devil." He said.

     "Devil? I am not sure what that is but here's what I know. El Diablo is an entity that has something to do with the chicken worship and it is like a savior or a liberator of some sort. My 'Labour' is to rid the village of the curse by slaying El Diablo. That's all I know." Isha said.

     'Slay El Diablo? What game have I got reincarnated in again?' Jon barely held it in.

     "Okay, explain to me what is 'Labour'?"

     Isha nodded and started talking. Every word she said made the heart of Jon bound like crazy. His eyes widened and cold sweat formed all over his body. The term 'Labour' was far worse than what he ever imagined.

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     303 El Diablo 3 : Welcome to the Isles

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     Jon and Isha were still hiding in the shade of a certain house of Riverwood away from the eyes of the villagers. Isha was looking at Jon whose eyes showed unease behind the mask wondering what happened to him. After she told him about the meaning of the term 'Labour', he almost fainted where he stood and squatted on the ground trying to calm himself.

     "I… I see now. So a 'Labour' is something like that. Now, that I think about it, there was that story called 'The Labours of Hercules'... Fuck! Why does such a disturbing thing make so much sense?!"

     Isha waited for Jon to calm down, he even used [Telepathy] and told his people about the situation of Jon Battle-Born asking them to secure more time.

     "Fine, let's get this thing over with." He stood up and started looking around.

     "What are you planning on doing?"

     "Figure out what to do." Jon said and came to a fast conclusion. "We need to find a clue of any sort of any energy traces left by the Daedra."

     "Can you do it?"

     "It should be easy but this is a big deal so I need an expert, and I know just the girl."

     Jon called out for his most trustworthy friend. The shade they were hiding in started to come to life and a black cat appeared.

     "Hooman, I feel like you can't do anything without my involvement these days." Nefertiti walked towards Jon and Isha and jumped on a haystack to reach a higher level.

     "..." Isha was looking at the black cat and tightened the grip on her spear.

     "What are you?" She felt threatened by Nefertiti for some reason.

     "Shush!" Jon hushed both girls as a guard was passing by then let them again.

     "Nefertiti, Isha. Isha, Nefertiti. Introductions over. You, take a human form."

     Jon cut to the chase and Nefertiti turned into her human form.

     "She is my companion and familiar but as you can tell, she is way too absurd for normal taste."

     Isha listened to Jon and looked at the Gothic Lolita-like girl that appeared from the cat. Her head started spinning from the inside but she managed to hang on to a thin thread of sanity.

     'A chicken worshipping village and a cat that can talk and turn into a human. The Chief told me that Skyrim is weird but not that weird.' She thought.

     Jon didn't have time to make a detailed introduction and spoke right away.

     "I want you to personally search the village for any Daedric presences. We don't have much time so hurry up."

     "It's alright, Hooman. I can do it."

     As she said so, multiple Shadow Atronachs were summoned by her in the form of black cats and started running around the village.

     Isha was holding her spear nervously while looking at Nefertiti, Jon was looking around too but his eyes got fixed on Isha's spear and tilted his head.

     'That spear… I feel like I've seen it before!' He thought about it but couldn't remember anything. The Spear had a mighty appearance with a trident-like blade but more shaped into a spear, the shaft was made of a black metal that had some resemblance to ebony.

     "Good spear." Jon said.

     Isha turned to him and nodded.

     "Indeed it is. Shame it doesn't belong to me."

     "It doesn't?"

     "Yeah, it is the key part of my Labours. All those who carry on with a Labour must wield a mighty weapon."

     "... I see."

     Jon wanted to ask more but the word 'Labour' made him feel uncomfortable. The story that Isha told him made his skin crawl.

     "Found it!" Nefertiti's voice broke Jon's line of thoughts.

     "Where?"

     "This way."

     Nefertiti led Jon and Isha back towards the South and ended up at the cell under the village wall. The guards Isha knocked out were still unconscious.

     "Back here again?" Isha asked.

     "As I thought, something is wrong with this place. But I thought there is some interference..." Jon started thinking once he stepped back into the cell.

     "Hooman, there is a strong foul presence here. You should be careful." Nefertiti explained as she got closer to him wary about her surroundings.

     "Foul presence? I don't feel anything." Isha said.

     "I don't think I feel anything foul too but this place has a unique... way in handling Magicka. But if Nefertiti said foul then..." Jon spoke and gulped, "This change in Magicka, this Foulness that Nefertiti feels, we had past experience with something similar."

     The air around Jon became heavy once he thought of that day.

     "What thing was that?" Isha asked.

     "A Realm of Oblivion."

     ***

     Jon and Isha were looking at each other firmly.

     "So... we need to get there?"

     "This is your only lead after a fruitless week. I am not sure what's on the other side but you should get ready."

     "... Let's do it, then."

     They came to an agreement and Jon got to work.

     The cell they were in had what Jon calls an 'Oblivion Rift'. Much similar to the Nightmare Incident in Dawnstar when an 'Oblivion Rift' caused the town to be cursed with nightmares, this rift caused Riverwood to be cursed with insanity. Oblivion Rifts need mediums like the [Skull of Corruption] to spread the influence of the Daedra around but that medium seemed to be not physical this time around and to travel through the Oblivion Rift, one needs to be knowledgeable.

     Jon made a few rapid preparations and lift a strong [Magicka Mark] outside the cell in a hidden place then returned once again.

     "I won't say I am ready but I've done all that I can." Jon said and Isha nodded.

     "Well then, here goes nothing."

     Jon walked to the center of the cell and started to resonate his Magicka with the Law of Magicka in the Realm behind the Rift so that he can use magic immediately unlike the time with Quagmire.

     The cell that seemed to be empty and cold to Isha started to feel a bit weird right now. Jon was done with studying the Law of Magicka of the Oblivion Rift and opened his eyes.

     He then took out the [Skeleton Key] from the cube and connected it to his Magicka and to the Oblivion Rift without Isha noticing and established a link. A keyhole formed and Jon passed the key through it then...

     *click*

     ... changes started to happen.

     The quite and empty room now had a strange glowing orb of unstable Magicka floating in the middle. A massive chunk of Magicka disappeared from Jon's Energy Center just to create that Portal with the [Skeleton Key].

     "Whoa!" Isha surely didn't see such a thing coming. A magic phenomenon like none she ever saw before.

     "This portal will take us to where we should go."

     "This thing? Where?"

     "Damn if I know."

     Jon offered a hand to Isha and looked at her. The latter felt a bit uneasy but she cursed aloud and took his hand in the end. The two walked through the portal.

     ***

     The other side of the portal was a little bit peaceful and a bit weirder. Jon didn't know the place but he looked behind him to talk to Isha.

     "... Fuck!" He couldn't help but curse.

     Unlike [Teleport] and [Gate] spells, [Portal] is way too obscure and people traveling with portals may appear in different locations. This seemed to be the case as Isha was nowhere to be seen.

     "Hooman, this place is weird." Nefertiti popped out from shadow and sat on Jon's shoulder. She doesn't stick this close unless she is worried.

     "No worries, I left a safety way out just in case." Jon assured her and started looking around this weird place.

     He was atop of a hill and there was well-made road under his feet, he checked the structure but didn't sound Nordic. Even looking at the strange weather around him that felt like Falkreath in midsummer when the folk harvests the forest berries and make juices with strong scent… it was a bit odd yet somehow familiar. Jon didn't want to admit it at first but he felt that he knew where he is.

     He walked down the small hill he was on and passed some ruins that didn't resemble any civilization on Tamriel. Just a few steps forward and something jumped at him.

     Avoiding the danger nimbly, Jon unleashed his Magicka and called for the Flame Magic burning whatever jumped towards him to a fine ash. Another creature came towards him but to his curiosity, Jon didn't attack and cast [Bind] on the creature to see what that was.

     It was something like a Frog-Man in primitive gear, Jon didn't need an encyclopedia to recognize the name of the creature.

     "A Grummite." Jon said to himself. He was now sure where he is.

     A few steps away from the Grummite, Jon went out of the rocky area and started to see the unique landscape of the realm that looked like strange spiky rocks growing from the ground and vegetation grew on it, a completely alien realm.

     He conjured a Flame Atronach Horse and sent a few flying Owl Familiars to scout the areas around him then started riding with the road.

     An hour passed and Jon finally arrived at a strange town the grew under some giant roots of strange trees with wooden trunks and mushroom heads, the place seemed to be ruined and deserted with no sign of human activity at all.

     A few monsters started appearing here and there from Grummites to the Baliwogs which are some horrible small monster that looks like a fish and a frog with four limbs. There were even the Elytra which are large mantic-like monsters.

     Jon's policy was simple, kill the filth from afar by the incredible amount of Magicka he possesses. Even though he depleted a lot to come to this realm, he still carries a large reserve of potion in the Cube. The sound of explosions drew more monsters but Jon only levitated in the air and poured death from above. Once the stench of death scared away the monsters and sent them escaping, Jon landed in beside a small lake amidst the ruined town to take a breath.

     But once his land touched the ground, a strange voice came.

     "Ouch ouch ouch, ya're steppin on me leg, not the leg… it's me favorite, ya wanker. ouch ouch!"

     The strange voice made Jon jump away back in the air.

     "Who's there?"

     "Sheesh, look what've ya done, you crazy wanker… a bloke like you can be squished with my pincers, I tell you that!"

     "..."

     Jon was utterly speechless of what emerged from the lake side.

     "Hooman… is that… a talking mudcrab?"

     "Bloody Oblivion! A talkin cat?"

     In front of Jon and Nefertiti, there was a mudcrab… a larger than the average talking mudcrab.

     "Why is it here?" Jon asked himself while looking at the mudcrab in wonder. He saw that creature before in a previous game called 'Morrowind' but… it was way too strange to speak to a mudcrab.

     "Whaddaya think? Sheesh. I'm a mudcarb... crab. Shure. A mudcrab. Thas me. Pretty sure. I LOOK like a mudcrab, right? Mush be. Thish IS me talking, right? So? I mush be... A talking mudcrab. And I sells stuff, right? So? I mush be a talking mudcrab merchant. Stands to reason, doesn't it?"

     "... nope!"

     "Name's Bruce by the way! So, you gonna buy shomethin or sit here jawin all day"

     Jon was working hard on curing his dumbfoundedness and decided to give up.

     "A Nord Man, long blonde hair and talkative, kinda brash and laughs loudly, his name is Jon Battle-Born, did he pass from here?"

     "Wait… If it's rumors ya seek, then you have to pay first. A Nord by? Nah! Na words here! But somethin is tellin me ya looking for a sheila, brown hair, big arms, scary stare." The mudcrab talked and waved its pincers around.

     "Wait! You mean Isha?"

     "That's the one. She wanted to know how to go forward and where to find a large man like ya, didn't have much money on her! But I can tell ya where went… interested?"

     "Yes… what's your price?"

     "Ah! Be generous, ya bloody wanker."

     "Okay, here you go." Jon took out ten Gold Septims.

     "Ah! Shiny! Ya got yourself a deal… The lass went to the graveyard. She asked me about the gates up ahead and the Gatekeeper, I told her she needs a weapon made from the other Gatekeeper and pointed her to the graveyard that way… Of course, if she paid as much as ya, I'd have told her about the Shambles that roam the place."

     The mudcrab said in a proud tone.

     "Oh boy!"

     Jon head started to hurt. Shambles are undead monsters made of bones and tied together with pieces of robes and leather to make some horrifying shapes of undead. He turned around and started walking towards the graveyard that the Mudcrab talked about.

     "Hey… where're ya going. You have some change left, I can give ya anything ya fancy, a brekky, a barbie or a coldie, ya name it. Ya shouldn't go this crook without a coldie, hear me word. I've that Cyrodilic Brandy, fair dinkum tasty… I can fix ya brolly if it started rainin, it rains quite a lot honestly. No wucka's, whatever Bruce sells ya, it'll make ya happy… Ain't sayin? Fine, bugger off, dickhead."

     Jon ignored the mudcrab and sped towards the direction he thought Isha was in. Nefertiti, who was on his shoulder all the time, spoke to him.

     "Where is this place?"

     "Oh! Forgot to tell you. Welcome to the Shivering Isles! This is the Fringe, the doorstep to the realm of Sheogorath and the World of Madness."

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     Strokes of silver gleam were seen in the graveyard of the Fringe. Waves upon waves of undefined skeletal undead creatures were hoarding towards the center of the graveyard where a shadow was hopping left and right while unleashing those silver strokes. One needed a sharp eye to notice that these were the movements of a warrior with great strength and flashy movements while the source of these silver flashes was the metallic gleam of a spear so powerful and domineering.

     Isha and her spear were moving in oneness performing a dance of some flashy strikes taking down all the undead that were attacking from all directions. The wonders didn't end here, when Isha gets cornered, she would use her spear's enchantment and summon a large Storm Atronach that would devastate a few undead creatures before getting overrun by them.

     Jon witnessed the scene from afar as he was landing on the gate of the graveyard. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the movements of the spear and confirmed its identity.

     The [Spear of Bitter Mercy], one of the most terrifying artifacts in the world that is associated with the Daedric Prince Hircine.

     The [Spear of Bitter Mercy] can Conjure a Storm Atronach to aid the wielder, can Reflect all the Damage it blocks, and can Hone the Spearmanship of its wielder to perfection.

     [A/n: I always give the Daedric artifacts three enchantments to make them so the first two are cannon and the third isn't but it's within reason.]

     Still, Jon couldn't say that the Daedra that gave Isha the Labour was Hircine, the spear was once given to the [Nerevarine] by Sheogorath. It is safe to say the Spear was Daedric in Origin but it is not a Weapon of a Daedric Princes. The weapons of the Daedric Princes function just like [Greed] with Jon, they are literal parts of the Daedric Princes just like their Realms and that doesn't apply on the [Spear of Bitter Mercy].

     Still, none of that make the weapon terrifying. What makes it really deadly is its role in the [Wild Hunt] that was said to be able to kill literally anything other than the Daedric Princes but that doesn't mean it can put them to corner. The [Hero of Battlespire], also known as the Apprentice, defeated the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon with that spear in the famed invasion of Battlespire Academy.

     [A/n: Here is another thing. There are two terms called the 'Wild Hunt' in the lore, one is a racial trait of the 'Wood Elves' and the other is a ritual of Hircine.]

     With this spear in the hands of an experienced spearmaiden, possibilities are limitless. Rather than helping, Jon continued to focus on Isha's movement and saw her Aura at work, a yellow Earthly Aura, it gave her both mobility and fortitude combined with the everlasting stamina of Redguards, Isha was a warrior that would make Jon's blood boil to have a match against her.

     Still, that was enough watching for now. Warriors were limited to how much destruction they can cause unlike mages and there were Jon had to shine… literally.

     He combined the magic on his hands and dual casted a strong Adept ranked Sun spell, [Sun Blast]. Much like [Fireball], the Sun spell landed between the Undead Shambles and exploded violently covering everything on the field. Jon didn't even bother about Isha who was in the way and the blast range of the explosions caught her but she was pretty much unharmed. The bombardment continued for almost a minute until Jon made sure that the range was clear for now.

     "Hey there, fancy seeing you again."

     "Krilon! Where were you, you bastard?" Isha was huffing while resting on the spear but she didn't seem angry.

     "Got lost. Took me an hour to reach this place?"

     "An hour?!" Isha was taken aback and gave Jon a strange look. "I have been here for a day."

     "Come again!"

     "I said I have been here for a damn day."

     "A full day?"

     "Yes."

     "... How is that even… only an hour has passed."

     Isha and Jon narrowed their eyes at the same time and felt bad about the situation.

     "You know we are in the Shivering Isles, right?" She said.

     "Yeah, this place is called the Fringe, the testing ground of the isles. We need to pass through the [Gates of Madness] to advance further."

     "You can fly, can't you just go past all that?"

     "Nope, there are binds around the ruined village that force me down. The Lord of the Realm wouldn't think it will be fun, you know."

     "Tsk… we have to do it his way then." Isha clicked her tongue and cursed.

     "You were after the bones of the previous Gatekeeper, right?"

     "So you met the talking mudcrab? That swindler… if I see it again…"

     "Easy, this is Oblivion and we should finish our business swiftly."

     "You are right. There! I found the bones of the Gatekeeper before I got ambushed." Isha pointed towards a direction and led Jon to a large skeleton of a humanoid that doesn't look like any creature one would come across.

     "I saw the Gatekeeper out there and the damn thing terrified me. Will it really work?" Isha asked.

     Jon only nodded. The [Gatekeeper] is a monster that guards the Gates of Madness that leads to the realm of Sheogorath. It was created by the 'Flesh Magic', a sort of Unholy Magic that creates Flesh Atronachs and many other abominations, however, the [Gatekeeper] is officially the worst. Created by Relmyna Verenim, a crazy Dark Elf sorceress who is obsessed with Flesh, the [Gatekeeper] is a gigantic creature constructed from an unnerving collection of body parts and covered in metal with a weapon fused to one of its arms.

     The Skeleton right in front of Jon right now resembled that ugly creature to a large degree. It had a scythe fused in the arm area and metal covering the torso and the neck like a collar.

     Such an abomination would sure give anyone the creeps.

     "The mudcrab said that we need the bones of the previous [Gatekeeper] to defeat the current one but these bones are pretty damn hard. Even my spear won't break them this fast." Isha said.

     "Seriously?" Jon was taken aback but [Krilon] his expressions.

     "Yeah, well, if it is a moving target then the enchantment will work against it."

     "Hmmm, no need to waste time with breaking the bones. We even need to use the bone shards as blades and arrowheads which will take time crafting them, these are good bones too." Jon said.

     "Good bones?!" Isha tilted her head.

     "I have an idea that might not suit your taste but it will save us time." Jon said and cast [Telekinesis] on the bones of the Gatekeeper carrying it in the air and walking back the way they came from.

     "Hey, what will you do? Will you toss this skeleton on the Gatekeeper?" Isha asked.

     "… Now that you mention it, it is way simpler than what I thought of."

     Jon reached the center of the graveyard where tons of bones were piling around after the fight of Isha against the Shambles. He put down the skeleton of the Gatekeeper and started working.

     "What are you doing?" Isha asked.

     "Something awesome… and bad."

     Jon was focused on his work. He took off the scythe-like arm examined before nodding and putting it aside. He then started to examine the bones of the Shambles around and piled up the best bones he could find. After ten minutes of working as fast as he could, he took out a large Black Soul Gem.

     Isha was threatened with the appearance of the Black Soul Gem and looked at Jon while narrowing her eyes. Mages were known to be mad sometimes and honestly, Jon was quite the figure. Isha noticed how he can Levitate and use Telepathy which are by no means some simple spells that even a warrior like her have at least heard about but the appearance of a Black Soul Gem meant that Necromancy is involved in the matter.

     Jon didn't care much about Isha's opinion and took out the [Skull of Corruption]. The evil looking staff that had a horned skull on it was indeed something that made Isha feel the presence of a Daedric Artifact like the one she carries and her eyes widened. Jon didn't spare her a glance and started casting a powerful spell using the [Skull of Corruption] and the Black Soul Gem.

     The bones around the giant skeleton of the Gatekeeper started to shake and move on their own, they all flew towards the giant skeleton and stuck themselves on it. More and more bones moved towards it in rapid succession and a foul aura started to swirl around the giant skeleton. Jon's smile grew wider as his success was finally starting to show its signs and the image in his mind started to take form piece by piece.

     The spell that he cast was none other than [Necro Construct], a spell that originated from the Cult of Worms that worship the King of Worms, Mannimarco. The spell was obtained not too long ago by Jon but he didn't have any good bones to try it on, this time he found a good material.

     During the forming of the Undead he had in mind, he slipped in a 'Magicka Reactor' in the skull of the Gatekeeper and also the old metal collar and chains that were part of its previous form.

     Was a Bone Colossus? Was it a Bone Atronachs? Jon wasn't bothered with the term right now but he couldn't let go of the sudden inspiration he got and had to apply it right away.

     The Undead creature took its final form and started to stand up. It was towering and large, almost 4 meters in height. It was a large humanoid wearing an armor of bones. As it stood up, it put the air of a fearsome beast that sends shivers to anyone who sees it especially when it extended its hand to hold the Scythe-like blade with the order of Jon.

     Its final form was in the shape of an Akaviri Samurai holding a mighty blade. Isha stepped back and gulped on a dry throat. She was so shocked to the point that she forgot how to speak.

     "I say… rather than carrying the bones of the previous Gatekeeper to the current one, let's just make it walk itself."

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     *Thud* *Thud* *Thud*

     It felt a presence comparable to its own. 'It', which was bestowed no face, no eyes, no ears, no nose or anything necessary to feel with, could feel the presence of those who are supposed to stay away of the gates and it must prevent them to not approach in any way possible. That's what it was taught by its mother. It was told to play with them as much as it wants after all.

     But this time, things were a bit complicated. It rotten flesh was receiving the vibe of a strong opponent approaching... no, there was almost four strong presence but the nearest was the most confusing. As much unholiness as its own, this presence was different than any adventurer that came across the Fringe before.

     In front of the [Gates of Madness], two colossal creatures stood face to face. One made of flesh and the other made of bone. One looked like a zombie crawling out from hell with an axe fused to its arm and the other looked like a death knight in a Conical Hat Samurai Armor holding a crude blade. [A/n: Basically, that cool samurai titan from Sucker Punch.]

     The two creations of mad geniuses confirmed the presence of each other and their battle senses heightened. The Gatekeeper stomped the grounded with its large feet waving its left arm with the crude axe fused in it and punching the ground with its right that only had three fingers. The well designed Bone Samurai took the stance Jon installed into him by holding the crude blade with its two hands to the side.

     "Damn I'm good." Jon couldn't help but admire the way he did things.

     "That… that Blade Knight of yours, will it be enough?" Isha, who was following Jon since the beginning, asked in a worried tone.

     "I have faith in my craft. Even though I didn't grant it a good weapon or a name, I put a recovery enchantment powered by a 'Magicka Reactor'. This is a golem more than an undead."

     "…" Isha was feeling conflicted about the undead.

     Jon noticed that and spoke.

     "Please! This is not Mundus… we are in Oblivion, if we don't take every opportunity to survive, we won't make it. I have been to two Oblivion realms before and you will never find better soldiers than the undead to go through them." Jon said as he remembered his experiences in [Apocrypha] and [Quagmire].

     "Seriously who are you, Krilon?"

     Jon giggled and didn't reply as the fight was about to start.

     The Gatekeeper stepped forward with its unmatched legs waved it axe arm at the Bone Samurai, the latter didn't dally and avoided casually and countered with an upper slash that clashed with the metal binds around the body of the Gatekeeper making a metallic cling and sparks go everywhere.

     The two gigantic creatures went in another clash with their weapons but a problem appeared, the Gatekeeper was heavier than the Bone Samurai and it could push it by just a ram.

     "Oh! I see."

     Jon noticed the shortcoming and started giving new commands to the Bone Samurai and its movement started to change. It became faster and more nimble as it changed its style by using fast attacks and evasive maneuvers to dismantle the Gatekeeper in front of it.

     The Gatekeeper made a big slash with the axe fused in its left and the Bone Samurai ducked down and moved behind the Gatekeeper while slashing at its side. The Gatekeeper didn't stop and kept the momentum by waving its right fist but the Bone Samurai ducked again and performed the same evasive counterattack on the other side. The movements could be described as that of an experienced fighter.

     "How did it…" Isha started to disregard the nature of the Bone Samurai and focused on its movements then asked Jon.

     "As you know, normal Necromancers are not your best close-quarters fighters. They only rely on the brute strength of their undead. On the other hand, I have experience with Martial Arts so I installed some techniques in Odokuro and it is performing really well."

     "Oh, I see… what did you call it again?"

     "Odokuro, it a Japanese… an Akaviri word which means 'Big Skeleton'."

     [A/n: Named after a Yokai by the same name which is a skeletal titan made of the bones of those who died in starvation or battle without burial.]

     Odokuro was putting the Gatekeeper in a corner as pieces of flesh started to fall from its rotten body. Jon and Isha noticed that there something gleaming tied around the neck of the Gatekeeper.

     "These are the keys to the [Gates of Madness]." Jon said.

     "I'll go get them." Isha said and dashed forward to join the fight.

     "I'll support you." Jon also started to seriously take control of Odokuro.

     The first thing he needed to do was to immobilize the Gatekeeper. Odokuro successfully managed to disarm the Gatekeeper and pin it down long enough for Isha to arrive and cut the chain holding the keys with her spear.

     The Gatekeeper couldn't be trapped for long and it used its brute strength to throw Odokuro away. Isha was still close and she was planning to hold the Gatekeeper until Jon brings Odokuro once again but what they didn't foresee was the Gatekeeper holding to a large rock with one hand throwing it at Isha.

     With no choice but to dodge, Isha jumped to the side only to find that the Gatekeeper was closer and about to stomp on her.

     "Shit!"

     Swearing out loud was the only thing she could do as she covered her head and used her Aura to the best of her ability to endure the coming attack.

     "FUS RO DAH!"

     Yet out of nowhere, a force so domineering and a voice akin to thunder was what answered her expectations. The stomp she waited to crush her down was replaced with a loud thud of the Gatekeeper falling away from her.

     Her head popped up looked at the giant that fell then turned to the source of the voice expecting to see the most terrible beast she ever saw in her lifetime only to meet with the black coated man who accompanied her into the realm of madness, Krilon. His blue eyes were gleaming under his Dragon Priest mask as he raised his hand up and charged a Flame Spell.

     The flame was white ashen and its power was on a whole different level compared to the normal Flame spells.

     "Burn."

     The [Meteor] spell performed by Jon was by no means ordinary. Once the spell was unleashed towards the Gatekeeper, a thundering clash was witnessed and the fire burnt all over the place in front of the gates of madness.

     The thing that was expected the least was the Gatekeeper survive such a spell. Not knowing any pain or fear, the Gatekeeper stood back up while its body was falling apart in and ashen fire eating it piece by piece.

     "Damn!" Jon shook his head while smiling wryly. This Gatekeeper was really durable. He then looked at Isha and spoke.

     "I think you should finish it off. It is all your Labour after all." He carried her up casually.

     Nefertiti jumped down from Jon's shoulder and ran like a black flash to the side away from the fire then her tail abnormally extended and swung twice. With each swing, a [Shadow Boomerang] was shot towards the legs of the Gatekeeper cutting them down. The Gatekeeper fell on its knees crumbling like broken building.

     Isha couldn't be baffled more. She took a deep breath and held her spear tightly and stabbed at the head of the Gatekeeper.

     ***

     Rain poured down from the skies of the Shivering Isles. The Ashen Flame can withstand water and even evaporate it but Jon wasn't really planning on keeping it for much longer so he let the rain put down the fire.

     Nefertiti has long hid in his shadow from the rain she dislikes and Odokuro was sitting in a corner letting the Magicka Reactor it has put it back together.

     "Good job." Jon extended a hand for Isha who was on her resting on the ground.

     "You too." She took his hand and stood up thinking why would a mage possess such a strong grip.

     "Seriously, man. Who are you?" She looked at him and asked.

     He was clearly not an ordinary person. He said he ventured in Oblivion before, he can create bizarre undead and has a cat that can do weird things, his magic is terrifying and his strength as a warrior could be seen through his movements and the commands he gave to Odokuro.

     "Me? Other than being too handsome to let people see my face, I am an avid enchanter and a collector of dangerous stuff. I also possess some mystical abilities that you call magic."

     "… You like showing off, don't you?"

     "Naturally."

     "Fine. Thank you for your support so far."

     "You are welcome but we are not out of the woods yet… actually, we haven't even entered."

     "Seriously? I thought this was the last fight!" Isha almost screamed.

     "Oh! You poor thing." Jon kept the smug act. "We still have to go past the [Gates of Madness] from either Mania or Dementia which means we will go through one of two weird forests that surviving through them is going to be one pain in the ass."

     "…" Isha was on the verge of tears.

     "Thath one way to make a lass cry, ya bastard! Sheesh, Ol' Bruce is here to pat on ya, lass."

     A creepy voice came from behind Jon and Isha. They looked at the mudcrab that appeared out of nowhere with eyes filled with disdain.

     "I guess we found ourselves a meal, Krilon."

     "Don't go there just yet. I doubt a talking mudcrab will taste any good."

     "Ah! Ya get it too, huh? What a nice bloke! Tell ya what, Ol' Bruce will give ya a discount. Told ya it would rain s'arvo, still interested in a brolly. There are no bottle shopth around here for 200 years to warm up in rain."

     "Just shut up." Jon was having a headache from the Mudcrab."

     "Don't go crook on me, thath the leatht I can do. No business would come in theth parts ever since thath guy moved around. Now that you turned it cactus, thingth will change around here."

     "Do you sell any maps for the Mania or Dementia?"

     "I do, I do. Me maps are the best. Got them from a dead bloke trying to run. But read my lips. Ehr, Mouthparts? Read my mouthparts? Shomethin ain't right with Mania and Dementia these days. A lot of feathers and nasty smell. Still going?"

     "Yep, here. I want one of every map you got."

     Jon took out another 10 Gold Septims.

     "Errr, that's will cost ya double that, mate."

     Jon took out 20 more.

     "Ah! That's a fine bloke. Younguns these days are so impatient but you get it." The mudcrab said and started to dig the land beneath it. It buried the coins and wooden box surfaced.

     "Take it, what're ya waitin for."

     Jon took the box and opened it taking our many old pieces of paper.

     "Anything else, mate?" The mudcrab asked.

     "No, bugger off." Jon replied and started to look at the maps.

     "Dickhead!"

     The mudcrab dug in the dirt once again and disappeared.

     Jon kept looking at the maps he got and confirmed that not much has changed from the game previous to 'Skyrim' known as 'Oblivion' other than the scale of the Shivering Isles itself.

     "What are these maps for?" Isha asked.

     "Dementia and Mania. These are the two halves of the Shivering Isles. The northern highlands of Mania reflect the lighthearted side of its ruler's madness. It is similar to Vvardenfell's West Gash region in appearance, with expansive grasslands and huge mushroom trees. Overlook Road passes through the region. The marshy lowlands of Dementia represent the dark and violent side of Sheogorath, and are mostly made up of swamps and forests of dead trees. The Low Road and Pinnacle Road are the two main routes through the region. I am not sure where my friend is but what I want to reach is [New Sheoth], the Capital City of the Realm."

     "So… are we going through Mania?" Isha asked.

     "Quite the opposite. I prefer Dementia. The [Golden Saints] and the residents of Mania are hard to deal with and will drive you insane but the [Dark Seducers] and the residents of Dementia are friendlier yet quite violent. Both realms are like to faces of the same coin. Just the appearance is more colorful in Mania and very gloomy in Dementia. I prefer the gloominess if we ever wanted to escape from trouble, right?"

     Isha didn't agree or disagree. As Jon seemed to have more experience with the Daedric realms, she decided to leave it to Jon.

     She looked at the [Gates of Madness] in front of her and sighed. On the left is the bright Mania and on the right is the scary Dementia.

     Meanwhile, Jon walked towards Odokuro and extended his hand, Magical force acted up and the large Bone Samurai was sucked in the Haven Cube.

     Isha looked at Jon with a stiff face.

     "Dammit, Krilon! Just don't drive me insane before Sheogorath does."

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     Dementia was just as I expected. A realm of ever gloom. The roots of the mushroom trees were entwined in the weirdest of shapes and the land was swampy marshland. One can never expect what might pop out of those marshes.

     Isha and I had to go through the muddy roads and the eerie spots fighting off strange creatures like the ones I've seen in Oblivion and some even new ones. It looks like Sheogorath was a diligent person who is up to date and downloaded all the updates that a Daedric Lord needed for his realm.

     There were the usual Baliwogs (quad-pedal frog-fish), Elytras (giant mantis-ant), Gnarls (crazy looking walking trees), Grummites (frog-man), Scalon (fish-troll), Shambles (undefined skeletal remains tied to each other), skinned hounds (no explanation needed), Flesh Atronachs (patchwork zombies) and finally Hungers (thin-skinned mosquito-like humanoid daedra).

     In additions to the ones I knew, we found a short Daedra with wings and goblin-like face that shoots Fire Bolts. That was an 'Imp'. There were also some crocodile humanoids which were called the 'Daedroth' and some fast-paced dinosaur-like reptiles with a triceratops-like head without horns which are called 'Clannfear'.

     To top that all, there were creatures that I haven't seen before to begin with. Bird-faced humanoids with scary shrieks and dark feathers all over their bodies, larger variants of skinned hounds, annoying monkeys with four arms that do not stop throwing stones.

     "My head… I can't take it anymore."

     My ally and the one that was deeply involved in this mess, Isha was having a hard time on her own. The amount of the monster that kept coming from everywhere put a huge mental burden on her.

     "Keep it together. If you want to rest, I'll find us a place."

     "I. Want. To. Get. Out. Of. Here!"

     She was clearly furious as it seemed that Dementia got to her rather early.

     "We are not that far from 'New Sheoth', the place is much safer than here… I guess."

     "This place really gets to me, Krilon. Did we have to go through here?"

     "Believe me, the road through Dementia is much shorter than the road through Mania and even though the place here makes you mad with anger, fighters like us can handle extreme emotions rather than going through Mania that messes with your mind directly."

     "…" She didn't reply and accepted my explanation as it is.

     Isha is a bit of a fiery one. She is older than me by at least 5 years but I don't think she would notice that. Her short temper was a bit hard to deal with during the road but I could still feel that she is trust worthy.

     The most interesting thing about her is the [Spear of Bitter Mercy] which seems to be related to her 'Labour'. As she explained to me, Labours are ways of redemption that the Daedric Princes uses to force people with strong fate to do their bidding, if that person is to ever refuse the Daedric Lord that oversees the Labour, it won't end well for the Mortal. The Princes mostly don't take actions but it seemed that they promise the champion something in return to the Labour.

     From what Isha said, it is something about her brother that a certain Daedric Prince has forced her to do their bidding but I am not sure what Daedra is that. Most likely it is Hircine because of the spear she has.

     Anyway, the journey continued for a day and there was no sighting of 'New Sheoth' just yet. We camped a few times in some easy to defend areas and I spread some Undead I summoned from the Soul Crain to help guard and defend us. Isha, who was skeptical towards the undead at first, realized how useful they are in situations like that.

     "Don't you have any undead mounts? They can be ridden too, right?"

     "Unfortunately, no. I can teach you a floating spell if you wanted."

     "Nah, thanks."

     I couldn't tell her that I can reshape Atronachs, it is known that I as Jon Dare can reshape Atronachs but I prefer to keep my identity as Krilon clear of that.

     Anyway, on the second day, we finally saw some human-like figures which made us both feel happy but once we got closer, we were met with hostility.

     "Stop right there and identify yourselves."

     A woman, with a dark elven-like skin tone but beautiful human features, stopped us while aiming her spear at us. She was wearing a bikini armor and was really beautiful.

     "What is th… she?" Isha asked.

     "Oh! These are the famed Dark Seducers. The favored servants of Lord Sheogorath." I said things the way the Dark Seducers like and looked at the one in front of me. "Greetings."

     "To you too, mortal. Who are you and what brings you to New Sheoth?" The Dark Seducer's tone grew became a bit friendly after I boated her kind to Isha.

     "I am Krilon the Mage and this spear-maiden is my companion. We are here for an inquiry, looking for a friend who came her recently to bring him back, he is a bit late for his wedding."

     "Did you go past the Gatekeeper?"

     "Yes."

     "Then by the decree of Lord Sheogorath, you are to enter the city of 'New Sheoth'. But please, hands to yourself or we will enforce the law on you. This way."

     The Dark Seducer pointed the way after she gave us a word of welcome… or warning? Whatever.

     "Did she just say 'City'?" Isha asked.

     "Haven't I told you? The capital of this realm is 'New Sheoth'."

     "Yes, you said that."

     "And it is a city of mad people."

     "… Why is that a thing?"

     "Don't know, but it's a magical place."

     "Clearly. And what are those people?"

     "The Dark Seducers? Oh, you can call them the Mazkens too. They are the servants of Sheogorath and the ones that guard the district of Crucible. Just like anything in this realm, they have opposites called the Golden Saints or the Aureals who are the complete opposite of the Seducers from their golden skin to their full armor. You will also find the Mazkens approachable but the Aureals are as haughty as Altmer."

     "Oh! I see. You sure know a lot, Krilon."

     "Thanks."

     Isha and I were getting along well.

     "Just a word of warning, the Dark Seducers and the Golden Saints are feminists."

     "What is that?"

     "I mean that their society is matriarchal where women are superior to men."

     "Wow!"

     Isha's face grew brighter for some reason and she looked back at the Dark Seducer we met with admiration.

     "..."

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     We entered New Sheoth city from the southern gate of Crucible district. The place was as bad as I remember it, gloomy, depressed and smelled worse than Riften itself.

     The amount of population and the scale of the city, however, were a bit out of my calculations. The city was much bigger than what I knew and there were more people… or rather mad people. Funny! The 'Shivering Isles' is also called the 'Asylums' so I want to call them the inmates but that would cause trouble.

     "Where should we go from now?" Isha asked.

     "Shut up, Feminist."

     "… Krilon, you son of a… Fine, I'll go my way." Isha said and walked away.

     "This is the direction of the sewers."

     "…" She froze then turned around obediently.

     What I noticed in the day I accompanied her in was that she is pretty bad with directions. How she made it so far is a mystery on its own.

     "Sigh! Fine, we are going to the center of Crucible first before heading to New Sheoth Palace. I want to ask someone about something."

     I started walking to where I thought I would find a certain place. There were a lot of weird people in the way but taking directions from mad people can be a sort of fun on its own.

     Finally, we arrived at the center of Crucible where it started to resemble the game I knew (Oblivion), there were some parts that looked unfamiliar but I finally found a sign to the place I was looking for, Earil's Mysteries.

     I pushed the door and walked in right away.

     "NO! NO! NO! It was supposed to be still! Why did it move? WHY?"

     I could hear some screams coming from the inside.

     "Hello!" I said out loud.

     "IT IS NOT HELLO! IT IS HELL-O… more like Oh Hell! We are dying, don't you see? We may be already dead!"

     "… Okay!"

     An old high elf appeared from inside the shop we went in, there was a lot of odd stuff in the shop like statues of weird humanoids and strange looking objects that move and stop on its own. There were even items hanged in the air and human parts preserved in jars.

     "A delightfully gloomy place you got here, sir." I said to the High Elf.

     "Oh, thank you, thank y… wait! Are you alive or dead?" He spoke normally then asked a strange question.

     "Well… I was alive once in a different world far away from here then I died and I came here. Either if I am alive or dead is a real mystery. I once met a man who said that we are in a big dream of some entity and we are not real."

     "… Really? This… this is a breakthrough. Tell me, young man, have you ever thought of being put on display?"

     I froze in my place.

     "Every. Single. Day."

     "Oh! Then you are in luck then, I can make that come true! You see, I am a student of the Chronomancy, the Magic of Time Alteration. By using it, I will slow your internal functions until it completely stops…"

     "I will stop you right there, there is no need to put me on display that way, I prefer a theatrical manner if you get my meaning."

     "Oh, what a shame! You'd look just perfect."

     "I know, right?"

     This man truly gets it. 200 years ago, Earil was the same shop keeper of this place, he is a high elf so I didn't think that 200 years will get rid of him anyway. But here when it gets ironic, for a High Elf who may live for thousands of years, Earil is obsessed with time and is trying to stop it so he doesn't age older. That's why he uses the Chronomancy, which is a very rare Magic, to stop himself from aging. A kind of an enigma whose talent drove him insane.

     "Speaking of Chronomancy, I am a student of Mysticism and Ouranomancy, the magic of Space Alteration. I learned that here is where I can find a master of the Time Magic such as yourself to answer some of my questions."

     "Oh! A master of Ouranomancy? How rare! I never heard of anyone like you in the Isles. Wait! You are not from the Isles?"

     "No sir, we came through the Fringe?"

     "The Fringe? Been a long time since anyone came from there! Then you must be an adventurer, right? Oh, finally, what a wonderful moment! If only I can capture it?"

     Finally, he said it.

     "Oh, why not? Let's do that." I said casually and took out a small Light Screen from the Cube. I then turned around and raised it up, Earil's image and mine appeared reflected on the screen and I gave the order.

     *Flash*

     "Here, I captured it for you."

     I showed the Light Screen to Earil.

     He was frozen and shocked to the point that his jaw dropped and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

     "What? How? Why?"

     "Ohuhu… please, no need to be surprised, this is an alternative way to capture time other than the Chronomancy, it is called… The Photomancy."

     "… Photomancy? What… what a beautiful name?" The old High Elf was so touched to the point that he was about to snatch the Light Screen from me.

     "I am will to trade this device with you and tell you how it functions but it will be a barter, Magic for Magic, what say you?" I said.

     "Magic for Magic? Hahaha! I thought you'd never ask. Let's hear it, what do you want? Do hurry, time is running and we may die before you finish."

     "Good, when my companion and I arrived here, there was a difference in the time of our arrival. Also, I want to eliminate that difference on the way back to the Mortal Realm."

     "Just that? How long have you been in the Isles?"

     "A day for me, two for her."

     "I see. And what time do you want to arrive back to the Mortal Realm?"

     ***

     I left Earil's Shop with a wide grin. Not only did I get an answer to my inquiry but I also bought a Mug. Yes, a mug, and there was 'Feminist Tears' written on it and 'Puppy Tears' on the other side. Quite a badass mug that resembles me the most.

     "What a treasure!"

     "You don't stop once you are triggered, do you?"

     "Toxic Feminism never stops. Only people like me can stand in its way."

     "Sigh! You really fit well in this mad city, Krilon. By the thinks of it, you seem to know the place very well."

     "Well, we bought many maps, didn't we?"

     "I may have sneakly took a look inside the shop and found many perserved people in there."

     "I am sure every mad man has a good old mummification chamber in his celler."

     "I am pretty sure they were alive."

     "Welcome to the Crucible then."

     "By the way, How did you know that there is a mage in that exact shop?"

     "Earil? I learned came from my previous life."

     "Previous life?"

     "Oh! I haven't done that in a long time. Tell me, have you ever heard about Dragons?"

     And a certain conversation, that was weirdly fit to the time and place we are in, started. Anyway, with my departure way secured, I can now do whatever I want in the Shivering Isles. Earil told me that the time flow between the Mortal World and Oblivion is flawed right now and traveling through a rift the same way I did will cause some changes. Luckily, I managed to take some spells from him that can not only fix but manipulate the process.

     And now, I can head to my original distention, New Sheoth Palace.

     In the west of Crucible, there was a long stairway going up a high wall and guarded by many Dark Seducers who stopped us on the way up.

     "Mad God's Blessing, we are here to meet the Mad God." I said.

     "… We got word of the new adventurers. This way."

     The Dark Seducers seemed to be expecting us. It would be weird if they didn't. Isha became nervous but I can tell that the Seducers are friendly… for now. These Daedra are really treacherous more than any other.

     We followed the seducers up the stairs to a gate in the wall and we were allowed to walk through it. Still, we were accompanied by a large number of Dark Seducers. Once we entered the palace courtyard, we walked across the outer corridor to its center and there were a similar number of Golden Saints waited for us.

     Hateful glares were exchanged between the Golden Saints and the Dark Seducers but none said a word. Compared to the Dark-Skinned Bikini-Armored Seducers, the Saints were Golden-Skinned Fully-Armored but both races didn't lose in beauty to one another.

     (Sheogorath, you lucky bastard!)

     'Tone it down, Shadow!'

     Accompanied by the Seducers on the right and the Saints on the left, we advanced through the central courtyard towards the main building. Blue Flames were burning on the right and Normal Flames were burning on the left, the atmosphere of the Palace was as two-faced as everything in this realm.

     Just as we approached the palace's main gate, we were met by another patch of Seducers and Saints standing on the right and left of a bald well-dressed Breton Gentleman whose clothes were all red and black.

     "Oh! They arrived already. Well well, it has been a long while indeed since the last time we have seen some of those scum who call themselves adventurers… no offense." The man said in a quite the delighted tone.

     "None taken." I smiled as I replied to him. "I suppose you are the famed Chamberlain Haskill."

     "My oh my, I am famous indeed, good for you to know my name, however, it won't grant you any perks around here. Indeed, I am Haskill, chamberlain to Mad God Lord Sheogorath."

     "Thank you for allowing us in, I am Krilon and this is my companion…"

     "Isha." She said her name.

     "The wielder of the Spear of Bitter Mercy and… who are you again?" Haskill looked at me with a cold gaze.

     "Me? I am the humble Keeper of the Staff of Sheogorath." I said as I retrieved the staff from the Cube and showed it off.

     Haskill, the Saints and the Seducers were taken aback all at once.

     "… I knew it." Isha seemed to have found what was suspicious about me all along.

     "So… our Lord seemed to have done it again, didn't he? Fine."

     "I am also the keeper of the Fork." I said as I took out the Fork of Horripilation.

     "Seriously?" Isha wasn't impressed but Haskill, the Saints and the Seducers were taken aback once again.

     "Sigh! The lord really likes you to make you keep two important artifacts like that?" Haskill shook his head while sighing wryly.

     "Seriously?" Isha was still struggling with the fact that the fork is an important artifact.

     "But I fail to remember that any of the two were allowed in the Isles." Haskill said in a bit of a cold tone.

     "Oh… I guess we let ourselves in rather rudely. Please excuse us. Hahaha."

     "Oh, silly me! I should've known." Haskill switched to a tone that was quite friendly and silly.

     "Should we come some other time?"

     "No, let's get done with it. What brings you to New Sheoth uninvited?"

     "A friend of mine is missing, a Nord, blonde hair, brash attitude, loud voice, fancies himself a warrior bard. His name is Jon Battle-Born." I said.

     "And I am here for someone called El Diablo." Isha said.

     Haskill raised his brows with amazement.

     "… So, both of you are here for the same person, right?"

     ""WHAT?!""

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     "What does it mean Battle-Born and El Diablo are the same person?"

     What Haskill said made me want to lash but knowing that I am in the realm of madness, there was not much I can do. Still, that didn't mean my Tyrant Aura can be suppressed easily even by me.

     "Exactly what you heard, I'm afraid. Quite the amusing fellow he is. I am sure Lord Sheogorath will take a liking on him."

     "Can you get us to the bottom of this, please?" Isha said.

     "To the bottom? Oh, you need to take the stairway down then… I suggest walking, you know how it goes, just place one foot in front of the other." Haskill mocked Isha.

     It seems he has no intention of telling us what's going on.

     "Then I demand to meet Lord Sheogorath." I said.

     "…" Those who are present around me gave a dubious look. Huskill then spoke.

     "Of course, you are the keeper of the Staff, you have the right, how troublesome! You can of course meet Lord Sheogorath but you need to find him first."

     "Meaning?"

     "The Mad God has gone on vacation." Haskill said.

     "Come again?" Isha didn't see this one coming.

     "Already?" My impression was different. "For how long?"

     "Let's see… by the timeline of the Mortal World, it has been 5 years since he did so. He didn't say how long will he stay on vacation though."

     "And where can we find him then?" Isha asked.

     "Ah… I'm afraid I can't tell, the schedule of the Mad God is not available for the public."

     "He is in the mind of The Mad Emperor, Pelagius Septim III." I said as I looked to Haskill.

     His face froze for a moment but became indifferent once again.

     "And I suppose that you knew by using the Staff?"

     "Nope, just the perk of having a past life."

     "Oh… How amazing! I read a book about those things but it had no pictures so I didn't understand anything comprehend it. Well then, if you know the whereabouts of the Mad God then you earned the qualifications to know what happened to your friend. This way." Haskill said and turned around walking to the gate of the palace.

     The Saints and the seducers urged us to follow.

     The inside of the Palace of New Sheoth was just as I remembered it, a gloomy right half lit with cold flames and a bright left half lit with normal flames.

     The Saints and the Seducers didn't follow through the double gates and it was just us three, Haskill, Isha and me.

     Haskill walked through the hallways of the palace and led us to the throne room where it was also divided into a gloomy side and a bright side. In its end, there was a throne with the same theme as everything. Haskill stood beside the throne which is set in front of a huge root laden with mushroom.

     "Due to the absence of Lord Sheogorath, the Realm of Madness is as you see… a bit docile." He said.

     "Really? I thought the Asylum is up and running."

     "It is, it is… don't want people to say I am not doing my job here but as you see, the Lord is not around so some folk are getting rather sickly by the minute around the Isles."

     "Sickly?" Isha asked.

     "He means less mad." I replied.

     "Exactly, the place is getting more boring by the second but lucky for us, we had some festivals of our own that can keep the place up and running, spreading some madness into the populace, you see. One of those is El Diablo Festival. To do so, we needed someone to assume the role of El Diablo and thankfully, Lord Sheogorath was preparing for that by laying some baits in the Mortal World. Once we found the perfect candidate to become El Diablo, we brought him here in hopes that Lord Sheogorath returns to enjoy the Festival but the Lord was ignoring me lately."

     "Oh… Poor Haskill!"

     "… Your sarcasm is unappreciated."

     "So, if you want Sheogorath back, you can just send me to convince him to return and you give me my friend back… I want him sane, not a demented or a maniac, not even drunk."

     "… Oh! I see that you are a detail oriented person. Fine then, but only Lord Sheogorath can relieve your friend from his role as El Diablo."

     "Tsk… now you are the troublesome one."

     "I didn't say it would be easy."

     Haskill attitude was getting on my nerve but whatever, I can handle an immortal Breton.

     "Wait! You are going alone?" Isha asked.

     "If it is about Sheogorath, then leave him to me. I have a thing I want to talk to him about." I said and looked at Haskill. "Take me to your Lord."

     ***

     In a tea party inside a certain gloomy forest, two gentlemen sat down across a table that had all manner of delicacies on it.

     "More tea, Pelly my dear?" A gentleman offered another.

     "Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me. Besides, I have so many things to do... So many undesirables to contend with. Naysayers. Buffoons. Detractors. Why? My headsman hasn't slept in three days!" The latter said.

     "You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old? You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting... You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous time! Butterflies, blood, a Fox, a severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for."

     "Yes, yes, as you've said, countless times before..."

     "Hafrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I…"

     "Excuse me." A third gentleman appeared and spoke to the first, "I was looking for you, got something I'm supposed to deliver, your hands only."

     "STOP!" The first gentleman screamed out. He looked like a harmless old man in a strange purple attire that its right doesn't match its left. That was Sheogorath.

     The second gentleman was a blonde Breton with tired expressions donned in a majestic attire. That was The Mad Emperor, Pelagius Septim III.

     The third gentleman was a red-haired Nord of a towering height and smiling face, the air around him was dangerous and domineering. That was Jon Dare.

     As the first two checked the third, they narrowed their eyes.

     "For screaming out loud! How do you Couriers always find people?" Sheogorath screamed.

     "I am here to deliver a message."

     "Reeaaaallllyyyy?!" Sheogorath was taken aback, "Ooh, ooh, what kind of a message? A song? A summons? Wait, I know! A death threat was written on the back of an Argonian concubine! Hahahaaa! Those are my favorite?"

     "Sorry to ruin your fantasy." Jon handed a simple written letter to Sheograth.

     "Really? What is that? Not fun, mortal." Sheogorath snatched the letter from Jon and opened it then…

     *Bang*

     Colorful pieces of paper exploded from the letter once Sheogorath opened it. There was "Happy Birthday!" written on it.

     *calpclapclapclapclapclap*

     Pelagius and Jon started clapping while smiling between each other.

     "Oh! Thank you, thank you, you got me there, silly me. I don't normally get one of those but why not? Tell me, who was it? WAIT! Don't tell me. I want to guess! Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall!" Sheogorath went with a few terrible guesses. "Oh, wrong on all accounts are they?"

     "It was Haskill."

     "Come ON! Why ruin the surprise?"

     "I am off to me things then." Pelagius said and disappeared in the void.

     "See you, Pelly!" Jon said and sat down where Pelagius was sitting and picked an apple.

     "So…" Sheogorath looked at Jon.

     "Your presence is required in the Shivering Isles."

     "You do realize who you are talking to, don't you?"

     "Of course!" Jon said and smiled brightly. "Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness and other things… I think that include cheese and severed limbs… Well, you are the Mad God just in case if you need a remembrance."

     Jon took out the [Staff of Sheogorath] and passed it to its owner.

     "Oh! I see now, how wonderful! How joyous! You are the one? Where is Forky?"

     "Here?" Jon passed the [Fork of Horripilation].

     "Oh! He is back, dear Forky. I truly missed you." Sheogorath looked at the fork with affection.

     "So, Mad God…" Jon spoke but Sheogorath interrupted.

     "Quite an interesting title actually! Do you know it is a family title? Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years." Sheogorath said nonchalantly but Jon kept staring at him.

     "I know… just like what happened on the last Greymarch."

     "Exactly… Wait! What?"

     Sheogorath looked at Jon but it was Jon's turn to play high and mighty.

     "Haha! I love it when the immortals don't know they were being manipulated. Their expressions are *kiss* pure gold." Jon said as he turned his crazy smile towards the Mad God.

     "Oh! Interesting play of words, mortal. I may not have to flay you alive and skip rope with your entrails after all." Sheogorath met Jon with a smile of genuine madness.

     "Come on, Mad God. Aren't you becoming a bit old fashioned? We now turn entrails into balloons, especially the intestines, my favorite actually, I once made a balloon giraffe by them."

     "REALLY! AMAZING! Oh, I once dismembered a person and made him squirm like a worm."

     "I once dismembered a spy then sent him to his employers in a bento-box."

     "I once turned a man into his wife and his wife into him."

     "I once dismantled a man and put his parts back in the wrong places, eyes and balls, ears and nose, you know how it goes."

     "How amateur! Listen to this…"

     Sheogorath and Jon went into a heated contest about several topics that involved dismembering people, food, music and cheese… lots of cheese.

     "So you are saying you created music by killing a woman and turning her entrails into the first instrument ever?" Jon was shocked.

     "What? Don't tell me they don't teach that to kids." Sheogorath was furious but calmed down instantly. "And you are telling me you invented a new type of cheese?"

     "Enchanted Cheese. Will make you lose your mind which you already don't have."

     "I see… I see… but what was that about the Greymarch again?" The Mad God had to cut the foolery himself.

     Jon kept smiling as he took another apple.

     "Do you know that they call you the [Hero of Kvatch], the [Savior of Bruma], the [Champion of Cyrodiil], the [Divine Crusader] and even the [Grey Fox]? That's quite the number of titles you have there."

     "…"

     "I mean you were this boring?"

     "SHUT IT!"

     Sheogorath slammed the table between him and Jon. The world itself shook with that slam and gloominess took over in an instance.

     Jon felt the madness around him, not just any madness but The Madness itself. The Aura of the God of Madness, the embodiment of the natural force of madness, the Sithis shaped hole of chaos. Or rather, he felt something he knew too damn well.

     "Well… it wasn't fair, was it? What you had to face in the end. Good move by the way... slapping the face of 'Fate' the way you did. I guess it is my turn now to try and avoid that kind of end once it is all over." Jon said and took another apple.

     Sheogorath didn't reply.

     Jon just played the tone Sheogorath hates the most and survived just like that. He reminded the former self of Sheogorath of a bitterness that drove him to the edge of despair but he rather felt it was ironic.

     "Fate? Ha! You ruined my holiday just for that?"

     "Why not? When you have a Fate like mine, and you had, you will squirm left and right to get rid of it." Jon said. "And look which cheeky bastard managed to make it."

     Sheogorath smiled once again but he was rather cautious this time.

     "Me?"

     "That's right, Bendu Olo."

     [A/n: Bendu Olo is the original name of the 'Hero of Kvatch' Canon by Bethesda in Oblivion Construction Set. Check Oblivion console for a player clone NPC by the same name.]

     "ENOUGH!"

     Sheogorath hated that. He hated how his mantled and past personas were always struggling together in his mind and a single word of mention about any of them would stir order within the chaos of his demented mind.

     One person did that in the past, Talyam Rend. Jon knew about the story and easily cornered Sheogorath with the fact. He knew the weakness of a Daedric Prince.

     Until the mood of the Mad God returned back once again to order, Jon sat in his place until the realm they were in calmed down on its own.

     "… Mortal, I might think of dismembering you in the end."

     "It won't be fun, I can promise you that. Just give me what I want and I won't cause you trouble. We might as well hit it off as junior and senior, right?"

     "And what is that you want by the by?"

     "Simple. Give me my friend back."

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     "If I can only tear your inside out without your cursed Fate acting up."

     "Lucky me then."

     "HA! Curses, me, a Daedric Prince, cursing... Is the world going mad? Wait! I am the Mad God, why wouldn't it go mad... Everything is going well then."

     "Hey, I want my friend realized from that El Diablo thing."

     "Oh! Your friend is El Diablo? That's a joyous occasion, worthy of celebration, birds chirping, people dancing, music ringing and then... blood, guts, limbs everywhere! No can do, my Mortal friend. Your friend is free from mortal burdens now, be happy for him."

     "He still has to get married though."

     "Married? MARRIED! You want him off the festival to get him MARRIED? Are you his friend or his nemesis?"

     "Yes, we are already late because of you."

     "Aaah! Which one of us is a madman?... Oh, that's me! Then which one of us is an Evil Daedric Prince?... Wait, that's also me... And you want your friend married?... I mean, I know dismembering ways less painful than marriage."

     Sheogorath kept going on and on of how horrible marriage is. I was having a troublesome time making a Mad God shut up.

     "Will I get him or not?"

     "No no no." Sheogorath shook his head, "He doesn't have to do something that boring like marriage... How horrible! Getting married! Growing old! Losing money! Losing appearance! Getting cheated on! Losing half what he owns after divorcing her for cheating! And the list goes on... Do you know why there are so many mad people in the isle?"

     "Marriage?"

     "WRONG! Happiness! What do you think the isles are? An after marriage rehab center... Even though it would make great business teaching all those divorced people how to turn into homicidal maniacs. Oh! I have a great idea, I should give classes on how to flay people alive and dismember them, the College of Cloudrest would be a wonderful place to kick off."

     "I'll attend the first lecture if you give my friend back."

     "Sheesh, your friend is a madman, you know that?"

     "You can unmad him for me."

     "You want me to do WHAT?! I'm the Daedric Prince of Madness! I don't make people sane! I'd have to be crazy to do that! And I am crazy. So I'll do it!"

     "I am glad we are on the same page."

     "Don't be too hasty, mortal. There are still many many things we need to do first." Sheogorath said as he played with his staff around. "First off, you need to find the way out of here first. Good luck with that."

     "What is the catch?"

     "Ohaha! I do love it when mortals know they're being manipulated, makes things infinitely more interesting. Take a look around, do you know where we are?"

     "Enlighten me."

     "Haha! Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of Emperor Pelagius Septim III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch. Wahahaha!"

     "A 'Mind Realm'? Last time I've been to mine, I found a creepy version of myself playing with myself's mind... or was it myself playing with me? Or the other way around... Don't confuse me, Mad God. Get to the point."

     "Sheesh! Mortal, you are a lost cause yourself, ain't ya? Fine, I guess you already know what you should do if you have been into one of those."

     "Yeah yeah, resolve the childhood fears and face the worst enemies and all that Jazz."

     "Jazz? Is it cheese?"

     "Music."

     "Oh, would love to hear some."

     "Look forward to it after we are out."

     "Oh! The suspense is killing me. Or you… doesn't matter. Solve this realm and send us home." Sheogorath disappeared and reappeared once again, "Oh! Almost forgot, you gonna need this."

     Sheogorath passed a black strange looking staff towards me.

     "This!"

     "The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you? Now off with you… I'll be busy doing the fishstick, it is a very delicate state of mind!"

     And he disappeared again.

     Sigh! That annoying runt of a mad god!

     I used to like him back in the day when I played the game but meeting him in person put a huge burden on my mind.

     That guy was supposed to be the Mad God of this Era, the protagonist of the former game that came before 'Skyrim', 'TES IV: Oblivion'.

     How did a player character become a Daedric Prince? Simple, he mantled the past Sheogorath.

     The term [Mantling] refers to the process whereby a Mortal can achieve [Apotheosis]. It is frequently considered one of the [Six Walking Ways], the Fourth, and is sometimes called the Steps of the Dead. The [Mantling] was described by the Great Emperor Tiber Septim as; "walking like them until they must walk like you". The meaning of this is that the protagonist of 'Oblivion' followed a certain set of quests and rituals guided by Sheogorath to ascend as Immortal by taking Sheogorath's place and becoming him. This doesn't mean that the Hero of Kvatch is alive but he just became a part of the Mad God.

     And why would a 'Hero' do such a thing to begin with?

     Well, here comes the part where I explain the reason why I didn't mind going against Sheogorath and cuss at his face.

     It is called [Fate].

     Something very slimy granted by the will of the World. The World knows that something is going to happen in the future and assigns an individual known as the 'Hero' to face the disaster.

     The Heroes are always protected and guided to meet their fateful encounters by [Fate] and here where it comes tricky. [Fate] can protect the Heroes from many things and that includes the Original Spirits known as Daedric Princes. Even though the princes are immortal and absolute, they will get hurt if they went against a Hero and that's something they would rather avoid as they are not infinite and can be said as parts of the World itself.

     Still, that same [Fate], that protects the Heroes, gets rid of them once their job is done. A Hero is a person that can cause great chaos with the mighty power they possess and the World can't afford one of them going on a rampage without control. That is why there is almost nothing known about the Heroes once they were done with their quests. Fairy tales say that they found peace and left to live alone but that was never the case, a Hero's journey always end with their demise victorious or defeated.

     Most of the Protagonists of every Elder Scroll Game has an unknown end other than the [Nerevarine] who became immortal due to circumstances and left to Akavir while the [Hero of Kvatch] escaped such fate by mantling Sheogorath. I am not sure about the [Mantling] but I guess he is dead in a way and alive in another.

     And guess whose turn is it?

     Anyway… all that doesn't mean I can go against Sheogorath or overdo it either, Sheogorath still can retaliate if he didn't mind losing some fingers. But at least he won't associate himself with me and I will keep a healthy relationship with the Demon of Madness. How ironic!

     "Sigh! I swear all this tension will give this handsome young man some grey hair one day and I will look like that old man of mine. Can't afford it, never!"

     ***

     Waiting in the Throne room of New Sheoth Palace, Isha was going back and forth in wait. It has been a few hours since Jon has gone on his own with Haskill to meet Sheogorath but only Haskill returned and stood still beside the Throne.

     This Labour that dragged her to the Isles of Madness was the strangest so far. A weird request from her 'Prophet', a knowledgeable and powerful ally, a dangerous trip to Oblivion and a Daedric Prince to top it all. She just wondered how long will her final Labour be. She has been calculating every move she made for the sake of the grand scheme of things but this was a truly wild ride that kept her in worry all the time.

     While she was pondering back and forth, footsteps were heard from the direction Jon disappeared at. She held the [Spear of Bitter Mercy] tightly and her senses went up anticipating what may happen the next second.

     From that direction, an old gentleman in a bizarre purple suit appeared while holding a cane. He seemed to be amused while walking and shaking his head. He walked past Isha quietly and then came to a halt.

     "Oh! Isn't that old friend Bitter Mercy? Haven't seen that in a long time… bad times back then, good times too, three wannabes got the butts kicked by one and ran crying to an old pal of mine, there was also that time with the stag boy Hircine, Hahaha... should've seen the look on his faces when his beasts lost to mine. What else? Ugly people, crazy Khajiit and Acrobatics… mortals were so agile back then and they could fly as well… Ah! Where is Haskill? Oh, here he is… My friend other than friends I don't be friends with! Good to see you, how was the place going?"

     "The Isles missed you, my Lord. I'd say Dementia was brighter and Mania was gloomier until your arrival."

     "Oh! That bad? Good thing our mortal friend found me then." Sheogorath said as he sat on the Throne.

     Isha realized who was she in the presence of and a chill ran through her spine. Daedric Princes cause her to feel uneasy after a certain incident and now she is right in front of one.

     What made the matter worse was a hand coming out of nowhere and patting her shoulder. Isha turned around in tension but Jon calmed her before she does a rough action in front of the Mad God, the rule that protected him was not applied on her.

     [A/n: I skipped the boring quest but of course Jon did it.]

     "Ah, my little mortal friend. I'm a man of many personalities, but tell you what? They're all very fond of you."

     "I doubt that for some reason."

     "Anyway… you can keep the Wabbajack, I will keep my staff and my fork. Oh right… Look Haskill! Forky's back! It's so nice to see him again!"

     "Congratulations for return, my Lord. My heart quivers madly each time I remember the stabby pain caused by that Fork." Haskill bowed in good manners.

     "Oh! Such good times… let's go hunt some baby Nagas with the fork after we are done."

     "I'll make the preparations, my Lord."

     "Sorry to break the warm reunion but I am on a schedule here." Jon interrupted.

     "Oh, right. Haskill, how is El Diablo festival going on?"

     "Very good, my Lord. We have a worthy candidate and a good chicken ready to lead the Kurkurs to the show."

     "Wonderful! Time for a celebration... Cheese for everyone!"

     "Hey."

     "Oh, right. The mortal here wants to snatch our El Diablo… what should we do, my Lord? Should I summon the torturer?"

     "Ha! Good idea but it won't work, this Mortal is too troublesome even for my standards. Let's make a trade, Mortal. How about this? You do three things for me and you get your friend back, not demented or manic or even drunk."

     "No dirty schemes?"

     "Just a little."

     "…"

     "Fine, no dirty schemes."

     "I am listening." Jon said.

     "Well… let's see. From what Haskill reported, you killed the Gatekeeper, make me a new one, a better one." Sheogorath said in a madened tone.

     "Will this one be alright?"

     Jon took out something large out of the Cube. It was a giant bone samurai carrying a large crude blade.

     "Oh! You were carrying one on you all along? Hmmm… not bad but, NO! This is too boney befitting of someone like Molag or Dagon. You should see them in parties, these two compete on which one can put bones on each other together. Sore losers, they always get done by Merida when she torches everything they make in a fit of anger. Hahahaha!"

     "Wait… is that a Daedric Princes party or a kindergarten?"

     "Bwahahaha! Good one, mortal."

     "So you want a new Gatekeeper. Fine, what else?"

     "Hmmm… you said you invented a new kind of cheese. Looking forward to that one. And please, don't show me that Hammerfellean Shrieking Cheese, I literally invented that for them."

     "Fine, but this cheese can't be served alone, it gets added on another dish."

     "Wonderful! WONDERFUL! Eating, I love eating. My Daedric tummy is growling already."

     "Extra cheese for the Mad God, noted! What is the last thing?"

     "Oh… I don't know… surprise me for the last one. Never make it boring… remember? Not boring."

     "I got you. A new Gatekeeper, Extra Cheese and a something crazy enough to surprise the Mad God… tricky one."

     "Good! Now go, run, fly! Do the three tasks and I will let you have your friend back and a reward on top of that."

     Sheogorath waved and Jon sighed wryly tired of the foolery of Sheogorath.

     "Fine. Let's go Isha." Jon turned around and signaled the dazed Isha to follow.

     As the two went out, Sheogorath sat with a wide smile on his throne.

     "Hahahahaha! This should be fun."

     "My Lord, that insolent adventurer, should we send him to Xedilian? The new upgrades and tortures tools will drive him insane before mercilessly butchering him." Haskill said.

     "Murdering him? Driving him insane? Haskill my dear, this is not good for business. Did you lose your senses or something of the sort?"

     "Excuse me, my Lord?" Haskill was confused.

     "Sheesh, the boy you saw just now was insane. Completely insane, mad, crazy and out of his mind, he was perfect, I loved him so much."

     "Insane?" Haskill was taken aback once again.

     "Bwahaha! Too insane for you or even himself to not even notice! Now that's a new one! How exciting! How wonderful! How marvelous! Let's watch… and bring me cheese!"

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     Back at Earil's shop, Isha and I sat on a table facing each other.

     "Out of all people someone can be friends with, you have the weirdest collection so far! Let's see… a talking cat, a Homicidal Time Mage and the Daedric Prince of Madness. Are you trying to drive me insane here?"

     "Me? I am very innocent, believe me. First off, Earil is a helpful guy… despite his peculiar taste in things. Seriously, man, STOP TAKING SELFIES!"

     "Oh… it is exciting… too many moments I need to capture. Photomancy is the best. I'll capture all the moments I can… then I'll capture time itself. WAHAHAHA!"

     "… Okay, Earil is shit but at least he let us use his basement…"

     "…" Isha was glaring at me.

     "Fine, I'll do something about those dangling tortured people."

     "What about the Mad God?"

     "He is a great guy. Cheerful but moody, too moody for my taste but he is a very deep person. If you listen carefully to all that nonsense he utters, you will find there are wisdom and secret knowledge coated in his untasteful jokes of how he will gut everyone like fishes and make decorations with their entrails."

     "… Yeah, whatever… Then what about your friend?"

     "Jon should be El Diablo now, some sort of a brainwashed warrior that leads the horde of the Kurkurs to the festival. Something Sheogorath came up with for sure."

     "Putting El Diablo aside, you know that my Labour is to stop El Diablo, right? Won't that be a conflict of interest between us?" Isha said nervously.

     "Well, you don't need to be such a muscle-headed person." I said.

     "Excuse me?"

     "I am saying, stopping El Diablo shouldn't mean that you must kill Jon. We can just exorcize whatever that El Diablo is, I am sure it is a Daedra that possesses Jon."

     "… Fine. It makes sense… by the way, what are the Kurkurs?" Isha asked.

     "Well, that's something new even for me. Haskill said that the Kurkurs are those bird-like humanoids we killed on our way to New Sheoth."

     "Oh! Such strange creatures they are."

     "You are right."

     Those [Kurkurs] didn't appear at the game or even come from a mod. They were white or red feathered humanoids with bird heads and wings instead of arms that can't fly, their weapons are the long beaks they have and the bird's legs with sharp talons. That all can put aside compared to how insane their eyes look.

     "Do you think Sheogorath will hand your friend quietly?"

     "No, I don't think he will. He wants me to make a new Gatekeeper for his own convenience. He wants to eat my enchanted cheese because… well, he is obsessed with cheese. And finally, he wants me to entertain him, this is a tricky one, the Lord of Madness is all about manipulating mortal for no reason whatsoever other than what he calls fun, I doubt that he even know the reasons behind his actions himself but let's not focus on that… whatever surprises the Mad God should be something otherworldly and I know just the person."

     "Who?"

     "That's classified. But let's finish that Gatekeeper we are making first. It is going to need a lot of work."

     "Yes, filthy business."

     In front of us, in the large basement beneath [Earil's Mysteries], there were many corpses of various monsters lying around. I didn't hunt all that by myself but as the wielder of the [Wabbajack], I went around and told the Dark Seducers of Dementia to help me gather a few things to make a gift for Lord Sheogorath. Still, if not for Haskill giving them the order to follow me, I would have to whack them around with the staff.

     Speaking of which, Sheogorath took back the [Fork of Horripilation] and the [Staff of Sheogorath] and gave me the [Wabbajack].

     The [Wabbajack] is a Daedric staff engraved with angry gaping faces at the top. Its effect is… how to say this? It is completely unpredictable and it can't be used to cast normal Magic either. Each spell cast from the staff can either kill the target by any magical effect ever know, buff the target by any magical buff ever known, or transform the target to anything from a harmless cockroach to a mighty Dremora Lord.

     Why the gamble then?

     Why not!

     Anyway, back to the work at hand. I put the [Wabbajack] aside and transformed [Greed] to act as my hands rather than a long trench coat.

     "Wow! Krilon, what is that?" Isha witnessed [Greed] in action for the first time.

     "Something I love to keep close all the time."

     The clothes I was wearing under [Greed] were expensive clothes for the Battle-Born Wedding so I didn't want to dirty them during the journey but I had to change them in the [Cube] before I enter this slaughterhouse.

     The corpses in front of me all gathered by the hardworking masses of the Dark Seducers. They were large [Skinned Hounds] which are undead hounds whose name describe perfectly, some [Scalons] which are aquatic humanoids that carry strong diseases in their scales, and finally, we brought some poisonous fangs of the [Elytras], the gigantic and very poisonous mantis-ant crossover native to the isles.

     Protecting myself and Isha with magic, we picked the largest three [Hulking Skinned Hounds], one of those things is at least three meters in height. We cut their heads and their bodies evenly and started putting them back together in the shape I wanted. We then skinned the [Scalons] and used their skin to cover the creature we put together. Of course, the fangs of the [Elytra] were added to the mix.

     The result was a perfect mix of madness and otherworldly fantasy.

     "What do you think?" I asked Isha.

     "… Seriously, man. Who are you?"

     "Bwahahahaha!"

     ***

     "I present to you…"

     *Drum sounds made by [Bardic Knowledge]*

     "… [Cerberus]!"

     *ClapClapClapClapClapClapClapClap*

     "Genius! HAHAHA! Amazing! Marvelous job, mortal. Haskill, look! You completely lost the bet, wahaha! A three-headed hound covered with the hazardous skin of the Scalons and armed with the poisonous fangs of the Elytras. Hehe! That's why I love mortals. So creative!"

     The [Cerberus] I created was as mighty as Sheogorath described. It was something that made me so envious and regretful I didn't make a copy of.

     "Good, this [Cerberus] will be your Gatekeeper then."

     I passed the Staff that controls the [Cerberus] to Sheogorath.

     "Oh! Thank you… you made my heart quiver madly, Mortal. I love it, but… it makes me wonder, you are the creator of that mighty [Cerberus], does that mean that this beast can defeat you?" Sheogorath gave off an evil grin.

     "You…" Isha face turned pale as she looked at Sheogorath with angry expressions.

     I am sure being screwed over in such a way especially after creating a magnum opus like the [Cerberus]. Many kings killed their best architectures after creating impenetrable palaces for them… but that the Mad God I am dealing with.

     "I guess there is only one way to find out, right?" I said.

     "Oh! Really? Fine, get 'em, boy." Sheogorath signaled for [Cerberus] to attack us.

     The large three headed black dog glared at me with its red eyes and jumped towards me… or it was supposed to do so!

     "Sit!"

     With one word from me, it sat down shaking its three idiotic heads left and right.

     In my hand, I was holding a medallion and made it dangle left and right, the three heads of the [Cerberus] were following it with utter confusion as its three heads were struggling to focus on the medallion at the same time causing the [Cerberus] to stop the attack mode.

     "…" Sheogorath kept looking at the weird situation.

     "Dogs! A flaw of creation in my opinion. If I really wanted to give you a beast that can't be conquered, I would have given you a cat. One single cat stationed at the [Gates of Madness] is enough to stop a whole army of adventurers in my opinion."

     "… You know what mortal, next time I go on a holiday, I will take you with me to ride narwhales in the ocean and you will ride at the front. Consider it my revenge for this one when the times comes."

     "Perfect. Looking forward to it." I said, "Now, Haskill, point me to your kitchen."

     "This way."

     ***

     "Mortal, what is that?"

     "Esteemed Mad God, let me introduce you to the following dishes that will blow your mind if you have any… first off, the Margherita Pizza, the mother of all pizzas may God save the Queen. This piece of classic art has a thin crust, fresh tomato sauce, Enchanted Mozzarella cheese, and a few leaves of basil."

     I pointed to the next plate.

     "Pepperoni Pizza, America's favorite. Back at my home country, if you love that pizza then you are a western spy but still, everyone ate it in secret. It has my secret recipe of pepperoni that uses only top quality beef. All that grace hammered with a thick layer of enchanted gooey cheese."

     The next plate.

     "Here comes the beast, the Grilled Chicken Pizza for chicken lovers like us. Made with BBQ sauce, chicken, cilantro, red onions, and enchanted fontina cheese."

     Comes at number four.

     "My mama's personal recipe, Extra Mozzarella, Extra Turkish Cheese, green pepper and verity of olive. Smells like home and feels like love. Of course, it is all enchanted."

     The last plate.

     "This is my own recipe, something I came up with back when I was trapped with two homicidal perverted roommates in the 13th floor of a residential cheap building. The Pizza Loaf. Good for taking away, good for a picnic, good for work, good for school, and even good for a Daedric Prince. The Pizza that can survive the apocalypse in your pocket just for you to take it out and have a quick bite while slaying a dragon or rescuing a damsel. Of course, the cheese! Ah! To die for."

     The five plates were made with the best resources I had either in the cube or at the kitchen of the Mad God. It was one interesting kitchen to tell the truth.

     Anyway, the Mad Sheogorath I am used to was no more. He turned from the made cheerful buffoon to an expert appraiser of food, a gourmet of madness if I picked the words right.

     "... Haskill…"

     "Yes, Lord Sheogorath."

     "Hold this one for me."

     Sheogorath picked up a pizza slice and handed it to Haskill, he then bit on its tip and started to walk backward.

     Looks like he figured out how the enchanted cheese works.

     The mozzarella cheese started to stretch with Sheogorath as he walked backward. The more he walks back, the more it stretches.

     "Guards!"

     Haskill signaled and the Seducers and Saints around the throne room started to support the string of cheese that kept stretching with Sheogorath.

     "Goodness!" Isha eyes almost popped out of their sockets by the sight of my elongated gooey cheese. Even Sheogorath who almost reached the front yard of the palace didn't reach the limit yet.

     "Well, good luck." I took a chair on the dining table and took a slice while sneaking another to my shadow. My secret agent should be hungry after this long day of hard work.

     ***

     "Mortal, I am flabbergast!"

     "Jon play your turn already."

     "A Resurrection Card! HAHA! The Deck of the Shivering Isles is indeed the best. You wouldn't know what happen next."

     "Yes I know, I designed it to be a chaotic but powerful deck."

     "You never seized to surprise me, Mortal. You know… you remind me of myself back in the day, oh! The foolery of youth. Back then, everyone looked so ugly… and rounded. Crazy times! Old Dagon is having a grudge on me ever since."

     "A spy card! To your face, Mad God."

     "Humph! You think this spy card tactic will always work for you? Behold! The Everscamp Card!"

     "God Card! Kyne, I choose you."

     "Dirty schemer. Haskill, down with it."

     "Yes, Lord Sheogorath?"

     "No, I was calling the Haskill Card!"

     "Oh… I see."

     "Pssst, Mad God. Why does Haskill look so down?"

     "Oh! Between you and me, he doesn't feel well appreciated if I don't give him work for four hours straight. Ohhh! And I win this round!"

     "Seriously! Is this game going to end?"

     "Nope, don't forget our condition. You have to win three matches straight for me to be fully entertained."

     "Fine… Hey, which Daedric Prince do you detest the most?"

     "Hmmm, I don't really hate anyone of them in particular." Sheogorath started thinking, "I always tease Peryite till he blows up. Dagon is still stingy with me. Hircine is also holding a grudge when my beasts beat his once and he lost his favored spear to me for a few hundred years. Molag used to come and play but ever since I've beaten Vaermina and showed her nightmares she couldn't handle he stopped coming. Azura, Boethiah and Mephalah are not really appreciative to my work, I call them the boring three. The rest are not much better… Oh! Almost forgot, Malacath."

     "What's with you and him?"

     "Pffft! I mean, HAVE you seen his realm? Nasty place if you ask me. Well, at least he is popular at parties. Every Daedric Prince makes fun of him even that skinny Peryite has his fair share of fun with Malacath."

     "What about you?"

     "Me? I mate him eat his damn son once. HAHAHA! It was hilarious. You should've seen his face. Even that high and mighty Meridia made fun of him."

     "Oh, you bad bully Daedric Princes hating on little poor Malacath!" I couldn't help but copy her voice from the game.

     "Wahaha! Exactly! Then she spilled a pile of dung on him saying this will make another little Malacath grow."

     "Gross!"

     [A/n: Malacath was created from dung. It happened when Trinimac fought Boethiah and the latter ate Trinimac and literally shitting him turning him into Malacath and his worshippers into Orcs. Nasty piece of lore.]

     "Oh, what a game! It has been so long since we had guests, right, Haskill? You would have loved my old Uncle Leo, back in the day. Charming dinner conversation, when he wasn't bringing up old girlfriends… Literally! Regurgitating them. Nasty habit!"

     "Can you stop bringing up gross stuff?"

     "Wahaha! Why not? I am pretty much entertained… wait! I am… entertained!"

     "…"

     "Yes, we made it."

     "YES!"

     At last! Oh! That was too much for one lifetime. I admit it, Sheogorath was too much for my head to handle. He finally admitted that he is entertained.

     That was one wild ride.

     "Where is Jon Battle-Born?" I cut straight to business.

     "Fufufu! Mortal, you are truly persistent? Shouldn't you take a reward first?"

     "A reward?"

     "Yes, you entertained me, and I promise you one. Now tell me, what do you desire?"

     "What kind of question is that?"

     "Exactly what you heard, mortal."

     "Well, it sounds so suspicious!"

     "Exactly. And you are not leaving without desiring anything and take it out with you."

     "Dammit! Another one of your mind games."

     "HA! You are truly very wary of manipulation… now tell me and hurry up and decided. I hate indecision! Or maybe I don't. Make up your mind, or I'll have your skin made into a hat… one of those arrowcatchers. I love those hats!"

     This guy never stopped playing mind games with me and I always avoided him, now he is pushing me into a corner.

     Dammit!

     On one round, the bet was my life and I barely survived. The other round, he kept betting on my members and I was fighting with my all and now… he wants me to wish for something I am going to regret later.

     The idiom said "Be careful what you wish for" But I am sure taking a wish from Sheogorath always backfired splendidly.

     Fine… how about this?

     "Then allow me to call you 'Uncle Sheo' from now on."

     "…"

     Sheogorath froze… like for real, he froze. Haskill too, the guards, the fires on the candles, the weather itself stopped.

     "You… You…" Sheogorath's hand trembled, "You… NEPHEW?"

     It started raining outside all of a sudden and Sheogorath was still in shock.

     "Oh for fuck's sake!"

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     "… Wow!"

     A strong vibe of power enveloped Jon as he felt a strong surge of energy within his Energy Center and felt invincible for a second. He looked between the system screen and Sheogorath and wanted to say something but the later was making a face he has never seen before.

     "Nephew… say it once again…"

     "… Eeeeh... Uncle?"

     "AH! I felt it! Haskill, did you feel that too?"

     "Yes, Lord Sheogorath. Congratulations, there is someone fool enough in this world that agreed to be your kin."

     "Finally! Wahahaha! This will be amazing, family gathering, holidays together, every New and Old Life festivals, Birthdays! I can't… I can't even rope my head around all that… it will be FUN!"

     'Fuck me dead!' Jon swore within.

     "I will stop you there, Mad God." He said.

     "CALL ME UNCLE!" Sheogorath lashed.

     "Uncle! I will stop you there for a second. You know that the following events in the next chapter of my life won't need more Drama than it already going to have… or Comedy in your case… point is... BAD IDEA!"

     "Don't be worried, Lord Nephew. Lord Sheogorath only takes a vacation once every 50 mortal years that if he didn't manage to sneak away while I am not looking." Haskill assured Jon.

     "… Oh! Good. I'll be depending on you, Haskill."

     "How RUDE! You two are conspiring on me at my face?"

     "Hey, Uncle Sheo. Where is my friend?"

     "Oh! Right, where is El Diablo festival going to kick off this year, Haskill?"

     "At 'Heretic's Horn' region, Lord Sheogorath. The portal to the Mortal World will open in less than a few minutes."

     "Wait! What? You… you were trying to waste time all that long?" Jon lashed out right away.

     "Wahaha! Didn't see that coming, did you? Anyway, this is about the right time for you to start chasing after your friend, nephew. The Game is afoot… or a leg… or all manner of severed limbs! You only need to catch your friends and slay the mount he is riding to retrieve him without a hitch, no schemes or ulterior motives as promised." Sheogorath revealed his grand plan.

     Jon's face changed color instantly, he realized that Sheogorath wanted him to go after El Diablo once he has wasted enough time for El Diablo to be prepared.

     'Damn him… How manipulative!' Jon thought.

     "Tsk, let's go, Isha."

     As they turned around and were about to leave the palace, the windows, gates and all the other gaps were blocked either by doors and locks or by Seducers and Saints.

     "Before you go, nephew. Shouldn't we have one last challenge? For example; how will you leave the Palace?" Sheogorath said as he sat smiling on the throne.

     "… You really don't get bored, do you?"

     "HA! With you Nephew, not a moment is dull."

     "Shit!" Isha seemed to have reached her last bit of sanity and was about to lash out too. She let Jon deal with the Mad God because she was too scared to do so and Jon was doing a damn good job but now… now the Mad God is manipulating them with force.

     She pointed her spear and was about to use it to call out some Storm Atronachs to aid her but Jon's hand patted her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Jon snorting as if he was grinning under his mask.

     "Hehehe! Uncle Sheo, you too never cease to amaze me but… I am sorry, your nephew is going to be a little bit rude and leave without a proper goodbye."

     "Auhoho! I would love to see you try, Nephew." Sheogorath said as he rested back on his throne.

     "… Uncle, did you just 'dare' me?"

     "Hm? Why not? I dare you."

     Jon smiled and shook his head.

     "Remember this one, Uncle. If the 'Dare' can be a sphere of power one day, I'll be the Daedric Lord that rules over it. See you, Uncle." Jon said with an arrogant tone and called out. "Nefertiti, now!"

     Just as he said so, he held Isha closer spread [Greed] around them. Once the formless weapon covered them like a cloak, a large black cat appeared from its outer side and pulled it through a strange portal that appeared out of nowhere. In less than a second, Jon and Isha were not in their place anymore.

     The indifferent look on Haskill's face turned into a frown, the naughty smile on Sheogorath's face froze, the Seducers tilted their heads and the Saints stepped back.

     "… My Lord, I am… not sure… how this…"

     "Haskill."

     "Ye… Yes, Lord Sheogorath."

     "Did my nephew just make a fool out of us?"

     "… I am afraid so, my Lord. Should I call the torturer?"

     "Would the torturer know how did my nephew escape from my hall?"

     "… No."

     "Then why call him? But just a moment ago, that thing that pulled my nephew was a black cat, right?"

     "Yes."

     "And it was a being that neither you nor I could sense the presence of, right?"

     "Yes."

     "In MY realm, where I rule, there was a being that I couldn't tell how it lurked around? My realm which basically an extension of me?"

     "… I don't think I have ever heard of a being that can do that, Lord Sheogorath." Haskill said.

     "Oh! HAHAHA! I think we know of a certain race that has the potential to develop such features to rival even the Daedric Prices, dear Haskill." Sheogorath said and the smile on his face became even wider.

     "Faeries!"

     ***

     Jon and Isha appeared outside New Sheoth city with Nefertiti waiting for them there.

     "Now, my dead Daedric Unc… Hey, I haven't finished my line just yet."

     "Too slow, Hooman."

     Jon and Nefertiti started quarreling while Isha was looking around dizzily.

     "How did we…" She looked at Jon who was pinching Nefertiti's cheeks while she was scratching his hand and realized that those two freaks were clearly after it. Last time she was shocked senseless by Jon was when he got along with Sheogorath and she decided that this man is very abnormal so there was no need to be shocked each time but this time he escaped from the clutches of a Daedric Prince.

     In truth, Jon and Nefertiti were planning for an escape route before even entering the city of New Sheoth. He told her to not come out of the Shadow World after they were done with the Gatekeeper and left a part of [Greed] with her to be able to open a Shadow Portal through the Shadow World. With such power, not even Sheogorath would see it coming.

     "Hey, you two, this is not the time. We need to find your friend." Isha said.

     "Oops! Almost forgot." Jon froze in his place then he took out the map and checked the location that Sheogorath mentioned.

     "Heretic's Horn is to the East. Not too far." He said.

     "Fine, let's run."

     "Sadly that won't work. It will take us at least an hour if we didn't come across a single monster on the way. We need a fast ride."

     Jon started casting a spell and two Flame Atronach Hawks appeared.

     "Let's roll." Jon and jumped on one and it started flying.

     Isha, who made her mind not to be surprised, got shocked again then her shock turned into anger.

     "Hey, if you could do that from the start? Why didn't you use it on the way here?"

     She was genuinely mad but Jon was already in the air, she looked at the Atronach Hawk that he left for her and growled with anger before figuring out how to ride it.

     *A few miles to the east*

     A large horde of Kurkur monsters were gathered around a large rock near the Enjean Sea. On top of that rock, there was a strange man holding a large sword and on his head, there was a strange mask.

     The mask was that of a chicken head mask. It was half white and half red and the Kurkurs looked at it with admiration.

     Those strange creatures that resembled humanoid chickens with scary faces and large chicken legs were an incarnation of nightmares that Sheogorath was dearly fond of but what Jon and Isha saw from the air was real madness.

     "How are we going to go through all that?" Isha asked.

     "I have no idea."

     Jon carefully looked down and started to ascertain the best plan to take action but that was still a bit complicated. It seemed that the number of the Kurkurs down there was over a thousand or so, even the great Jon Dare would think twice before making a move against such a horde.

     He can summon up to 300 undead creatures from the Soul Crain but because of such massive number his control will be off and they would just follow simple orders like 'Attack' and 'Don't Attack'. With the [Ahzidal's Ring of Necromancy] on him, he can buff them all to rival troublesome monsters like the Kurkurs but his control won't be improved one bit.

     There when he got enlightened by a good idea.

     "Necromancers with my power can control up to 150 undead creatures with ease but going over that criteria would make the Undead stupidly immovable… unless… unless they were commanded by undead like them. Some necromancers chose to turn into a Lich like Mannimarco for the sole reason of the large number of undead they can control. If I needed to control those 300 undead easily, I know just the guy."

     Jon looked into the [Cube] and commanded Odokuro, the hulking bone samurai, to get ready.

     The Kurkur on the land were still cheering and screaming as their leader El Diablo started to shout madly too. Jon was looking for the weakness that Sheogorath and Haskill mentioned, the mount of El Diablo.

     Sadly, there was no such thing and El Diablo was only standing on his feet. Jon wasn't bothered by the fact as he had an alternative plan anyway but now he needed to get to Jon Battle-Born that was possessed by that El Diablo thing.

     "Nefertiti, take Odokuro down."

     Nefertiti followed right away, she went into the [Cube], held onto Odokuro and teleported outside to the ground right away.

     "Isha, hold my hand."

     Jon pulled Isha with [Telekinesis] from the Flame Atronach Hawk she was riding and held on to her. He then switched the suicide attack mode of the Atronach Hawks one and aimed them down at the Kurkur horde.

     *BANG* *BANG*

     Two large explosions hit the flanks of the Horde killing more than two hundred at once. If Jon could level up from that attack, he would have become insanely strong.

     Not minding the silly idea that appeared on his mind. Jon levitated in the air and landed behind Odokuro and Nefertiti. He then took out a Conjuration Staff and started to summon an undead horde of his own.

     In sheer seconds, 200 Wraithmen Warriors and 100 Bonemen Archers appeared around Jon and Isha. They were all black skeletons with deathly cold aura and glimmering blue eyes.

     "Krilon, the Kurkurs they are coming."

     "I know."

     Jon didn't even spare the monsters a glance and ran to Odokuro, he took off some bones from his back and stuffed the Staff in after liking it with the Magicka Reactor in Odokuro's head.

     "Make sure to convey my orders to them."

     Now, all those undead creatures were under Odokuro's control and it was under Jon's control. Jon's commands to Odokuro were transferred from it to the 300 undead creature with ease. Jon couldn't help but smile.

     "Perfect. Sadly, even Odokuro has a limit but it is still far to reach and way better than mine."

     While not realizing it, Jon has created a terrifying [Death Knight] that will shock the whole hidden forces in Skyrim and also the Empire one day not far.

     "And he has his own undead army too! If he was only my type…" Isha started shaking her head.

     "What? I am everyone's type!" Jon heard her.

     Realizing that she thought out loud, Isha wanted to slap her forehead but she didn't.

     "I like men with childish faces and submissive personalities." She said what she thought the opposite of Jon.

     "Damn! A Feminist and a Shotacon… you are a hopeless person and you will die alone!" Jon looked at the buff girl beside him up and down before cussing at her.

     The two didn't mind cursing at each other friendly. Jon and Isha may not be the type of each other but they were developing fast friendship, a friendship forged in the realm of madness.

     "Listen up, Jon my friend is that fool with the chicken head over him, his current weakness is his so-called mount that we did not see yet. You need a mount too, may I borrow that." Jon said and pointed to the [Spear of Bitter Mercy].

     "… Here but the enchantment won't listen to you."

     Jon took the spear anyway and activated the enchantment without a problem, he used the spear's function to summon a Storm Atronach Horse.

     "Here you go."

     "It can do that?" Isha was shocked when she knew that her spear can summon an Atronach that she can ride too.

     "I will teach you the trick later but right now you need to stop El Diablo for me, Odokuro will lead the undead I summoned and I will figure out how to take us from here.

     "Right." Isha was excited with Jon's plan.

     Right at this moment, El Diablo or rather Jon Battle-Born also led the Kurkur monsters towards Jon's Undead. With an overwhelming numerical difference, El Diablo was sure of his win and summoned his mount.

     Between the ranks of the Kurkurs, a large monster started to advance towards El Diablo. It was something so bizarre and none expected to see coming at all.

     "Pffft!" Jon couldn't help but hold his stomach and explode in laughter. Isha's eyes widened and didn't understand how this creature even existed.

     El Diablo jumped on his mount and acted as if he was the king of the world… that was riding on a Giant Chicken.

     [A/n: Giant Chickens appeared in The Elder Scrolls Legends but the Kurkurs are my own idea.]

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     Just as Jon said, there is no better companion than the undead when someone ventures in Oblivion. Not bound by morals or laws, fighting fire with fire is not a bad strategy especially when the enemy is some sort of creature that only manifests in nightmares.

     Jon's force consisted of 300 undead creatures was taking showing a grand result in the first showdown with the Kurkurs. The Wraithmen which are heavily armored skeleton withstood the first charge of the Kurkurs and gave the archer Bonemen in the back a chance to shoot arrows at those beasts.

     In the front of the army, a hulking bone samurai waved its crude blade and moved nimbly between the enemies in a speed unbefitting to its size. Jon has indeed done a splendid job installing combat techniques into that light-weight pile of bones.

     But not only Odokuro was the one who was shining, but there was also a very strong streak of lightning going through the ranks of the Kurkurs. Isha was riding the Storm Atronach Horse that was summoned by the [Spear of Bitter Mercy] and felt she was finally in her natural habitat. The battle maiden that was raised in the warring times between the Crowns and the Forebears of Hammerfell finally got to show her real skill at horsemanship and spearmanship. She was tearing those creatures apart as if they were nothing just with one sting from [Bitter Mercy].

     "LALALALALA!" She howled a battle scream and kept rushing towards El Diablo on his chicken mount.

     Amidst her rush, an abnormally large Kurkur, with the features of a cock rooster rather than a hen, jumped towards her from the side with its talons seeking to rip her apart. Isha was faced with either gambling and dodging the Rooster Kurkur or losing her charger while blocking it. There was no much time and Isha was about to block but a large black shadow flew over her head and landed on the Rooster Kurkur obliterating it into pieces.

     "Not tasty!"

     A large black cat appeared on the dead rooster kurkur pressing its head to the ground and mashing it like nothing. Nefertiti then sunk in shadow and appeared somewhere else as the kurkurs started getting smashed under her mighty paws.

     Isha couldn't be surprised anymore and only kept a fierce smile and charged forward towards El Diablo.

     As soon as she reached her target, a violent clash occurred between her and El Diablo. Jon Battle-Born wasn't focusing on training lately so his skill wasn't like Jon or Wulfur so he would lose to Isha who was on the level of Wulfur but that wasn't the case. Just as Jon predicted, he was possessed by something. By just her intuition, she figured out who was the real El Diablo.

     It was the Giant Chicken.

     The power of Jon Battle-Born seemed to have increased drastically for his normal level and dragging a long battle would be dangerous for him. Jon started conveying orders to Isha and Nefertiti through Telepathy and the two cooperated in dragging Jon Battle-Born and El Diablo away from the horde of the Kurkurs.

     "Odokuro, return."

     Odokuro slew the few kurkurs that were surrounding it and dashed towards Jon who finished preparing the spell from one of the Time Magic Tomes he gained from Earil. He kept the spell on hold and moved away from the protection of the undead while being covered by Odokuro.

     As soon as Odokuro reached him and both were away from any fighting, Jon put his hand on Odokuro and controlled the undead army through it. First, he broke the defensive formation and turned the battle into chaos then cast a very daring spell.

     [Corpse Explosion]

     The spell was conveyed through the undead to the corpses of the dead Kurkurs and to the undead themselves.

     A large tremor could be felt and the land started to shake.

     Not just a single explosion but a series of large explosions of magic energy, kurkur meat and feathers, bone shards and broken weapons, even the dirt, wood and rocks of the forest. Everything around the battlefield turned into a hellish scene.

     "… Fuck!"

     Even Jon himself didn't see this one coming. His Magicka was strong lately but how strong did he get. He was very focused on meditation without watching his state rising but the sheer density of the Magicka itself was mortifying. He even estimated that the explosion can be heard clearly in New Sheoth.

     Putting aside Jon, the ones who were not caught in the explosion who are Isha, Nefertiti, El Diablo and Jon Battle-Born were staring at the explosion and forgot their battle.

     "Hooman… awesome! Do it again!"

     "Gods!"

     "… BUCK BAAAAK BUCK BUCK … BaQaaaaaaack!"

     El Diablo seemed to have been pained because of the large loss its kin suffered and no longer cared for Isha or Nefertiti, the power of the Giant Chicken was above and beyond any normal beast. Only the Firemane's Grizzly Scar Bears and Frost Dire Wolves would compare to its might. It disobeyed its rider who was going to focus on Isha and Nefertiti and charged madly towards Jon.

     "Krilon, watch out." Isha shouted atop of her voice and directed the Storm Atronach Horse she was riding to chase after El Diablo.

     Nefertiti sank in shadow and sped through the Shadow World to reach Jon first.

     Jon was fully away of what's happening and instead of facing El Diablo, he stored Odokuro on the [Cube] and started to run.

     "This way, you stupid chicken."

     He kicked the ground towards the large boulder Jon Battle-Born was standing on before the battle and ran with all his speed. He was so fast that the Giant Chicken was struggling to keep up.

     Jon reached the Boulder right away and found what he was looking for, the place of the Portal.

     Portals from Oblivion to the Mortal World were hard to open especially from Oblivion due to the protection of the Dragon God Akatosh but that was no problem for Jon. He simply could use the [Skeleton Key].

     A keyhole formed itself on the place of the portal and…

     *click*

     "Stop making that sound."

     Jon shouted at the [Skeleton Key] but the poor object had no power but to take Jon's Magicka and open a portal.

     As the Portal opened, it was wormhole towards Mundus rather than a direct gate. Jon did that using the principals of Space Magic and Time Magic to apply his scheme.

     El Diablo and Jon Battle-Born reached Jon and only a few meters were between them. Jon was ever so vigilant to his back and just as he was about to get attacked, he teleported behind El Diablo and attacked it with the Thu'um.

     "FUS!"

     A strong wave of raw force pushed El Diablo into the Portal. The two couldn't resist the push fell into the portal.

     "Hooman."

     "Krilon, are you alright."

     "Yeah yeah, we don't have enough time. Get ready."

     Jon cast the spell he was preparing from the beginning of the battle on the portal.

     The portal colors and actions started to change and a great amount of energy came from it.

     "What is that?"

     "We are not only going to travel through space but through time to." Jon declared with an ecstatic voice.

     "Is… is that alright?" Isha was hesitant.

     "Well, no one did it before so it should be, right?"

     "Tall Papa, save me." She was on the verge of tears but time was up. Jon dragged her and Nefertiti into the portal.

     ***

     *Riverwood*

     Jon and Isha appeared right outside the place where he left a mark behind the wall of Riverwood. Jon checked with the 'Augur' that couldn't reach him in the Shivering Isles and confirmed the time.

     "Perfect."

     He was excited and started sneaking away towards the mountain across the river without making a single trace of energy leak out.

     Isha was following him silently waiting for him to fill her in but she still had a strange feeling.

     "Krilon, are you feeling that too?" She asked.

     "I know what you are going to tell but don't follow your hunch this time. If you did you may cause a Dragon Break." He said and kept walking silently.

     "A Dragon Break?"

     "A Time Break to be accurate. Dragon Breaks are when realities collide and all come true at once. Don't worry, when the current situation is over, that feeling will go away."

     She didn't understand what was going on but as soon as Jon found a place in the mountain forest to hide in, he looked back at Riverwood and pointed.

     "Look towards the place of the prison cell where the Oblivion Rift was." He said.

     Isha looked towards it and focused her eyes. For a strong warrior like her, it was no problem to see this far.

     "What am I looking for?" She asked.

     "Wait for it… here it comes."

     Jon made sure to block the sounds around them in case Isha freaked out and…

     "GODS!"

     She did freak out.

     "Hehehe! Awesome… man, I look so cool from afar."

     Jon and Isha were watching something that did not happen in fairy tales itself.

     Just over there in the village, there were two versions of themselves sneaking into the prison cell of Riverwood. The two versions seemed to be focusing on each other and didn't notice Jon and Isha.

     About a minute later, the two versions opened the Oblivion Rift and traveled through it.

     "Okay. It is done now."

     "Wait! What was that?" Isha shouted.

     Jon smiled under the mask. There was no problem in her causing a ruckus now.

     "We traveled back to Mundus not just by space but by time. We came a few minutes earlier to when we left."

     "WHAT! How is that even possible?"

     "The answer is the simplest of them all… It just works." Jon made a particular tone while answering the question.

     "Don't 'just works me', explain it! Was that us?"

     "Yep, the genuine very us from the past. I couldn't exactly tell what time we should arrive on but I didn't miss too much. Remember when you arrived in Oblivion one day before me?"

     "… Yes."

     "It was then when I realized that time travel is possible. Jon my friend didn't miss his wedding after all this madness. Ahahaha! Aren't I just awesome?"

     "… Fuck!"

     Isha was at a loss of what to do or say.

     She promised herself she would be cool around Jon and not get surprised like an idiot but that one completely got her.

     "The only reason we couldn't meet our versions was because of an event known as the 'Dragon Break', it is when the time of the world gets injured and the Dragon God become forced to put back all the realities together. If we met them, there will be two Krilon and two Isha's. Understand now?"

     "I see."

     "Actually, we are not done yet. El Diablo should be traveling through the portal here. I delayed their arrival but I can summon them now are. You ready?"

     "… I am finishing this Labour and will never see you again? Right?"

     "Probably."

     "Good."

     "… Maybe the two past versions of us return as two mad villains that want to haunt us and take our places so we should, you know, just in case..."

     "STOP IT!"

     "Okay! Just kidding… just kidding."

     Jon shook his head and cast a spell towards empty space and a portal appeared, he then cast a few others spells and used the [Skeleton Key] to make the last touches.

     "Here it comes."

     Jon put back all the tools spells he had and took out [Bloodskall] waiting for the arrival of El Diablo and Jon Battle-Born.

     The portal moved chaotically and a large figure jumped out of it.

     El Diablo and Jon Battle-Born fell on the ground, Jon and Isha looked down at them and smiled.

     "How tastes your meat, Diablo?"

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     "What do you mean I got drunk and walked through the forest to Riverwood?"

     "My friend, you got sank yourself in mead yesterday. I doubt that you even remember anything you said or did."

     "… I guess… I guess you are right. I am no milk-drinker who can't hold his drink. Tell me, how much did it take for me to get pissed drunk and pass out in Riverwood."

     "Two barrels, I think."

     "Ooooh! I think I outdid myself this time. Thank you, my friend."

     "Here, take this hangover remedy and get dressed in those."

     I handed Jon Battle-Born a clean robe that I prepared beforehand. He was already cleaned up in the river and everything was going well.

     "Thank you, Jon. I don't know what I have done without you."

     "No worries, Jon."

     "Oh right, Jon. What is the time now?"

     "We are not that late, Jon. We still can make it with magic."

     "Ahaha, you are the smart one, after all, Jon. Well, what are you waiting for?"

     "Hold on tight, Jon."

     "You are enjoying this thing with our names. Right, Jon."

     "Yes, Jon. My name in my past life was very common and I used to do the same with my friends who have the same name. Oh right, apparently my real father is also called Jon too."

     "Damn, Jon! You found your real father?"

     "Yes, but it's a secret, Jon. He is way too ugly to relate to me."

     "… Well, I don't think… whatever, Jon."

     I carried Jon Battle-Born with [Telekinesis] and flew up with [Levitate], I took me nearly five minutes to cross the woods of Riverwood at my top speed and finally reached Whiterun. Flying over cities was banned throughout the Empire so we had to land outside the city in a hidden place then run to the city gate as fast as we could. Once we were checked out, we headed towards the Grey-Mane manor.

     The one who met us first was Wulfur.

     "Where in Oblivion have you been?" He asked.

     "In Oblivion, the Shivering Isles to be exact… anyway, is everything okay?" I said.

     "Not really, the Imperial Spies showed up. It seemed that they decided to confront us directly without sneaking around."

     "What? What did those fuckers do?" Jon Battle-Born turned pale in an instant.

     "They came with the Jarl as his guests. Of course, they will try to cause discord between the families so you should be wary. Also, you are late. The Elders are getting impatient and the Imperials will surely take advantage of that."

     "Damn them."

     "Leave it to me, just look dignified and follow my lead." I said.

     "What will you do?"

     "I will be your lawyer… I mean your spokesman."

     As the three of us agreed on what to do, Jon Battle-Born walked in with two massive hooligans behind him (Wulf and I). The old 'White Wolves' team from almost three years ago.

     The first sight that we saw was the Elders and the males from all the clans sitting around the fire pit in the Grey-Mane manor, they were Olfrid and Idolaf Battle-Born, Eorlund and Vignar Grey-Man, Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, as well as other esteemed gentlemen from around Whiterun. Behind the seats of the men where the seats of the women, I could see Alina and Olfina as well as the other old and young ladies.

     The gazes that fill on Jon Battle-Born were heavy and sharp. He looked around and walked right in.

     "Father, Father-in-Law."

     The two nodded to him without saying anything.

     "You are late." Thorald Grey-Mane spoke.

     "Oh, yes, brother-in-law. I was busy doing my things and took me quite a while, was hard to get into these fancy robes." Jon deflected Thorald smoothly and the latter smiled without going further.

     Jon Battle-Born was mentally prepared for all manners of provocations during this event. Still, the Elders didn't seem to be intending to move the situation. I could figure it out as Jarl Balgruuf was here and he still was the head of Whiterun and had to say a word for the sake of courtesy. Yet he looked troubled and the next words didn't come from him but from the Imperial man beside him.

     "I heard it is very rude to be late for your wedding here in Skyrim. Something about tradition and that. Looks like the young generation is not that much into traditions." The man talked to the people around him but with a voice audible enough to be heard by the whole gathering.

     As the Elders heard what he said, signs of dissatisfaction started to appear in their eyes. The Imperial was indeed bold but Jon Battle-Born was still at fault.

     "Uncles, Jarl Balgruuf, esteemed guests." I walked past Jon Battle-Born and greeted the gathering.

     "Thane Jon Dare." "Thane Jon." "…"

     The people nodded to greeting and focused on me.

     "Last night, my brothers and I went on one of those bachelor parties where things go wrong in every inconceivable was. Very funny was last night, I remember this guy drinking two Honningbrew barrels on his own… quiet the sight, believe me." I said and turned around to face the other direction of the gathering.

     "But that's not what is important here. What is important here is that we gathered here today to celebrate life and success and that's what we'll be doing. What I love most about us people is how far that can go and how far can we sacrifice for the things we desire and the ones we love. A man that is willing to go to the ends of Nirn to protect what he desires, to bash through what hinders him from left and right for the sake of his loved ones, now that's a man I can trust." I said as I patted the shoulder of Jon Battle-Born.

     "Oh… if they know things we do for love." I turned around and faced Alina and Jullanar who were standing at the back. The Elders who were sitting around nodded to those last words of mine.

     "We Nords value tradition above all else and honor the forefathers and boast with their glories all day long. Grey-Manes, the finest smiths in the land! Battle-Borns, the wealthiest traders! All with grand history and far glory that reaches the name of the ever so honored in the Hall of Shor, Ysgroammor."

     "Yeah!" "Well said!"

     The people started to finally heat up.

     "Yesterday when my brother and I were swimming in mead, my brother Jon Battle-Born over here whispered something to me. He said that he was thinking of the fairest maiden to his eyes and he wished to do something for her, something that revives the old traditions and brings honor to her name. I, as a dead drunk back then, may or may not have mentioned something about making a grand deed." I started to pull the interest of the people around me.

     Jon almost tilted his head as I was clearly making up things.

     "That night, my brother Jon Battle-Born went on his own when everyone was passed out with a sword in hand and entered the forest to the south. He swore to hunt a mighty beast for the sake of Olfina."

     """OHH!""" The people gathering around were in awe. It was a foolish act yet brave and manly. They were all anticipating what Jon hunted.

     "Just to put your minds at ease, I am not going to tell the details of the hunt, it was way too chaotic and the notion of a 'Mighty Beast' can be very weird in the perspective of a drunken person."

     """Hahahaha!""" Laughs echoed through the hall.

     "Show us already." "Yeah, don't hold us all that time."

     "Fine, fine… Everyone, clear the place in the middle." I said and moved everyone to the back.

     "A little bit more if you may." I urged them back a bit more.

     "Just how big was his hunt?" Someone asked.

     "He said it himself, a drunken person perspective can turn a tree into a beast."

     "Haha! Yes, it happens."

     As the people cleared the place, I spread my hands around and a large magic circle was formed above me. It was just a distraction for me to take out the thing from the [Cube].

     *Thud*

     A large thing hit the ground and the people around the hall jumped away.

     It was El Diablo.

     A deathly silence followed the appearance of the giant chicken. Everyone simply looked at it while going through some sort of a lag. Even Jon Battle-Born himself was frozen.

     I have convinced him outside that he hunted a large beast but I didn't give any details due to the tight time.

     I am sure he will handle it will.

     Anyway, I walked beside him and held his arm up while shouting.

     "YEAAH!"

     The people looked at me with frenzied eyes then realized what had happened.

     """"""YEAAAAAAH!""""""

     ***

     The situation turned into complete chaos. For such a chicken to exist… it was something worthy of making a ruckus after all.

     What saved Jon Battle-Born was the fact that he was drunk and he didn't remember a thing but he was still proud of the result and acted as the king of the world.

     I left him with Wulfur and the rest and headed outside the town to a certain estate. It was the Dare Dragon Company's outpost. Before I go in, I put my [Krilon] mask on then walked inside.

     "Krilon."

     "Hooman."

     Two ladies were waiting for me in there. Isha and Nefertiti.

     "I trust that you two hand a safe journey to this place." I said.

     "Yes, thanks to little Nefertiti here, I didn't have to lose my way again." Isha replied.

     "… Thank you for letting us have El Diablo. It will be cooked now, you should wait and have a taste."

     "Another time, my friend. I had enough madness for one lifetime ever since I met you."

     "Hahaha! Sorry, about that."

     The atmosphere was a bit empty as were done with our journey together.

     "Here, I prepared this for you." I handed her a Magic Tome. "This is how to use the [Spear of Bitter Mercy]'s function to conjure Storm Atronach Mounts. You will find a spell for it and many notes I added."

     "Oh, thank you, Krilon. I guess I will learn magic then."

     She took the tome and kept it.

     We looked at each other once again and she spoke.

     "I guess this is it."

     "I guess so."

     "Well, then… till I see you again, Krilon."

     "You too, Isha."

     She said and walked out of the estate but before she passed the door, she stopped and looked at me.

     "Hey, remember that time when I told you about the [Labours]? You didn't take it rather well back then."

     "…" She brought out a topic I didn't want to hear.

     "Hey, don't worry too much. You are a capable person, the most capable in my opinion. Whenever your [Labours] will come and whatever it is, you will make it, man." She said as if she read my mind.

     "I… I am not worried about the [Labours]." I said.

     "I know. No one does, no one should. What we all fear is what they hold against us. You sound like a guy who has much to lose, Krilon." She said.

     "… Yeah."

     "… Don't worry. I am heading to my final Labour now. It will be in Morrowind. Gods know how long it will take… a year, two…" She paused then spoke again, "I miss my brother back in Hammerfell. But I know that nothing bad will happen to him until I am done. Don't worry, friend. Don't worry."

     She said those words and left.

     I was standing with solemn expressions behind my mask.

     I knew the day is drawing nearer and the Azura will come to claim the price.

     Little did I know that the wheel of fate has already spun.

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     *4th of, Sun's Dusk (November), 4E 197*

     One week after Jon Battle-Born's wedding in the Firemane Clan grounds, Jon arrived with Nurina, Alina and the rest of the household. The ones who met him after the mountain tunnel were his cousins.

     "Hafthor, Vladimir."

     "Jonhild, you are late, cousin."

     "Where is mother?"

     "At the Keep, you've got to hurry up."

     The group sped through the Firemane glade and town arriving at the Keep at the end of the road. Jon walked in the place where his height wasn't that remarkable and passed through his relatives until he arrived on the second floor. He was led by the servants to a place where only his father Jonrad and his grandfather Tormund were waiting.

     "Patriarch Tormund, Brother Jonrad, how is she?" Nurina asked.

     "She has been in there for half an hour now, but… how did you arrive that fast?" Tormund Firemane asked.

     "We received a Telepathic call from Grandma Jenna, Master Nurina teleported us at the gates right away." Alina replied.

     "Yes… magic! Explains everything nowadays." Tormund didn't think too much about it.

     "Jonhild, I wanted your mother to see you before she goes in." Jonrad said as he patted Jon's shoulder.

     "Why?"

     "I just wanted her to focus on your face so she can do a better job with the kid she is going to deliver. Can't have another kid as ugly as you."

     "Do you want me to mess with your face, ugly old man?"

     "You two, take it out."

     "Sorry, father." "Sorry, grandfather."

     Earlier this morning, Hilda had the signs of giving birth as her water broke. The whole clan was flipped outside down and the second floor of the keep was fairly emptied for her.

     Jon was summoned by the 'Telepathy Scroll' that Nurina left for the Firemanes and they arrived as fast as they could, of course, it was faster than what anyone would expect.

     With everyone waiting outside the door of the room where Hilda was giving birth, the events going inside were pretty much audible.

     "Damn, did you feel that? I feel like Hilda punched someone." Jonrad thought out loud.

     "Or someone punched from inside." Jon had a more terrifying thought.

     "… Kid, you are evil."

     "Just what I caught from you, old man."

     Young Jon and Old Jon were having their own spar of words just in front of the door but what they didn't expect was a large woman coming out of the door and sending them away like loosen kites with a push.

     "Out of my way. Someone bring some warm water here."

     Skadi Firemane brought a wooden tub and shoved it at the nearest ones in front of her who were sent flying.

     "On it."

     Alina took the tub and went on the errand.

     "I think we should move out of the way."

     "Good call."

     ***

     Time passed and the two oversized troublemakers were called back again.

     "Jonrad, they need you in there."

     Tormund pushed Jonrad towards the door and nervousness started to appear on the latter's face.

     Jonrad and Jon both were nervous since Hilda went in especially Jonrad. He was trying to not worry Jon by acting normal and funny around him yet Jon noticed that since the beginning.

     Now in front of the door, the only free ones were Jon and his grandfather Tormund.

     "Grandfather, do all the men in the clan act cheeky when they get nervous?" Jon asked.

     "Haha! It's the theme of the family, boy."

     "I see… I took that one too."

     "What? You are all a Firemane, the most one of us. Safe to say, other than me and the kid that is being delivered right now, you are a Firemane from both the father and the mother. If only…"

     "If only?"

     "Sigh! I check the stars before dawn every day since last month."

     "You mean… I see."

     Apparently, Tormund Firemane was checking on the stars every night to see if they would turn into the Serpent Constellation or not. The Serpent would come any day once a year and very randomly at that. To Tormund Firemane, his grandchild Jon was born under it, his son-in-law Jonrad was born under it and…

     "Ve was born under it."

     Ve Firemane, Jonrad's father and Tormund's cousin who was as close as a brother, one of the survivors of the [Great Collapse] and the former Patriarch of the Clan.

     "He was born under the Serpent too? I thought Serpents can't be patriarchs."

     "They can't. Well, it was only him and I along with few children and women that survived and went to seek shelter at the Moonblade's home. I was injured and he led the Firemane bloodline to survival. We needed a miracle to establish ourselves again and we betted on the Fate of the Serpent, we survived, thrived and grew to what you see today."

     "I see. Not too bad then… the Serpent, I mean."

     "…" Tormund didn't reply.

     Jon felt the awkwardness in the air and spoke.

     "Mother asked me to check for the stars too and it seemed that this is not the night of the Serpent." Jon said.

     Tormund turned to Jon with questioning eyes.

     "Eh, you see, my Grandmaster, Nurina's Master is an almighty powerful wizard, I did he a favor lately and asked her about the Serpent night, it seems to be happening at the first days of Dawn Star (December)." Jon said.

     "… Oh, I see. Thank you, child." Tormund's face became better.

     If Ve's another grandson was also born under the Serpent then the line of Ve was truly favored to be tested by the Gods in Tormund's point of view. Tormund always wanted to see one of Ve's children to inherit the title of the Clan Head one day and now it seems possible.

     "Father didn't tell me much about him. Grandpa Ve." Jon said.

     "Hmmm… He was a large warrior who favored the small weapon. Axes and Arming Swords, not too much of a long sword wielder like you. Just give him to axes or two swords then point him somewhere. He always delivered. I followed him since we were lads but he was older and he wanted to leave for his own adventure. He ended up in Cyrodiil and became a mercenary. Not much love was for Cyrodiil then especially after the Mede Dynasty taking over and the Oblivion Crisis still fresh in memory. When he returned, he was on some sort of a quest to hunt down some evil that got some of his friends. Not sharing much with me back then, he kept it all in his mind until Winterhold fell and we struggled till we reached here. We thrived thanks to him but he was still being haunted by something. After your father was born, he left the clan for me to lead and went on some hunt somewhere. We heard he is fighting a great enemy and went after him, we took the ships and sailed west, the Moonblades swore to follow and our sworn brother Hjor Moonblade, Sigurd's father, came with me. Jonrad was 16 by then. We…"

     Tormund, who got immersed in the story, halted as he noticed he was going to tell a grim tale.

     "…" Jon didn't ask his grandfather but kept looking.

     "A tale for another time. Maybe your father will tell you."

     "I see… What about my father? What is there that I don't know about him?" Jon asked.

     "… Just look at yourself in a mirror, boy. You will know." Tormund smiled and said.

     "Come on, grandpa. I'm way more handsome."

     "See… you, your father and your grandfather, you are all that stubborn Nord that you can't tell anything to without cracking your skulls first."

     "I am not going to disagree here." Jon said.

     "Oh, one last thing you have in common, you three are all Clevermen."

     'Cleverman' is a Nord native word that means Mage.

     "Grandfather Ve was a mage too?"

     "Not that much. You are a better mage than your father, your father is a better mage than his. From what I know, each one of you had a style. You are the bad image of mages who do strange things that no one understands. What is your specialty if you don't mind me asking?"

     "… Thanks, I am a Mystic."

     "Well, Jonrad is the famed [King of Ash], he likes to burn stuff and do things like Dragons."

     "A Dragonknight."

     "Yes, that's the word. Ve was not that much, actually, Hildy fights like him. A Healer who fights and heals himself constantly to keep fighting longer and longer until they sink in a blood sea of their making. Your grandfather liked to enchant too and he was good at it."

     "Really? Is there anything I can see?" Jon eyes brightened up.

     "Here."

     Tormund took his sword and showed it to Jon.

     "Isn't that [Gram]?" Jon asked.

     "Yes."

     Gram is the sword of the Firemane Patriarch, the sword that represents the family. An Ebony one-handed sword with a golden hilt and a magnificent craftsmanship. Jon always admired the sword but he knew that Wulfur will be able to craft something similar one day but now as the sword was in his hand, he could feel the enchantment on it.

     The first was a Flame Enchantment, as expected of a Firemane. The second came as a bit of surprise, it was truly domineering and powerful, a Disintegration enchantment that can break weapons and armors like mush.

     "Truly amazing!" Jon's eyes were lusting for the sword now.

     "Keep it in your pants, boy."

     "That's exactly where it is going." Jon said. "Can I try something? I promise I won't cause a scene."

     "Fine, but do it away."

     Jon nodded and pointed the sword away from the crowded area then called out [Greed] and told it to mix with [Gram].

     A one-handed ebony sword with a great craftsmanship was mixed with a shadowy entity that can transform items into a version more befitting for the nature of enchanting soul and the enchantment type, the result was shocking.

     [Gram] transformed from its normal Carolingian sword appearance to demonic one much like a Daedric Sword from the game. [Greed] which had the ability to show the true nature of things it mixes with showed an image Jon didn't foresee.

     "… Grandfather. Do you have any details on the soul Grandfather Ve used to enchant this blade with?"

     Jon turned around and asked Tormund whose mouth was open agape. Jon retreated [Greed] back under his sleeves and handed the sword back to his grandfather.

     "What?"

     "The type of the soul that was used for the Initial Enchantment. I suspect it is the Soul of a Daedra, am I right?" Jon asked.

     Tormund was still recovering from the shock but he shook his head.

     "The soul… it is not. It was a Vampire's soul. Your Grandfather was a vampire hunter."

     ***

     The revelation that Tormund let out was shocking but Jon wasn't taken aback that much. Vampire hunting is a noble cause if the vampire was a harmful one.

     To Jon's knowledge, vampires from the game and vampires, in reality, are really a world apart. There are normal Vampires and Noble Vampires as expected but the power and the diversity are far beyond the game. Vampires were an interesting research topic but Jon kept it under the rug as there weren't much details outside the forbidden section in the College's Arcanaeum.

     "I guess that's to be expected from my dear family. The Grandfather is a vampire hunter, the Father is a Dragonknight ex-Blade, and I am a Dragonborn. My dear descendants, please don't disappoint your forefathers and conquer the world."

     Jon was shaking his head left and right while sighing. It seems heroics were deep in the family. But still… the story that Tormund won't tell got him thinking. Jon knew that his grandfather Ve died in battle defending Tormund and Jonrad and that was a thing that the two of them don't prefer to talk about and turn cold if someone asked them. A few in the clan know the tale but Jon can't ask really in the open.

     While his turmoil of thoughts, the door to the room opened and Jonrad walked out. A silly smiled was hanging on his face and a blue bruise around his left eye.

     Jon laughed and Tormund shook his head.

     "Yeah yeah, your mother is a feisty one. You can come in. It's a twin! A boy and a girl."

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     *A week later.*

     "Look at those two cuties."

     "Jonhild, if you wake them up, you won't see the end of it. Roll over here."

     "Yes, Ma."

     Just on what basis can one denied to the right of getting close to those two cuties. I understand they are the devils that can't be put to sleep easily but they are way too cute.

     A boy and a girl, that's what the family was blessed with. The boy is 'Thor' and the girl is 'Idun'.

     The Cute Aura they emit can melt away any Aura in existence, even Nefertiti is very fond of them. She comes to see them from afar then runs away immediately. 'Curious little hoomans' she calls them.

     My real brother and sister that share blood with me. Now that's something.

     Nurina discarded all her duties on Laaneth and decided to stay in the Firemane clan a few more days or maybe months depending on how can we force an overpowered Dunmer mage to leave. And speaking of Laaneth, we had to send Uncle Tyr to her as it seems the two share a history that I am not informed about.

     Anyway, it was very peaceful and harmonious around here. Everyone gave Hilda her space as it seemed that her skills of raising kids got rusty, she was perfect at keeping one from falling into the hands of the Thalmor though.

     The one who was happy the most was Jonrad. He made a few parties here and there and danced till he fell. Each day was a celebration of a sort during the past week.

     Because of the Firemane's long lifespan that is double the normal Nords, the birthrate is low but having twins is quite the common thing. This is all due to the Giants' bloodline in us. Hilda and Skadi are twins, cousins Vladimir and Veka are twins, cousins Signi and Eirik are twins and so on.

     "Thor and Idun. You decided on those names too fast."

     "Oh, that was when you were born. We didn't expect anything to happen back then so we planned those names for the newborn whether a boy or a girl. The idea of calling you Jonhild only came to us after we realized we may not continue together as a family for a long time so we had to keep you with something of us and Jonhild became Jon. If only we knew you would become this ugly." Jonrad said.

     "The only reason I am not beating your face to a mirror is to not wake up those to angels." I said.

     "You two hate looking alike that much?" Hilda asked.

     ""We are nothing alike.""

     "Suit yourselves. You two are sleeping together in the barn by the way until you sort out that ugliness thing between you." Hilda said.

     "Come on. Don't be like that."

     "It's insolvable. How can you even ask for such a thing?"

     "That's final."

     "Fine, I am going out for a drink with Bragi." Jonrad excused himself and went out.

     I watched him pick his katana and head out, he always keep his weapons close just like me.

     Damn, too many similarities!

     "So… how do you feel? Do you want me to do something around?" I asked Hilda.

     "Oh! Will you listen to this good boy! You finally decided to put down whatever you were tinkering with and decided to help me?"

     In my hand, there was a Light Screen and I was trying to apply a new method of a Binary Enchantment on it.

     "I was just working, you know."

     "Yeah, yeah. Keep doing whatever that is and don't come to me when you can't see anymore."

     "Fine, I know a few healing spells that can cure blindness anyway."

     "Suit yourself."

     Hilda was in a good mood after Thor and Idun went to sleep.

     "Oh, right. I spoke with Grandpa about combat last week."

     "Good! Your grandfather is really a great warrior, I can't defeat him no matter what I tried."

     "Yeah, we spoke about your fighting style too. He told me that you learned something or two from Grandpa Ve."

     "… He said that?"

     "Yes." I was choosing my words carefully here.

     Hilda looked away and nodded.

     "It is true. I learned something or two. I was very young back then when he was alive but I heard about the way he fought and I imitated it till I came with my own."

     "I see… How did grandpa fight then?"

     "Father fights with a Sword and Shield like a true War Chief."

     "I am asking about Grandpa Ve." I said.

     Hilda looked at me and narrowed her eyes.

     "Why is this sudden interest in your grandfather?"

     "Nothing, I just got curious because of your answers."

     "Curiosity killed the cat."

     "It wouldn't dare!" This saying offends me a lot.

     "Hahaha… oops! Almost woke the kids. Shut up!"

     Hilda looked at me and smiled.

     "Don't bother about learning my style and go learn from your father."

     "… I am not trying to do so."

     "Really? I thought you were curious because you wanted to learn…"

     "Learn fighting like a mad person who doesn't bother getting injured to heal himself over and over. Sorry, I have my own fighting style and I am quite satisfied with it."

     "Then why are you asking?"

     "… Fine, Grandpa let me hold the family's sword [Gram] and I checked the Enchantment on it then learned it was enchanted by Grandpa Ve, so I got curious."

     "Father let you hold [Gram]?" Hilda was taken aback for some reason. "Father doesn't let anyone other than Jonrad and Sigurd... oh! I see!"

     She thought for a while then looked at me with narrowed eyes.

     "I know that father sometimes has a big mouth, what else did you get from him?"

     "Nothing, why would I…"

     "Speak. Father let you hold [Gram] which means he opened up for you. You are smart Jon but I know my father way better."

     "Okay, I found out that enchantment soul of [Gram] is a vampire soul and Grandpa confirmed my suspicions when he told me that Grandpa Ve used to hunt vampires."

     "… So he told you." Hilda seemed bothered by the fact.

     "And?"

     "Listen, Jonhild. I am going to conclude it for you. Vampires are a sensitive topic in our clan and in the Moonblade clan, don't go asking around and get yourself in trouble. All you need to know is… Your father Jonrad and father-in-law Sigurd have a big grudge against vampires, your grandfather Ve and Alina's grandfather Hjor Moonblade were both killed on the hands of those creatures and just because of the danger, we managed to convince Sigurd and Jonrad to not go after them. Don't you open up old wounds, son. Understand?"

     "… Y-Yes."

     Hilda's tone was annoyed but I could see that she was very sincere.

     So Ve Firemane and Hjor Moonblade, sworn brothers to grandpa Tormund were killed by vampires. This matter is getting deeper and deeper. I am not sure if I will like it or not but I think I shouldn't dig around the subject for now and let it go for the time being.

     ***

     "You are leaving already?"

     "Sorry, Hilda. That boy will cause a scene if we don't go back."

     Hilda and Nurina were saying goodbyes to each other but it was really hard to part from those two little cute brother and sister of mine.

     "Hooman, look! They are dreaming."

     Even Nefertiti couldn't keep her eyes off them. This goodbye is getting harder by the second.

     "Do you really have to go?" Hilda asked.

     "Yes, I am having an important meeting in Solitude in the next month. The High King is calling for an Assembly before the yearly tournament. I need to assemble a team to represent Winterhold and ready some stuff for the event. You know how things go with politicians, you can never be extra careful around those twerps."

     "Then I wish you luck, kid. Come see your brother and sister after that is over." Hilda said.

     "Now that I think about it, if nothing rudely appeared in my schedule then I am free after the Assembly. That's good, I promise I will come."

     "I will come to get you if you didn't, and it won't be nice." Hilda hugged me and said so.

     "Fine."

     That day, I departed from the clan grounds hoping to return after a month or two at the very most.

     The Assembly will take a lot of my time and effort and Wulfur will be leaving to Orsinium, the Orc Kingdom between Skyrim and Hammerfell.

     Anyway, the Assembly is what matters now. I don't Ulfric Stormcloak, Laila Law-Giver, Dengeir of Stuhn, and Skald the Elder would attend this assembly. They were already trying to press Jarl Korir not to go and sent a few messages for me.

     I also suspect that Skald the Elder, Jarl of the Pale, will do something rash if I traveled through his land to Solitude. The man is completely nuts. Last month, we received refugees from his hold but that was not interesting, the interesting thing was the identity of these refugees. They were Giants! It seemed that Skald doesn't like me so much to the point that he pushes the giants and mammoths from his hold to mine.

     Handling the giants is actually something that needed to be done before leaving to Solitude and lucky for me, the Firemanes agreed to lend a hand. Aunt Skadi will come to talk some sense into those giants.

     Still, there was that feeling that something I was missing something and things were going wrong from a direction that I was not watching. I just couldn't get rid of that feeling.

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     Four bodies collided with each other in a close manner, erotic moans and huffs went loose only to be blocked from leaking outside by the trusty enchantments on the walls of the room. Jon and his women were having a love night in the middle of the night in their home.

     Aela was opening lying on the bed having Jullanar over her whose waist was raised while being bounded by Jon. He, on the other hand, was carrying Alina and engaging with her in a heated kissing battle.

     He switched between the three girls every now and lined them up to have his way with them. Unlike the other girls outside his household, those three girlfriends of his were all powerful warriors that can withstand him going all wild.

     The loving Alina, the energetic Jullanar and the wild Aela were the best he can ask for. Other than them, ordinary girls don't last anymore. He even stopped going to the Bathhouse after what happened in the [Shivering Isles].

     After putting the three girls down and they laid nude around him, he started thinking of the rise of power he possessed he looked at the status window provided by the Augur and sighed.

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     -Jonhild Firemane (Jon Dare)

     -Human (Nord)

     -Level 9 - Iron Bone Stage - Dragon Frame Realm

     -Vitality: 1521

     -Magicka: 3979

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     -Agent of Talos: [Fortify Thu'um]

     -Agent of Kyne: [Empower Thu'um]

     -Agent of All-Maker: [Root of Power: 2500% Magicka Regeneration]

     -Agent of Sheogorath: [Mad Champion: 2500% Vitality Regeneration]

     -The Guardian Dragon: [Ashen Flame]

     -Black Book: [Bardic Knowledge]

     -Shadow Stone: [Blur: Fortify Speed] [Hide in Shadows: Fortify Sneaking]

     -Firemane: [Titanborn: Beast Master] [Fireborn: 50% Resist Flame Element]

     -Nord: [Battle Cry] [Frost: 50% Resist Frost Element]

     -Battle Spirit: [Tyrant Aura] [Mad Aura] [Lightning Aura]

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     -Mysticism: [Expert]

     -Destruction: [Expert]

     -Conjuration: [Expert]

     -Enchanting: [Expert]

     -Alteration: [Adept]

     -Restoration: [Adept]

     -Illusion: [Apprentice]

     -Alchemy: [Apprentice]

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     [Unrelenting Force] [Clear Skies] [Aura Whisper] [Frost Breath] [Fire Breath] [Whirlwind Sprint]

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     "Goddamn! When did I become this ridicules?"

     Jon shot up to Level 9 Iron Bone stage after meditating the past few days and was on the verge of a breakthrough to the next stage.

     The power bestowed on him by Sheogorath was surely something but there was a sure surprise that Jon discovered there. He understood that the Blessings of Gods are like marks they cast on mortals, these marks are made of Energy and it is possible to absorb it. With further process in his meditative training, Jon was sure that he can turn those blessing from a mere gift into independent characteristics that are part of him and not from the authority of some Original Spirit.

     The idea was terrifying in a sort. He can have as much power for his own for life even if he went out of the influence of those Original Spirits.

     "What are you smiling at?" Alina seemed to be still awake.

     "Eh? Nothing. Just a few ideas in my head."

     "Mhm, then let's leave those sleepy heads in this room and continue somewhere else." She said while smiling brightly.

     "I am awake."

     "Me too."

     "Haha."

     None was asleep as it seemed.

     "I recover so fast nowadays." Aela said.

     "Perks of being one of us." Jull said.

     "Okay." Aela said and closed her eyes.

     "Hey, Jon. This wolf girl is so stern and bites a lot." Jull complained.

     "I am not sure what to do with that too." Jon replied.

     Aela has a stern personality and barely smiles. She also has many secrets and keeps to herself. Other than her hunting gear and favorite dagger collection, Jull and Alina knew few about her.

     Jon heard a few stories about her childhood from her but his feelings for her were because of her personality none the less. He likes how she acts and loves her rough nature. Sure the others would take some time to get used to her.

     "You three act nice when I am not around or else."

     "Yes." "Okay." "Mhm."

     "It is almost dawn, I will go wash and head to the office."

     Jon went off and the girls went to their own affairs. Alina was normally free so she would only go to the College to or help at the company, Jull took the [Anuic Glowing Potion] that she made from Nirnroot and stored it in the room, and Aela went to sharpen her new arrows and get ready for another hunt.

     It was the 15th of Sun's Dusk (November) and Jon had to conclude a lot of work today.

     The first thing he needed to do was to finalize the schedule of the new projects for the new year and prepare a worthy [Old Life] and [New Life] festivals for Winterhold and Neo Saarthal.

     He also reviews the last year activity reports of the Seven Major departments of the [Dare Dragon Company] and they are [The Dare Security], [The Dare Arsenal], [The Dare Pharmacy], [The Dare Constructions], [The Dare Trading], [The Dare Fleet] and [The Dare Essentials].

     He couldn't help but smile when he saw the huge growth of his company compared to last year and how it took thousands upon thousands of warriors, scribes, farmers and miners. He was truly a king in the world of business and even if the hypnosis spell was removed from Jarl Korir, there is no getting rid of the Dare Dragon Company as long as Jon is breathing.

     And that brings him to the second issue he had to solve, Jarl Korir.

     Up until now, Jarl Korir was under Jon's complete control and there was no way he would break unless someone knowledgeable about hypnosis came to erase the control. Still, that didn't mean Korir was in a normal state. Sometimes, his inner consciousness would try to fight that control and it comes in the form of lags and panic attacks like how it happened in front of the Imperial Envoy once. Jon was sure that his enemies will try to use such a thing to expose him in front of the Assembly and he had to solve this one.

     At noon, he went to the [Black Room], the new prison of Winterhold. Accompanying him was Jullanar, Jarl Korir and some loyal guards from [Team 0].

     They arrived in a certain room that was prepared beforehand and Jon, Jull and Jarl Korir entered. The room was completely empty except for one torture chair.

     "Jarl Korir, would you please sit on the chair here."

     "Oh, gladly." Korir answered the way he would always answer with and sat on the chair like an idiot.

     "Jull, strap him to the chair."

     Jullanar nodded and did what Jon asked. She was in Winterhold from the beginning and knew how vicious and cruel Jarl Korir was, she was happily strapping him to the chair and Korir cooperated easily.

     "Thank you." Jon said and Jull left the room.

     Now there was only Jon and Korir alone.

     From the [Cube], Jon called a small enchanting table and took a few tools then looked at Korir and spoke.

     "Program 1, deactivate. Program 2, deactivate. Program 3, deactivate."

     The hypnosis was broken from Jarl Korir and he froze, Jon simply took the [Helm of Winterhold] off the head of Korir and started erasing the Enchantment on it.

     Jarl Korir was still frozen in place being hit by a long train of realizations.

     Rage, anger, humiliation, sadness, fear, anxiety, worry, wrath, dread, hopelessness, more anger, more of those emotions… two years or so worth of shock and disbelief.

     He looked at Jon who was simply working on his next evil scheme and his face twisted, he had a lot in mind but all these emotions ended up in a pained cry.

     A man… weeping!

     Jon paused for a little before returning to his work again.

     "YOU… YOU… I… I WILL DESTROY YOU!" Jarl Korir's face was red with all those suppressed emotions.

     "…" Jon didn't reply.

     "You… what you did… I am Jarl… I AM THE DAMN JARL! HOW DARE YO…"

     *Slap*

     "Noisy."

     Korir's face turned swollen from the slap. Jon's hand was not something any man can get slapped with and remain intact afterward.

     Korir was still looking with hate towards Jon.

     "… Why?"

     "Hm?"

     "Why? Why would you do that to me?" Korir was infuriated.

     "Oh! Well… I guess for one to rise, one must fall."

     "... The Gods won't let that slide! You, evil mage! The GODS WON'T LET YOU OFF!"

     Jon laughed and shook his head.

     "And why would those guys feel wronged for you? Who do you think you are, mere mortal? Those so-called Gods of yours, the Nine, the Eight, the Daedra and all those Spirits... You think they care about you for just being hypnotized for 2 years? They saw you do more than that for much longer than that and they were pretty much cool with it."

     "You are a monster… manipulated me, humiliated me. You are a monster!" Korir's tone was heavy.

     "HA! Acting righteously now?" Jon mocked and shook his head, "The likes of you disgust me, Jarl Korir. What you got is far less than what you deserved. I ended your former masters, the Bloodsails and the Blood Horkers, I removed all kinds of influence the Jarl of Winterhold had and put them all in my hand, hell, you don't even have a single loyal guard, they all work for me now. I pay them after all."

     "Just you wait… just wait… you can't kill me, you can't keep me here either, once I get out, I know how to get everything back."

     "You think so? Will see."

     "We WILL see, Jon Dare."

     "Stop acting like a third rate villain and shut up then."

     "Villain? You think I am a villain? You are the villains! ALL YOU MAGES ARE VILLAINS! YOU BASTARDS!"

     Jon stopped what he was doing and looked to Korir then took out a chair and sat facing him.

     "Mages? Was it all about mages and how you hate them?"

     "Yes! It was always about mages! It was always you, you evil low scum! You filthy bastards! You bring crisis, plagues, evil. You even wanted to bring Oblivion itself and doom the world! And the Collapse! That was the last stroke! The world will know…"

     Korir kept going on and on about his hate to mages until Jon got bored.

     "I have your wife and child." Jon said.

     "…" Korir paused and his face turned pale. He didn't speak.

     "Don't worry, your kid joined a school where they teach useful knowledge as well as a small course of magic, as for your wife, she has made a very profiting business for herself. They couldn't be better under your rule and now they are better under mine, they are safe and happy. That wife of yours that was just as an Anti-Magic fanatic as you is now happy knowing that her son is learning magic at the school with other kids. She knows that he will grow to be a smart man with a bright future." Jon smiled and opened his hand wide. "I made that happen to him and to many others."

     Korir body was twitching, learning that his son is using magic now. Just how far did things go out of the way!

     "Change happened, Jarl Korir. Change is inevitable, change is sacred, change is nature. You stepped on those good people of Winterhold thinking that this way, you can amass enough force to drive away the College. Did you know that the one who built the College was one of the greatest Mages of all time? He was a Nord and his name is Shalidor. He built the College and the town came to be later to become the Capital of Skyrim. What a history!"

     Jon stood up and strode across the room.

     "Such a beautiful world has an oppressor like you who hates magic! I'd say that those who discriminate against magic are idiotic monkeys, people who should revert to the Stone Age and live like animals. Magic! It means freedom, power and ability. Oppressors like you must hate a power that is free for everyone and can tilt the scale of power with a single spell… why? Because you are sick control freaks.

     Let me tell you a story about a world that has no magic or any special way for its inhabitants to make a difference. There are advanced science, power of finances, knowledge, voice of the populace and all that jazz. Still, there were limitations due to money and the people were always oppressed by governments controlled by the likes of you.

     That Winterhold, a town that was destroyed 80 years ago… 80 years for fuck's sake! In a world of Magic! 80 years of complete sitting still! How the fuck was that even possible? What did you and your predecessors do apart from nothing useful?

     In that magicless world, a country called Japan was really strong and domineering, its people were vicious and scary. These people participated in a bloody conflict called [World War II] and they carved a bloody scar on one of the world's superpowers back then. The only way to put them down was to smite them with an atomic bomb. Do you know what an atomic bomb is? It will make the Great Collapse and the Eruption of the Red Mountain look likecomplete silly jokes. The Oblivion Crisis was even manageable. But that… that was a piece of doomsday itself. After that war, Japan was surely domesticated by the victorious Allies and got brainwashed generation after the other to convince them of being peaceful and non-violent… Well, I am losing to the tale. The point is here… after they got bombed, they needed much less than 80 years to get back on their feet and become a leading country in the world once again. They made a strong economy and a solid base to support their country for generations.

     On the other hand, there were countries like Egypt, one that didn't participate in the war whatsoever. They suffered some minor losses and lost a few soldiers but in the end, the never did shit. What they did was to overthrow the Egyptian King and make a republic that made matters even worse and the economy remained shit, the military power was also shit. Do you know why, Jarl Korir? Because the ones who governed Egypt were all like you, no real democracy, no real economy. The reason was simple, there was just another country that was acting like the Bloodsails and made the weak countries its little farms, mines and barns.

     That's how the world works. Fancy people in fancy places deciding the lives of the small folk whether they are their populace or just another country they use. Those fancy people would hate for the small people to acquire what they can defy them with and that was simply power. Call it knowledge, science, hacking or even Magic, to people like you, it is your poison. Seeing the small folk controlling their own fate just makes you scared and causes you to feel weak and not in control.

     This is why you hate magic, Jarl Korir. You just can't accept it around. Any Jarl other than you, that idiot Skald the Elder of Dawnstar has his Court Wizard but you… If you were to know the power you could just possess by magic, things would have turned the other way around for this hold.

     You may not be the same monster as much as those ones I was talking about but I think you are a pitiful disqualified man as person, as a ruler and as everything really... I am going to fix that."

     Jon finished his long speech to the silent Korir that was just looking at him with bloodshot broken eyes.

     "Oh! Look how much time we have wasted! You are really a good listener, Jarl Korir. I give you that. Now to the matter at hand."

     Jon started to organize his work and finished what he was doing.

     "… What will you do to me? What magic will you curse me with this time?" Korir spoke in a weak defeated tone.

     "Curse? Sadly no. I am doing you a favour this time. Something that you don't deserve." Jon said as he reviewed his note on the enchantment he just made on a regular circlet.

     He took the circlet and put it on Korir's head properly as the later tried to resist.

     "I am making you into a proper Jarl. No more tricks or hypnosis. This is the real thing. The enchantment on this thing will make your Mind and Will vulnerable, not that you will feel it but it will make you tell the truth when spoken to and stuff like that… pretty simple. But the fun part is not here yet. The use of this is to weaken your mind momentarily and then we will get rid of it, what I need it for now is to use it to change you… in other words, to 'Bend' your 'Will'."

     What Jon said made Korir's eyes widen. He understood what he was doing right away.

     It is going to change him, cleanse him and redo him forever. The Korir that entered this room was a man and the one after this process will be another man.

     How could he not understand when he is strapped to a chair and was about to have such a thing done to him.

     "You… you… that's… how can the Gods allow… such magic to exist? It's forbidden! Stop! I beg you… please… stop… I have a kid… please."

     "Easy, relax. It is not that bad." Jon smiled brightly. "You will be you, just a better you. Someone who is happy that Winterhold is doing better. A new start for you Korir. You will be a different person. You won't be judged for your sins. Hell, people have already forgotten about you and we will present them a new Korir. Now, I can give you back your work that I was doing for two years, you finally can become a better person. Isn't this the dream, Korir?"

     To the warm genuine smile on Jon's face. Korir wished to die where he sits. He is just going to get erased and rewritten. Even the evilest among people would know that this is no different than execution but Jon had it in a better way.

     The only reason he had to use this method was that he can't fully use the full version of it. What that means is that the Thu'um he is going to use is not fully learned by him and he only knows one word of the three so he needs to use other external helping factors.

     And now, the shout he was going to use was on the tip of his tongue. A mighty and powerful shout that was used to enslave mighty beasts. He only learned one word after a great effort and the effect he wanted needed two words thus the enchanted circlet became necessary.

     This shout was [Bend Will].

     "GOL hah dov!" (Earth, Mind, Dragon)

     [A/n: Note that the Dragon Words not written in capital are not shouted. Jon could only shout 'Gol' without 'Hah' or 'Dov'.]

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     How terrifying it is to change a man's heart?

     The answer is very terrifying.

     Then how terrifying it is to not only change his heart but also his mind, personality and very core? Erasing him and putting something different in its stead? Making him a completely different person while that ended result is fully aware and conscious about it?

     This is also very terrifying.

     But what is more terrifying is that man thanking you for transforming his life to something better while you are aware of the cruel process you just put him through. It is like reprograming a person's mind completely… no room for going back or reverting to old habits, changing his heart way beyond anything achievable.

     It made me shiver in fear.

     I know I was acting high and mighty but seeing something, feeling it and understanding what it is are completely different stories from just planning for it and getting ready mentally.

     I just created a new human in the place of another human and it became very grateful to me. I removed all the hatred towards magic and changed it into admiration and wonder, all the evil into a good well, all the hate into guilt and all treachery into loyalty.

     The man that walked in was not the man that walked out.

     This was a power mortals shouldn't possess and I shouldn't abuse yet it will become a full ability I can use freely one day.

     How terrifying!

     It took me quite a while to put my head in peace with it and erase all the evidence of my actions. Now Jarl Korir is a new man who will serve Winterhold as a proper Jarl and I will keep my eye on him for the coming few days.

     "Why are you so worried?" A voice asked me.

     I looked back to Alina and sighed.

     "Nothing. Just worries of work."

     "You are normally not worried of anything."

     "… Normally. I am just scared of what might I become."

     "You? Jon Dare?"

     "Heh! It is just… things used to be simple. I am good, evildoers are bad, there are lines one shouldn't cross, I knew I would cross them someday but… it is just that they are really scary. Once you cross these lines, realize what you are capable of and see the outcome of your actions… it all feels unsettling."

     Alina raised her brows and looked around. She checked that there is no one around us in my office and removed her [Fire Keeper Mask].

     "I see that you are troubled, darling. Come here."

     She pulled my head and took me in a hug.

     "You are not a bad person. Maybe a little villain but you are not evil."

     "… Yeah." Her logic was a bit confusing.

     She let me go and looked at me.

     "You are literally the guy who came from another world and will slay dragons in the future. I mean you shouldn't be scared just that you got more powerful."

     "Hey, don't use my excuses against me."

     "Hehe." She laughed sweetly and looked at me again.

     "Both you and I know that there are not just excuses. You said it yourself, the first requirement in Cultivating the Essence Energy is to have a strong heart, you are Jon Dare, how can you be scared?"

     I felt like her words hit the spot and I smiled wryly. There were many things in this world that I am ready for or I thought I was until I experienced it. The feeling was strange.

     And it kept getting stranger for some reason.

     "Eeeh… Jon."

     I was not sure what this feeling is but Winterhold was rather bright today.

     "Jon!"

     "Oh, sorry. Yes."

     "You are… getting… red?" Alina said something strange.

     "Excuse me?!"

     "You are becoming red? Like… look at your skin for Kyne's sake."

     I looked at my palm and…

     "Why am I red?"

     Alina touched me but she retreated her hand right away.

     "Hot!"

     "Thanks."

     "NO! You are hot."

     "Clearly."

     "I mean your temperature."

     "...… Ahaaa!"

     I am hot indeed.

     I stood up from my chair and opened the window for some fresh cold air to come in but I didn't get any cooler.

     "Alina, I think my Magicka is causing this. It is not moving properly and I can't use it right. I am about to break through the [Iron Bone Stage]." I understood what was happening in an instant.

     As Alina said, Meditation is about the heart. Once my heart calmed down, I was in a proper condition for a breakthrough and my Magicka started acting up on its own.

     "Wh- What should we do?" She asked in worry.

     "Teleport me somewhere with a lot of snow."

     "Yes."

     She held my hand and cast a spell, the view around me change and I could tell that we are in the snowfield southeast to Winterhold. I sat down right away and started to meditate in the snow.

     I could feel Alina sensing my temperature every now and then while piling ice around me. Her action seemed organized and calculated to not disturb my meditation.

     The feeling of a breakthrough was getting nearer and nearer but still taking forever. This was all because of the excessively strong blessing that dear Uncle Sheo bestowed on me.

     [Blessing of the Mad Champion] was basically similar to the Redguard racial power [Adrenalin Rush] and the Argonian racial power [Histskin] Just similar to the blessing of the All-Maker [Root of Power] that is similar to the Altmer racial power [Highborn].

     I estimated that a major breakthrough was near after I got that blessing and it is happening right now.

     Not sure how much time passed, my temperature was really rising and I felt that the [Dragon Frame Realm] characteristic of refining the body was functioning to its best, the target of refining this time was my skin and muscles. The snow around me started melting and getting piled by Alina until I felt I was there.

     The heat on my skin started to become unbearable and my clothes started to burn but finally, it all came down. I was about to wrap it up and open my eyes but I felt that there were still more energies trapped in my core that could be converted to Essence Energy and I kept going further.

     My body heated once again but it was not like Major Breakthrough and the heat died down quickly, after some time it happened one more time and the heat died down once again. I have advanced three levels in the new stage.

     It was then when my rapid growth in strength died down and my meditation returned to its normal speed.

     "Wow!"

     I opened my eyes and felt very amazing. In front of me was a fairy in a red dress meditating in the middle of the snow while floating in the air.

     "Show off!"

     Alina always liked to meditate while floating. She says that being touched by anything hinders her consecration.

     I was about to stand up and check my body but I saw Jull not far from us also sitting in meditation with an orb golden energy being formed between her hands.

     "Another show off."

     Jull prefers to concentrate the Essence Energy outside her body before absorbing it. Her movements are neat and artistic in my opinion.

     Each one of us has his own method of 'Walking the Way' and can be said that our unique method of special meditation is our signature and no one in the world understand it better than us. Normal mages also meditate to increase their Magicka but it is no way near effective like our method. Maybe the mysterious masters in the [Psijic Order] can be the only ones that can surprise me with a unique meditation technique that has something to do with the spiritual Essence Energy but I highly doubt it. If they have a method of 'Walking the Way' like I do, Mannimarco wouldn't have chosen to become a Necromancer for the sake of Immortality.

     "You are up?" A voice called for me.

     "Yes, Alina. You too it seems, any good news?" I said.

     "Yes, a breakthrough. I am now at Level 6, Iron Bone Stage." She said while smiling.

     "Good job. Congratulations."

     "You too, what is your level by now?"

     "Level 3 in the new stage, didn't name it yet."

     "Hehe, what are the characteristics?"

     "See for yourself?" I said and undid my shirt showing her my skin and muscles.

     Alina put her hands on me and felt my body carefully. Her brows twitched and she started to touch me in every place.

     "Tsk." She then clicked her tongue.

     "Oi, what's with that?"

     "Jon… no no no, you are good, you are way too good. You managed to make me of all people feel envious!"

     "What do you mean?"

     "Look at your skin." She said and glared at me as if she will tear a hole through me, "It became stronger and smoother, even your feature became more handsome than before. That skin is making me sick with jealousy."

     It indeed was the case but was it that good? I don't feel any difference.

     She took out a small dagger and tried to cut my palm but the dagger did nothing.

     "You skin is smooth and hard as Jade. How can you think girls won't be jealous? Humph!" She said.

     "Fine fine, be train as hard as you can to reach my level, at least you know what to expect now." I said and patted her head.

     "Yeah, just called it the [Jade Skin Stage] and be done with it."

     "Yes, my lady. I will do as you wish."

     Still, I think her skin is way smoother than mine, I mean she is Alina after all.

     "So how long passed since I started training?"

     "Three days."

     "Good, this rapid progress I had lately requires a lot of stabilization. And what did I miss during the past days?"

     "Jull said that the small tournament in the casino is over the teams heading to the High King's Tournament are decided. The Junior Tokens that we had this year are five, one for our company, one for the College, three for local teams. As for the Senior Tokens then we got only two, one is decided for a local team and the other one is with us, I decided to give it to our best warriors in the [Dare Security] if they are interested."

     "Good call. How is Jarl Korir?"

     "He is doing fine. He is really as you said, a new man. He started to work on the paper you readied for him and a new 'Guard Captain' was appointed from our ranks. The recruitment for guards was issued and the [Dare Security] will hand over the places that aren't part of our company. Some people were a bit hostile towards the Jarl but the air around him and his attitude are starting to gain him some popularity among the new locals."

     "Good, this is really good news. I can now cut my workload by half but still, I will keep him monitored by [Team 0]. I may have changed his heart but not his soul."

     "Jullanar said she that too. She has already put people around him from [Team 0] as a security detail. They will keep you updated."

     "Having one-ninth of Skyrim at our pocket!" I said mocking.

     "And doing a Goddamn good job keeping it running." Alina assured me.

     "Thanks." I said and remembered something important. "Hey, Jarl Korir and I discussed something once I was done with him and reached an agreement, we prepared something for you."

     "For me?"

     "Yes, let's go see him."

     I walked Alina to the Jarl's longhouse, this thing I had in mind was the last piece in making sure my kingdom remain intact.

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     318 A Night at the Sea

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     The level of his sight was not stable. It felt like he was not walking properly but it didn't stop him from going after his enemy. He was limping in pain due to his left leg which made him fall a bit late. Desperation filled his soul as his enemy was going to escape once again but he didn't let go, he looked at his left leg which was covered by a dark matter shaped like the leg itself but it was little lifeless. He knew it wouldn't help him if he didn't use magic yet he was not able to, the curse was still stronger than him.

     Curses came out of his mouth as he took out a mace that carried all the dread in the world with it. He looked around himself and found a dying man. A cruel smiled formed on his face and he smashed the man's skull with the mace devouring the man's very essence. Now he can use magic again.

     He stretched out his left hand that was also supported by the dark matter like his leg and shot out magic. It was no normal magic, it was Blue Flames… cold flames of essence draining that would obliterate any foe stood between him and his enemy.

     Those who dared to do so were incinerated into snow ash, something that only existed in the tales of the Daedric Titans. With it, he cut through the hordes of foes and claimed their essence to enforce his power.

     Finally, he was there in front of his enemy. The one that made him suffer like nothing else in the world.

     'I won't kill you. I will kill them and make you watch then I will kill you with them.'

     The words that came from his mouth were of absolute hatred. He regards no sacred or holy no more. He wants revenge.

     'Please. I didn't. I didn't.'

     His enemy's wails were nothing to his ears, he only turned around and called.

     'Come.'

     A figure clad in black robe and hood came while pulling a man in rags by a rope to his neck. He took the rope from man and threw the man in rags beside his enemy.

     With another spell, blue flaming beings appeared from the void and obliterated everyone around him while making his two prisoners watch. He then opened his hand towards the man in black and the latter gave him a dagger.

     With frenzied movements, the dagger descended on the two men on the ground turning them into shreds of flesh and made them scream with absolute agony.

     It was a scene from hell. A cold frozen blue hell than turned all the enemies into shreds and fine powder of snow as and with their agony and screams lingering in echos.

     The revenge was exacted and the deed was done.

     The blue flames died down and nothing was left except for him and the man in black robes.

     'You have done well, the lord is pleased.' The man in black spoke. '… but he is not done with you yet. You are to serve another purpose very soon.'

     He was shocked to hear those words and looked at the man in black behind him only to find him gone. In this place filled with nothing but snow ash, an aura of light appeared in front of him and it was very familiar.

     'It… it can't be.'

     He couldn't believe it and he knelt down crying.

     All his rage and sadness were for nothing. He was just another fool in the end.

     Just as he tried to walk to the light and embrace it, the space around him turned cold and murderous. He looked up only to see the blue sky turning red like blood and an ugly being coming of a black hole. It stretched its wings and flew in the sky while looking down at him with its cruel face.

     The being aimed out its right arm and strong suction force manifested. He was pulled from the ground by his neck to the hand of that being.

     'You are coming with me.'

     'NOO…'

     ***

     "… OO."

     Jon woke up in the middle of the night with energy bursting from his body, he was glaring at the darkness of the cabin with his Aura exploding from his body.

     He looked around to realize that nothing was around him other than the girl that looked at him with worry.

     "You are okay, Jon?" Jullanar asked him while touching his body.

     His temperature was high and his energy was in a mess which is quite the opposite of his norm.

     "… I am okay. Okay… just a nightmare."

     While his body was drenched in sweat, his mouth and throat were dry. He was breathing heavily and couldn't seem to be calm.

     "I'm off for some air."

     Jon walked out of the bed and he wasn't really in a good mood after waking up like that. He took his robe and walked out of the cabin to the deck of the ship.

     He was on one of the Dare Dragon Fleet ships heading to Solitude. The ship sailed through the [Sea of Ghosts] and sailors could barely see anything in the mists of night.

     Some of the men greeted Jon as 'Boss' when he walked across them and he only nodded back. He was still annoyed.

     Once he reached the rear-deck of the ship, he rested his arms on the railing and kept looking at the water.

     He was waking up lately with nightmares but tonight was the worst. What made him more annoyed was how he could remember nothing of those nightmares after he wakes up.

     He gave out a long sigh and took a deep breath before using [Telekinesis] to pull up some sea water and splash his face with it. Now that he is wide awake, he should do something useful or meditate.

     "Still troubled?" Jull called for him.

     He looked back and saw her walking out in a robe and covering herself was a bed sheet.

     "No, I am good." He said and gestured for her to come closer.

     She walked beside him and was taken in his embrace.

     "Wanna talk about it?"

     "I don't remember it to talk about it."

     "Then don't worry about it. I can sing for you if you want." She said and came closer to him.

     "Another song about people you killed."

     "What? No, I stopped writing those long time ago… It is a song about you. I called it 'My Light'." Jullanar seemed a bit offended.

     Jon smiled and kissed her cheek.

     "You are my light too."

     "Racist! You realize that you are saying that to a Dark Elf."

     Jon laughed and looked at her mismatched colored eyes and pulled her closer not wanting to let go.

     "Those who see us right now won't recognize us from two years ago, you literally were beating me to keep me in check." She remembered the early days of her and Jon.

     "Well, someone had to beat it out of you."

     "Oh, thank you then. Turns out you were just another psycho that day."

     The two laughed as they remembered the old days.

     "Wulfur left for Orsinium, right?" She asked.

     "Yes. Two days before us, didn't we see him off?"

     "I wasn't there. I was running an errand for Master Nurelion."

     "I like the old man." Jon said. "At least he saw us off when Alina didn't."

     "Right, she was glaring at me all day before we leave." Jullanar said.

     "Why?"

     "You took me with you and not her the 'First Lady of House Dare'."

     "She had to stay and deal with things. She knows the company as good as I do and no one can oppose her word in Winterhold. She is the only daughter of the patriarch of the most powerful clan in the hold and the future wife of the richest man in the hold. She is basically the Queen of Winterhold."

     "What Alina cares about is being the Queen of You, Winterhold just came along with the package." Jull said.

     "Pffft!" Jon couldn't help but laugh.

     "You don't believe me? That girl gets really jealous, you know! She accepted me only as your second wife and barely accepted Aela to stop you from going to the bathhouse. She would have killed Elishka if she wasn't someone important in the company." Jullanar said with full seriousness.

     "…" Jon only smiled and nodded.

     "Women are scary creatures, Jon. Put the world at a side of the scale and the men we care about at the other, and you would see the world burn every time."

     "I know."

     "In your case things tend to be a little complicated but we know that it is hard to contain you with just the two of us. Now we are three… just don't go as far as four, okay? Alina and I may actually lose it and start thinning the number."

     Jon sighed and didn't reply, he wasn't sure how to answer that anyway. On one hand, he wasn't sure of his active sex drive and on the other, he wasn't sure if there is another girl powerful enough to withstand him outside his circle.

     "Maybe a female Giant will work as the fourth… you know that thing about giants milk, right? People get to call you Giantsbane if you drink it." Jon said.

     "I am not asking how you know that and I clearly don't want to know more details about it."

     The two kept talking from subject to subject and from joke to the other.

     "Right, speaking of Giants. Wasn't Lady Skadi dealing with the Giant problem we are having lately?" Jull asked.

     "Yes, that idiot Skald the Elder drove off the giants from around Dawnstar right to Winterhold just because he doesn't like me. He even ignored every fact that he is endangering the road of the Talos worshipper refugees and breaking Empire Law of overhunting endangered species." Jon became infuriated.

     "I doubt he even gets what the terms mean. But look at the bright side, we now have giants in Winterhold, and mammoths, you love those."

     "Yes but there is a dark side in the bright side, we don't know where to put them. There is no food west to [Neo Saarthal] and except at the beach if the Giants decided to hunt the Horkers. If the Horkers are gone then the fishes are going to increase, if fishes increase then another sea monsters from the depth of the sea of ghosts are going to show up around our beaches. The ecosystem is getting fucked up."

     "… Man! I am not an expert in this but do you bunch of rulers have to worry about the wolves and fishes in your holds too?"

     "I am not sure about others but I do."

     "… I am sure Lady Skadi and Alina will manage."

     "Let's hope so."

     *RingRingRingRingRing*

     "Sea monsters! Sea monsters!"

     Some of the sailors on the lookout started shouting.

     "See?" Jon looked and Jullanar as his bad feeling about the ecosystem was on mark.

     The two of them ran towards the direction of the caller and saw something crawling in water.

     "By the nine! Is that a Sea Ghost?" One sailor shouted.

     "Nah, ya idiot. It's a Sea Serpent. Ready your spears… Oi' it's Boss." A veteran sailor replied and recognized Jon.

     "I'll take care of it."

     Jon jumped off the Ship and landed on the surface of the water, he was using the [Waterwalking] spell and walked on the sea leisurely.

     Just a few meters away from him, a large sea snake was crawling on water, its sheer size made the sailors on the ship shiver in fear. The Ship was called the [Hasty Bee], a new cruiser ship made to be very fast and move on three engines. It was still a battleship but was the least equipped in the cruiser grade.

     Jon gazed at the Sea Serpent in and saw its mighty body. The thing's head was at least as big as a Dragon's head that he remembered from the game but its aura wasn't even anything compared to Paarthurnax. Size wasn't everything after all. This serpent wasn't even as strong as an Elder Mammoth. Still, its length exceeded 30 meters.

     Jon cracked his fingers and smiled.

     "If I don't remember masturbating in the sea, how did a fucker like you come to be?"

     Jon's sexy imagination (not dirty mind) seemed to have successfully taunted the Sea Serpent and it fixed its direction towards Jon. With a few twists of its body, its swim speed increased by many folds and it bounced over at Jon opening its mouth wide wanting to swallow him in one go.

     Jon's Aura was focused on his body and eyes, he saw the scene in slow motion as the serpent opened its jaw and twisted its head while bouncing forward. A mocking smile appeared on Jon and a feeling of superiority filled his heart, he was angered that a weakling like that snake dared to act haughty in front of him.

     'Weakling? Why do I think of a being I met for the first time as a weakling?' Jon was confused of the strange logic that popped in his head but he leisurely swung his fist reinforced by his [Tyrant Aura] and carrying his iconic [Thunder Cookie] spell.

     The hit landed on the side of the top jaw of the serpent and an unbelievable scene unfolded. The serpent was tossed away like a toy with its large body and magnificent appearance.

     Jon looked at his fist and realized that he hasn't fought in a long time, not even when [El Diablo] was captured, he mostly left it for Isha because it was her labour. He also only used Magic in his visit to [The Shivering Isles]. Basically, since he was at Level 3, Iron Bone stage, Dragon Frame realm.

     "Damn! Is this a bad thing or a good thing?" Jon looked behind him and saw Jullanar on the ship with his eyes open wide along with other sailors.

     "… You want some sushi for a late night snack, honey?"

     Jullanar smiled wryly and nodded.

     "Yes, darling. Just don't mash the meat too hard."

     "Yep, on it."

     The Human / Dark Elf couple were the only ones insane enough to make heads and tale in this situation. This was the last bit of fun they had before they arrive at Solitude in the next day.

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     *The Blue Palace, Solitude – 21st of Sun's Dusk (December), 4E 197 – 12:00 PM*

     "Jarl Korir, Thane Jon, welcome to the Blue Palace."

     "Thank you."

     "Thank you, Mr. Falk."

     "You arrived just in time please, this way."

     The man who received the diplomats of Winterhold was none other than Falk Firebeard, the steward of High King Torygg of Skyrim. Jarl Korir followed by Jon were led together through the halls of the blue palace and Jon was looking around.

     The palace was underwhelming, he thought it would be something classy from inside but Nords are Nords, royalties or not. No wonder the High Elves always mock the Nordic architecture. What was the least disappointing was the size of the palace, at least it wasn't as the sorry excuse of a palace in the game, so just like many things, it was much larger in reality.

     At the end of the long walk, the group reached the throne room. As underwhelming as the palace, the throne room was very similar to that of the game but just in a bigger size and more furniture.

     "Jarl Korir."

     "Jarl Idgord."

     Jarl Idgord Ravencrone of Morthal called for Jarl Korir and seemed to be anticipating to fry him in some verbal combat. Jon simply didn't bother with them and greeted Jarl Idgord then excused himself deeper in the throne room.

     There were a lot of people here, other than Jarl Idgord and Jarl Korir, there was also Jarl Igmund of Markarth, Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun and a surprising face, Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath.

     "Falkreath had what you can call a coup d'état." Someone whispered to Jon behind his ears.

     Jon looked around and smiled instantly.

     "Thane Bryling, it is nice to finally meet in person."

     "Thane Jon, you are just as what I heard, the red-haired large gentleman."

     "Perks of the bloodline."

     "Indeed, even for a far relative to the Firemanes like yourself, you took all the good parts."

     "Lucky me."

     "Indeed… I was wondering…"

     Thane Bryling and Jon got engaged in a conversation about the state of Skyrim and the Holds, Falkreath was a hot topic as it had a recent change from the Stormcloak camp to the Imperial camp when its Jarl was changed. Bryling was well aware of the events regarding that and Jon got to admit that Bryling was very organized and could see points that no one normally sees while Bryling was taken aback by Jon's radical, out of the box ways to solve things.

     Time passed and finally, the main actor appeared.

     "High King Torygg is here." Bryling pointed while speaking to Jon and the two quietened down and returned to their respective areas.

     "Good day."

     Torygg made a simple dandy greeting and the people nodded to him in a respectful manner. Unlike most races on Tamriel, Nords don't kneel to Kings or Emperors but only to Gods. It is a custom and tradition, kneeling is submission.

     Everyone sat quietly in their places after Torygg who sat on his throne. The atmosphere was still chilly between the people around and opposites started to appear.

     There was the Imperial Envoy who had the right to attend the Assembly of the Jarl as a proxy for the Emperor. He was a man called Count Pavo Atius.

     The titles of Cyrodiil granted by the Empire are valid in any part of the Empire but the titles of Skyrim like Jarl which is equal to Count and Thane which is equal to Viscount were not valid outside Skyrim.

     [A/n: Jarl is Earl in the Scandinavian languages. Earl is equivalent to Count.]

     As High King Torygg was sitting in the middle, on his right there was Count Pavo, Thane Erikur, Jarl Igmund and Jarl Siddgeir while on the right, there were Thane Bryling, Jarl Idgord, Jarl Balgruuf and Jarl Korir. Besides everyone was his close aids and thanes and thus Jon was sitting at the corner.

     Even though he was chilling the furthest, many eyes have landed on him more than a few times. Thane Erikur was acting cool but he would glare from time to time to only meet Jon's easygoing smile. Thongvar Silver-Blood who accompanied Jarl Igmund of Markarth was also looking at Jon with interest and Jon also nodded at him knowing that he is a Stormcloak supporter. Count Pavo seemed to be displeased not only from Jon but from other many things. The most interesting one in this meeting was Vittoria Vici, one of Jon's many lovers and Viarmo the head of the Bard's College, a person Jon wanted to have a conversation with.

     High King Torygg ignored the glare contests that were going everywhere in the room and kicked off the Assembly.

     "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know this is too early to hold an Assembly before the Big Tourney but we have some matters we need to address. Who would go first?"

     "Allow me, High King." The Imperial Envoy stood up.

     "Count Pavo." Torygg nodded.

     Count Pavo was one brute of a man. He seemed to have served in the Imperial Legion for him to have the body of a warrior and his eyes were sharp. His large mustache and medium black hair also gave him the air of diplomats.

     "Honored High King and Jarls of Skyrim, as we are all aware, the Empire is facing many difficulties as of late. We have the Aldmeri Dominion to worry about but that is not all, the Argonians of Black March, the Khajiit of Elsweyr and as you know, the Redguards of Hammerfell. These particular provinces have long been left the unity of the Empire for many reasons, the Khajiit are with the Aldmeri Dominion, the Argonians reestablished the An-Xileel government which has many connections to the Aldmeri Dominion. It is hard to say whether or not the Bretons of High Rock are loyal to the Empire or not but we are safe to say that both the Bretons and the Redguards share a grim history with the Dominion. That leaves Morrowind and Skyrim. Morrowind is an Enemy of an Ally to the Dominion but Morrowind is not that friendly to the Empire, and finally, Skyrim as most of you are already aware it is getting divided."

     The room didn't get as noisy as the Imperial Envoy expected and surprisingly, the Nords were quiet.

     "23 years ago, the [Great War] ended by the White-Gold Concordant, a treaty that put an end to the grim fights and most of us were there. The treaty indeed put some harsh terms on the Empire but its main purpose was to cause discord, right now Hammerfell is no part of the Empire because of the term that forces the Empire to hand half of Hammerfell to the Aldmeri Dominion and Skyrim is angry because of the ban of Talos worship. It is all causing us troubles especially the other terms that put many restrictions on the Empire in economy and trading." The Imperial Envoy was trying his best to get to the Nords around him.

     "Skyrim is more than just a valuable Ally to the Empire, it is the only access for the Imperial Legion to and from High Rock now that Hammerfell is out of the picture. If by any chance Skyrim is not a part of the Empire then High Rock is not. The Empire will be all alone against Alinor (Summerset Isles), Valenwood and Elsweyr." Count Pavo made a grim face.

     "The Empire is strong and our war machine is way beyond the imagination and the estimation of any force on Tamriel. The Aldmeri Dominion may think that it had the upper hand in the Great War but they are still wounded and weakened. High Elves and Wood Elves are not as reproductive as Humans and they lost many numbers while we during the span of those 23 years have reestablished the Imperial Legion far better and much fiercer than that of the Great War. Skyrim also didn't suffer that much and it kept a large portion of its power that grew in the span of the 23 years. The Aldmeri Dominion knew that would happen and the sole reason for the concordant was to cause these massive human forces to collide with each other." The Imperial Envoy talked systematically and got engrossed in his topics.

     "Right now, in this Assembly of the Jarls of Skyrim, three particular names are missing, Jarl Skald the Elder, Jarl Laila Law-Giver and Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. I say… the Aldmeri Dominion has indeed managed to cause discord by a few terms on a paper. The Empire wishes that the Jarls, Thanes, Heads of the Clans and the War Chiefs of Skyrim to stand by its side like they always did since the days of the First Empire of Saint Alessia, The Second Empire of Reman Cyrodiil and the Third Empire of Tiber Septim. Let the Fourth Empire of Titus Mede lead the forces of humanity like its predecessors always did and enforce the supremacy of mankind for our sakes and the sakes of the Generations yet to come. Thank you."

     The Imperial Envoy Count Pavo Arius finished his talk and the people were still quiet. He surely felt something was wrong for the Jarls to keep quiet all that time but he remained as expressionless and aloof as he entered.

     Outside the circle of the gathering, the Imperial Legion officers that attended the meeting and the other envoys that Jon was familiar with were all carrying expressions of pride for the words of Count Pavo. Only the Jarls and the Thanes were still solemn.

     "Thanks, Count Pavo. Who else wants to voice their opinion? Jarl Idgord, you are the one who called early for this meeting, do you want to say anything?" High King Torygg asked.

     "Yes." Jarl Idgord said as she put a hand on her cane and stood up.

     "A few days ago, I saw a dream of flames coming at Morthal. I've seen that dream many times, I tell you, and I can't unsee it anymore. The flames come from the east, the south and the west. They eat the land everything green. Now that… that means something." She said and clicked with her cane on the ground.

     Most of the Jarls covered their faces with their palms thinking 'Did she call us here to tell us about her dreams again?'

     Jon was amused by Jarl Idgord and decided to listen to the end.

     "Now that all of you know, Ulfric has been sending his people over here and there and that brat Skald is the worst. He doesn't want to stop sending people and zealots to make sermons about Talos and the Empire all around my hold, he thinks he can force my hand by changing the people hearts? Humph, ignorant buffoons! They speak of Ulfric as if he is the second coming of Talos or something, now let me tell you this; who caused all this mess to begin with, huh? It was Ulfric, he is the main reason why those Elves are coming and going as they wish, Jarl Igmund we just spoke of that. When the Reachmen took over Markarth, it was Ulfric who acted up on his own and came all the way from Eastmarch to the Reach and took Markarth from the Reachmen, not only that, he also took Markarth for himself and sealed it off telling the Empire that he won't hand it over unless they return the worship of Talos. Before that even with the White-Gold Concordat, we were worshipping Talos very openly and we didn't even bother with the Empire or the Thalmor and all that… It started with Ulfric and his obsessions. Now the fire will come to us all if we do not deal with it early."

     "What do you suggest, Jarl Idgord." High King Torygg asked.

     "Stop this before it starts. Tell Ulfric to come and talk to us." She said.

     "Absurd." Erikur seemed bothered by the suggestion.

     "He won't do so, he already started hoarding his troops and gathering allies." Count Pavo said.

     "No blood was shed so far. We are still at the point of the return." Jarl Idgord pleaded.

     "My King." Thane Bryling stood in support for Jarl Idgord.

     From the looks of it, Winterhold and Whiterun were also in favor of with the suggestion Jon and Jarl Balgruuf were also looking at the High King the same way Bryling was.

     "Igmund, what is your opinion?" High King Torygg turned to his friend Jarl Igmund of Markarth.

     "Jarl Ulfric has a temper that is hard to contain, you all know what happened when the Reachmen attacked Markarth. At that time, Jarl Ulfric came to our rescue when I was just a young boy. He avenged my father and rescued my throne but he had another plan in mind all along. Jarl Ulfric will do anything to achieve his purpose and that includes many complicated things hidden beneath his words of 'Skyrim for the Nords' and 'Return of Talos Worship'. He thinks he fights for a higher purpose and to keep all that the Nords achieved so far. He was disappointed by the Empire many times and he gathered many Nords around him, things will be difficult if you want to talk to him. I say, give it a try but don't expect it to work."

     Torygg nodded and then looked at the newly appointed Jarl Siddgeir. The latter stood and spoke.

     "I say there is no point. Ulfric is one man with some brigands around him, he won't do much harm."

     "Sit back, fool." Jarl Idgord lashed at him right away.

     Jarl Siddgeir was taken aback by the sudden glare that went through him. Not only that, Jarl Balgruuf was clearly looking down at him, Jarl Korir wasn't paying attention to him, and Jon was simply having a mocking smile hidden behind the hand that his chin was resting on.

     Jarl Siddgeir was not an experienced politician by any mean. He was appointed in the place of his uncle who was a supporter of Ulfric Stormcloak for the sake of making Falkreath under the control of the Empire. Falkreath may seem like a hold with a lot of forests and ruins but its strategic value is invaluable as it was connected to both the Empire and Hammerfell were both the Imperial Legion and the Redguard Mercenaries should come from.

     Jarl Idgord didn't like how Siddgeir underestimated Ulfric, he was way too young and too inexperienced to say such a thing about the [Bear of Markarth].

     But there was someone much younger than him in this meeting. It was Jon Dare.

     Jarl Idgord stood up once again.

     "Listen you lot. That noisy Skald of Dawnstar is not going to stop harassing my hold any time soon. The Pale and Hjaalmarch are not the friendliest holds and Skald is making things worse, ask Winterhold."

     All eyes landed on Jarl Korir and Jon. Winterhold was a very hot topic and everyone wanted to taste how salty can the blood of Jon Dare is.

     "Jarl Korir, what exactly does Jarl Skald do and what do you suggest to deal with it?" Torygg asked.

     Jarl Korir stood up and looked around carefully, he was wearing an expensive suit with a fur cloak and armored garment like the style of Winterhold and on his head, there was a light decorated open helm, the [Helm of Winterhold].

     "Winterhold has kept friendly relationships with all Holds and Jarls. Jarl Skald is indeed 'motivated' to the cause of Talos worship and all that. He may have some disagreements regarding the methods of Winterhold which in fact avoids all sorts of making problems with either the Cult of Talos, the Imperial Cult or the old Nordic Cult. Thanks to Thane Jon dedicated work, we do not have problems whatsoever. But Jarl Skald has started to make harassments on the borders of the Hold we indeed need to address that and Thane Jon, as well as the esteemed mages of the College, were all working on it for quite a while now."

     Most of the people present were listening to Jarl Korir and tried to listen again and again. His tone was… different. He was the man they know in every aspect but he was… more cheerful.

     Jarl Korir even said 'esteemed mages'.

     The word 'Mages' followed the word 'Esteemed' and both were said by a man called 'Korir' who serves as the 'Jarl' of a hold called 'Winterhold'. Not sure if they were short on brain circuits but that was the very detention of 'odd'.

     Some hidden smiles formed on some faces, many were waiting for that moment.

     "Good." High King Torygg nodded. "Thane Jon Dare, it is nice to see you in person one more time."

     "Thank you, my king." Jon stood up and spoke.

     He was indeed far taller than anyone which game people an intimidating air.

     "Jarl Korir said you are well aware of the issues caused by Jarl Skald, mind to fill us in about your opinion in these matters." Torygg asked.

     Jon smiled and nodded.

     "Gladly… but, this will take a while." Jon said and clapped his hand twice.

     A large Light Screen appeared beside him and he fixed it in front of the loot. Images appeared and a video started to play.

     "Let's start from the beginning."

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     A Light Screen appeared in the middle of the throne room of the Blue Palace, Jon stood by it and looked at the people around him.

     As expected, undeveloped monkeys.

     He pointed to the screen and series of images appeared.

     "This is Winterhold."

     A map appeared on the Light Screen.

     "This is The Pale and this is Hjaalmarch."

     The map expanded and some animated scenes started to appear.

     "During the last month, Jarl Skald sent his cavalrymen to harass the Giants all around the pale driving them to migrate east towards Winterhold. We are not aware of the situation around in Hjaalmarch but I think some Giants surely appeared there. The western part of Winterhold is a well-monitored area that a lot of refugees come through and there are many rescue outposts stationed around. As the Giants were forced to leave their natural habitat, they mostly feel agitated and unsafe causing there normal calm easygoing nature to turn aggressive. We even witnessed Giants fighting over territory and let me tell you this, you don't want to be between giants witnessing each other, see that poor guy, I don't know how on Nirn this happened but once he took a giant club and was sent to Sovngarde… like literally sent up there to heaven, no one saw him landing."

     The Light Screen showed footage of a guard getting hit but a giant's club and getting sent way up the sky.

     At first, the people present saw the Light Screen and felt that it is not appropriate to make a magic show in front of the High King, turns out the magic show was a form of a presentation, then pictures showed up and everyone got interested in the magical device, the footage and sounds came from it and it was the last straw for them, they were totally focusing on the screen until the saw a Giant sending a man to the sky and got cold sweat.

     That thing that Jon showed them was a famous bug from the game called [Skyrim Space Project]. Jon himself never thought that he would show something like that to the High King of all people.

     "All in all, we are having serious problems with Giants sending people to the Sky. The world is going crazy! What else? Horses walking up walls of mountains? Well, we found a solution for the Giants by contacting the Druids from the Cult of Kyne and calling them over to talk some sense into the Giants as well as preparing places for them to settle. Winterhold is not really suited for that new kind of wildlife but we hope it brings changes for the better. Regarding the zealots being sent by the Cult of Talos, the populace in Winterhold and Neo Saarthal is Nordic but have been mixed really well with the other races such as Dark Elves, Wood Elves, Bretons and Imperials, believe it or not, we have some High Elves too and their backgrounds are clean and closely monitored. The zealots are mostly not that welcome in Taverns or public establishments but we keep them monitored and in check with a simple agreement to not go as far as to cause riots and problems, punishments are severe for the troublemakers so everything is going according to the system. We will be happy to lend a hand to Hjaalmarch if they ever needed to adopt our methods."

     Jon finished his presentation that included a lot of footages, diagrams, numbers and lots of videos. He finished, took the Light Screen back to the [Cube] with a single clap and returned to his seat.

     "…" "…" "…" "…"

     "That was…" Falk Firebeard spoke out of line then took out a paper and quill, "… Very Enlightening."

     He started to copy what all he noted. Some Imperial assistants also started copying what they saw and had some heated low conversations while glancing at Jon.

     Jon's plan was going smoothly, he had a lot in mind and this Assembly was a great place to forge many alliances as all he was doing as of late was just making enemies. He is the kind who like to hide his power and technology to keep them for himself but the Light Screen is not that much of technology to him even though who would see it for the first time would lose his/her marbles. Showing off ones hidden cards may be a bad thing but nations always showcase their strength and ability to solve problems for recognition. Being recognized by other strong individuals has many benefits and Jon was after those strong people.

     By understanding what Winterhold and the Dare Dragon Company are capable of right now, it sure attracted a lot of attention. The High King for starter was now fully interested; Count Pavo, the Imperial Envoy was also looking at Jon as someone he needs to reassess; Thongvar Silver-Blood started to feel agitated with the new player that seemed to not be favoring Ulfric; Viarmo, the Bards College Headmaster was also reassessing Jon, Erikur was now holding a larger grudge at Jon for stealing the limelight and Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath was glaring at Jon as someone who is younger than him and didn't get embarrassed the way he got.

     "Thane Jon Dare, that was amazing. Mind if we talk in the first break?" High King Torygg said.

     The who were ready to talk with Jon as soon as the break starts were all glaring at him thinking 'You are playing dirty just because you are the High King and beating us to him?'

     "Of course, it would be my honor, my king." Jon said.

     "Good. Jarl Idgord, I think you can at least do something about the Zealots for now."

     "I will try, my king."

     "Good, the next matter we need to attend to will be the trades but that will be left for after the break. Viarmo brought many bards here so please, entertain yourself." Torygg said and stood up walking away.

     The Jarls and the Thanes as well as the Envoys and the people associated with the event all stood up and headed to the foot tables and the drinks that were prepared for the events. Jon was always fond of mammoth steak and there he found himself.

     "I knew I would see you here." A voice called for him.

     "Oh, if it is not Miss Vici. How can I be of help?" Jon turned around to meet Vittoria Vici.

     "You don't miss a chance to steal the limelight, do you?"

     "Part of the job, Miss Vici. The Face of the [Dare Dragon Company] should always be bright and glimmering."

     "Hehe! Good, you the type who will survive in a world of business but there are some things that you are missing."

     "Oh, please enlighten me."

     "You need friends, friends of friends and friends of friends of friends. Up until now, you managed to hole yourself up in Winterhold and swallow the big hunt all for yourself. Not sure how you managed to take Jarl Korir in your pocket but people are already flocking around him trying to hinder you. Don't you think you should keep an eye on that?"

     Jon and Vittoria turned around to see Thane Erikur talking with Jarl Korir. The former was forcing some wine to the latter who seemed to be trying to get away as soon as possible.

     "Erikur! That clown can kiss my red-haired ass." Jon said and turned his head away.

     "Pffft!" Vittoria always spilled out the wine she was drinking and her eyes all turned tear.

     Jon patted her back and over her a handkerchief.

     "Thank you… you truly are not worried about your golden goose?"

     "Why would I?"

     "… So it is true. The rumor about you… you know… controlling Jarl Korir with magic?"

     "Excuse me?" Jon feigned ignorance. Of course, there was that rumor from a long time ago but Jon was not even bothering with it now.

     "Listen, Jon. This is serious. Most of the people around here believe in that rumor especially after what Jarl Korir said about the 'esteemed mages'. Problems will soon come after you after this break."

     "Baseless accusations. Simply trying to undermine my efforts of turning Jarl Korir against the pirates of the Blood Horkers."

     "…" Vittoria looked at Jon with narrowed eyes and sighed. "It will be a serious crime if the rumor is true. Unlawful acquisition of power is a serious crime, even if the High King and some Jarls are fond of you, they won't simply ignore it once it is proved."

     "Humph." Jon snorted and acted high and mighty, "I am glad that you are looking out for a business partner… but as a bed partner, haven't you missed me? Even a little?"

     "This is the Blue Palace, Jon. Don't…"

     "I heard the [Pelagius Wing] is empty."

     "What? It is haunted."

     "Don't worry, my Uncle has already left the place."

     "What?"

     "My uncle, he loved to haunt strange places. Palaces, lakes, minds… mostly minds. He is a white-haired gentleman with a cane and a purple suit. Very lovable if you ask me but a can be very moody."

     "Stop talking about your damn uncle. We are in the palace dammit… meet me at the inn tonight." Vittoria said and looked around to check if anyone overheard them.

     [A/n: The [Uncle] and [Pelagius Wing] were Jon referring to the Daedric Quest of Sheogorath in the game. To access the mind realm of Emperor Pelagius and meet Sheogorath in the game, one must enter the Blue Palace of Solitude and go into the Pelagius Wing which is sealed because it was haunted and of course the reason was Sheogorath.]

     "Hey, let me introduce you to someone." Vittoria said and led Jon to another table.

     "Jon, I introduce you to Uncle Pavo Atius, a Count in the Imperial Court and the Ambassador of The Empire in Skyrim. Uncle, this is my friend Thane Jon Dare, the acting Military Viscount of Winterhold."

     "A pleasure to meet you, sir."

     "Oh! Thane Jon, a pleasure indeed. We were just talking about you."

     Jon Dare and Pavo Atius shook hands.

     "These are my assistances Sorus and Leta. We were just discussing the presentation you did and we've got to admit, this was something very new to us. Mind quenching our curiosity?"

     "Ahaha, I'd be glad." Jon took out a smaller Light Screen that was as large as a tablet device and started explaining it to Ambassador Pavo then used it to explain the businesses of the company to the Ambassador of the Empire.

     Ambassador Pavo was surely a strong character and tried to comprehend Jon's abilities as fast as he could to make an overall assessment. Jon didn't mind that as it was his goal from the start and agreed to answer the questions with convenient answers to himself.

     Unlike the Nords who looked at magic with eyes of caution then looked away from it, the Imperials were a completely different story. They tried their best to comprehend the Light Screens and the abilities of Jon.

     "I think for a Military Viscount such as yourself, you indeed go beyond the normal expectations. On behalf of his Imperial Majesty, I would like you to work with the Empire more in the future. Please consider my invitation, there is so much potential to your work and so much the Empire can do for you."

     "Thank you, Sir Count."

     Jon noticed that the Imperials were trying to address him as Military Viscount rather than Thane which is referring for them showing that they recognize his value. Thane and Military Viscount are basically the same titles but one is Nordic and the other is Imperial. The Ambassador was surely trying to rope Jon to the side of the Empire. The benefits following that decision will surely be high as Jon's power may extend beyond his area of jurisdiction and become a full Empire Nobleman.

     As the two ended their conversation, Jon and Vittoria started to look for another place to chat in.

     "What are the chances, I talk about my uncle and you introduce me to yours."

     "Haha, very funny."

     "Excuse me, Thane Jon." Someone interrupted Jon and Vittoria's chat.

     It was none other than Falk Firebeard.

     "High King Torygg is ready to meet you in his study if you please."

     "Steward Falk, I will be honored. If you excuse me, Miss Vici."

     "Thank you, Thane Jon."

     Falk Firebeard and Jon Dare headed away from the throne room to a hallway leading to the inner parts of the palace.

     As two red-haired gentlemen, they got acquainted really well. Falk Firebeard was always fond of Jon's methods since his job title became the Administrator of the General Affairs Department. He simply can't live without that title anymore.

     As soon as Jon and Falk reached a certain door, Jon was allowed into the study. There, he found a big library and a central table with a few seats around it. There was a Nord gentleman sitting on a chair and checking a few cards with his hand.

     High King Torygg looked up to Jon and spoke.

     "So… which deck the creator of Gwent prefers to play with?"

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     "Which deck the creator of Gwent prefers to play with?" The King asked.

     Jon smiled and walked to a chair, Torygg nodded and Jon sat down while moving his robe to the side.

     "Skyrim Deck."

     "A patriot? Well, I am the High King so I should represent my nation anyway. Skyrim against Skyrim… what a bad omen!" The King sighed.

     "Haha! I can't even disagree." Jon felt the irony.

     In the Assembly of how to prevent Skyrim from falling to a civil war, this Gwent match is being a Skyrim Deck against another.

     Jon and Torygg took out their cards and put it against each other.

     "Usually there is a referee." Jon said.

     "Yes, Falk."

     "My king."

     "Would you mind if you become our referee?"

     "It would be my pleasure."

     Falk took the third chair and the three gentlemen nodded to each other and handed the decks to Falk to check them.

     "I must say, I was quite surprised by the way you presented the problem Jarl Skald is causing. You have one-ninth of Skyrim well-monitored and under your control. Must be quiet the labor."

     "I am just doing what a Thane should do, be the vigilant eye and enforce the Hold's Law as well as making sure that life is fair and people are happy." Jon said.

     "So you provide them jobs under your business and make sure that no one competes with you in the hold you serve?" Torygg said in a questioning tone.

     Jon smiled and replied.

     "Couldn't have found any better way to take care of those folk. People get greedy when they get power and can't afford an enemy in a wounded hold that is being rebuilt. Gods know how many years will it take for the hold to be back on its feet again. That's why one should be wary of greedy people."

     "And does the rule include you?"

     "It includes everyone. My place and my position give me both the freedom and the limits I need."

     "Ah! I see. Hahaha!"

     Jon's answer was right to Torygg's worries. Jon could read the mood and Torygg could read the meaning of words. Just like any other ruler, Torygg should be worried if a force grew too much under his domain and it can't be controlled anymore. Jon answered him as he already understands his worries and gave him the clue of how to keep their relationship healthy, he is content with his position as a Thane and he took fully what he wants, more than that would be over the limits for the norm and that what assured Torygg.

     Jon was not the only person who would spread his influence through an entire hold. Names like Maven Black-Briar, Thonar Silver-Blood, Olfrid Battle-Born, Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, Erikur and Bryling, all these people are the tycoons of Skyrim and now Jon Dare is the new tycoon in Winterhold. No one would have bothered with Winterhold especially for Nords who are not fond with the College of Winterhold but who would have thought the next rising star was from there. Not only was the hold wounded by the collapse but it also had low resources and unfriendly nature. Jon's rise was indeed suspicious.

     Also, the problem with Jon was not only his rise but also how fast he grew and his mysterious origins. If he was supported by an enemy of Skyrim then it would make a lot of sense but Jon was very interesting to those who looked in his history. An Orphan adopted by a powerful Arch-Wizard for his talent in magic and all his actions proved to be for the good of Winterhold and his loyalty to Skyrim was unstained for now. He even showed good will by opposing both the Stormcloak faction and the Imperial faction that have already started fighting in shadows and his stand was bluntly neutral. The Empire couldn't hate him for it and neither the Stormcloaks. He made it clear that Winterhold is a wounded hold and it is going through a rebuilding phase, any conflict in the hold would bring it apart and he clearly wouldn't take that lying down.

     High King Torygg was a supporter of peace and a rise of a Hold like Winterhold meant that people are busy with rebuilding rather than fighting and that was something he wants for Skyrim. For that, he wanted to make sure that Jon was 100% in the same direction as him and not planning to join either side in the conflict yet to come. He also wanted to make sure that Jon won't fall once a true challenge comes up.

     "To tell the truth, we were in discussion lately here in Solitude about the Jarlship of Winterhold, we wanted to move the title to a man more capable than Jarl Korir. Our only candidate was you."

     "I see, you either had to stop me or support me."

     "Right, we didn't know how to stop you quietly though. The person we hoped we can use had cut contacts with us."

     Torygg and Jon were speaking bluntly rather casually.

     "You mean Kraldar? I killed him a long time ago."

     "…" "…"

     Torygg who was acting cool couldn't keep up the act and Falk who was checking the Gwent Cards froze and his eyes moved to Jon. Another hidden presence in the room showed signs of energy that couldn't escape the senses of an energy junkie like Jon.

     "What? He was spying for Erikur." Jon said it as it was something really natural.

     Torygg, Falk and the third presence sighed and shook their heads. Jon was as brutal as the rumors.

     Kraldar was indeed a spy of Erikur. Before Jon would come to Winterhold, Kraldar was a Nord nobleman whose family fell from glory after the [Great Collapse]. He was recruited by Erikur to make connections with the College of Winterhold as Erikur was already aiming for the big fish that everyone ignored. Kraldar was to replace Jarl Korir in the game if the Imperials ever take control of the Winterhold and Jon was aware to all of that. He was also aware that if by any chance, Kraldar became the Jarl then Korir managed to come back, Kraldar will get banished to Solitude and stay in Erikur's home which all revealed Erikur's plot to Jon.

     Jon threw Kraldar in the sea as soon as the latter started spying for Erikur.

     "So you won't become the Jarl? You said you are okay with the limits you have but Jarl Korir is quite the burden, right?" Torygg asked.

     "He is a breath of fresh air." Jon replied.

     "Hehehe! You two seem to be getting along, would it be that you have something on him?"

     "Why? He is my Jarl. How come I betray the man who employed me?"

     "Oh! Fine, I won't pursue the subject any longer. Falk, you took your sweet time, how are the cards?"

     "… I am not sure how to say this…" Falk was looking at the cards with a weird face.

     "I knew it! The creator of Gwent must have all the rare Hero cards." Torygg said with a disappointed face.

     "Eh… quite the opposite actually. Not that much rare cards but…"

     "But what?"

     "Thane Jon is playing with only 20 cards other than the God card."

     "Only 20! That's the minimum." Torygg looked at Jon thinking he was underestimating him.

     "It is my strategy." Jon said.

     "But… 20 cards means you don't have 'Decoy Cards' or 'Weather Cards' or even a 'Horn Card'."

     Jon nodded with a smile.

     Gwent had many types of cards all of them were categorized as 'Warrior', 'Thief' and 'Mage' as the three major star consolations. They were also categorized as [God Cards] the ones necessary for every player and each carry a blessing, one must have one and only one, no less no more; [Hero Cards] which are the ones that has both power, ability and can't be weakened; [Normal Cards] which are not as protected or powerful but may have one of the various abilities like 'Bond', 'Resurrection', 'Spying', 'Summoning', 'Multi-class', 'Horn' or 'Scorching' or can have no ability at all; [Weather Cards] whose role is to debuff a whole raw of both allies or enemies depending on type as 'Frost' debuffs the warriors, 'Storm' with the archers and 'Rain' with the mages; [Decoy Cards] which are used to take back cards one already played; [Horn Cards] which are used to buff a whole lane of a single type and finally the [Scorch Cards] that can kill the strongest card the enemy has.

     Jon was playing with only a few [Hero Cards] and the rest were [Normal Cards] with a wide variety of abilities.

     "Mr. Falk, will you please." Jon urged Falk Firebeard to distribute the cards already.

     "Fine, I just want to tell you, the High King is no ordinary player, he almost robbed Thane Bryling of [Ysmir Wulfharth] hero card." Falk said.

     "Almost." Torygg seemed frustrated.

     "Oh, that's a really good card." Jon smiled, "I am not going to lose though." Jon said.

     "Suit yourself. I just want to tell you that the High King has twice as cards as you."

     "Oh! How scary!"

     Jon put his [God Card] on the table and so did Torygg.

     "Oh! Kyne card." Torygg smiled.

     "Talos Card!" Jon was taken aback by Torygg's choice.

     "It is the best. I know you gave it a good effect on purpose."

     "Ah! Hehe."

     Jon and Torygg received 10 random cards from their decks. Falk then flipped a Septim and it was 'Heads'. Torygg was the one to start.

     ***

     "I can't believe it!" Torygg's face was ashen.

     The end result was… 281 to 89. Jon's win.

     Jon played dumb and went hot on the first round making a big number very early which made Torygg decide to forfeit the first round to not waste cards. The second round was the real trap when Jon used all his 'Resurrection Cards' and 'Spy Cards' to bring back more cards and even steal cards from Torygg.

     Torygg played with four 'Hero Cards' that barely made a score for him while Jon used three 'Hero Cards' that insanely buffed the Warrior lane relying on the 'Normal Cards' that mostly started with the base value around (4) and the highest one, in the end, was (32). Jon's small amount of cards were utilized to the fullest bringing back all the cards he played with at the first round and all the cards in the rest of the deck while Torygg was stuck to his nose.

     "I think I can't go against the one who created the game after all." Torygg said.

     "I simply recreated the idea and made the cards. The rules are not mine." Jon said as he took back his cards.

     "I see. This was truly a good game. I was more focused than ever." Torygg said with a smile.

     Jon was sighing from inside. Torygg was way too easy compared to Sheogorath. Sheogorath insisted that he would recreate the Shivering Isles Deck all by himself and made an unfathomable deck that can truly only be played by mad people. The deck was so funny and infuriating at the same time. Compared to that, Torygg was easy to bully.

     "So, have you thought about it?" Torygg asked.

     "Excuse me?"

     "The Jarlship of Winterhold. It is yours if you wanted."

     Jon shook his head.

     "Too many responsibilities. I merely want to adventure and study magic in the coming phase of my life so I don't think I can run a hold this thoroughly in the future anyway. The Company can run itself and I created its system so I know how it works but the Jarlship requires more than just the Law of the Hold but also the Laws of Skyrim and the Empire rather than the decisions that I don't want to burden my sleep with. Jarl Korir will do just fine."

     Jon declined the offer one last time.

     Torygg sighed and nodded. He talked with Jon about various things before the latter left the study.

     "Did he pass?" Falk asked.

     "He wasn't lying." A voice replied and a woman appeared in the room.

     Torygg and Falk looked at here naturally as if she was here the whole time.

     "What do you think, Sybille?" Torygg asked.

     "He is a bit honest about not wanting the Jarlship. He also wasn't lying about anything else."

     "Whoa! Not at all?" Falk asked.

     "He may look peaceful and well-natured but… he is dangerous." Sybille said.

     "How so?" Torygg asked.

     "He detected me."

     Torygg and Falk were taken aback. No one can simply detect Sybille. After all, she is a Vampire. The High King knew that and Falk was also well aware. After all, Sybille's role was far too important for the sake of many things in this hold.

     "What do you advice?" Torygg asked.

     Sybille thought and sighed.

     "He is a troublemaker but he is a good friend. He won't betray you first, the Firemanes always honored their words and he seemed like a typical one to me. Also, his origins check came out. Before he was to be admitted to Riften Orphanage, his parents were living outside Skyrim, the trail led us to Morrowind. It seems that they died around 4E 182 when they were doing some work for the clan. Or so the public story goes."

     "Is that so?"

     "There is a lot of mystery around him. I know you wanted to have him as our man but he is comfortable where he is and as he said, it will limit his authorities but widen his freedom. He will turn 18 after two months, he still has a lot of potential and we can wait. Let Erikur go wild on him and see how he solves it."

     Torygg and Falk nodded.

     "Fine, let's wait and see."

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     322 The Assembly 4

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     Jon left the King's study and returned back to the throne room where the assembly would continue in an hour. He looked around and wanted to sit in some quiet place but a palace guard came to him.

     "Thane Jon of Winterhold?"

     "Yes."

     "A Dunmer lady says she is your Captain of Security Detail is looking for you in the garden of the palace."

     "Oh! Jull is here… fine, thank you."

     Jon nodded and looked around the place again until he found someone.

     "Headmaster Viarmo."

     "Oh! If it is not Thane Jon?"

     Viarmo, the Headmaster of the Bard's College and the famous High Elf who is quite popular between the Nords, recognized Jon right away. Both of them were undoubtedly the tallest two in the meeting. Jon was a Firemane and Viarmo was a High Elf. What vexes High Elves about Jon is that he is always a tad taller than them.

     "I was hoping we could talk. A mutual friend of ours sent me with regards." Jon said.

     "A mutual friend between me and Thane Jon? Must be quiet the character. Oh! By any chance, is it student Jon Battle-Born or student Lynly Star-Sung?"

     "No, it is neither Jon nor Svidi. Why don't we walk to the Garden?"

     "Well gladly! Excuse me, gentlemen."

     Jon and Viarmo acted with etiquette and walked out the throne room. Both of them were smiling at each other with total ease.

     "Will Thane Jon participate in the Tournament this year? A lot of Fans are waiting for you to come and do a good show again." Viarmo said.

     "Really? I would love to entertain but sadly if I joined the tournament, it would be no more than bullying. I already won once and now I won't even struggle. Also, my brothers are busy, Jon Battle-Born is newlywed and spending his honeymoon on vacation while Wulfur is on a trip to Orsinium, some sort of blacksmithing contest."

     "Oh! The Annual Forge Tournament of Orsinium. Nords don't get easily invited to that one."

     "So that's its name? Why so?"

     "As you know, Nords and Orcs are not the greatest friends throughout history especially the Orcs of Orsinium. They have a cult of Trinimac that considers the Nordic God Shor or Lorkhan a mortal enemy."

     "Oh! I see… I think Wulfur can handle some stingy Orcs."

     Jon and Viarmo were both birds of a feather. They knew each other's intentions from the very start and their forces have collided many times before.

     "How are the things around Skyrim by the by?" Jon asked.

     "I would have asked Thane Jon the same question thinking you would know better than I?"

     "Than you? Headmaster Viarmo, please don't overestimate me. Bards go where others cannot and I am sure words travel better in Haafingar than Winterhold." Jon said.

     "Really? And here I thought bathhouse wenches would do a way better job than bards." Viarmo said.

     "As I said, you overestimate me." Jon replied.

     The two were naturally talking about their spy organizations. They were tossing words at each other because their interests went into a conflict lately. Anyway, the two of them reached the garden outside the palace and saw two women waiting for them.

     "Headmaster Viarmo, let me introduce you to my Security Captain, Jullanar. And this one here is surely our mutual friend! Say hello, Lisette."

     As Jon pointed to the other woman. Viarmo narrowed his eyes. It was indeed his agent Lisette, the one he planted in Winterhold a few months ago and was constantly reporting to him.

     He looked between Jon and Lisette.

     "How long were you captured?" He asked.

     "… A few months." Lisette replied.

     "Thane Jon, you captured a bard of my people. I'd love to say that the Bards' College is an official guild that has the right to protect its people in a court of law. We are in one right now and I implore you to let release my bard." Viarmo said. He offered Lisette a legal way to escape her captors.

     He looked at Jon with cold eyes. Jon brought Lisette to the Blue Palace where he has no shred of power and Viarmo has many friends around the place. He was simply in a better position.

     "Really? Is that how are you going to play it?" Jon understood what he wanted to do and looked at Lisette.

     "Lis, tell him how many times we slept together."

     "Seven."

     "How did it feel?"

     "Very good."

     "What were the orders you took from Headmaster Viarmo?"

     "To find information about Thane Jon Dare and relay it to Solitude coded in the book I am writing."

     "What are the motives of Headmaster Viarmo?"

     "Find out information and sell it."

     "What is his allegiance?"

     "No one. Headmaster Viarmo works for the ones who may do good for Skyrim and widen the network of the Bards."

     "Fine, ENOUGH!" Viarmo lashed out and stopped Jon.

     Jon nodded looked at Viarmo with a wide smile. The latter seemed disturbed by Jon's action but forced himself to calm down.

     "By the way, Lisette lost the ability to lie. You can ask her anything and she will answer with complete honesty." Jon said with a proud look at Lisette.

     "Yeah, truth… Wonderful!" Viarmo was still in a sour mood. "What can I do for you, Thane Jon?"

     Jon smiled got even wider.

     "I am afraid this is the wrong question. The right one is, what can I do for you, Headmaster Viarmo?"

     Viarmo's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jon and tilted his head a little.

     "I am afraid you will need to be a bit clearer here."