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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     451 Trouble in Elsweyr

      Elsweyr, a region that lies on the southern coast of Tamriel, and is home to the feline Khajiit. It is divided into two major climates: savannahs, badlands and dry plains in the north, and fertile lands of jungle and rainforests in the south.

     Over the ages, many kingdoms ruled over the region starting with the ancient Sixteen Kingdoms, over to the two kingdoms of Anequina and Pellitine, then united into the Elsweyr Confederacy, and once more separated in two kingdoms in the Third Aldmeri Dominion.

     Elsweyr is bordered by Valenwood to the west and by Cyrodiil to the north and east, with access to Topal Bay and the Padomaic Ocean to the south.

     The northern half of Elsweyr is the Kingdom of Anequina. The region is dominated by harsh badlands and dry plains which gave rise to a hardened warrior culture among the local Khajiit that viewed their neighbors to the south as decadent and depraved.

     The southern Kingdom of Pellitine being fertile and rich for its jungles, rainforests, and river basins; its Khajiit held their northern neighbors as uncouth barbarians. Pellitine is also the seat of the Mane, the spiritual leader of Elsweyr.

     In the northern Anequina, many martial schools were established since ages old. Somewhere near the city of Orcrest, the Desert Wind Adeptorium has long since stood famed for its Martial Arts. This school was established long ago to shelter many refugees of a Khajiit Tyrant known as the Golden Beast who lived in the First Era so the history of this temple is deep and profound by all means. It was even said that a thousand years ago, this temple has participated in the fight against the threat of Dragons that were unsealed from the Halls of the Colossus.

     Jon has arrived at the Desert Wind School following his friends Mirren and Miranda as Isha wanted a peaceful place to stay far from Hammerfell. Elseweyr's north may resemble Hammerfell for the open barren land of endless sand but it was quite different.

     Seven months have passed since their arrival and the days passed slowly and peacefully. Martial Arts were something basic in Isha's daily life that didn't make her feel out of place and to Jon, it was a new realm to discover and prove his talent in. As for Miranda and Mirren who are Core Adepts in the school, that was home.

     Some Khajiit might find it strange for two humans and two elves to stay in one of the most prestigious schools in northern Elsweyr but every story had its origin.

     For Mirren and Miranda, the two were left in the care of the Grand Adept since childhood by their relatives. Many secrets involved their origin but Martial Artists do not care for politics way much less than Mages, the skill of the twins made a lot of Elder Adepts interested in teaching them despite their inability to learn the Claw-Dance as they are not Khajiit.

     For Isha, she was accepted as an Exchange Martialist from the Martial School of the Spear from the Citadel of Ebonarm. The Citadel is famed for its Martial Tradition and by being a friend to the Altmer Twins, things went easy for her.

     The problem was Jon. He had no martial background and introduced himself as Krilon, a humble mercenary. He even revealed his face as a Nord and revealed his name to the Grand Adept to be Jon, nothing more nothing less.

     This was a bit strange for Nords are enemies to the Dominion which Elsweyr is part of and are rarely sighted in the badlands of Anequina. Still, Jon managed to earn a place in the Adeptorium.

     How?

     Money. As a walking coffer of gold, Jon has experimented on many the best methods to find his way to power. Bribes were merely the beginning as money can be spent under many forms, in many images and for many more reasons than anyone can imagine. Charities, Alms, Gifts, Donations, Offering, and even Buying and Selling. One must learn his way around all those methods to be acceptable in every situation, location and duration.

     Seeing how well Jon managed to find himself a place in the school, Isha started calling his money the 'Blood Money'. She wasn't wrong though, during the last half a year, Jon has gone on a lot of Bounty Hunting quests issued by the Government of Anequina and begged the Garrison Quartermaster many times to give him the permit of hunting the infamous criminal Jon Dare but it that permit was ranked as the highest difficulty.

     "Khajiit understands how eager you are but this mission is suicide. It would pain Khajiit to see one with potential die in vain, you are one of the good ones after all."

     That's how the Garrison Quartermaster replied.

     If only he knew… well, that's a story that is unlikely to happen.

     All in all, Jon didn't have any difficulties fitting in with the help of his fake identities, background stories and deep pockets. He even made friends in high and low places.

     "Pulu."

     In a certain slum in the lower part of Orcrest, Jon stood on a wall looking around for anyone coming or going.

     "Oh! Pulu's favorite human is here."

     "Don't let Nefertiti catch you saying that."

     The one called Pulu was a cat, or rather an Alfiq Khajiit, a furstock of Khajiit that looks exactly like house cats save for their sense of fashion.

     [A/n: Furstock is a term used to describe the 17 known variations of the Khajiit.]

     Pulu is an Alfiq who is a friend to Nefertiti and Jon as well as part of their information network.

     "Brought you some Moon Sugar, rare quality." Jon said as he passed a pouch to Pulu.

     "Always a pleasure working with you." Pulu snatched the pouch, hid it behind the wall then returned to Jon, "Now, what do you want to know from Pulu?"

     Jon thought for a while then asked.

     "The situation in Skyrim… how is it?"

     "Pulu is not usually interested in far sands but Pulu thought you may ask so we snooped around for a bit."

     "And?"

     "There is a rebellion going on. Some governor decided to take on the Imperial authorities and the King of Skyrim is mediating for peace." Pulu said.

     "So it finally started."

     Jon wasn't expecting that a fight would happen this early in the year 4E 200 but must be some early skirmishes to test one another. The real Civil War is still not on yet.

     "What else?" He asked.

     "Not much about Skyrim."

     "Then is there any lead for the Worm Cult or any big groups of Necromancers?"

     "No. You can't come across such news easily without the whole city knowing, you know."

     "Then what about the Dominion? Is there any movement regarding the hunt for their most wanted?"

     "None. The Dominion doesn't bother much with Anequina so you won't find any information here. Try Reaper's March."

     There wasn't much information right at the moment about what Jon is after. Detailed information about the state of Skyrim are hard to come by and usually comes later by a month since happening. Information about the Aldmeri Dominion is mostly classified while information about the Worm Cult makes people freak out so most do not look in its way.

     It didn't bring either comfort of worry to Jon but rather anxiety. No news is Good News but sometimes the calm before the storm. Whether he liked it or not, the only thing he is capable of is to go back and sharpen his nails and teeth for the next adversary.

     "I have information regarding the Star Haven Temple."

     The Star Haven Temple is where the Desert Wind Adeptorium is located alongside other schools of the arts.

     "What kind of information?"

     "It seems like they are sending many Adepts to Rimmen in secret lately."

     "Yeah, not really a secret though."

     "No but… no new reaches from Rimmen. Even the Thieves Guild does not send people anymore. From what we heard, the city is on lockdown and the Governor is hiring Adepts and Mercenaries for various missions. Some say it is related to the many Argonians refugees locked in the Border Pass."

     "Oh. That's vague… but interesting." Jon said as he passed another pouch of Moon Sugar.

     "Always a pleasure! Always a pleasure! Pulu never knew Nords are this good with business. Much better than High Elves."

     "Thanks."

     The Alfiq girl said what she wanted to say and slipped into the narrow alleyways.

     Jon remained in his place thinking. There was no much interest for him to take in Rimmen. It is the city to the east of Anequina as large as Orcrest, the city he was in right now.

     Still, Northern Elsweyr was indeed a magical place and Jon liked the idea of spending a vacation here from time to time. The deserts were not as dry and deadly as Hammerfell with many mounties providing shade and covered all over the canyonlands. The night sky of Elsweyr was way more beautiful than the North of Tamriel where the night was seen as a symbol of terror. The two moons Masser and Secunda appeared very clear in the sky more than ever lightening up the night sky.

     Elsweyr wasn't just a beauty in its nature but also in its architecture and culture. The Warrior Monks and Adepts were among the friendliest people Jon met and the cities and buildings were straight out of a fairy tale. The savannah wood triangular roofs with pointy ends on the heavily decorated yellow sandstones mixed with the green gardens surrounding buildings and the rose-colored flowered climbing these walls… the image was just fantastic.

     Even cities like Orcrest were built on a hill with high stone walls that were decorated to tell historical tales and carried many statues for many heroes of the Khajiit.

     "When this is all over, I may think of having a Mafia Boss Villa in the wild on some mountain near this city. It will be worth it."

     While having his dreams of the future, Jon noticed a Thalmor Patrol coming his way.

     Without much thinking, his instincts from the days of Riften kicked in and he changed his direction many times to lose any tail while keeping the Thalmor within his perception.

     "From here… the Nord was walking this way." A Khajiit Dagi boy said while leading the Thalmor inside the slum.

     "Hm? That's good. A Nord will suffice to cover up for the prisoner who escaped. This way the commander won't have our heads." A Thalmor whispered to another.

     "I don't know… I just don't like it. The prisoners transported from Rimmen are all like… I don't know how to say it. I think a Nord will stand out a bit too much, especially if he made a fuss." The other Thalmor replied.

     "Don't worry, we only need to break his legs saying he tried to escape and knock him out or poison him. He will look like the prisoners this way."

     "Tsk! Those filthy outsiders! They run to us when things go south, their useless Empire is even doing nothing."

     "No one can do much on the borders, you fool. Those Argonians who fled through the Empire came to us with their filth and disease. They even transferred that illness to the other humans and elves. We had to kill every last one of them lizards just to keep it clear. That's why we are moving on the borders with an excuse to contain the disease."

     "Then just kill the humans. Why take them prisoners and risk the whole thing?"

     "The Commander said that races react to disease differently in most cases. Having a lot of specimens will help the healers know what disease is this faster."

     "What a pain, let's just find the Nord and get going."

     The conversation went on but Jon learned a whole lot.

     A disease outbreak in Rimmen coming from Black Marsh through the Empire, Thalmor activity, arresting the refugees, and an infected on the run.

     It all started to remind Jon with what happened in Morrowind during the 6th Labour when they and the Old Woman stopped an outbreak Narsis.

     More to that, Mirren and Miranda were dispatched to Rimmen once but they didn't say anything about a disease. It was just an escorting and security job.

     'Seems like all the fun is in Rimmen. Can't possibly miss that out, can I? Jon thought.

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      He took out a mirror, fixed his by a Transformation Potion and made a Telepathic call to Nefertiti to prepare things.

     He then walked out of his hiding.

     "Hey, shitheads! Looking for me?"

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     452 The Cursed Disease

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     (Part 1)

     The plan was to take a patch of Prisoners from different races and ages to study the Disease that struck the border area. Due to the variety of symptoms that appeared, the dispatched medics couldn't figure out what sort of disease they are up against.

     But when the Dominion Soldiers escorted some of the refugees to a Thalmor camp near the infection site, one of them escaped and the Thalmor sent people after him hoping that the infection doesn't go widespread.

     Yet due to the nature of the mission, it was impossible for a normal Elf or a Khajiit to find someone who escaped in the middle of the Scar, the desert in the south of Anequina Kingdom. That's why those soldiers stopped at the nearest city which happened to be Orcrest and looked for any convenient person to grab as a substitute for the prisoner.

     And lo and behold, a human. And not just a human, but a Nord, the kind of Humans High Elves dislike the most.

     "Catch him!" A Soldier shouted.

     "No! They are coming at me!" Jon screamed frantically and started running around aimlessly.

     The Thalmor Soldiers gave a chase and surrounded him.

     "Now!"

     As they hopped on him at once, Jon started waving his arms around.

     "Leave me be! Perverts! Help!"

     It was safe to say that there was no winning side in the fight. They hit Jon with their batons and Jon punched around like a child. One baton hit Jon's elbow and caused his nerves to react unintentionally, his arm bashed the man that hit him in the guts.

     "!!"

     The man felt a sweet taste in his mouth as his guts were squished and he fell on his knees with teary eyes. Jon and the others stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

     The man felt his image was getting ruined so he smiled casually.

     "Just an upset stomach… carry on. Beat him up!"

     The fight returned once again with the Thalmor Soldiers running after Jon to beat him with their batons and Jon waving his arms around. Still, many got their guts squished, their balls kicked, their eyes poked, their feet stumped on, and suffered a lot of bruises.

     In the end, they caught Jon.

     "You can't do this. I have my rights."

     "Shut up!"

     "My lawyer is called Karen. She will come and deal with your manager."

     "Take him out of here." The Captain of the Soldiers said as he locked Jon in steel wagon.

     Looking behind him, the captain saw his soldiers lying on the ground in a sorry state.

     "Auriel! It is over."

     "This was so hard. I thought I might see my ancestors."

     "Did we really catch him?"

     "I feel like it is the other way around."

     "... Stand up, you lazy twats! We are transferring the prisoner back to the camp." The Captain shouted at his subordinates as he tried not to limb until he reached his horse.

     ***

     The road from Orcrest to Rimmen would take four days but as the Thalmor camp was set on the edge of the State of Rimmen near the Scar Badlands, the trip lasted for three days.

     Jon was quite the silent prisoner and kept to himself most of the time. The wagon transporting him wasn't anything fancy, he can break its walls with a punch and bend the steel cage surrounding it with a little bit of Aura.

     At the sunset of the third day, the carriage passed a bridge over a steep canyon on the road to Rimmen.

     "Hey, guard. How long till we reach that blasted camp of yours?" Jon asked.

     "Look who is speaking! Why do you care, Nord? You are dead as soon as you arrive. Lady Wendlain is going to dissect you as soon as she gets her hands on you." The wagon driver said.

     "True, I once saw her gut an Imperial. She cut his chest and stomach open like a Y letter and took everything out then started studying it. By Mara! It gave me nightmares. Those Justiciars can be weird." Another guard confirmed.

     "It is called Forensic Pathology, dimwit." Jon replied.

     "Foren- what?"

     "Forensic! For your simple minds to understand, it is the science of opening people up to figure out what killed them."

     "Humph! Shut up, Nord. What is a northern monkey like you know of the ways of the Elves?" The Captain hit the wagon with his baton to scare Jon.

     "You don't believe me, Captain? Fine, if your Forensic Pathologists are as good as you claim then they won't find it hard as they figure out that you died from inner bleeding and that guy over there died from choking."

     "... What are you saying?"

     "Also, we don't have monkeys in the north."

     With the last word he spoke, Jon's staff appeared on his hand and spells started flying in every direction. The Captain got paralyzed as he fell from his horse with his face twisted with pain, his second in command started choking, the wagon driver bled from his everywhere, another guard turned pale as he started freezing… so on and so forth until every Thalmor Soldier died to a different cause.

     "I will be very interested in seeing your Forensic report one day." Jon said as he walked out of the wagon by teleporting.

     "I don't think they will examine some low leveled soldiers, especially when they are short on hand." A voice replied from the end of the bridge.

     Jon turned around to see a brown-skinned woman in a hippie sense of fashion and a girl in a gothic black dress. It was a weird combination but a welcome one nonetheless.

     "Isha, Nefertiti. I assume that your journey was fast." Jon said.

     "Faster than you at least. We have been here for a day and reconned the area." Isha said.

     "Sorry for being late then. I was extracting some information from those… dead gentlemen."

     "That's an understatement. You overkilled them, man." Isha said while poking a corpse with the end of her spear.

     "Did you catch the infected man who ran from the Thalmor?" Jon asked.

     "Yes. He was dying but we managed to get some answers from him. I put him to mercy afterward." Isha replied.

     "So what did you find?"

     "A few Thalmor camps packed with infected refugees. Imperials, Khajiit, Orcs, and Argonians with a mix of other races in small numbers. The disease seems to have come from outside Elsweyr through the borders which explains the number of Imperials and Argonians. The nature of the disease is still unknown." Isha said.

     "Hmmm… interesting!"

     "What are you interested in? Did you find out something?"

     "Nope. Absolutely nothing." Jon replied with a psychopathic smile.

     "..." "..."

     Isha and Nefertiti felt something was going wrong.

     "What is going on?" Isha asked.

     "Hooman and I are connected but it is a pain seeing through his head lately so I don't know." Nefertiti replied.

     "Why is that?"

     "He was going through some anxiety lately."

     "Anxiety?"

     Jon looked at the two and smiled.

     "Don't you get it? After eight months of silence, there is finally something." Jon explained.

     "What do you mean?"

     "My Labour. It was on hold for a long time. Eight months with no accidents, no trouble, everything is peaceful and no problems at all…"

     "Isn't this a good thing?" Isha tilted her head.

     "What? No! I have been stirring up trouble for eight months straight for my Labour to continue and finally… a sign."

     To the overexcited Jon, Isha let out a deep sigh.

     "Cat, do something to your Hooman or whatever."

     "Leave me out of it. In these times, we better watch from afar as he does his thing."

     As the two started complaining about him, Jon butted in.

     "Ladies, focus. We have a Disease outbreak. We need to investigate. I have too many plans and expectations so let's work hard." He said.

     "Do like me, Isha. Yay! Go for it, Hooman." Nefertiti said.

     "Yay! We believe in you." Isha copied Nefertiti.

     "Fine. I don't want your help. Where are Miranda and Mirren?"

     "With the rest of the Adepts in Rimmen. They investigate in secret as their usual." Isha said.

     "Good, Rimmen is our next stop then."

     ***

     Rimmen is found in the greater region of Anequina, which is known for its harsh deserts and dry savannahs. However, Rimmen is found in the Rim Territories, where the grasslands are more somewhat vibrant and lively.

     Rimmen is a large walled-off city with water canals and domed buildings built from ivory-colored stone and lush tropical greenery. The canals get water from the aqueducts that span across the Kingdom of Rimmen. In the city, they empty in the town square, into relaxing pools of water where several people pass the time to relax and meditate. However, today was no such day.

     It was said this morning that a lot of refugees are trying to pass through the borders as a disease outbreak happened to the east. By the orders of the Royal Family of Anequina, all those who passed the borders during the past week were to be brought to the central plaza alongside anyone who came in constant contact with them.

     The rapid response resulted in a fast containment of the situation and everyone who was suspected to be infected was quarantined right away. The Federal Thalmor Embassy of the Aldmeri Dominion was mobilized in order to identify the disease and find a Cure. Mercenaries and Adepts were called to help with the jobs the government was short on hand with.

     Mirren was walking on a street surveying the poor slums and looking for those who didn't submit to the check-up.

     {Thalmor, Ten o'clock.} A voice rang in his head as he was walking.

     Mirren nimbly walked to the shade of a wall and hid his presence.

     As the Thalmor patrol passed, he returned the Telepathic call.

     "You're starting to talk like Jon, sister."

     {Less words, more meaning.}

     "You… sigh!"

     Mirren could only ask a little as his sister wasn't really a great person to have a conversation with.

     {Why did you hide?} She asked.

     "Thalmor."

     {They don't know you.}

     "... I guess old habits are hard to get rid of."

     No matter what, Mirren was always suspicious of Thalmor and hated walking across them. He and his sister are talented in hiding their presences, sneaking and teleporting short distances making them ideal assassins but all these skills were honed only to shake off their true enemies, the Thalmor.

     The Altmer Twins and their family were a target for the bloodline genocides that happened in Summerset many years ago in the name of getting rid of lowly bloodlines mixed with other none Altmer. Despite the young age of the twin, they were very aware of the dangers they are facing and never revealed a hint of their existence to the Thalmor, which includes not running into them and or leaving witnesses.

     {Three patrols around you. Proceed with caution.}

     Mirren turned to look to the high tower in the middle of the district.

     "You seriously need to stop talking like that."

     {I like it.}

     "No, you like him."

     {...}

     "He is married and basically a playboy, sister. Don't get mixed up with that."

     {... When did you know?}

     "Please! You are not giving him a cold shoulder, that's enough to know."

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     {Roof watchman, two blocks ahead.}

     As the two kept arguing through Telepathy while sneaking around the city, they managed to find a few people who were afraid of the general check-up and hiding in their houses. What Mirren needed to do was to attract the city guards here by any way available like burning something or breaking a wall.

     Soon after, their patrol was over and they returned to the Elder Adept in charge of them to report then got dismissed to rest.

     **********

     (Part 2)

     Mirren and Miranda sat on the rooftop on the higher part of the city of Rimmen in their rest hours.

     The two always have a secret strategy discussion for themselves during every situation as two fighters who are mostly dependant on one another.

     "Doesn't this situation bring back awful memories?" Mirren said.

     "Narsis." Miranda replied.

     "Yes, our last Labour. It was a terrible plague so let's hope this one doesn't turn into a disaster."

     "It won't." She said.

     "And how do you know?"

     "This is different, not much infection but the disease is severe."

     "... I don't think I know much about infections and disease but those Thalmor are dissecting living people to get to know the disease, it is barbaric!"

     "Life."

     "You were to eavesdrop on them, did they find anything out after this many deaths?"

     "Yes." She nodded, "Organ failure, Necrosis, slow death."

     "That's terrible." This was supposed to be Mirren's reply but someone else said it.

     Mirren turned around with a pale face to see someone familiar but in a strange appearance.

     It was Jon but not exactly Jon. It was a ghost that looked exactly like Jon.

     "What is going on?" Mirren asked as he jumped on his feet.

     "Guess what!" The Ghost of Jon acted as smug as his owner.

     "You are dead and the world is finally at peace but you will haunt me for life." Mirren guessed as he was told.

     "TaDaaa!" The Ghost of Jon didn't deny it.

     "What?" Mirren freaked out.

     "He learned the [Astral Projection] spell." Miranda interrupted.

     "Oh! You scared me. I thought I'll be haunted for real."

     The [Astral Projection] is an Expert level Mysticism spell that allows the casters to project spectral holograms of themselves and do various things through it. The real Jon, who is miles away outside Rimmen, can use the Astral Projection to scout, communicate and even cast some spells.

     "What do you want?"

     "Meet me outside the city to the south at the border pass, there is something you need to see." Jon's projection said then disappeared.

     The two siblings sighed as they knew deep inside that things are going to get noisy from this point on.

     ***

     A few hours passed until Jon and Isha met up with Mirren and Miranda.

     The four briefed themselves with the situation on all fronts and made a plan to look around.

     "So, you said you found out something." Mirren spoke to Jon.

     "Right. Here, take a look." Jon passed his spyglass to Jon.

     Their location was on a hidden area near the mountain range that separates Elsweyr from Cyrodiil south to Rimmen. They had a great view of the encampment of the Thalmor blocking the road to the border pass.

     "What am I looking for exactly?" Mirren asked.

     "Do you see the refugees imprisoned in cages?"

     "Yes."

     "Did you notice what they are?"

     "Diseased poor folk?"

     "Come on, you can do better."

     Mirren looked once again but didn't spot anything strange.

     Isha used her Aura to look further while Miranda took the spyglass from Mirren.

     "Aha."

     "I see."

     "So I am the idiot here." Mirren was dissatisfied with Isha's and Miranda's responses.

     "I was just teasing you. I don't know what's wrong either." Isha said while winking at him.

     "Thanks… that sure made me feel better." Mirren said in self mockery.

     "There are Argonians." Miranda said.

     ""Hm?""

     "There are Argonians and they are very sick." Miranda said.

     "Bingo!" Jon agreed with her.

     "And?" Isha questioned.

     "Argonians have a natural resistance to all sorts of Diseases, they even carry diseases without noticing." Jon said, "The main reason why no one really wanted to invade that infested land of Black Marsh was because of the Hist and their use of Biological Weapons to fend off the invaders. Wasn't the Hist of Tear the reason behind the Plague in Narsis?" Jon said.

     "I see. So the Argonians are making everyone sick." Mirren said.

     "Nope. I just said the Argonians are sick which is a very rare thing to happen. With that number of diseased Argonians, there is one assumption we are safe to consider."

     "Which is…?"

     "This is not a Disease."

     The four remained silent for a while.

     "Not a disease? People were working hard to find a cure for this thing and you're saying they were wrong all along?" Mirren asked.

     "Yes. The main symptoms are Organ Failure and Necrosis. These are endgame symptoms and appear with the highly contagious disease in most cases. This thing is not contagious but only to a very low extent. More so, there is an obvious state of madness that doesn't fit in with the whole thing." Jon explained.

     "People are getting mad too?" Isha asked.

     "I know it is nasty but something is really wrong. So, based on my educated guesses, I would say it is a Curse." Jon said.

     "Why?" Mirren asked.

     "Because no mage is infected. Mages have better resistance to Magicka in general." It was Miranda who replied.

     "Right. I didn't see any infected Mages who are supposed to be people with low physical constitution."

     "So that sums everything up? We are up against a curse that can go viral?" Mirren asked for confirmation.

     "Indeed. And a very weird one at that."

     The four returned to silence once again. The situation was now more outlined than before.

     "But a curse can't go viral." (Miranda)

     "Indeed." (Isha)

     "Then how is this happening?" (Mirren)

     "Maybe it was cast with the condition to go viral." (Isha)

     "That's way too advanced. Let alone the skills required to do so, Curses need a medium. If I want a curse to go viral, I would cast on a Rune Spell to work as a trap and have a better result." (Jon)

     "And what about the madness?" (Miranda)

     "No idea." (Jon)

     "Let's get our own test subject then." Miranda said, "We won't know much this way."

     To her suggestion, the others started thinking about it.

     "Okay." Jon agreed.

     "You are considering this?" Isha was not approving.

     "At least it is something to do."

     ***

     And so they had their Argonian test subject.

     "The 6th of First Seed (March), year 200 of the Fourth Era. I performed a magical examination on the subject: Ja-Meen, 37, male, infected with a mild curse that developed through the innards and the outer limbs. Halting the curse was successful but reversing it is impossible until the Medium is broken. No traces of the Magicka causing the curse were found but the subject's mental health is degenerating due to unknown reasons as the brain is intact as far as I can tell. Record, over."

     Jon finished his examination on a victim and turned around.

     "That was brutal." (Isha)

     "Stone Cold." (Mirren)

     "Sexy!" (Miranda)

     "What?" (Mirren)

     "I like… the systematic way." (Miranda)

     That was a lie, she was imagining herself tied to a bed with Jon holding a scalpel over her and saying mad researcher words.

     But more importantly, Jon returned the subject back to consciousness.

     "Ja-Meen, looks like you are fine. How do you feel?"

     Ja-Meen opened his eyes to see himself in a cave surrounded by lights made magic and bring looked at by four strong presences. Anyone in their right mind would be nervous but Ja-Meen was frenzied.

     "He is close! Close by! Troll Head! Troll Head is coming! He will come and eat us. Troll Head eats us! He is eating us! Now he is eating me! I am being eaten."

     Ja-Meen kept going in a frenzy and Jon wasn't being able to calm him.

     "As you can see, he is having fantasies about that Troll Head thing. This madness is not natural." Jon said.

     "Meaning?"

     "According to what I know, the madness that gives such a deep insight is not some mental failure. They were driven mad but that is not a part of the curse. Whoever it is, he is my Uncle's favorite errand boy."

     "Oh, please! Don't remind me." Isha said as she massaged her head.

     "Troll Head! He is eating! I am eating! No! Being eaten. I am scared! Mommy! Help me! Help…"

     Seeing an adult cry for help in such a desperate situation, even Jon felt sympathy for the Argonian.

     The Curse and that Madness are making each other worse.

     "Hey, Ja-Meen. When did Troll Head find you for the first time?" Jon asked.

     "Troll Head? You know him? You are his friend? Please, I'll tell you all I know…"

     After a few attempts of making heads and tails of what the Argonian was saying, Jon came to the conclusion that Troll Head is the person who cast the curse.

     The purpose is unknown but the suffering is real here.

     There were also more details. According to Ja-Meen, the Troll Head came out from an old ruin and wherever he passed, the curse followed.

     "So it was undead that appeared first in Black Marsh." Mirren concluded.

     "Or a Necromancer. Who knows!" Jon added.

     "The important thing is the whereabouts of the one behind all this no matter the identity." Isha said.

     "Mad people can't answer too complicated questions." Miranda said.

     In this investigation, every step they took was hindered by more mystery and would take too long to figure out what to do next.

     But Jon had the right idea on what to do next.

     "If you want to understand a madman, you need a madman who can understand madmen." Jon said.

     Jon stuffed his hand into the Cube and recovered something. He did so then ran to the forest beside the cave they stayed in followed by his companions.

     "What are you doing?" Mirren asked.

     "He is here. Watch but never learn." Jon replied as he looked with excitement around the forest.

     What he held in his hands were yarn rolls with various colors. He took the end of each yarn and started throwing them around all over the place.

     The scene was strange but it wasn't the first strange scene today.

     Anyway, the yarn rolls went deep in various directions. Jon sat in front of them and patiently waited.

     It was a minute later when a yarn thread reacted. Jon held if right away and started pulling.

     "What is that?"

     "I am fishing... or catting. Oh! Catting is a really nice verb.."

     As he said so, the yarn thread came to an end and what Jon catted appeared.

     It was a cat… or rather a Khajiit Alfiq with grey fur and black stripes. The Alfiq was entangled in the yarn thread in every impossible way.

     "What is that? The yarn is coming to life! My oh my… this is a new one! I am excited! So exciting... let me hold you. Here! Here! And here too! Oh! It is everywhere! If feels weird... and nice! Weird and Nice. I like it! Hey, stop dragging me." The Alfiq Khajiit said in a dramatic tone.

     Jon looked at him and coughed.

     "Hm? Is it you? Who are you to summon me? Wait..." The cat looked at Jon with curious eyes, "Aren't you this mortal! MY MORTAL! Wait! What are you doin..."

     Jon walked forward and held the cat up from its fire like a little cub.

     "Hey! What the Fluff? Put me down at once." The Alfiq became annoyed all of a sudden.

     "Hey..."

     "I said put me down. This is when I should smite you. Give you a serious smiting. Completely smitten. You know that move, don't you? The third move of the Meowjestic Paw Art, Mighty Paw Smite!" The Khajiit started throwing a tantrum while waving his paws but not reaching Jon.

     Jon sighed before calling the man.

     "What's up, Uncle Sheo?"

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     453 Dealing with Sheogorath

      A/n: Some of you are cringing cuz Sheogorath appeared as Cat thinking I am taking things Hardcore with Catisism again.

     Truth is… In Elsweyr, they have a God for Madness and Skooma called the Skooma Cat, Sheggorath – That's all in the Lore, check ESO Quest "The Lunacy of Two Moons" where he makes an appearance.

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     "What's up, Uncle Sheo?" Jon said with an ever-so-patient expression.

     "Nephew! Put me down, this is rude!"

     "Here you go." Jon let go of the large Alfiq on a small rock.

     The other three looked at the striped grey Alfiq waiting for Jon to explain. This was, after all, that very infamous Uncle they heard about.

     "What are you doing here, Nephew? Cheese hunting? Wine surfing? Oh, wait! Don't tell me… you are Mushroom hopping?"

     "No, no and no. You know me, uncle. I try to keep original in my work. Right now, I am trying to figure out how to kill a bunch of people in a unique way each."

     "Oh! That's a nice idea! Can you make one die from excessive cheese eating?"

     "You mean dipping people in liquidated food? Hmmm… you know what… this is actually a good idea. We can make all kinds of soups then dip people in and see which kills faster. My money's on the Tomato soup."

     "I will go with melted cheese."

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     "Hah! You'll lose miserably. Getting dipped in melted cheese is the very definition of heaven. Try a Tomato soup."

     The two were getting along in an instant despite the dumbfounded faces around them.

     But that didn't last long as the two noticed someone staring daggers at them. It was a black cat that appeared on Jon's head and seemed very annoyed.

     "You should shapeshift." Jon said.

     "Wise idea."

     The Alfiq struggled as he started to take another form while being entangled by all the yarn around him. In the end, he took the form of an elderly Breton gentleman with a particular appearance in a pink brocade suit… still entangled in yarn.

     "HAHA! It's me! Bet you didn't know that, did you? All surprised now, I see, I see." Sheogorath looked at the ones around him and said with a proud face.

     Other than Nefertiti who was cringing, the others didn't know whether to act surprised or cringe. This particular Daedric Prince can be brutal if he was displeased.

     "Act as if your Boss said a joke." Jon gave a pro tip as he noticed the ones behind him being in a dilemma.

     "... Oh! Amazing."

     "Incredible."

     "Wow."

     With the Gore Flag fully avoided, Jon wanted to get this over with.

     "What are you doing around these parts, Uncle?"

     "Woah! Straight to the point aren't we, Nephew? Don't you want to play a game first with your old uncle?"

     "Something is telling me we are going to play whether I liked it or not."

     "You understand me well, nephew."

     "And with many lives at stake."

     "You really understand me. Here's how it goes, I'll go catch some mortal playthings and throw them in the air, you must shoot them before they drop dead or you'll lose." Sheogorath said.

     "Nope. You can throw people all the way to Daggerfall for all that you care about. It won't be fair."

     "Haha! You want a Daedric Prince to play fair."

     "I want to play fair because if you don't play fair, I won't play at all. Good luck tossing Mortals around on your own. I'll go toss Mortals with my friends someplace else."

     "Okay, Okay! How about this one… a music contest with Mortal corpses."

     "Says the man who discovered music by using some woman's vocal cords."

     "Fighting contest."

     "Says the man who won against the fiercest beast Hircine made by a little chick."

     "Sparrow! You know him? He became a large Roc later on but that's not in the story. Fine, what about a Nightmare contest?"

     "Both you and I know that you wiped the floor with Vaermina last time you two played that."

     "Catapult racing?"

     "Too high."

     "Tunnel spooning."

     "Too low."

     "Dragon riding."

     "Too early."

     "Dwemer hide and seek."

     "Too late."

     "Playing a prank on Molag."

     "Already did that."

     "Playing a prank on Dagon."

     "Did that as well."

     "You played a prank on Dagon?"

     "I blackmailed him with a scene from your memories when the Avatar of Akatosh whipped his Daedric ass."

     "Seriously? How did you get that? Wait! Was it censored?"

     "Is there uncensored?"

     "A Daedric Prince as tall as a tower walking in the streets of the Imperial City mostly naked? Hah! Of course there is uncensored. His Daedric Dong was all over the place."

     "No way!"

     "Yes way."

     "Daaaaaayum! Must have missed that mod."

     "So, what do you want to play?"

     "How about my favorite game of all time? It is called [Truth and Dare]."

     "Wasn't it 'or' not 'and'?"

     "No, that's the sissy version. Jon Dare's version is [Truth and Dare]."

     "Fine! I feel like I love it already. How do we play?"

     "I ask you a question and I dare you lie to me."

     "I feel like I don't love it after all."

     "You already agreed."

     "Fine, I go first."

     "You sure?"

     "Humph!"

     "You'll ask me a question and you'll Dare me?" Jon asked again to confirm.

     Sheogorath had to think twice before that one.

     "You've got me, nephew."

     "Fair and square."

     "Fine, you go first."

     Jon sighed after bypassing the mental burden of dodging the troublesome stuff Sheogorath wanted to throw at him.

     "What is going on with that Curse around and why are you turning people mad?"

     "I always turn people mad. That's what I do. I am the Mad God."

     "And the Curse that is killing people? Your madness is making things difficult for me here, Uncle."

     "Oh! You got it all wrong, Nephew. I am not harming anyone here."

     "You seriously expect me to believe that?" Jon looked doubtful.

     "You expect a Daedric Prince to lie?"

     "Yes."

     "Well, believe it or not, we are concerned about this event." Sheogorath said ignoring Jon's doubts.

     "We?"

     "Me, Azura, Boethiah… the whole lot."

     "Wait wait wait! This 'Whole Lot' is our faction in these Labours, right?"

     "Right."

     "Why wasn't I invited then?"

     "Azura didn't call for you? I thought she did… that's why I didn't want to tell you much."

     "No, she didn't. What is going on?"

     "Hmmm… You see, nephew, you are basically the Last Labourer on our side with still one more task to perform."

     "I know."

     "And the other faction still has one Labourer too… other than the ones you have already killed."

     "Why is this the first time I hear of that?"

     "Because we weren't sure about the identity of the Labourer you are up against and… we still don't know."

     "... You're serious now?"

     "Dead Serious… or is it Daedra Serious? No, Dead Serious. As serious as a bunch of cheese rolls rolling down on a hill with me tied up on its foot. That's as far as serious goes in my book."

     "Great. So, what do you know of that Labourer?"

     "Not much. Only that he just received his Labour Artifact and passed through this place. The reason for the Curse you are after is mostly thanks to him and the reason why I am driving people insane, other than me being the Mad God, is to control them. Once these people die, they will turn into Undead and cause damage we don't understand so here I am saving the day and doing what you Heroes should do. Please don't mind the competition, Nephew."

     Jon and the rest sighed.

     To sum up the rambling of Sheogorath, he is making people insane to halt the Curse. This Curse is caused by a mysterious Labourer on the other Daedric faction.

     "Couldn't you just find that out from the start?" Mirren said holding his dizzy head.

     "Believe me, when it comes to Uncle Sheo, it is wise to take the extra mile and make him talk his heart out, else you will find yourself going on a literal Fool's Errand to hunt some Butterflies in a Basilisk's nest." Jon replied.

     "You know me to a frightening degree, Nephew."

     "I am afraid you think highly of me, Uncle. Is there any more information about that Labourer?"

     "Sadly, nothing. He was very well done hidden from us by someone but I personally think it won't be long till they reveal that Labourer. You can as well start helping us, can't you? Azura was pleased with you during the last party, she drank a lot to the point where Boethiah had to carry her back to her realm."

     "Daedric Princes… drunk?"

     "You don't believe me?"

     "I don't."

     "Fine, I'll invite you to the next party and you will see for yourself."

     "I'll hold you to that word."

     Jon smiled at sheogorath and the latter returned the same foxy smile.

     "But now. It is time I hold you to your word, Nephew. My turn in your 'Truth and Dare'." Sheogorath said.

     "Hehe. You are going to Dare me after all, Uncle?" Jon was amused.

     "Haha! Come on, I am not going to lose my Nephew for a mere question." Sheogorath said and smiled wider, "One of your friends can take your place in this, right?"

     "That was not a rule."

     "Neither was not accepting to be Dared. You owe me answers now."

     To Jon's trick, Sheogorath forced his own rule into this. Jon wasn't pleased but it seemed that Sheogorath was insisting.

     "Jon, it's okay." Isha said as she played defensive.

     "..." Jon didn't reply and kept staring at Sheogorath.

     "What say you, Nephew?" Sheogorath said with his lunatic smile growing wider.

     Jon tilted his head looking at Sheogorath then he smiled calmly.

     "You are not interested in any of those friends behind me, don't you? You are after someone else." Jon said.

     Sheogorath became more amused.

     "As I said, you know me too damn well."

     "And you are wondering why." Jon stepped forward not fearing Sheogorath, "You just don't understand how I understand you well so you want to know how I shield my mind from your effect. Am I right?"

     It now seemed to the others that Sheogorath and Jon were playing on a whole new Arena.

     "You want to know, right?" Jon asked.

     "If there is no harm." Sheogorath replied.

     "What if there is harm?"

     "What if?"

     "I see. What do you know?"

     "Not much other than what the others know. It hurts to be family and know little about each other"

     "Fine, you will meet him." Jon said as he called [Greed] out of the Cube.

     Sheogorath narrowed his eyes as he followed Jon's actions carefully.

     Jon then called.

     "Shadow, someone wants to meet you."

     ***

     *Sometime later*

     Jon, Isha, Mirren and Miranda took the road to the south towards the Thalmor camp.

     "Let's brief it fast, we are looking for a Labourer who is very dangerous and can be anywhere. We can't trace him by one cursed patient so we need a lot of specimens to try all the methods we know. Our best bet is sadly in a Thalmor camp." Jon said as he grumbled.

     The others followed him in silence while looking at each other.

     "Jon… do you want to talk about what just happened?" Mirren asked.

     "... We better not." Jon replied.

     "Are you sure… that thing… it wasn't normal." Even Miranda spoke in a worried tone.

     "It is nothing… really! You don't need to worry about Sheogorath going after us." Jon said.

     "What about that thing that… appeared?"

     A few minutes ago, those three witnessed something mortals can't withstand easily. Shadow spoke to Sheogorath in a language that made them shiver before both Sheogorath and Shadow disappearing somewhere together and Jon recovering [Greed].

     Jon saw the worry on his friends' faces and sighed.

     "Listen. I truly didn't want you to witness that. What you just heard was from a Higher Tonal Aptitude. Mortals of your level can't possibly comprehend it and as a person who experienced the Tower, I know better." Jon said trying to calm them down.

     When higher existences meet, they don't just converse in the level of mortals. That would be like a first grader attending a Quantum Physics class. Even Jon was overwhelmed with the high level of thoughts.

     He just couldn't put his hand on how Sheogorath figured out Shadow's existence but Shadow seemed okay with it.

     "It is just impossible to unthink of all that." Miranda said.

     When someone hears words they know but in a manner they don't get, they are normally confused. Take that to the level of Deities and compare to the level of mere Mortals, it gets really hard to unthink it.

     Those who are powerful enough to withstand such an encounter will see through some mysteries of the mysteries of Royalty but those who don't may get traumatized.

     "Listen, I'll explain things to you later as your training goes to the level of establishing the foundations of a Peak Physical Body. Once you start forming a Spirit Spark like me, you will be strong enough. Right now you may get traumatized and later would cause your ascendance in the CHIM to be affected negatively." Jon said.

     "What on Nirn are you rambling about?" Mirren asked.

     "What does the CHIM has to do with this?" Isha asked.

     "Ascending the Tower of CHIM is my ultimate goal. Guiding my family through the CHIM with me is also part of that goal. You guys are a family to me and I am not leaving you behind." Jon said.

     "But… we never really thought of climbing the Tower of CHIM." Miranda said.

     "Sorry to drop the bomb on you but that's something you get as a part of the Dare Package." Jon said as he stopped walking and looked back at his team, "I know it is overwhelming to drag you into this. If you don't want to do something, I am not pushing you to it. I just want you to have my back as long as we are in this. Something is telling me that my 7th Labour is around the corner soon."

     "..."

     "..."

     "... Fuck it. Just tell us what to do?" Mirren sighed and said so.

     "Right now, I want you to forget what you just saw. Any further thinking about it will cause you to get more confused. I will explain it all once the time comes." Jon said.

     "Fine." Mirren said.

     "I'm good." Isha said.

     Miranda nodded.

     "Fine. Now to the matter at hand. There is a Thalmor Camp we are about to walk in. Any method to walk in there without killing every High Elf we see?" Jon asked.

     "Offended but yes." Mirren said, "There is a Moon-Bishop leading the first aid operation from our Star Haven Temple. Her name is Zara and she is an Ohmes-Raht."

     "Oh! Never seen one before."

     Ohmes-Raht are a Khajiit Furstock that resembles humans and elves the most. They walk on their heels and have tails and light fur, they also paint their faces to appear more Khajiiti.

     "So we have a contact in. How do we enter?" Isha asked.

     "We can disguise as Adepts." Mirren said.

     "Not enough." Miranda refuted.

     "Actually it is." Jon said as he took out his stock of Transformation Potions.

     "Ladies, time to let your inner Fluff out."

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     454 Chasing the Curse

      It has been a week since the appearance of the mysterious disease on the eastern border area with Cyrodiil from and things were looking bleak in the First Response Camp that was established by the Federal Thalmor Authority.

     Even if it was called the Thalmor Camp, it was actually the place where every authority has gathered its best first responders to contain the disease. The Royal Family of Anequina, the Moon Priesthood and the Thalmor.

     The Thalmor's name may be associated with every evil there is outside the Aldmeri Dominion Territory but inside it, they are not that bad to their citizens. Surely the High Elves have a thing for looking down on other races and they treat both the Khajiit and the Wood Elves terribly but it is still a far cry compared to the other races.

     That's why the treatment of the High Elves, Wood Elves and Khajiit in the First Response Camp was clearly much better than the treatment other races took. For example, those three races were housed in tents and under sheds while other races were thrown outside scattered across the camp under heavy surveillance. To make things worse, the Orcs were put in cages to keep them from acting violently.

     This was all done by the order of the Thalmor Justiciar supervising the campsite, Lady Wendlain.

     On the other hand, some of the Moon Priests were upset about the unfair treatment and the practices of Lady Wendlain as she dissected many living and dead for the sake of finding out the nature of the disease.

     For that reason and many others, an argument broke out between Moon Bishop Zara and Justiciar Wendlain about how to contain the situation.

     "It comes without a warning. We are not aware of the reasons behind the infection as there is no notable anomaly in any inner organs. The lungs, the heart, the liver… they all work perfectly until the disease strikes then everything starts to fail. On the outside, Necrosis starts to happen after a number of days especially without movement. What is more interesting is the ones who develop mental issues, they are resisting the disease more than the ones who are sane. I am not sure if psychology has anything to do with it but this disease is clearly not normal. That is why we need more subjects for our studies." Justiciar Wendlain said.

     "Absolutely not. Zara can be tolerant if your so-called subjects are the deceased ones but the living need treatment, not research." Moon Bishop Zara replied.

     "I am sorry, Moon Bishop, but I wasn't asking for your consent on this. The Thalmor have full authority to operate in this camp and we expect your cooperation and assistance. This disease is a threat and we will take the extra mile to find out what is the reason behind it even if we had to get our hands dirty."

     "How dare you, Justiciar? Is that a threat?"

     "Did anyone just say 'Dare'?" A concerned red-furred Khajiit butted in the conversation but was pulled away by his colleagues.

     "Moon Bishop, this campsite is under my supervision and I run things around here. Hindering me is hindering a Formal Thalmor Investigation because that's what it is. If you don't want to receive a Thalmor Court Notice and be removed from my campsite by force then I suggest you do cooperate."

     The argument ended as Lady Wendlain stormed her way in the care facility Moon Bishop Zara was working on and arrested a few foreigners.

     Moon Bishop Zara and her helpers were pushed outside from the place as the Thalmor took over.

     Frustrated, Moon Bishop Zara kept walking back and forth while sending the Adepts and the Moon Priests around her on various errands. It was then when she was approached by some Adepts who seemed out of place.

     "Those Thalmor are brutal. No wonder they are being hunted by the Nords in Skyrim." The Khajiit from a while ago said.

     The Moon Bishop looked at the large Khajiit not knowing what to do or say. She just wanted to vent her anger on something so she just kept going back and forth as she replied.

     "They don't listen. Those people are being tortured and the Justiciars only want to gain personal glory by harvesting people's organs for research. This is infuriating! Zara cannot accept this any longer." She said as she was biting on her claws.

     Despite being an Ohmes-Raht, Zara was the right mix between a Khajiit and a human having both the right amount of fur and cat-human features. She had green eyes, white body fur with dark fur over her face, hands, feet, and tail.

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     "Should we blast those Thalmor away, Moon Bishop?" The Adept asked again.

     "Heh heh!" Zara laughed in self-mockery and looked at the Adept, "Thank you, Adept, but let's not get ourselves into trouble. We are here to solve problems, not start ones."

     Zara said as she looked over to her helps only to find them too busy to task them with anything more. She sighed then looked at the Adepts she doesn't know about.

     "Adepts, which temple are you from?" She asked.

     "Star Haven."

     "Oh, Zara doesn't know you. Are you perhaps Outer Adepts?"

     "Indeed."

     "But all Outer Adepts were to help out in Rimmen. What brings you here?"

     "Excuse us, Moon Bishop, but the situation in Rimmen is stable without any hitch. As the number one Outer Adept, this one was sent here to see if someone needs any help." Jonya said.

     "Oh! Zara understands. We have a lot of tasks on hand, you and your friends are really welcome to help as long as you know what are you doing?"

     "Yes, Moon Bishop. We will be of help."

     "Zara is pleased. Please, go help with the back area and transfer more patients to the vacant places left by the ones the Thalmor took. Something tells Zara they won't be needing it anymore." She said as the last part was in a more depressed tone.

     "Yes…" Adept Jonya said but he didn't move.

     Zara looked at him questioning if he still has something to say.

     "Moon Bishop, excuse Jonya for saying this but are you sure about the disease we are facing here?" Jonya asked.

     "What do you mean?"

     "This disease… can't it be a Curse or something?"

     "A Curse? By the Moons! No, it can't be such a scary thing… those superstitious thoughts are by no means logical. Also, curses can't go viral." Zara dismissed Jonya's suggestion.

     Jonya narrowed his eyes and scratched his furry chin.

     "Is that so? Jonya can swear that his Blessed Amulet reacted when he came near a very ill man." Jonya said slyly acting all sad.

     He looked with half an eye at Zara who reacted with a surprised face to Jonya's claims.

     "Blessed Amulet? You have such a thing on you? Did it really react?" Zara asked with a serious face.

     "Eh! No, it is nothing. Jonya is sorry. I will go to my task…"

     "Wait here! Show me that Blessed Amulet and the reaction it made." Zara commanded.

     "M- Moon Bishop, don't talk loudly, please. This… it may cause me trouble." Jonya said acting all careful and afraid.

     "Hm? What is wrong?" Zara asked.

     "It is just… if those Thalmor saw my Amulet, they will arrest me." Jonya said with a fearful face.

     "Oh! Is that so? Fine, follow me." Zara said leading Jonya and the other three female adepts following him to a rural area in the camp.

     The area had some ill people who seemed to be in an advanced state of the curse and mostly unconscious. Jon could finally feel the power of the curse in such a hazardous area.

     "Show me your Blessed Amulet, Adept." Zara said.

     "Yes."

     Jonya recovered an Amulet from his pocket and showed it to Zara. As soon as she saw it, her eyes widened and she pushed Jonya's hand to his pocket.

     "What is this? You can't show that around!"

     Zara freaked out. After all, it was 'that' amulet. The [Greater Amulet of Talos] that was passed down to Jonya, or rather Jon, by Hilda.

     "How do you have that? Do you want the Thalmor to execute you?" Zara said in a scolding tone.

     "This one is sorry, Moon Bishop. Jonya may not look like it but Jonya is a collector. Jonya has many Divine Amulets and some Artifacts but this one is really valuable as it is the first in my collection." Jonya said.

     It was true. The first valuable thing Jon ever possessed was this Blessed Amulet and the ring Nurina gave to him.

     More to that, Zara could tell how powerful the Amulet was from just a glance.

     "Fine, show Zara the reaction then hide that Amulet away."

     Jon nodded and took out the Amulet near a patient. As divine artifacts, Blessed Amulet would react to the evil energy as a warning sign for its holder.

     And it did react. The Amulet of Talos started vibrating left and right in Jon's hands.

     "Moons! This is… this really a Curse… How could I not tell?" Moon Bishop Zara was dumbfounded as she learned the truth.

     The reason why a holy woman like Moon Bishop Zara couldn't detect a curse was how faint it was and its disguise like a disease. Also, Zara seemed to not be carrying a Blessed Amulet on her. The reason was obviously the value of these items. The Amulets of the Moon were kept in the vaults of the temple for safety and only taken out when needed.

     "We must report this!" Moon Bishop Zara said, "If Zara tells this to Justiciar Wendlain, she will surely stop the unnecessary killing. Of course, Zara won't say anything about your Amulet, Adept Jonya. Good work!."

     Moon Bishop Zara started running back towards the camp leaving Jon and the other three behind.

     "Won't you stop here?" Said a grey Cathay who was actually Isha.

     "Why would I? I can see this going totally wrong from a mile away. Also, she will have no choice but to turn to us once she is rejected." Jon said.

     "You are merciless, man. Why involve this Moon Bishop girl with us from the start?" Asked a tabby Suthay who was actually Mirren.

     "She can do a ritual I can't do." Jon said.

     "Fine, let's follow her just in case things go wrong." Mirren said and Isha followed him.

     Jon watched them go and looked at the fourth person in their group. It was Miranda who was disguised as a tri-colored Khajiit.

     Jon approached her and raised her chin with a finger.

     "Girl, purr for me one more time."

     "Purrrrr."

     "Hehehe! We are definitely doing it tonight."

     ***

     Just as Jon said, Zara was turned down and mocked by the Thalmor very badly.

     Disheartened, she walked away with a depressed face around the camp.

     "Moon Bishop, how did it go?" Jonya asked as he ran to Zara.

     Zara put on a faint smile and looked at Jonya.

     "Zara apologizes, Adept Jonya… Justiciar Wendlain accused me of trying to seek personal gain and… she pushed me off the operation." Zara said.

     "Oh! How unfortunate! This is really not good." Jonya made up a grim face.

     "Sorry to disappoint you."

     "It is not your fault, Moon Bishop. An honest person like you would never seek personal gains like those blood-sucking Thalmor. They are worse than goblins." Jonya said.

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     "It's okay. Zara will inform the temple and we will send Adepts to investigate. You can rest assured." Zara said.

     "Moon Bishop, Jonya thinks he can prove to be of more help." Jonya said.

     "... Speak."

     "Me and my team are skilled in fights and can survive anything but we lack guidance. Perhaps Moon Bishop Zara can help us help the people around here."

     "What is in your mind?"

     "If we tracked down the one who cast the Curse, we can destroy the Curse's medium. The only problem is… he can be anyone and anywhere."

     "... How can I help you then?"

     "Jonya has once read about that ritual, it is called the [Eyes of the Moon Beast]." Jonya said in a low tone.

     Moon Bishop Zara froze in her place.

     "This… this is really not good, Adept Jonya. This Ritual is not allowed to be used. It involves establishing a connection to the Moon Beast."

     "Yes, Jonya knows as much. Thankfully, the Star Haven Temple puts the Warning before the Spell. Jonya knows someone who would just fall in love with this method instantly."

     "Involving the Moon Beast is a Heterodox method, it is not acceptable." Moon Bishop Zara refused bluntly.

     The Moon Beast she spoke of was a god in the Khajiiti Pantheon known as Lorkhaj, the one Elves call Lorkhan and Humans call Shor or Shezarr.

     "Moon Bishop, let me remind you again how the Moon Beast was once held in reverence and later in contempt by the Moon Temples. You know exactly that the reasons behind the discrimination are political and mostly to suck up to the Aldmeri Dominion and the Thalmor." Jonya said.

     His argument was sound, even Moon Bishop Zara was having a hard time weighing the gains and losses. Yet the more she looks at it, the more she saw that there is no losses as long as the Thalmor do not find out about the ritual.

     "But that still means we are going after that person who caused all this by ourselves." Zara said.

     "And Jonya told you we are good." Jonya assured her.

     Zara sighed and nodded.

     "The Eyes of the Moon Beast, a ritual that needs to be held at night to draw power from the Jode and Jone then direct them to search for anything that can be seen by the moon. Zara never tried this Ritual before but knows what to do." Zara said.

     "Tell me what you need." Jonya said.

     "First, we need Moon Dew drops and Moon Sugar so Zara can prepare mentally. Zara has Moon Sugar but the Moon Dew is a rare…"

     "Here you go." Jonya passed a bottle of Moon Dew liquor to her.

     "How do you have that?"

     "It was in a Thalmor tent, that big one that belongs to the Justiciar. Somehow, this bottle slipped by itself into Jonya's pocket. Weird, right?"

     "... Looks like you are blessed by Rajhin."

     [A/n: Rajhin = Khajiit Thief deity.]

     "Everyday and twice at weekends."

     "This is good, the campsite here has sufficient Curse Magicka. We will contact the moons here and move on to the next half of the Ritual outside the camp."

     "Sounds like a plan. Is there anything more I should prepare?" Jonya asked.

     "Something to trap the Moon Energy."

     "Meteoric Glass, check."

     "A high-grade purification substance."

     "Crystal Tears, check."

     "Someone with good control over Magicka."

     "Me, check."

     "Let's save those people, Adepts."

     Five Khajiits, except they are actually 1 Khajiiti + 1 Nord + 1 Redguard + 2 Altmer, set out on a noble quest to save the cursed refugees.

     And the last half of the 7th Labour has officially begun.

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     455 Troll Head

      A/n: A Double Chapter, y'all! Daily + 5K votes Extra.

     Also, here is some ranting…

     I've spent most of the weekend dusting off my knowledge about video editing which is from the Era of Windows Movie Maker (That's before the Dawn Era).

     I wanted to upload this novel on YouTube as a sort of… TubeNovel or whatever. Then after all the work, I get to know that YouTube won't monetize videos with Slideshows or TTS which is kinda… you know… what I did.

     Infuriating! I uploaded the video of chapter 1 anyway. https://youtu.be/_Bm2RoN_BnY

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     (Part 1)

     An hour earlier, Moon Bishop Zara started a ritual inside the first response camp to connect herself to the Moons and find the trail of the Curse's Magicka. After doing so, she had to start working on the [Eye of Moon Beast] Ritual.

     It was very simple, a connection with Jode and Jone (the moons Masser and Secunda) must be established then one must trap a sufficient amount of Moonlight Energy. A sort of clairvoyance divination method can be used to visualize where it leads.

     A simple ritual but weighed a lot on Zara's mind. The existence of the Moon Beast was something that is feared by all the Moon Priests. She was born in the age of discriminating against the reverence of the Moon Beast even though it was common knowledge in the Temple that the discrimination is rather political. Still, some lines were a bit hard to cross.

     In the end, she stood in front of Jonya showing him the spell she combined to trace the Magicka of the Curse.

     "Excellent." Jonya replied with a wide smile and handed her some items.

     "Those are…?"

     "The Meteoric Glass and a Purification Solvent known as the Crystal Tears."

     Jonya forked out some of his best items. The raw Meteoric Glass he harvested from the Abyss was very precious and equaled a fortune in Tamriel. Also, the [Crystal Tears] was a solvent made of the [Lorkhan's Tears] provided by Master Alchemist Nurelion and [Kyne's Tears] harvested from Coldharbour which is one of the most dangerous realms in Oblivion.

     Putting a price on those items will be kinda astronomical.

     Zara looked between Jonya and the Top-grade items he prepared trying to keep as calm as she could.

     "Did you rob the temple?"

     "The Temple is that rich?"

     "Then was it the Royal Family?"

     "Nope, they had nothing that can attract Jonya's interest."

     "Oh! I see…"

     Seemingly logic was hard to work with Jonya, Zara decided to act now and ask questions later. She took five fist-sized pieces of the Meteoric glass and arranged them around.

     "Why five?" Jonya asked.

     "There are five of us so we need five eyes." Zara said.

     Jon put a few more in front of her.

     "Just in case." He said.

     To him, there was still Nefertiti, Jax and Wrath on his team. Zara couldn't help but nod and proceed to work.

     She was to purify the Meteoric Glass and reshape it into small flasks using Alteration Magic. A [Reshaping] spell was one of the high leveled spells in the Alteration School, the second least school Jon was proficient in.

     As the Meteoric Glass was shaped into small flasks, Zara started filling them with the Crystal Tears and sealed them well. With that, she used [Telekinesis] to lift the ten or so flask up in the air and faced the two moons in the night sky then she started singing.

     It was a chant of weird words that seemed incoherence at first but after using the [Eye of Magicka], Jon started to see the motion of the Moonlight Energy flowing in the flasks Zara made.

     This singing was close to the druidic chants Alina uses to talk to animals and soothe wild horses. Jon smiled as he remembered his wife back home.

     "Zara is done." Zara said as she took down the flasks and handed them to Jon.

     "Oh! Jonya is impressed, these flasks look pretty."

     Just like he said, the [Eye of the Moon Beast] flasks were like pearls of crystal with the size of a fist each. The Crystal Tears inside them seemed to be holding a large amount of Moonlight Energy as well. Observing closely, Jon judged that his method of trapping energy in Crystals like how he did to activate the Ansei Pyramid was much more efficient than using a chant.

     Still, messing with rituals is inadvisable.

     "What to do next?"

     "Channel your Magicka through them and leave the rest to the Moon Beast."

     Jon did as he was told and something he never expected happened.

     "Wow!"

     Just like a [Clairvoyance] spell, a trail was formed in front of Jon. It was not a hint of images or some highlightings of Magicka but rather a trail made of a colorful Moonlight. It was as if he was stepping on the Bifrost.

     Those who saw the phenomenon were enthralled by its beauty and wonder.

     "There is only one downside to this." Zara said.

     "It doesn't work when the sun is up." Jon figured it out.

     "Indeed."

     "Then let's not waste any time. We will travel on horseback nonstop. This trail leads to the one who cast the Curse. I want all of you to be wary and careful. If sunlight caught us, we will travel towards the last direction we had." Jon said.

     He extended his hand forwards and the Ring Cube brightened, in a second, a few horses appeared in front of them.

     "Horses!" Zara freaked out.

     Jon jumped on his horse Joergen and faced the west.

     "Let's move."

     ***

     Anequina Kingdom, the Northern half of Elsweyr, had a very infamous rocky desert known as The Scar. It is home to various desert predators and stray undead but today, these creatures were pushed a step down in the food chain.

     A single silhouette roamed the desert alone with a spear in hand and an Orb in another. His head's size was uneven with the rest of his body but if one took a closer look, one can see that he was wearing a strange looking bone helm.

     This man was walking through the desert in a straight line without food or water not even interacting with anything yet every living beast that felt the presence of that man ran as far as it could. Even the infamous man-eating desert plants didn't react towards him.

     His clothes were minimal robes as if he wasn't bothered by the desert squall he is walking towards. His indifferent attitude seemed to be backed up by a great deal of power and combat experience.

     As every creature was wary of the man, Men and Elves were not that smart and the same went for Khajiit and Argonians despite their bestial instincts. Those who tried to stop him were stabbed by the spear, those who ran from him were Cursed but the Orb.

     Last night, this man walked by a settlement in The Scar Desert known as the Stitches, some guards tried to stop him for questioning but they were murdered in their place. The guard who survived kept hallucinating about the man calling him Troll-Head.

     Yet once again, Troll-Head was interrupted.

     *Swoosh* *Swoosh* *Swoosh*

     Three arrows targeted his vital spots with absolute accuracy.

     Troll-Head skillfully waved his spear and hit the three arrows like nothing. From afar, he could feel the shooter that barely hid him/herself.

     Troll-Head took one step towards the shooter but the shooter didn't send any arrows towards him. He halted his steps and once he did so, the shooter fired another arrow.

     *Swoosh* *Clink*

     He easily blocked the arrow.

     Now that this happened, Troll-Head could tell that he was getting lured into a trap. But who is idiot enough to do such a boring trick?

     Troll-Head took another step then started running in zig-zag to shake off the arrows that kept coming at him. The lethality and the accuracy of these arrows increased with each one proving that the shooter is much more skilled than what he/she gave off.

     But no matter how skilled they are, a being in the caliber of Troll-Head is unbeatable no matter whatever method used. He increased his speed to unimaginable pace and in a couple of seconds, he was stabbing towards the female Khajiit archer.

     *Clink* *Clink* *Swoosh* *Swoosh* *Swoosh* *Swoosh*

     Still, not sure how or when, the female Khajiit archer changed into a male Khajiit swordsman who parried the spear by his sword and stabbed at Troll-Head's eye by a hidden dagger. Following him from another position, the female archer shot four arrows instantly to the heart, tge legs and the Orb.

     Troll-Head felt bothered by the two and decided to move faster. He moved his head to block Mirren's dagger by armored part of his Troll Skull Helm and waved his spear in an artistic way to block the arrows then retreated away.

     "Wow!"

     Mirren was taken aback by the dangerous spear skill he felt from the man then decided to give chase but Troll-Head ignored him and charged towards the shooter, Miranda.

     Miranda shot an arrow towards Troll-Head and he dodged easily. Still, the one who received the arrow was Mirren. He cast [Reflect] on his sword before hitting the arrow giving it 180-degree turn in momentum and trajectory towards the back of Troll-Head.

     And it hit.

     It was exactly in the middle of Troll-Head's spine. He'll be paralyzed for life from now on.

     Or so they thought.

     Troll-Head stabbed the ground with his spear then took out the arrow with one hand and threw it aside.

     "Fuck!" Mirren couldn't believe himself.

     Troll-Head wasn't happy to be hit, he gave Mirren a glare then turned to Miranda and charged like lightning.

     "Shit! Exchange!" Mirren shouted and exchanged positions with his sister.

     *Clink* *Clink*

     As he appeared in front of Troll-Head, he received two attacks and barely managed to parry them with his sword then retreated further as Miranda let loose a volley of exploding arrows towards Troll-Head.

     Troll-Head evaded the bombardment like a fish in a narrow river and tried to go after Miranda once again but every time he gets closer, Mirren exchanges positions with her and fights him in melee.

     The situation was getting dire for the Altmer twins who fought nimbly and skillfully. They didn't just use swords and arrows but also used many of the scrolls Jon gave them.

     As the situation was about to escalate for the worse, a lightning strike descended down from the sky.

     "We've arrived!"

     **********

     (Part 2)

     Two days have passed since they went out to search for the perpetrator behind the Curse. The tracking process was easy during the first and second nights but the first day caused the group to go in circles. By the second day, the group decided to split in four teams.

     Mirren and Miranda, Isha and Zara, Jon and Jax, Nefertiti and Wrath.

     Safe to say, Zara didn't handle the existence of both Jax and Wrath that well. A Minotaur is always seen as a savage beast while an Undead is only friendly around its master which should always be a necromancer. The story of Wrath being a friendly independent and harmless undead didn't work on someone like Zara.

     Anyway, the four teams spread out to find the one behind the curse and break his Magic Medium at the very least.

     Mirren and Miranda found him first and the two assassins had one hell of a fight against him. He was identified as Troll-Head (which was fairly sufficient to describe him for his Troll Skull Helm) and the other teams were informed.

     Due to the immense strength of Troll-Head, the Altmer twins (disguised as two Khajiit) were in trouble as they confronted him in direct combat. Thankfully, they were not direct fighters and their assassinating style made Troll-Head fight hot on heels.

     "We've arrived!"

     And thankfully, reinforcements were here.

     The first team to arrive was Jon and Jax. Streams of Lighting hurled at Troll-Head from all possible directions giving him multiple burns but he wasn't bothered and turned to the direction where the magic came from.

     Not too far, a Flame Hawk Atronach descended in a frightening speed with a red-furred Khajiit on its back and a Minotaur held in its talons.

     The Khajiit held a staff and had a number of [Eye of the Moon Beast] crystals around his belt.

     "You clearly like it there, Jax."

     "Yes, Boss. I am flying!"

     "... Whatever."

     Jon let the Flame Hawk Atronach to Jax and jumped down beside Mirren and Miranda. Jax kept flying with the Flame Hawk Atronach and commanded it to go directly towards Skull-Head.

     "HAAA! I'll stomp on you."

     *DRUM*

     Once Jax landed, Troll-Head slipped away as Jax's head caused a literal fire blast to occur.

     Despite being a Minotaur Shaman, Jax was an excellent Pyromancer and considered himself to be the first disciple of Jon. His [Hell Stomp] was on bar with an Expert level flame magic.

     Troll-Head landed away from Jon and Jax who seemed more annoying than Miranda and Mirren. Now in a four against one, the odds shifted greatly.

     "Hey, whose Daedra do you Labour for?" Jon asked.

     "..."

     Troll-Head didn't seem to be willing to answer.

     "Alright then, keep your secrets, Sam."

     Jon raised his staff and cast a series of Lighting spells towards Troll-Head. Troll-Head raised his Orb and started shooting spells from it too.

     "How ancient are you to use an Orb directly? Just put it on some twig and call it a staff for the love of heaven."

     Jon tried to taunt Troll-Head to talk but the latter was silent as a rock.

     The Magic Duel lasted for a good while before the two stop. Jon instantly narrowed his eyes.

     "That's some Magical Resistance you have there." He murmured softly.

     "Jon, he has a strange body too. This arrow hit his spine and he just plucked it like a splinter." Mirren said.

     "Magic Resistance and an Odd Physique, that's a supervillain for you." Jon joked about it but in his head, he got as serious as he can get and focused on his opponent scanning every little detail.

     Thin robes, signs of being rugged which may mean this guy has been traveling for a long while or was in some secret training. A very interesting Spear, clearly enchanted but Jon can't tell what enchantment it is from a distance yet it is very well-made. The Orb is interesting, this is surely the thing that should be destroyed for the Curse to break, the thing is that no one uses Orbs for casting spells these days without mounting them on staves, the man is clearly not equipped enough. Speaking of equipped, this man is traveling very light or even too light, he only has the clothes on him, the spear and the Orb… oh, and that Troll Skull Helm. The Skull Helm, clearly made of bone but unimaginably powerful, the power of enchantment on it is very high and surely serves a certain purpose to always be worn in plain daylight like that.

     There was the strange Magic Resistance and the Odd Physique but these two need further investigation. The thing is… there is a life signal which means that the man is alive and not an undead… still, this a very weird life signal.

     There was much to understand before battling such an opponent but there was not much time to think as Troll-Head was attacking.

     Jax took the sky with the Flame Hawk Atronach carrying, Mirren and Miranda completely erased their presences and prepared for a lethal sneak attack while Jon prepared for a fight.

     Troll-Head reduced the distance between him and Jon then stabbed with his spear. Jon used a fast [Blink] to teleport behind the man and waved the Ebony Blade that appeared out of the Cube.

     *Clink*

     The first clash caused sparks to ignite between the two weapons. It was rare to see a weapon stand its ground against the [Ebony Blade] when it is in Jon's hand especially when it is now awakened by 7/10.

     "This spear is seriously good." Jon commented.

     *Swoosh*

     The cloak covering Jon's body moved on its own trying to capture the man but he slipped like a snake. The cloak was of course [Greed].

     Jon threw [Pride] in the air and it floated on its own over Jon's head. It then aimed on its own towards Troll-Head and started casting a strong barrage of spells.

     "FUS RO DAH!"

     Jon even shouted the [Unrelenting Force] and pushed Troll-Head further and further.

     With Jon's almost endless Magicka and dirty play of cutting all the roads around Troll-Head, it turned from a fight to a chase.

     "Dammit! This is really messed up. Sis, contact the others and tell them we are changing locations." Mirren spoke to Miranda.

     She nodded and informed the remaining two teams.

     ***

     Jon and Troll-Head were running while fighting and fighting while running. The chaotic battle was balanced between the two and kept destroying everything in its wake.

     From the sky above, Jax spotted something.

     "Boss, a village up ahead."

     "Warn them!"

     "I am a Minotaur."

     "Then terrorize them!"

     "Yes, Boss."

     From what it seemed, Troll-Head was being chased but indeed he was leading Jon to a place in his mind. Jon tried his best to bind Troll-Head in place but the latter proved to be a tough nut to crack.

     This was indeed a troublesome fight especially when innocents are about to get dragged in the battle. Summoning Atronachs and Daedra proved to be useless as Troll-Head ripped through them like nothing.

     A few seconds later, a village appeared down the valley. It was a large settlement with a temple and a large oasis, as Jax was flying above it, they tried to fight him rather than running.

     "Dammit. Mirren, Miranda. Teleport over there and lead the people away, they will trust you." He may have spoken to nothingness but he was sure that the two heard him.

     It was a minute later when Troll-Head ran into the town. Thanks to the Altmer twins, the villagers were already running towards the oasis.

     Jon felt a bit relieved and released one powerful spell after the other. Troll-Head didn't stop and also matched Jon's power with his magic.

     But soon after, Troll-Heads true aim was revealed. He was heading towards the village's temples or rather… its cemetery.

     Once he stepped near the holy ground, he stopped and turned to Jon.

     "Awaken!"

     For the first time, Troll-Head spoke.

     Regardless of his annoying hoarse voice, he just said awaken but cast no spells. Rather, the Troll Skull Helm he was wearing shone brightly.

     And the land beneath him moved, and so did the dead turning into undead.

     "No! The honored ancestors! The heroes!" An elderly Khajiit came out from the temple shouting and screaming.

     "Hurry up and hide, old man." Jon shouted.

     "No! You've got to stop him! The Ancestors!"

     "I know dammit!"

     Troll-Head's power soared up dramatically as he had undead around him. Rather than keeping them with energy, he was drawing energy from them.

     But this was completely wrong! He was alive but only Liches can do such a thing. Only the undead can survive on another undead but this was also a very rare thing to see. The most common example was the Draugrs and the Dragon Priests in Skyrim, those ancient priests use their follower draugrs entombed with them to supply energy but… this Troll-Head was…

     Jon became utterly confused.

     It was the same thing as a Dragon Priest but the skill is mostly that of a Lich.

     "Wait! The Troll Skull! It can't be…"

     Jon instantly realized something but the situation changed all of a sudden.

     "Hooman, we are here."

     "Massstaaar!"

     Nefertiti and Wrath appeared in an instant.

     Seeing a large Senche-like cat and a Bone Colossus appearing, both the elderly Khajiit and Troll-head were taken aback for a second.

     "Nefertiti, take the man away. Wrath, do your thing."

     Nefertiti turned into a blur and took the old Khajiit away while Jax landed behind Troll-Head and the Altmer twin emerged from both sides.

     Wrath took a step forward and…

     *HOWL!*

     Wrath screamed [Howl of Death] unleashing its effect at the dead around Troll-Head.

     Troll-Head had a strange feeling as his control over the undead was interrupted right away.

     The Dead that he raised just now were under Wrath's control. They moved to the places they were risen from and collapsed into dust.

     "So, not only are you a Labourer but a member of the Worm Cult. This Troll Skull Helm, I know what it is. If my guess is correct, the last time it appeared was in Cyrodiil 200 years ago but it was later sealed by the Mages Guild somewhere to the South. I assume it was in Black Marsh and you were sent to recover it as a part of your Labours." Jon spoke.

     "..." Troll-Head didn't reply.

     "I guess I am correct then. Of all things, the [Bloodworm Helm]!"

     To those words, Troll-Head was no longer calm. His spear was thrust towards Jon and his orb lit up with Magic trying to overtake Wrath.

     "Idiot. Wrath is a part of me!" Jon deflected Troll-Head's attack and kicked him away.

     The two engaged in another fast based combat but this time, things were going by Jon's terms.

     Jax harassed Troll-Head from above, Miranda took every opportunity to launch an arrow towards his eyes. Mirren would attack from any random place then return to hiding, Wrath aimed his hand forwards and fired bone segments from his fingers with the power to knock down stone walls.

     Troll-Head retreated towards the oasis while trying to minimize his injuries as much as he could. Nefertiti rushed towards the villagers who were fleeing the town and carried anyone left behind.

     "We've arrived." Finally, Zara and Isha came racing on their horses.

     Zara jumped off her horse and put both her palms on the ground. The sand under Troll-Head moved and his feet were trapped then more sand came up and wrapped the man.

     "This… Alteration… Dayum!" Jon with strange eyes at Zara who just showed up and ended the situation.

     The situation was wrapped up just like that. Well, if a beautiful girl came at the end when everyone is tired and took the credit… it is still more acceptable than a dude.

     "Thanks for the assist." Jon said.

     "You welcome but hurry, break the curse." Zara was more concerned about the curse than glory.

     Isha walked towards Troll-Head with her spear up. The man was entombed standing but his Spear and Orb were still visible.

     Once the Orb is broken…

     "Wha…"

     Yet all of a sudden, Isha froze.

     Everyone looked towards her, Mirren and Jon sped up to her but they were the first to hear what followed.

     "Impossible! How do you have that?" She said with eyes fixed on the spear in the hand of Troll-Head.

     "Answer me!" She then shouted.

     "Wait! Isha, he is not the talkative type…" Jon said so but soon he was baffled.

     "Sis…ter." Troll-Head said.

     As if everything stopped functioning, Jon and Mirren paused with their heads rebooting all of a sudden.

     "... Zain?" Isha couldn't believe what she just heard.

     The voice may be hoarse but the accent and the tone belonged to that man… to Zain.

     "I see… you do not… have the spear." He said.

     Hearing those words, Isha and the rest were baffled but the only one whose head was functioning at high speed was Jon. He noticed a small tension in Zain's thumb in the hand holding the spear.

     "Shit!"

     Jon moved in an instant pulling Isha from the nape of her clothes while waving the [Ebony Blade] by the other hand towards the Orb.

     It all happened in a second. Zain stabbed towards Isha's heart, she was pulled back, Jon counter attacked towards the Orb and to clashes sounded.

     *Crack* *Clink*

     One is the [Ebony Blade] breaking the Orb and the other is the Spear grazing Jon through a gap under the [Ebony Mail].

     The spear was pulled back with a millimeter worth of blood on its tip and the blade broke the orb to the half. The sand binding around Zain was broken and Isha was thrown to Mirren.

     "Wait! Stop it!" Jon shouted to Zain who was retreating as fast as he could.

     The Orb in Zain's hand was growing so fast, it probably was in the middle of casting some spell while the Magicka was interrupted causing a deviation to happen.

     If more Magicka was supplied, a Magicka explosion will happen and it won't look good.

     Still, Zain seemed to be aware.

     His target was self-destruction… no, he was throwing the Orb towards Jon.

     "Son of a…"

     Jon warped the Orb by his Magicka and jumped in the middle of the Oasis.

     The orb heat rose up and the glow intensified. Jon opened his eyes underwater and tried to contain it but to no avail.

     The blast was imminent.

     But what happened next was something more absurd.

     Magicka tends to attract other Magicka and nearest items of Dense Magicka around Jon were the [Eye of the Moon Beast] crystal flasks in the belt around his waist and there was a bunch of them.

     The rose up near Jon started absorbing Magicka from both Jon's Soul and the Orb. His Astral Energy was impacted by the sudden drain and he was not understanding which turn it would take.

     This was a Magicka Anomaly, something Chaotic and uncharted.

     Suddenly and without introductions, it went out of control.

     "Fuck!" *underwater*

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      A day ago, a peaceful village on the edge of The Scar Desert was in chaos because of a fight between some experts that dragged to the place. A man took upon himself to jump in the oasis with a dangerous item that exploded with him creating a large water splash. This man was recovered later by his party but he was in a strange shape.

     No one could explain how but the poor Khajiit seemed to have lost a lot of fur to the point where he looked like a human.

     Anyway, he was carried to recover in the Temple as it seemed a Moon Bishop was accompanying the party.

     The man in question is naturally Jon and since he took the exploding Orb to the bottom of the lake, strange things happened to him.

     First, he was recovered by Mirren and Miranda but his disguise seemed to be exhausted and his face was green. As they stripped him from his armor, they noticed a small wound on his shoulder with a terrifying poison spreading through it.

     Jon was barely conscious due to that poison, Nefertiti also showed the same symptoms as him. Knowing about his connection with her, they realized that Jon's injury was more than just physical.

     After the mess was over, Isha remained trying to put herself together and Zara helped with Jon but kept demanding answers no one was having the mental capacity to answer.

     In the end, the villagers acknowledged Jon and his party as their benefactor but still suspected him of dragging trouble towards them.

     Jon woke up the next day with a terrible headache and a fevered head. He saw a ceiling he couldn't recognize but his head was still spinning.

     "How did I get this drunk?"

     "Aside from fishing you out of an oasis, you didn't do much drinking."

     Jon looked beside him to see Mirren.

     "What happened?"

     "Nothing much. You took an exploding orb for us, the village is safe and Zain has escaped." As Mirren said so, Jon's memory was refreshed in an instant.

     "Shit! What happened to Isha? Is she… *groan*" Jon tried to get up but a sudden pain assaulted him.

     "Aaaand you are poisoned… badly."

     Jon held his burning shoulder with a twisted face.

     "What poison?"

     "Green Cobra Poison." Mirren said.

     Jon swallowed his salivary.

     "How the fuck am I still alive?" Jon asked.

     "Isha saved you. Surprisingly, she had the right antidote on her."

     Jon looked at Mirren doubtfully, after all, what are the chances.

     "It is something about her family using this poison as a signature. Her brother's spear is Enchanted with that Poison."

     "Damn! This was close… how is she?" Jon asked.

     Mirren sighed.

     "She is okay. At least she didn't go into a trauma like last time but I can't say she is fine."

     As he said so, the door to the room they are in opened and Zara walked in carrying a tray.

     "Oh, you lived. Finally, Zara will get to hear an explanation."

     "... Moon Bishop!" Jon and Mirren froze but Zara laughed it off.

     "Miranda has already explained it. No need to be tense. Here, Zara made some herbal soup." She put the tray in front of Jon and looked around.

     Jon thanked her and fixed himself up. He felt something strange with his lower half. He was about to pull the cover on him but Mirren held his hand.

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     "Let's not look down there now."

     "Why?"

     "Let's just not do it." Mirren said.

     Jon looked at him doubtfully but he pulled the cover from the other side.

     "What the…"

     Jon's upper half was a human but the lower half seemed to be still a Khajiit. He looked to his legs then to Mirren several times demanding an explanation.

     "Zara thinks that the poison has interfered with whatever concoction you use to transform and had some side effects inside you." Zara said.

     "No. This can't be… the Transformation Potion was made with the best materials by the hands of a Master Alchemist. There is no way it conflicts with anything." Jon denied it.

     He was poisoned many times and used several potions under the effect of the Transformation Potion but nothing happened like this before.

     "Then Zara can't explain it. You must search through yourself and figure out what happened." She says and left the room.

     Jon was bewildered as he looked at his legs.

     "Mirren, can you help me up?" He said while stretching his hand to Mirren so the latter can pull him.

     "Eh! Jon… your arm!" Mirren stepped back.

     Jon looked at his arm and his jaw dropped down. His right arm alone was turning to an Argonian form.

     "Okay! This is fucked up…"

     Jon held his chin but he felt it is a bit wider than usual. He felt it again and again discovering two big fangs coming out from his lower jaw.

     "And an Orc chin. Perfect!"

     Even the [Transformation Potion] wasn't this powerful to transform some parts of the body on its own.

     "Mirren, leave me alone for some time."

     "You got it." Mirren walked out of the room running.

     Jon let out a deep sigh and took out a small Light Screen from the Cube.

     "System, show me everything."

     --------------------

     ••• Status •••

     • Name: Jon Dare

     • Race: Human (Nord)

     • Age: 19

     • Level: Early Fire Dragon Heart stage

     • HP: 4235

     • MP: 4429

     • Condition: Negative

     - Poison

     - Chaotic Metamorphosis

     -------------------

     ••• Magic •••

     • Mysticism: [Master]

     • Destruction: [Expert]

     • Conjuration: [Expert]

     • Restoration: [Adept]

     • Alteration: [Adept]

     • Illusion: [Adept]

     • Battle Spirit: [Advanced]

     • Thu'um: [65 Words]

     --------------------

     ••• Powers •••

     [Nord]

     - Battle Cry (Active)

     - 50% Frost Resistance

     [Firemane]

     - Fireborn: 50% Fire Resistance

     - Titanborn: Beast Master

     [Astral Access]

     - Vitality and Magicka Equilibrium

     [Eternal Flesh]

     - Disease Immunity

     [Serpent Stars]

     - Serpent Tyranny: All Constellation Compatibility

     [Ahzidal's Genius]

     - Ahzidal's Enchanting Knowledge

     --------------------

     ••• Blessings •••

     [All-Maker]

     - Root of Power: 2500% Magicka Regeneration (Active)

     [Talos]

     - Fortify Thu'um: 50% Cooldown

     [Kyne]

     - Empower Thu'um

     [Dragon Guardian]

     - Dragon Affinity

     - Ashen Flames (Active)

     [Sheogorath]

     - Mad Champion: 2500% Vitality Regen (Active)

     [Hermaeus Mora]

     - Bardic Knowledge (Active)

     [Azura]

     - Dawn's Beauty: 50% Absorb Magic Attacks (Active)

     [The Shadow Stone]

     - Hide in Shadows

     - Blur

     --------------------

     "It has been nine months and my progress is this slow? Hmmm… let's see the effects… Poisoned and Chaotic Metamorphosis? What's that?"

     "Next time, do the homework before I ask for it."

     "Inhabited? Am I being possessed… like The Conjuring and Annabelle?"

     "What is this crap? System, are you okay?" Jon didn't know whether to laugh or cry but he suddenly paused.

     100% Energy, 100% Matter… a bearing made of energy and matter at the same time, there is only one being that has that weird combination and that is Greed, a Shadow Aether made of a Shadow Anomaly that was hammered with Jon's energy by force till it submitted to him.

     In other words, this entity inhabiting Jon have the same qualities as the Aether.

     But a matched energy signature only means one thing.

     "What kind of absurdity did I create this time?"

     Jon realized that he won't be able to pull out this thing without identifying it. To do so, he needed to meditate and scan himself manually.

     "Sigh! Here we go again."

     ***

     Outside the room where Jon was, several figures gathered under some shed.

     "Moon Bishop, we are sorry once again for keeping our identities a secret from you." Mirren said.

     "It's okay. Zara knows you have good intentions at heart but you must report to your master." Zara dismissed his worries. "More importantly, I have received a notification from the temple that the Disease has magically disappeared but some are still in bad shape so we ought to return and help. As usual, you siblings will stay clear from the Thalmor."

     "About that…" Mirren shrugged lightly, "I think Jon and Isha will take the other direction."

     "You want to follow your friends?"

     "We are obliged to. Isha's brother and Jon's 7th Labour are not things we can put aside."

     "Labour, huh? Just like you and your sister… this is some messy business indeed." Zara sighed and looked at the Altmer twins, "But your greater obligation is with the Temple. You are Core Adept."

     "I understand but we will go either way." Mirren said.

     "Fine, but disobeying the call of duty to the temple won't come cheap." Zara said.

     "Demotion. We're fine." Miranda said.

     "Then Zara wishes you best. You have spent twenty years to reach where you are. Zara hopes your choice is worth it." Zara didn't scold them or anything as she understood their motivation.

     As the three conversed, Isha approached them.

     "I am done with the injured villagers and helped fix the broken houses. Do you guys need anything from me?" She said.

     The other three looked at her with complicated expressions.

     "Isha, are you ok…" Mirren tried to ask about her but she interrupted him.

     "I'm fine. If you don't need help with anything, I'll go check on Jon." She said and left.

     Mirren watched her leave then let out a heavy sigh.

     "She is not acting normally." Miranda remarked.

     "I know."

     "Talk to her."

     "She doesn't want to listen."

     After meeting her brother yesterday, Isha was shocked senseless but that didn't last long. Her shock turned into rage to the point where she kicked a boulder ten meters in the air out of rage. She then kept cursing every Daedric Prince she knows of.

     She believed that her real brother is dead and whoever this imposter is, it tried to stab her with her brother's spear that he must have stolen it from his grave. A blood sin in Isha's book. Her real brother is a kind person and would never try to attack her. Hell, the real Zain was against the idea of her becoming a Martial Artist to begin with.

     This was the most distasteful provocation she ever had and decided to support Jon in his Labour no matter what so she can bring this imposter down.

     However, Mirren and Miranda knew better. Isha was clearly in denial.

     "Let's go after her." Zara stood up and went towards the temple. The two followed her silently.

     In there, Jon was sitting still with his eyes closed and kept meditating. His appearance was shifting between all the forms he changed into before.

     Argonians, Orcs, Wood Elves, Khajiit… Jon abused the Transformation Potion too much during the past year for the sake of taking bandit forms and awakening the [Ebony Blade].

     Isha was standing on the door of his room waiting for him to finish when the others came to her.

     "He is busy training." She said so the others don't disturb him.

     "What is he doing?" Zara asked.

     "Jon has mastered the art of Inner Control. He can detect where the poison is, isolate it and stop it from spreading then force it out. He said he learned that after being bound to a cursed tree for two months."

     "That's brutal!"

     After some time, Jon finally opened his eyes.

     --------------------

     ••• Status •••

     • Name: Jon Dare

     • Race: Human (Nord)

     • Age: 19

     • Level: Early Flame Core, Dragon Heart Realm

     • HP: 4235

     • MP: 4429

     • Condition: Normal

     -------------------

     "Finally! Haha… show yourself, you little bastard."

     His right hand came on top of his left as he started pulling out something from his left palm. The other four standing in the room got their eyes widened as Jon did so.

     A few seconds later, Jon had a strange Crystal Orb in his hands. Jon supplied the Orb with Magicka and its size expanded then it changed its appearance from an Orb to a Sword then from a Sword to a Gem, then a Mirror, then a pair of Glasses, then many things. Jon was completely engrossed in analyzing what he just found.

     It was another kind of Aether, a Crystal Aether. This thing was composed of the Power of Moonlight, the Crystal Tears, the Meteoric Glass, the Magic Anomaly caused by Zain's Orb and Jon's Astral Energy. All these light transparent materials formed an absurd Crystal Aether with a set of strange powers.

     "Jon, what is that?" Miranda asked.

     Jon looked at her then called out [Greed] from the Cube and put it beside the Crystal Aether in a matching form.

     "Something similar." He said.

     Crystal and Shadow were not that much of a pair. One symbolizes purity and the other darkness. Jon retreated [Greed] away and took the Crystal Aether around his hand to keep researching it without looking inappropriate.

     "I am sorry, a strange discovery came out in a bad time." He said and looked at Isha. "How are you holding up?"

     His question was innocent and Isha acted as if she didn't understand it.

     "What are you talking about? about." She said.

     "I mean… this thing with your brother." He said awkwardly.

     "What are you saying? This wasn't Zain. Those accused Daedra won't stop trying to drive me insane but I know better."

     "..." Jon was baffled by her reply and looked at Mirren who was sighing.

     'This is not a good sign.' Jon thought.

     "More importantly, how is your injury? Did you get rid of the poison?" She asked.

     "Yes, look at the injury yourself." Jon turned his shoulder towards her.

     Isha came closer and inspected the poisoned spot to see it clean, Jon also seemed to have returned to his normal appearance.

     She then put her hand on the wound to inspect it but Jon held her hand.

     "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked.

     Isha's face hardened. Her eyes looked hollow for a second then she turned towards Jon.

     "My brother… he is alive… and he tried to kill me first thing he sees me. I… I feel like shit."

     She stopped talking and her head pondered back and forth with a shocked face.

     "I don't know what happened but someone did something. Whoever after that, I will murder them… I will… I will…"

     Isha's feelings intensified but then she saw the look on Jon's and the rest's faces. They were bewildered by the killing intent and the anger she let out.

     She noticed what she said and looked at Jon's hand holding hers, not feeling alright, she pulled her hand away.

     Somehow, all the anger she felt turned into confusion but she knew something…

     *slap*

     And Jon was slapped.

     She then stormed out of the room.

     Mirren blinked a few times before going after her, Miranda was looked at Jon with narrowed eyes and Zara blended with the wall.

     "Okay… I'll be Bastard of the Day."

     Jon willingly admitted it as he looked at the Crystal Aether that was coating his hand.

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     The next day, Jon opened his eyes under the same roof of the temple room, the only difference is… two beauties were snuggling on his left and right.

     Figuring out that one was Miranda is basic but finding out that the other was Zara kept him thinking of what happened yesterday.

     It started with him using the [Truth Inducement] power of the newly acquired sin [Lust] on Isha. After she spoke her heart out then slapped him, Mirren followed her and the two were angry at Jon realizing that he must have done something.

     Miranda, being the sweet girl she is, brought a waterskin that was cooled by Magic to put on Jon's swelling face. Isha's slap, after all, was a slap from someone whose power defied sense.

     This made Jon slightly regret passing down a version of his Magicka Training technique on her and the others. Isha found that training a good method to heal her first trauma and trained day and night for the past few months. Her piled up power and energy have gathered until she managed to gain an Astral Access and passed the first magic gathering stage.

     Being in a level equal to the Dragon Frame stage, Isha's frame establishment stage in the peak of the Ironbone phase, a slap from her can twist normal people's heads.

     [A/n: basically, this where I screwed up. I wanted to imitate the orthodox cultivation realms but I ended up tailoring it for Jon when I stuffed the word dragon between every word making it sound distasteful for the Non-Dragonborn people. What I did here was a little tweak based on the basics which (Magicka Gathering, Frame Establishment, Heart Formation, Oblivion Separation) while keeping the (Dragon Robbing, Dragon Frame, Dragon Heart and Dragon Rising) as Jon's unique method.]

     Jon touched his face and sighed. He recovered fast but he still felt like an asshole for doing that to Isha. He waited for a day to talk to her but ended up drinking with Zara and Miranda all night under two full moons, the hype was strong and the three went at it.

     Truthfully speaking, it was wonderful. Jon can't call himself a furry but Zara squeezed him like nothing he had ever experienced before. He used [Lust] on himself to morph into his Khajiit form and the potion on Miranda for a full-on Khajiit experience.

     Now looking back at the present, he wasn't sure how the Moon Bishop would react when she wakes up so he kept acting asleep.

     A few minutes later, she indeed woke up and caused a fuss. Moon Bishops were allowed to have relationships in the Khajiit Religion and she wasn't a virgin so it wasn't a big deal anyway. On the other hand, Miranda was dissatisfied.

     "Do you prefer the real me or the Khajiit me?" She asked.

     "The Khajiit you is the real you." Jon replied.

     "Oh! I see what you are saying there… twisting my words on me."

     "Well, I like the Altmer you more even if you fluff perfectly as a Khajiit."

     Jon and Miranda stayed lazily in bed cuddling in peace silently. Jon was thinking about what to do from now on.

     Isha is aware that Zain is her brother and Jon's current objective is to stop him by all means. Zain's aim was not known but answers can't be found here anymore. They are either to chase after Zain or to go look for clues in Hammerfell. Chasing him sounded more of a better plan at the moment but Jon is out of clues and Zain can be anywhere.

     No, there was a clue yet Jon didn't want to be more of an asshole.

     It was confusing. He wanted to be done with his Labours but his that he spent over a year with and battled with them back to back were family to him. If he needs to do something from now on, he must keep no more secrets.

     "Sigh!"

     "You are sighing a lot these days." Miranda remarked.

     "It is just… I don't want to talk about it but it seems this is no longer an option." He replied.

     "Not talking should be my thing." She said.

     "Speaking of which, you were very talkative last night."

     Last night as they were drinking, Miranda asked Jon to do whatever he did to Isha to her. Basically, she wanted him to use the [Truth Inducement] function on her.

     Jon soon realized how dumb of a choice it was. Miranda, the very silent girl, turned out to be a very talkative big mouth under the Truth effect. She just kept complaining and talking and laughing. It was fun at first getting to know a part of her he never knew but it wasn't ending. This girl had many years worth of talking to let out.

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      "How about using [Lust] for our next play?" Jon asked.

     "Sounds good to me… wait, you called it [Lust]?"

     "Yes, it may not fit in at the moment but when it grows more, I foresaw a lot of potential." Jon said as he took out [Lust] and [Greed] together.

     The Crystal Aether and the Shadow Aether moved in the shape of two fishes chasing one another in a circle.

     "[Greed] has a very good combat potential, while of the same nature, [Lust] is more of a Magical nature on the Illusion side."

     "Why do you give them such horrible names if they are this good artifacts?"

     "Simple, these things contain parts of my soul and I intend to create seven of them. Each one will define my flaws and feed on it. When all the seven sins are fully matured, I will be able to face my… well, this is a little of a surprise even for myself as I don't know what to expect."

     Jon said then walked out of the bed. He looked back at the naked Altmer looking up to him and exposing herself to seduce him back but he snorted and spanked her butt cheeks.

     "We have things to do."

     ***

     Outside the temple, Jon walked out and paid his respect to the Monks that allowed him to recover in. He was wearing loose long robes and letting his long hair flew behind him, his appearance reflected his mood being light and easygoing.

     His direction where the shed on the small rocky hill overviewing the desert village and the oasis. Up there, he could see Isha resting her head on Mirren's lap.

     "I hope you are feeling better than yesterday." He spoke after he snuck close enough.

     The silent couple closed their eyes realizing this won't end well somehow. Isha was still pissed not particularly at Jon and Mirren was pissed specifically at Jon.

     "Booze or sweets?" Jon asked as he joined the two and sat down.

     "Too early for booze, to bitter for sweets." Mirren scolded.

     "Fluff then, I can offer you to pat Nefertiti for a minute but I'll start charging you additional fees for extra pats." Jon said.

     "You realize we are in Elsweyr?"

     "Humph! I am aware that this is the land of Fluff but it is disappointing to see no therapy cats around. Therapy Cats… now that's a cure for cancer, global warming and racism all in one go!"

     "What do you want, Jon?" Isha finally spoke.

     Jon dipped his hand in his shadow and extracted Nefertiti by force.

     "A peace offering." Jon said as he passed the struggling Nefertiti to Isha.

     "Hooman, leave me out of it!"

     Isha looked between Jon and Nefertiti then she took her from Jon. Nefertiti didn't resist Isha and just let herself be hugged.

     "You feeling better today?" Jon asked.

     "... Not really." Isha replied.

     "I see… I am sorry about yesterday. It was rude of me."

     "Whatever."

     "Okay." Jon nodded and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again, "And now what?"

     Isha stopped patting the cat and looked at Jon for a few seconds before looking away.

     "I have no idea." She said.

     "I see… I am going after him. He is involved in my Labour so… I just wanted to let you know." He said bluntly.

     Isha didn't react or reply.

     "What do you intend to do?" Mirren asked.

     "Not sure. Most of the [Eye of the Moon Beast] Crystals were destroyed when the Orb exploded in the lake but I have one or two still intact and functioning. Last night, pointed to the west." Jon replied.

     "... What's in the west?" Isha asked.

     "The western half of Elsweyr and Valenwood." Mirren replied.

     "First thing I wanted to ask is… are you willing to join me and go after him?" Jon asked Isha.

     She thought for a while before replying.

     "I don't know. What will you do once you find him?" She said.

     "I don't know either. Your brother is strong but badly equipped. What I know about him is that he is a Labourer for a Daedric Prince on the other side. We killed Malacath's and Peryite's Labourers while Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon do not have Labourers. This leaves a Daedra we are not aware of to be sponsoring Zain. From what we saw, Zain's condition is abnormal as he ignored a spinal injury as if it was a bee sting. He is aggressive and his eyes are dull which may mean that he is not in his right mind. Also…"

     "Jon!" Isha interrupted Jon then looked at him right in the eyes, "Don't give me hope. Don't give me hope or I'll hate you once it is shattered on my head all over again."

     The tone she spoke reflected the pain she was in.

     Her blood and flesh brother made an appearance after he was presumed dead for all that time. More to that, he tries to kill Isha on sight… this was a bit hard to endure.

     Jon had to choose his next words rather carefully.

     "I won't give you hope. I'll tell you something that I've been silent about. Something I should have told you from the beginning."

     Isha looked at Jon without expressions. Miranda and Zara were coming under the shed and heard Jon speaking so they kept silent.

     "My Seventh Labour is to follow you, Isha."

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     (Part 2)

     "What the fuck!" Mirren jumped from his place holding Jon from his collar.

     A while ago, Jon dropped a bomb by revealing his Seventh Labour to his group.

     Nine months ago; Mirren, Miranda and Isha finished their Labours in Morrowind while Jon had one more run to go. He was told about it but what he disclosed to his friends was that his Labour will be taking a while to be passed to him.

     The three promised him support which was ironic as it involved Isha, the one who was by Jon's side from the start of the Sixth Labour. Now knowing that Isha is involved whether she liked it or not was felt like they all ate shit.

     Just what is a Labour? A twisted Daedric Quest that anyone marked as its objective is someone with a kill spot on his/her back.

     Whoever hears what Jon said will suspect him of harming Isha. Mirren turned violent, Miranda closed her eyes in shock and Zara held covered her mouth in disbelief.

     "Wait!" Isha held Mirren by the shoulder, "He said his Labour was to follow me, not to kill me."

     Her words made Mirren feel doubtful and looked between her and Jon. Whoever knows Jon's modes will know that he becomes expressionless when it is too serious and that was the case. Jon wasn't even blinking.

     "Go on." Isha said.

     "I wasn't told a lot. Azura's message wasn't a complicated poem or anything. I just had to follow you around and my Seventh Labour would be revealed. Ever since then, your brother turned out to be absent with the whole Citadel of Ebonarm believing he is dead. Things don't add up with what happened two days ago, which means that's a mystery to look in to. When I was in the Alik'r, I was led to the Dead Sand zone and later entered the Abyss to face the Cult of the Black Worm in the two places. Your brother showed up with the [Bloodworm Helm] on his head means the involvement of the Worm Cult is real. I first thought that he was another body the stole and turned into a Zombie but he was too strong and had a life signal." Jon briefed what he knows.

     "The [Bloodworm Helm]? What is that?" Isha asked.

     "It is an evil troll bone helmet created by Mannimarco, the King of Worms. An artifact with repulsive nature due to its necromantic powers."

     "Does this mean… my brother is Labouring for Mannimarco?"

     "No. Mannimarco is a CHIM (Royalty) but not a Daedric Prince. There is a Daedra on the other side we don't know of. Not all the Daedric Princes are involved so no one knows what are their goals."

     Isha remained silent and didn't reply.

     The situation remained like this until she cracked the silence once again. This time she was laughing. She laughed and laughed hard. Mirren looked at her with worried eyes but she kept laughing as if she lost her mind.

     "So… so you're telling me that the Daedra are not done with me yet? Hahaha! This good… this is great!"

     Isha kept laughing until she calmed down. It was then when her face returned serious.

     "Jon." She called.

     "Yes."

     "You are a bastard for not telling me." She said and continued before he could reply, "Without explaining yourself, I understand your reasons. To tell the truth, I would have hated you if you told me back then. I just finished my Seven Labours in two years only to discover there is one more. This shit is unacceptable."

     "Okay."

     "I will not hold a grudge against you if you promised me something."

     "Shoot."

     "I will go and look for the truth, I want you to have my back and help me until I find the bastard who did it and understand what happened to my brother." She said.

     "Without even asking." Jon agreed right away.

     "Even if I died." She added.

     "Excuse me?"

     "Even if I died, I know you are a bastard who can do anything and divines know what are you fully capable of. If I died, bring me back even if you used your damn necromancy. I want to have the last laugh in this no matter what." She said with a determined look.

     "Even though I am okay with summoning undead, I am not much into reanimating any." Jon tried to pull back.

     "This is my choice." She said.

     "This is no good way, Isha. Please think it over." Zara said.

     "True, don't waste your soul." Mirren said holding her.

     "You won't make it to Far Shores this way, Isha." Jon added.

     "My brother is not in Far Shores. Who am I supposed to join in the afterlife if not my family?" She said.

     Seeing her determined, Jon couldn't help but sigh and nod.

     "I'll then make sure that you never get harmed."

     "Good." Isha nodded, "Now, what should we do?"

     "First, take this back." Jon took out the [Spear of Bitter Mercy] and handed it to her.

     "... Why?"

     "The Daedra referred to you as the Maid of Bitter Mercy. This means the spear still has a role to play."

     Jon tossed it to her.

     She held it with a dejected face. Even if it was the best Spear in the World, it wasn't a thing she wanted to hold anymore.

     "You never told us how you acquired this spear." Jon said.

     "... Not something I want to remember." Isha put the spear aside and refused to answer.

     "Well, you know what they say… 'the devil is in the details'. In your case, this is quite literal." Jon said and looked closer to her.

     Isha looked away avoiding to answer.

     "I suggest you tell us what happened Isha. We know that you killed some important Cultists of Boethiah and so you were forced to Labour but you never told the full story." Jon said.

     "Hey! She doesn't want to talk." Mirren said.

     "Jon is right." Miranda spoke to her brother, "He may have kept an important thing but we understand that he didn't mean harm, rather, he was worried about Isha."

     "Zara may have no much of a say but if things became a mess, one must follow the parts he didn't check." Zara said.

     Despite all what was said, Isha remained silent. Jon and the others realized that there is no point in asking her things she doesn't want to answer.

     "If you ever want to speak about it…" Jon was about to say something but she spoke.

     "I killed a child." She said.

     """..."""

     Her expression darkened after she said so. She looked down broken and weakened. For a warrior, killing the elderly, the women or the children is the greatest of all shame.

     Honor was a big deal to warriors, Jon may say that he understands but he came from a world where honor meant nothing so he could only nod.

     He signaled for the other not to speak or react while keeping an eye on Isha. Mirren dejectedly remained silent as well.

     "Every full moon, Zain wouldn't be able to resist the call of the beast. He would transform in the middle of the desert and we would keep an eye on him…" Isha started to tell her story.

     Zain was cursed with Lycanthropy, those who bear the power of the beast never know rest and are always foul and angry. Zain was desperate for a cure as he became what he hated most and his desperation was transferred to his Wife and Sister.

     The three looked everywhere for a cure but after one last trip to Hegathe, Zain was seriously tired and got bedridden. It was strange since Werewolves had a natural resistance to disease. Those who checked on him explained it as his mental state was affecting his physical state and his body was failing him.

     Dying, Zain was in a strange state of peace as he promised his Wife and Sister that everything will be alright.

     Isha wasn't aware of how Zain died as she seemed to have forgotten about the event but what she remembers was taking a horse and venturing across the Alik'r willing to make a pact with any Daedric Lord there is to save her brother.

     She single-handedly raided and interrogated many Daedric cults but to no useful method. Almost losing all hope, a 'Being' came to her and told her that her wish can be granted for a price.

     This 'Being' told her to go to a certain place and recover a spear then go to another place and kill every living thing in it by that spear.

     Driven by the hope she found, Isha rushed to wherever she was pointed at, killed everything that stood in her place and recovered a spear. It was then when she killed a child in the process.

     But that never came true, she couldn't find her brother no matter where she looked.

     The story didn't add up to what the others know but it was then when Isha was confronted by Boethiah and her Prophet, Hafiz.

     If she wants to meet her brother again, she was to Labour for the sin of killing the child that was being nurtured by Boethiah to create an unmatched champion. Isha was faced with no choice thinking that her brother was in the hands of Boethiah and agreed to Labour.

     And that's how things started.

     The story may not sound interesting but such as reality. Still, everyone could figure out the culprit that got Isha into the Labour… this thing she called 'Being'.

     "What kind of being is it, Isha?" Jon asked.

     "A being… I am not sure." She replied.

     "Not sure?" Jon and the other exchanged weird looks.

     "Why are you asking, it is not important…" She said but she herself could feel it is coming out strange.

     "Not important? Any half-witted person can figure it out, Isha." Miranda was infuriated by Isha's dull behavior.

     "Not… it is… it is really not important." Isha said faintly.

     "Wait, sister." Mirren stopped Miranda and turned to Isha, "Love, if you are not suspecting whoever that is… if he or she were someone close or something…"

     "No… it is just… I don't know." She said.

     On the other hand, Jon and Zara were looking at Isha with narrowed eyes. The two figured out something.

     "She is hypnotized." Jon said.

     "What? No!" Mirren denied it.

     "She is." Zara confirmed.

     "Oh no." Miranda felt bad for yelling at Isha.

     Isha herself looked like a lost child between Mirren's arms. Being told that what she knows is not true was harsh on her. She is already lost and can't afford to be more lost.

     "What do you mean?" She asked faintly.

     "To be honest, I never wanted to say this but it was all in front of us. Not remembering that your brother is dead, not knowing how he died and now not suspecting the being that implicated you into Labouring… it is all there." Jon said with pity.

     Isha's eyes started tearing. She didn't cry but she was as pitiful as ever.

     "You're saying… the truth… the truth is my head all along? And someone…. something messed with my head?" She asked in a shaken tone.

     Jon nodded.

     She took a minute of self-pity and crying. Mirren and Miranda kept close to her trying to calm her down. In the end, she looked at Jon with a broken spirit.

     "Please… help me."

     "I will." Jon didn't even think of leaving her like that.

     He extended his hand for her and a Crystal appeared on his hand. This was [Lust].

     "This thing has the power to induce the truth. Take my hand." Jon said.

     She looked at his hand and slowly extended hers. They firmly locked hands and he let out a sigh.

     "Isha." Jon spoke heavily, "What kind of a being was that thing that told you to recover the spear and kill the cultists?"

     To the question, Isha's eyes stopped tearing and her face showed that she has arrived at some clarity.

     "A dog." She said, "A talking dog. It came to me and offered me any wish I want… it called itself…"

     "Barbas!" Jon continued.

     The others around Jon felt his shock and questioned what the named meant in their heads. Isha, on the other hand, nodded slowly with wide eyes.

     Jon's solid expressions meant a lot to those who know him.

     "Do you know the origin of the saying 'be careful what you wish for'?" Jon asked.

     The others listened to him silently.

     "I know who is behind everything now. The Daedric Prince of Wishes and Bargains, Clavicus Vile."

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     458 Towards The Last Labour

      A/n: I just want to say I am sorry for messing (and missing) the update rate lately. I have my own things (+ being a bit lazy) but I really find no real excuse for being a lazy ass. I apologize again especially for my amazing Patrons and all my readers in general, I'll smack that bitch ass of mine, go wash my soul in that rain and write this chapter even if it is the last thing I do.

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     There are limits for what can understand, perceive, imagine and endure. The mind was always and will ever be this delicate thing in both structure and process, it can be affected by many factors but the most impactful one is the mental shock.

     Loss of loved ones is shocking but the mind finds ways to protect itself from such shocks by explaining it through the knowledge available. For example, losing an old relative whose age has reached the upper limit of the human function is more understandable and acceptable than losing a healthy young relative. It, of course, doesn't mean people will accept both accidents at the same level of impact, everyone reacts according to how their minds translate this shock.

     But what if the translation of the shock was lacking? What if our minds can't simply make heads and tails of what we just experienced?

     Things like that translate into abnormal behaviors or emotions. It mostly depends on the mental fortitude of the person, their behavior, the environment they grew up in and how impactful was the trauma.

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     As a Redguard Warrior, Isha took pride in her set of skills along with her racial advantage. A Redguard barely runs out of stamina and is very durable with the fight dragging on. However, such a thing was only making her feel miserable today.

     "Again!"

     "You should have some rest."

     "AGAIN!"

     In order to stick her spear at the hearts of those who caused her and her family to suffer, she started grinding her power like crazy. Her team was made of powerful elites and a group training session was one of the fun routines they enjoyed ever since the days of Morrowind.

     Still, Isha decided to turn those training sessions into a hell-like training.

     "Are you done yet?" Jon called.

     "Nope, she's still going." Nefertiti replied.

     Isha was in the middle of a formation made by Mirren, Miranda, Jax, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Pride, Nefertiti, and Jon. They were playing their twisted version of 'capture the flag'. One flag, two teams. The offense team is made of one person and that is Isha who is trying to force her way through the defending team and capture the flag which Jon is taking a nap with. And if that is not twisted enough, then no one knows what else is.

     Isha, the star of the show slipped away from the shadow traps prepared by Nefertiti and the bone projectiles shot by Wrath. She evaded and arrow from Miranda and lost her spear to Greed.

     Jon wasn't too far just down that cliff, all she needs to do is to jump over and surprise him.

     As soon as she slid away from Mirren, she launched herself down the cliff in a leap of faith style seeing Jon resting down there.

     "Got you."

     "Yaaawn!"

     Jon was resting on some cushions with some liquor around him and didn't even bother to move. Isha approached closer and closer trying to land on him but as she was this close, her hopes alongside her body all crashed into a wall.

     A small rock around moved on its own and it turned out to be Jax who was disguised by Lust. He intercepted Isha by ramming her midair to the wall of the cliff.

     As Jon told him not to go easy, Jax held Isha and tossed her all the way back on the cliff where Wrath was waiting for her with a heavy fist.

     Isha got tossed like a ragdoll then was thrown away.

     Mirren and Miranda gritted their teeth seeing how extreme Jon was.

     "Given up yet?" Mirren called.

     "... Shut… up!" Isha staggered up looking for another round but her feet betrayed her and she fell on her butt.

     "That's enough for today, Zara will take care of you."

     From the spectators' area, the only spectator was Zara who also acted as both the medic and the referee. She went to check on at the work down Isha and deemed her not able to continue playing.

     Jon teleported right between Mirren and Miranda after that.

     "So, here she does again. It has been a week since this started." Jon said with a tired face.

     "If you are so worried about her, don't play so heavy-handed." Mirren refuted.

     "And endure her nagging for a full day afterwards? Nope."

     "She is punishing herself." Miranda cut it.

     The two boys sighed and put their argument aside. It was true, Isha found a way to deal with her shock by inflicting pain. She would go and ask for it every day until someone puts her down. She was simply keeping herself from thinking.

     A week ago before this all begins, the group discovered the involvement of a certain Daedric Prince that no one wanted to deal with, Clavicus Vile, Prince of Deals.

     Vile is a Daedric Lord notorious for his widespread meddling in mortal affairs and in the past has worked through mortal representatives to gain what he desires. It is possible, though by no means certain, that Clavicus Vile assisted Jagar Tharn in his temporary procurement of the Imperial throne. Clavicus Vile purportedly granted the Cyrodiil Vampyrum Order the ability to blend into mortal society undetected. He is basically Rumpelstiltskin but more of a dog person and his deals mostly end up with regret after turning on the other part.

     A famous story about the Vile's deals is the story of a noblewoman called Avalea and the [Masque of Clavicus Vile]. As a young girl, Avalea was grossly disfigured by a spiteful servant. Avalea made a dark deal with Clavicus Vile and received the Masque in return. Though the Masque did not change her looks, she suddenly had the respect and admiration of everyone. A year and a day after her marriage to a well-connected baron, Clavicus Vile reclaimed the Masque. Although pregnant with his child, Avalea was banished from the Baron's household. Twenty-one years and one day later, Avalea's daughter claimed her vengeance by slaying the Baron.

     Anyway, after discovering the involvement of Clavicus Vile, Jon and the rest went through a brainstorming session away from Isha to figure out how things went down.

     Zain, Clavicus Vile, the Worm Cult, the Bloodworm Skull, Sithis, and the Labourers. Not all those words fit together but there was indeed a pattern.

     Zain was cursed by Sithis, he looked for a cure and failed, he turned for Clavicus Vile wishing to get rid of the curse but had to Labour and he faked his own death somehow.

     But there was also the Worm Cult, the reason why Zain attached Isha with the intention to kill, and the importance of Isha and the Bitter Mercy spear. These were unexplainable reasons that no matter how they looked into them, they weren't easy to explain.

     Jon couldn't even reach priestess Aranea to have a talk with Azura. Even Shadow and Sheogorath were still talking.

     In this lack of answers, the group decided to chase after Zain and headed west. Zara joined them but they all ended up at the western borders of Northern Elsweyr. If they pass this point, they will enter Reaper's Marsh which is a shared territory between Elsweyr, home of the Khajiit, and Valenwood, home of the Bosmer, the Wood Elves.

     The only problem with Reaper's March is the existence of the Thalmor in this area. The Thalmor has a large stronghold in the area and all the roads are being watched.

     That's why the group needed the help of an expert. A smuggler or a guide would be great so Mirren and Miranda had to call for an old acquaintance of theirs. That was a Bosmer known as Ilverios Ulriric.

     "We can't usually go into the heavily guarded territories like Reaper's March so we tend to hire smuggler guild we are close to, Ilverios is an old friend that can be trusted." Mirren said.

     [A/n: Ilverios Ulriric is a character sponsored by @tunder999]

     "Great, but why is the situation in Valenwood this intense?" Jon asked.

     "The more you go west the more radical the Thalmor get. The situation in Elsweyr is not bad as the Khajiit are too valuable to piss off and there is no need to provoke them. The situation is different with the Bosmer who see themselves as Elves with equal rights with the Altmer which is basically heresy to the Thalmor."

     "Those Thalmor take things too far, man. I mean… have you heard about this theory that says those who live in a country with a tropical climate, fair weather, beautiful girls and palm trees are way less likely to think of leaving their land and invade the world unlike those who live in a harsh climate?"

     "That's true?"

     "It should be. We Nords live in the worst climate known in Tamriel, we raid sometimes like the Orcs when we are short on food but we do it. What reason does the Thalmor have to go out and invade?"

     "... Cultural reasons." Mirren thought for a while before answering.

     "Now that's messed up. If you are going to invade for something other than resources or to exact justice, then why bother everyone else?" Jon said.

     "Well… this started with Ancestor Queen Ayrenn. She established the Dominion to protect Alinor…"

     "And gain the Ruby Throne (Imperial Throne)."

     "Yes, but that war a thousand years ago had its own reasons."

     "I know, right. I remember Queen Ayrenn's reason was to never allow any human to sit on the Ruby Throne saying humans are too young and foolish to rule the world and the wiser races need to be in control."

     "That is still the reason why they are aiming for the Empire other than Cyrodiil was once a land of elves."

     "Whatever, man. Still, thirty years after she said so, big bad Tiber Septim walked in the house with the Numidium chilling."

     "Don't say that in front of another Altmer. They'll hate you on the spot."

     The two had enough with their cross-cultural political talk then started to fool around their camp as the girls were washing up nearby.

     Jon faced the west thinking of what to expect when he enters Valenwood but all the fun he had in mind was erased once he started thinking of what to do when they catch up to Zain.

     Playing Chase Capture Kill won't work this time. Zain is Isha's brother, Zahra's husband and a man they heard a lot of stories about before the situation in Hammerfell happens.

     The Labour was to follow Isha but her brother being Clavicus Vile's Labourer meant that peaceful solutions are out of stock. There is a hefty price to pay for failing the Labours and that is being claimed by the Daedric Prince.

     Isha will either be a liability or an asset but that depends on her mentality. Jon hoped to never make her choose but the cruel reality says that she is a key to the Last Labour which is basically what is going on.

     Jon sighed a big time and came to a half-hearted conclusion. If Clavicus Vile, Mannimarco and Zain are up to something, it is best to figure it out fast and investigate from every corner. Isha won't handle the shock of putting down her brother by her hands.

     "He's here." Mirren spoke.

     "Who?"

     "Ilverios… the guide."

     "Oh, yes! The guide."

     The two boys headed to the direction where they felt a presence and observed the road until one rider showed up.

     Jon narrowed his eyes and stared closely not at the man but rather on what he was riding.

     "Blasphemy! I am so… jealous!"

     The words slipped out from Jon's mind to his mouth. He was looking at Ilverios' mount with a lot of shock.

     Ilverios approached Jon and Mirren then stopped his mount.

     "Mirren, you look pretty as always, my friend." The Wood Elf spoke Mirren.

     "Ilverios, long time no see. To you as well, Chaz." Mirren replied to the Wood Elf and his mount.

     "Chaz bids you well, Mirren." The mount Ilverios riding replied.

     This mount was a Khajiit Senche Cat. A tiger-like breed of Khajiit that is rare to see around.

     "Ilverios, thanks for agreeing to meet. This is my friend whom I mentioned. Krilon, this is Ilverios and his partner Chaz." Mirren took care of the introductions.

     "Greetings. We are actually brothers rather than partners." Ilverios spoke to Jon.

     "Yes, hello… how brothers may I ask?" Jon said.

     "Adoptive siblings. I was adopted by the family of Chaz."

     "Oh, I see!"

     Jon may have been jealous of a non-Khajiit riding a Senche but it was understandable now.

     Senche cats are a rare breed not because of anything genetic but rather because of the birth control process in the Khajiit society. It is much easier for a Khajiit to walk on two legs rather than four. This way they don't get mistaken for beasts by outsiders and grow up to find a good career in farming, martial arts of trading.

     This doesn't mean that quadrupedal Khajiit can't do any of that but rather because of how easy it is to do things when you walk on two.

     This is the reason why the Senche and Senche-Raht are rare to see especially during the Fourth Era. Those two kinds of breeds won't even agree to carry anyone on their backs other than someone they are really close to and that's what made Jon wonder.

     "Anyway, my friends. I was told you wanted a way through Reaper's March, am I right?" Ilverios asked.

     "That's right, we need a way in free from all Thalmor patrols." Mirren confirmed.

     "And your destination is?"

     "West."

     "I mean the exact place you are going to?"

     Mirren looked at Jon urging him to speak.

     "Just west, we don't know the location but we need to follow a certain compass that points the way. It may be pointing all the way to Malabal Tor or to Summerset." Jon said.

     "Damn…" Ilverios stared at Jon for a while before shaking his shoulders, "I'm sorry but my territory is Reaper's March. Even if you are willing to pay, I can't guide you further as I don't know the roads outside."

     "Fine, I will take your offer. Here's an advance payment." Jon tossed a heavy purse of gemstones to Ilverios.

     "Good gems! Unidentifiable and all… seems like we are dealing with another fugitive." Ilverios said and looked at Mirren.

     "Fugitive!" Jon raised his brows and looked at Mirren, "You never told. I thought you are wanted for assassination."

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     "HA! That's merely the start of it." Ilverios said revealing Mirren's secret.

     "Thanks, thanks… unlike you, Mr. Smuggler and Mr. International Serial Killers, an assassin work is ruined if he gets too famous."

     "International Serial Killers? What is that?" Ilverios asked.

     "I kill breakfast cereal every morning… everywhere… that's how I become international."

     "I believe we will get along just fine then. Looking forward to a peaceful trip until Malabal Tor and back then."

     "Cheers!"

     "Cheers!"

     Little did they know...

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     (Part 1)

     Reaper's March is a region connecting the jungles of northeastern Valenwood with the rolling plains of northwestern Elsweyr. The northwestern woodlands are called simply the Northern Woods, which give way to Jodewood in the south. Eastern Reaper's March is called Dawnmead. The Strid River forms its northern border, separating it from western Cyrodiil. It is home to the cities of Arenthia, Rawl'kha, and Dune, as well as some smaller settlements and Ayleid ruins. The walking city Falinesti has been known to spend the autumn in the Northern Woods west of Rawl'kha.

     The March has a unique mixture of Bosmeri and Khajiiti culture, along with some Imperial influence. The senche-tigers native to the area are believed by the locals to have mystical alchemical properties. Despite the dry conditions of Reaper's March, the Khajiit have managed to farm and harvest moon sugar in the area for generations through extensive irrigation projects. While bandits and skooma smuggling are common, Daedra worship is minimal. Khajiiti temples in the region are noted for their awe-inspiring beauty, though there are many other monuments and grand structures that are decayed and ruined.

     The team traveled through Northern Anequina for a couple of days until they reached the border fort of Sphinxmoth north to the city of Dune. There, the expert smuggler Ilverios Ulriric and his trusty Senche companion Chaz have made a few rounds of recon before heading to the secret roads. These secret roads spanned across the low savannah area to the high savannah forest and the rocky badlands until the group was officially in Reaper's March.

     The only shortcoming of using unused roads is the low level of security that sometimes does not exist. Still, Jon mastered the art of aiming the staff out of the carriage's window, shoot a few spells and call it a day.

     "This man Krilon knows his magic." Chaz commented.

     "Believe me, you haven't seen him when he gets excited, and pray you won't." Mirren said.

     But they will…

     But as the team reached the official roads, the security was mostly lax and no one stopped them for inspection.

     "Why is that?" Jon asked m

     "It seems many men were pulled back by the Thalmor to handle a situation in the west. Where is your compass pointing again?" Ilverios said.

     "The west." Jon replied.

     "... Great."

     "Yes, be positive."

     Jon returned to the parked carriage where Zara and Miranda were eating dinner.

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      "Looks like we are heading towards some trouble." Jon said.

     "Eat, can't face trouble on an empty stomach." Miranda passed a bowl of rice to him.

     The Khajiit rice was famed for its long grain, the opportunity that Jon took to revive his obsession with his past life's food and some roasted mutton. It was to die for.

     "Tell Zara about what to do." Moon Bishop Zara asked.

     "Regarding?"

     "The man we fought, Isha's brother."

     "..."

     Jon sighed and stopped what he was doing.

     "I have a Labour I must do but I also have a friend who is looking for answers. I hope that the answers she wants can give me leeway in not putting down her blood relative." He said.

     "If all came to the worst. What should be done?"

     "I am not entirely sure what we are facing at the moment. Zain is out there aiming for something, we don't know if his mental state was affected by some sort of Hypnosis to attack his sister but I am sure if I have a sister, which I do, I would never allow anything in the world to so much get the faintest thought of harming her."

     Jon revealed his anger towards Zain if what he did was out of real hostility because this means that a mortal clash will be the end of it between the two.

     "What about what Isha thinks?"

     "I will keep things go her way and hope it all works out. If she happens to screw up, I'll protect her and do things the way I see fit. She won't hate me by the end of things." Jon said.

     "That's more diplomatic than the usual you!" Miranda said.

     "I am not a bull-headed fool, you know… no offense, Jax."

     "..." Jax was speechless.

     "But Zara thinks that leaving her to screw up will make things worse and endanger someone."

     "I know Isha is emotional right now but she is not a fool."

     Jon ended the conversation right here, no matter what others think, Isha is apparently the key to this last Labour.

     What Jon was worried about was the interference of Clavicus Vile and the other Daedra with him as well as Mannimarco, the King of Worms.

     The CHIM and the Daedra may find it hard to act in the mortal world but Clavicus Vile has his dog Barbas, the Hound of Clavicus Vile. He is a shapeshifting Daedra, although he most commonly takes on the form of a dog or Skaafin. Barbas acts as a repository for around half of Vile's power, though behaves as his loyal servant rather than equal, often pining for his approval to little avail.

     For this reason, Jon was keeping Nefertiti awake most of the time to keep an eye on any supernatural entity that gets close.

     And on that routine, they arrived at Dune.

     Dune is one of the eight major cities in the province of Elsweyr, serving as the largest Khajiiti settlement in the borderlands of Reaper's March. It is a prominent merchant town with a bustling crowd of caravans and herders. It is a city of artistry, with painted pavilions and statues that have intricate carvings of gold, red, and black. Dune is also known for the abundance of tea parlors. It was also one of the original sixteen kingdoms of Elsweyr, known for its moon sages and scholars.

     As a large metropolis built on the hills that lead into the rest of Anequina, Dune is heavily fortified but not without its artistic attributes. The high walls and battlements of Dune are ornate, with crescent moons adorned across the walls. But despite this, Dune's walls are made out of wood, with some buildings falling into disrepair. But regardless, Dune continues to stand. The doors in Dune are decorative. The streets and thoroughfare have painted pavilions and decorative statues. They are also very clean for what it is, dung-free but with constant traffic from herders.

     Once the group entered Dune, they were heavily inspected by the guards and a Thalmor officer. Jon morphed to become Jonya the red Khajiit and the rest blended in the way they always do.

     Zara took Isha to visit the Temple of Two Moon Dances to acquire information about any unnatural activity or a sighting of a man wearing a troll skull on his head while Mirren and Miranda went to ask in the Thieves' Guild nearby. Jon was left with Ilverios and told not to cause a scene.

     "As if!"

     Jon walked dissatisfied in the Merchant District looking for new commodities to take notes off, business to learn from or any interesting Khajiiti spices.

     While in the midst of wasting money, he stopped in front of a certain building as something caught his attention.

     "So you found this place, Krilon. It is said that only the bravest of the brave dare to enter this establishment." Ilverios said from behind.

     Jon's face reacted to the D word but he kept it in.

     "I can understand why." He said.

     Basically, this place is a brothel. The only thing that can make a brothel more special than another is the quality but this one had the taste.

     An Orc brothel.

     "Imagine a horde of beautiful Orc girls waiting to embrace you in there." Ilverios said.

     "Is there such a thing as a beautiful Orc?" Jon refuted.

     "You won't know until you try. I suggest that girl over there." Ilverios pointed at one.

     "Oh, dear lord! Imagine getting a felatio from an orc mouth. Ochinchin won't feel kimochi at all." Jon said so and walked away.

     "What is he saying?" Ilverios asked Chaz.

     Chaz thought for a while.

     "He must be speaking the language of Gods."

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     (Part 2)

     After fooling around in Dune, the group met at the inn they are staying in. They were to brief each other of their findings.

     "The Temple had information about some trouble on the other side of the borders. The Dominion Soldiers refused to disclose any information or ask for help from the locals so there isn't much to know." Zara said.

     "Did you guys know that there is an Orc brothel around the corner?..." (Jon)

     "We didn't find a lot from the guild either but here is a map for the new areas that are being watched. Looks like we need to be more careful when we cross to Valenwood." Mirren spread a map on the table.

     "... I was like 'nah, how can I do it with an Orc girl? Look at their teeth! What makes you so sure they don't have some of those down there as well?' You know… like that horror movie…" (Jon)

     "After the temple, Zara went to someplace where the Dominion Soldiers hang out and spoke to Khajiit soldier. They said there were orders to keep the borders tight." Zara remarked as she agreed with Mirren's map.

     "… But man! Who would know Orcs girls can be so tight and so stretchy? Despite their looks, which is not too bad after a heavy drink, you can have a really good chat…" (Jon)

     "So, we are talking about walking into a place where we don't know much, right? I don't like it but we can just blend in or try to pass from Jodewood." Mirren adjusted the plan.

     "... So I met that girl calling herself Candis. Pffft! An Orc with such a name? I know it's fake, I mean, she can be called Homromalakh Ghagarn for all I care about…" (Jon)

     And here came the straw that broke the camel's back.

     "SHUT UP, JON!" (Mirren)

     "We're trying to think here." (Isha)

     "Jon, not good." (Miranda)

     "Can we just figure out what is happening on the other side of the borders now then hear your story later." (Zara)

     "Oh! You mean the strange fire outbreak in Vinedusk village?" Jon said.

     """"Hm?""""

     "The strange Dominion army movements? There was a big fight in a village called Vinedusk and escalated to a big fire. There were traces for the fight talking moving towards Malabal Tor." Jon said casually.

     The four paused for a second realizing what just happened.

     "... How do you know about any of that?" Mirren asked.

     "That Orc girl Homromalakh told me. Let's just call her Candis for short." Jon said, "I also bought some food on the way back, you really need to try this sugar cane juice when it is fresh and frosty. Tastes like heaven."

     "Hey, focus! How did that hooker know all that?" Isha asked.

     "Well, you guys went to your contacts in temples and guilds, I did what I do."

     "Information hunting… from brothels?"

     "Duh! It is the best place to do so. All brothel owners are information brokers under the table. I do the same since I have my business in Skyrim."

     "You have a brothel in Skyrim?" Mirren questioned.

     "Not a brothel, a bathhouse! Brothels are for you, southerners. A bathhouse is an honest work, we don't put girls on display like how things go down here." Jon refuted.

     "Wow! I am having a whole new view of you now." Isha said.

     "I think we should focus on what we know now, guys." Jon said acting all serious.

     "You know what… let's keep the planning to our information expert over here." Mirren said and went away.

     "Yes, Zara thinks so too."

     And so did the rest.

     "Seriously?"

     ***

     Days passed since the group departed from Dune heading towards the west. The [Eye of the Moon Beast] amulets Jon was carrying still pointed to the west every night.

     The team headed to Rawl'kha, a city on the border to the eastern bank of the Crescent River. Once they passed it by taking a smuggling ferry, the group was officially in Valenwood.

     "Hey, Jon."

     "Yes, Isha."

     "That attack we discussed in that Vinedusk village. Isn't it possible that Zain is behind it?"

     "We have already talked about that. It was an attack from Colovian Marauders."

     "Are you sure?"

     "What makes you so doubtful."

     "Look, I know how military organizations act and react. If it is just a raid, they will fortify every place that they think Marauders shall attack, not pull the troops from everywhere and pretend there is a serious bandit hunt."

     "Meaning?"

     "Armies won't pull back like this unless the problem is bigger than what they announced. Maybe it is Zain or maybe not… just saying."

     "Hmmm… good thinking."

     Jon paused for a while and started thinking. Colovian Marauders are possible in some cases like if there is a famine in Colovia, the western half of Cyrodiil. But that is not the case, there is a good flow of trade and the empire is economically stable this year.

     Other cases for Marauders from Cyrodiil would be an Imperial tactic. A war between the Empire and the Dominion is always possible so the intelligence agencies like to play cold while the armies disguise as bandits and exhaust the other armies in their land. Jon was familiar with these underhanded tactics but he was a bit of a dolt regarding large armies.

     "Fine, we will investigate Vinedusk."

     "Thank you."

     But the real situation was much worse than what they thought. They reached the outskirts of Vinedusk village a couple of days later then all decided to wear as Dominion Soldiers. Jon had a lot of Dominion armor lying around.

     Zara stayed with Jax at some distance to not cause a political issue if she was discovered while Jon, Isha, Mirren, Miranda and Ilverios started scouting outside the village.

     This was the first ever Bosmer settlement Jon walks across. It was somewhat of a magical place the closest thing to relate to the elves from Jon's past world fantasies. In the middle of the village, there was a great Graht-Oak tree that is a distinctive feature to all Bosmer settlements. The houses of the Bosmer were hollow and sort of the graht-oak known as the pods.

     The graht-oaks themselves are massive, ambulatory trees native to Valenwood. The Bosmer are known to build entire cities in the branches of these great trees. In their mighty boughs, Bosmer live alongside the ape-like Imga in a mobile ecosystem, coaxing the living wood into pathways winding around hide structures nestled in hollows.

     The Bosmer never used wood in the way other races did. According to the Green Pact, Bosmer are not to eat anything made from plant life but only eat meat. When enemies are defeated, their flesh must be eaten, not left to rot.

     This and many other things made a unique image to the Bosmer and their civilization.

     As Jon took his fair share of looking around from afar, it was time to infiltrate and take action.

     The village was calm and had no villagers walking around. This meant there was a curfew of a sort. There were also some patrols from the Dominion Soldiers so Jon and the group acted like some soldiers on a leave. The only place where they found activity was in the central graht-oak.

     The tree that reached almost 50 meters in height housed many corpses of various origins. They were preserved with magic not to rot and were being investigated. It was clear that many of them were not warriors or locals but some were Nords, Khajiit and Dunmer which raised a lot of questions.

     Jon and his group approached the area and kept looking from afar while pretending to be in a conversation.

     Still, there was that strange thing that started to develop.

     "Hey, I don't feel good." Ilverios said.

     "What's wrong?" Jon asked.

     "Don't know… something doesn't feel right. A lot of hate just possessed me all of a sudden."

     "Hate?"

     It was unclear whether the word hate meant anything in particular but it may be because of some Aura or any influence unnatural none knew about.

     {Hooman!}

     "Nefertiti, anything strange."

     {There is someone strong nearby.}

     "How strong?"

     {Nurina strong.}

     Jon paused for a second then looked around worriedly. Now that he thinks about it, the city guards are moving in designated spots and looking for strange happenings. If that's the case then…

     "We should get out of here." He said.

     "Why?"

     "We are out of place. Those dead bodies are not Colovian raiders, the town is shut tight, they are looking for someone they don't that's why they are keeping the civilians in place."

     Jon suggested a retreat but things weren't willing to go smoothly. As soon as the group moved away from the graht-oak, Ilverios started sweating heavily.

     "What is wrong?" Jon asked.

     "Not good. It is not natural." Ilverios said.

     "What is it…" Jon asked but he was cut.

     {Incoming!}

     Nefertiti warned him and in a split of a second, Jon reacted. He turned around and caught a very powerful [Lightning Bolt] spell with his bare hands.

     The magic dissipated in a cloud of electrical charges around Jon as he closed his hand to crush its energy.

     Looking towards the central tree, Jon spotted a woman in a green dress walking closer.

     "If I remember correctly, my orders were not to include Bosmer Soldiers in this dispatch. Now that there is this person blocking my magic like that, I guess I got some results after all."

     Her expressions were visible with rage and her Aura was natural rather than a trained one much like the Beast Aura of werewolves. If Jon had to call it a name, it is more of a Primal Nature Aura.

     "Hey, we don't want any trouble." Jon spoke.

     "Silence!" The woman wasn't amused by Jon's reply and sent a stronger spell.

     Jon circulated his Magicka to contain the spell and dispel it without making too much sound.

     "You are skilled." The woman said as she kept approaching.

     "..."

     "..."

     "Am I allowed to speak?" He asked.

     "Oh, you will speak!" She shot another spell but Jon hurriedly handled it.

     "Sorry about whatever is going on but can we clear the misunderstanding?" Jon said while signaling his group to retreat while supporting the exhausted-looking Ilverios.

     "Sneaking to this place disguised only means one thing." She said as she kept approaching.

     Jon felt the suffocating amount of Magicka this woman had as it manifested through her rage and hatred. She was a beautiful Bosmer lady that was most likely a noble, she wasn't a Thalmor but rather an orthodox Green Pact Bosmer from her clothing. Speaking of which, her dress was very revealing now that she got closer as her cleavage was visible to her torso and most of her arms and back were exposed as well.

     Jon couldn't put his hand on her identity but he decided to distract her while the others retreat.

     "So, you've seen through my disguise. I congratulate you." Jon said as he took off his Dominion helm exposing the Altmer face he uses.

     He then transformed with [Lust] into an Imperial.

     The woman paused as she didn't expect to see this one coming. A [Mimic] spell is not very unstable and easy to expose, this one wasn't even anticipated. The woman now had some doubts regarding what she is up against. Jon intentionally used [Lust] to cause this confusion.

     "So, what was that thing about a Colovian raid?" He asked.

     "A what?" The woman frowned.

     "I mean the story that is being covered."

     "Oh! That…"

     The woman felt the urge to smack the one who came up with the Colovian raid idea for confusing her like that.

     "... Was the attack your doing, Imperial?" She asked.

     "My doing? Hardly. I am just here on a manhunt." Jon smirked while saying so.

     "Insolent!" The woman shouted and cast an even stronger spell.

     Jon had to take [Pride] out to stop this one but the spell caused a loud sound that alerted all the Dominion Soldiers nearby. They all flooded towards Jon's location and blocked every route.

     "Shit!" The others were nervous from the number of soldiers around but Jon kept a calm attitude.

     "Seeing you this angry means something bad happened, lady. Should we start once again but right this time? Nice to meet you, my name is Krilon, a member of the Sith." Jon stood straight and offered a slight now while going on with his usual bluff.

     "The Sith? Is that from the Empire?" She asked.

     "That's a tricky question!"

     Jon paused to think about it. Technically yes but also no.

     "Krilon, let's just get rid of them." Isha said while aiming her spear at the woman.

     "You!" The woman evoked a strong spell towards Isha.

     "Waiwaiwaiwait! Let's be rational here, Lady. This girl is a bit of a… Rogue One." Jon jumped in between to ease the tension.

     "Hey!" Isha didn't like being called rogue.

     "Calm down now, let me handle this situation… Solo."

     He said and turned to the woman.

     "Lady, please let's handle this peacefully, no one can handle… The Revenge of the Sith."

     The woman was provoked but she wanted answers.

     "What is the Empire doing here?" She asked.

     "We're not really the Empire…"

     "Was it revenge for last year's incident?"

     "Well, in that case… the Empire Strikes Back."

     "So it is you Imperial bastards who are behind this. There is no hope for you."

     "There is always a… New Hope."

     Jon's lips were twitching as he kept spamming movie titles whenever he talks, the woman noticed him and became enraged.

     The Magicka around her moved as age shouted with rage.

     "Don't bluff with me! What are you after?"

     "A guy wearing a troll skull called Zain but I prefer to call him… the Phantom Menace."

     Isha was taken aback but just Jon couldn't help it and leaked a laugh.

     Still, mentioning the troll skull was exceptionally effective. The woman paused her actions for a second while staring at Jon with wide eyes then all of a sudden, her face twisted in a frightening glare.

     "I knew it! You are with him!"

     The woman was enraged beyond sense seemingly willing to pulverize over Jon.

     On the other hand, he turned around and looked at Isha.

     "So you were correct, the trouble here is related to him."

     "Just get out of here!" The rest shouted at him.

     "Nefertiti!"

     Jon called for Nefertiti and many shadows moved on the ground. Several Shadow Hawk Atronachs appeared from the ground and carried a member of the group each.

     But the madly enraged Bosmer woman wasn't willing to let them go.

     "YOU! WON'T! GET! AWAY!"

     She shouted and her voice echoed far and wide, an unnatural amount of Magicka glowed around her as she took up to the sky just by Magic.

     "Well, that's what I call… The Force Awakens."

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     In the night sky, Jon rose up to a certain level on the Shadow Hawk Atronach looking down on the Bosmer woman who was levitating towards him.

     Levitation is a slow magic compared to the flying ability of a Hawk Atronach. It solely depended on energy and no physics so Jon had an idea to play the woman in the air until she runs out of energy then smite her down to capture her. Even if she is as strong as Nurina, it is still a matter of debate regarding how skillful and resourceful a mage can be. A mage from the students of Divayth Fyr can't be disadvantaged in the field of skill by anyone in the general magic community after all.

     But Jon overlooked one small detail. He is not the only one with an arsenal of Powers and Blessings… especially when it comes to that particular woman.

     She, who was levitating in an aura of green Magicka, realized her disadvantage midair but it was only a matter of ability.

     "Come to me!" The woman shouted and her voice echoed in the sky.

     Jon snorted and aimed his staff at her preparing his best Lightning spell to chip off her Magicka as much as he can.

     Evoke, Overcharge, and shoot.

     The [Super Lightning Bolt] broke through the air between Jon and that woman aiming to devastate her Magicka but in a second, a shade moved in great speed and took the woman away from harm.

     "Woah!"

     Jon tried to keep up with his eyes and used the [Night Vision] spell but whatever that is was too fast to catch. In a manner of a second, that creature turned in the air and flew towards Jon with its claws aiming at Jon's Shadow Hawk Atronach.

     "Move!"

     Jon used every strand of his power to evade but the woman on the back of that creature used her staff to hit the Atronach and dispel it by force leaving Jon no foothold in the air.

     Her speed was too hard for Jon to react to, she made a turn in the air and her creature kept hovering midair looking at the prey that was falling… or the prey that was supposed to fall.

     Jon was still hovering midair too.

     "So, a Griffin!" Jon identified the creature right away.

     A Vulture Griffin from the regular brown-feathered species that is much larger than Alina's Lokthur.

     The Bosmer woman tried to detect what method was Jon using to keep up midair and noticed that he was just floating normally. It was his turn to use the [Levitate] spell.

     "You are really skilled, criminal. Shame on you."

     "You really are not willing to listen, don't you, lady?" Jon replied with a tired face.

     Jon was not falling for now but in front of that Griffin, he is lacking in all aspects of flight. Maintaining a spell with a hand and fighting with another is really inconvenient and armor was still that of a Dominion Officer so he had to revert to his own gear.

     "Greed."

     [Greed] jumped off the Cube and inside it was all of Jon's stuff. It enveloped Jon in one go and took his shape. From the outside, the scene looked grotesque and the woman decided to be careful but later, the Dominion Armor on Jon was spat out through [Greed] and the Shadow Aether took the shape of a cloak who was now geared up in full Ebony.

     The woman felt restless and regretted letting Jon going in his armor but still had the upper advantage. The man in Ebony is still levitating and she had the Griffin.

     "Phoebe, Go!"

     She rallied her Griffin and it rushed towards Jon with its four limbs to shred him apart. Its claws were reinforced with Elven metal and seemed vicious and threatening.

     Still, Jon took a step to the side… midair.

     The woman adjusted her Griffin and focused on Jon once again studying his unnatural movement. It truth, [Ahzidal's Boots of the Apostle] were at play here. Jon kept the smug face as he saw the woman trying to see through his secrets.

     "Again!"

     The woman didn't give up and went after Jon once again with the Griffin, Jon took a few steps away again but the woman was after him with her staff shooting close-ranged Flame Magic blasts.

     Jon covered himself with a [Quadrant Ward] and completely negated her attacks. He then started to shoot some of his own back but the Griffin was simply way too fast.

     "Okay, I am bored."

     His [Alarm] spell was advanced enough to warn him from attacks so no matter what speed he used, it was easy to evade.

     Currently, the two were about 60 meters above the ground. Jon looked up then started to fly upward.

     The woman was also done being careful as Jon wasn't revealing any hidden abilities so she went forward with a slow directly assault shooting a ton of magic at him. Jon who was being attacked from behind stopped his flight and fell downward toward the Griffin.

     The Griffin was viciously trying to shred Jon again but at the zero distance, Jon skilfully evaded. Still…

     "Nefertiti."

     From the other side to the direction Jon was evading from, Nefertiti jumped out of [Greed] in a werecat form and slashed towards the woman.

     *Screech* *Slash* *Growl*

     It happened way too fast but when Nefertiti attacked, the Griffin noticed her and rotated to protect the woman taking the attack under its wing, Jon hurriedly reacted and attached the woman who was exposed to him but the Griffin also took the attack.

     Nefertiti found her way inside Greed and the woman started to circle away from Jon to lessen the pressure on her Griffin but something she didn't anticipate happened.

     Looking back to where Jon was, he wasn't there. She didn't feel any teleportation but when she looked behind her, she found him extending two chains from his gauntlets attaching them to the hind legs of the Griffin and skating on the air behind her.

     "This thing is really fun. Go faster!"

     "Insolent!"

     Despite him being weaker than her, he was annoying and seemed as if he had a spell for every situation. But soon, the man actives his Aura which was blood red to the max. The woman had a bad feeling especially when Jon changed his position.

     "HAAA!"

     Jon excepted every bit of his power in [Ahzidal's Boots of the Apostle] and [Ahzidal's Evil Fists]. The Griffin started to slow down significantly.

     "Dammit!"

     Knowing that her partner Griffin is in danger, the woman turned around and shot a barrage of magic towards Jon but he was ready for that. He only needed her not to be looking ahead.

     *Flash*

     Out of nowhere, a staff was floating not too far away from the Griffin, it shot an overcharged [Chain Lighting] that lit up the sky. It was too late to react as the spell had already landed.

     *Grraaaa!*

     "Phoebe!"

     Despite being hit by the chain together, the woman could ignore the damage but the Griffin wasn't that strong. Its power fell drastically and started losing attitude.

     "Curse you!" The woman was full of hate as she cursed at Jon.

     She had to focus on protecting herself and help the Griffin at the same time.

     Jon's dirty plan was to target the Griffin from the beginning and make the woman distracted between defending herself and her Griffin and attacking back.

     But she had another thing in mind.

     She put both hands on the Griffin and poured an unimaginable amount of energy. Jon didn't know the magic she is using but he could only think of one use to that crazy amount of energy.

     She was over-energizing her Griffin.

     "You Crazy Psycho!"

     He sent one of the chains to pick [Pride] that was blending in the dark sky to ambush the Griffin and caught it but before he could do anything, the Griffin was already on steroids.

     *SCREECH!*

     "Shit!"

     It flapped its wings as strong as it could and unleashed itself at a frightening speed.

     "Yo..u moth..er..fuc..ker!"

     Jon was like a hanging banner behind an airplane that spews curses whenever it went.

     {Jon!}

     "Hel… meh!"

     {We're coming to you!}

     Miranda reached to him by Telepathy but the Bosmer woman decided to land down towards the forest nearby and kept bumping Jon in everything in front of her. The Dragonborn-to-be was in a totally disgraceful state when the woman decided to land down a few miles away to the west of Vinedusk village beat some city.

     She had a violent landing as the Griffin too was at his limits.

     Jon crashed on his face with no willpower to even stand up, his busy was all beaten up despite having a body that stands on the peak of the human level.

     He was now just an armored guy lying down on his face in a puddle of mud.

     As his chain extended, there was a Griffin lying on its side with a woman checking on it in a hurry.

     "Phoebe! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… this human! Ugh! Wait here."

     The woman turned to Jon walking to him fuming with rage. She aimed her staff and towards him and kept a spell on charge to fire when he moves.

     "You insolent criminal! You almost killed my husband and injured my friend. Don't think of dying easily." The woman said as she held Jon from the back of his armor and raised him up with his skinny arm.

     She tried to remove the mask [Krilon] from his face but once she touched it, the mask shot a small spark of lightning at her hand.

     "Dammit!" She retreated her hand with anger.

     Jon always keeps a rune on the mask to prevent anyone from touching it.

     "So… sorry… for… that." Jon spoke with a dizzy voice as he raised his finger to speak, he even politely removed his mask.

     The woman looked at him with a disturbed face but once she saw the face behind the mask, she made an even more disturbed expression.

     Jon's face kept changing between the forms he is used to as he was not fully getting a grasp of [Lust] in his situation. The woman felt the urge to back off but something kept her.

     "You freak, what are you?"

     "F… F…" Jon tried to say something but he was so dizzy after all the trashing.

     "Huh?"

     "F… Fu…"

     "I don't hear you." The woman got her ear closer to hear him.

     "FUS RO DAH!"

     A sudden blast hurled with his voice to the eardrums of the woman. Her head was twisted in a very wrong direction and she flew like a ragdoll with her arms and legs spread everywhere.

     Jon fell with his face to the mud again and she fell in the woodland nearby.

     Jon managed to attain his dignity back in this situation by raising the middle finger and cursing her.

     "Bitch!" *voice muffled in the mud*

     **********

     (Part 2)

     A small girl emerged from Jon's shadow. She looked around and found [Pride] floating on its own nearby.

     She held it and returned to Jon then poked him with the staff a few times.

     "Hooman, I'm hungry!"

     "Let me rest." He waved his hand at the staff.

     "Meanie! Not helping you anymore." She said and entered the Cube leaving [Pride] to freefall on Jon's head.

     "... You little!" Jon mustered his power to push his aching body up and sat back with his ass in the mud.

     "This Bosmer bitch really got me." Jon complained as he assessed that damage.

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     Status

     • Name: Jon Dare

     • Race: Human (Nord)

     • Age: 19

     • Level: Early Flame Dragon Heart

     • HP: 2218 / 4235

     • MP: 3086 / 4429

     • Condition: Bruised, Bone Fractures

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     "Seriously, man!"

     Jon started healing himself and made removed the mud in him by a whim of his Aura. He then staggered up and looked around.

     "Well, she should be dead or dying. Serves her right."

     He turned around and walked in the other direction while putting his mask on his face once again.

     {Jon, you hear me?}

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     Jon heard Mirren's voice in his head.

     "Yes, I do. What's up?"

     {Are you alright?}

     "Yeah, thanks."

     {What about the woman with you?}

     "That skinny ass flat bitch? I fus-ro-dahed her shitty face across Tamriel."

     {You did what?}

     "What you heard."

     {Shit!}

     "Wh… why? What's going on?"

     {Listen, Jon. We are coming your way. We met someone and he told us the true identity of the woman. It is now clear why she affected Ilverios once he got close.}

     "Cut the crap! Who is that psycho?"

     {It is the Green Lady.}

     "..."

     {Jon.}

     "Emmmmm…"

     {Jon! What happened to the Green Lady, Jon?}

     Jon froze in his place not knowing what to do.

     "I… may have… messed up! Just a little bit, okay? Let's just run away."

     {What are you saying, Jon? We are accompanying someone important to where you are. Whatever it is, he will explain it.}

     "Hey! Hehehe! Easy for you to say."

     {One more thing. This person says you shouldn't fight with the Green Lady near the woodland around the city of Silvenar. It is said that this land is some sort of Domain to that Lady.}

     "I'll keep that in mind."

     Mirren hung up and decided to walk out of here as soon as possible. But once he took one step forward he couldn't pull the other leg.

     Looking at it, there was a roof firmly rounded around his leg.

     "Come on!"

     The root tensed up all of a sudden and pulled towards the woodland behind Jon with frightening power. Jon splashed into the mud and got dragged all the way to the woods.

     "That's official! I hate Valenwood."

     His body was still hurt when he got dragged into the woodland. At a certain clearing, a lot of roots and vines sprung up and held him tight bound for display.

     In front of him, he could see himself near a small river with the griffin Phoebe lying down and the woman who turned out to be the Green Lady was tending to it.

     Jon followed the river by his sight to see some lights coming from afar.

     "So that's the city of Silvenar." Jon cursed his bad luck.

     He then turned to the woman and spoke.

     "Psst! Psst! Green Lady, can we talk things out now, please?" Jon asked quietly.

     The woman didn't turn to him and left him ignored. Looking closely, her ear seemed to have bled.

     "Oh! Did you become deaf? 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3! Testing, testing! Oh, God! Is it my fault…"

     "Shut up!" The woman shouted at Jon not wanting to hear his annoying voice anymore.

     "Sorry!"

     Jon kept quiet and looked around. Last time he was bound by a plant, he suffered enough for a lifetime but he can be considered a pro in the field by now.

     The problem is, the one in front of him is the Green Lady and he is in her Domain.

     The Green Lady is the title given by Y'ffre (the most important Bosmeri spirit) to the female Bosmer that represents the immortal aspect of Bosmer Strength. They are also widely known as the counterpart to The Silvenar (the representative of the immortal aspect of the Bosmeri Spirit). It is believed that their lives are entwined together and one cannot live without the other.

     This Green Lady has mentioned a while ago that her husband has almost got killed or something along the lines. This can explain her wild behavior but she was a bit of an ass in Jon's book.

     Anyway, once she finished applying medicine on the griffin and covered it with some big leaves, she turned around to Jon.

     In this place, she can just absorb any amount of Magicka she needs, in other words, she is stronger than before.

     "Criminal, you have nowhere to run to now." She said.

     "Yep." Jon gave a short reply.

     "Humph, still acting tough? I'll make you pay and torture you until you tell me where is that man who injured my husband." She said with a lot of contempt.

     "Lady, I have no idea what happened. I am also on a manhunt for this guy. My investigation led me to your place. That's all." Jon said.

     "You expect me to believe that?"

     "Believe what you want, my friends are on their way and they will sort things out so." He said without indifference.

     "Fool!" The woman was enraged by his tone and raised her hand commanding some vines to strike Jon like whips.

     Jon's face changed from indifference to annoyance.

     "Quit being a bitch already."

     Without caring about a Green Lady or whatnot anymore, Jon activated the enchantment of the Ebony Mail, the Poison Cloak.

     Plants and all kinds of living tend to avoid this enchantment in particular for its corrosive effect. The vines are root tying Jon up were either dead or retreated.

     "You!"

     "Me what?"

     The Green Lady didn't care anymore about taking a hostage and attacked Jon upfront with Magic. Jon stopped her magic with [Pride] and returned the attack in a flash.

     The Magicka around the grove moved towards the woman as she was back in combat form once again. Jon didn't take any chances either.

     "Sheogorath!"

     He called the Blessing of Sheogorath, the Mad Champion, to activate. Once it did, Jon's vitality started to regenerate at a crazy speed.

     ———————————

     [Blessing of Sheogorath]

     - Mad Champion: 2500% Vitality Regen

     ———————————

     "Get him!" The woman called and the wild answered.

     The racial ability of the Bosmer [Command Animals] was used by the Green Lady and a horde of tigers, bears, snakes and birds of prey started gathering from everywhere.

     Jon looked around him and smirked.

     "So that's it? This is your army?"

     "Humph! You are dead." She said.

     Jon didn't even bother with some animals, he was someone on good terms with nature. He retrieved the [Greater Token of Kyne] from the Cube then spoke.

     "KAAN!" (Kyne)

     ———————————

     [Greater Token of Kyne]

     - Fortify Vitality

     - Sooth the Elements

     - Protection from Beasts

     ———————————

     Just like that, all the beasts the Green Lady gathered dispersed away. She looked around then glared at Jon.

     "Nordic Shouting?"

     "I don't want to fight you."

     "Too late."

     The pig-headed woman insisted on breaking Jon for some reason and he was fed up with her shit. She used the Magicka supplied by the grove she is in and evoked a powerful Lightning spell at Jon. Jon replied with a [Lightning Strike].

     She was a crafty one and sent vines to attack Jon from behind, Jon felt the threat and decided to push forward his game.

     "All-Maker! Azura!"

     He simultaneously activated the blessings of both the All-Maker and Azura, the [Root of Power] and [Dawn's Beauty].

     ———————————

     [Blessing of the All-Maker]

     - Root of Power: 2500% Magicka Regeneration

     ———————————

     [Blessing of Azura]

     - Dawn's Beauty: 50% Absorb Magic Attacks

     ———————————

     Blue light came from his eyes as the Magicka was running wildly in his body. The Green Lady felt the threat he paused but what was even more confusing was the powers her used. One of them resembled [Highborn] of the Altmer and the other was [Dragonskin] of the Bretons.

     Is he an Imperial, a Nord, an Altmer or a Breton?

     She manipulated the vines around her then shot them from all directions.

     "Useless."

     Jon cast [Scatter Bolts] and shot a barrage of lightning at every moving thing. This time, Jon saw an opportunity and attacked her by a well-concealed spell.

     The spell took a nice ark and hit the woman but her body disappeared in a puff. Jon paused trying to understand what happened but things were weird, no sign was seen for the woman.

     But it wasn't long till someone appeared. A mirror image of Jon with his exact same artifacts standing up for him… then another, then another… the number reached ten to twenty.

     "And that is?" Jon asked.

     "You are troublesome, criminal. It is time to make you taste of my own poison." The woman spoke but Jon couldn't see her.

     "... I think I get it now, you are an Illusionist in terms of study despite being this good at the Green Magic."

     "You talk too much."

     "If that's right then that explains your poor confrontation skills. You refused to believe that you can squish a mere human with brute Magicka but you finally came to play with your personal deck of cards. What a Green Lady you are!"

     "Humph."

     The Green Lady wasn't happy to be talked to that way so she attacked first.

     Jon didn't do much except waving [Greed] like a whip at the clones she created. They were weak as that spell can't copy the effect of Jon's special Artifacts, Spells and Powers.

     But the clones kept coming more and more then the Green Lady changed the strategy to launch weird attacks. Swords, arrows, animals all made of illusion came around to attack Jon.

     "You really are getting on my nerves."

     Jon waved a big Aura attack by the Ebony Blade, created an opening to retreat then decided to blast the remaining illusions by Magic.

     But while he was casting a simple spell, the spell broke on its own and blasted on his hand holding the staff.

     Jon could swear he cast a spell right and he would never do such a novice mistake but… he realized it was also an illusion. The Green Lady disturbed his senses and interrupted the spell to stop him.

     He didn't like Illusion this much but he recognized the spell, the spell that the woman disappeared with was either [Invisibility] or [Ghostwalk], the spell she used to herself him was [Decoy], the spell that she used to clone him was [Evil Twin], the attacks she is shooting is a [Phantom Pain] spell and the one she used to interrupt him was [Backlash].

     This Green Lady knew her Illusion but she didn't stop with just that. She used baits by the Green Magic and displayed more spells in Illusion.

     Jon kept looking for her until he realized another spell was at play. She avoided his sight by seeing through his sight. A [Mind Vision] spell. He became sure of that after scanning himself.

     "Oh! I see, you are a genius bastard of a Green Lady." Jon said and cast a vision spell called [Heat Vision].

     The way he saw things changed, the world turned blue in the cold spots but started to show many dots and shapes of green, yellow, orange and red. Jon took a fast look around until he found a silhouette of a person.

     "Gotcha!"

     Several spells moved in strange arches from either the Green Lady or Jon. She, who hack Jon's vision, could see the method Jon found her with. She wasn't sure that she hid her life signal and all movements but that was something new.

     The Green Lady decided to go with one last maneuver. She distracted Jon from the front and then launched a sneak attack from the back. She used the Green Magic because she wanted Jon to notice.

     Jon indeed reacted to the Green Magic attack with his sword which decreased his magic casting rate by a tiny bit but that was all what she needed.

     She made Jon's situation jump from Hardcore Mode to Hell Mode by a [Blinding] spell.

     "Shit!"

     Jon felt that his situation worsened with this last attack. He couldn't see, some illusions attacked him and other roots bound his legs.

     He knew his lack of studying illusions got him here but he was also facing the Green Lady who is an Arch Wizard Illusionist.

     From the outside, he was standing while being entangled by the trees. He was pierced with a number of arrows made of the illusion spell [Phantom Pain] which felt as if the attack is real.

     "Human, you were really some annoying pest." The Green Lady walked out with a dagger in hand.

     Jon heard her voice coming from everywhere as well as her presence which made it hard to tell which is true and which is fake.

     He started working on a countermeasure to dispel her illusions but they were too complicated.

     She walked closer to him claiming her hard-earned victory.

     "Human, you will answer for all the crimes you have committed. You have hurt me, my friend, my husband and killed several other Bosmer and Dominion Agents. You will be interrogated into a boiling chamber and will see how fast you give up this troll skull masked friend of yours." She said.

     "You crazy psycho bitch!" Jon cursed.

     "Insolent fool! In your situation and you dare to insul…"

     *Boom*

     The Green Lady who was standing in front of Jon was nowhere to be seen after Jon's unintentional reaction. His fist was aiming forward and fuming after a very strong clash that just happened.

     In a slow motion, Jon heard the D word, his body shivered with power, he used a [Thunder Cookie] to break his left hand free and that very left hand crashed into the face of the Green Lady from the right side making a sort of a ripple effect on her check while her mouth bleed out and her eyes were almost gouged out.

     Ending the slow motion, the woman flew in a beeline towards God knows where and Jon managed to stop the illusions by figuring out how to use [Lust] to make the Truth Inducement effect work on him.

     In a few seconds, he was out of his binds.

     "Man! This bitch is crazy."

     He looked around and started walking away. Green Lady or not, she can go fuck herself for all that he cares about. After all, today was a big day. He defeated the first Arch Wizard all by himself without relying on any outer method.

     "Stop right there!"

     But life wasn't willing to go easy on him today. Jon turned around to see who was calling him.

     It was a tall old woman, high elf, paler than usual, she was in a traveling armor and carried a great elven sword. She was also supporting the half-conscious Green Lady up.

     "You did this to her?" She asked.

     Jon looked at the two women then looked around himself to see the place in a mess.

     "That's a good question." He said.

     "Is it?" The High Elf woman raised her brows amused by what she heard.

     "The idea of me doing this to her or not is a fundamentally theoretical question. Her actions and reaction define what others act and react to her, in zamakhsharology we call what I said bullshit so that I can buy time to teleport away." Jon said with his hand behind his back casting magic.

     "Oh, I see." The old High Elf woman smiled lightly as if she understood him.

     "Ciao!"

     And Jon disappointed in a second.

     The old woman shook her head wryly and looked at the Green Lady she was supporting. She then put her down near a tree to recover in her Domain.

     "Norril, you should really start hearing people out first before throwing your spells around." She said and walked to where Jon stood a while ago.

     The Green Lady, Norril, recover her hazy consciousness and looked at the high elf woman.

     "G- Great Ancestor!" She called.

     The High Elf Ancestor looked back and saw Norril looking at her meaningfully.

     "I knew what happened to Thoron but we have talked about this before. Even if you are the Green Lady, you mustn't lose your emotions like that. You clearly got the wrong person."

     "You… you were watching?"

     "I was. Don't put a shameful display like that again." The High Elf Ancestor said then started to scan the place in which Jon teleported.

     "Great Ancestor, what are you doing?"

     "I have a few questions for the boy, he reminds me of someone unpleasant so I must make sure history doesn't repeat itself."

     She picked a trail on Jon and teleported after him.

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     Back when Jon and the Green Lady faced each other in the sky above Vinedusk Village; Mirren, Miranda, Isha, and Ilverios headed to where Zara and Jax where stationed but things weren't what they expected.

     Jax was surrounded by Dominion Soldiers, had a Flame Atronach carrying him from his shoulders and kept waving a [Lava Whip] around.

     Zara was surrounded to but she was talking to someone.

     "Hurry up! Free them." Isha jumped off the Shadow Hawk Atronach she was on and pulverized through all who were surrounding Jax.

     "Cow head, you alright?"

     "Where is Boss?"

     "He is occupied."

     "Be careful, the man talking to Zara is extremely powerful." Jax pointed at a hooded man who seemed to be arguing with Zara.

     Mirren and Miranda snuck through the crowd of soldiers surrounding Zara and hurriedly took the hooded man as a hostage.

     "Drop your Weapons! Now!" Mirren shouted.

     The situation became tense as the soldiers aimed their weapons at Mirren refusing to surrender and it all became too hectic. The hooded man never acted or reacted but just kept a cool light attitude.

     "Please, stop it." Zara called for Mirren.

     "Will get you out of here." Miranda came behind Zara and pulled her away.

     "No, Zara is not in danger. You are misunderstanding things." Zara said.

     Mirren and Miranda paused to understand what's going on but the Dominion Soldiers seemed to be following the hooded man and all surrounding Zara, the same situation with Jax.

     "Please, put down your weapon. This one will handle this." This time the one who spoke was the hooded man revealing himself to be a Khajiit.

     His words were to the Dominion Soldiers who reluctantly retreated.

     Mirren didn't understand what's going on but he wasn't letting a hostage go just because the current turned to his favor.

     "Now nice and slow…" Mirren tried to hold the man from his shoulder but as soon as he did, his point of view started to spin and felt a slam to his back.

     The hooded Khajiit simply twisted his shoulder while barely holding Mirren's hand sending him in circles. Miranda released an arrow soon after that the hooded man threw Mirren but the man showed some supernatural flexibility and reflexes evading an arrow from almost a point-blank.

     The hooded Khajiit looked towards where Mirren was but he wasn't there any longer and so did Miranda. The pair magically disappeared but sure as hell they were around.

     *Slash* *Swoosh*

     An arrow and a blade moved at the same instant targeting the man's vitals. The man jumped and twisted his body evading the two attacks with a hair's width.

     The Altmer twins wouldn't let such a chance of an enemy being midair pass by and so they returned with lethal attacks but the man managed to evade with graceful movements until he landed on a single foot and kicked Mirren without even getting a firm foothold.

     Mirren was launched back like a stringless kite but he didn't resist, rather, he held his sword and dagger in a weird movement resembling a bow and arrow. Miranda took an arrow and ran recklessly toward the hooded Khajiit attacking as if she is holding a sword.

     ""Switch!""

     The Hooded Khajiit felt a motion through the Space and all of a sudden, Mirren and Miranda switched places. Mirren was waving his sword and Miranda shot a very accurate arrow.

     It was going to be a hit no matter how skilled the opponent is. This cooperation and understanding between the two have reached a ridiculous level that even startled the Hooded Khajiit.

     But no matter what attack, this man was not someone to look down on. He adjusted his stance to firmness and waved his two hands together. All his ten claws brightened with the Moonlight revealing the Nature of his Aura.

     With two hand waves, he stopped Mirren's sword by four claws and Miranda's arrows by two.

     This stunning scene viewed the height of the martial arts this man has trained but what followed showed how terrifying it can go.

     "Hya!"

     The Hooded Khajiit shouted and pushed with his two arms at the same time. Towards Mirren was a palm attack carrying the unstoppable force of the Moonlight Aura. Towards Miranda was a claws attack as if blades of Moonlight Aura sliced everything in their path.

     From point-blank, Mirren was hit and crashed on the ground nearby but kept rolling to avoid injury. Miranda performed an acrobatic side jump and evaded four claw attacks while sacrificing an arrow to block the fifth.

     "Nice!" The Hooded Khajiit was impressed.

     Mirren evaded a dangerous injury and Miranda went out of the situation swiftly.

     The fight paused as the three exchanged looks.

     "Senior." Miranda nodded to the Hooded Khajiit.

     "Senior." Mirren stood up while holding his arm.

     "Juniors." The Hooded Khajiit replied.

     The three showed acknowledgment to one another.

     "You two are Desert Wind? You must be from the Masters. Strange! Never heard about you two." The Hooded Khajiit said.

     "We are Core Adepts… were. We disobeyed direct orders to operate on our own." Mirren said.

     "Oh, that's bad."

     "Senior must be from the Goutfang School." Miranda spoke.

     "Indeed. How do you know?"

     "Impressive defense, good stance, particular muscle mass."

     "Wow! This one was seen through that much? But still… You are disadvantaged against me. You can ask your friends to join in if you want to make the odds somewhat even." The Hooded Khajiit said.

     "We're busy trying to get a friend from trouble, senior. Will spar in a later chance." Mirren said.

     "This one insists." The Hooded Khajiit showed a fair amount of fighting spirit, he wanted to keep the fun going.

     "I'll entertain you." Miranda said.

     The others looked at her doubtful but she threw her bow and loosened her quiver. She then grabbed two knives from her belt.

     This was an unusual scene as Miranda never showed her skill in close combat that often.

     Still, what's more strange was the sight of those strange knives. They were short curved blades in crescent shape held in a reverse-grip with a ring on top of each handle that the index finger goes through.

     Karambit knives.

     Those lethal things were very rare in these parts and a few knew how to use them. They were weapons that can easily resemble claws.

     The Hooded Khajiit didn't turn down the offer and took a firm stance, to that, Miranda took a low stance on her fingertips.

     "Hm?" The Hooded Khajiit noticed the stance but there was not much to react as Miranda was already kicking at him midair.

     Strike, Block, Strike, Block, Strike, Block.

     The kicks midair were blocked by the man's arm bracers but that was just the beginning. Miranda unnaturally went low and took a large circular lower leg attack at the man who resorted to hanging one leg up to avoid then kick it towards Miranda. She was anticipating this and her Karambits attacked the leg aiming for vital blood vessels.

     The man retreated his leg in an instance and took three steps away to regain a stance. Miranda was impressed by the man's fast retreat that she couldn't prevent.

     Usually, she should keep attacking but the man took three large steps to completely escape her range.

     He wasn't underestimating her at all.

     He looked at her blades with keen eyes noticing the vibrations through them.

     "You are not Desert Wind but Whispering Claws. For a non-Khajiit, what a feat!" He couldn't help but praise her.

     "Thank you, senior."

     He looked at Mirren but the latter shook his head indicating that he doesn't practice that art.

     The Desert Wind Martial Art, that Mirren used, relies mostly on dual-wielding swords which is extremely hard to master. Mirren uses many kinds of swords but his personal favorite is a one-handed sword combined with a dagger.

     The Goutfang Martial Art that, the Hooded Khajiit used, is a style that is known for using the flow of energy through its user. It is a balanced and fast-moving martial art with a defense that is reminiscent of the Nord warriors. It has a versatility that requires coordination and strength, using aspects from other fighting styles, such as grappling. It is believed that even a quadrupedal furstock such as the Senche-raht can learn the Goutfang.

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     The Whispering Claw, that Miranda used, is a fast-moving and silent fighting style that is meant for taking another life, ideally for an assassin. Masters of that art are known for their quick reflexes and flight-like acrobatics. The style is considered the counter to the Goutfang.

     "This is interesting. Two Altmer ladies are good at such arts. This is very rare. Let's fight a bit more." The Hooded Khajiit was all fired up.

     "We are really late. Krilon is fighting that woman alone." Mirren said.

     "That woman? You mean the woman in Vinedusk village?" The Khajiit asked.

     "..."

     No one wanted to disclose any information to him but he wasn't anyone dull.

     "Forget about your friend, he's a goner. The Silvenar was injured and his Green Lady must be going berserk right now." The Hooded Khajiit said.

     "Hm?" (Mirren)

     "What?" (Miranda)

     "Who?" (Isha)

     "Where?" (Ilverios)

     "When?" (Jax)

     The others reacted in shocked expression there is to react with.

     "The Green Lady, you know! The Spiritual Leader of Valenwood." The Hooded Khajiit said.

     The others were well aware of the title but needed a minute to get it to their heads.

     "Lord Mane was just explaining the situation to Zara when you interrupted us just now." Zara said

     "Hm?" (Mirren)

     "What?" (Miranda)

     "Who?" (Isha)

     "Where?" (Ilverios)

     "Whose?" (Jax)

     The Hooded Khajiit put down his hood showing his face that resembled a normal Cathy but had too many braids of various colors on his head.

     The Mane, the Spiritual Leader of the Khajiit,

     a unique breed of Khajiit. Khajiit tradition holds that only one Mane can be alive at one time. Manes can only be born under a rare alignment of the moons Masser and Secunda when, according to legend, a third moon actually appears.

     The Mane of this generation, in particular, is known to be a top expert in martial arts to the point where he was known as a warmonger. Now, this friendly-looking Khajiit uncle has both the skill and the fire to fight but to think he is the Mane himself.

     "Krilon is fighting the Green Lady and we fought the Mane? Who else is going to show up? My Grandmother?" Mirren went pale from the thought.

     "It's okay it's okay, this one doesn't mind a good fight, let's just…"

     "YOU CRAZY BITCH! SLOW DOWN!"

     No one knew what had just passed but everyone had a good enough imagination to picture what's going on.

     "That looks like fun." The Mane said, "Let's join them."

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     "Well, I don't remember owing you money."

     "You don't."

     "Good, because in a matter of fact, I don't owe anyone any money. However, if you want money, that's a different story."

     "Ohohoho! What is your best offer?"

     "Clingy High Elves discount, a wee lesser than Family and Friends discount."

     "Nord, huh? You can't fake an accent in front of me."

     "Come on! I just shouted that Green Lady twice, of course I'm a Nord."

     "Been a while."

     "Since?"

     "Meeting a Voice Master. One must admit that unlike Common Nords, Voice Masters are more… wise and pick what they say carefully."

     "I was told I have a big mouth, and I ain't wise, Lady."

     "Heh heh! Will see about that."

     "What's so funny?"

     "Hmmm… unlike my kin, I don't hate Nords. Your race is the purest Human race remaining… descendants of the Old Atmorans."

     "Same goes for you Altmer, descendants of the Old Aldmer. You know… I hate to admit it but Altmer and Nords share too much."

     "I tend to disagree. We are the complete opposites."

     "Really? How about this… a Nord and an Altmer walk into a bar, an hour later, some Guards come in saying they are looking for a wanted man who is tall, good-looking, won't stop talking about their ancestry and had a stick up his arse. Who do you think the people will suspect?"

     "This is oddly convincing."

     "Actually, if you pay attention, the stick up the arse thing is totally Altmer."

     "I beg your pardon…"

     "Ain't giving."

     "... Altmer are the most mannered race in Tamriel by far."

     "No, you folk are just too hard on yourselves. Who lives in a goddamn tropical island and go out to conquer the world. We Nords have more right in that one."

     "We either go out or they will come in."

     "Ugh! Thank goodness there is no oil around."

     "Hmph! You are indeed a Nord with a month."

     "Told you. Now what?"

     "Let me ask you a few questions."

     "Interview? I'm a Mercenary alright but I ain't for hire."

     "Not hiring."

     "Inspecting?"

     "You can say so."

     "Do I have to record any birthmarks or tattoos?"

     "No?"

     "Do I have to record how many Daedra I can summon or how cute my cat is?"

     "No. Just show me your Aura?"

     "My Aura?"

     "Yes, that art that you humans became so good in. It reflects what kind of man you are?"

     "Well, in that case…"

     Jon didn't hide his hostility anymore and let loose of his Tyrant Aura. The moment he met that woman, he just wanted to turn and leave but that wasn't much of an option as soon as she showed up after him.

     His agitated Aura that he held back since the beginning was if a fire spreading on a surface of gasoline, fast and violent then steady and still.

     The High Elven Ancestor felt the Aura that is ever so domineering and sadistic, it's rhyme wasn't unsteady but perfectly controlled. Moreover, it has this Chaotic Good feeling to it.

     "Alas, It is what I feared." The Altmer woman said faintly.

     "..." Jon didn't reply waiting for her to go on.

     "Another Monster." She said and reached out to the Great Sword resting on her back.

     Jon said nothing, he just smiled faintly but after some thinking, he spoke.

     "Oh! I see… I see." Jon nodded understanding the woman's reasoning.

     He looked carefully at that Altmer old woman. Unlike him who was akin to a Dark Knight in his full Ebony, she was akin to a Paladin in light white armor.

     Her armor was an Elven breastplate with arms and legs well-covered then she had a white robe over that with a small hood covering her white hair and revealing her aged face. Despite the wrinkles, she seemed to have aged taking care of herself despite being abnormally pale.

     Still, her sword felt strong and powerful. A High Elf is rarely seen fighting with such a big sword let alone a Female Altmer. This should be one hell of an experience.

     But just like High Elves, she cast [Empower] and [Accelerate] before a fight.

     Jon focused his Aura to battle mode thinking the outer shell and thickening it while taking out the [Ebony Blade] and completely reinforcing it.

     He held it with two hands and faced the woman. The two were silent for almost a minute but that minute was already how the fight started. In their heads, hundreds of simulations happened.

     Defend, Counter, Lose.

     Attack, Attack, Lose.

     Evade, Attack, Evade, Counter, Win.

     But it wasn't that simple at all once the fight started. The two bounced on each other with one kill move at the same time.

     It is all for who is faster now.

     *CLINK* *SCREECH* *Swoosh*

     The two swords met, the two wielders passed one another exchanging places.

     The result was…

     Jon's sword was sent flying.

     The woman's sword was cut in half.

     The two turned back to one another with disbelief shown in their eyes.

     His sword was better.

     Her skill was better.

     "My sword is Mithril." She said.

     "My skill is seven paces of ten near perfection." He said.

     Her Mithril sword was no match for the indestructible Ebony Blade. The [Fortify Swordsmanship] enchantment had a 7/10 effect of its top potential due to the enchantment [Awakening], once it passed 5/10, the sword was already incredible in all aspects and enhanced Jon's skill by a great deal.

     Still, that woman took his sword down and he cut hers.

     "How did this even happen?" He asked.

     "Ha! Haha! I have no idea." She said but her laugh turned to a decisive one a second later.

     She stood between Jon and his sword, held her hand out and cast [Bound Greatsword].

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     "What about you?" She asked.

     Jon checked his options. He can call [Pride] or [Greed] but as weapons, they won't add much to his skill right now.

     He thought about it and came up with something.

     First, he cast [Empower] and [Accelerate] like her. This alone added 10% to his power and speed which were already buffed by his Aura. Second…

     "QAH ULD HAAS!" (Armor Might Health)

     A very pure and mystic power exploded around Jon and returned around his body creating a knight armor made of energy on top of his armor.

     His appearance was astonishing but to the eyes of the Altmer woman, he was still unarmed.

     "Are you done?" She asked.

     He extended his arm to the side and all of a sudden, the Ebony Blade stuck far away in the ground started twitching and jumped out of its place back to Jon's hands.

     "Now I'm ready." He said.

     The woman didn't expect to see a weapon flying back to the hands of its owner but that can be expected from the kind of opponent she is facing.

     Then two went at it again.

     *TINK*

     And again.

     *TINK*

     Two exchanges in one seven, the three in one and the speed kept rising.

     How those two swung their swords was a mystery even to them. It was all depending on the thrill, the momentum and the survival instincts of a warrior. Even though she was using a Bound Sword, her skill in Magic was as amazing as her skill in swordsmanship and she maintained and reconstructed it during the battle against a terrifying sword suck as the Ebony Blade.

     Between the two, a blade storm of dangerous energies and irritated Magicka laid waste to the terrain. They were fighting in a clear area not far from the travelers' road but the effect of the battle could be heard from the nearby city of Silvenar.

     A few seconds after that last exchange, the Green Lady arrived near the two waiting for a chance to support the Altmer woman.

     "Great Ancestor! I came to help."

     Her words marked the end of the exchange between the two. Jon retreated away leaving two straight trails in the ground after him and the woman jumped to the back. The two showed signs of breathing hard as they seemed to have put some stamina in the last few moves.

     "Ancestor? Who?" Jon looked at the Green Lady and then to the woman in front of him, "You?"

     "Stay out of this, Norril." The Altmer woman spoke to the Green Lady.

     Jon was at a loss for words. An Altmer Ancestor, a Green Lady… who else left? The Khajiiti Mane?

     But what is terrifying right now is how he managed to stay his ground in front of an Ancestor.

     Putting her in the same regards as Divayth Fyr is kinda blasphemous but at least an Ancestor is someone he needs to be very careful with.

     On the other hand, the Altmer Ancestor woman was in a state of wonder. There are what is known as Monsters in this world. These are simply people who have frightening talents and great luck to grow further. Those people are either saviors or conquerors.

     But Jon had a different view of the term. To him, the term "Monster" may refer to many things but it is mostly used by those people who reached their mental capacity to understand and perceive things.

     Something like "Witches are Evil" was said in the Middle Ages. Even though with the probability of the existence of supernatural powers on Earth, many women of knowledge, herbalist and astronomers were dragged in public and burned on the stick.

     It is just the same way people think. If someone is too strong, they will use and abuse their strength making common weak people see them as "Freaks of Nature" and "Monsters".

     In a magical world, those "Monster" people are a different case than from non-magical worlds. Magic has tremendous abilities as it is and combining a heaven-defying talent with such a force gives birth to those "Monsters". People who perceive themselves as capable and get affected by their own power that pushes them towards great things.

     For example, if someone uses a certain method for magic casting and it happens to be Necromancy, the vile art. Those necromancers have no respect for graves or the honored dead making use of every corpse they come across while in fact, they may have shunned that practice if they were not yet to become necromancers but now that they are ones and got a taste of that power, they won't simply go back and revert easily. The same goes for Pyromancers who burn people alive despite who cruel it is and how horrible it is to smell a burnt corpse.

     In the end, the people referred to as "Monsters" are not much different. They are talented ones who can't give up their talents and drown in their powers more and more. Jon can't deny this is the case with him.

     Now he is facing a.

     "Do you know what is the only thing that can break a monster?" She asked.

     Jon shook his head.

     "It is another Monster." She said.

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     (Part 2)

     "Do you know what is the only thing that can break a monster?" She asked.

     Jon shook his head.

     "It is another Monster." She said.

     A Monster… of all the things Jon come to face is another Monster with the title of an Ancestor.

     The irony! He couldn't help himself but smile wryly.

     Yes, she was also a Monster. She was once called that by no one other than her own blood, her brother. She was rebelled against, fought by force and received a lot of hatred and contempt because of her power and talent. Despite the odds, she swept through all who opposed her unforeseen and achieved the one of the greatest legacies in the modern High Elven history. Her power grew with time and even with the demise of the Altmer at the end of the Second Era, she remained and became a hermit Ancestor by the years that followed.

     "So you're saying that as a Monster, you are to take me down?" Jon asked.

     "Yes, just like how I was broken before." She said.

     "Oh!" Jon heard something interesting but the Altmer Ancestor seemed to be willing to go all out on his this time.

     She held the Bound Sword firmly this time and made a full charge at him. Jon knew she was going to use all her might to bring him down and truth be told, he felt an unlimited amount of Magicka moving within her.

     "Pride."

     Despite holding the [Ebony Blade] with two hands, Jon called for [Pride] that came out from the Cube and floated like a drone over Jon's head.

     He may have used this move before but this is the first time someone sees it. A staff floating on its own and casting spells by itself… now that's something to keep the term "Monster" fresh in mind.

     "Die!"

     She waved her sword with an unstoppable force at Jon but the [Ebony Blade] was there to take the impact. Jon, however, felt like his arms going numb and barely moved to defend the second coming attack.

     "Women at these parts are so crazy!" He shouted.

     "Stop talking and fight!" She said while attacking another time.

     "STFU, you freak! I just dragged my ass from a fight with that crazy chick, gimme a fucking break."

     "No! I'll kill you here and now!"

     "You can't kill me let alone defeat me!" Jon stopped her sword and pushed back.

     "Even breaking me won't stop me. I was defeated more than I ever won, I was broken before and here I stand once again stronger than before. I lost a foot, I lost my magic, I lost fingers of my hand, my left eye almost went blind. I was broken in the gutter of a prison and here I recovered once again. I returned! What more can you do?"

     More than his power, his words pushed the woman further back.

     She carried a lot of negativity on her face but she was still coming at him.

     "You are right, breaking someone requires more. Breaking me… and many others in the fall of Summerset to that foul Numidium led by the one you call Talos. He marched to our home, sieging our castles, killing our armies and even when we ganged up on him in a fight, he put us all down, me included, with a stab right an inch beside my heart.

     And I had to watch my country bend the knee while I was being rescued while hiding underground like a rat.

     Takes a lot to break someone, believe me."

     "And here you are." Jon said as her words didn't get to his head.

     "And here I am… preventing the chance of another Monster to be born among your race by taking its head." She replied.

     "Fat chance!"

     *CLINK* *Swoosh*

     She offered her strongest and fastest attack this time.

     The [Ebony Blade] flew off Jon's hand again but he didn't put effort to retrieve it. In fact, [Pride] that was floating above all that time shot a strong spell towards the woman pushing her to retreat.

     Jon was mercilessly dishing out spells while she kept the [Ebony Blade] under her foot despite its struggle to return to Jon.

     Still, [Pride] was a very troublesome staff in the eyes of the Altmer woman. Despite Jon's various abilities that kept him alive against her, she couldn't understand [Pride].

     A Staff flying around its owner casting magic on its own as if it is a third hand? This was something absurd in the field of magic. No mage has more than two hands, having a third may open the door for a lot of possibilities no one has ever achieved before.

     Jon knew what it meant to have a third hand and how it happened.

     ———————————

     [Pride, the Elder Staff of Power and Fate]

     - Imagination Magic

     - Will of Pride (NEW)

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     Pride was evolving lately and started to have the power to move on its own will. Of course, that will was under Jon's control.

     Yet despite all that, he was still not able to put the desired pressure on that woman.

     Their Magicka was running short but Jon had a few tricks up his sleeve and it is almost time for one.

     The Altmer woman decided to let go of the [Ebony Blade] she was stepping on and charged towards Jon before the blade reaches him evading all the spells he sends at her.

     It was all now within her grasp. She waved her sword but didn't expect that Jon was having a trap for her.

     A red glow shone from his left side as a black cylinder object with aimed at her.

     *Boom*

     A blast was head as she felt her abdomen turning numb and she was sent a few meters to the back.

     Looking at it, Jon had formed [Greed] into a cannon-like object around his hand and used his Aura to make a close-ranged attack with such a power.

     It indeed worked on her being the first attack he managed to cleanly land on her.

     "Great Ancestor!" The Green Lady ran towards the Altmer woman but the latter seemed fine.

     Right now, it seems that the Green Lady was willing to join the battle and fight Jon 2 on 1.

     Jon retrieved the [Ebony Blade] but he was in a troublesome position again as he had to face the Altmer Ancestor woman who kept pushing him back and the Green Lady who is a troublesome illusionist.

     "I know you two are strong and I will be defeated this way." He said then sent the [Ebony Blade] back in the Cube.

     But…

     "But do you really think that I can't scratch you back if I wanted to?" As he said so, he took out a dagger this time.

     And that was not any dagger, it was [Mehrunes Razor].

     ———————————

     [Mehrunes Razor]

     - Poison Damage

     - Instant Kill Chance

     - Fortify Dagger Skill

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     "Hmph! You couldn't defeat us with your large sword, you think you can do that with a small knife?" The Green Lady smirked.

     "I would agree with your reasoning any day, the bigger the better in my book but sometimes, you need to be short and smart." Jon replied.

     "Norril, retreat." The Altmer woman said.

     "But Ancestor…"

     "That is [Mehrunes Razor]. It may kill you with just a scratch." She said recognizing Jon's dagger.

     It wasn't hard to recognize a very unusual weapon such as the Razor for its unique appearance but the same can't be said for the [Ebony Blade] and the [Ebony Mail].

     The infamous Razor was known to be the weapon that can kill with one scratch. Jon can indeed scratch them as he is the kind of opponent they need to sacrifice a few fingers to take him down.

     "I'll support you from behind." The Green Lady retreated and started casting a lot of protection on the Altmer woman.

     [Stone Skin], [Accelerate], [Hasten], [Empower] and [Healing].

     "Hey, that dirty!" Jon said.

     "Is it?" The Green Lady smirked.

     Jon refused to play by their own rules and put his touch on the fight.

     "Greed, do your thing."

     In Jon's hand was Mehrunes Razor, [Greed] which was acting as a cape moved on its own and entered the Razor.

     The two women could see the strange anomaly and saw a weirder scene afterward.

     The Razor which is a wide-bladed dagger changed to a very thin-bladed short sword with a delicate grip and a small guard maintaining its theme.

     "What is that?" They asked.

     "There is only one way to find out. WULD NAH KEST!" (Whirlwind Fury Tempest)

     Jon used the [Whirlwind Sprint] while aiming the weapon forward. His speed was unimaginable as he reached the Altmer woman.

     She put a hasty guard but what happened next scared the ever-living out of her. The small blade in Jon's hand pierced through the first layer of protection put by Norril, the second layer put by her, the Bound Greatsword she blocked with, the Elven breastplate she put on and the layers of fabric under it straight to her heart.

     It was sure death moment that awakened a very terrible trauma.

     The blade pierced the same spot that carried a grave scare from almost a thousand years ago.

     A terrible fright possessed the Elven Ancestor as she felt the blade piercing through her skin. She used her own energy to blow herself backward away from Jon and Jon away from her.

     In her state, she flew backward with no balance and crashed in a bad shape paler than a sheet of paper.

     *Swoosh*

     "Give up!"

     The [Ebony Blade] was right in front of her neck as she was kneeling down with a line of blood dripping from the side of her lips.

     "Great Ancestor!" The Green Lady freaked out.

     "Don't." Jon warned her by putting the sword closer.

     The Altmer woman didn't seem to be surrendering even in this state.

     "You better kill me while you have the chance." She said.

     "Believe me, I have every chance and all rights but that isn't worth it. I'm not the conqueror who broke you, I'm just some mercenary investigating something when that green bitch decided I am some sort of a criminal." Jon said.

     She looked at him with resentment.

     "Show me your face. Your true face." She said.

     Jon felt unpleasant but so he did. He put away both [Krilon] and [Lust].

     Long red hair, blue eyes, light beard, and a young handsome face.

     "... How old are you?" She asked.

     "19."

     "Shut up!"

     "Blasphemy!"

     Both the Green Lady and the Altmer woman denied it right off.

     They were defeated by 19 years old human. Their ages combined are almost a hundred times his age.

     "Surrendering or not? I don't want to kill you, Lady." Jon said.

     The woman hated surrendering even more but she no longer had the will to fight. He is too young to be the Monster she faced. He also had a different looks and manner of speech.

     That was not another one of those ghosts of Tiber Septim that haunted her for centuries.

     "Even among the ones I know, you are a Monster among the Monsters. I capitulate."

     "Thank you."

     Jon put his sword away immediately.

     He fought against an Altmer Ancestor, not only did he live to tell the tale but he managed to make her admit defeat.

     His knees almost gave in but her remained on by sheer willpower.

     "Norril, Great Ances…" The sound of a running beast came by as a gigantic Senche-Raht stopped not far from them and a Khajiit on it.

     He saw the situation from afar and his jaw dropped.

     "Topaz is here." The Green Lady looked to the side and recognized the man.

     After him, a fast carriage drove by fast followed by a number of Dominion Soldiers.

     Isha came out followed by the rest.

     "Krilon, you alright?" Miranda and Mirren hurried to Jon but froze in front of the Altmer Ancestor.

     The situation was a bit tense for some reason but Jon gave a hand for the Altmer woman and helped her stand up to break the tension.

     "I hope that you remain true to your word." He said.

     "I will." She spoke.

     "Teacher." The Khajiit named Topaz jumped off the Senche-Raht he was on and hurried to her.

     "Enough, I am fine." She said and dismissed his worries.

     Isha came near Jon and spoke to him.

     "There is an update on the situation after we met the Mane." She said.

     "The Mane? Where?"

     Isha pointed to the Khajiit called Topaz.

     "The Mane is called Topaz? Did they run out of names?" Jon wondered

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     "That's not what matters now. We came across a messenger on the way here. Zain appeared in Silvenar City an hour ago." She said.

     "Wa… shit!" Jon almost wanted to slap everyone around.

     "He broke into the graht-oak of Silvenar and some fight happened but he disappeared. We need to go now." She said.

     "Wait! What's going on? Who is that Zain?" The Green Lady asked.

     "The one we are after… the Troll Skull man that almost killed your husband, dimwit." Jon replied with an irritated face.

     She lost all the composer and the air of a Green Lady then suddenly Teleported from her place.

     "Wait! Norril." The Altmer woman tried to stop her but she felt weak due to Jon's last attack.

     "Easy, teacher." Mane Topaz supported her.

     The situation was somehow dependant on her so she swallowed her pain.

     "That man… you are after. He attacked Thoron, the Silvenar." She spoke to Jon.

     "I know. We are trying to stop him as well. If Silvenar Thoron is poisoned by his spear, we can help with that." Jon said and Isha nodded.

     "Can this one asks for your help then?" Mane Topaz asked.

     "As long as we are promised safety inside Silvenar." Jon said.

     "You have this one's word." The Mane said.

     "Let's not waste time then."

     Everyone moved out, the Mane supported the Altmer Ancestor to his Senche-Raht and Isha woke Mirren and Miranda up by a snap of her fingers telling them to hurry up.

     Jon took a deep breath and moved the last looking at the blade in his hand.

     ———————————

     [Mehrunes Needle]

     - Paralysis Poison Damage

     - Instant Kill Chance (2%)

     - Fortify Dagger Skill

     - Skip Protection (Greed Effect)

     ———————————

     It was the perfect weapon for an assassin no matter what but that woman was very lucky.

     He looked at his other hand.

     ———————————

     [Old Man's Coin]

     - Fortify Luck

     ———————————

     It was in tails. Jon hated tails.

     "Sigh! Not my lucky day it seems."

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     "What pisses me off is that we were right on his tail then when we were this close… this close, I tell you… we find ourselves a Green Lady, a Mane and an Altmer Ancestor picking fights with us all in the same bloody hour."

     "..." "..." "..."

     "Now I don't know what to call this but you guys have a big hole in your tree. I love holes… not in trees… but that's not a hole I like."

     Jon turned around to the Mane, Lady and Ancestor in question. The three looked upset being scolded out in the open like that but no one replied at Jon.

     "Zain has disappeared… again." Isha said as she walked out of the central gigantic graht-oak in the middle of the city of Silvenar.

     "What about the Thoron?" The Green Lady Norril asked.

     "He is stable now. He'll get better in a few days with rest. He is also asking to see you." Isha said.

     Just as she said so, Norril let out a long sigh of relief. Not sure how but when she breathed, the tense atmosphere around the city eased up by a lot and the trees felt like breathing too.

     Jon looked around to observe this phenomenon then looked at the Green Lady as she was running in the central tree.

     "What was that just now?" He asked.

     "That's the ability of the Green Lady." The Mane said. "Norril can control more than just some Green Magic and Illusions, she is the personification of the Bosmeri raw wildness and passion of their primal past."

     "Meaning?"

     "She is connected to the forest and the beasts. The Silvenar is more of a Civilized personification of the Culture and Politics so they call him the [Voice of the People], she is more of the Emotions in this regard."

     "That explains why she had a short fuse and attacked me on sight." Jon nodded.

     "Well, I am glad you understand but there is a point to her short temper. The Green Lady has a bestial nature, if the Silvenar is killed, her bestial nature is irrevocably unleashed and her fury turns on all those who are involved in his until she joins him in death. Thoron being hurt this time didn't cause much of a mayhem but she went on a real rampage with you. This one is sorry for letting you handle her on your own."

     "It's okay."

     Jon said with a tired face.

     If the Green Lady goes coco every time the Silvenar gets hurt, it is a miracle that this country is still standing."

     The Altmer woman ignored their conversation and arrived near the great Graht-Oak of Silvenar.

     "The tree will recover but I don't know what to make of this. Which room did this blast come from?" She looked to the side asking a Bosmer officer.

     "It is the treasury room, my Lady."

     "What was stolen?" She asked.

     "... Nothing we know of, my lady."

     "Nothing? Nothing at all?" She questioned.

     "According to the prior investigation, all the treasury items and coffers were sealed as they should be. We don't know what was taken." The officer confirmed. "Only Lord Silvenar knows the content of the treasury in detail."

     The group looked to one another and seemed to be in a dilemma.

     "What do you make of this?" The Altmer Ancestor turned to Jon.

     "Only the Silvenar can tell. I want to conduct my own investigation if possible but I'll wait for permission." Jon said.

     In fact, he has already sent Nefertiti to see what happened.

     "What about you, Topaz?" She asked the Mane.

     "This one agrees with the Nord, it is not good to wait while a criminal is on the run and some item can be exposed but we need to maintain a wise line of thoughts and learn that our opponent is cunning and strong." The Mane said.

     The Altmer Ancestor nodded and kept thinking.

     "Hey." Jon called the Mane.

     "Yes." The Mane turned to him.

     "As the High Fluff of the Khajiit Society, why are you called Topaz." Jon asked.

     "That's not really much of an interesting story, friend. This one's Teacher, which is the Great Ancestor over here was the one who gave him that name. You see… this one's mother hoped that this one becomes a Senche or a Raht so she called him Two-Paws, however, this one became a Mane instead so he changed his name to fit the title. And that's how this one became Topaz." Mane Topaz said.

     "That's a touching story." Jon said.

     "Only an idiot like you will feel anything from that." Isha retorted from the back.

     It was then when a guard came from the Silvenar's Graht-Oak.

     "The Lord and Lady wish to speak, all present guests can enter."

     The group nodded to one another and decided to go in. This was the opportunity to investigate what happened. The Altmer Ancestor went in followed by the Mane but as soon as Jon walked in, he was stopped.

     "The Mercenaries are to hand over their weapons. Swords, Spears, Staves and Daggers… especially Daggers. Orders of the Lady." The Guard said.

     "Are you fuc…" Isha was lashing out but Jon spoke.

     "Okay."

     He took out the [Ebony Blade], [Pride] and [Mehrunes Razor]. He simply tossed them at the guard and walked past him. The rest saw Jon being Jon and understood there is no threat. If things came to worst, he has an armory to power up an army all around one finger.

     The Mane seemed interested in Jon.

     "You are really interesting, Nord Friend. Mind if this one asks for a spar?" He said as he led Jon inside the graht-oak.

     "None at all. But I just defeated a Green Lady and an Altmer Ancestor."

     "Please!" The Mane snorted, "Norril is an Illusionist and from what I can imagine, you are strong towards Illusions."

     "You are not wrong."

     "And Lady A… Teacher is not at the level of an Actual Ancestor."

     "What do you mean?"

     "An Ancestor is someone who lived long and saw beyond the world. She did but she was injured and never recovered. She is greatly weakened compared to other Ancestors."

     "Is that so?"

     "Believe it or not, friend. Ancestors are nothing you or this one can compare to. Now, how about a spar."

     "I'll pass."

     "Ugh! Suit yourself."

     The group climbed the graht-oak from inside, truth be told, living inside a tree didn't look that interesting for the mono-colored decorations. Floor made of wood, walls made of wood, ceiling made of wood. But there were at least some window and the lighting was installed by torchbugs

     From one window, Jon could see all Silvenar from above. The city was just a big forest made of trees and some sheds made of hide and bones. Bosmer weren't much of fabric makers as they don't use plant-based materials.

     On top of the uniqueness of this city and its towering trees, Silvenar has a wide history that dates back to the Merethic Era. The first Silvenar and the first Green Lady were a childless couple who tended the eldest and most ancient tree, blessed by Y'ffre himself, as their own offspring.

     It was later when the graht-oak of Silvenar, like the one of Elden Root, was seeded by the one in Falinesti. Since that time, Silvenar was the holiest city of the Green-Pact Bosmer as it was founded or occupied by the first of the Silvenar and his followers.

     This city has witnessed history long and wide from the Golden Age of the Ayleid, the Alessian Slave Rebellion, the Unification of Valenwood, the First, Second, Third and Fourth Empires, the First, Second and Third Aldmeri Dominions.

     If these trees could speak, and they can, fascinating voids in the pages of history can be filled.

     "We have arrived." The voice of the Jaqspur Guard woke Jon from his daydream.

     Outside the central graht-oak were normal Dominion Soldiers but inside and in vital and holy places exist the Jaqspurs, personal guards of the Silvenar. Their outfit is made entirely of leather accented with bone.

     The Altmer Ancestor led the path to a certain room followed by the rest. There, the Green Lady received them.

     "Where is Thoron?"

     "He is resting."

     Looking at the room, Jon figured out it is the treasury room for the big hole that was open in its wall. This graht-oak was a powerful tree known for its magic resistance, opening such a whole required some formidable artifact.

     "That's a nasty looking hole." Jon remarked.

     "Some sort of Flame Magic was used, we are not sure what it was." Norril said.

     "What happened to the rest of the items?" Jon inquired why the treasury was empty.

     "We wanted to take inventory of our belongings while you mercenaries conduct your own investigation. We will inform you what item is missing if we see fit." Norril said.

     "If you are cooperating with us, I suggest you at least show some honesty."

     "Outsider, the only reason why you are here is that we know that you know more than us regarding the Criminal. We want him chained and dragged for execution." Norril said with hostility.

     "I'm afraid that won't be possible." Isha stormed towards Norril.

     "Easy there!" Mirren held her up. "Sorry, she has her personal grudge here."

     Mirren's words were cunning and removed suspicions.

     "I appreciate you saving my husband, Redguard. I plan to reward you but that man attacked my husband in our land so I plan to make an example of him." Norril wasn't backing down in regards to Zain.

     "Fine." Jon replied, "You can have him."

     "Krilon." Isha turned to Jon with an angry face but Mirren whispered to her.

     "Leave it to him."

     Isha reluctantly walked away.

     "Now, Mercenary. Care to inform us what you know. I promise you a full pardon for attacking me and a reward if your cooperation led to the arrest of the criminal Zain."

     "Bleh! A pardon for what again?"

     "You!"

     "Just let me do my work. Can I cast some spells." He asked.

     Norril didn't like Jon one bit but he was strong… very strong. The Altmer Ancestor nodded to her.

     "You are permitted."

     "Thanks." Jon said with a nasty smile as he snapped his fingers and [Pride] appeared in it.

     "This?" (Norril)

     "Oh my." (The Ancestor)

     "Pffft!" (Topaz)

     By Norril's orders, Jon should have handed over his weapons before he enters the tree but some things were hard to make Jon do.

     Jon took the cape on his shoulders which is [Greed], reformed it into a large ball and stuffed his left hand in. He had the Cube in his left hand and from it, he took out the [Elder Scroll of Sun].

     The reason why he did so was to never show it to the ones around him.

     He then positioned the head of Pride inside [Greed] towards the Elder Scroll and evoked a very powerful spell that seemed to be using a ton of Magicka. The level of the spell was at least a Master Spell. Golden light came out through [Greed] and started overtaking the room in a flash before it disappears. Jon then hurriedly hid [Greed] and the Elder Scroll.

     Once everything returned to normal, everyone opened their eyes to see the room as it was with only one exception. Part of the reality fabric in front of Jon was acting up as if existence was bending itself.

     A Temporal Flux. The same technique Jon used when he first investigated the Alik'r Desert.

     "Gods!"

     "Moons Mercy!"

     Those who knew what it was stepped back right away. The Altmer Ancestor was in a shocked face herself.

     "Let's see. According to the report, the intruder was here two hours ago. This means… here… right."

     Jon cast some spells towards the Flux and golden particles flew around the room forming an image of something that shouldn't be here.

     The past.

     Jon tuned it forward and backward until they found an image of Zain.

     "Here you are."

     The image showed that Zain walked in this room which was filled with all sorts of treasures. He ignored them all and headed somewhere near the tree wall. He then used his spear to open the wall and take some sort of a staff out. The image wasn't clear so no one recognized the staff but as soon as he took it, he aimed towards an outer wall and blew it up. He then jumped and through the hole, opened up a portal and escaped.

     Jon ended the image here and dissolved the Temporal Flux with easy.

     "Now, First Lady of Valenwood, mind telling us what that was?" He asked.

     All eyes landed on Norril whose face was white with shock. She looked between the Altmer Ancestor and the Mane.

     "I… I have no idea." She said.

     "What?"

     "I beg your pardon."

     The two reacted negatively. The Green Lady is the Forest, if the trees do not talk to her then something must be wrong.

     "At first… the tree was not replying so I thought they are taking their time, they always do." She said, "It is… the tree is refusing to answer."

     Jon didn't know what this means but it seemed serious.

     Norril walked to the place where Zain retrieved a staff from the tree. The place was fully closed as if the tree hurriedly healed it.

     Norril kept checking while speaking to the tree.

     "Why are you hiding this from me? You don't hide anything… it is me… don't take long please."

     She spoke like a child conversing her angry parent but Jon soon lost interest

     The Altmer Ancestor walked away too and arrived at the place where Zain opened up to and started analyzing the space.

     "Norril."

     Suddenly, the voice of a man called for the Green Lady.

     At the treasury's door was a tall man with a medium brown beard. He had two wooden twigs growing from his head like antlers.

     "Thoron?"

     Norril reacted to him right away.

     "You should be in bed." She said.

     "No… tell me! What did he take?"

     The Silvenar, head of Valenwood walked in weakly with a grim face.

     "There. But the tree won't tell me." Norril said.

     Silvenar Thoron paused in his place and let out a pained "No."

     "Thoron, what is wrong? Do you know anything?" Norril asked.

     "I… I am sorry… I made a pact with the tree to keep a secret." Thorn said.

     Thoron made a sorry face but Norril was shocked.

     "To keep a secret… from me?" She said.