Ok ladies and gentlemen, I feel bad for neglecting this story for any stretch of time so I have decided to give you all a fair chunk of the chapter to make me feel better. It is a large read but I hope it will be worth your time. Tell me what you think

My shaking hands felt around me for my lost blade. I watched as Taillus drew in deep breaths obviously glad that he finally tracked me down. I still had no clue how I was going to even scratch his armor but I knew I was going to have to hurt him somehow. I could feel the blood rushing from my limbs and face, making my body cold as ice even in the oftentimes overwhelming heat of Oblivion.

“There will be no talking…No speech and no bragging. I will kill you after torturing you longer than you can stand plain and simple.” Taillus growls as he watches me on my knees not even two feet away.

What troubled me the most is that he seemed to be free of the mocking voice of Molag Bal inside his head. If this was so, then he would be free from interruption allowing him to fully focus on ripping me to shreds. The very thought of engaging him in battle made my skin crawl. Every wound he caused, every injury dealt at his hands began to pain once again as I slowly climbed to my feet. I grabbed my katana and held it tight, hoping my fear wouldn’t cause me to drop it again and I looked squarely into his blood red eyes.

I watch as he unbuckles his cuirass as well as unlatching a pauldron and sleeve of his armor. The whole sleeve of his Daedric armor falls to the floor beside him, rattling between us. I remembered that he preferred using only half of his armor because it shows his cockiness and allows him to move better. My theory proved correct when the whole cuirass fell off his chest before Taillus cracks his neck in anticipation.

Just as I was about to launch a surprise attack, Taillus attempted the same. He lunged forward, catching me totally unawares and sending me sprawling backwards with a speedy backhand to my face. His speed was unbelievable and his strength was exactly as I remembered if not even greater. Just as I stopped rolling from his introductory attack, I watched with my head spinning as he leapt in the air, hoping to crack my skull more than likely.

I was barely able to roll away and I gasped in horror as his armored gauntlet plowed through the rough black tiles of the floor splintering the thick rock like tiles in an explosion of debris. Thick rock dust clouded the both of us after the attack allowing me to quickly scramble back to my feet once again but without even missing a beat, I watched as the silhouette of Taillus broke free a large piece of the floor and hurled it like a jagged Frisbee on a direct course for my neck.

I ducked as quick as I could and felt the sting of the rock tearing through my armor as it peeled away the plating that covered my back but that was the least of my worries as Taillus burst through the cloud of dust and kicked at my head as I was dodging the floor piece. I managed to raise an arm in defense but it hardly mattered. I could feel the bone breaking in my forearm before Taillus picked me up by my neck and tossed me at the wall behind me.

This was impossible. How am I even going to survive this, let alone defeat this demon. Taillus was finely tuned and bent on my destruction…but maybe not as finely tuned as I had originally thought. I watched after coming to my senses as he approached me but quickly brought his hand to his mouth before coughing violently. I could see blood trickling from his fingers as the coughing continued.

Taillus was looking really sick, and as underhanded as it was, I thought that catching him while in this state might be my only chance. My mind scrambled for a spell that would come in handy but spells have been incredibly hard to conjure ever since Taillus and I switched bodies. I was going to have to learn to come out of this rut if I ever wish to see the light of day in Cyrodiil again.

I managed to remember a lightening spell that could potentially put him down for the count. It was a spell I used to light up Nord Barbarians back in Northern Vvardenfel. I thought for a second as I ran towards Taillus who was still coughing badly. I smiled victoriously as my hands lit up blue with magicka before releasing large tendrils of electric energy that wrapped around Taillus making him convulse in pain.

It was still not enough as I was met with a blast of his own magicka in retaliation. Blood trickled down the side of his mouth as he practically roared while a large wave of fire energy screamed in my direction. Without even thinking, I closed my eyes remembering a fire protection spell and held out my hands to meet the spell wincing as it rolled around my body. I could feel heat but my protection spell must have worked because the wall behind me was charred badly. I should have been baked where I stood.

I must say that Taillus brings out the best in me. Fighting literally for ones life would probably bring out the best in anyone but it is as true as it gets. Fighting him was forcing me to remember the spells I was unable to conjure otherwise and all of this quick thinking and instinctive moves revived my knowledge, revived my entire library of spells I worked so hard to memorize!

Taillus quickly ran to the mangled Daedroth skeleton and pulled free the daedric broadsword that he obviously used a time ago to dismiss the previous keeper of the Sigil Stone. He uttered something mildly witty along the lines of needing the weapon back if the ill-fated Daedroth didn’t mind and I sprinted forward in hopes to catch him flatfooted as he was releasing the blade.

I was met with a harsh elbow to the collar bone stopping me in my tracks and almost bringing me to my knees in pain while also allowing him the few seconds he needed to release his broadsword. I had to think of how easy this would be if it wasn’t for Taillus. A Daedroth as a Sigil Stone bodyguard would have only been a minor setback, this…this was catastrophic! I managed to sidestep and dodge the swift attacks from Taillus noting that he was obviously still shaken from his recent coughing fit. I had to wonder what was happening in that body of his but had little time to piece anything together as I was quickly beaten with the flat of the broadsword as punishment for not keeping my mind on the fight.

My broken arm was really keeping me out of the game and I was sure he broke something other than my cuirass with his last attack as well. I was in danger of losing my life but I knew it wasn’t going to be quick just as he promised. I was certain that my body was going to give up soon under the sheer power that is Taillus but just as he was about to take another swing, the doors that I had only minutes before used to gain entry to this room flew open revealing my Nord friend.

“Let my friend be you filthy Daedric Demon!” The Nord shouts as he points his blade in our direction. I rolled my eyes as Taillus turned on his heels to meet the source of the comment. A smile creeps across his face before he burst into hysterical laughter. I had to say that I couldn’t blame him. The Nord was hardy and tough but I am sure Taillus at ten years of age could have had him begging for mercy.

“Terribly sorry friend. I apologize sincerely for pummeling your friend. Let me make it up to you both by giving up.” Taillus laughs as he walks toward the Nord. The leader of the Bruma army quickly realized the caliber of my tormentor as a black miasma crept around Taillus’ body revealing a brewing fear attack. Taillus was going to scare the Nord to death! I had to end this quickly. I shouted to the Nord, ordering him to throw his amulet in my direction. I quickly grabbed a jagged, broken rib from the Daedroth skeleton and sprinted to catch the airborne amulet.

The Nord hauled off his amulet and tossed it over Taillus’ head. I readied a spell as I ran at them and cast it as soon as he turned around to catch the soaring piece of jewelry. Taillus was surprised with a quick and intense light magic that blinded him, He cried out in pain before covering his eyes in an attempt to shield himself from the burning light that robbed him of his sight giving me just enough time to catch the amulet, whip it around my neck and let it charge.

Taillus frantically swung at me but without knowing where I was, he was easy to avoid, Just as the light spell wore off allowing Taillus to see, the familiar red of the strength fortification from the amulet circled my body. With not even a second to spare, I jumped, pulled back my usable arm that was armed with the broken bone of the Daedroth and buried it deeply into Taillus’ right shoulder.

The force of the action along with the fortification of my strength made the bone sink deeply into his non armored skin. Taillus screamed in agony as more blood trickled out of his mouth. I decided to take advantage of the still active enchantment by planting a few good punches at his abdomen and to my amazement, the mighty Taillus went down for the count.

My arm was still broken, and paining badly. Plus I was certain that my ribs have suffered as well as my shoulder blades and back. Taillus had definitely done a number on me but I was still standing and he was not. It was a better ending than I could have ever wished for and now it was time for me to grab that Sigil Stone and get out of here. The Nord and I both went up the winding catwalk and stood before the stone. It was finally over and was time to leave this place.

“Who was that beast of a man my friend?” The Nord asks shakily as we crested the top of the catwalk to meet the waiting Sigil Stone, our way out of this nightmare. I told him vaguely that he was an old “Friend” who was more dangerous than any other living mortal man. The Nord questions him being mortal and with good reason, I was barely sure he was still human myself.

I motioned for the Nord to grab the Sigil Stone while I drowned myself in healing magics. It was unlike me but unless one feels the pain caused by Taillus then I would suggest not judging. I also felt that the Nord deserved to finish closing this gate considering him even making it here was astonishing I gave him the honor and he nodded before quickly snatching the stone from its perch obviously as eager to escape this place as myself.

Intense, that's all I had to say. Intense. It is surprising Taillus got beaten this time by muscles instead of Magicka. I loved it.

That was quite the battle. I could really feel the sense of desparation in Xander. I almost thought that Nord was done for as well. It was cool to implement that strength amulet though.

I have a feeling that isn't going to be the last that we see Taillus though...

That...was...intense. I found myself holding my breath, and had to remember to breathe. I agree with the Mallet; I'm sure we see Taillus again.

Great work Taillus, amazing fight scenes as always. I really liked this reunion with Taillus because it brings back memories of your old story and makes me think of how Taillus was corrupted and how powerful he became. I also liked the way Taillus' power was displayed and how he was defeated...just amazing.

Keep up the awesome work and I imagine this isn't the last we'll see of Taillus. I'm off to read Taillus' story again now.

So here we are, another update but just remember with Clash of the Titans well on its way and due to begin any time I may have to slack on this story a tad to make full certain that the Clash goes on without a hitch. Jack has been doing an amazing job hosting and organizing the event and im sure it will be flawless but I think it is our duty as active writers in this forum to see to it that this event goes as strongly as it possibly can. But without further ado...

The familiar feeling of transporting back from Oblivion is a feeling that I will never forget as long as I shall live. The sickness of being spun by the ankles by a titan ogre for minutes on end is possibly the only reasonable description in my eyes. You come back dizzy, disoriented and sick to your stomach worse than any other time you can recall. My Nord friend and I are catapulted back to the gate’s entrance and we roll to a stop at the feet of the remaining soldiers from Bruma who had been fighting as hard outside the gate as we were while inside.

“Congratulations men, you have succeeded! We are victorious!” A nameless fighter shouts as two other armored men help us to our feet. A smile crosses my face as I notice a few armored men from the Blades had quickly rushed to aid the city in my absence. I also saw a third body that had come from the closing gate. It was our archer friend and miraculously enough, he was stirring. I thought that I might still be in a less-than-stable state of mind but my eyes were not deceiving me, the young archer that I had watched fall to his death was apparently alive and well.

The Nord was quick to question his state and we were relieved to hear his fall was stopped short when he managed to grab a rope that was dangling a decaying corpse by the neck along the side of the middle tower. I remembered that this was an all too common sight in Oblivion and it serves as warning to any intruders. I congratulated him on his luck and expressed my joy that he was still among the living before the three of us were cordially invited back to castle Bruma for a note of thanks from the countess herself.

After receiving a well deserved pat on the back I was also invited by my Nord friend to a local inn where the bar was offering free drinks to the saviors of the city. I knew I had plenty to do but I wasn’t about to turn down spending some time with the two people that had risked their lives to go along with me all just to learn how to close gates themselves. These two men were braver than most and I wanted to make sure that they knew that!

The night flew by us as we talked about our lives and what brought us to where we met at the gate. I was intrigued by the stories I heard and while all agreed that my battle with Taillus and how I managed to switch bodies and trap him in hell was by far the most…interesting, I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the trials of others and how they overcame them.

The Nord, who I now know as Dimir grew up right here in Bruma and once saved the whole city from a pack of starving wolves. The patrons of the bar vouch for the story by saying that he didn’t even feel he had time to dress in his armor, he simply ran outside in the freezing cold in his underwear and a hand axe, the wolves didn’t stand the slightest chance.

I also learned that Dimir had raised the young wood elf archer after finding the infant on his doorstep abandoned late one night. The wood elf that chose the name Cerwin himself when he was five years of age grew to be a perfect compliment in battle to his adoptive father. Dimir was the frontline fighter while Cerwin watched his back with a hawk’s eye aim and a perfect proficiency with a bow that is second to none.

The pair had defended Bruma from many evils over the years and have definitely made names for themselves. They knew that in learning how to close the gates to Oblivion, they were now fully prepared for anything that hopes to harm their fair city and for that I commend them. Just as I was about to leave and head back to my small room at Cloud Ruler Temple, I was approached by the innkeeper who wished to see me stay in town overnight at no charge. I was given the finest room the inn had to offer as well as means to clean myself up and a change of clothes while my garments were cleaned by the inn staff and my armor was repaired and polished by the local smith. I had to say that these people really knew how to make a stay comfortable but I felt badly for them refusing to take any sort of compensation.

I was informed that this is how they treat heroes and that I was certainly worthy of the title. The Inn keeper also continued to say that money wasn’t as important here and that helping your neighbors was far more favorable than striking it rich. I sighed, wishing the majority of the cities here were like that but it seemed that no one could function without the familiar glitter of currency. I decided that there were more potent evils than this and that I would have to let it all go as to not bring myself from this good mood.

As I finished cleaning up, mending my broken and sore body as I soaked in a wooden tub full of hot water my mind began wandering as it often does. I wondered how things will be now that I know Taillus is alive and relatively well. I was positive that my attack that brought him down didn’t kill him, I was smarter than that. What scared me the most was in knowing that he really didn’t belong in Oblivion. So did that mean that he was kicked out with the destruction of that gate? Rules are rules after all and I am sure no exceptions are made in that case; and in that case, this means that Taillus may very well be roaming the country side as I sit here thinking about it.

The very thought made my bones ache and I shivered in fear despite the almost scalding water I was in. I had no time to be pampered here and while I enjoyed it thoroughly and appreciate the work in mending my armor, I was going to have to leave tonight. Taillus probably never sleeps so I am going to have to find someone who can tell me where exactly he is hiding so I can do the best I can to strike him down…somehow!

Hooray! The archer lives! And now we have some names for them, which is rather cool. I find it interesting that you left them without names while they inflitrated Oblivion, of course, they probably didn't really have time for introductions...

Excellent update Taillus. I too, fear the possible arrival of Taillus on Tamriel. Things will certainly start to get messy.

That was one lucky archer, sometimes luck is all you need I guess. Great description of the travel from oblivion back to the world as well Taillus. Good attention to detail and well designed so that the story flows from chapter to chapter accordingly.

Keep up the work on this story, I'll be waiting4updates.

Note from Mehrunes Dagon to his Dremora:

It has recently come to my oversized ears that a Bosmer, falling to his most painful death, has managed to survive by grabbing one of the ropes we use to hang up our corpses. While I must agree that the sight is most pleasing to the eyes and scares the mortals, it has hereby been decided by my architect that it has to change. After long discussion, we agreed that the corpses would remain, only the rope shall be replaced by barbed wire coated in poison. Please see to it that the changes are made as soon as possible. Thank you.

PS: I AM YOUR LORD AND IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I SAY WITHIN TEN MINUTES AFTER READING THIS NOTE, YOU WILL BE HUNG UP BY A BARBED WIRE PERSONALLY!



Goody, now that's a heroes welcome. And yeah, Taillus on the loose sounds bad.

Alright here we go with another update. Hope you all like it!

Rumor has it that the Arcane University has been working on a project ever since the emperor was murdered. A way of communicating with the other provinces so that a faster form of communication could be utilized and taken advantage of as far as sending warnings instantly to alert officials in let’s say Vvardenfel for example.

It is a wonderful idea that could prove pivotal in coming months, I just hope that the Arcane university can alter it so that we can use this person’s powerful mental capabilities to track down Taillus. It might just wind up my only chance to find him and I had little to no time to work with. I decided to leave that moment, gather my gear, thank the innkeeper for such royal hospitality and be on my way. Time and Taillus doesn’t sleep and unfortunately that means that I cannot either. I shook the hand of the smith that repaired my damaged armor and expressed my gratitude to both him and the innkeeper before jogging to the stables to pick up my horse…

The sun was barely in sight, leaving only hues of blues and purples to crest the mountaintops signifying its inevitable return. The stars and moon stubbornly hang around trying to retain their place in the sky for even a few more minutes, it was the struggle of dawn and it was beautiful. I sat atop my trusty horse as it galloped its way to the Arcane University in Imperial City. Riding horseback gave me time to think about things and while sometimes I was afraid to be left alone with my thoughts, I was actually feeling optimistic for a change.

Taillus was alive and relatively well but I was feeling more confident in my own skills as a Battle-mage and I began to realize that if I died today, I would still be remembered as a hero. I have saved many lives and I have impacted the lives of others. People know me by my first name and consider me a savior. Not many can say this as being true in themselves. I have accomplished many things and while I plan to do more, plan to finish what has been started, I could die relatively happy with myself.

The sprawling Imperial City began to reveal itself as I crested a large upward hill before gaining access to what was on the other side. Even though it was a cesspool of semi-corrupt officers and often-times lined with the poor, sick and hungry it was still quite a beautiful city. With a tower you can honestly see from almost anywhere in Cyrodiil, beautiful, breath taking gardens, nice architecture and of course, my favorite, the Arcane University it really makes an impression on first-time visitors.

The steel gates are swung open for me by two battle mages in their light grey armor and navy blue hoods. Waiting at the front steps for me was two young scholars that had heard through others that I had entered town not only minutes previous. The Arcane University was very accommodating and took a particular liking to me after they learned that I was a well respected Battle Mage from Vvardenfel.

As I set foot on the first stair leading to the doors to the Lobby of the University I was greeted by a friend of mine. Hannial Traven is one that may express the “I remember you when you were this tall.” Quote when speaking to me because I had the chance to meet him when I was slotted to create and train the Blue Lions. He guided me during his visit to Vvardenfel and made sure that we were off to as best a start as we could have. A very nice man with a very warm heart who is also an accomplished mage even though one would seldom see him use his skills in battle…anymore.

Hannial wrapped his arm around my shoulder and invited me for a full tour of the campus considering that my last visit was short-lived when I was trying to uncover the Mythic Dawn. I explained that my visit may again be short and that I had a favor to ask him and his scholars.

After briefing him on the details of my situation I asked him solemnly if he could recommend anyone with the skills to track my nemesis down. I was hoping that through his extensive network of allies and comrades he could think of someone with enough mental capacity and prowess in the Telepathic arts to aid me and to my relief, he managed to determine who I could ask for help.

“This is going to be a long shot but we do have a lady that has been of service to the University and the Mage’s Guild for many, many years. She is not on the payroll though so she has no obligation to do anything for anyone. She has been away from the public eye for quite some time and only communicates with us on rare occasion via a young messenger that she trusts to deliver messages. I can give you the location my dear friend but I give you no promises. She lives due north of here in a large construct known as Frostcraig Spire. Her name is Aeriandala, an elderly dunmer woman. Hopefully she can be of help to you my son.” Hannial explains as he slowly creaks into a sitting position before resting on a bench.

I thank him dearly and shake his hand with the promise that when this is all over, I will be able to spend the time I have been dreaming to spend on the beautiful campus and bid my farewells to the students.

Yup, Taillus makes things only worse. Man, one crisis was more than enough to keep everyone busy. I hope that our old lady feels like helping Xander.

I also hope that she will help, but I fear for her. If Taillus discovers who it is that is tracking him, she might become a target. If she does, I hope she has more that magical tracking skills up her sleeve.

I feel a sense of building anxiety within myself knowing that Taillus is possibly lurking around each corner.

I certainly agree with the above statements. I hope this Dunmer helps out Xander. I have a feeling she'll want some sort a favour though... They always do. Well, almost always do.

I wanted to see to the end of this chapter before the day's end because my baby tabby kitten Bailey is sick so I will have to take her to the Vet I may not get a chance to updat till the new week so I thought I would post this for you all right now. I have already composed the complete fifth chapter and am well on my way through chapter six. By any luck I will be into chapter seven or eight by midweek but you will have to wait as I catch up with myself. Here is the end of Chapter Four. Enjoy!

PS. It is a big update so be prepared. I suggest a tall drink.



Almost half a day later I leap off my horse landing on the snowy mountainous region that Frostcraig Spire is located. With the fierce, biting winds and a treacherous, blowing snow squall it would make my search for the tower next to impossible if one wasn’t exactly sure where they were going. Luckily Hannial was dead on with his mark and it led me just at the front steps to the Spire. My paint horse waited patiently behind and I gave him a good pat on the mane for sticking with me like a good friend. I promised him I would be back shortly and took a deep breath of cold, northern air before pushing the large, circular door open leading me inside.

After wiping the semi-melted snow from my eyes I was treated to an amazing sight. In Frostcraig’s main lobby was a wide, round pool of frozen water with an ill-fated frost Antronach trapped beneath the surface. Its hand was the only thing above the ice and in its opened palm rested a thick red book opened to just about the middle. Written in familiar handwriting was “Guest – Xander Moorcroft, questions about a madman on the loose.” It almost knocked me off my feet and what was the most odd is that I was certain it was my handwriting.

Standing in the entryway to the next room was a seemingly young dunmer woman with dark grey-blue skin that was as fair and flawless as a young girl, with deep red hair that was kept neatly in a fancy ponytail complimented by an elegant crimson and gold robe with a large hood that rested neatly upon her shoulders.

“That always baffles my visitors. Please excuse my antics Xander, you see I do not get many visitors here.” The dunmer woman almost whispers in a tranquil voice. I chuckle lightly, still shaken by such an act and follow after Aeriandala invites me deeper into her breathtaking home.

“Welcome Xander, to Frostcraig Spire. I can tell your time is precious so I will have to give you the grand tour at a later time. I feel that you are interested and thus you are quite welcome back here if you so happen to survive your next encounter with Taillus.” She states before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

Before I even have a chance to reply, she explains her ability to “know” and “see” many things but there are still some things, some events that remain open to change depending on how a person acts and reacts. I was eager to listen to everything this woman had to say and I could tell I was in for quite a visit.

“Xander, I have been following the man you know as Taillus ever since he had arrived in our great Province. I know that you have done everything you can to stop him but I am afraid he is far too powerful for you to handle alone. He has conquered the souls of countless men and continues to do so even here. By my count he is well into his twenties. His collection of souls will continue and as you know with every one he adds, he gathers exponentially more power.” She confirms with a look of seriousness appropriate for the subject.

“I also know something that is not of common knowledge. Taillus is now free from the constant, tormenting threats and rants from his former Master Molag Bal. Sources tell me that Molag has found a new pet and has been trying to siphon the life out of Taillus to use on his new project. This is why you observed him in a sickly state. Do not be fooled however because Molag Bal has now severed his ties completely with Taillus and now leaves Taillus free to gather his own power. This may mean that he now stands more powerful then he has ever been.”

Great! This is wonderful news. Not only is Taillus free to think for himself now, he may be more powerful than ever!? Is that even remotely possible? I had to learn more and even if I had to burn the midnight oil talking and asking questions I was sure that knowledge may just be my best weapon at this point. The more I knew my opponent, the more prepared I will be and that is the fundamentals of war.

Aeriandala also went on to say that she was aware of the rut I was in and that my magicka problems would be solved before I left the spire she would be sure of it and she also had a gift for me but before all of that, I needed to know more.

“I cannot see too far into the future, again like I said, some events are free to be changed by those involved and while fate does play some part in this, I believe you are intelligent and powerful enough to write your own history. Taillus is located far underground in a place I know only as Vindasel. He has been there for days now and hasn’t left since. Now I must warn you of two things Xander. One is that I have felt multiple auras of intense energy, more than ten in total with two being stronger by far than the others, now there is only one energy left. Taillus is still there so there must be some casualties.” She warns.

“Secondly my dear Xander is while I cannot see the future, I do foresee a terrible chain of events taking place after you leave here. I cannot say what exactly will happen but please be careful. I can see the fires of truth and hope burning in your eyes, you are a good soul Xander and no matter what happens next, you will be treated highly in what life comes after this, now please, I have a gift for you.” Aeriandala says as she gets to her feet and walks over to a large wooden shelf.

She opens a box that is silver and gold in color and sparkles with magicka as if what it contains is overflowing with magical energies. Aeriandala returns with two items, an ebony ring that shimmers with power as well as a large ebony and silver amulet which she places in my hands.

“The ring, you must put on first and make sure it is hidden beneath your gauntlet. I then want you to put the amulet over your neck and leave it free to be seen by the world. This is key to the item’s strength. Now, I cannot tell you what the items do but remember this. The ring must be the last of the two items you take off, and the first to put back on. You will reap the benefits of these items in due time. I will now let you leave, time is not on our side and I wish you all the luck one can wish.” And with that, she kisses my cheek, releasing a spell upon me making me feel like I could lift the entire Imperial City over my head. I felt like a new man!

The spell continued to do wonders on my body long after I left the Spire. I could feel magicka welling up inside me, releasing spells from my locked mind. I was finally myself again and was ready to take on Taillus no matter how strong he is!

Another full day of traveling and I was brought back into the Imperial City. I was only hours from my final destination and before I walked head first into potentially the fiercest battle I will ever see, I had one matter of business to attend to just in case I did happen to survive. A visit to the Black Horse Courier was on the agenda where I recruited the services of a young, able bodied Khajiit courier. A hefty tip would ensure he made his mark well ahead of schedule and I gave him a letter sealed with blue wax for his target.

I watched as he almost lit the cobblestone street ablaze as he sprinted out of sight. I smiled half in anticipation, half in nervousness over what will come. I decided a final meal was in order as I walked to the feed bag for a quick solution to a growling stomach. Taillus was going to have to wait just a minute or two more….

Hmm, I thought that Xander went there to find Taillus. Whatever, that boost is a nice extra. Let him enjoy his meal. It might be his last.

Aww I hope your kitty Bailey will be ok! I love kitties!

And a very nice update you have here......I´ll cross my fingers for a healthy Kitty and new great updates!

Excellent update, Taillus. I'm always impressed with the flow of your writing, everything just seems to fit wonderfully with the next part.

I'm also curious to see where this note is going to. The blue wax makes me think that this might involve the Lions...

I too, wish for you kitty to get better as well.

He seems very calm by going for a bite to eat before his big fight. I would be too nervous to eat in the same situation but then again your character is harder to stir than I am.

Anyways please continue when you can and best wishes to your cat as well mate.