Hmm, I'll write a Tribunal fanfic, you can count on that.



I dismounted as soon as I cleared the lake. I needed time, time to think. My whole world had been plunged into a hostile chaos. Werewolves here, some mad god back home. Home? Yes, Ebonheart was my home. While my life with the Skaal hadn’t been that bad, I’d never felt like I fit in. To me, Ebonheart was the home I never had.

Two eyes glinted in the growing darkness. Night was about to arrive and with it, the Werewolves. At first the Skaal had been in denial, so had I. Now though, we could no longer ignore the signs, not with half the village and all the capable warriors dead. The Bloodmoon prophecy was about to be fulfilled.

Behold, the Dragon’s breath shall fail in the west, the darkness shall storm the lands in to the south. The moons shall grow red with blood and all men, women, all capable of holding a sword, axe or hammer, shall perish under tooth and fang.

Then, the Hunter shall come and lay claim to this world. Yet, he shall seek the challenge, give us a chance, however small. Four champions shall he seek. The Dragon’s servant, the beast of ice, the Wolf’s champion and the Steel God’s soul. These four will he bring to his castle, far up to the north. There, the greatest hunt of all shall be held with our world as price. Against the invincible enemy shall they fight and fall, in an arena lit by the moons.

Those words were only part of the prophecy yet to me, they were the most important. The Steel God’s soul. If that wasn’t a reference to me, then who else could be meant?
These four will he bring to his castle, far up to the north. I would go to that place, either out of free will or by force.
Against the invincible enemy shall they fight and fall, in an arena lit by the moons. The Bloodmoon prophecy wasn’t very optimistic. The chance that I would die there was great, though a prophecy was never set in stone. I might survive, but it would be one heck of a gamble.

This prophecy was about to be fulfilled, but I had no time for this. Before I was called, I had to free Voryn Dagoth back home. I had to find the last two keys and Pelinal. The last two keys were Trueflame and Hopesfire. I didn’t knew what had happened at Red Mountain after my death, but I could still hazard a guess towards the last two blades’ locations.

Nerevar was dead, so he had probably been buried in a way fitting for a warleader of the Chimer. He would have been brought to a fantastic mausoleum, and buried in full armour. His sword, Trueflame had probably been buried with him. While the idea of raiding a tomb did not appeal to me, I had to admit it was my best chance at finding the sword of fire. Even then, there were complications. The gossip had been quite strict regarding Trueflame. When Nerevar died, Trueflame turned to dust. I found that hard to believe. After all, Forgeheart had survived my death. No, the likely explanation was that Trueflame had been lost somehow, or never recovered. Maybe it was still inside Pelinal? If so, then why hadn’t the Great Centurion revealed itself yet?

Hopesfire was Almalexia’s blade. In this case, I was practically certain of its location. It was where it had always been, at her side. To find her I only had to walk into her temple, somewhere in Mournhold. But the Almalexia I knew was a mortal, the Almalexia who lived was not. She was now a god, and another victim of Lorkhan’s heart. Even if I managed to gain entry without being slaughtered by her guards, even if I managed to reach her, even if I managed to convince her that I was indeed Dumac, she would not give up her sword. She could not afford to revive Pelinal and the power it represented. We were enemies now, and we’d never been friends. Call it childish, but I hated her for the rift she made between Nerevar and I. While those feelings had diminished with my new life, they had not yet entirely faded away.

So I knew where to look for the blades, but I did not know where to start looking for Pelinal itself. And then there was the Bloodmoon. I had to find Pelinal and defeat the Sixth House soon, before I was taken by the Hunter. What should I do?

I returned to the village in silence. Any attempt from the Skaal to converse with me were brushed away by this silence. There were quite a few remarks regarding my new armour and sword which I ignored as well. I entered the rebuilt hut of the shaman. Khorne looked up from a game he was playing with a collection of knucklebones. One side of the knucklebones was marked with a small cross.
,,Aye, Chieftain. Care to bet?” He said to me. I shook my head and sat down.
,,No, I don’t gamble.”

Khorne rolled his knucklebones out on the carpet. The point of the game was to get five crosses with three throws. Each cross was worth one point. He rolled one. Shaking his head, he picked up the four without the cross and rolled them again, this time achieving three crosses in total. He should now try to roll the last two, thereby keeping the crosses he already had.
,,Don’t like to bet the long odds, eh? I can see that you’re worried about something.” He spoke, looking at his knucklebones.
,,Yeah, the Bloodmoon.” I replied.

He looked up.
,,The Bloodmoon? You’re no fool, Roland. Everyone knows the prophecy yet no one dares to admit it. I believe I know what you’re thinking. You don’t want to hear this, but you’re right. When you were born, I called out a vision of your future. I saw you as you were now, facing the Werewolves in a castle of ice. You will be called by the Hunter. All I can say is, you should prepare for it.” He advised me with a slight frown. I looked at him and tried to decide whether or not I should tell him why I was worried. I decided to tell him.
,,There is a battle I have to fight, and it’s not here. I need to find my battlefield before the Hunter comes for me, or I’ll never be able to win it. But I don’t know where to look and even if I did, the chance that I find my battlefield before the Hunter comes is laughable. If I go, I’ll never make it and if I don’t go, I’ll never make it either.” I revealed and threw my hands up into the air.

,,Long odds, eh?” Khorne nodded. With one deft swipe, he picked up all five knucklebones and threw them back down. Five crosses.
,,Sometimes, you have to bet on the long odds. Go, Chieftain. Find your battle. You have taught us the lesson we had to learn. I’ll continue your work here.” He got up and looked out of the door.
,,Leave at midnight, I’ll distract the guards.”

I left at midnight as he’d said, slipping through a crack in the unfinished wall.
,,Sometimes, you have to bet on the long odds.” I made up my mind and took the gamble. I gambled that I would find Pelinal in time and that Forgeheart was enough to bring it out of its slumber. Theoretically, only one key was needed. There were three aspects to Pelinal, the offensive, the defensive and the mobile aspect. Forgeheart was the key to its mobile aspect, focussing on Pelinal’s movements. I could fight with one key, but it would be one big gamble. Only if all three keys were used, would Pelinal show off its true power which wasn’t just the sum of its three aspects, but a multiplication of the sum. I would focus on finding Pelinal and use Forgeheart to awaken the Steel God.

OMG, you've worked Tribunal in as well now! This is gonna get complicated.

What blockie just said....It´s sure gonna be complicated! And yes there are quite some Tribunal.fics going on....I dare say I´m hesitating just playing the darn thing...to me it seems scary...

Good read as always Jackie!

Hmmmm, intriguing and logical thoughts made by Roland. I'll be curious to see how effective Pelinal is without offense or defense, because wouldn't at least offense be needed to actually damage something? But maybe offense and defense in this case are additional abilities/extensions to Pelinal and that with motion, Pelinal can still hit something.

Keep it going, good sir!

I'm nearing the end! Goody, I might actually manage to keep this one in a single thread!

As for Pelinal, I was indeed thinking about extensions. As long as Pelinal can move, it can fight, especially with Ro-El's knowledge of unarmed combat brought into play. If anything, it can defeat most foes simply by stepping on them.




This time, I did not take my time. I brought out the Wing as soon as I was out of sight and then raced it all the way back to the Cloudcleaver. I arrived somewhere in the early morning, with an aching back. Long periods of flying can be uncomfortable. With the cold and the occasional gust of wind, I definitely wasn’t going to feel any better.

As such, I was quite happy when I finally caught sight of the airship. It was still in the same place where I’d left it, though what looked like market had grown around it. Odd. Zarador had better not been selling off my Centurions. Well, after I stole his own Centurion from him, he deserved to steal some of mine. Besides, I always had more where the first batch came from. I landed on deck and told the Wing to take up position at the starboard side. I then walked up to the door leading to the huts and banged on it with a fist.

,,What? Who is it?” A grumpy old Altmer said as he opened the door.
,,Ro-El! It was about time you showed yourself again! Do you have any idea how long you’ve been away?” He spoke loudly once he’d recognized me.
,,There were complications.” I replied with a shrug.

I should have recognized that gleam in his eyes. I should have warned him. Unfortunately, I didn’t.
,,Complications? It looks more like you’ve been wasting your time by raiding tombs! Say, can I take a look at that sword? It looks somewhat familiar.” He said and reached over my head for the hilt.
,,Aieh!” He shrieked and witdrew the hand half a second later. The once golden skin had taken on a pale marble hue. I was as much surprised as he was. Apparently, only I could hold Forgeheart without having my limbs frozen. Whether it was due to me being Dumac or my connection with Pelinal, I didn’t know. It could be both.

,,Careful. Its hilt is as dangerous as the blade.” I warned and pulled a rag from the railing and wrapped it around the hand. The rag was half-frozen as well, but it would do once the sorcerer had warmed it up a bit with a fireball.
,,So I noticed. Which brings me back to what I was saying. I’ve seen a sword like that before, once before. In Mournhold when I came there to visit. I saw it on…”
,,Nevermind that. We’ve got things to do. Like getting back to Morrowind yesterday.” I cut him off. It came as a bit of a surprise that he had seen Hopesfire, but it wasn’t important now.

Zarador shook his head.
,,Always on the move. Youngsters these days don’t know how to relax.” He muttered, cast a spell of Telekinesis and lifted a chest over the railing. A small fountain of snow showed where it landed. I went over to the steering wheel and brought us up in the air. Only when we were heading back to Morrowind did I bother to ask.
,,So, what was in the chest?” Zarador took the chance to launch into a lengthy explanation regarding the alchemical properties of local plants and animals. In short, he’d made some money by acting as the fort’s alchemist and now he didn’t want to leave without giving them his store of potions. And his homebrew whiskey.

,,Which reminds me. Zarador, did you by any chance find out just why that fort is a ruin? The village right next to it looks brand new.” I asked. We had retreated below deck where there was a good fire. Actually it was a small forge but a fire is a fire and if your beard is getting frozen off outside, you’re not going to be picky regarding the source of the fire.
,,It is new, and so is the fort. But just two days before we arrived, the place was raided by quote: ‘wolves that walked like men’. They left the whole place in ruin.” Werewolves, dang.
,,They lost a few people during the attack, including their healer. The East Empire company has been reluctant to send replacements to this frozen waste. As long as the money and Ebony keeps rolling in, they see no reason to bother with helping out. Now what have you been up to?”

I told Zarador everything that had happened. Including my trip around the island and my encounter with Aevar. Everything, except my meeting with Nebrighk. I believed that now he’d finally found his death, I should not end his peace by bringing up his name or anything like that. I did tell him about Forgeheart, how it was connected to Pelinal, and how I was connected to the steel god as well. I told him a few things about the Bloodmoon prophecy and about the werewolves, but not how I was chosen by the Hunter. By the time I’d finished talking, the sun had sank into the sea and the moons had taken over its throne in the sky.

We bade each other good night and went to our respective cabins. Me, being the arrogant reincarnation of the Dwemer king, had the big and luxurious captain’s cabin. It wasn’t as big as my bedroom at Dren plantation, but it sure came close. There was room enough for combat practice, enough room to try out all the flips and spins that were the trademark of the Floating Butterfly style. Enough room for mayor trouble.


A low growling sound woke me up from my exhausted slumber. Oddly enough, my body felt rejuvenated even though my soul lacked the nourishment only a full night’s sleep could provide. This was not on my mind though. On my mind were the dozen or so werewolves who’d crammed themselves inside the cabin with me. They all gazed upon me, looking hungry yet…..restrained. Restrained or not, I was still scared out of my wits. It was too soon. Too soon.
,,Fear not, my son. I am with you.” I looked at the ghostlike ring around my finger. Aevar was right. He was with me and I had nothing to fear.
,,Those who know no fear are reckless fools. Those who know fear and overcome it are invincible.”

I had calmed down. As calm as if I was just going for a stroll through Ebonheart’s courtyard, I picked up my armour from under the bed and put it on. I then took Forgeheart and its sheath from the rack. After that, I looked back at the werewolves.
,,I’m ready.”

There was a dizzying sense of movement, like tumbling into the depths of a bottomless well. When the blurriness that clouded my sight vanished, I found myself inside a large chamber, surrounded by walls of ice. I shivered and noticed that somehow, I’d become soaked in water.
,,Welcome, prey.” The Hunter said to me. He looked like a Nord, only taller and with a Deer’s skull covering his face. In his hands he held a spear that resonated with power. This was it, the Bloodmoon, the greatest hunt ever. The Riestaag among Riestaags.

,,Three others have gone before you. You must follow them and find a way into the center of the maze that starts behind me. If you meet them, kill them. Only one of you will make it to the end, one of you will be the ultimate prey. There, if you survive, you will be granted the right to battle me. But to fight me in all my glory would be unfair, so I shall limit the fight to only one of my aspects. If somehow you manage to survive this last ordeal, you will be returned to your proper place. Now go.” He said to me and vanished. There was a gap in the wall at the far end of the room.
He’d given me the rules to the game. There was nothing left to do but to play along. I took a deep breath, drew Forgeheart, readied my shield and entered the maze.

There was to be said something about the architecture. With most mazes, there is the ability to keep track of one’s direction by looking at the sun or the stars. If those are unavailable, like when the maze is underground, there is still the light coming from the entrance. This time though, there was none of it. The only light seemed to come from the ice itself, evenly divided in all directions. The only way to keep track was to pay attention to which turns I took. I began by turning right.

Right away, I came in contact with the first obstacle. A werewolf jumped at me. I tried to dodge but I hadn’t accounted for the extra size my shield represented. Trice my weight in hungry predator slammed against it and made me fall. Its claws hammered at my shield, its fangs tried to chew down on the Steel rim. I stabbed up with Forgeheart and crawled away before the now frozen creature could crush me. That went less than perfect and it told me that I was not suited for the ‘sword and shield’ style. It would be better for me if I got rid of it and used the freed up hand for some good old punching. I stashed the shield in my pouch and ventured further.

For what felt like two hours but could just as well have been two minutes, I met no other werewolves. That changed though when I rounded the umpteenth corner.
,,Yah! Die, monster!” A coarse man’s voice echoed through the maze. I stopped walking and pressed my back against the wall in an attempt to blend in with the ice. Someone was out there, trying to get through the maze just like me. Hircine had said that only one of us was to survive this ordeal. But was it right to act like this, every man for himself?
,,Stuff it. I’m going to help.”

,,For Resdayn! Dwemer, Chimer, unite!” I shouted a battlecry of my own to distract the wolves and rushed further through the maze to meet my fellow prey. Ironically, the first cry I could come up with was the one Dumac had used when the Nords invaded Vvardenfell. A Nord shouting a battlecry once used to rally an army against Nords, how ironic.

I rounded five more corners before I reached an open area. There, an Imperial was fighting against three werewolves simultaneously while two more wolves lie nearby. He was dressed in Templar’s armour and waved around the traditional broadsword. A Legionnaire captain. One of the wolves saw me and decided I was a juicier target. Like all of its kind, it started with a straightforward jump. I stepped around it and drove Forgeheart into its hip as it passed. The beast crashed into the floor, unable to remain standing with one leg frozen. I struck again, cutting into its neck. Before I’d been able to withdraw the ancient sword, it had already frozen the thing’s brain.

I turned to the captain who was still fighting and so far had managed to avoid injury somehow. His armour bore the signs it had been instrumental in preventing injury. There were plenty of dents and scratches in the fine steel that was crafted by only the finest smiths in the legion.
,,I’m here to help!” I called out and struck a werewolf that had been about to tear away at the man’s unprotected left side. The creature let out a pained yelp and died when I drove my sword into its skull. Despite being primarily a monk, fighting with the overpowered Forgeheart proved to be more effective than using my traditional hand and footwork. Together, we had little problems dispatching the last one.

The Imperial leaned on his sword and wiped the sweat from his face with one hand.
,,I never thought this Hircine would choose someone so young. Still, I owe you, kid. Falx Carius, Knight of the Imperial Dragon, at your service. Say, you are familiar with the rules, are you?” He spoke, drawing a deep breath after each word. So this was the Dragon’s servant. I nodded.
,,Yeah, but I don’t want to follow them. We’re stuck on the same boat. It’s sink or swim and frankly, I prefer to swim. Two are stronger than one. By the way, I’m Ro-El Frost, a servant of Duke Dren of Ebonheart.” I answered. Carius smiled.
,,Good answer, kid. He may be a god, but he sure isn’t my god. My god tells that a man should stand by the side of his friends. I’m with you, and you’re with me. If he’s got a problem with that, so be it.” He grunted and waved with his Broadsword at the door on the other end of the chamber.

,,That door either leads to Hircine, or to another part of this cursed maze. Well then, Ro-El ready to proceed? For a servant you seem to be quite capable in combat, not to mention in possession of a most peculiar suit of armour and an even more peculiar sword. It fits the environment.” He continued. I loosened the muscles in my shoulder and began to walk towards the door. Obviously I had to work on my skills with swords heavier than a rapier. My arm got all tensed up after just a few blows.
,,Let’s just say I have fought in a war. A long time ago. The sword is a souvenir.”

Things are unexpectedly moving to completion, well, bloodmoon-wise, anyway. Very cool!

The homebrew whiskey line is a nice touch.

lol

My only question is the meaning of the phrase "for mayor trouble."

The mayor trouble thing? Well if a dozen werewolves manage to cram themselves inside your room, it has to be a big room. And a werewolf means trouble. A dozen, mayor trouble.




The door was heavy, like Ebony. Carius only barely managed to open it. Sink or swim indeed. If I’d decided on every man for himself, I would be left with a door I couldn’t open. As it was now, I slipped through once he’d opened a gap wide enough for me to pass. I circled around the opening on the other side and kept an eye out for trouble. Carius forced the door open completely and then took up position next to me.
,,Well, no reindeerskull here.” He muttered, shifting his helmet for a better view. I agreed with him. Hircine wasn’t here.
,,But we’re not the first to pass.” I replied.

Dead werewolves littered the corridor we were in. Someone had been here before and done a quite thorough job at killing everything that moved. Carius crouched down at one of the wolves and inspected the body.
,,Hmm, judging by the shape of the wounds and the crushing of the bones, the weapon used was some sort of spiked maze. The blood looks frozen at some areas yet remotely liquid at others. Hmm, a freezing enchantment like on your sword seems probable. Less intense though.”

I was still circling around in case not all wolves were dead and smashed beyond recognition.
,,Blunt, spikey and freezing? No kidding.” I thought out loud. Carius looked up.
,,You are familiar with that instrument?” He asked. He looked rather stern though I knew it was just because he was a bit stressed. Any moment we could be jumped by a dozen hungry creatures each bigger and heavier than we were.
,,Yeah, I know who uses such a weapon. Tharsten Heart-Fang. My father you might call him. If he’s still alive, we only have to follow the trail of blood and corpses.”

We both followed. Carius kept pushing up the pace and I kept dragging him back. The old me would probably run ahead, shouting Tharsten’s name. The new me knew that doing so would be asking to get killed and ripped apart very painfully. Carius glanced at me more than he kept his eyes on the lookout for trouble. Obviously he was surprised at my lack of recklessness.

We found him in the end, lying on top of a pile of corpses.
,,Tharsten!” I finally shouted the name that had been held back in my throat till now. The former Chieftain looked weakly at the direction of my voice.
,,That voice….Roland? Urgh…..so he chose you as well.” He whispered with bloodstained lips. I knelt down beside him.
,,Don’t talk, Tharsten. Your Berserking has left you wounded.” I told him. He shook his head with the power he still had left.
,,No…I must talk. Listen, the Hunter has a weakness…….his pride….He’ll underestimate you…..Fight like no Skaal….would fight….Surprise him.”

I put my hand on his mouth to keep him from talking.
,,Hush, father. I won’t lie to you. You’re dying.” I interrupted him. Perhaps it was harsh, but it was exactly what he would expect of a Skaal. Death is natural. To die a warrior’s death is an honour, if fought for the right cause.
,,Roland…You called me…father. Thanks…..See you in Sovngarde.” With those words, the Chieftain of the Skaal passed on. Surrounded by the corpses of his enemies, his hands still clutching the Stalhrim mace.
,,Yeah, see you there someday.”

For a while, I was lost to the world around me. Tharsten had passed on. The man who raised me in my earliest years lay dead on the cold ice. Dead, because some god was bored. Dead, just to entertain Hircine. I vaguely felt Carius’ hand on my shoulder.
,,My condolences, Ro-El.”

I stood up and pushed his hand away.
,,Don’t. Don’t make a mockery of his death with condolences.” I said. The Imperial’s eyes widened.
,,What?” He muttered half in shock. I felt a sting of regret for what I’d said. It had sounded too harsh. I’d verbally punished him for meaning well.
,,My apologies. Tharsten was a Skaal. He was infected with the curse of the werewolf. I saw it happen. It was only a matter of time before he would become one of them. He died like a Skaal would in such a situation. Fighting his enemies with no regard for his own safety. He was dead already, before we found him. What I’m trying to say is, he died fighting an enemy of the Skaal. To us, that is the greatest honour possible.” I said with a sigh.

Carius stepped away and peered into the distance.
,,I understand.” Was all he said. I took the time to close Tharsten’s eyes before I joined my ally.
,,Then let’s make that so-called god pay for all he’s done. We’ll leave Tharsten here. Let this place be a palace to sing his glory.” I spoke and together we continued through the maze till we found another door. Carius moved in like before to open it.
,,Steel god’s soul, Dragon’s servant, Wolf’s champion.”

Carius stopped what he was doing and turned towards me.
,,What are you mumbling?” He asked calmly.
,,The beast of ice. We Skaal have a prophecy regarding this. So far, it has been painfully accurate. So I’m going to place my bets and say that it is right all the way. There are four challengers in this game. You….Tharsten and me makes three. Now if I managed to get the pattern in my head, that means that we’ll find the last challenger beyond that door. And the title of the prophecy tells me that he’s not human.” I explained just as calm.

Carius looked at the heavy door that stood in our path.
,,A beast of ice? Well I didn’t ask to come here, I didn’t even ask to come to Frostmoth. I hate the cold! It pisses me off. And when I’m pissed off, no beast had better stand in my way! Forward we go!” He roared. I held back a chuckle. He was pumping up both himself and me. But he was right though. We could only go forward. I moved into position while he heaved the door open. Once open far enough, I jumped through.

I had reached the end of the maze. There were no cramped tunnels here, no howling wolves. I stood in a large circular chamber, on a walkway above a huge pit. Stairs led down into the pit to my right. At the other end, there was a large gate. And something was trying to force it open. Something huge, like a bear grown out of proportion. A horned bear. I could hear its muscles crack all the way from here as it pushed against the Ebony bars. Then, the door behind me screeched loudly as Carius forced it open far enough for him to pass. The beast up ahead stopped and turned to gaze upon us.

I looked at its muscles, the claws, its horns like battering rams, its four eyes and its sharp teeth. I preferred not to take my chances with a fight. This had to be the beast of ice, another of Hircine’s potential prey.
,,Hail! We’ve been chosen by Hircine as well. Please, let us work together in this hunt! Let’s fight Hircine together!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. The beast roared and swiped through the air with its claws. Then, it charged.
,,I take that as a no.” Carius said and readied himself.
,,The moment he is about to slam into the wall, we’ll jump!” He shouted over the beast’s roaring. I nodded and brought Forgeheart up to my face in a twohanded grip.
,,So in the end, I do end up fighting one of Hircine’s challengers.”

Mmmm exciting updates! The conclusion of Bloodmoon has always been a thrilling one if I do say so. It was absolutely nuts at the time though, those wolves packed a punch!

I can't wait to see how Falx and Ro-El handle the Frost Giant though. He's quite a challenge. Keep it up jack!

Hmm, I'd call this cheating but it does sound rather fun.



We jumped. I was lighter than Carius and better trained for this, so I managed to jump farther. The Imperial landed on the beast’s back and grabbed its fur while attempting to drive his broadsword into its massive back. The Beast was capable of high speeds but not very agile due to its mass. I took advantage of this and hewed with all my might at its legs while it was still stunned after running into the wall.

It let out a terrifying roar as I struck. But its fur had acted like a pillow, and softened my blow till all I managed was a light scratch. And what was worse, Forgeheart’s ice didn’t harm it. I was shocked, in the short time I’d been in possession of it, nothing had ever resisted its power. Yet the beast of ice did. Of course it did, the title wasn’t there for nothing. I threw Forgeheart away and readied myself for its next move. It’s next move was hurling the legionnaire off its back. Carius managed to land on his feet somehow, but his face showed me that it wasn’t something he wanted to do again. Making a large drop in heavy armour is not healthy for the ankles and the legs. We both jumped aside as our foe tried another charge.

,,Damn, that thing is tough. And it sure loves to charge. I think we need a bigger sword.” He said as he tried to find a weak spot. The beast had turned around and roared another challenge at us, blinking with all four of its eyes.
,,Speaking about swords, where’s yours?” He added a moment later.
,,Forgeheart is of no use here. So it’s back to the basics. I just got an idea. Here I go!” I replied and dashed forward. My plan relied on two factors. My own speed and the beast’s response.

The giant smashed down with its arm, just like it should if it ever hoped to hit someone as short as me. I intentionally slipped on the ice and then flung myself up on top of its hand. It flung its arm back up in an attempt to throw me off which was exactly what I was hoping it would do. Its own movement launched me up to its face where I lashed out with my fingers, striking right at its eyes. The lens cracked and the beast reeled back in pain. I landed back on the floor and created some distance.

,,Nice shot, but you didn’t kill it. And there are no eyes left to crack.” Carius dryly commented. I knelt down and took my pouch from my belt.
,,I wasn’t going to kill it. I would never be able to penetrate into its brains. Umm, you might want to stand back a bit, this is going to be gross.” I told the Imperial. Carius frowned, glanced at the beast trashing about and then moved away reluctantly. I whispered a small prayer to whatever god might be listening before raising my voice.
,,Over here, you big dumb oaf!” I shouted and continued with whatever insults I could come up with, compensating for diversity with several repeats.

The beast waved its head back and forth. After a few seconds of doing this, it had tracked me down by the sound of my voice and it did its favourite trick. It charged. I could feel nervous sweat trickle down my face, getting into my eyes. Yet I did not dare to wipe it away and clear up my vision. The ground shook with each step the behemoth took, each step sounding like approaching thunder. I counted the steps, trying my best to fight down the impulse to flee. One…two….three…four. At the fifth step, I executed my plan. I reached into the pouch and focussed my mind on the object I wanted. The pouch’s mouth began to expand, growing to incredible proportions. I jumped away and shouted the command.
,,Charge!”

What followed was one of the bloodiest scenes I’d ever observed. The Drill Centurion rolled out and met the blinded beast head-on. It’s drill dug into the beast’s chest, throwing bone fragments, blood and shredded organs behind it. I slid back even further to avoid the gory fountain. The wails of agony hammer at my ears and I covered them with my hands and frantically closed my eyes. Then, it was all over.

The beast was dead, but the Drill Centurion continued to drill through it, its steel surface now smeared red with blood. With more than a bit of reluctance, I picked up the bloodied pouch and called the Centurion back.
,,Wow, now that’s what I call impressive. You’re full of surprises, Ro-El.” Carius said with a big grin. I didn’t share his humour.
,,Urk….never again. I think I’m going to puke.”

After relieving myself of last night’s dinner, I retrieved Forgeheart which had fortunately not been caught in the mess. The ebony gate was still closed but that was no problem for us. We were humans and as a result much smaller than the beast of ice. We could slip between the bars easily, though Carius had to hold his breath. We found ourselves in a pitchblack room.
,,Welcome, worthy prey.” A dreadful voice spoke to us from the darkness. Suddenly flames lit up along the wall, lighting up the room while at the same time a cloud of smoke obscured its center. From out of the smoke, two red eyes gleamed at us. Then a silhouette became visible as Hircine strode out of the smoke. The hunter, we’d found him. And he sure had a flair for the dramatic.

Well that was a very inventive way to deal with an Ice Giant. Messy, but effective! It was VERY enjoyable to read since I had no idea that was how you were going to handle that creature.

Now I'm curious to how Hircine will react to the way that there are still 2 competitors alive....

It is nice to see a critter that forgeheart's enchantments can't affect.

This line makes me laugh: "Damn, that thing is tough. And it sure loves to charge. I think we need a bigger sword."

It made me think of Bruce Willis.

Ok, time for the greatest hunt of all to commence!

And two challengers, who said anything about two?





He spun his spear around in a circle and then stabbed it into the floor.
,,I was expecting the giant to come here. It appears that I was wrong. No matter, there is still time. I’ve prepared a meal for you, feel free to use it and regain your strength before the final hurdle.” He spoke and vanished before either of us could respond. Where he’d been standing, a plate with steaming wolfmeat remained.
,,Food? I’m not going to reject such a gift. All this fighting has made me hungry.” Carius said and promptly began to consume the warm meat. I sat down and rested, though I did not eat a single bite myself. I would probably end up throwing it all over the floor anyway. All I did was drink the water from a small vial I found in my pouch.

I was thinking. Now that I’d made it all the way here, I had to honour my promise to Aevar. I would set him free, somehow. But how? And at the same time, if I survived, how was I going to continue my search for Pelinal? I had no idea where to look.

It was then that Hircine chose to return.
,,Now that you’ve regained your strength, it is time for the hunt to end. The Bloodmoon shall soon sink beneath the horizon. A conclusion must be reached before then. Come on, fight! Decide which among you will be the challenger!” He shouted loudly. Carius and I looked at each other and then shrugged.
,,Sir Hircine, with all due respect, we must refuse. It is not in the nature of man to turn against his allies, even if a god would command it.” Carius said softly yet firm. I personally doubted the argument he brought forth. Man, and mer, had often betrayed his allies for a god. But if it worked, I wouldn't complain. Hircine seemed to be surprised from what he heard.
,,What do you intend to do? Only one shall have the honour of being my prey, that’s how I’ve planned it! Only one of you will fight one of my aspects!”

,,Face it, you’re going to have two people to hunt. Either you’ll take us both, or we simply won’t fight at all. And that would take the excitement out of the game, wouldn’t it?” Carius continued. I had to admit he hit the right spot. Hircine was bored, and itching for excitement. There was no excitement for him in simple slaughter. He would do anything for fun.
,,Sometimes, you have to bet on the long odds.” I remembered Khorne’s advice and made up my mind.
,,Let’s change the rules a bit.”

Both Hircine and Carius looked at me, obviously a bit confused.
,,Carius and I will fight all of your aspects. In exchange, I want several things to be done. One, you will free Aevar Stone-Singer and release him into death. Two, you will tell me where Pelinal is.” I stated my demands and waited for an answer.
,,You wish to fight my full power? You have courage, mortal. I like that! Very well then, it is decided! You will face Strength, Speed and Guile! Do whatever is needed to win! Prepare yourself!” With those words, Hircine vanished for the second time.

Carius and I drew our swords and turned our backs to each other. But nothing had entered the room.
,,Say, what’s this Pelinal?” The Imperial whispered.
,,A really big Centurion I’m searching for. It’s a long story.” I whispered back and tightened my grip on Forgeheart’s hilt. Three puffs of smoke erupted around us. From out of the smoke jumped three personifications of Hircine’s aspects. A bear, a wolf and…..a miniature Hircine? I had to stifle a laugh upon seeing the deer’s mask that adorned the head of all three aspects. On Hircine it worked, but on a bear or a wolf it looked downright ridiculous. Nevertheless, the hunt had begun.

The wolf raced forward. It opened its mouth and prepared to bite. I dodged and stabbed with my blade. As smooth as water, the aspect rolled to the side and avoided the sword. Then something pushed against my back and made me stumble. I spun around to see what had hit me. It was Carius who had his Broadsword wedged between the bear’s teeth and was now trying to keep from being pushed backwards.
,,Conclusion. Wolf, speed. Bear, strength. Then Hircine is guile. A spear doesn’t sound like a sign of wit to me.” I noted to myself and engaged the wolf again. Again, we both failed to hit each other. It seriously reminded me of my duel at Dren manor.

Something whistled through the air to my left. I brought up Forgeheart and managed to block Hircine’s spear. At the same time, the wolf attacked for the third time. This time I could not dodge completely. Its teeth gnawed at the Stalhrim covering my leg, which creaked under the pressure. Still locking the spear, I kicked at the wolf with my free foot. The aspect let go and moved away to prepare for its next move. I could only hope that Carius was holding his own against the bear.

,,You are skilled. Yet you are also reckless. It is three against two, warrior.” Hircine hissed from behind his mask.
,,I am with you.” I pulled away my blade and pressed my hands together.
,,Then let’s change the numbers a bit.” I called back at the aspect of guile and crushed the spectral ring around my finger. Instantly, a cold wind blew through the room, colder than the air already present. The wind flowed together, forming into a humanoid shape.
,,Hircine! For the second time, I challenge you!” Aevar shouted and stormed forward, swinging a mace that looked suspiciously similar to Tharsten’s.
,,Now it is three against three, fair odds.” I said and turned my full attention on the wolf.

Hehehe! I'm giddy with joy! This is really a sweet twist you created! At first I though that Hircine had poisoned the food, thereby getting rid of the extra challenger depending on who would eat it first. But this is a much better way to handle the problem.

Continue! You can't leave me hanging like this!

Woah, that came out of left field. Nice twist.

,,Aevar! How did you get here?!” The aspect of guile shouted behind my back.
,,You’re not the only god, remember that! There are powers at work that rival yours!” The rest of the conversation was lost to me as I had bigger problems to worry about. Problems like the aspect of speed trying to have me for diner. It jumped straight at me, like it had done every single time before. I managed to skid to the left and use the hilt of my sword to push that fanged mouth away. The wolf bounded away to make the gap it needed for its next attack. It was a predictable pattern that would have resulted in defeat right at the second try, if it wasn’t so fast. I had lost count when it jumped again.

Again, I dodged and again I tried to counter and again the damn wolf was out of reach before I’d gotten close. I realized my attacks came slow with a sword but using my bare hands on an extremely mobile target would only lead to broken fingers. I had to get it within reach, somehow. Then I knew it. If I couldn’t go to the mountain, the mountain would simply have to come to me. And this mountain was more than willing.

The next time the wolf charged, I remained put. I had to play this in a new way. Instead of relying on my ability to dodge, I would have to invent the ability to take blows. It was trial by fire at its finest. The aspect knocked me down but in doing so it made its fatal mistake. It exposed its soft belly to Forgeheart. A blink of an eye later, I shoved the now dead corpse off of me and got back to my feet. One aspect down, two to go.

I looked around to see what I should do next. To my left, Aevar was hammering away at guile like an avalanche. On the other side, Carius was doing his best to keep from being eaten by the aspect of strength. I made my choice and dashed over to help Carius. Not so surprisingly, things were very lopsided into our favour here. Carius had the strength needed to keep up with the bear, for a while at least. Me, I had the speed and agility to exploit every gap in its defence without difficulties. Also, I had Carius as a distraction.

I waited till the captain fell back from exhaustion. While the bear was still preparing to strike I did three things. One, I stabbed Forgeheart between its ribs and into its heart. Two, I crushed its windpipe with a fast kick. Three, I used a light spell I absorbed some time ago to blind and confuse it. The bear lacked the size and subsequent protection of its organs that the beast of ice enjoyed. It died as well, fairly easy. A bit too easy for the aspect of a god but who was I to complain?

Carius and I turned only to see that Aevar had already beaten his foe into the ground.
,,How? How could I be defeated?!” The aspect of guile cried.
,,You’ve given me centuries to prepare. I’ve beaten you fair and square. Now give me what I want!” The spirit roared back.
,,And so you shall receive it.” All three aspects vanished and the true Hircine returned. Before our eyes, the ghost of Aevar began to dissipate like whisps of smoke rising from a candle. He nodded to us before he was gone completely.
,,I’ll speak great tales about you when I arrive in Sovngarde.”

,,That was quite an interesting performance. There would have been a greater challenge for you in store yet you took so long in getting here, the moons were about to sink beneath the horizon. When that happens, this palace will crumble. I had to cut short the battle without turning it into a one-sided slaughter.” Hircine chuckled. Now this was one weird god if I’d ever seen one. He’d actually been holding back on us.
,,So, what about the deal we made?” I asked warily. He’d changed his part by not giving us his full-power aspects so he reasonably wasn’t bound to give me my answers. On the other hand, he had granted Aevar’s wish. Whether he gave me the answer or not, I had new problems to worry about. A crumbling palace did not sound pretty.

,,Of course. The weapon you seek is in possession of Azura. Go to her shrine and she’ll lead you to its exact location. Good hunting.” The Hunter said and looked behind him where a crack had appeared in the wall.
,,Ah, it has begun. You may go, hunters. The path beyond that door leads to a ledge. Use it to escape this place’s fall.” Another explosion of smoke, and he was gone. More cracks appeared in the wall and the floor. Was there a tremble beneath our feet?

,,Let’s go, Ro-El. There’s no time to waste.” Carius said and ran for the door. I followed.





(As you can see, I failed to make what I consider a pitched battle that goes back and forth. Once Ro-El smacked the speed aspect, there was no challenge left. I had to find a reason to explain the 'easy' victory. Solution, Hircine was holding back.)

Your logic makes sense to me. Still, it was an interesting fight while it happened. Now, Ro-El can continue and find Pelinal! Yay!

I wonder though, how willing will Azura be in relinquishing the Dwemer Construct? We'll see.

We ran, we ran as if the world behind us was coming to an end. It actually was. The ground beneath our feet trembled and cracked wherever our we planted our heels. I was frustrated. Was this how it was supposed to end? Behind us was nothing but cracking ice, before us was a drop into the bottomless depths.
,,Pray to the Divines, kid! We jump!” Carius shouted over the thunderous noise.
,,What?” I shouted back in disbelief.
,,Jump!” The Imperial seized me by the arm and hurled himself off the cliff, taking me with him.

Falling through the air, it felt familiar. Like the dream I had when I was infected with Lycantrophy, before Pelinal came up with a brutal but incredibly effective cure. I looked down at my feet and burst out laughing. It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous but there it was. The Cloudcleaver, descending at nearly the same velocity we were travelling. My landing on its deck was as soft as if I’d merely stepped off a table rather than jumped from a ledge now hundreds of metres above us. The surface was coming up beneath us though. I jumped for the steering wheel, rudely shoved Zarador out of the way and applied all of the airship’s thrust straight up. The turbines howled, jets of thick steam came out of the steam engine. The chamber whined as its walls were put to their limits from the pressure within.

Slowly we lost speed. Large blocks of ice crashed down all around us, forcing me to divert thrust continuously to avoid the largest fragments. We had not yet come to a stop completely before we ran out of air to fall down. Still, the Cloudcleaver had slowed down far enough to make a reasonably comfortable landing in the cold sea. Water splashed up over the railing and onto the deck, soaking us to the bone. I turned down the Turbines to safer amounts of thrust and got us away from the still crumbling plateau of ice. Ice plunged into the water around the airship turned actual ship.

Only when we were far enough away from any falling fragments did I release my hold on the wheel.
,,I don’t believe it. Carius, how did you know the Cloudcleaver was down there?” I asked the captain. The man displayed a crooked grin and shrugged.
,,I didn’t but hey, I just felt lucky. I pray to the Divines every day. It was about time I cashed in their favour. Wew, what a ride!” He replied, half-drunk from excitement. I shook my head and turned to Zarador.
,,And how did you get here?” I asked him. The Altmer tried a similar crooked grin but interrupted his attempts to catch his hat that was blown off his head by a gust of wind.
,,I went to bed and when I woke up, I found that we’d drifted off course. According to the Administrators, we are at the northern coast of Solstheim.” He replied.

,,It just happened?” I muttered in disbelief. This was so wrong on too many levels to count.
,,Of course it did. It’s a miracle, that’s all. Something you youngsters no longer rely on. Nowadays everything must be explained through logic. Bah, a good old miracle would beat logic every day, if it wasn’t so random.” Zarador complained.
,,Alright, it’s a miracle. By the way, meet Falx Carius, captain of Frostmoth. Carius, meet Zarador, a friend of mine and a true Dwemer fanatic.” I chuckled and introduced the two to each other.

,,Dwemer fanatic? Those buckets of rust aren’t worth a single septim if you ask me.” Carius laughed.
,,You may keep those opinions unspoken. This is a Dwemer airship and our most esteemed captain just happens to be a high-ranking member of house Dwemer.” Zarador replied with a smug expression. Carius looked at me in wonder.
,,He’s playing with me, isn’t he? The Dwemer vanished ages ago.” He spoke.

,,Not exactly. Sure, most of the Dwemer population has gone but we are not dead by the normal definition. Most of us are now the heart and soul of a Centurion called Pelinal. It is roughly the size of Numidium, though with much greater potential. And another bonus is that it is still hidden somewhere in working condition.” I answered and gave a Spider the order to clean the deck from all the bits of ice scattered about. Two more spiders had already climbed on top of the steam chamber and were looking for cracks in the steel surface. They chattered loudly in a language only a Dwemer would understand, a rapid series of clicks. I nodded to myself and turned off the turbines completely so that the Centurions could repair the damage they’d suffered when I pushed them beyond their safe limits. Now only the waterflow pushed the Cloudcleaver forward. Fortunately the water flowed in the right direction.

,,And you’re looking for Pelinal for reasons I’m not going to ask. It’s probably another thing for the Emperor. You two are probably a pair of Blades so I’m just going to shut up and forget about it. And to do that, I’ll go search for some booze on this metal bucket.” Carius grumbled and went below deck. I quickly had a Spider transmit the order that tagged Carius as a friendly. If I didn’t, he would find out that there were a few aggressive Spheres and Macewielders in the cargohold, not to mention a spare Wing. Oversized balls and darts of steel would surely ruin his day.
,,Heh, he called us Blades. We’re so much better than that.”

What a fortunate turn of events for Ro-El and friends. Could it be the luck of the divines or daedra. I'd like to think so.

Wondeful update as well. Nice to see the humour popping back in. It's nice to see such things after near death experiences. Their work isn't done yet though, they must not forget that!

Chapter 5: Quest for the Centurion.

It had been a week since we left Hircine’s palace and Carius was now back at Frostmoth. Looking at what we’d been through, things were finally looking up. The Cloudcleaver’s turbines had taken more damage than expected and we were forced to use one as spare parts for the other. As a result our progress was slow and we were grounded as well. The good news was that the Cloudcleaver was as good on water as it was in the air. That, and we’d managed to enlist the help of a Khajiit. M’Aiq. He knew all about Azura’s shrine. Not to mention that the stories he told us were amusing.

,,Beyond those pillars. You should see the shrine to your right.” The airship sailed around the stone pillars rising up from the water and we all looked to the right. At the base of the rocky island was nothing but looking up higher we saw a stone platform jutting out, with what looked like a giant statue of a woman holding a crescent and a star in her outstretched hands. Azura’s shrine. I turned to M’Aiq and dropped the screwdriver he so desired in his paws.
,,Thank you, this will do.” I thanked him profusely. The Khajiit lifted his yellow hat as a greeting and then jumped overboard. A sound similar to shattering mirrors accompanied each step as he ran over the water’s surface. Back to his fishing rod I presumed.

We brought the Cloudcleaver as close to the coast as we could and disembarked. A type 2 was left at the wheel. He would keep the ship in position against the water’s current.
,,So here we are. The shrine of Azura. Rather pompous for something placed in the middle of nowhere.” Zarador noted. He cast a spell of Levitation on us and we ascended to the statue’s base where we found a door leading inside.
,,The last step. Now we’ll finally find out where Pelinal is. After that, there’s nothing left to do.” The door opened with the shrieking sound of metal scraping on metal. Whoever built it had neglected smoothing the edge of the door.

The interior of the shrine was dark, lit only by odd braziers hanging from the ceiling. The light they provided was bright, but smothered by the thick smoke those same braziers spat out at the ceiling. Beyond those braziers, the only decoration was a statue at the far end of a large hall. It was the spitting image of the statue found outside, only slightly smaller. We approached it and I jumped on its base to look for a hidden switch or anything else.
,,Ro-El, this is a shrine.” Zarador objected when I peeked between two enormous toes.
,,Yeah, so?” I asked back.
,,You don’t need to look for hidden mechanisms. The best way to get your answers right now is to ask. Allow me.” The Altmer explained. He spoke an odd incantation which sent shivers down my spine.

,,You have disturbed the tranquil rest of this place. The Dwemer have fallen, the Chimer’s beauty has been marred by their sins. Numidium was broken in battle. Dreams of conquest, dreams of immortality. All have been shattered by grim reality. Everything so far has gone as I’d decided they would go. Kagrenac’s possession of Lorkhan’s heart, Voryn’s mistake, Pelinal’s awakening. I planted the seeds of all these events in the hearts of the people. Now most actors have left the stage and the final act is about to begin. It is a lesson this world must learn, the lesson of its proper place.” An otherwordly voice spoke from thin air. It was a disconcerting experience. The voice echoed from all around us, without a distinct source. It was not the voice of a person, but the voice of a Daedric prince. Or princess, whatever. It’s a bit hard to determine the gender of a being that can change its gender at will.
,,Go, the Centurion awaits.”

There was a loud rumbling and the lights dimmed to non-existence.
,,Zarador.” I called out in the darkness.
,,Patience, my young friend.” The Altmer called back. Soon I saw light erupt from his staff, not enough to reach the room’s ends but enough to make our immediate surroundings visible. I became aware of another light, a faint red hue coming from beneath my feet. I bent down and touched the floor with a hand. A staircase, leading down deeper into the shrine.
,,So Pelinal is under our feet? Only one way to find out.” I said and carefully put my foot on the first step.
,,Careful Zarador, these steps are practically invisible.”

How long we descended I don’t know. Time was an elusive essence that slipped through my mind in the darkness we were in. I couldn’t even see my feet, only the light on Zarador’s staff and the red light gleaming from below. I did keep count of how many steps we took but in the end, I lost track of this as well, long after passing two thousand. As we progressed, the red light became more apparent and so did the temperature around us.
,,Something’s on your mind.” Zarador said somewhere during our descent. I didn’t reply.

,,And I believe I know what it is. It is what Azura said to you, isn’t it?” He continued. I still didn’t reply.
,,She has basically admitted that she is the source of everything. Without her, Kagrenac would never have found Lorkhan’s heart. Without her, the Tribunal wouldn’t exist. Without her, the Dunmer would still be Chimer. Without her, the Dwemer would still live.” I froze and the Altmer nearly bumped into me.
,,Yeah, that’s what’s bothering me.” I admitted.
,,She punished us for trying to achieve immortality. But what right does she have? Without her influence, we woul never have even tried! She played us, and the Chimer as pawns and punished us for it! What right does she have for this sick judgement?” I fell silent and continued down the stairs.
,,Who knows how a Daedra thinks? They are so different from us, it is impossible.” I heard Zarador whisper behind me. Finally, we reached the end, after what could have been a scarce two minutes or a long two hours.

We emerged in a peculiar room. It wasn’t much of a room, more of a corridor. There was a ledge where we were standing but beyond that, the floor was submerged by hot magma. About a stone’s throw away, the corridor veered to the left, out of our vision. I looked at the walls, which were perfectly smooth. I looked at the ceiling, which was as smooth as the walls. In short, there was no way for us to climb past this obstacle. We were stuck.
,,I’m at a loss here. Got any ideas?” I asked Zarador and sat down. It was warm here, and I was soon wiping the sweat off my face every few seconds. Zarador paced back and forth on the narrow ledge.

,,Hmm, the obstacle is like a test. In order to proceed, we must get across the magma. Can we levitate? We can’t see where it ends. We could end up falling into the magma before we’re even halfway.” He muttered to himself. I watched him in silence. It was best not to interrupt his train of thought.
,,What is magma? Magma is simple stone, heated to the point where it turns into a liquid state. The requirement for magma is heat, large quantities of heat. Rob it off its heat and it shall return to a solid state. At that point, we can walk.” He continued about for a few more minutes, weighing the pros and cons of a plan of which I only heard a few sketchy details.

Without warning, he turned to the magma and launched an orb of ice into it. The ice was instantly consumed the moment it touched the liquefied rock. A thin vapour was all that was left of it.
,,Observation, low scale frost spells are inadequate. Large scale frostspells will be successful however, an estimated continuation of the freezing for about half a minute must occur before the inherent heat of the magma has been nullified after which the solidifying will start. As more heat is lost, the solidification process shall accelerate.”

I stood up and reached behind my back for Forgeheart. I had to push Ephraim’s rapier out of the way first. Wearing two swords was awkward, but each of them was suited for a different style of combat. In this situation, I reasoned that Forgeheart might provide us with the answer.
,,Zarador, stop thinking for a moment and see if you can follow me.” I said. Zarador stopped pacing and looked at the sword I held.

,,Consider this. Pelinal is controlled by three keys which are shaped like swords. Each key is also enchanted to represent and hold power over a particular element. Fire, Ice and Lightning. Now Pelinal is likely at the end of this obstacle course. Would it not stand to reason that he who reaches Pelinal should be first tested to see if he has the keys?” I continued. The Altmer pulled at his beard for a while and then nodded.
,,What would be a better test than to include an obstacle that can only be passed with the key? You’re right, Ro-El. Forgeheart holds an incredible frost enchantment. Dipping it into the magma will bring the prolonged, high-intensity frost spell I required. Hurry up, lower it into the magma!”

I did so and we waited. At first there didn’t seem to happen anything but a thin vapour rising up. Forgeheart’s blade began to glow as it was heated by the magma, slowing approaching its melting point. My heart thumped within my chest. Was Forgeheart too weak for this? Would the ancient sword melt before it overcame the incredible heat? The blade became a dull orange, followed by a brighter yellow and then a blinding white. There it stopped and returned to yellow, to orange, and in the end to its normal colour. At the same time the magma darkened, turning into black and charred stone. While it was still a semi-liquid, I pushed Forgeheart forward into warmer regions and set a foot on the solidified platform I was creating. We slowly pressed on, step by step, cooling the magma before us.

,,I wonder though, Ro-El. We only hold one of the keys. Will we be able to make our way across the other two tests?” Zarador said when we reached the bend in the path.
,,I don’t know. We’ll just have to try.” I replied. My arms were feeling heavy from holding Forgeheart for so long but I wasn’t willing to rest till we’d made it to the other end.

Oh boy, lots of interesting things happening in this update. Ro-El being upset by Azura is one of the more intriguing aspects. It's an interesting viewpoint considering how Azura is ofter depicted as the "Good Daedra" even by those who aren't Dunmer. (Then again, Luper wasn't that happy with Azura either )

I'm also curious to find out how Ro-El and Zarador will pass the other trials. Excellent work.

Well, in Luper's case, he was rather pissed. Azura was in a way responsible for the deaths of those he considered his real family. Luper doesn't give a crap about being an incarnation of Akatosh and given shape by Azura. All he cares about are fiftheen years in jail while hearing from an annoying guard how his foster-family screamed before their execution. Oh, and did I mention that he hates her 'just do what you're told' attitude?

In Ro-El's case, it is similar. Don't bloody punish us for something you made us do. Yeah, Daedra are incomprehensible at times. The best we can do is to make our own judgement. And in these two cases, the judgement isn't pretty. Anyway, back to the story.




By the time we did reach the end, my arms felt like lead weights. I was more than happy to sheathe the blade and give them some rest. It was only twenty steps further down though that we reached the next test. A spherical room, made of metal. An empty room, except for the giant sphere that hung in the center. Oh, and countless beams of light weaving an intricate web.

Zarador and I stood in the opening. It was obvious that this was the next test yet just what the test was escaped us.
,,The walls are made of metal. It’s not Dwemer steel either. And then that light. Ro-El, this is a clue.” Zarador muttered. I nodded and peered at the sphere in the center.
,,Ok, one sphere that looks realy suspicious. Hold on, I’ll throw in a pebble and see what happens.” I said, bent down, picked up a rock the size of my thumb and hurled it into the room. About halfway there, it passed a beam of light, blocking it for a splitsecond. Before we had any idea what was going on, a massive crack hammered at our ears and an equeally massive flash of light blinded our eyes.

We stood there, blinking and trying to get all the coloured spots out of our vision. After several minutes, we could see normally again. The pebble was gone, vanished without a trace.
,,What in the name of my white socks just happened?” I asked myself out loud.
,,Lightning. A really intense burst of lightning, spread equally across the room. If we’d ventured in there, Ro-El, we would have been vaporized. There wouldn’t be enough ash of us left to fill the bottom of an urn.” Zarador replied.

I sat down on the floor and began to think. The room was a giant lightning projector. Blocking the light served as the trigger. The lightning had to come from that sphere. As a Dwemer, I had some experience with artificial lightning, but only in small quantities. Dwemer steel was capable of conducting lightning, but less than normal steel. That’s what keeps our cities from turning into huge lightning-attractors during a thunderstorm. And even a single lightningstrike isn’t that much of a problem with the high melting-temperature.

Melting-temperature. I looked closer at the walls and concluded that it definitely looked like normal steel, not the superior Dwemer steel. Which was probably the answer. To solve the test, one of the three swords had to be used, preferably not Forgeheart. I’d beaten fire with ice. So should lightning be defeated by fire? There was only one way to find out.

,,Wow, Ro-El! What are you going to do with that thing?” Zarador shouted and pressed himself flat against the wall. I pressed myself against the opposing wall and tapped one of the Drill-Centurion’s weels.
,,I think I’ve got it figured out. To continue, that sphere must be melted down. To do that, throwing Trueflame is probably the intended solution. Now we don’t have the sword of infinite heat. On the other hand, the lightning itself causes the sphere, and the walls and anything else it hits, to heat up. This is where the Drill Centurion comes in. With a triple-layered armoured shell made of really thick Dwemer steel, it’s internal systems are safe from the lightning while the exterior is much more capable of handling heat than the simple steel on the sphere and the walls. We’re simply going to roll it in and wait while that trap over there kills itself.” I explained and gave it the command to proceed into the room, just past the first light-beam.
,,Oh, and we’d better move back. Just in case.” I added.

We clamped our hands over our ears and squeezed our eyes shut while we sat on the stairs. Even with the hands covering our ears, the cracking of the lightning was horrible to hear. And the flashes still burned through our eyelids. In the end though, it couldn’t keep going like that forever. The lightning would cease. Once it did, we returned. The walls had melted down entirely, as had the sphere. Only a large pool of smoldering metal in the center of the room spoke of its existence. Closer to us, the Drill Centurion stood as if nothing had happened. Well, almost nothing. The segmented shell had fused into one single piece and the weels had become part of the floor. Dwemer steel was good, but it still had its limits.

,,Aye. I’ll get you fixed up once this is done. I’m sure Arkngthand can do it.” I said to the machine and cut its weels free with Forgeheart. It rolled back into my funny pouch, though slower and with plenty of creaking. When I’d tied the pouch back to my belt and looked up, I saw that Zarador had already passed the room. Just to demonstrate how safe it was, the Altmer waved one hand through a beam of light. Apart from a tiny flicker on the ceiling, nothing happened. I hopped past the puddles of molten metal and joined him.
,,Two down, one to go.”




(Yeah, and now I don't know how to make the last test. Damn.)

I'm sure you'll think of something. This test solution was quite ingenious. Very enjoyable.

I have no idea how I suddenly came up with this at school, but it sure sounds good. And this chapter is done, woo! Only one (or two) left! Yippee!


Instead of going down, we went up again. Frankly, all these stairs were getting on my nerves by now. Was it really necessary to hide Pelinal this well? A giant, mountain-sized Centurion that requires three unique keys that can only be held by three unique persons is a bit hard to steal no matter where it is parked.
,,Ice. The next test will include ice, or perhaps another form of it. Like water or vapour.” I mumbled while counting the steps.
,,Indeed, such would seem to be the case. And from the pattern that has been established, we require Hopesfire to succeed. In other words, we’ll require a lot of electricity.” Zarador answered back.

We were both right. The next room was surprisingly not lethal in any way. What we did find however, was even more incredible than the lightningroom of earlier. The place was dominated by a giant scale. One end held up a block of steel which blocked off part of the wall. The other end, which was sitting on the floor, was a giant bucket filled with water. It was quite obvious what we had to do this time. We had to get rid of the water so that the suspended end would become heavier than the lowered end and fall. Only how? We couldn’t possibly scoop it all up with our hands and throw it overboard. That would take forever. Likewise, no amount of heat we had access to could vaporise all that water.

,,Ok, I’m stumped. I know what to do, only not how.” I admitted. Zarador merely smiled and stroke his beard.
,,Ok, out with it, old man.” I spoke to him in an annoyed tone. This was not the time for jokes in my opinion.
,,Listen carefully, young man, and witness the splendour of my idea.” Zarador replied theatrically and coughed.

,,Ahem, enough with the exaggerating. It is quite simple. We need a large amount of lightning to split that water into two gasses, one of which is breathable. I have some experience from my alchemy studies a while back. On a smaller scale. Still, the same principle applies. We need a conducting element and electricity. Fortunately, we have both.” He continued, turned around and walked out of the room. I thought I was beginning to see his plan so I followed him. It sounded absolutely crazy but hey, all solutions so far had been pretty crazy. So why not? It was better htan anything I could come up with.
,,Remember the second test? After your solution, there are a large number of pools of metal, which we can combine and reshape into a long and reasonably flexible cable. This will be our conductive element. We dip one end in the bucket, plug the other into the hole the lightning comes from and trigger one of the light beams. After say half an hour, we pull it out and see the result. We’ll use Forgeheart as a coolant to keep the cable from melting. From what I’ve seen, the generated heat is not enough to defeat the sword of ice. That, Ro-El. That, is my vision. It should be quite amusing.”

So we did. We worked for hours, Zarador heating the metal so it became soft and I forging them into a long cable. After that, we hauled it over to the bucket and dipped one end into it. Since we were tired and pretty much done for, we ate and slept till morning. The next morning, we commence the plan. Forgeheart was put into place and Zarador used Telekinesis to plug in the cable from a safe distance. The lightshow was pretty, but less intense than when the lightningtrap had been fully operational. I assume that the walls worked to attract the lightning into the open air. Now it just jumped around the cable. After half an hour, Zarador used the same spell to get the cable out and I retrieved Forgeheart. Even after all the abuse we’d put it through, the sword looked brand-new. Kagrenac might have been a genocidal maniac, he sure knew his trade.

Back at the room with the scale, the giant bucket had emptied and risen up while the block of steel had dropped. A door was located on the wall the scale had been guarding. The block now served as a platform to reach it. I could see the handles of a ladder on one side.
,,So unless we’re going to go through a second series of tests, this is the last one. Ready, Zarador?” I asked and rubbed my hands with anticipation. I was looking forward to the end. After all this, I could use a vacation. A long vacation.
,,Ready as always. But my old limbs aren’t suited for climbing, so I’ll levitate. See you there.” The Altmer replied and floated up towards the door. I used the ladder to follow. We went through the door and found ourselves in a truly humongous chamber, standing on a small ledge suspended high above the ground. Looking right ahead, we stared into the dead eyes of, Pelinal.





Note: I'm not entirely sure if dumping lightning into the water would work as well as in the story, but I do remember something in alchemy-class (chemist? something like that) about splitting H2O into H and O2 by applying an electric current.

Yea, the seperation of H20 is done through electricity. Another really neat trial. I liked it.

Heh, it's time for the climax. Get ready to wet your socks. (Or not.)


Chapter 6: Shield of Resdayn.

I, Zarador, shall take up the quill at this point. The reason is that Ro-El does not remember the following events. Therefore, it is my task to fill up the vacuum that would otherwise occur. As known, we were standing on a ledge, looking right at Pelinal, the second Numidium and the true god of steel. This was the machine that challenged the supposedly invincible Numidium and came out victorious. It was truly a god of the Dwemer. No, it was more than a god. This great giant was House Dwemer itself.

I immediately noticed its resemblance with the type 2 Centurion, albeit on a massive scale. Yet looking closer, it was soon revealed that the similarity was a superficial one. There were infinite differences in the details. The largest difference I could make out by such a short observation were the unexpectedly bulky shoulders. They were like giant pauldrons of a very uncomfortable design. Yet the Dwemer never built things without a reason. Somewhere, these shoulders gave it an advantage in battle.

Battle, it still carried the wounds of its last fight. Many cuts and dents marred its surface, a large rent had torn apart the skin of its chest. The right side of its face had crumpled, as if struck by a mace of titanic proportions. Just the knowledge that the cause of these wounds was Numidium, made my heart skip a beat. Pelinal was just as powerful as that first Centurion, if not even more. The destruction these behemoths could cause if angered was beyond my feeble imagination.

Ro-El was silent. I did not dare to interrupt his thoughts. Two men were inside there. Dumac and Ro-El, two aspects of the same soul. Two personalities, two memories, two lives. It was up to him to bring order to the chaos that whirled inside him. Any interference on my part would only endanger the process.

Something reached out to me. A call, a strong one. A call of Magicka. I surrounded us with a shield just in time, for a fireball soon exploded across the protective bubble.
,,I am impressed, old man. Your reflexes are better than you would make them appear to be.” A voice I did not recognize spoke. I looked down the ledge in the direction from where the spell had come. A man stood there, a man whose skin was like grey ash. With a sense of dread, I realized that the skin truly was made of ash.

,,You! I thought I turned you into a snowman back there! It was at least twenty degrees below zero!” Ro-El shouted at my side. I could feel the cold coming from the exposed Forgeheart. It bit through my skin and seeped into my bones.
,,Returned one, I told you before. I am immortal! Being encased in ice is nothing. This is your last chance! Surrender the key and I’ll let you live. You and your friend.” The man called back. I shook my head resolutely. This was no time for nonsense. It was obvious that he would never let us live.
,,Ro-El, move on.” I whispered to my companion.
,,Move on. Once Pelinal is awake, there is nothing he can do. I’ll buy you time.”

The shield dissipated. Ro-El dashed ahead, leaping off the ledge, flying across the vast depths. I had to admit I was quite impressed. It takes a great deal of courage to attempt such a jump without any method to slow the fall in case you miss the landing. Nevertheless, this was not the time to admire one’s acrobatics. The ashcreature had set himself into motion to intercept my friend. I fired a spell of my own at him which tore through his shoulder and separated the arm.
,,If you desire the key, then come for me! I hold it, I am the keyholder the prophecy has spoken off!” I shouted.

It was all a lie, of course. The keyholder was Ro-El, no one else. Yet it made the creature hesitate, it brought him into an unknown situation. Even as it contemplated which choice to make, I could see its severed arm turn to dust and reattach itself to the shoulder. I could not let it regenerate.
,,I challenge you! I am your doom!” I shouted again to keep its attention fixed on me. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that Ro-El had made his jump and was now climbing that massive rent on Pelinal’s chest.

He had made up his mind. I summoned my shield again to thwart the incoming barrage and retaliated with a barrage of my own. The dark chamber was lit up by the fury of our spells. My shield wavered and fell, forcing me to take cover. But not before I’d broken my foe into countless pieces. I knew I had not managed to kill it, but I hoped it would give Ro-El the time he needed. I lied against the cold rock, most of my magicka spent and out of ideas. All I could do now was hope.

,,You’re quite good, old man! But not good enough!” Moments after these words had echoed through the chamber, the ledge under my feet turned to dust. I fell, and had to use what precious little magicka I had remaining to slow my fall. I landed at Pelinal’s feet, just a step or two away from that monster. I had only little power remaining. Enough to escape, or to go down in a blaze of glory.
,,Do you hear me, old man? You are not good enough! I shall bury you, together with this machine! My storm shall do this! You will never see the daylight again!” The man of ash told me, then turned into a cloud of ash that rose up and vanished through the tiny cracks in the ceiling. A heartbeat later, a loud rumble entered my ears and those cracks became bigger, growing each passing moment. Small pebbles began to fall, soon followed by bigger fragments. I leaned on my staff, unable to move. All I had to do to escape was to cast the spell that would return me to the Cloudcleaver’s deck. Yet I couldn’t. I couldn’t abandon Ro-El to his fate. His fate would be my fate. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Ooooo, climax climax climax. This is very interesting. I'm liking change of perspective as well. Keep it going good sir!

cliffhanger ... noooo!

Good job

And end of the chapter. I'm really debating with myself if I should or shouldn't pull out a last chapter or bring it out in Oasis 2.



The sound of rock hitting ancient steel was deafening. Why had Pelinal not moved yet? Was it too late? I did not know, and didn’t dare think about it. I just stood there, with an odd calmth that didn’t fit the situation. For each moment I lingered, my death would become more certain. So far, I had not been hit by the falling debris yet my luck would not last forever. But I didn’t care. After all, what did my life mean now?
,,Here lies the champion of Tamriel. His courage was like a shining beacon to our souls and a scorging light to Tamriel’s foes. May his soul rest in peace. May we follow the example he’s set. May we never falter when all hope seems lost. May we raise our arm in defiance till our last breath. For as long as the stars shine in the sky, may heroes defend the land from evil.” The words came to me without warning. I remembered where I’d read them.

It was in Cyrodiil, some time ago. For an Altmer like me, it was like yesterday. For a human, it was many years. They were enscribed into a small, unasuming tombstone, situated within a grand mausoleum. Flowers graced the grave and countless candles cast their light on the faces of the worshippers. It was the grave of the unnamed champion, the one who had vanquished Tharn. Or so they say.

I whispered the words and turned them over and over within my mouth.
,,Why am I standing here? It is foolish! Pelinal is dead, Ro-El cannot be saved! But I will continue the fight in his name! I must leave!” I raised my hand to cast the spell when my luck finally ran out. A heavy rock hit me right above my left ear, knocking me down. Warm blood flowed down my cracked skull.
,,Heh, I suppose this is it. Such an embarassing end.” I thought with grim humour. My hands dug through the dust, clawing for my staff. I was hit by a constant stream of pebbles, the sign of a large fragment being ripped out of the ceiling. There was a sudden rush of air. Was it the air displaced by the falling boulder? The world rang, louder than ever.

,,Go.” Who had spoken? What was that voice? So calm and so devoid of any emotion. Who was there? I had to see. I forced myself to lift my head. The ceiling had gone, replaced by a dull gold. Gold, why was the ceiling made of gold? And why was it so close?
,,Go.” The voice spoke again. Now I knew what I was looking at. A hand, a giant hand of dented steel that was wrapped around me like a protective dome. Pelinal had moved.
,,Ro-El, you little show-off! You did it!” I cackled. My hands found my staff and I took hold of it. Its powers flowed into me and I cast the spell of recall.

The taste of the salty air of Azura’s coast nipped at my tongue as my body was transported through a temporal rip in the fabric of Mundus. I let myself sink to the deck of the airship and waited as the last of my powers slowly left me. I wouldn’t die, not without any further injury. We Altmer are of a superior physique compared to the other races. No, I would survive, like always.

Cushioned footsteps moved across the deck.
,,Still alive, old man?” The mocking voice of the ash man said.
,,Can you smell it, that fresh air? How your lungs struggle to take those breaths. You are defeated. Your shell is wounded, your goal has been crushed by countless tonnes of rock. Yes, not even the Daedric prince could prevent the destruction of her beloved shrine as it went down with the rest of the island. You are defeated old man.” He continued. I laughed weakly.
,,No, you are the one who is defeated.” I whispered back. My words were lost on the wind.
The Sixth House member bent down to my face.
,,What did you say?” He hissed.
,,It takes more than your feeble tricks to destroy a god.”

He bolted upright.
,,What?! Surely, that wound must have damaged your mind! I shattered an island! I threw tonnes upon tonnes of rock upon it! And yet you still believe it has survived?!” He shouted enraged.
,,I am certain of it.” I no longer had the power to speak, so I kept those words within my mind. I was loosing consciousness, slowly but surely. The last thing I heard was the sound of countless tonnes upon tonnes of rock shifting, being cast aside. The last thing I saw was the Centurion rising from the pile, shrugging off the heavy stone like mere raindrops. Then, I gave in to the darkness.


Ok, back to me then, I suppose. As Zarador said when he began to write, I have no idea what happened while I was inside Pelinal. Actually I wasn’t just inside Pelinal, I was a part of Pelinal. Pelinal only functions when its soul is whole. I am like a detachable piece of the soul, a key to its soul just like how the three swords are keys to its aspects.

I woke up far from where I entered my temporary sleep. I was in a tent, a dome of wood and animal hides. There was a fire burning at the center, and a short man kept watch. I knew that short man. It was Fargoth.
,,Hey there, keep calm. You’re still confused.” The Bosmer said and pushed me back onto the bed. I silently thanked him for as soon as I got up, I felt dizzy and would have fallen headfirst into the fire if it wasn’t for his help.
,,I know what you’re wondering. How did you get here and what have I been up to since I left Ebonheart.”

The agent made himself comfortable on the floor and poked up the fire with a long bone.
,,The second question is easy to tell. After leaving, I went straight for Red Mountain and have been holding a war of stealth with the Sixth House. Each morning I would go out and stalk the edge of the Ghostfence for any creep unlucky enough to stray within range of my bow. During the night, I would rest at the Ghostgate. During the last two weeks, an army like no other had been assembling. Two days ago, the army scaled Red Mountain. The Nerevarine was there as well and defeated Dagoth Ur. It wasn’t hard to know when. The whole top of the mountain blew off. Of course I was one of the first to investigate Dagoth Ur’s citadel after the Sixth House’s defeat.”

My head reeled from the new information. The Sixth House defeated? That was great news.
,,There wasn’t much to see to be honest. I went back out and followed the Nerevarine for a bit. He was going west, I don’t know why. Anyway, now for why you are here. Just a few hours after the great hero left, this big machine came stomping and entered the mountain. I followed as usual and found it standing in the middle of a large pool of lava. It didn’t move and the back of its head was open so I took a look. I saw you sitting there, sleeping. Anyway, I brought you here to this Ashlander tent and have been waiting ever since.”

I thought about everything he’d said.
,,So it’s all over? Good, I could use a vacation.” I muttered to no one in particular.
,,But it is not over. For an agent, there is always work to do. Just hope that your next job won’t require so much brute force and a bit more subtlety.”

Yup, I'm going to bring it in here. It sounds better from Ro-El's perspective.


Chapter 7: New faces with something old.

A few days later, we were all back at Ebonheart. Leroth was jumping all around me while Zarador stood next to the mirror and watched on. He laughed at the Bosmer’s antics and shifted the bandage around his head back into place.
,,Leroth! What is all this for? And finally, why did you guys make my ears grow pointy?!” I stammered. My ears were now indeed pointed, like an elf. I doubted it was a temporary change.

Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Using Zarador’s questionable ‘beard’ spell, I had produced a wealthy beard, which I instantly trimmed down to a more manageable volume. Zarador was a nice guy, but he was a bit crazy at times. Spending decades just to learn how to magically grow a beard could not be considered normal. It did look intimidating though. Gone was the quivering kid from the eggmine. I looked like a man twice my age. It didn’t change my length, though.

And then the clothes. They were fit for a king, to say the least. Black satin with golden embroidery. Heavy golden bracelets which Zarador had enchanted with some minor shield spells just because he could. A necklace of Ebony, and an Ebony walking-stick with a silver grip at the end. Only a handfull of people knew that the silver grip was actually the hilt of my rapier.

,,Hush, young man. Let me look at you. Yes, you look just fine. Now get going, we’ve arranged a grand ball in your honour.” The Bosmer replied after a long wait.
,,Ball?” I blurted out.
,,Work on your manners, my friend. We originally planned to have the Nerevarine as guest of honour yet he isn’t here. So we settled for the next best thing. Now go out there and behave like the king you are. Forgeheart is behind the throne should you somehow need it.” Zarador quipped.

I was utterly confused right now. There was something going on here, a game that had not been explained to me. In times like these, I would just have to improvise. And why had Forgeheart been hidden behind the Duke’s throne? Was such a measure truly necessary? With that sword, I could freeze over the entire castle. It was too scary to use. And speaking about the Duke, why hadn’t I seen him yet? After all I’d done, at least a debriefing would be expected. Yet none of it. And finally, why did Zarador call me a king?

The two elves shoved me out of the door and closed it behind me. I could hear a lock clicking into place. Ok, so I wasn’t supposed to go back and change into my usual attire. Ok, the message was clear. I moved down the corridor towards the stairs that would take me to the main throne-room. Maybe I could find out what was going on.

The stairs turned out to be blocked by a woman. Looking upon her Dunmeri features, I realized that she looked oddly familiar. As if the duke suddenly switched genders and lost a few years. I bowed down.
,,Milady. I hope you are doing well.” I said politely, staring at my own shoes and wondering how long these extravagant frills would last in the cold snow of Solstheim.
,,I am doing well, thank you. And speak normal, noble doesn’t suit you. Please, call me Ilmeni.” The woman giggled.

Ilmeni Dren turned around and went down the stairs, beckoning me to follow.
,,Listen, the houses have been kept in an uneasy balance by Dagoth Ur. With him gone and the Nerevarine out of the picture as well, there is nothing to keep them from falling on each other like hungry wolves. The Duke has come up with a plan. That is where you come in, lord Dwemer.” She said softly, pausing whenever we passed a near invisible peekhole. I was beginning to see the plan now and understood why I was dressed like this, why I had to grow a beard and why we were having a ball.
,,I will present myself as the lord of a reborn House Dwemer. With several thousand Centurions at my command, a number that grows each day, I can serve as the counterweight and fill up the void Dagoth Ur left behind.” I interupted the Duke’s daughter.
,,That is correct.”

Ilmeni dropped the subject and we chattered about inconsequential things all the way to the throne room. Inconsequential in that they were only meant to keep the spies distracted. I suppose we could sweep the place and clean out any foreign spies but that would only be messy. So we tolerated them, out of necesity.

The throne room was filled with a large assortment of nobles, who all took at least one glance at the short newcomer, some longer than others. Ilmeni picked up the pace and elegantly strode over to her father, who stood up out of his throne and embraced her. The Duchess who I’d never seen before did the same thing. It was both a sign of tenderness and a cold political act. Or perhaps not cold, because it could also be translated as follows.
,,This is my daughter, who I love. Hurt her, and I shall hunt you forever and make you beg for death.”

I followed at a slower pace, both out of political correctness and because I was a bit nervous with that big crowd. Five steps away from the throne, I made a slight bow to the Duke, his wife and Ilmeni. Slight, because I’d begun to play the game. It was a sign to those looking on that I respected the Duke as a host and an equal, but not necessarily my superior. If I was to revive House Dwemer, I had to act it.
,,Duke Dren, I thank you for your invitation.” I spoke solemnly. There was no invitation, but that was one of those things that had to be covered up.

The Duke made the exact same bow I’d made earlier, another sign.
,,I welcome you, lord Dumac of House Dwemer, to my humble abode.” Inwardly, I relished a mental grin at the collective gasp that drew through the room. Yes, lord Dumac had returned. I felt the slight tug of Magicka being used. Someone had recalled out of the room, a great breach of protocol. So the game was now in full swing.

The Duke turned to his other guests.
,,And to you, I extend my welcome as well. Allow me to introduce, my friend and ally, lord Dumac of House Dwemer.” He spoke loudly.
,,Friend and ally. Heh, it never harms to look out for yourself, milord.”

The nobles were in a hushed yet frantic discussion. I could pick up a few words.
,,Dumac?”
,,Is he crazy?”
,,But the Dwemer are gone, right?”
,,Maybe not, just look at him. Pale skin, beard, elven ears. He looks like a Dwemer. And aren’t they called Dwarves by some?”

There was another tug of Magicka. Someone had returned. No, two had returned. Dren moved closer to me without anyone noticing.
,,I’ve been hearing rumours about those two for a long time. I leave this up to you.” He whispered. I wondered who he meant. The doors swung open and I laid my eyes on….a very familiar face.

I love this line. It has the clarity, intensity, and sincerity of something that Rashelle would say.

Hmmm I wonder who these newcomers are? Methinks one of em might be Luper but the other... no clue at the moment.

Very interesting change of events with revitalizing the House Dwemer. I'm not sure how the other Houses would actually react to this. For some I almost think they'd be hostile, since the Dwemer were considered enemies. We'll see possibly I guess.

And the absolute final part!



I looked on in silence as the two made their way towards the throne. One I knew only from reports. Divayth Fyr, one of the oldest and arguably the most powerful mage in House Telvanni. Fortunately for us, also one of the most isolationist. Till now, it seemed. The other, was a man I’d known long before. Or rather, a man I’d known when I still carried the name of Dumac.

The two stopped before the Duke, but I knew that their eyes were on me.
,,Duke, allow me to introduce a friend of mine who has spent the last few years in my Corprusarium. Yagrum Bagarn. I must leave now. Farewell.” Divayth spoke with no modesty whatsoever and poofed away. Yagrum exchanged some smalltalk and then had himself escorted to a room, claiming he was still weak from his miraculously cured Corprus.

,,A real Dwemer. Talk about timing. He might cause trouble. Want me to….deal with him?” Fargoth whispered behind my back. He then extended a plate with several glasses into my view. I couldn’t quite imagine Fargoth as a servant, but he probably pulled it off quite well. I took a glass of wine and pretended to thank him for it.
,,No, everything’s under control. Let him do whatever he wants.” I whispered back in reality.

I kept to myself at first. I mingled in enough to play my role, but not so much that I’d risk making a slip. I also danced a few times with Ilmeni, who taught me a few new tricks on the spot. I hadn’t danced since before I died. Though the Floating Butterfly style did bear some resemblance, so it wasn’t that hard to get back into it. I was a bit distracted though, both with Yagrum Bagarn in the back of my head and the prospect of an assassin on my doorstep every morning.

A few hours later, the ball was beginning to calm down, for which I was grateful. I was tired and bored, two things that don’t go well with the act I was playing. I played with the full glass of wine I’d taken from Fargoth hours ago and asked myself if I should drink it or remain sober. From the corner of my eyes, I saw two Bosmer approach, one dressed like a noble and the other in a dress with markings that looked distinctly magelike to me.

,,Good evening, sir. I must say that I am honoured to meet the famous king of the Dwemer. I am Leroth and this here is Galbedir, my wife-to-be.” He spoke courteously. I took a double-take on the woman he was with. It was indeed Galbedir, the Bosmer I’d brought him in touch with. I wondered if spying and being married went together but kept that question to myself.
,,The honour is mine. I wish you a very joyous and long life.” I replied with a polite nod. So now I was acting formal to old friends. That was a bit annoying. But I couldn’t let Galbedir know I was the kid from the Balmora mage guild.

,,You have grown a lot, Ro-El. The beard looks cute.” Galbedir whispered and winked. So she did know. Hell, I bet she’d been drafted into the order just because she was Leroth’s ‘totally hot Bosmer chick’. In that case, no need to play around.
,,It’s a new one to me. Since it’s created through magicka, I don’t know if I need a knife or a spell to shave.” I laughed, but still making sure I kept my voice down.
,,Anyway, this Yagrum Bagarn fellow has been asking for a conversation with Dumac. He’ll meet you on the northern balcony.” Leroth whispered, casting a few quick glances at a Telvanni. He was with a member of the mage guild, so some wariness around Galbedir’s great rivals was not out of place.

I said my farewell to the happy couple and casually slinked to curtains hanging behind the throne. When no one was looking, I grabbed Forgeheart and vanished in the servant’s corridor just behind the throne, giving the signal to the guards who were hidden there. They stepped aside and allowed me to pass. Now safely hidden from prying eyes, I attached the scabbard to my back. Holding Dumac’s sword would make it easier to convince Yagrum of my identity.

Yagrum said nothing at first when I joined him. He simply looked me over with a blank expression, lingering on the hilt of Forgeheart for a while. Time had not been kind to him. While once he was a cranky old man, now he looked like a pile of half-rotten fat slapped on top of a giant spider Centurion.
,,So you’re Dumac. I don’t know if I should believe that. If you are, you’ve changed. If you’re not, you act like a good impostor.” He finally said.
,,Hello, Bagarn.” I replied with the same neutral tone.

Yagrum Bagarn turned away and gazed over the land.
,,It has been so long since I saw the sky. The land has changed. Does anyone remember me?” He spoke to himself, using the Dwemer language.
,,I do.” I replied. His eyes shot to me, the confusion at hearing someone actually speak Dwemer clearly evident.
,,Then what do you remember, lord?” He asked, slipping back into Tamriellic.
,,Not much, a few vague pictures and feelings.” I answered, slipping back to Tamriellic as well.

For a moment, we were both silent again and watched the moons in the nightsky.
,,You know, I made a promise.” I said softly while I leaned on the railing. I saw a cloaked man move through the streets below, heading for the harbour.
,,What kind of promise, lord?” Yagrum asked without looking at me.
,,Remember Forgeheart, Yagrum?” I asked in return.
,,Forgeheart….yes, I do. I remember how Kagrenac slaved on it for days without rest. It was his masterpiece, one of the six great tools of Lorkhan. That’s what he called it and its siblings. Now though, this sounds like nonsense. The heart is no more. I felt its demise. We all did.”

I shook my head.
,,No, not all of us did. I didn’t, and ended up trying to fight Dagoth Ur a day after he’d been killed. After risking my life again and again, it was a bit of an anti-climax to be honest.” I said.
,,Now what was this promise?” Yagrum asked again.
,,I promised that I would right the wrongs that had been committed against Dwemer like Nebrighk. I swore it on Forgeheart.” I told him. I was still following the cloaked man with my eyes, and was now also looking at the shadow that seemed to follow him. We were silent again. I knew I had convinced him that I really was Dumac the moment I spoke Dwemer.

I raised my voice.
,,You there! Behind you!” I shouted and pointed at the shadow. The cloaked man didn’t look at me as I’d expected, but immediately turned on the assassin that had been stalking him. I watched the battle that began to unfold.

,,That is a fine promise, but I fear it has little use. What good would it do those of us who are gone? No one has been called Kagrenac since Red Mountain. Since the day the Dwemer perished.” Yagrum said, apparently unconcerned with the battle raging below.
,,Yeah, no one will really feel better if I avenge the Dwemer.” I muttered.
,,And what is there to avenge? They could have chosen immortality, yet they chose for an eternal sleep. I must go now, lord. I am tired.” Yagrum Bagarn said and began to walk back to the door a few steps away.

,,I never break a promise, neither the one I made to Nebrighk, nor the one I made to you…..Kagrenac.” I spoke solemnly and pulled Forgeheart free from the block of frozen flesh and steel.


The End.

So now Ro-El seeks to avenge the Dwemer. Makes me think he's going to run into Luper sometime in Oasis 2.

Excellent conclusion to this story, jack. Now I wonder if you'll focus on the other stuff you're working on or start another one? Haha.

Even though I haven´t commented to that incredible extent as Mallie does, I have read your story and I must say what I probably said before ..

- You are a very talented writer and it has been a pleasure to read your work!

What she said, lol .

Edit: hey, I might as well not even try to be as articulate as the vets here.

What a thrilling ride- with a glorious ending- a cliff-hanger at the very last..... I tip my doggie-eared hat to you, sir.

Woah, a surprise twist ending. It took me a few minutes to figure it out. Nice.

One question ...

Who were those two?

Or are we not supposed to know?

I can give you a hint blockhead.

Read Oasis 2 and you'll find out.

There is now apparently a theory, accepted as Lore, about the disappearance of the Dwemer. I read it in cursory fashion and it made sense to me.

However, whether or no the content of this tale agrees with it, I know which I prefer. More fool Bethsoft for not hiring you on and making this yet another Morrowind expansion.

ps - wherever you were educated Jack Cloudy you make small mistakes that no Englishman would make. Should Bethsoft wake up to the value of this piece then I'ld be delighted to edit it for you - for a reasonable fee

Alternately if I had a library in Tamriel I would want this on my bookshelf, even if it is 'only' fiction.