Hi! Im ureniashtram,this is my first time to post a new story around here..so comments and crits are welcome.. A bit of my grammar maybe wrong so tell me if im mistaken so i can clean it up later.. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 : The Night Of The Daedra

"They are coming!"said the man in rags. The other refugees hiding in the tavern just cuddled up to each other in fear, panic or just taking advantage on the situation, Lugrub did not want know.

"Calm yourself, them puny Daedra are no match for Lugrub`s axe. Too bad Despair Pleaser got broken." an Orc, clad in Imperial Legion Armor tried to calm them by cursing the demons. That did little to ease the panic and Fear on their hearts. Growling in frustration, he kicked off the door and rushed at the field of battle. A figure also followed him, but like a phantom, Lugrub never noticed.

The field near the Chapel was beaming with activity. Mainly; Killing, Destroying and Maiming. Lugrub smiled insanely, the corner of his green lips reaching his ears. Letting out a battlecry, Lugrub charged at the fray with his Axe raised.

The nearest Dremora charged at Lugrub, mace leading the way. Lugrub narrowed his eyes and sent a demonic glare at the Dremora. That stopped him in his tracks by Fear.

The orc gripped his axe tightly, and waiting for the right time, threw it with strength that could make many Nords cry in jealousy. The hit severed the Dremora's head, and decapitated two more before the Axe found itself on the chest of a Dremora Valkynaz.

"Raarrgghh! Get the mortal's head! Grunfrak demands it!" the Valkynaz roared and cursed Lugrub for his pain, while the Dremoras and Scamps obeyed immediately. A few seconds later, the Valkyn had body torn in half by an Axe thrown by Lugrub.

As they charged at the Orc, they failed to notice eight Kvatch archers and a tall bosmer stand from their hiding spot. Many Daedra were dead before they knew what hit them.

A dread silence passed, and they felt the ground shook violently.

"Mehrunes himself has came to play! How nice!" the Orc cackled wildly while picking up a Daedric shield and Mace. Before they could react, two fireballs flew past the laughing orc and exploded upon impact on the Chapel. Several stories of cement and bricks rained down on the Imperial Guards. They were crushed like bugs.

A great shadow suddenly covered the field, silencing it with awe. A caterpillar like machine, with a large fiery hole on it's front, dwarfed the entire field if not Kvatch itself. It sent two fireballs at Lugrub, who managed to dodge on time. The guards raised their shields, in attempt to protect themselves. A few minutes passed and nothing happened.

"What is happening?"

"The..Machine..its not firing!"

"We have defeated them!"

All of the guards cheered, like they won. But this is just beggining. Raising their swords in air, they whooped and celebrated in what they thought a major victory.

"Renius,go to the chapel and see if there any survivors. " ordered a man with a bandana on his head. He wore the typical garb of the Kvatch Guards, or what's left of it at least.

"I appreciate the help you two, but get back to the chapel help Renius anyway you can."

"Ha! Lugrub do not wish to help, but fight! You Imperials are weak!" roared Lugrub.

A chuckle erupted from behind, and an unnaturally tall bosmer appeared. He wore a typical huntsman attire, with silver arrows and an iron bow slinged on his shoulders.

"All muscle, no brains." commented the Wood-Elf. The orc reached for a stone threw it at the snickering Elf. It hit straight on the face, with his mouth bleeding.

"Can't you come out here and show me that ridiculously powerful Orchish muscle of yours?"

"That's just the beginning, pal come here. I'll have you arrested because of your attitude!"

"This is not the time to be squablling! Go to the chapel and help Renius!"yelled the Captain to the two men arguing.

"..just having a little fun..Ok, then." said Menathil with a mocking tone. Nearly there, the Machine again fired and caught, ironically, the guards off guard.

"Agh!"

"Prepare yourselves!"

"Where are the Gods when we need them?!" all of the guards are now panicking and their morale lost.

Menathil and Lugrub looked and was shocked when the Machine, was shooting fire balls to them. "Run!" the elf yelled, sprinting for the door of the Chapel like a man who lost his wife.

"Orc, lookout!"and when Lugrub looked up he saw the very chapel falling to him. "C'mon, don't you stand there, come here!"ordered a young Imperial. Lugrub looked to the direction of the voice, and saw a guard running to him.

"Wha-"

An explosve sound erupted and Lugrub thought he was dead but when he opened his eyes,he was alive. He looked around him thinking he could thank the imperial but saw no one.

"Imperial where ar-" he was surprised that the bloody head of the Imperial was right beneath the debris.

"This is no time to mourn Orc, let's go!" Menathil shouted, while making a gesture with his hands to 'come here'. Lugrub suddenly felt pain on his head. Reaching up to touch his throbbing head, he fainted.

"Orc, Orc!"then all was black. Menatil tried all of his might to removed the debris that buried Lugrub. And after a few minutes, he finally recovered the bloody and injured body of the arrogant Orc.

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All right folks thats chapter 1 ill add more later-ureniashtram.

Well, the first one is an example of a noob i am. Heh, anyway, I`ll just continue Lugrub`s story. After I`m finished with this one, I`ll continue to update more. Also, I enabled the thingy so you readers can post your comments and crits.


Chapter 2: An Offer That Could Never Be Refused


"Ruma, are you sure about this? I mean, The Master knows we don`t need anymore recruits" an unknown altmer said while holding a staff. He is dressed in blood red robes, with similary colored hood covering most of his face. Another robed figure approached them, but with a voice of a female Altmer.

"Of course I'm sure about this! Father and the Master ordered this Themselves. Apparently, this one's got a rather... intruiging Power. A Potentialite... We didn't have many of those before Father's Ascension.."

The male altmer suddenly placed his hands on the female's mouth.

"Hush it, will you? We're not exactly sure if this one's gonna co-operate." the female slapped the hand away, and roughly kicked the Male one where 'the sun don't shine'. Gasping in pain, he fell with thud clutching his manhood.

"Relax, brother. Hermaeus Mora Himself told the Master that this one will be his Servant."

"If you...say..Ugh...so." the Altmer stood up, casted a healing spell where it hurts and turned to Lugrub.

After saying unknown words, a fog engulfed both the altmer and Lugrub. And with a blink of an eye, the two appeared in a land of fire, where the sky is crimson: The Deadlands.

At first, Lugrub tried to escape, to only find himself paralyzed.

This amused the altmer and said;

"It`s no use, beast. I used the very incantation that Vivec and his foolish Triune used to poison that Nerevar. If you move your legs, kiss goodbye to it. The same goes to your whole body, one move, dead." the kidnapper said threatfully. A few minutes passed and Lugrub heard a demonic laugh. It was getting louder and nearer when Lugrub saw who it is;

Mehrunes Dagon.

Lugrub was now panicking as Dagon grabbed him and said:

"Grrr, so this puny creature is the one who massacred Grunfrak`s troops. Pity, he was a good general, but now I have to wait before he is revived. I suppose eternal torment would be a satisfying punishment for you, no? If not, you will do my bidding with unending loyalty. Yes... you will be my harbinger of destruction on the mortal world, but not without a little present. Also I want you to kill a certain person like yourself who destroyed a battalion of dremora. If you do it, I`ll make you a vessel of pure hatred and power."

Lugrub could not believe what he just heard, he would be Dagon`s harbinger of destruction. At first Lugrub declined, but after being reminded of the reward, it was an offer he could never refuse. So he accepted Mehrunes 'little present', that sent a very painfull shock in Lugrub`s body.

And with that he awoke. After standing up, he found that his muscle and his reflexes was now higher that he could ever imagine. After a few pushups and jabbing at no one particular, he saw the Captain with 5 soldiers talking to Menatil and an unknown Altmer.

The Altmer was wearing a robe of black and red color, with steel shoulder pad on his shoulder and steel boots and gauntlets. After a few minutes of talking, the Captain waved Lugrub to join the conversation. As Lugrub neared them, Menatil said;

"You`re finally awake, orc. As you can see, we`re planning on how to take back the castle. And well, we got bad news. The emperor`s been assassinated but not without saying 'Never take the offer of the Destroyer' to our royal friend Varinel here. Dont you think it`s a mystery?" Menatil said while laughing, but to Lugrub, he knew he made a very bad mistake. A few minutes later they were joined by eight Legionairres.

No doubt they got a fighting chance now. But the Captain splitted his soldiers into two groups, so while the other group charge the enemy head-on, the other is going to flank them and open the gate if it isnt open. Lugrub will be assisting the group who would charge in, while Menatil and Varinel the altmer will be with the other group. And with a few prayers to the Nine Divines, they went their seperate ways.

Outside the chapel, Lugrub could sense other daedra roaming around. He knew it was because of that demon`s 'little present' but he knew there was no backing down. The group was alerted when they heard a sickening scream coming from a tower, and they saw a scout fall to his death because of an axe thrown by a dremora.

As group prepared themselves, they noticed that they were outnumbered by 5 to 2. Two dremora rushed with their axes and longswords raised. The first dremora tackled a guard by his shield and crushed his abdomen. Then the dremora stumbled on Lugrub and stared at his eyes and did the strangest thing: he smiled to the orc and went for another guard.

The very thought of his worst enemy smiling and leaving him alone sent a shiver to Lugrub. But nonetheless, he grabbed the dremora by the skull and crushed it. A second dremora rushed at him, and swung his sword in a wide arc and said something with an accusing tone. But Lugrub evaded it and buried his axe in the dremora`s skull that split it in two. After that, an unknown element forced Lugrub to say:

"A small price to be payed. Can you feel the regret of killing your own future soldiers? wahahahaa!" this made the others look him suspiciously and move on.

To Lugrub however, he almost felt sick. He only wished this nightmare will end. A few minutes of walking and killing any daedra the stood in their way, the group finally reached the gate, only to see it closed and dremora shooting arrows above the gate.

A few shots and two guards is down with an arrow sticking at their throats. Fortunately, three guards was carrying bows and made short work at the daedric archers.

Lugrub finally decide to open the gates by himself and try to see if Dagon`s 'little present' is going to assist him in it. Lugrub grabbed the gate bars, and to everyones suprise, lifted it like it was a piece of paper. All of them was in awe, especially Lugrub. But the captain warned:

"You might want to wait for the other group, orc. I mean we cant take them by ourselves. S-"

"No need, Captain. Apparently we got stucked by a huge debris, and without Varinel`s telekinesis spell, I dont even want to think of it." Menatil said while helping Varinel and the others. And after they witness another gate opened by Lugrub, they stared in awe except Varinel.

After Lugrub opened the gates, the outside of the castle was empty and they presumed the bulk of the swarm is inside. And when they opened the entrance to the castle, they were suprised to what they found inside.


To be continued... that`s about it. Read and Reply, as always.

Well, first off, to call this interesting is like calling Sheogorath "a wee bit on the dodgy side." I like the whole concept, and you're taking the Oblivion game canon in an interesting direction.

Your sentence structure has improved dramatically from the first post, and while there are still a few things to improve upon, you're showing a definite grasp of the wonky and almost completely irrational language that we call English. If you want I'd be happy to PM you with some of the examples, but first and foremost it is readable and understandable, and that's pretty much all that matters.

Anyways, I hope to see more of this soon, it is darn-good stuff and I want to see where it goes from here.

Wow, a first comment on my least known story. I very much appreciate it Cap'tn, thanks. Anywhoo, here's an update. Enjoy.



Chapter 3: Light Through Darkness




Lugrub and the others almost vomitted when they laid there eyes upon the throne room or what is left of it. Fire, blood, bodies and wreckage are everywhere. But the most gruesome and demonic thing they saw was at the throne in front of them. The count has his head cut off and someone or something placed it on his hands.

The Counts body is standing upright, with his clothes made of innards of human and mer alike. Two guards was sent by the Captain to the living quarters and did not return in five minutes. Getting worried, the Captain, Varinel and Lugrub made their way to the living quarters only to hear screams of terror and pain behind them. The trio turned around in unison and they did not like what they saw.

Xivilais, Dremora and an unknown demonic creature were killing the soldiers that they left in the main hall. The demonic creature worried Lugrub the most. Two guards swinged their swords at the demon, only to find it broken when the swords connected.

The demon grabbed a broken pillar by one of its hands and crushed the two unfortunate soldiers. Lugrub froze in terror when he finally saw what the creatures appearance is.

The creature is almost fifteen feet tall and its hooves seemed to be clawed. Horns are formed in the creatures forehead and its eyes are fiery yellow. The creature's skin is red and it's body is very muscular and spikes are forming on its back.

"By Akatosh, what kind of twisted Daedra is t.th..that?" asked the trembling Captain to Varinel, who seems disgusted by the creature.

"Just what I thought. So that's why I felt a demonic aura in the air. That, Imperial, is a vile Gnasherhusk. It is said in tales that Lorkhan himself created those things before his demise. At first, it wanders the various Realms of Oblivion to find a suitable host. Then, if its lucky, it enters the mortal realm and it will lay waste to us until it's host is either exorcised or killed. It is said that one Gnasherhusk faced the legendary Pelinal Whitestrake and almost killed him. "

"Wha..what host? Who is so unfortunate enough to be that twisted creature's host? A..and that creature is supposed to be that powerful?" yelped Lugrub to the calm Salache(High Elf in Ayeleid). At first the Altmer looked melancholic, but finally said;

"Menatil. And yes, that creature is very powerful. Careful, be cautious." and with that, Varinel unleashed a barrage of frozen shards at the Daedric group.

It killed all of them, but the Gnasherhusk seemed to be unaffected. The creature let out a vile scream that can break the morale of an army and ran towards the high elf.

After seeing the high elf a few feet away, it lunged itself towards him, only to be tackled by Lugrub and the captain.

The Gnasherhusk seemed to be stunned by Lugrub's tackle, and seeing the oppurtunity, Lugrub tried to bury his axe at the Gnasherhusk's head.

But demonic creature evaded it and kicked Lugrub that sent the orc flying. The captain, now alone, swinged his sword in overhead slash that injured the arm of the Gnasherhusk.

The captain then tried to stab the creature, only to find himself being grabbed by the Gnasherhusk. The creature threw the Imperial towards a spiked debris and the captain's upper torso was shredded to bloody pieces.

The Gnasherhusk turned to the High elf only to see a very powerful fireball directed at its head. When the magically enhanced fire connected, the Gnasherhusk's head flew a few feet away from it's now falling body. When the Gnasherhusk's body hit the floor, a red mist engulfed it's whole body. After the mist has cleared, Menatil's headless body emerged.

The Gnasherhusk has been finally casted out to the fiery pits of Oblivion.

Lugrub finally stood up and saw Menatil's dead body. He walked towards it and said something that the Salache could not hear. He then walked towards the Altmer, and the orc said;

"Elf, what are we going to do now? This city now lies in ruins and with no Count, Kvatch will surely be a haven for bandits and the like."

''You're right, dark one. I suppose you should be in charge and turn this city into worshipping Mehrunes Dagon." Lugrub was speechless. He never could have thought that Varinel knew what he had done.

"Wh..what are you talking..about."

"Do not play dumfounded with me, orc. You accepted Dagon's offer to be his thrall for the rest of your pitiful, worthless life. The Emperor said this to me before he is assasinated!"

"What am I supposed to do, steal the power of Akatosh to bring back time so I can decline Dagon's offer? Besides, Dagon said He would make me a Vessel Of Destruction. No one could ever refuse that offer, even if He is a Daedric Prince." Now that Lugrub said this, Varinel seemed disgusted and angry at the orc, but Lugrub did not mind. And when Lugrub opened his mouth to say something, an unknown element forced Lugrub to say;

"But are you not one of Meridia's Lifereaver, High elf? You accepted Her own Offer so you can be powerful then you ever could imagine. But at the cost of your life. You and me are the same, Lifereaver." Varinel was suprised when Lugrub said this. Nonetheless Varinel retorted with;

"I accepted Meridia's Offer...to be the...Light through Darkness."

To be continued.

Ahh..nice a story about an Orc! That was some time ago here. This one is good, please keep it up ya hear?

Thanks, Minque. Don't you worry, I'll keep updating.

Chapter 4: Ritual Of Ascension: Transformation


Lugrub did not move for a second. He was awe strucked when he said those things. For awhile, the two men stared at each other, thinking of something to say. Varinel was the one who broke the silence by lifting Lugrub up by his telekinesis spell. He threw the orc across the room, where Lugrub almost got killed when he nearly hit a spiked debris. Varinel released the orc from his telekinetic grip, and sent a powerful lightning towards Lugrub. The orsimer was electrocuted for a second, and was sent flying because of the impact. Lugrub crashed against a pillar and a huge debris buried him. The Salache, now satisfies that a threat is gone, made his way back to the camp.

Lugrub awoke in a uncomfortable bed with an unknown cloth, mostly made of unknown steel. He looked around the room, and he did not like what he saw. The room's color is red and the floor is wet with blood. Across the room, stood a Dremora clad in Daedric armor. He sighed in frustration. He was in Dagon's realm, again. He tried to stand up, but the pain of his back prevented him from doing so. He groaned in pain and after that, his nose started to bleed. When he wiped his nose and saw his hands, he screamed in terror. His hands are now a strange mixture of black and red. The Dremora approached him and, much to the suprise of Lugrub, asked him with a very raspy tone;

"Are you okay, sir?" at first, Lugrub thought he was in Sheogorath's realm, because he did not know why he understood the Dremora.

"Wh..why do Lugrub know what you saying?"

"B..because you're one of us now, sir." Lugrub's eyes widened in shock and his blood ran cold. He roared in desperation, much to the suprise of the Dremora. But he knew there was no other choice, other than obey Dagon's orders. After a few minutes of sobbing and screaming, Lugrub asked the dremora;

"Is..there a wizard or mage that can heal me, dremora? If so, bring them to me."

"Yes, sir. Right away." and with that the dremora hurried and left Lugrub alone. Lugrub thought for a minute, to why the dremora keep calling him 'sir'. His thoughts were interrupted when a black robed dremora holding a staff entered his room.

"It is an honor to serve you, Great One. Now, what can I be of service?" asked the dremora politely. Lugrub turned to his back, so the dremora can see it.

"My back hurts. Do whatever you do to heal it." grumbled Lugrub. The former orsimer could sense the Dremora nod, and with a few incantation unknown to Lugrub, his pain started to go away. He thanked the dremora, and ordered them to bring a mirror. After the two dremora left, Lugrub stood up, and looked at his whole body. The former orc's body is, no doubt, changed. His honored green skin is now a frightening red with small spikes forming on his elbow and his claws are now yellowish and long. After a few minutes a Xivilai holding a giant mirror entered Lugrub's room. And when Lugrub stood in front of it, he fell to his knees. His eyes are now yellow, and his hair are completely gone, but his orcish features are still remaining.

Demonic tattos are formed on Lugrub's whole face, and when he stood up, he is now a hovering ten feet tall. After ordering the Xivilai to leave him in peace, Lugrub felt an unknown energy forming around him. And with a blink of an eye, he was standing on a hill, clad in an unknown black spiked armor that boosted his reflexes and wielding a daedric battle axe. At first he was suprised, but realised it was just one of Dagon's trick on him. After a few steps, he heard Dagon's saying:

"Prepare yourself, my servant. Because in this Rite of Endurance, you will need it. In order to be the Vessel of Destruction, you must Immortal. This Rite will prove it!"

"What is this Rite of Endurance?!" roared Lugrub to the skies hovering above him. He then heard battlecries and loud footsteps below the hill he is standing. He turned around and his eyes widened in shock. An army of Daedra approaches him.

To be continued

(sorry if this is short)

Chapter 5:　Ritual Of Ascension: Rite Of Endurance


Lugrub thought fast. He knew only demigods can hold off an entire army by theirselves. And when he mentally said 'demigod' he smiled. He thought of a plan, a plan that would hold the Daedric army back and dwindle their numbers by something heavy and hard.

He looked around his surroundings, and much to his delight, found eight rock laying nearby. The only flaw he noticed on his plan was how to lift them and throw it towards the approaching army. 'All muscle, no brains.' he thought for himself.

Then an evil grin formed on his lips. He jogged towards the neaby rocks, picked them up like it seemed like paper, and hurled two giant rocks at the daedras who were unfortunate enough to be crushed. Lugrub continued this, until all the rocks are thrown.

Lugrub, now preparing himself for incoming army, studied his gear.

The armor seemed harder than daedric armor. It also enhanced his strengh, intelligence, speed and agillity to such a degree, the former orsimer could cast Journeyman spells in all arcane arts, the abillity to evade five strikes per second, to run fast like the wind and the abillity to pick heavier objects with ease.

Lugrub then studied his newly aquired weapon. It seemed it glowed with several magickal enchantments. The first enchantment can deal ungodly amounts of fire to the target to such amount, a minor explosion would erupt.

The second is a twisted combination of damage health and absorb health. The third one seemed to be a paralyze spell for atleast half a minute. The fourth one seemed to destroy the target's whole armor with one strike.

Lugrub smiled when he knew what enchantments his new axe holded. He named it 'Terrorsigil', a name of a weapon so evil that it forever changed Tamriel. A name of a weapon whispered in silence, even to the current day.

He thought that accepting Mehrunes Dagon's offer to become the Vessel of Destruction and lay waste upon the mortal realm was the right choice.

Before he could continue his dark thoughts, he was interrupted when the first group of eight Dremora Valkynaz came rushing at him. Even to a powerful being like Lugrub, a Valkynaz group is a threat.

The group of Dremora circled Lugrub for almost an eternity, but in reality, only a few seconds passed when a Dremora swung his sword in a backhand slash, in hopes of decapitating Lugrub.

The former orc ducked, and seeing an opening, punched the dremora with his free hand. The hit connected, and to everyone's suprise, disintegrated the dremora's armor and crushed his ribs.

Lugrub then blocked a few hits from a longsword-wielding dremora, while at the same time evading a warhammer looking forward to crush his skull. He swung his axe like a whirlwind, and sliced the two dremora in two.

He then tackled a bewildered dremora, and buried his spiked boot at the dremora's face that made a bloody hole in the middle of the dremora's head. After seeing what he had done, Lugrub cast a lightning spell towards another dremora, that sent a very painful shock at the dremora's whole body.

The remaining dremora tried to run, but Lugrub catched up to them, and decapitated them. Lugrub rested for a bit. He never had action like these in his life. A few minutes passed, and he heard a certain howl. A howl that made his blood cold. A howl from two Gnasherhusks.

Lugrub felt his legs numb, and his mouth wide open. He was shocked when he realized that there was not two Gnasherhusk, but one.

And Lugrub knew from it's appearance that it is not an ordinary demon. Roaring in desperation and rage, Lugrub lunged himself at the creature and kneed it at the stomach.

He then grabbed it by the neck, and hurled it, with tremendous force, towards a part of a ruin, that literally broke the Gnasherhusk' whole body. Rising from the debris, the Gnasherhusk picked up a rather big pillar and threw it at Lugrub.

Time seemed to slow down as Lugrub grabbed the pillar mid-air and crushed the Gnasherhusk Enforcer beneath it.

Feeling proud of himself, Lugrub let out a demonic battlecry and charged at the whole Daedric army.

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2 days later...
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Lugrub stood on a pile of bodies, that it seemed he was on top of a black mountain. Beneath him was the charred, broken, and dead bodies of the bold dremora who tried to stop the Destroyer's Pawn. With his last ounce of stamina and voice, he cried out;

"I am Lugrub the Vessel of Destruction! None can stop my rampage through the mortal realm. I am Destruction Incarnate!"

while he said this, his body was engulfed in a red mist. And with a blink of an eye, he was in his room again. Walking towards his bed, he was suprised when he felt it was soft. A few seconds passed, and Lugrub fell asleep. The former orc opened his eyes to see a figure seated on a mountain shaped throne, with a frown on the figure's face.

Around him is a vaccum of grey ashes, with many floating stones hoavering all over the place. As Lugrub rubbed the sleepiness off of his eyes, his mouth almost fell off of his jaw. There seated on his throne, Malacath eyed Lugrub like a parent scowling a son. A few seconds passed, and a beaming light showered the both of them. A stoic bearded man appeared and approached Malacath and said;

"It appears that one of your 'sons' had already fallen to the little Destroyer's grasp. Surely you may want to do something about it, Malacath?"

"What do you want, Talos? You may be a God of War, but IN MY REALM, I'M the SUPREME POWER!! What I DO in MY REALM is NONE of YOUR business!" roared the God of Curses to the amused Aedra. Talos retorted with;

"I am merely informing you that after Dagon is finished with the mortal realm, which will never happen of course, he will turn his attention to the lesser Daedric Lords like you. He will most likely try to start an endless war.

How about this. You stop him, by whatever means, and Lord Akatosh will turn you into one of us again, Trinimac. It seems that a certain old 'friend' is returning and your dealing with him in the past is quite needed."

"L..Lorkhan? G..ge..get OUT NOW!" Malacath yelled again at the Aedra. Talos merely smiled, and was gone in a blinding light. After that, Malacath turned his attention to the confused Lugrub. Malacath stood up and levitated towards the dumbfounded and shocked Lugrub.

"As for you, little orc. You just made a serious mistake by trusting that fool, Dagon." and after Malacath said this, Lugrub truly awoke.

Cloud Ruler Temple, Jerall Mountains....


Jauffre readed the report over and over again. He simply cannot believe that Mankar Camoran has been slain by Varinel in a cave near Cheydinhal and retrieved the Amulet of Kings. He then ran towards the main hall, where Martin is in. The old grandmaster found the last Septim talking to Baurus. As he neared them, the breton catched glimpses of their conversation.

".....thought so, too. I can't believe an Orc can be transformed into..."

"...dark times we live in, Majesty. I also heard that...."

Their conversation ended when they noticed Jauffre smilling wide. This took the two by suprise, but tried to hide it. The breton walked towards them, paper in hand and said in a blissfull voice:

"Your Majesty. We. Have-" he was cut short when a very wounded Blade, that accompanied Varinel, came rushing in towards the main hall. Baurus grabbed the limping soldier by the arm led him towards the Infirmary, but not without giving Jauffre a worried look. A few hours passed and the wounded soldier finally said why he was here;

"G...gra..grandmas'er..They...they to...took...him...Dre'ora....took....hi...him.....Amu'et.....of...Kings....is...i..in...The....Priory...o..of the......Nin...Nine...Divine.....Cru...Cru'ader...arri'ed....and...saved us....but....Vari'el.....was....taken...into Obli........aaagghhh...."

Martin gasped when he heard that Varinel was taken into Oblivion. He looked towards Jauffre and said:

"What are we going to do now, Jauffre?"

"Let's just find the mythical location of the Priory of the Nine. I think it's in the Westweald, near the Elsweyr border...hmm."