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Chapter 422: Bickering

Michael turns to the next person he knew, a man sitting under Meridia's Sigil. Garrick the 'Glare', a Vigilant of Stendarr that he'd met at the Hall of the Vigilant... Or would it 'Former-Vigilant', considering how he was technically conspiring with Daedra, even one as pleasant as Meridia.

The man looked the same as he remembered, strong build, short brown hair, heavily scarred face, and unique eyes that lacked eyelids that seemingly glared into your soul. They locked gazes for a moment, both giving a short nod before turning their attention elsewhere, but not before Michael confirmed that Dawnbreaker was on his hip.

The last person he recognised that was here was Eola, the cannibal that gives the quest that potentially allows the Dragonborn to acquire the Ring of Namira, the ring of which was already on the woman's finger. She wore red warpaint, had one healthy eye, and looked like your average battle-worn Nord woman, if you disregarded the cannabilism.

There were two other people present however, one was sitting under Malacath's sigil, Michael could tell it was an orc judging by the tusks and green skin visible from under the heavily modified orcish helmet. Michael's eyes focussed on the large war hammer placed next to the orc, Volendrung glowed with malicious intent, almost as if it was staring at Michael himself.

The orc's lips rise mockingly as he turns his head towards Michael. Michael glares back, but eventually changes his focus to the next person that was sitting under the sigil of Hermaeus Mora. It was a hooded mage wearing bedraggled robes with a large black tomb strapped to their side... A Black Book, one of the many dangerous artifacts left around Tamriel by the Daedric Prince of knowledge.

*Shooksh!*

Abruptly, the next person appears, this time in the chair under Vaermina's sigil. A Dunmer man wearing ragged priest robs with a dead look in his eyes, one of his hands tightly wrapped around the Skull of Corruption, one of Vaermina's artifacts.

More and more people began arriving, a handsome Imperial mage wielding Sanguine's Rose appearing under, you guess it, Sanguine's sigil.

A sickly-looking Breton warrior wielding Shield-Breaker appears under Peryite.

A huge vampire wearing forsworn garbs and wielding the Mace of Molag Bal.

A Morag Tong assassin wearing the traditional chitin and leather armour appeared under Mephala's sigil, though, Michael couldn't see any visible artifact... They must've been hiding it, smart.

A large man appeared under Boethiah's sigil, completely armoured in ebony armour along with the artifact called Ebony Mail.

The second to last person appears, one that Michael immediately recognises despite their attempts at hiding their identity. They wore ebon thread robes, wielded a familiar staff, and wore the Masque of Clavicus Vile. The most noticeable thing about them though was their very short stature...

"Charlotte..." mentally intones, guilt resurging at his negligence and part in what'd happened to her. She turns towards him, the metal visage of the Masque staring at him...

Both had their attention drawn to the last person however... Well, person isn't the right word...

Under Sheogorath's sigil, a large mud crab appeared in the chair with the Wabbajack tied firmly to its back...

With all the Champions gathered, except the ones belonging to Nocturnal and

Jyggalag, the Daedric Princes finally decided to show themselves.

"So, the horned dog-shagger decided to get between me, and MY people!" Clavicus Vile says, his ephemeral form hovering over the seated Charlotte.

"If anyone is a 'dog-shagger', then it's you, Cas'cus." Azura spits, her beautiful spirit-like form resting its hands on Nelacar's shoulders, causing the man to unconsciously blush and give a nervous smile. "Don't try to tell us that you've never bedded that mutt, Barbas after all this time you've been together."

Sanguine, Sheogorath cackle at this, while Hircine stifles his own response. "Oh, did I upset you, miss frigid mooncalf!? Are you angry at the loss of your moons? Or was it your shrines? Oh! Maybe it was your loss of those annoying hairballs that really did it!" Clavicus mocks, "Spend less time preening at yourself and maybe you'd have been able to stop me!"

"Why are you here if you think you've already won, Clavicus?" Mephala asks, her voice even despite the two Daedric Princes raging at each other.

Clavicus sneers, "To rub my victory in your faces. All of you have tried and failed countless times to claim this world, yet it is I who is closest! A little more time and this world will be mine!"

Molag Bal growls, "You can't claim what is not yours, Imp. This world is mine alone, even if you do capture it, I will be the next to claim it!"

Clavicus laughs, "Bah! The last time you tried you got beat by one of your slaves! Even that pathetic Necromancer fellow fell to them!"

"Do not anger me, Imp, or I'll rend you asunder and burn your realm!" the Prince of Rape roars, his failed attempt at merging Cold Habour with Tamriel clearing being a sore spot.

Clavicus then looks to Mehrunes Dagon, "And don't get me started with you! Personally slapped around by the great golden dragon himself!? What a farce! You should have just laid down and taken it like a proper welp!" He says, enraging Dagon.

"Making enemies already before the hunt has even begun? What's your aim, Vile?" Hircine asks, finding his out-of-character antagonism strange.

Clavicus grins, his illusory form dropping to the floor and stepping to Charlotte's side, "I have no aims other than to beat you all, show you who is truly the best of us. My Champion here will make sure of it."

Molag Bal sneers, "You mock us, did you choose them because they matched you in height?" he sniffs, "The scent of purity is thick. You may possess her soul, but we'll see if that lasts after my Champion holds her down and scars her spirit."

Hircine nods, "I have to say, you picked right. The Hunt will be happening under the Blood Moon, making a Vampire preferable." he remarks, though, doesn't seem to be worried, which the others take note of.


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Chapter 423: Truths

Clavicus sniffs contemptuously, "I already know of your Champion, Hircine... The Dimension Hopper."

The hair on the back of Michael's neck rises as goosebumps appear all along his arms and legs at Vile's words. This fucker had just revealed his most important secret to almost every Daedric Prince.

"Dimension Hopper?" Boethiah intones, curious.

Clavicus grins as he sees Michael struggle in his chair, "Did you think I wouldn't keep an eye on you, boy? You are a dear friend of my Champion, how surprised I was to see you leave the world on many occasions. Bypassing both the dragon's barrier and all of Oblivion as you went... You even dragged along some passengers with the most recent one! 'Eredar', you call them?"

Molag Bal nods with a gleam in his eyes, "Those strange things, I will claim them once this is finished." he states, causing Michael to grit his fists in anger.

"You only wish to see what would appear if you impregnated them. Are vampires not enough for you, foul defiler!?" Meridia growls, her form glowing dimly with light as if to emphasize her just indignation.

Molag Bal shows his fangs as he grins at her, "No. It will never be enough, even when I rend your followers to dust it won't be enough! There'll come a time where you kneel before me and service me, Meridia." he promises, his Champion grinning in agreement.

"You-" Meridia starts to respond but is interrupted by Hircine.

"Enough! Let us discuss the rules for this hunt!" he says, but even with the momentary pause, the Daedric Princes are looking around in interest, specifically at Michael...

"Rules?" Malacath rumbles, "Dispense with it and leave it as a death match!"

Hircine shakes his head, "No. This is a hunt and will remain so. The rules are thus, so listen closely Champions! Each of you will hold a shrine belonging to your Lord, destroy this shrine and the artifact the Champion possesses will be stripped from them! To win, you must eliminate all other Champions!"

"And where are these shrines located, Hircine?" Boethiah asks.

The Prince of the Hunt grins, "You will have to hunt for them! Our Champions will not be allowed any outside assistance! Only their personal might will be a factor in this hunt! Any who disobeys will be surrendering the hunt!... The hunt will last until the last man stands, and the Blood Moon will remain until it is finished!"

"And what of the reward should we win, Hircine?" Merhrunes Dagon asks.

"The winner will be granted one request from each loser. The contents of which can be discussed afterwards-"

"No. If I win I'll have you all keep your noses from any place I rule! Including the moons!" Clavicus announces while gesticulating widely.

Azura scowls, "And I'll have you relinquish control of my domains! The moons AND Elseweyr!"

*Ahem!*

Everyone looks over to Sheogorath who'd been remarkably quiet despite the circumstances, "When I win, I'll have each of you rub cheese over every artifact you possess! Let's see how powerful you all are while waving around Cheese Sticks!"

...

The Princes just looks away from the mad god, deciding not to engage with whatever he had planned.

The Daedra continue throwing around demands while the Champions watch, each request getting more and more spiteful. Soon enough things were coming to an end, Hircine giving some more ground rules, including the fact that the Princes can't intervene with their or other Champions.

Just before they all leave however, Boethiah decides to throw something out... "Molag Bal. I believe your shrine is hidden in Markarth... Enjoy!"

"YOU DAMNED-"

*Zwwwiiip!*

Michael's vision goes black as he's teleported back to where he was previously standing, but, in Hircine's place stood a larger than average bear, which immediately drops on all fours and waddles away, slightly disoriented.

Michael runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the sky where the Blood Moon still looms, thoughts all focused on the hunt...

He wasn't allowed any outside assistance, meaning any allies he had, the girls, the Eredar, Arch-Mage, even the folks in Winterhold in general, wouldn't be able to help him. In fact, him trying to garner their assistance would automatically eliminate him from the hunt, and possibly endanger his friend's lives for attempting to 'trick' almost every Daedric Prince.

He was pretty confident about his own victory in an all-out fight, but there were many other factors to keep in mind. The first and most important to him was Charlotte, the rules basically demanded that he kill her, something he didn't think he could do or was even willing to do.

Charlotte probably couldn't surrender either since Clavicus possessed her soul. In fact, her loss would probably end with eternal torture and whatever other punishments the Daedric Prince wanted to inflict. Not to mention Molag Bal's earlier threats to rape and enslave her.

He grits his teeth and lets out a cool breath at the thought, wondering if he should follow Boethiah's bait and assault the Prince of Rape's shrine. He already knew exactly where it as of course, along with Boethiah's shrine, Sheogorath(Most likely the Blue Palace in Solitude), Meridia, Mehrunes Dagon...

He was semi-sure that Azura's shrine was where her statue once stood, which wasn't far from Winterhold, but then again, it could be somewhere else.

There was also the fact that Michael had no idea where Hircine's shrine was, the shrine that he was supposed to protect... The Prince of the Hunt probably thought it unsportsmanlike to sit around idly protecting it, instead of actively hunting as a hunter should...

"Not to mention..." he pulls out the Vessel of the Hunt from his inventory, realising that as soon as he did the stench of blood was already obvious, even without him designating a target... Was this leading him to other Champions? Or perhaps the other shrines?


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Hope you bois liked the chap, if I missed anything please let me know. Thanks!

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