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Chapter 509: Companion-less

Saeko enters Jorrvaskr and comes across the surprisingly dour atmosphere, each Companion present looking as if a close family member had just died. She shifts the collar on her ebonthread Kimono as she walks inside and approaches the closest person, someone she hadn't met before. "Hello? Is Aela here? I receive a letter." she bluntly asks, ignoring the man's slow response.

"Aye? I think so? She'd be downstairs with Kodlak and the others..." he shrugs and begins solemnly nursing his drink again.

...

"What happened? You're all acting like the sky is falling." she questions with a raised brow.

The man doesn't even look at her, instead simply gesturing his arm at the far wall where the shards of Wuuthrad are... Or would usually be, right now it was empty... "Someone stole the shards!? How!?" she all but exclaims, this wasn't just a simple case of theft, to the Companions this was akin to heresy of the worst kind.

The only thing comparable would be a Mehrunes Dagon worshipper having Mehrunes Razor stolen right under his nose... Ysgramor was a legendary hero, one whose story every Nord knew of by heart. Losing one of the only things that remained of him was a huge blow, and even the newly joined Companions could feel it.

The forlorn Companions slumps his shoulders, "No idea... One moment the Shards are here, the next, they're not... Go ask the others, they might have an idea of what's going on... The rest of us though? In the dark."

...

Saeko nods and hurries down to the basement, she opens the door to Kodlak's room and finds Kodlak, Skjor, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, and Shakeesh all sitting around pausing their discussion upon her entry.

"Saeko, you've come." Aela remarks, standing up and greeting her with a spartan handshake. "Sit, we have much to discuss."

Saeko glances around the room, "Is there a reason it's just us? Why not discuss this with the rest of the Guild?"

Kodlak sighs, "Some things can't be readily spoken about. This, is one of them... The only reason you're here as opposed to waiting in the hall is because of your friendship with Michael Tahlin."

...

Thoroughly confused now, she looks to Aela for confirmation.

Aela folds her arms, "You've heard it from the others no doubt, the theft of the shards of Wuuthread. It wasn't common thievery, no thug could steal them under our watch..."

"Not to mention the coincidence of the Thalmor leaving the city almost immediately after it happened." Vilkas adds with a scowl.

"So, the Thalmor are responsible then?" she asks, remembering the slaughter at Northwatch Keep that she and Michael had performed very recently... Was this a retaliation for that?

Kodlak shakes his head, "Not quite... You see, they had help from a group that is far older than myself... The Silver Hand."

"Silver Hand?"

"In simple terms, Werewolf hunters." Aela states.

...

"Werewolves? And what do they, or any of this have to do with Michael?" she questions, not even seeing the dots, let alone the connections between them.

...

Kodlak looks to Shakeesh, who'd been silent throughout the conversation, "It seems as though our friend knows how to keep a secret... Alas, it's too late for regrets. Saeko, the Companion's Inner Circle are all Werewolves, Hircine's hounds. Shakeesh here knows of it, having learnt it from the mouth of a Thalmor alongside Michael in Markarth."

Shakeesh nods, "It was a shock, despite the one who uttered it dying, it is a certainty that most Thalmor knows of this too."

"We would have asked for Michael's assistance instead, were the risks of publically working with him not potentially catastrophic." Kodlak says. "He's burned many bridges, too many..."

"Why doesn't the whole of Skyrim as well then?" Saeko asks, surely the Thalmor wouldn't wait for the opportunity to discredit one of the most ancient Nord guilds currently existing...

...

The from goes silent, none of them knew why the Thalmor wasn't using the information against them. If anyone cared to look the evidence was there, it was a known secret to the older folk in Whiterun after all...

"Have any of you noticed?" Kodlak suddenly asks while running his fingers through his beard. "Balgruuf, one of his children hadn't been around whenever I visited Dragonsreach..."

Saeko's eyes widen, the files she and Michael had found in Northwatch Keep that detailed a 'Guest' being held in the Embassy, they must be one of Jarl Balgruuf's children!

Kodlak acknowledges their stunned expressions, "I believe they are using our secret against him to force Whiterun to move as they wish. A kidnapped child, shards of Wuuthrad, and the potential destruction of Whiterun's most famous landmark would be too big of a blow to take, especially in wartime."

"Damned elves! We should just storm the Embassy and finish this now!" Farkas furiously growls. No one immediately disagrees with him despite how dangerous and reckless such an action would be. It was only a pipedream however, even if they wanted to, they'd have to fight through the Imperial Legion and the Thalmor soldiers undoubtedly guarding the place.

"What do we do then?" Saeko asks, tilting her head at how a few of the group perked up.

"So you agree to help us?... We weren't sure you would accept, to be honest." Shakeesh says.

Saeko nods, "Of course, even if I was never a Companion I'd still help you. The Thalmor cannot continue to run rampant through Skyrim with no regard for the people they hurt and kill." she states while resting a hand on the handle of her katana.

"Spoken like a true Nord." Vilkas smiles.

"If being a Nord means having common sense, then I suppose you would be correct..." Saeko retorts, "'ve seen too many screaming, frothing at the mouth berserkers for that to be true though..."


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Chapter 510: Gold Boi

Elsewhere, Krev the Skinner, leader of the Silver Hand walks out of the Thalmor Embassy with a scowl on his face. "How dare they order me about like some lockjaw Milk-Drinker!" he glances to his men who were stationed nearby the horses, "You lot, get the horses ready, we're moving for Gallows Rock!"

"Sir, what did they want?" Locke, his lieutenant in all but name asks, noticing his aggregation.

Krev spits on the ground, "The question is, what don't they want! Feckin' knife-ears want me to play along like some sort of stage performer for fuck sake!"

"Will it stop our goal?..."

"No, not even if they flayed me alive and burned me! Not even the entire elf-army could stop us from purging the Companions of the filth that's taken hold of it. we'll bring the Companions to their senses after we've shown them the skins of their 'So-Called-Leaders'."

"What's the plan then? Are we even going to follow it?"

Krev gives a reluctant nod, "Cowards they might be, but they're smart. We'll listen to them for now and rid ourselves of them when the time comes."

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It's been two weeks and Michael had been keeping himself busy... Every other night he'd covertly leave the Spire and go looking for his quarries. The list of corrupt nobles had been burning a hole in his pocket, so dealing with them was his primary fixation.

His current body count included a few merchants that'd come from Elsweyr and Cyrodil, a couple Thanes from Solitude and some new ones in Falkreath. Lastly, he'd killed around three Thalmor spies that'd been magically enslaved, working as ordinary people while occasionally sending letters to the Thalmor. Michael didn't really have a way to free them, nor could he be bothered to really try so, to the grave they go...

Other than that, he'd received a reply from Jarl Elisif... One that basically told him that he was a traitor, deserved death, would pay for betraying Skyrim, deserved death... Oh, and that she would be sending an invasion force to Winterhold... She didn't seem to be lying either with how many troops were massing in Dawnstar.

He'd spoken with Korir, Savos, Enurra, and Irarus about it, and so they'd begun to create and or alter the anti-dragon measures so that they could be used against the Imperial forces should they actually attack.

Ulfric had actually somehow gotten word of this too and had sent a letter offering aid. He was rejected however, as the Eredar, Arch-Mage, and himself didn't want to join either side of the Civil War, even if they were attacked. To be honest, this was just an excuse to claim the moral high ground, once they were attacked they could call themselves the victims and come out with a better reputation than other groups.

Regardless, he had something else to focus on now... During his time 'cleaning up' some folk on his list, he found some information regarding one of Clavicus Vile's artifacts...

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Deal's Den was the name of the establishment, and while it was located in Cyrodil, it wasn't all that far away from where he'd appeared after escaping Merunes Dagon's realm.

The place was a large, three-story building with marble walls and wide-open rooms and gardens. It was located just outside of the Capital city, and had a bustling business to go along with it.

The place was pretty heavily guarded, but from the glazed look in some of the guard's eyes, they weren't all here willingly.

Slipping inside after applying all the stealth spells and going invisible, he was greeted by a large conspicuous statue of Clavicus Vile that sat directly in the center of the game room... To most who had no magical or mental resistances, it'd just look like a regular statue, but to Michael the thing shimmered and glowed... He could feel it pricking at his skin in a weak attempt to gain access to his mind...

"Save your trouble Clavicus, if you can hear me... You should have hid your toy somewhere else." Michael states as he approaches it. Only for a number of guards to step forwards from the sides of the room, each reaching for their weapon as they look towards him.

...

Michael doesn't do or say anything, simply waiting for them to do something first, which they do, ignoring the patrons as they draw their weapons and slowly begin walking towards him.

The patrons don't even notice anything, affected by the Golden Statue which blinds them towards the dangerous right in their midst.

They attack, and die... Michael easily killing the brainwashed guards without even using a single ability. They were as strong as untrained, if unfeeling peasants, making it incredibly easy to deal with them.

After the first group of attackers was dealt with, Michael stepped forward and began preparations for Dimension Gate, which would transport the Golden Statue back to the Eye of the World... It was far too big to be transported via his inventory, so this was the only real option... Unless he wanted to have it carted to Skyrim for a couple months.

As soon as the artifact disappears through the gate, the patrons of the gambling house immediately notice the blood and corpses strewn around. This, obviously, caused a mass exodus, with everyone grabbing their shit and fleeing.

Michael doesn't immediately leave though, the owner of the gambling house was still around.

Heading up the stairs and walking past the fleeing gamblers, he soon finds a big office at the very top of the property, the door of which he destroys with a firm kick that completely shatters it.

"HIIIiiii!!!!" A fat man inside utters, horrified at the intrusion... The shrapnel from the destroyed door had knocked him backwards off of his chair, leaving him in a fetal position on the ground.

"Hello Keo Umpiel! I'm sure you're very excited to greet me, so I'll just take your snivelling and crying as that." Michael exclaims as he walks inside, throwing the large desk aside to reveal his target.

"W-Who are you!?"

"Oh right... You wouldn't know me..." he shakes his head, "Whatever, you're my second prisoner now, try not to annoy me and I swear you will be freed." 'from this mortal coil' he mentally adds as he grabs the man and returns home... Not before looting the gambling house clean and burning it to the ground first however.


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