NOTE: New Volume Synopsis: "The Daedric Labours: Jon faces the toughest challenges of his life before the Dragon Rising of the Fourth Era that will change him forever and will set him on a journey of redemption across the continent to meet things beyond the extent of his knowledge."
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The Shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, a cursed place built in the frozen wilds of Hjaalmarch atop a desolate mountain. Befitting of the Daedra it is dedicated to, the shrine is devoid of any signs of worship as no mortal is to be associated with the terrible Daedric Prince that almost destroyed the world.
The Exalted and Most Puissant Lord, Gerent of Dagon, Mehrunes, also the Black Daedra Lord, Mehrunes the Razor, Mehrunes the Thieftaker, Mehrunes Godsbody, and Mehrunes the Red Arms That Went Up, Mehrunes Dagon the Daedric Prince of Destruction, Change, Revolution, Energy, and Ambition, had a status carved on the shrine revealing its savage form of a gigantic humanoid with a goblin-like face and four arms seated on the peak of the mountain and wielding a gigantic axe. Between its legs, a large door to an inner sanctum could be seen but that was definitely sealed, the only way to contact the Daedric Prince was by the altar in front of the door.
Jon felt some cold shivers from the foul presence surrounding the place remembering how such a Daedric Lord came to be. Unlike the majority of the Daedric Princes, Mehrunes Dagon was not one of those who refused to help Lorkhan in the creation of Mundus [The Daedra] or one of those who escaped Mundus after discovering the Scheme of Lorkhan [The Magna-Ge], but he was created by the [Magna-Ge] in the bowels of Lyg to be a prince of good, and imbued him with Oblivion's most precious asset, hope. And as hope spread like wildfire as destruction and ambition broke loose.
Dagon created one disaster after another, from the destruction of Ald Sotha and Mournhold (and possibly Old Saarthal), to the invasion of Battlespire Academy of Imperial Battlemages, to the last known disaster [The Oblivion Crisis] that took millions of life, ended the Septim Dynasty and brought the Empire to its knees.
Just by [The Oblivion Crisis], every cult of Mehrunes Dagon was hunted down to extension and each follower of the prince of destruction was pardoned from living once found.
There were only a few Daedric Princes that Jon wanted to have nothing to do with and that included Mehrunes Dagon, Sheogorath, Molag Bal and Mephala. Still, for the existence of the [Daedric Artifacts], Jon realized very well that he must make sure that these four Daedric Princes are not contacted by other people to prevent any crisis from being unleashed on the world.
Jon's eyes were glued on the shrine as if it would bounce on him if he didn't look at it but he kept a steady presence and a firm look. Once he climbed the steps to the altar in front of the Shrine, the cold wind and frost blew hard and he felt it in his bones. The evil presence was surly thick here.
Jon stood in front of the altar and took out the fragments of [Mehrunes' Razor] then placed them on the altar.
"Mehrunes Dagon, Lord of Destruction and Change… I brought your blade to bring it back to its glory and to unleash its might with my hands."
Jon Dare lived up to his name and didn't flinch as he made a ballsy demand rather than a meek prayer.
The evil presence in the place thicker and a foul Aura assaulted Jon out of nowhere. Anticipated it won't be easy, Jon hardened his heart and assaulted back.
His [Tyrant Aura] broke forth and his voice echoed.
"THUROT ULD REL!" (Absolute, Might, Dominance)
The Shout supported his Aura and his Aura supported his Shout creating a unique effect that stood in the face of the mighty evil Aura of the shrine and brought the clash to a draw.
All the living beings one mile around the shrine trembled in fear and ran away from the area.
Jon kept glaring at the Shrine and didn't budge from his place. He then stepped forward to the altar and put his hand on it unleashing his [Tyrant Aura] one more time, as soon as he did so, a loud voice spoke to him in his head.
{You, Mortal, you have got my attention. You are worthy of speaking to. You have gathered the pieces of my Razor. Killing those Orcs were was an amusing game to witness.}
Jon listened to the foul hoarse voice that echoed in his head while enduring the pain of being spoken to by a higher being.
{But… Dagon does not declare a winner that did no more than just that.}
Jon's face almost twisted in anger but he kept a composed behavior.
"So, what do you want me to do? Bring a calamity of some sort on the world?"
{It would amuse me if you really did so but I can see the mockery in your heart, Mortal. Your arrogance will be your demise.}
"I know… I just can't help it. But still, you won't find a more suitable person than me to wield the Razor."
{Oh! How so?}
"I Revolt and Change, I Charge and Destroy, I Wish and Achieve. I revolted against a ruler and took his place, I erased a whole bloodline from the face of Nirn, I harvested the lives of those who opposed me and my ambition is far from over. Who else is more fitting?"
{Is that so? You deemed yourself worthy by just that?}
"Even if you belittle it, I have more for you. Something that you should thank me for recovering before anyone else."
Jon took out his last card. A Diamond Gem that emitted a wave of magical energy. Mehrunes Dagon did not respond to it but Jon took out a Light Screen and fixed it in front of the altar and inserted the Diamond in a certain spot on the screen.
"I am not sure if you are keeping up with the 'Magical Technology magazine' that gets issued in Winterhold… You don't have a subscription? Don't worry, we have special discount multidimensional villains. The point is… this is a Memory Crystal and that is a Light Emitting Screen. Put the two together and you will view recorded memories."
{...}
Still no response.
"This memory crystal have memories from the [Hero of Kvatch]."
As soon as Jon said that, the evil aura around the shine turned more foul and the atmosphere became a few degrees colder. After all, the [Hero of Kvatch] is the arch-enemy of Mehrunes Dagon, the one who destroyed the prince's ambition of claiming Tamriel. The game previous to 'Skyrim' known as 'Oblivion' told that Story. The [Hero of Kvatch] was a prisoner in Cyrodiil whose cell had a secret escape tunnel for the Emperor, after a witnessing the Emperor escape from assassins of the [Mythic Dawn Cult] that worshipped Mehrunes Dagon. The hero was set free and participated in the fight against the cult and helped the last Emperor of the Septim Dynasty, Martin Septim.
In this Memory Crystal, there was the memory of the last showdown between Martin Septim and Mehrunes Dagon witnessed by the Hero of Kvatch. How could Jon get his hand on such a thing? Well, he played the game himself.
Jon inserted his Magicka in the Light Screen and images and sounds started coming from it. Of course, 'Oblivion' was not the prettiest of games but Jon can always say…
"The memories are old but we can still see them, right?"
{...}
No response came but Jon was grinning ear to ear.
Scenes from the game were shown on the screen and conversations were heard. Martin Septim was being escorted by the guards and the Hero to the [Temple of the One], Mehrunes Dagon appears in the Imperial City in his true form, Martin Septim reaches the Dragonfires in the [Temple of the One], Mehrunes Dagon destroys the walls as Martin Septim destroys the [Amulet of Kings] to shift into the Avatar of Akatosh, a great dragon that rivaled the gigantic size of Mehrunes Dagon, a great battle breaks out between Dagon and Martin Septim in the form of the Avatar of Akatosh and Dagon's butt is royally kicked but the young Emperor Martin Septim didn't survive shifting into the Avatar of Akatosh and died sacrificing himself for the sake of Tamriel.
"So, what do you think?" Jon looked at the statue of the shrine with a wide grin. "I am sure the Empire will pay a ton of gold to acquire such a rare memory crystal to view it on public and show the deeds of the heroic men who defeated the Prince of Destruc…"
{INSOLENT MORTALS!}
It seemed that Jon has conjured the wrath of the prince.
"Oh! Don't be triggered, Lord Dagon. This is the only Memory Crystal in the world that show such a thing. I've brought it to… you know… gain your favor."
There was no need to question Jon's intentions. Mockery was sound and clear in his voice and he was trading the Memory Crystal for [Mehrunes' Razor].
{... You want the Razor so bad? You will have it. Place the damned crystal on the Altar and witness my great power.}
"A wise choice, Lord Dagon." Jon said and gave a slight bow.
As the Memory Crystal was put on the Altar, a strong magical power came from it and the Crystal disappeared. The fragments of the Razor all rose up in the air and reddened as if they were on fire then got put together once again.
These broken fragments turned into a well shaped and very balanced elegant dagger. Jon was indeed impressed even though he knew it would happen like that but witnessing the magical process was an eye-opener.
The Dagger was kept hanging in the air by the magic power of Mehrunes Dagon. Jon extended his hand to take the Dagger but it didn't budge.
{You are one slimy mortal. So, before you go, one final challenge! Ha ha ha!}
The laughter of Mehrunes' Dagon echoed and the force holding the Razor loosened but as soon as that happened, the void in front of Jon broke open and three Dremora Markynaz appeared.
"Hahaha! Mortal flesh!"
"Die, Mortal!"
"I'll shatter your bones!"
The large Daedric Humanoids laughed savagely as they looked down on Jon as if he is some sort of prey.
"Humph! Lowly Daedric beings, you dare act haughty in front of me?" Jon's attitude turned naughtier than the Noble Dremora Markynaz themselves as he wielded the Razor.
Jon waved his hand and threw the dagger towards the Dremora Lord in the middle and he didn't forget to cast a space mark on the Razor. Once [Razor] passed the first Dremora, Jon teleported where his mark was and appeared in the middle of the three Dremora, waving [Bloodskal] at one and [Greed] on the other beheading. [Razor] grazed the third Dremora but he didn't get the time to react. Jon was already stabbing at him with [Bloodskal] reinforced with [Greed] and the Dremora got penetrated. Jon left him up on [Bloodskal] and the two looked at each other.
Jon had a sadistic smile on his face. The Dremora which was an immortal being felt his heart quivering.
"Mortal!" It shouted at Jon trying to wave its sword.
"Mortal this, mortal that! You guys are shit… you live for eternity in servitude while enduring thousands of deaths. You may think mortal are weak but you guys are pitiful. Tell me, if I marked your soul right here right now and kept summoning you and slaying you… how long will it last till you kneel and beg for mercy?"
"..." The Dremora Markynaz felt shaken but his hate clouded his fear.
"Mortal! You dare? You *BLAWG*"
Once the 'D' word was said, Jon got triggered right away. His Aura moved through [Bloodskal] and exploded inside the body of the Dremora.
"For a being that died many times, you are shit at dying."
Jon retrieved his new dagger, the Razor of Mehrunes Dagon.
[Razor] Inflicts a corrosive poison, Ignores Armors, Has a 2/101 chance to insta-kill.
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[Bloodskal], [Greed], [Razor] and the arsenal in the [Haven Cube]. I am safe to say that I am the most equipped guy on the land. The most interesting thing about my getup is when I infuse [Greed] in it. [Bloodskal] turns into a 3 meters long blade with a scary appearance while [Razor] turns into a very thin needle-sword which a pierce from is a sure kill.
Even Jull almost cried when she saw [Razor] on me and acted like a child for an hour to make me lend it to her.
"Who did you kill to get such a nice piece?" Even Wulfur asked.
"Thankfully, no one."
This conversation took place on our way to Whiterun from Morthal. We took the very road we once took when we traveled from Riften to Solitude more than two years ago. It felt a bit nostalgic especially when we met another frost troll that we toyed to death.
We kept traveling lightly for three days until we reached Whiterun once again. The city was very lively and the streets were well-lit as we arrived, the reason was simple, Jon Battle-Born is marrying Olfina Grey-Mane, a joyous occasion that will envelop Whiterun in happiness as the two biggest clans in the city will create a strong bond that will keep them from breaking apart like how things happened in the game. This will ensure Whiterun's stability and the good flow of income in the years yet to come.
The most common goods that pass through Whiterun are food and grain. According to the Thieves Guild, if an armed conflict was to break out in Skyrim, the prices of food will rise up three times at the most optimistic estimation. Even a neutral hold like Winterhold will be put under a lot of pressure from the Empire that will enforce its laws to demand necessary goods from us. With Whiterun stable, the prices won't shoot up that much as all the trade routes will be secured by the Jarl who won't be on alert of his biggest two clans going for each other's throats when he is not looking.
Also, I need the Empire and the Stormcloak to focus at Whiterun rather than Winterhold. Whiterun is far more important as the central hold while Winterhold is only a rising hold that won't go on their way.
Anyway, as we arrived at Whiterun we were received with a grand welcome. The goods of the Dare Dragon Outpost seemed to have left the people with a good impression and many partnerships and investing offers were thrown left and right but that was not the time for business.
We are having a friend getting married tomorrow and the best way to celebrate that is the grandest tradition of them all…
"A BACHELOR PARTY!"
How we did it?
Well, some things are better kept in secret but here how it was planned.
We go to Whiterun's bathhouse. We rent it all. Wulf, Battle-Born and I as well as the other gentlemen from the Companions and Winterhold. And then we party like savages.
Well, that was the plan until we all got drunk and passed out. The next day (day of the wedding), the was groom missing.
***
Questions like 'How on Nirn did this happen?', 'Where is Jon Battle-Born' and 'What should we do now?' were only the beginning of the mess the boys were in. The hangover effect and the dizziness they were in made the matter far worse.
Jon could handle the situation with a few 'Anti-Hangover Potion' but time is of the essence. The missing groom should be found in one hour or the whole thing will go to waste.
The notable figures in the scene right now are Jon Dare, Wulfur, Ongeim Scar-Mouth, Farkas and other youth that were friends to either Jon Dare or Jon Battle-Born.
"What should we do now?"
"We should look for him."
"How?... And where?"
"We are splitting up. One of us go to Whiterun, the others try to pick a trail on him any way possible. I will leave a [Magic Mark] on everyone here and check on you with [Telepathy]. You will hear my voice in your head so don't freak out." Jon made up a solution and everyone went on their way.
Wulfur headed back to Whiterun and looked for Jon Battle-Born in his home, Workplace and the asked about him in the inns, Ongeim asked outside the City, Farkas as a werewolf tried to pick a scent on Jon Battle-Born but they were all drunk and it was hard to pick a distinctive scent.
Jon, however, had another idea in mind.
'What if… he didn't disappear. He was taken!'
That was the first thing that popped up in Jon's mind and he already teleported himself away once he was separated from the rest, he put on his [Krilon] mask and reshaped [Greed] into a black long trench coat. He then started roaming in the alleyways of Whiterun.
The first thing he came in contact with was the Thieves Guild operatives. He couldn't use his identity as Jon Dare especially after he attracted the attention of [Storm Fangs] and the [Penitus Oculatus]. He had to knock a few teeth down to get some information on these two organization that have some reasons to kidnap Jon Battle-Born.
'The suburbs and the pubs in the Plains District.'
This was what he could find out about the two spy organizations and their hideouts.
There was not much time left and Jon raided the two places right away but to his disappointment, he found no one there. As he was trying to look for Jon Battle-Born somewhere else, he bumped into the agents from [Team 0].
"Report!"
"Who the fuck are you?" But they didn't recognize him because of the mask.
*Slap*
"Oh! Hello, Boss."
"Report!"
"Yes, Boss. Commander Jullanar and Chief Wulfur were looking for Branch Head Jon Battle-Born too and sent us here. We didn't know we will meet you, Boss."
"The place is clear. What about you?" Jon said.
"We intercepted some imperial spies last night when we were guarding the Grey-Mane manor where the ladies were spending the night together."
"What were they doing?"
"... They may have thought of contacting the Clan heads when you were not noticing but pushed them back, Boss."
[Team 0] was taking care of isolating the Imperial and Stormcloak spies and envoys from making contact with the clan heads all that time. Even the official envoys that were sent under protection of the Empire and Windhelm got harassed by [Team 0] in ways that can't disturb the relations of the Dare Dragon Company and the Empire and Jarl Ulfric.
"Does that mean they made a move on Jon Battle-Born while I was not noticing too?" Jon asked.
"It is possible, Boss. But yesterday, the Imperial moved on a large scale to not be pushed back."
"How on Nirn did you block them then?"
"It was not us, Boss. It was the First Lady."
"Alina?"
"Yes, Boss. The First Lady only looked at them and they started trembling and ran away."
"Oh! Good, keep looking and report to me."
Jon parted with the agents of [Team 0] and started contacting the other people who were looking for Job Battle-Born by [Telepathy]. It was a negative result on all parts.
'Just how did this happen… did the land split up and swallow him?'
The time was running low and only half an hour was remaining. Jon Battle-Born was still missing. The group started to feel anxious and started to move faster and faster attracting attention. Hell, some even started to call out for Jon Battle-Born in a name.
In the chaotic situation, a hero had to rise and that was…
"Were you looking for something, Hooman?"
"Nefertiti… Yes, I was looking for Jon Battle-Born. Can you find him?"
Nefertiti, who appeared on some barrel in the city beside Jon, sat calmly and licked her paw before answering.
"Hooman, you are becoming rude. Nothing is lost if meow can't find it."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Believe it or not, lesser beings like humans other than you, of course, are not that hard to predict."
"Oh please be quick."
"This way, Hooman."
***
"This is… Riverwood."
Jon and Nefertiti arrived at Riverwood for some reason.
"Onyx and Midnight said he might be here?" Nefertiti said.
"Onyx and Marigold?"
"My friends."
"Oh… you can introduce us someday."
"... You want to meet other cats? Hooman, you want to cheat on me?"
"No no, it is not like that."
"Just go look for that human and don't waste more time."
"Oh… thanks."
Nefertiti disappeared in shadow and Jon started walking towards Riverwood. He felt a bit of nostalgia when he walked in the village as this was his first time arriving here but it resembled the game's version of the village to a frightening degree. Once he found a guard, he asked about Jon Battle-Born.
"Oh! You mean the 'Chicken Killer'? We caught him red-handed… or rather red-footed. He kicked a chicken when he arrived in the village at dawn and killed it, the people have beaten Oblivion out of him."
Jon froze in his place.
"But… but this is… this is his wedding day. Wait! Why is kicking a chicken a crime? Can't he just pay a fine and be set free?"
"Oh! What are you talking about? He kicked a chicken, how can we let him be? He was lucky that he was drunk and got arrested to be interrogated when he wakes up."
"... I don't get it at all. I am his friend, can't I just pay the fee and set him free?" Jon was at loss for words.
"... You are friends with the 'Chicken Killer'? DON'T MOVE! SURRENDER, YOU SCUM! EVERYONE, STOP HIM!"
The guard turned crazy and pointed his blade at Jon.
"Whoa! Whoa! What's going on here?" Jon was taken aback.
"ARREST THE CHICKEN KILLERS!" More guards started flooding from every direction towards Jon who froze in his place.
'What is going on here?' Jon didn't understand what is going on and tried to calm down the angry mob but his efforts were to waste.
Some of the guards raised their swords and wanted to strike down Jon. Jon's eyes turned cold and was about to strike back but out of nowhere, a spear appeared in front of Jon and blocked the swords.
In front of Jon, a strong-looking Redguard Girl wielding a large spear blocked all the sword strikes with a powerful spear whirl and grabbed Jon's hand dragging him away.
"Wait! What is going on here? Who are you?" Jon was seriously about to lash at everyone and flip all the tables.
"Name is [Isha]. If you want to save this town and your friend, follow me." The girl said in a Redguard accent and ran towards the woods.
"Save the town! What is happening?" Jon ran after the girl and asked,
The girl hid behind a tree after they got far enough from the chasing guards.
"Sheogorath… Sheogorath happened."
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