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Chapter 452: The Cursed Disease

Double Chapter! Daily + Extra

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(Part 1)

The plan was to take a patch of Prisoners from different races and ages to study the Disease that struck the border area. Due to the variety of symptoms that appeared, the dispatched medics couldn't figure out what sort of disease they are up against.

But when the Dominion Soldiers escorted some of the refugees to a Thalmor camp near the infection site, one of them escaped and the Thalmor sent people after him hoping that the infection doesn't go widespread.

Yet due to the nature of the mission, it was impossible for a normal Elf or a Khajiit to find someone who escaped in the middle of the Scar, the desert in the south of Anequina Kingdom. That's why those soldiers stopped at the nearest city which happened to be Orcrest and looked for any convenient person to grab as a substitute for the prisoner.

And lo and behold, a human. And not just a human, but a Nord, the kind of Humans High Elves dislike the most.

"Catch him!" A Soldier shouted.

"No! They are coming at me!" Jon screamed frantically and started running around aimlessly.

The Thalmor Soldiers gave a chase and surrounded him.

"Now!"

As they hopped on him at once, Jon started waving his arms around.

"Leave me be! Perverts! Help!"

It was safe to say that there was no winning side in the fight. They hit Jon with their batons and Jon punched around like a child. One baton hit Jon's elbow and caused his nerves to react unintentionally, his arm bashed the man that hit him in the guts.

"!!"

The man felt a sweet taste in his mouth as his guts were squished and he fell on his knees with teary eyes. Jon and the others stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

The man felt his image was getting ruined so he smiled casually.

"Just an upset stomach… carry on. Beat him up!"

The fight returned once again with the Thalmor Soldiers running after Jon to beat him with their batons and Jon waving his arms around. Still, many got their guts squished, their balls kicked, their eyes poked, their feet stumped on, and suffered a lot of bruises.

In the end, they caught Jon.

"You can't do this. I have my rights."

"Shut up!"

"My lawyer is called Karen. She will come and deal with your manager."

"Take him out of here." The Captain of the Soldiers said as he locked Jon in steel wagon.

Looking behind him, the captain saw his soldiers lying on the ground in a sorry state.

"Auriel! It is over."

"This was so hard. I thought I might see my ancestors."

"Did we really catch him?"

"I feel like it is the other way around."

"... Stand up, you lazy twats! We are transferring the prisoner back to the camp." The Captain shouted at his subordinates as he tried not to limb until he reached his horse.

***

The road from Orcrest to Rimmen would take four days but as the Thalmor camp was set on the edge of the State of Rimmen near the Scar Badlands, the trip lasted for three days.

Jon was quite the silent prisoner and kept to himself most of the time. The wagon transporting him wasn't anything fancy, he can break its walls with a punch and bend the steel cage surrounding it with a little bit of Aura.

At the sunset of the third day, the carriage passed a bridge over a steep canyon on the road to Rimmen.

"Hey, guard. How long till we reach that blasted camp of yours?" Jon asked.

"Look who is speaking! Why do you care, Nord? You are dead as soon as you arrive. Lady Wendlain is going to dissect you as soon as she gets her hands on you." The wagon driver said.

"True, I once saw her gut an Imperial. She cut his chest and stomach open like a Y letter and took everything out then started studying it. By Mara! It gave me nightmares. Those Justiciars can be weird." Another guard confirmed.

"It is called Forensic Pathology, dimwit." Jon replied.

"Foren- what?"

"Forensic! For your simple minds to understand, it is the science of opening people up to figure out what killed them."

"Humph! Shut up, Nord. What is a northern monkey like you know of the ways of the Elves?" The Captain hit the wagon with his baton to scare Jon.

"You don't believe me, Captain? Fine, if your Forensic Pathologists are as good as you claim then they won't find it hard as they figure out that you died from inner bleeding and that guy over there died from choking."

"... What are you saying?"

"Also, we don't have monkeys in the north."

With the last word he spoke, Jon's staff appeared on his hand and spells started flying in every direction. The Captain got paralyzed as he fell from his horse with his face twisted with pain, his second in command started choking, the wagon driver bled from his everywhere, another guard turned pale as he started freezing… so on and so forth until every Thalmor Soldier died to a different cause.

"I will be very interested in seeing your Forensic report one day." Jon said as he walked out of the wagon by teleporting.

"I don't think they will examine some low leveled soldiers, especially when they are short on hand." A voice replied from the end of the bridge.

Jon turned around to see a brown-skinned woman in a hippie sense of fashion and a girl in a gothic black dress. It was a weird combination but a welcome one nonetheless.

"Isha, Nefertiti. I assume that your journey was fast." Jon said.

"Faster than you at least. We have been here for a day and reconned the area." Isha said.

"Sorry for being late then. I was extracting some information from those… dead gentlemen."

"That's an understatement. You overkilled them, man." Isha said while poking a corpse with the end of her spear.

"Did you catch the infected man who ran from the Thalmor?" Jon asked.

"Yes. He was dying but we managed to get some answers from him. I put him to mercy afterward." Isha replied.

"So what did you find?"

"A few Thalmor camps packed with infected refugees. Imperials, Khajiit, Orcs, and Argonians with a mix of other races in small numbers. The disease seems to have come from outside Elsweyr through the borders which explains the number of Imperials and Argonians. The nature of the disease is still unknown." Isha said.

"Hmmm… interesting!"

"What are you interested in? Did you find out something?"

"Nope. Absolutely nothing." Jon replied with a psychopathic smile.

"..." "..."

Isha and Nefertiti felt something was going wrong.

"What is going on?" Isha asked.

"Hooman and I are connected but it is a pain seeing through his head lately so I don't know." Nefertiti replied.

"Why is that?"

"He was going through some anxiety lately."

"Anxiety?"

Jon looked at the two and smiled.

"Don't you get it? After eight months of silence, there is finally something." Jon explained.

"What do you mean?"

"My Labour. It was on hold for a long time. Eight months with no accidents, no trouble, everything is peaceful and no problems at all…"

"Isn't this a good thing?" Isha tilted her head.

"What? No! I have been stirring up trouble for eight months straight for my Labour to continue and finally… a sign."

To the overexcited Jon, Isha let out a deep sigh.

"Cat, do something to your Hooman or whatever."

"Leave me out of it. In these times, we better watch from afar as he does his thing."

As the two started complaining about him, Jon butted in.

"Ladies, focus. We have a Disease outbreak. We need to investigate. I have too many plans and expectations so let's work hard." He said.

"Do like me, Isha. Yay! Go for it, Hooman." Nefertiti said.

"Yay! We believe in you." Isha copied Nefertiti.

"Fine. I don't want your help. Where are Miranda and Mirren?"

"With the rest of the Adepts in Rimmen. They investigate in secret as their usual." Isha said.

"Good, Rimmen is our next stop then."

***

Rimmen is found in the greater region of Anequina, which is known for its harsh deserts and dry savannahs. However, Rimmen is found in the Rim Territories, where the grasslands are more somewhat vibrant and lively.

Rimmen is a large walled-off city with water canals and domed buildings built from ivory-colored stone and lush tropical greenery. The canals get water from the aqueducts that span across the Kingdom of Rimmen. In the city, they empty in the town square, into relaxing pools of water where several people pass the time to relax and meditate. However, today was no such day.

It was said this morning that a lot of refugees are trying to pass through the borders as a disease outbreak happened to the east. By the orders of the Royal Family of Anequina, all those who passed the borders during the past week were to be brought to the central plaza alongside anyone who came in constant contact with them.

The rapid response resulted in a fast containment of the situation and everyone who was suspected to be infected was quarantined right away. The Federal Thalmor Embassy of the Aldmeri Dominion was mobilized in order to identify the disease and find a Cure. Mercenaries and Adepts were called to help with the jobs the government was short on hand with.

Mirren was walking on a street surveying the poor slums and looking for those who didn't submit to the check-up.

{Thalmor, Ten o'clock.} A voice rang in his head as he was walking.

Mirren nimbly walked to the shade of a wall and hid his presence.

As the Thalmor patrol passed, he returned the Telepathic call.

"You're starting to talk like Jon, sister."

{Less words, more meaning.}

"You… sigh!"

Mirren could only ask a little as his sister wasn't really a great person to have a conversation with.

{Why did you hide?} She asked.

"Thalmor."

{They don't know you.}

"... I guess old habits are hard to get rid of."

No matter what, Mirren was always suspicious of Thalmor and hated walking across them. He and his sister are talented in hiding their presences, sneaking and teleporting short distances making them ideal assassins but all these skills were honed only to shake off their true enemies, the Thalmor.

The Altmer Twins and their family were a target for the bloodline genocides that happened in Summerset many years ago in the name of getting rid of lowly bloodlines mixed with other none Altmer. Despite the young age of the twin, they were very aware of the dangers they are facing and never revealed a hint of their existence to the Thalmor, which includes not running into them and or leaving witnesses.

{Three patrols around you. Proceed with caution.}

Mirren turned to look to the high tower in the middle of the district.

"You seriously need to stop talking like that."

{I like it.}

"No, you like him."

{...}

"He is married and basically a playboy, sister. Don't get mixed up with that."

{... When did you know?}

"Please! You are not giving him a cold shoulder, that's enough to know."

{Roof watchman, two blocks ahead.}

As the two kept arguing through Telepathy while sneaking around the city, they managed to find a few people who were afraid of the general check-up and hiding in their houses. What Mirren needed to do was to attract the city guards here by any way available like burning something or breaking a wall.

Soon after, their patrol was over and they returned to the Elder Adept in charge of them to report then got dismissed to rest.

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(Part 2)

Mirren and Miranda sat on the rooftop on the higher part of the city of Rimmen in their rest hours.

The two always have a secret strategy discussion for themselves during every situation as two fighters who are mostly dependant on one another.

"Doesn't this situation bring back awful memories?" Mirren said.

"Narsis." Miranda replied.

"Yes, our last Labour. It was a terrible plague so let's hope this one doesn't turn into a disaster."

"It won't." She said.

"And how do you know?"

"This is different, not much infection but the disease is severe."

"... I don't think I know much about infections and disease but those Thalmor are dissecting living people to get to know the disease, it is barbaric!"

"Life."

"You were to eavesdrop on them, did they find anything out after this many deaths?"

"Yes." She nodded, "Organ failure, Necrosis, slow death."

"That's terrible." This was supposed to be Mirren's reply but someone else said it.

Mirren turned around with a pale face to see someone familiar but in a strange appearance.

It was Jon but not exactly Jon. It was a ghost that looked exactly like Jon.

"What is going on?" Mirren asked as he jumped on his feet.

"Guess what!" The Ghost of Jon acted as smug as his owner.

"You are dead and the world is finally at peace but you will haunt me for life." Mirren guessed as he was told.

"TaDaaa!" The Ghost of Jon didn't deny it.

"What?" Mirren freaked out.

"He learned the [Astral Projection] spell." Miranda interrupted.

"Oh! You scared me. I thought I'll be haunted for real."

The [Astral Projection] is an Expert level Mysticism spell that allows the casters to project spectral holograms of themselves and do various things through it. The real Jon, who is miles away outside Rimmen, can use the Astral Projection to scout, communicate and even cast some spells.

"What do you want?"

"Meet me outside the city to the south at the border pass, there is something you need to see." Jon's projection said then disappeared.

The two siblings sighed as they knew deep inside that things are going to get noisy from this point on.

***

A few hours passed until Jon and Isha met up with Mirren and Miranda.

The four briefed themselves with the situation on all fronts and made a plan to look around.

"So, you said you found out something." Mirren spoke to Jon.

"Right. Here, take a look." Jon passed his spyglass to Jon.

Their location was on a hidden area near the mountain range that separates Elsweyr from Cyrodiil south to Rimmen. They had a great view of the encampment of the Thalmor blocking the road to the border pass.

"What am I looking for exactly?" Mirren asked.

"Do you see the refugees imprisoned in cages?"

"Yes."

"Did you notice what they are?"

"Diseased poor folk?"

"Come on, you can do better."

Mirren looked once again but didn't spot anything strange.

Isha used her Aura to look further while Miranda took the spyglass from Mirren.

"Aha."

"I see."

"So I am the idiot here." Mirren was dissatisfied with Isha's and Miranda's responses.

"I was just teasing you. I don't know what's wrong either." Isha said while winking at him.

"Thanks… that sure made me feel better." Mirren said in self mockery.

"There are Argonians." Miranda said.

""Hm?""

"There are Argonians and they are very sick." Miranda said.

"Bingo!" Jon agreed with her.

"And?" Isha questioned.

"Argonians have a natural resistance to all sorts of Diseases, they even carry diseases without noticing." Jon said, "The main reason why no one really wanted to invade that infested land of Black Marsh was because of the Hist and their use of Biological Weapons to fend off the invaders. Wasn't the Hist of Tear the reason behind the Plague in Narsis?" Jon said.

"I see. So the Argonians are making everyone sick." Mirren said.

"Nope. I just said the Argonians are sick which is a very rare thing to happen. With that number of diseased Argonians, there is one assumption we are safe to consider."

"Which is…?"

"This is not a Disease."

The four remained silent for a while.

"Not a disease? People were working hard to find a cure for this thing and you're saying they were wrong all along?" Mirren asked.

"Yes. The main symptoms are Organ Failure and Necrosis. These are endgame symptoms and appear with the highly contagious disease in most cases. This thing is not contagious but only to a very low extent. More so, there is an obvious state of madness that doesn't fit in with the whole thing." Jon explained.

"People are getting mad too?" Isha asked.

"I know it is nasty but something is really wrong. So, based on my educated guesses, I would say it is a Curse." Jon said.

"Why?" Mirren asked.

"Because no mage is infected. Mages have better resistance to Magicka in general." It was Miranda who replied.

"Right. I didn't see any infected Mages who are supposed to be people with low physical constitution."

"So that sums everything up? We are up against a curse that can go viral?" Mirren asked for confirmation.

"Indeed. And a very weird one at that."

The four returned to silence once again. The situation was now more outlined than before.

"But a curse can't go viral." (Miranda)

"Indeed." (Isha)

"Then how is this happening?" (Mirren)

"Maybe it was cast with the condition to go viral." (Isha)

"That's way too advanced. Let alone the skills required to do so, Curses need a medium. If I want a curse to go viral, I would cast on a Rune Spell to work as a trap and have a better result." (Jon)

"And what about the madness?" (Miranda)

"No idea." (Jon)

"Let's get our own test subject then." Miranda said, "We won't know much this way." 

To her suggestion, the others started thinking about it.

"Okay." Jon agreed.

"You are considering this?" Isha was not approving.

"At least it is something to do."

***

And so they had their Argonian test subject.

"The 6th of First Seed (March), year 200 of the Fourth Era. I performed a magical examination on the subject: Ja-Meen, 37, male, infected with a mild curse that developed through the innards and the outer limbs. Halting the curse was successful but reversing it is impossible until the Medium is broken. No traces of the Magicka causing the curse were found but the subject's mental health is degenerating due to unknown reasons as the brain is intact as far as I can tell. Record, over."

Jon finished his examination on a victim and turned around.

"That was brutal." (Isha)

"Stone Cold." (Mirren)

"Sexy!" (Miranda)

"What?" (Mirren)

"I like… the systematic way." (Miranda)

That was a lie, she was imagining herself tied to a bed with Jon holding a scalpel over her and saying mad researcher words.

But more importantly, Jon returned the subject back to consciousness.

"Ja-Meen, looks like you are fine. How do you feel?"

Ja-Meen opened his eyes to see himself in a cave surrounded by lights made magic and bring looked at by four strong presences. Anyone in their right mind would be nervous but Ja-Meen was frenzied.

"He is close! Close by! Troll Head! Troll Head is coming! He will come and eat us. Troll Head eats us! He is eating us! Now he is eating me! I am being eaten."

Ja-Meen kept going in a frenzy and Jon wasn't being able to calm him.

"As you can see, he is having fantasies about that Troll Head thing. This madness is not natural." Jon said.

"Meaning?"

"According to what I know, the madness that gives such a deep insight is not some mental failure. They were driven mad but that is not a part of the curse. Whoever it is, he is my Uncle's favorite errand boy."

"Oh, please! Don't remind me." Isha said as she massaged her head.

"Troll Head! He is eating! I am eating! No! Being eaten. I am scared! Mommy! Help me! Help…"

Seeing an adult cry for help in such a desperate situation, even Jon felt sympathy for the Argonian.

The Curse and that Madness are making each other worse.

"Hey, Ja-Meen. When did Troll Head find you for the first time?" Jon asked.

"Troll Head? You know him? You are his friend? Please, I'll tell you all I know…"

After a few attempts of making heads and tails of what the Argonian was saying, Jon came to the conclusion that Troll Head is the person who cast the curse.

The purpose is unknown but the suffering is real here.

There were also more details. According to Ja-Meen, the Troll Head came out from an old ruin and wherever he passed, the curse followed.

"So it was undead that appeared first in Black Marsh." Mirren concluded.

"Or a Necromancer. Who knows!" Jon added.

"The important thing is the whereabouts of the one behind all this no matter the identity." Isha said.

"Mad people can't answer too complicated questions." Miranda said.

In this investigation, every step they took was hindered by more mystery and would take too long to figure out what to do next.

But Jon had the right idea on what to do next.

"If you want to understand a madman, you need a madman who can understand madmen." Jon said.

Jon stuffed his hand into the Cube and recovered something. He did so then ran to the forest beside the cave they stayed in followed by his companions.

"What are you doing?" Mirren asked.

"He is here. Watch but never learn." Jon replied as he looked with excitement around the forest.

What he held in his hands were yarn rolls with various colors. He took the end of each yarn and started throwing them around all over the place.

The scene was strange but it wasn't the first strange scene today.

Anyway, the yarn rolls went deep in various directions. Jon sat in front of them and patiently waited.

It was a minute later when a yarn thread reacted. Jon held if right away and started pulling.

"What is that?"

"I am fishing... or catting. Oh! Catting is a really nice verb.."

As he said so, the yarn thread came to an end and what Jon catted appeared.

It was a cat… or rather a Khajiit Alfiq with grey fur and black stripes. The Alfiq was entangled in the yarn thread in every impossible way.

"What is that? The yarn is coming to life! My oh my… this is a new one! I am excited! So exciting... let me hold you. Here! Here! And here too! Oh! It is everywhere! If feels weird... and nice! Weird and Nice. I like it! Hey, stop dragging me." The Alfiq Khajiit said in a dramatic tone.

Jon looked at him and coughed.

"Hm? Is it you? Who are you to summon me? Wait..." The cat looked at Jon with curious eyes, "Aren't you this mortal! MY MORTAL! Wait! What are you doin..."

Jon walked forward and held the cat up from its fire like a little cub.

"Hey! What the Fluff? Put me down at once." The Alfiq became annoyed all of a sudden.

"Hey..."

"I said put me down. This is when I should smite you. Give you a serious smiting. Completely smitten. You know that move, don't you? The third move of the Meowjestic Paw Art, Mighty Paw Smite!" The Khajiit started throwing a tantrum while waving his paws but not reaching Jon.

Jon sighed before calling the man.

"What's up, Uncle Sheo?"

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Chapter 453: Dealing with Sheogorath

A/n: Some of you are cringing cuz Sheogorath appeared as Cat thinking I am taking things Hardcore with Catisism again.

Truth is… In Elsweyr, they have a God for Madness and Skooma called the Skooma Cat, Sheggorath – That's all in the Lore, check ESO Quest "The Lunacy of Two Moons" where he makes an appearance.

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"What's up, Uncle Sheo?" Jon said with an ever-so-patient expression.

"Nephew! Put me down, this is rude!"

"Here you go." Jon let go of the large Alfiq on a small rock.

The other three looked at the striped grey Alfiq waiting for Jon to explain. This was, after all, that very infamous Uncle they heard about.

"What are you doing here, Nephew? Cheese hunting? Wine surfing? Oh, wait! Don't tell me… you are Mushroom hopping?"

"No, no and no. You know me, uncle. I try to keep original in my work. Right now, I am trying to figure out how to kill a bunch of people in a unique way each."

"Oh! That's a nice idea! Can you make one die from excessive cheese eating?"

"You mean dipping people in liquidated food? Hmmm… you know what… this is actually a good idea. We can make all kinds of soups then dip people in and see which kills faster. My money's on the Tomato soup."

"I will go with melted cheese."

"Hah! You'll lose miserably. Getting dipped in melted cheese is the very definition of heaven. Try a Tomato soup."

The two were getting along in an instant despite the dumbfounded faces around them.

But that didn't last long as the two noticed someone staring daggers at them. It was a black cat that appeared on Jon's head and seemed very annoyed.

"You should shapeshift." Jon said.

"Wise idea."

The Alfiq struggled as he started to take another form while being entangled by all the yarn around him. In the end, he took the form of an elderly Breton gentleman with a particular appearance in a pink brocade suit… still entangled in yarn.

"HAHA! It's me! Bet you didn't know that, did you? All surprised now, I see, I see." Sheogorath looked at the ones around him and said with a proud face.

Other than Nefertiti who was cringing, the others didn't know whether to act surprised or cringe. This particular Daedric Prince can be brutal if he was displeased.

"Act as if your Boss said a joke." Jon gave a pro tip as he noticed the ones behind him being in a dilemma.

"... Oh! Amazing."

"Incredible."

"Wow."

With the Gore Flag fully avoided, Jon wanted to get this over with.

"What are you doing around these parts, Uncle?"

"Woah! Straight to the point aren't we, Nephew? Don't you want to play a game first with your old uncle?"

"Something is telling me we are going to play whether I liked it or not."

"You understand me well, nephew."

"And with many lives at stake."

"You really understand me. Here's how it goes, I'll go catch some mortal playthings and throw them in the air, you must shoot them before they drop dead or you'll lose." Sheogorath said.

"Nope. You can throw people all the way to Daggerfall for all that you care about. It won't be fair."

"Haha! You want a Daedric Prince to play fair."

"I want to play fair because if you don't play fair, I won't play at all. Good luck tossing Mortals around on your own. I'll go toss Mortals with my friends someplace else."

"Okay, Okay! How about this one… a music contest with Mortal corpses."

"Says the man who discovered music by using some woman's vocal cords."

"Fighting contest."

"Says the man who won against the fiercest beast Hircine made by a little chick."

"Sparrow! You know him? He became a large Roc later on but that's not in the story. Fine, what about a Nightmare contest?"

"Both you and I know that you wiped the floor with Vaermina last time you two played that."

"Catapult racing?"

"Too high."

"Tunnel spooning."

"Too low."

"Dragon riding."

"Too early."

"Dwemer hide and seek."

"Too late."

"Playing a prank on Molag."

"Already did that."

"Playing a prank on Dagon."

"Did that as well."

"You played a prank on Dagon?"

"I blackmailed him with a scene from your memories when the Avatar of Akatosh whipped his Daedric ass."

"Seriously? How did you get that? Wait! Was it censored?"

"Is there uncensored?"

"A Daedric Prince as tall as a tower walking in the streets of the Imperial City mostly naked? Hah! Of course there is uncensored. His Daedric Dong was all over the place."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

"Daaaaaayum! Must have missed that mod."

"So, what do you want to play?"

"How about my favorite game of all time? It is called [Truth and Dare]."

"Wasn't it 'or' not 'and'?"

"No, that's the sissy version. Jon Dare's version is [Truth and Dare]."

"Fine! I feel like I love it already. How do we play?"

"I ask you a question and I dare you lie to me."

"I feel like I don't love it after all."

"You already agreed."

"Fine, I go first."

"You sure?"

"Humph!"

"You'll ask me a question and you'll Dare me?" Jon asked again to confirm.

Sheogorath had to think twice before that one.

"You've got me, nephew."

"Fair and square."

"Fine, you go first."

Jon sighed after bypassing the mental burden of dodging the troublesome stuff Sheogorath wanted to throw at him.

"What is going on with that Curse around and why are you turning people mad?"

"I always turn people mad. That's what I do. I am the Mad God."

"And the Curse that is killing people? Your madness is making things difficult for me here, Uncle."

"Oh! You got it all wrong, Nephew. I am not harming anyone here."

"You seriously expect me to believe that?" Jon looked doubtful.

"You expect a Daedric Prince to lie?"

"Yes."

"Well, believe it or not, we are concerned about this event." Sheogorath said ignoring Jon's doubts.

"We?"

"Me, Azura, Boethiah… the whole lot."

"Wait wait wait! This 'Whole Lot' is our faction in these Labours, right?"

"Right."

"Why wasn't I invited then?"

"Azura didn't call for you? I thought she did… that's why I didn't want to tell you much."

"No, she didn't. What is going on?"

"Hmmm… You see, nephew, you are basically the Last Labourer on our side with still one more task to perform."

"I know."

"And the other faction still has one Labourer too… other than the ones you have already killed."

"Why is this the first time I hear of that?"

"Because we weren't sure about the identity of the Labourer you are up against and… we still don't know."

"... You're serious now?"

"Dead Serious… or is it Daedra Serious? No, Dead Serious. As serious as a bunch of cheese rolls rolling down on a hill with me tied up on its foot. That's as far as serious goes in my book."

"Great. So, what do you know of that Labourer?"

"Not much. Only that he just received his Labour Artifact and passed through this place. The reason for the Curse you are after is mostly thanks to him and the reason why I am driving people insane, other than me being the Mad God, is to control them. Once these people die, they will turn into Undead and cause damage we don't understand so here I am saving the day and doing what you Heroes should do. Please don't mind the competition, Nephew."

Jon and the rest sighed.

To sum up the rambling of Sheogorath, he is making people insane to halt the Curse. This Curse is caused by a mysterious Labourer on the other Daedric faction.

"Couldn't you just find that out from the start?" Mirren said holding his dizzy head.

"Believe me, when it comes to Uncle Sheo, it is wise to take the extra mile and make him talk his heart out, else you will find yourself going on a literal Fool's Errand to hunt some Butterflies in a Basilisk's nest." Jon replied.

"You know me to a frightening degree, Nephew."

"I am afraid you think highly of me, Uncle. Is there any more information about that Labourer?"

"Sadly, nothing. He was very well done hidden from us by someone but I personally think it won't be long till they reveal that Labourer. You can as well start helping us, can't you? Azura was pleased with you during the last party, she drank a lot to the point where Boethiah had to carry her back to her realm."

"Daedric Princes… drunk?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't."

"Fine, I'll invite you to the next party and you will see for yourself."

"I'll hold you to that word."

Jon smiled at sheogorath and the latter returned the same foxy smile.

"But now. It is time I hold you to your word, Nephew. My turn in your 'Truth and Dare'." Sheogorath said.

"Hehe. You are going to Dare me after all, Uncle?" Jon was amused.

"Haha! Come on, I am not going to lose my Nephew for a mere question." Sheogorath said and smiled wider, "One of your friends can take your place in this, right?"

"That was not a rule."

"Neither was not accepting to be Dared. You owe me answers now."

To Jon's trick, Sheogorath forced his own rule into this. Jon wasn't pleased but it seemed that Sheogorath was insisting.

"Jon, it's okay." Isha said as she played defensive.

"..." Jon didn't reply and kept staring at Sheogorath.

"What say you, Nephew?" Sheogorath said with his lunatic smile growing wider.

Jon tilted his head looking at Sheogorath then he smiled calmly.

"You are not interested in any of those friends behind me, don't you? You are after someone else." Jon said.

Sheogorath became more amused.

"As I said, you know me too damn well."

"And you are wondering why." Jon stepped forward not fearing Sheogorath, "You just don't understand how I understand you well so you want to know how I shield my mind from your effect. Am I right?"

It now seemed to the others that Sheogorath and Jon were playing on a whole new Arena.

"You want to know, right?" Jon asked.

"If there is no harm." Sheogorath replied.

"What if there is harm?"

"What if?"

"I see. What do you know?"

"Not much other than what the others know. It hurts to be family and know little about each other"

"Fine, you will meet him." Jon said as he called [Greed] out of the Cube.

Sheogorath narrowed his eyes as he followed Jon's actions carefully.

Jon then called.

"Shadow, someone wants to meet you."

***

*Sometime later*

Jon, Isha, Mirren and Miranda took the road to the south towards the Thalmor camp.

"Let's brief it fast, we are looking for a Labourer who is very dangerous and can be anywhere. We can't trace him by one cursed patient so we need a lot of specimens to try all the methods we know. Our best bet is sadly in a Thalmor camp." Jon said as he grumbled.

The others followed him in silence while looking at each other.

"Jon… do you want to talk about what just happened?" Mirren asked.

"... We better not." Jon replied.

"Are you sure… that thing… it wasn't normal." Even Miranda spoke in a worried tone.

"It is nothing… really! You don't need to worry about Sheogorath going after us." Jon said.

"What about that thing that… appeared?"

A few minutes ago, those three witnessed something mortals can't withstand easily. Shadow spoke to Sheogorath in a language that made them shiver before both Sheogorath and Shadow disappearing somewhere together and Jon recovering [Greed].

Jon saw the worry on his friends' faces and sighed.

"Listen. I truly didn't want you to witness that. What you just heard was from a Higher Tonal Aptitude. Mortals of your level can't possibly comprehend it and as a person who experienced the Tower, I know better." Jon said trying to calm them down.

When higher existences meet, they don't just converse in the level of mortals. That would be like a first grader attending a Quantum Physics class. Even Jon was overwhelmed with the high level of thoughts.

He just couldn't put his hand on how Sheogorath figured out Shadow's existence but Shadow seemed okay with it.

"It is just impossible to unthink of all that." Miranda said.

When someone hears words they know but in a manner they don't get, they are normally confused. Take that to the level of Deities and compare to the level of mere Mortals, it gets really hard to unthink it.

Those who are powerful enough to withstand such an encounter will see through some mysteries of the mysteries of Royalty but those who don't may get traumatized.

"Listen, I'll explain things to you later as your training goes to the level of establishing the foundations of a Peak Physical Body. Once you start forming a Spirit Spark like me, you will be strong enough. Right now you may get traumatized and later would cause your ascendance in the CHIM to be affected negatively." Jon said.

"What on Nirn are you rambling about?" Mirren asked.

"What does the CHIM has to do with this?" Isha asked.

"Ascending the Tower of CHIM is my ultimate goal. Guiding my family through the CHIM with me is also part of that goal. You guys are a family to me and I am not leaving you behind." Jon said.

"But… we never really thought of climbing the Tower of CHIM." Miranda said.

"Sorry to drop the bomb on you but that's something you get as a part of the Dare Package." Jon said as he stopped walking and looked back at his team, "I know it is overwhelming to drag you into this. If you don't want to do something, I am not pushing you to it. I just want you to have my back as long as we are in this. Something is telling me that my 7th Labour is around the corner soon."

"..."

"..."

"... Fuck it. Just tell us what to do?" Mirren sighed and said so.

"Right now, I want you to forget what you just saw. Any further thinking about it will cause you to get more confused. I will explain it all once the time comes." Jon said.

"Fine." Mirren said.

"I'm good." Isha said.

Miranda nodded.

"Fine. Now to the matter at hand. There is a Thalmor Camp we are about to walk in. Any method to walk in there without killing every High Elf we see?" Jon asked.

"Offended but yes." Mirren said, "There is a Moon-Bishop leading the first aid operation from our Star Haven Temple. Her name is Zara and she is an Ohmes-Raht."

"Oh! Never seen one before."

Ohmes-Raht are a Khajiit Furstock that resembles humans and elves the most. They walk on their heels and have tails and light fur, they also paint their faces to appear more Khajiiti.

"So we have a contact in. How do we enter?" Isha asked.

"We can disguise as Adepts." Mirren said.

"Not enough." Miranda refuted.

"Actually it is." Jon said as he took out his stock of Transformation Potions.

"Ladies, time to let your inner Fluff out."

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