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Capítulo 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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Capítulo 424: First Challenger

The Vessel of the Hunt's ability to track other Champions or Shrines might seem pretty overpowered, but when you considered the powerful artifacts the others possessed, it was pretty lacking... If Michael wasn't already powerful in his own right, he'd have stood no chance against them.

"Hmm.. First, let's check Azura's statue. Then I'll go take a chat with Molag Bal's Champion." Michael mutters to himself. If he wanted anyone to lose, it would be that piece of shit. But first, "Darth, tell everyone that I'll be busy... And to stay inside somewhere safe until the moon returns to normal."

"At once, Master."

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Michael treks up the mountain where the statue of Azura once stood, quickly making his way to the top where Azura's giant head sat, half-buried in the snow... Atop the head sat a shrine, with Nelacar standing next to it.

"Michael." he offers conversationally as if they weren't opponents in a deathmatch.

"Nelacar... I'm surprised that you went under Azura's wing, especially since you were taught by a guy who was defiling one of her artifacts." Michael remarks, not yet drawing his weapon.

Nelacar lets out a sigh, "And I never imagined that it was you who stole said artifact. If you had left it alone, maybe we'd be in a different situation..."

Michael shrugs, "I doubt that... You know you can't beat me, right? You won't be able to run like last time..."

Nelacar wets his lips anxiously, "Maybe... But we don't have to fight now... We could join hands and eliminate the others first... Neither of us wants Clavicus Vile to win and gain further ground, Azura is one of the better choices, wouldn't you agree?"

"True, but I'd rather not waste time scheming." he replies, drawing the ebony sword that he'd replaced Derflinger with.

Nelacar sighs sadly while drawing his own weapon, a sickle-like blade that ominously shimmers in the light. Along with a staff in his other hand. "I'd rather not fight you, Michael. We should focus on the truly evil enemies before fighting each other."

"Yeah, probably." he says, pointing a finger at Nelacar and casting, "Laguna Blade."

*CRAACK!*

*ZWING!*

Nelacar swings the curved blade before Michael finishes his words, allowing him to bring it up in an attempt to block the powerful lightning bolt. Michael's surprised as the bolt splits into two and arcs off in two random directions upon contacting the blade as if it'd sliced the lightning in two... "I'm not as weak as last time. Don't take me lightly!" he exclaims, jabbing his staff at Michael.

*CHIIING!*

Two portals to Oblivion open up, allowing two harpy things to fly out and towards Michael... Michael knew them to be Winged Twilights from his research on the Daedra, but that wasn't any help in knowing their weaknesses, aside from the usual method of killing.

"For the Twilight Lady!" the Daedra screech as they attempt to run Michael through with their large talons.

Michael just ignores them, using Blink Strike to appear behind Nelacar before driving his sword through the man's back.

"HIgghk!..." Nelacar looks down at the blade protruding from his chest and gives despairing choked coughs, "S-still... Not... Enough..." he lets his weapons go and drops to his knees, his conjured Daedra dissipating. He tries to suck in some more air to say a few words, but fails as life quickly leaves his eyes.

*Shiiik!*

Michael withdraws his weapon, shaking it off before sheathing it. "Bastard, making me feel bad..." he mutters, before shaking his head and reaffirming his determination. He bends over and tries to pick up the curved weapon but finds it dissipating in his hand, as per Hircine's rules.

Any Daedric artifact collected by the champions would be granted to their Prince, this was primarily to encourage offensive tactics, as opposed to sitting around waiting for everyone to kill each other so you could pick up the pieces afterwards.

"One down, fourteen more to go..."

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Over in Markarth, things weren't going so well...

Arean, the Champion of Molag Bal had quickly entered Markarth with the intent to protect the shrine against the other Champions that were undoubtedly on their way. Only to realise his mistake when both civilians and guards back away at his appearance.

While it was still nighttime and would continue to be so for the duration of the Hunt, they could all see his dimly glowing red eyes and forsworn armour, along with the horrific mace sitting on his hip. His hurry in defending the shrine had made him forget to disguise himself...

"Forsworn scum! You dare enter this place so brazenly!?" a guard angrily shouts while approaching with sword drawn, only to have their brain splattered onto the floor as Arean slams the mace against his head.

Arean looks around at the horrified crowd and licks the blood from his mace, afterwards baring his fangs at them, "ANYONE ELSE WISH TO CHALLENGE ME!?"

The few Markarth guards look at one another before nodding and charging straight at him, "DIE MONSTER!"

Arean utilises his superior skill and vampiric strength to quickly tear apart the guards, the mace weakening the enemy with each strike, and empowering Arean with each soul it devours. This is all enhanced by his heritage as a vampire, of course, making him even more dangerous.

unbeknownst to him, a man who'd seen the entire thing runs off to the mines, specifically, towards the prison where the King in Rags awaits...

The night of the Blood Moon would be far more destructive than Hircine could have ever anticipated... Not that he cared, a few insects getting stomped on during a hunt for larger prey mattered not.


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