Chapter 32: Signs of a Bad Omen
"Did you sell them?" I asked the skooma-high cat standing before me.
"Of course, Jin'da has sold the goods you have given. Under Jin'da's name this one sold your products to many clients here and this one is most grateful."
He said while bowing slightly, his tail wagging side-to-side, completely unable to maintain any semblance of control over it since he had had way too much Skooma in the last hour.
It's caused me a headache since I brought Na'shi, who is beside me right now, and many of my subordinates.
I'm underneath the City Streets deep in the sewers.
In the last few hundred years, as a result of the Oblivion Crisis, Mehrunes Dagon's lasting presence over Tamriel had changed it in many ways.
One of which is the destruction and reformation of many organisations at the time of the Oblivion Crisis.
This secret underworld city is the true paradise of all scum in the world. Especially the slavemaster Jin'da whom I needed the help of yet again.
I came to the Black Market to investigate what may be available. Luckily, the Alchemical notes of Curalmil proved their pricelessness when I used it to create many Potions and Alchemical creations.
It seems Curalmil had temporarily dabbled into making Alchemical Inscriptions using Ingredients and Potions to create a non-magical created Magical-Rune.
In his notes this is one of the methods that he had used to create the White Phial.
Using his notes I had made many rare Potions and Alchemical creations in large quantities which I gave to Jin'da to sell in my place for various reasons for a 5% cut in the profits made.
You may be wondering, how did I get the large quantities of ingredients to create hundreds of hundreds of these Alchemy recipes?
Well, it seems that Curalmil also had the same thought and knew he needed more ingredients to continue his experiments.
Thus he made both a unique Liquid and a special formation that must be made with the liquid poured around the seedling of the planted plant.
This will stimulate its growth and purity exponentially to a ridiculous timespan from its birth to full bloom, additionally it multiples the harvest!
With the gold I earned from my arena fights, the 12,000 Septim bet on Na'shi winning her own fights, the stolen items of my Khajiit subordinates and the reward from Elika's parents, it had been enough to create a secret storehouse and greenhouse built underground near the collapsed ruin entrance of where my Falmer mother had died.
"Alright, at least I gained more profit by selling these specific items to your Thieves' Guild and Military contacts. Alright then, where's the Ledger?"
"Jin'da has it ready, take a look."
Looking over the quantity of the leftovers that weren't successfully sold by Jin'da, it wasn't a suprise.
They are costly items, fortunately some where sold out such as [Hinge's Broken Bone], an item that is the size of a toothpick, made of white stone. Once inserted inside a lock or when activated, will expand and grow, the density will remain and instead it will suddenly expand, releasing the stored up and compressed forces similar to how a Prince Rupert's Drop is made.
(A/n Prince Rupert's Drop - is a small droplet of glass that is heated and meted off, once it falls into certain liquids, one mainly being water, it will contract and the sudden cooling will make the glass droplet so hard than even bullets, hammers and power jackhammers are unable to shatter it. The only way to destroy it is under immense force stronger than that of an elephant, pressure that can crush and break through the skull of a whale, or by simply getting any grip or pliers and simply exerting gentle force on the tail tip. This will cause the droplet to turn into dust by relieving the pent up stress that accumulated in the tail tip and to spread throughout the head of the Prince Rupert's Drop, causing it to explode into glass dust. I plan to have Sivreth use this to get super rich in the future by selling glass as hard as a Prince Rupert's Drop, which in our world is impossibleto make into such a shape while retaining the crazy hard density of a Prince Rupert's Drop.)
[Hinge's Broken Bone] sold out completely, not suprising since a Thieves' Guild Cell operates here in Cyrodiil and they bought them all.
I had made 70 of them and they each sold at 130 making the total sum earned at 9,100 Septims already, without including the deductions yet, of course.
Now then, some are still left of the other products.
"He's taken some of it." A female voice next to me said, finally participating in the conversation.
"What do you mean Miss Na'shi? Jin'da is a man of business after all."
"I know you took 132 Septims, give me the rest, I'll deduct those 132 from what I'll give at the end since you already have it now."
Na'shi and Jin'da's faces were filled with shock since I still hadn't received the box of Septims yet and I was able to accurately determine how much is stolen.
Na'shi looked over to Jin'da to confirm if what I said was accurate, judging by his expression, Na'shi had determined what I said is correct.
"How could you know possibly know that? I knew he stole some because of that look he has but your not a thief."
"What can I say, I've got good intuition."
That's a lie, my unique Face Mask is the result of my accurate appraisal.
[ ] Face Mask
• 4 (one gem in each eye socket)
• Thu'um to merge both gems so they work in synch and not individually (1))
• Conceal Aura/Magicka (1)
• Visual H.U.D ((1) left eye gem)
• Vision Mode types (Thermal, X-Ray, Night Vision, Magnification, Detect Life, Detect Dead, Detect Magicka) ((1) right eye gem)
(A/N --- IMAGE --- The mask looks like one of these two images, or imagine Nazgûl mask of Isildur, or the front oart of the Nightgale helm but with more eleven details and white with blue lines)
Much like how I made my Dwemer arm, and using studies of Dwemer Animunculi being programmed with the 4 Dwemer Tests, I was able to change its feature and place enchantments inside of a Gem or by putting detailed "tests" aka programming the Gem to contain certain effects.
Then I would fuse the objects like I did in the past.
So basically I have a Predator Yautja Mask and a Gamer/Player H.U.D in my custom made mask.
I simply looked at Jin'da and I was able to have the numbers appear in my mask's H.U.D to show me everything he has as well as any information I already attained. The mask would read the mental signals of my brain and know when and what I want to see and when, sometimes a voice command is required for certain features but that is a minor inconvenience rather than a drawback.
"Where's the Auction taking place at this time?" I asked, breaking the duo out of their daydreaming of how cool I am.
"It will take place at a important structure owned by a supposed member of the High Council. Come with Jin'da, this one will lead you there."
Na'shi and I followed the Slavemaster deeper and towards the center of the cavern that is big enough that layer upon layers of different buildings were built atop one another making it look like some kind of refuge of the homeless than anything else.
I grew curious of who this individual is and I decided to see if my Grimoire can reveal anything pertaining to this topic.
I held the book to a blank page and concentrated my thoughts to focus on who the individual is that owns the structure the current Auction will take place in.
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Amaund Motierre....
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Would hire the Dark Brotherhood in 4E 201st to Assassinate the current Emperor of the time, Emperor Titus Mede II.
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He did this because he thinks he has a shot at becoming the new Emperor/Potentate, or he has a coalition in place to put in an Emperor more favorable to his own interests...
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Amaund Motierre had proved useful to many alternate variations of myself in different Timelines.
The resources and political control he has over the Elder Council and Cyrodiil had provided me with the necessary funding and allowed my rise to power and eventually become a God so-to-speak within only 48 years.
Although, Akatosh was pissed when I stole a piece of his soul, Auriel sent literal rays from the sun to turn me to ashes.
It actually killed me a few times but after becoming a God, he needs to literally kill me himself to prevent me from reforming my body.
Last is the World-Eater. Alduin was Alduin, nothing changed there, although he got real pissed and chased me for 13 millennium across various alternative timelines. Gotta give it to him, the Lizard is committed, maybe it was because of that time in Sovengarde.
I wanted to prove myself superior to the Nords, especially that fart Ysgramor and show I, a Falmer, was stronger than Alduin when he, a Nord that genocided my race, aren't by shoving a enlarged Ice Spear right up Alduin's... (* scribbled out words *)
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I immediately tried tear out the page with all my might but no matter what I did it wouldn't come out.
I even took out an Ebony Dagger I bought from the last Auction, desperately trying to destroy the page in a futile attempt to erase its contents.
"What is that Book? What's written there-HEY! Let me see! No fair! I can't reach that high!"
I raised the book high in the sky so Na'shi couldn't see the Pages, I closed the book and made it vanished from sight.
If any version of Alduin in any timeline learns of the contents of that page, Death would be a mercy.
'It would Madness Incarnate if I even tried to do the same thing as my Future Self, seriously! Is he Mad or something?!'
"Who's Mad? They seem like fun. Ooooohhhhh I sseeeee. That's what grown-up-you does, I must say...shoving an Ic-?!?!?!"
I promptly covered the mouth of a certain Mad God that was pretending to be an Alfiq in his weird colored suit.
"Sheo, I beg you...shut up...please..."
The Skooma Cat God of the Khajiit looked at me as if he was heavily deliberating about what I requested.
"I'll give you fish..."
"..."
"...dipped in Soya Sauce..."
"..."
"...and..." I was hesitant to say it...
"..."
"...fine, you win...and dipped in Argonian Breast Milk."
"Haha, I knew you'd come around skimpy!"
You bastard! How am I supposed to get Argonian Breast Milk?!
Argonians are lizards! The females are unable to produce Breast Milk because one, they lay Eggs and two, the Eggs sometimes hatches while inside the mother's womb with the Yolk of the Egg providing the nutrients needed!
Female Argonian Breasts are just a visual detail of their evolution into a Humanoid species!
They don't even have Umbilical Cords!
THAT MEANS NOT A SINGLE MEMBER OF THEIR RACE HAS A BELLY BUTTON!
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"I will contact my superiors" The guard said.
"Jin'da is outraged! All this one's fine products are already inside and yet Jin'da cannot go to Jin'da's own inventory!"
"Sir, please calm down and wait or I will be forced to remove you from the boundaries of the Structure. Only with a valid invitation card may you enter."
"There is no need for that, I can vouch for him." A aged voice resounded from within the structure, soon the figure appeared before the entrance.
He was a man with a weathered appearance and dark coloured hair. It should have been white with age but he was using a Black Hair Dye which I had made specially for him.
Hair Dye is one of the only things I won't publish to the world until I'm ready, it can make me good income but also I can continue using it to help with my disguise.
"Kraz, old friend!" Jin'da said as he moved past the stationary guard to give a handshake with the old man.
Kraz is a High ranking noble that is part of Amaund Motierre's Faction.
The only reason that no one on the surface knows about this secrat city and the Motierre Faction's involvements with such a place is because of the ever increasing growth in incompetentance and weakness displayed by the current Emperor.
It's not a suprise that this place is so well hidden from the eyes of an incompatent leader as Titus Mede II.
"Come with me, the Auction will soon begin. I will help you settle down, and this is your aid, Rekum if I remeber?" Kraz said as he turned his attention towards me.
Oh right, I pretended to serve Jin'da last time as a personal servant, I'm not in rags since I would be "representing" Jin'da in front of others as if I was his slave. Then fake used was Rekum.
"Yes, Master Kraz." I said with a polite bow.
"Aahh, no need for that. I treat you as I would Jin'da here, he treats you very highly for your abilities, also it was thanks to that liquid you created that had helped me so much in recent months." Kraz said with a enthusiastic tone, showcasing his joy and happiness at not being a Santa Claus imposter.
Krampus might have given him a visit if I didn't give that dye to him sooner.
Kraz and Jin'da walked inside ahead of me and Na'shi.
"Why do you put up with that man, all this noble talk is annoying. Dancing with words rather than getting to the point."
"I know, but one day I'll need to do that too. I'll even have to get married to one of the daughters of prominent figure to help establish diplomatic ties. My Empire has to have a stable foundation and the backing of abundent wealth and resources along with diplomatic meetings with many allied and hostile factions."
I was going to say something else but a pair of people had caught me interest and it took me a moment to realise who the male was, he was younger but it's him, the features are still there, only more realistic now.
"Once we return I'll need everyone to find 3 Master Blacksmiths and their apprentices that can use the Frost-Flame Forge." I told Na'shi with a seriousness in my voice as i looked at the male and female duo that had just walked up to the guard ahead of us.
"Yes, of course. But why so soon? You said that you were going to do it in a few years from now in this Forgotten Vale place?" Na'shi asked as her ears twitched on her head, evasdropping on the words spoken by the pair of individuals I had my eyes fixated on.
"Because...if they are here, then that means there is a small chance that something very valuable and powerful is here. Something that I hope isn't and if it is, won't bring me a Bad Omen."
"Names and Invitation?" The guard said as he awaited a response.
"Calixto Corrium" The Imperial man said as he handed his invitation card to the guard.
"Lucilla Corrium" The Imperial woman did the same as her brother.
As the walked inside, I was still staring at the back of the Imperial man through the entire exchange.
Calixto Corrium, the Butcher of Windhelm.
If he's here, and if his sister isn't dead yet, then there's a small change that damned cursed book is here!
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Daily Dose of TES Lore Facts!!!
Did you know that in 4E 172, the Emperor realized that the Thalmor were only growing in power, and that his Empire was thinning out and becoming weaker little by little.
Titus, Ulfric and Tullius devised a surprise assault with the last remaining platoon, however, it failed.
Ulfric lost hope at this point, and openly insulted the Emperor for his "lack of effort".
Tullius and Ulfric engaged in a duel, and Ulfric stormed out of the palace, never to return.
By this time, they were completely weakened and defenseless, and in the span of 3 years Greece the home of Tullius was destroyed by the Thalmor, Trojan was lost, the Imperial City was sieged and sacked, the Battle of Red Ring occured and the Empire was forced into signing the White-Gold Concordat.
Next time on Daily Dose of TES Lore Facts, find out the true reason the Aedra lost their divine power while creating Nirn when such a thing should have been impossible!
Why and how did Lorkhan trick the Et'Ada (Original Spirits) into creating Nirn and Mundus.
Stay Tunned...
(A/n everytime I do a chapter from now on, I'll include things like this at the end for you to read as bonus lore content. Cya!)
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