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章 580: Tamrail

Michael steps through a Dimension Gate with a bloodstained letter grasped in his right hand a strange-looking fur band. It'd been a couple weeks since the whole Tyranny of the Sun situation, so he'd made himself busy in the meantime, mostly searching for artifacts of Clavicus Vile.

Of course, he also made time to visit his sister after completing some pieces of jewellery for her. Rings, necklace, earrings, anklets, bracelets, you name it, all heavily enchanting to make sure there was no possible way for her to die... Since magic didn't exist in his old mundane world, it was fairly easy to protect her against most means.

Other than that, he'd just come back from Cyrodil, and before that Elsweyr. One of Vile's artifacts had actually been the fur band he now carries, which was held by the Mane of Elsweyr. They weren't too keen on giving it up, primarily due to the fact that Vile had gifted it to them as a warning more than a gift.

What it did was save the life of its wielder up to nine times, which was actually stupidly powerful... Any fatal damage would be instantly healed... Any. This meant that cutting off the Mane's head would do nothing, nor would stabbing their heart, disintegrating them, exploding them, etc.

This did come with a cost however, it would steal a portion of the wearer's soul with every death, killing them after their ninth. It was called the Cat of Nine Lives, and was one of the more powerful artifacts that Vile had created.

Still, he'd acquired it regardless. The King of Khajiit was strong and all, but he wasn't anywhere near as strong as Harkon, or even a dragon for that matter. The only annoying part about it was the fact that he'd basically declared war on all of Elsweyr... Though, this wasn't really a problem with how the rest of Tamriel was handling things.

Ulfric's acquisition of Skyrim had drastically changed the political landscape. Hammerfell hadn't made any moves yet, but it was plain to see that they were edging towards allying with Skyrim against the Thalmor, and indirectly the Empire.

High Rock, the Breton's homeland, hadn't done anything either, but with how their Province was positioned, they were likely to join hands in the alliance too... Not to mention their dislike for their arrogant High Elf cousins.

Morrowind and Black Marsh were quiet if you ignore the requests of a few Dunmer families 'subtly' requesting aid from Ulfric to take back their land. Brynjolf had joked about how stupidly obvious their schemes were, and that these families would be eaten by the Argonians before Ulfric even saw the letters.

It was fairly obvious to most however that the Dunmer and Argonians were waiting to see how things would progress, then decide their opinion after the fact.

The Empire itself was in a bit of an uproar due to Skyrim actually managing to claim its independence. Not to mention General Tullius who was imprisoned in the Blue Palace. A man like him didn't get to where he was without a shit load of networking, not to mention how important he was to the Emperor.

Most at this point would just declare war on the Thalmor and try to regain their lost allies, but such thoughts were impossible currently due to the Thalmor having a tight grasp on almost everything military and not.

How did Michael know about this? Well, he'd just paid a visit to Cyrodil to pick up a letter from Keo Umpiel's bard friend... He had refused when asked to hand it over of course, but not many people can say no to Michael and walk it off.

He tosses the Cat of Nine Lives in his inventory and opens the letter after wiping some moisture from his brow.

"Huh... The cult's next meeting is next week in the outskirts of Leyawiin, a hidden location in the Blackwoods... Apparently important enough to demand everyone's attendance too..." he mutters aloud. "Guess I'm crashing a party then..."

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Surtr trudges up a steep incline leading to Sky Haven Temple and when he finally pulls himself up he's greeted with a view overlooking a small valley... That also happened to be inhabited by the cockroach equivalent of humans, Forsworn.

They'd set up small structures and traps all over the place, decorating it with skulls, pelts, and other ritualistic or cultural things. More importantly though, they'd set up their entire camp around the cave entrance that supposedly leads to the temple...

He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a purple potion that'd been labelled with 'Invisibility'. He wasn't an alchemist so he'd had to have them sorted this way... Otherwise, he might just down a horrific poison instead of the antidote.

He'd rather not slaughter his way through here, he had a mission to do and wasting his time on this would be incredibly annoying... Unfortunately, it looks like fate has a way of fucking with him, as he spots Esbern and Delphine being carried through the camp upside down with their hands and legs tied.

Maybe he should wait for them to be sacrificed, then continue with his quest?... That would still waste his though, not to mention the fact that the old man had been nothing but helpful since he'd met him.

He sighs and draws Wuuthrad from his back, "I don't know if that bitch can owe me any more than she already does, least I can hold this over her head... If she doesn't lose it..." he mutters before rapidly sliding down the stone incline, catching the attention of all the nearby Forsworn.

"Killing you pathetic whelps can only make Skyrim stronger! This isn't even going to be a fig-"

*ROOOOOAAAAAAARRR!*

"DRAGON!" a Forsworn manages to yell just as he's bathed with fire.

"Ugh... Again?" Surtr groans.


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章 581: Party Crush

A meeting was taking place in a secret location within the Blackwood, within the overgrown and ruined remnants of an old fort the invitees were gathered from all over the Empire, eagerly awaiting an update on their efforts to bring back their lord.

The main hall had been cleared of rubble and the corpses of those who had once defended the place, with new furnishings being added to placate those of higher standing in attendance.

Large oak roundtables lined the room, and a small band played quietly in the corner, creating a soothing atmosphere. No one had said a thing until now, simply enjoying the meal they'd each been given on arrival, as they'd usually expect during meetings such as this.

At the very end of the hall was three individuals... One was a portly man sitting in a fine chair, gorging himself on food and wine, Clexto Lalellus, head of the Lalellus family who provided a good portion of the parchment the Empire used.

Two people stood behind him, a short man wearing full ebony armour, with an ominous pure black sword, that seemed to whisper into the minds of those who laid their eyes upon it. The other person was a short-robed figure wearing the Masque of Clavicus Vile and a staff affixed with a blue gem.

No one questioned why they were present, nor what qualification they had that allowed them such a position... Mostly due to their display of loyalty wielding artifacts of their lord, Clavicus Vile.

Once everyone had sated their hunger, Clexto stands from his seat and raises his cup of wine to them, "Friends! I thank you all for accepting my invitations! It is an auspicious day, but I'm sure many of your have questions about our lack of masks this time around!" he pauses eyeing everyone to see their reactions, "I assure you! The time for secrecy is almost at an end, the time of our lord will soon be upon us!

But first! It is us that must serve! If we wish to be rewarded for our service, we must prove ourselves true!"

"What must we do!?" more than one person eagerly shouts.

"I'm sure you all already know! We must remove the monument to our sin! Our sin of failure! That heretical tower in Skyrim, obstructing our good lord from carrying out his work! 'The Eye of the World' as many plebians have called it!" he spits on the floor in disgust, "Our lord spoke to me, and made known his plans!" he pauses again, unable to hold back his grin at his guest's excitement.

He takes a foreign-looking gold coin from his pocket and raises it up high for all to see, "Our lord requested us to use this divine artifact! It has been a close companion of mine for many years, but it has been decided to use it to annihilate the heretical tower from existence!"

He gesticulates erratically at the excited crowd who were barely staying in their seats at the announcement. Some even had ideas of simply charging Skyrim at this instant, with only their wish to hear further from Clexto holding them in place.

"Once the tower is gone, it will be OUR time! Our Lord will deliver us this world! WE ARE IT'S RIGHTFUL RULE-" Clexto roars but stills when the coin goes flying out of his hand, across the room and towards a table in a dark corner.

A man with his feet resting casually on the table snatches it out of the air with a huge grin on his face, "You're going to use this to destroy my tower?" he asks incredulously while looking the coin over... He could sense the tens of thousands of souls stored inside it, so it wasn't impossible for it to actually be capable of it...

Everyone in the hall gets to their feet at this, this man had just stolen the key to their victory right in front of them, and even claimed to be the enemy their lord wished dead...

Clexto shakes his head from the shock of having the coin taken and glares owlishly, "Are you claiming to be Michael Tahlin, creator of the 'Eye of the World'?"

"Yeah, I am." Michael grins while dropping a sack on his table, allowing two heads to roll out, one belonging to Keo Umpiel and the other his bard friend who Michael had stolen the invitation from. "Ah, before you do anything else, what's that?!" he suddenly exclaims, pointing at the front of the hall.

"Say cheese!" he laughs as they all turn to look, their eyes rapidly blinking from the flash of a camera he was telekinetically manipulating. It zips into his hand and he kicks the table over while standing up, "You know, the Empire hasn't tolerated any Daedric worship ever since the Oblivion Crises... What do you think will happen when I show them each of your faces?"

. . .

The place is silent, the more prominent and cowardly members in attendance quickly pale and begin to sweat at the threat. If their membership in this organisation was made known then not only them, but their families and businesses would be utterly decimated not long after.

"YOU DARE THREATEN THE SERVANTS OF CLAVICUS VILE!?" Clexto roars, more at seeing his congregation cower than anything else.

Michael snickers, "Of course I do! What're you going to do about it!?" he gestures at the robed figure next to Clexto, "And don't think I forgot about you, shorty! I'll pay you back for what you did!" he states to what was obviously Tabitha. They don't so anything in reply of course, the continued subjugation of Clavicus Vile all but removing any ability to control herself.

He looks to the armoured guy next to them, the stench of evil was pretty apparent, and reminded him somewhat of Barbas mixed with the Ebony Blade. "You? I don't know. But you're going to die today either way!"


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