Shea: Gods, where am I?

 

 

Shea: And this place is cold, a shame these...wings and markings don't get hot.

 

 

Shea: And these wings are heavy, I just hope these can disappear.

 

 

Shea: Because wings aren't exactly my thing

 

 

Shea: But I'm alive...

 

 

Shea: ...and away from...Destro.

 

 

Shea: Well this looks like a bedroom.

 

 

Shea: It does have a big bed.

 

 

Shea: And a nice and cosy fireplace.

 

 

Shea: And what's this?

 

 

Note: Welcome to your world again. You're away from your friend Destro, perhaps a little too far, not that you should care. I have a list for you. As each inconvenience is removed I'll lead you to the next. Your first is Count Uhtred. Hjaalmarch. You'll find him. There's also some clothes I deemed suitable. Enjoy your freedom while you can mortal.

 

 

Shea: I suppose it could be worse, I should be glad I'm even out alive.

 

 

A few moments later...

 

Shea: These, suitable?  They look like something a pansy in the College of Winterhold would wear.

 

 

Shea: And it's really fucking cold!

 

 

Shea: Well at least this place has some furs.

 

 

Shea: But there might be something better in here.

 

 

Shea: This is nice, but just screams that I'm a vampire and that I'm here to kill someone.

 

 

Shea: But I like it.

 

 

Shea: But this is...amazing, but a bit of a blast from the past.

 

 

Shea: Yeah I think this is better.

 

 

Shea: Is that my sword? It's been too long.

 

 

A few minutes later...

 

Shea: Okay I could've wore that other robe. It does seem I'm in Winterhold.

 

 

Shea: I'm not used to snow, rain yes. But not snow.

 

 

Shea: And certainly not frozen wastelands.

 

 

Shea: Well I better get moving if I want to be somewhere else soon.

 

 

Shea: So this is Morthal?

 

 

Shea: Doesn't look very interesting, but I suppose that's what would make it such a good hiding spot for a vampire.

 

 

Shea: I suppose I may as well get down there.

 

 

Shea: Okay, I'm never running down rocks again!

 

 

Shea: Well I think the inn will be the best place to get word of any rumours.

 

 

Shea: That looks like the right way.

 

 

Shea: Moorside inn? Could they have picked a better name?

 

 

Shea: Well travellers and locals will be there so I suppose the name shouldn't matter.

 

 

Shea: Well this is quieter than I thought it'd be.

 

 

Shea: Hey, I've heard there's been a vampire problem here.

 

 

Innkeep: Here, yeah a few. The guards do a good enough job though.

 

 

Shea: Well I'm sure they could use some help right?

 

 

Innkeep: They always do fine on their own stranger, now if you aren't stayin' the night or drinkin' could ya leave?

 

 

Shea: Well thanks for the help. I guess.

 

 

Shea: Well that was useless, I suppose I better get on with the search, if I want to be free of this deal anytime soon.

 

 

A few moments later...

 

Shea: Going out into the swamp doesn't seem like the best idea, but I'm a stranger and I doubt the people will help me now.

 

 

Shea: But right now, I have damn near nothing to lose.

 

 

An hour or so later...

 

Shea: I'm starting to see why people hate travelling through these swamps now. They are far from pleasant.

 

 

Shea: It's damp and cold. Water up to your knees. It's supposedly haunted as well.

 

 

Shea: Oh and spiders too, but I have to find this...Uhtred. Was it count, baron or lord. I can't remember.

 

 

Shea: I suppose it doesn't matter while I'm in this decrepit swamp.

 

 

Shea: Now if I was a vampire in hiding, where would I be?

 

 

???: You won't leave this world alive.

 

 

Shea: What?! Who are you?

 

 

???: I am the monument to all of your sins.

 

 

Shea: Show yourself!

 

 

???: Never mortal, for I have no place here. But your sins have built monuments here. Homes even.

 

 

Shea: If you truly are a 'monument to my sins' show me my sins!

 

 

???: {As Destro} You are nothing! I still can't believe I expected so much of you!

 

 

Shea: How do you?!

 

 

???: You know, how. I am a bearer of all this world's sins. Your's wrath.

 

 

Shea: Well, I get why they say this place is haunted now.

 

 

Shea: And here I am, forcing myself through this thick fog, that seems to know everything about me.

 

 

Shea: But I suppose I should count myself lucky, that I'm still alive in this place, and not rotting in a cell.

 

 

Shea: At least this place won't get any darker. Darkness and fog don't work together well.

 

 

Shea: And into the fray I go. And I'll be out just as soon.

 

 

Shea: Damn this fog is thick, almost as thick as troll cu-. Actually with a sentient fog I'm not sure it's a good idea to finish that.

 

 

Shea: Though that was a good time, if not a little painful.

 

 

Shea: I remember it being in the great marsh in High Rock, when I returned, it was an interesting talk, if I remember right.

 

 

Shea: But at least the marshes in High Rock never had knee deep water.

 

 

Shea: But it can't be that far to go, even in water.

 

 

Shea: Even in this god awful place, I don't think I realised how much I hate swamps.

 

 

Shea: Well that looks like a place a vampire would hide.

 

 

Shea: A Nordic burial tomb I think. Well a ruin now.

 

 

Shea: Well this doesn't look good.

 

 

Shea: Blood pouring from a neck bite, a vampire has certainly been on the prowl. And a very hungry vampire, I don't think I've even been this hungry before. Well in Bruma perhaps.

 

 

Shea: And it looks as if...

 

 

Shea: Yeah the vampire killed another vampire, something usually punishable by death, if you follow the code.

 

 

Shea: And feeding off another vampire makes one even thirstier. This could be a dangerous thing to deal with.

 

 

Shea: Well I have a smell now. It isn't pleasant, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

 

 

Shea: And it leads that way, I think. It's been a while since I've had to use my nose to track something.

 

 

Shea: And this will be my first fight for a while as well.

 

Shea: Well I can still smell him at least.

 

 

Shea: And that looks like a shack in the distance. And, with a faint hue of blood.

 

 

Shea: Finally, some respite from the swamp. And my ticket out of here.

 

 

Shea: That stench! That isn't good. I hope I won't have to come back here anytime...soon.

 

 

Shea: Uhtred! I have to say that's a strange name for an elf.

 

 

Uhtred: So he's found someone to end me.

 

 

Uhtred: I suppose I should've expected that you'd be here soon.

 

 

Shea: Good you know why I'm here. That makes things easier.

 

 

Uhtred: Well I doubt you'll beat me, I think only two people could beat me. Lady Shea, who is exiled, or Destro who's so self absorbed in his own castle that he wouldn't serve Molag Bal.

 

 

Uhtred: Aah. I see. Lord Molag has outplayed me again. Well I have no last words, and I doubt you do either. So lets not put this on hold any longer.

 

 

Shea: Fine, quick and unrelenting, just the way I like it.

 

 

Shea: Oh come on, could you have picked something more obvious?

 

 

Uhtred: I could have, but I see you've kept well in exile.

 

 

Shea: I have a name to uphold in two realms, and I'd prefer you were just another name under my belt.

 

 

Shea: Don't leave that line open! That's always what I hated about sabres, they can't block that well.

 

 

Uhtred: Arghh! You, will fail. The daedra won't win!

 

 

Shea: Oh a turncoat, that explains why Molag wants you dead.

 

 

Uhtred: You finally figured out...Took you long enough.

 

 

Shea: Fine, I have something I've wanted to try, I just needed a fool like you to try it on.

 

 

Shea: {Thwack!}

 

 

Uhtred: You think that would do anything? I was tutored by Destro, but you do have a good strike.

 

 

Shea: (I should've known that. But remember, just bring up to parry and then riposte)

 

 

Shea: Aargh! {Clink}

 

 

Uhtred: Wha-?!

 

 

Uhtred: Coward! You know nothing of honour, do you?

 

 

Uhtred: But since you got exiled, I'm not surprised.

 

 

Uhtred: You don't think I'd be that stupid!

 

 

Shea: Woaahh!

 

 

Uhtred: Now that makes things fair again.

 

 

Shea: Fine! We can play like that! 

 

 

Shea: Aarghhh!

 

 

Uhtred: Ahh! {laboured breathing}

 

 

Shea: See you can't even beat me...with your magic!

 

 

Uhtred: Haha! You think that will make a difference?

 

 

Uhtred: You will be a puppet, that's all you will be!

 

 

Uhtred: And that will never change, you will be discarded like what you are. Nothing!

 

 

Shea: Aye, perhaps that's all I will be, but there isn't much in discussing it with you.

 

 

Shea: Goodbye, Uhtred, may you find some respite in Coldharbour.

 

 

Shea: My work here is done.

 

 

Shea: {Whistling} "His Smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you."

 

 

Shea: ''His tongue sharp and silvery as he implores you''

 

 

Shea: "Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you''

''Gold, silver, jewels he lay riches before you''

 

 

Shea: '' Dues need be repaid and he will come for you''

'' All to reclaim, no smile to console you''

 

 

Shea: '' He'll snare you in bonds, eyes glowing afire''

''To gore and torment you until the stars expire''