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Hello audience, this is Damien. Since we took Silvenaar I've been coordinating the movements of the groups via missives. I've actually improved on their original spell a little bit. (Dang High Rock wizards have nothing on me!) I write a message, and a duplicate message appears in the pocket of a person I know with pretty-much unlimited range on the same plane of existence (that much is the same as the original). But! The person can write an up-to 25 word response on the letter and I will see it on my original page, or hear it spoken verbally if I am not still holding it. So I can communicate between distant places now! My apologies if this is not 100% accurate, as it's hard to coordinate in a warzone. As you can see below... Cyrodiil took ArenTHIA on day 1. Skyrim took Woodhearth on day 2. Here's where it gets more complex as people started to mix and match their armies. Falinesti (Mom, Jura, and the High Rock knights with troops from all groups) and Silvenaar (Me, Fenrir, Tusselle, Balfhe, Hrolf and Stormcloaks) were taken simultaneously on day 4. Greenheart was taken by Galmar's group on day 5 acting independently with Valiana. On the night of the same day, Mom's group made their way through the connecting path between Silvenaar, Falinesti and Elden Root and helped defend it against a Thalmor attack with the local forces. The rest of day 5 had armies converging north of Southpoint. Fenrir and my group were camped with a large Imperial force south of the border with Dune, where we got some small reinforcements from Elswyer (they don't have the forces to spare right now). Tusselle, myself, Balfhe, Hrolf and the bulk of the remaining forces not with Galmar headed south from here on day 5. Fenrir stayed to perform minor repairs on the airship. They have actually noticed our giant assault platform and attacked it once or twice. I met up with mom and the HR group north of Southpoint, flying ahead of the army. "Damien!" Mom shouted into the air as I landed, "Your missives are working fine, why'd you come in person?" "I wanted to show you a few things," I said. I waved my arms a bit, "Hmm... I don't think fabricate can do a table. Oh well, an enchanting table will have to do." I casted Fabricate Object and conjured an enchanting table. "Oh hey, that reminds me, I've been meaning to load you guys up on magic and elemental resist enchantments," Mom said. "Wait, I was just conjuring it as a surface to put down a massive stack of tomes," I said. "Hang on," she said, and was already enchanting a new amulet for herself, "Everybody, throw me your capes. And if your weapons aren't enchanted. We can make this quick." I sighed, "Okay." She got Roheisa's white scarf, Galahad's blue cape, my and Runa's black ones and Jura's brown one and threw on magic and elemental resistances, with Cushioned for Jura, since he had those neat rings. When she was done, she tossed them around. She handed Roheisa her scythe, "Roheisa's Reaper, I renamed it." "The Heart of Valor," she handed Galahad's sword back to him with much-improved enchantments. "Oop," Mom said as the table vanished. I sighed and casted it again, "Anyway." I plopped down a big stack of tomes. "What are these?" Mom asked. "These are for us. I went back to the Mages' Guild in Woodhearth and ransacked the place. Apparently, Woodhearth is (was) one of the Thalmor training camps which is why it was one of the most heavily guarded cities here, rife with Thalmor. I found a treasure trove of high-level spells that we don't have access to in Skyrim or Cyrodiil." "Oooh, do they have that Tornado spell?" Mom asked excitedly. I picked up a tome marked, 'Twister.' Mom beamed a cartoonish smile. "You and I can march through these and teach each other so this can go quicker," I said. Mom looked at the assembled parties, "You guys okay going on ahead to Southpoint? We might need this extra firepower for Haven." Jura shrugged, "The army should be coming up on Southpoint soon." "Tusselle and the other Imperial forces are about to arrive as well," I said. The rest of them scampered off to their next battle while mom and I hit the books. "Hmm... Bolide. Sounds like a meteor spell. Not particularly high level though," Mom looked between them, "Forbidden Sun. Well that sounds cool. I'm doing this one first." "I'll do Twister," I said. After a bit we both made our first try - they worked out, we were both masters of destruction. "Whoa! That is just a massive fireball and explosion!" Mom shouted, "Says it reduces fire resist too, so I could pair it with something else with less of a huge casting time." I threw down a Twister, and we had to wait several minutes for it to go away. Then we proceeded to learn Flamestrike, which was a wall of fireblasts in a line, Howling Blast, which was like a weaker Black Winter that you can walk while channeling, and Bolide, basically a stronger fireball that picks up strength the further away you cast it. She turned to me and grinned. I knew what she was thinking. "Let's fly," I smiled back. We took to the air and flew over the gates of Southpoint. The combined forces between Mom's group, Galmar's group, and Tusselle's group were decimating the scant Thalmor here, but there were a few holdouts near the docks. First thing I did, noting the Thalmor flags on the ships, was cast a neat Bolide on each of the ships, causing them to catch fire. Mom flew inland a bit and dealt with a few of the Thalmor mages, but for the most part when we got there, the battle was over. By the time I was over there, the command groups of all three forces were assembled and Mom was casting seldom-used water spells to put out the fires on the buildings. "Mom! I'll take care of that so you can address the group," I shouted up. "Where's Runa?" Mom asked, seeing the assembled parties. "She went into the cathedral," somebody replied. She said, "How about it, want to have our meeting inside?" She flew off towards the building, assuming everyone would just agree with her. I landed to walk with the earthbound people, since the fires seemed to be under control by the locals now. "Hey Calleius, how the heck have you been?" Jura slapped his old friend on the back. "Sir. Been working with Tusselle. Mostly commanding the Cyrodiil side of the army while the more important folk go and do hero stuff," he smirked. Jura smiled, "You are important and don't let anybody tell you different. And a Legate should be commanding a Legion. These days we don't have enough Legions to go around for anything less than a General to command them, but back when they had seventeen, that's how it was." "Hey kid, how's it like working with a bunch of living legends?" Tusselle asked Roheisa. Ro blinked and said, "I find that the Queen, Emperor and Princess are all very down to earth an easy to work with." "You and I should get together later. I'd like to hear all about High Rock," Tusselle nudged her, knocking her off balance. "Well...okay," Roheisa replied meekly. I got on the other side of Tusselle. I smiled at her in the most diplomatic way I could, "You know, not everybody knows how to deal with your personality." "Deal with?" Tusselle replied, a little taken aback. "You're forceful. I like it, but you're steamrolling the girl," I said back. "Girl? Sir, I believe I am older than you," Roheisa said, her voice still soft as ever. "Possible. I'm only twenty," I replied. "I'm twenty-two," Roheisa said. "You're... twenty?" Tusselle asked, like she'd seen a ghost, "So your younger brother is...?" "Nineteen," I replied. She didn't say anything else, but the look on her face made it seem like she was internally screaming in horror, 'I banged a nineteen year old!!!' "How old are you, ma'am?" Roheisa asked. Was she oblivious to the subtext of this conversation? I wasn't sure. Tusselle regained some composure, "That's... not a question you normally ask a lady, but I think I've taken a liking to you, little flower. I'm twenty five. I have been for the past seven years." I chuckled at her joke, "Age is an illusion, anyway. My mom's only like ten years older than me. I'm the same age as Runa (which is easy, she's adopted). Runa's birth mom - Valiana - is in her early forties. And Fenrir and her are 'involved' to some degree. I imagine it'll just get weirder from here." Tusselle, the strong-willed cool girl, for once, took a pause, being speechless for a moment while we walked through town. Then she said, "I don't even know what to say to that." Mom, knowing what she was doing, entered the Cathedral about five minutes ahead of everybody else. Hearing the sound of crying, she floated over. She set down next to Runa with a light touch and said, "What's going on with you lately? I know you. I know something's wrong." Runa sighed, "I don't think I want to talk about it yet." "Please. You know that if anybody can help, it'd be me," Mom said. She sighed again, "Okay. So the gods blessed me with a penis to impregnate Rigmor. And I did. I think you at least partially knew that." "Figured it was something to that effect, since you can't father a child without some form of..." Mom scratched her chin, "Anyway, not important. What's the problem?" "It seems the gods forgot to take it away when that happened. And it's not just that I miss my vagina, I do, but...." "But?" "I'm also pregnant." "What the fu..." Mom exclaimed, "The gods must've really checked out on this one. You're saying they forgot to take away your penis... AND your female sex organs too??" "Yeah, and I don't know how I will be able to pass this thing with no vagina," Runa replied. "Well, there are a couple options," Mom scratched her chin again, "I think you know the first one. It's available through certain alchemical compounds." "I don't know that I want to get rid of it just to save my own life, but what other choice do I have?" "There's cesarean. But, that technique is difficult and deadly to the mother," Mom smoothed over her dirty hair, "To be honest though, it might be possible. You know some of the best restoration mages around. In the mean time, we can look for better, magical solutions. Also, why the hell would you come to a warzone like that?" Runa's brows furrowed, "You did it. With Fenrir." Mom blinked, "How did you..." "Dad told me," Runa said, "Sanguine. That dad. I have a few dads, I guess. The rapey one, the demon one (who is actually a better person) and the Stormcloak one, though I don't think he sees me that way, really." "I guess I'm caught," Mom shrugged, "Speaking of which, who is the dad?" "Either Calleius or Aventus," Runa replied. "Well, congratulations," Mom said, "We're going to have to tell Damien, and Jura, possibly Galahad to start. Try and get some kernel of knowledge that'd let us pull it off. They're all masters of restoration, as am I." "Don't worry about it, I already know," I said, appearing from invisibility. "You asshole," Runa barked, throwing a random plate at my face. It smashed against my forehead. "Ow!" "I thought you'd catch it!" Runa smiled, still yelling. "I'm a mage! I don't have razor-sharp reflexes like you guys," I yelled back, healing myself. "Alright, alright," Mom said, "Runa, don't hit your brother. We can discuss this after we make our plans for Haven." Everyone was getting in about that time and we stood in the empty sanctuary. Full house: Runa, Jura, Galahad, Roheisa, myself (Damien), mom (Destana), Balfhe, Hrolf, General Quintus, General Sialius and General Tusselle. "Anybody know where the other command members are?" Mom asked. "Fenrir and Valiana are up north," I replied, "I think Dad (Ulfric) and Galmar are organizing the Bosmer, Stormcloaks, High Rock(ies?) and Imperials into one single force." "I believe Lord Malakai had to return to High Rock, due to the ailing king," Galahad replied. "Of course he did," Runa muttered, rolling her eyes. "Eh, good enough," Mom said, "Anybody got a plan?" Jura folded his arms, "Our force is way larger and more prepared than theirs, but we should be prepared for surprises. The Thalmor tend to have tricks up their sleeves." Quintus shrugged, "I say we approach from the bridge and the front at the same time." "Before we bring the army in, I have an idea," Mom said. We utilized our various ships to ferry the army north of Haven up the straight near Moonmont. It took a few hours to get there. In that time, mom made sure everybody got the plan. "I was hoping to have Fenrir and the airship here for the final fight, but we should strike while the iron is hot," Ulfric said. Mom spoke, "Hold back the army." She strode forward, confidently, not making any pretense at stealth. "Thalmor! Come out of Haven! Stop using the Bosmer's buildings as shields! You've lost Valenwood!" She yelled. Seconds later a dozen fireballs flew towards her, "Oh shit!" She dodged, then shouted, "WULD - NAH KEST!" Taking herself to the fields beyond. Some of the more curious (or dumb) Thalmor charged out to follow, even at the strict commands against doing so of their leaders. You may be asking how I could see all this through the dense foliage and buildings in the way. Well, that was about the time I revealed myself from invisibility, floating 50 feet up. What revealed me was my finishing my cast of Tornado on the Thalmor stragglers. They were sucked up and flew to the far corners of the city. Then, a second Tornado in the middle of Haven. And a third. Finally I was out of magicka and the remaining Thalmor were shooting fireballs at me. Tusselle finished a spellcast from the bridge behind the city. "Damien said you're a caster, right? And tough?" Mom had asked her. "Nobody tougher," Tusselle grinned. "I know a secret Forsworn spell that makes you sprint at about 5x normal speed." Tusselle casted Celerity and like lightning sprinted into the Thalmor ranks, punching, kicking, harrying them and generally being an annoying (albeit deadly) distraction. About this time the tornados were fading, Runa led a group of Stormcloaks up from the hills. The Thalmor were so confused by Tusselle, they paid no attention to half our army storming them. But it got better. Tusselle stopped running, standing within their ranks and merely dodging the magic blasts as the Thalmor frantically tried to kill her. Mom joined me in the air, "Working?" "Like a charm," I replied. "Teleport or fire?" She asked, based on my assessment of the situation. "You fire, me teleport," I replied. Mom grinned, "Sounds stellar!" We charged up our spells at the same time. Found Tusselle's position and targeted her with Forbidden Sun, then multiple Bolides. Tusselle casted Celerity again and got the heck out of the way, then returned when the flames died down. "Ready?" I asked, still holding my spell. "Let her rip!" She said. I blasted the maelstrom of confusion surrounding Tuss, and then double handed, cast Cyclonic Rift near the army. Runa charged up to the rift by Tusselle, throwing down heals and chugging mana potions for the army as they poured through in huge waves. When Runa got paralyzed, I got her out of there and rained destruction from the air. They were many and powerful, but our tactics won out. Tusselle was the first to push into the central manor the Thalmor guarded, fists blazing with flame. "What is the meaning~" The clerk at the desk started, but she threw her fist out and caved in his skull, sending him sitting back in his chair. "You're amazing!" Roheisa said as she passed by with Mom and Runa. But to where ~ the doors in the room were just cabinets. We walked back outside and found the Thalmor General - Lilia, dead in the street. The Khajiit randos who'd come to our aid and the Bosmer were celebrating with the Stormcloaks and Imperials. When Tusselle rejoined the strike command group, Jura, Runa, myself, and Roheisa were looking through the good inside. "I walked around for a while. Is this it? Seems pretty anticlimactic," Tusselle said. "You're right," Jura said, "But I'm not complaining." Tusselle raised her eyebrow at Jura, "Your majesty, what are you doing?" "Victory dance, what's it look like?" Roheisa smiled, "That looks lovely, I think I will join in." Roheisa started dancing too. She shook her head, "Could you stop?" Runa and I were giggling covertly. "Don't like that one?" Jura asked, "Then he said, how about this one?" He switched dances. The door creaked open, "Hey, what's going on in here?" "Oh hey dance party! That looks like fun!" It was mom, and she started dancing immediately as she walked in the door. "Gods, not you too," Tusselle said. "Time to heal. Also, party time," Mom said, continuing to dance. "Loosen up, Tuss," I patted her on the shoulder, "We won." "We could stand a few days of rest," Jura added, "Our soldiers are probably wiped." "You're sure this is alright?" Tusselle asked. "Galahad is healing the fallen. We can help. But after that, it's definitely time to party!" Runa cheered. "Well..." Tusselle smiled, "Fuck it I guess." Then she busted out dance moves that showed off her acrobatic skills. That night seemed like a flash of time. Pretty soon Fenrir and Valiana were showing up in the early hours of the morning to help, only to find we'd already taken Haven. The infectious dance party moved up to the airship. -------------------------------------------------------- Hey, Tusselle here. I wanted to write something down about this weird family. Also, Damien and Runa went to sleep, having put in a lot of the legwork in the battle (besides me), but I was too curious to sleep. I was watching from the stairs, unsure of what to do about this. Ulfric, who'd gone to sleep early, walked into the main common area of the airship rubbing his eyes, only to find everyone, even Jura and the Cyrodillic generals, dancing. "What is going on here?" He asked. "Dance party you old fart," Destana replied, "Come dance with me." "Hmm... I dunno," Ulfric considered. "You know you want to," Destana said, putting emphasis on each word. Calleius took a break from dancing in full armor to stand by Hrolf, who was doing something at the alchemy station, "Bro, aren't you going to~" "No, I will stick with my commitments even to the end," he replied. About this time Destana started repeating, "Come dance with me. Come dance with me. Come dance with me. Come dance with me." To the High King. Until he finally said, "Well, alright. But don't laugh. I suck at dancing." After a few minutes of watching, Destana yelled at me, "C'mon Tusselle! Dance more!" I walked through the crowd awkwardly and stood opposite her. This was... a new experience for me. I mean I was a good dancer, but royalty acting like this. Skyrim royalty was something else, and I guess, by extension, the new Emperor, since he seemed to be family with them. I figured I might take some leave and go there, see why these people are so weird and cool. "You know I think your other kids went to bed," I commented. "Yeah, I'm a cheater. I don't need to sleep. These other guys are gonna be feeling it soon. Almost dawn!" Destana kept a beat, stopping her own dance and watching me. Then we danced together.

"You're Fenrir's friend, right?" Ulfric asked, "I heard what the old Stormcloaks put you through and I want you to know I've been doing everything in my power to stamp out that behavior." "Well thanks. Name's Valiana Direnni by the way," I said back. "I appreciate everything you've done for Skyrim recently," Ulfric continued, "I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to do a mission for me. You can say no, I'm not your king. Consider it a favor. It'd mean a lot." "What do you need?" I asked. "Galmar ran off during our first battle here. I'm not sure where his head's at, but we need him and the men he took with him back here so we can coordinate our efforts." "Sure, I can do that. I'll find out what he's doing and drag him back here if I have to," I said. Ulfric laughed, "Just don't kick his ass too bad, alright?" It'd been a while since I went solo, and I crossed the country on my own. About halfway south I found a strange pod of a house all by itself and decided I would investigate. Inside was a red-haired, red eyed Bosmer woman. She smiled at me, "Hello. It's quite beautiful here isn't it?" I shrugged. She was very inviting, "Yeah I like it." "I'm from all the way to the south, but I had to move because of the Thalmor. Where I come from the trees grow tall and wide and each one has a spirit of their own. Here, closer to the Cyrodiil border, the trees are all stunted and seem to have no souls at all. The autumn colors are the same though. How about you, traveler? Where are you from?" I replied, "I'm from Bravil, in Cyrodiil. Though I've been living in Skyrim lately." She smiled back, "Do you know Skyrim very well?" "I lived there a while back. Mostly as a sailor," I explained. "Is that so? I don't suppose you're in need of a traveling companion are you? I'm a very good archer so I could watch your back. What do you say?" The woman asked. "Sounds great I'm tracking a man to the south," I replied, not going to argue with a traveling companion. "Excellent I'm looking forward to it. I can also help you with the tracking," she said. We took off, and only about an hour later we found some strange poison-shooting octopus-looking things. The girl sniped them, taking out all three before I could even get over to them. "You weren't lyin'. You're really good with that thing," I commented. "My name is Auri by the way it's nice to meet you," she said. "Oh, sorry. I'm not great with pleasantries. Or really people in general, I guess. Valiana DIrenni," I said. I feel like out of the corner of my eye I saw her extend her hand, but I was already walking away. She sighed audibly, but I paid it no heed. After several hours of travel we were finally in sight of Greenheart, where everybody thought Galmar'd been heading. (Gods, are there no horses in this dang country?) And it was under attack by Thalmor! I rushed in and Galmar blew past me, brandishing his warhammer. "Galmar, what's going on?" I yelled. "We're taking Greenheart, what's it look like?" He waded into the fray. "Alright, guess I'm in," I shrugged. The fight took a little while, and one of the Bosmer turncoats even tried to get the drop on me and put me in a sleeper hold to take me out of the fight, but he got hit with an arrow or something and ran off. I found him later and slashed him up good. With only a few Thalmor left, I found Galmar, battle-weary, and slapped him on the back, "Let's finish this!" "Hell yeah, sister!" He yelled, and we took out the last couple, bisecting the final one together. When we were through mopping up, we gathered on a dais. "So what are you doing down here besides taking Greenheart? I mean why go off alone?" I asked him. "I'm hardly alone with the men," Galmar replied. "You know what I mean." "Damn it, woman I'm trying to find someone!" He growled. "Alright, who are you trying to find?" I pried. "Arrggh, fine. It was maybe 40 years ago during the great war. There was a Bosmer that said she lived in southern Valenwood. I figured I'd look while we took Greenheart. Are you happy now?" He explained, angrily. I said back, "I was trying to help you, you blow hard. One question: was her name Auri?" And the slight Bosmer woman stepped out from behind a tree I knew she'd been hiding behind. Galmar's eyes lit up in surprise, "By the gods! It's you, after all these years! You haven't aged a day!" "Bosmer don't age like we do," I said. "I know you," she said, "You were that silly soldier boy who always followed around Ulfric." He smirked, "Still fighting the Thalmor at home I see." "I hate the Thalmor as much as anyone, if not more!" Auri replied. "I'm glad. A lot of Bosmer are working with them. You know, It's not going to be safe in Valenwood for a while," Galmar said. "Ever thought about visiting Skyrim?" I asked. Auri smirked a little, "Skyrim's cities are nice and all but do they walk? "Uh... I can't say they do. You could join the storm cloaks in our invasion of Alinor," Galmar suggested. "The Stormcloaks, really?" Auri said, "Do you really subscribe to the whole Skyrim for the Nords thing?" "No we're not like that anymore. Oh damn it, Valiana, help me out here," Galmar said, flustered. "What better way to stop them for good than help us out? We're not going to take over Valenwood and please consider visiting the sad old man when we're done," I suggested. "Okay," Auri said, without hesitation. Galmar burst out in laughter, "You were messing with me, weren't you?" "Yes, yes, I was," Auri smiled. We were joined by some of Auri's people taking back a minor village. We were attacked by Falmer, which was a new low for the Thalmor. Were they using them? Were they studying them? Maybe they wanted to do something similar to the other races. We had a couple minor skirmishes, but I was thinking on what to do while I let Galmar lead our direction. Eventually, I figured I'd let them go off to Southpoint and I'd return to the north and let Ulfric know. The main force was most likely going to approach that area soon and we could join up anyway. Auri and I camped at an old Ayleid site. And I got a good dip in the sea (to clean the blood off me) before she woke up. So on the morning of the 26th, I parted ways with Auri and continued north to find the Skyrim group (the one with Ulfric anyway), and I happened upon an old orc stronghold. The orcs there welcomed me in and gave me a hearty breakfast after I proved my strength to them. I happened upon another orc stronghold a few hours later, and figured it would be the same. It had started pouring in the meantime and I was wanting to take a break and go inside a building to wait it out. Unfortunately, as I approached, the orcs all drew weapons and charged. I drew my spear and said, "So much for stealth." They approached me en-masse, and I cleaved through the first, the second (with two swings), the other three getting good shots on me while I did. I blocked a shot from the third one, knocking him off his feet then stabbing him through the chest. The fifth got a good hit with a greatsword, but his next attack I was able to parry, leaving him wide open and cleaving through his skull. I was bleeding pretty bad, but I'd won. I walked to the back to find a place to rest for a minute (since all the doors seemed locked and I am not great with a lockpick). There was a small tower erected behind the back fence, and more orcs there. I hopped the fence, taking the one next to me unawares and killed him outright. I looked down the hill and found the last two orcs (I presumed) standing over the dead body of a female orc. I growled and rushed in to finish the job here. These guys were bandits or brigands or some such. I engaged the one who was holding sword and shield, and the other slunk around and tried to flank me. I took a few swings, but the shield guy kept playing turtle, rebuffing my attacks, giving me slight cuts. With the one behind me now, my vision started to go blurry. Should've drank a potion while I had the chance.... I turned to face the sneak attacker. The shield one behind me now grabbed my spear and the one in front of me grabbed by throat, pushing me onto the ground with his weight. My spear was thrown up the hill, where it stuck in the dirt. With the bloodloss and my host of flesh wounds, I fell unconscious. "Dude! I think we killed her!" The orc on top of me said. The other one said, "Did she kill the whole camp!?" "Well, not the hunting party, which should be getting back soon," the first one said. I woke up several minutes later to a big green dick being shovved into my ass. The sneak attacker had pulled my underwear away and was thrusting into me. "Fuck! Fuck!" I shouted, "Get off me!" "This is my prize!" He said, finishing after another moment. The other one (shield guy), who'd been masturbating while he watched, just kinda finished on the ground. He shrugged at his friend, "Knock her out so the others can have their turn when they get back." Then he slipped in the wet grass. The sneak attack guy rolled his eyes. He forcefully ripped off the blue cloth on my boobs, then he whacked me in the back of the head with the pommel of his sword, and it went dark. The hunting party got back shortly, and I was awoken with the same treatment as before - right in the ass. The others watched. As much as I kicked and screamed and bit, hit and fought them, there were 10 orcs now, and I didn't have any weapons. They were probably as strong as me, I'd just had the advantage of superior equipment. So they continued like that, one at a time, through the night. At some point during a break I managed to find my spear laying in the dirt just inside the fence, but I was caught immediately and they immediately took it out on me. When they were done with me for the night, someone clobbered me over the head and dragged me into their gazebo while they slept inside the buildings. The guy saddled with the night watch also kept an eye on me. After a few hours of being unconscious, I was woken by a voice this time, "Wake up, princess. We're ready to play some more." "Fuck off ass~" I started to protest, but a dick was shoved into my mouth, and another violated me from behind. They then proceeded to have their way with me at the same time. They left me alone for a while this time. I managed to pickpocket a dagger off the gazebo guard, and tried to stab him in the back, but I was no good at daggers and he disarmed me immediately, and had his way with me. This time I was playing a longer game though. He had several weapons in his pack and I took the Greataxe. I limped away, pretending to be defeated. Then I approached the fence guard as stealthily as I could (made easier because I was completely naked). I waited until the gazebo guy wasn't paying attention and cleaved this guy through the back. I stripped off his armor (iron, better than nothing) and grabbed his Steel Composite Axe, which was better than the axe I had. The armor didn't seem to fit me like it did him. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," I said to myself. This time I snuck up on one of the other guards. He saw me immediately and blocked all my blows with his battle staff. "Your hits are like bug bites. Have we weakened you this much?" I slashed at him furiously, but he talked at me while he blocked, "Honestly, you're just a pest. You belong to us now. You're worthless without your spear. Infact, I think it's my turn again." And he took his turn. He didn't take my weapons though. I walked off, trying to find another way to do this, but all the orcs were watching me and I couldn't make any progress. I waited a while, sitting on the grass, and it stopped raining. The hunting party returned for the day again and the leader said, "Oh look, she found some armor. That's cute. Let's get this off." They stripped off the iron armor I had (there were four in this group), including the staff guy. He said, "I think I wanna have some more fun. You in, new girl?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled, "Oh that was a joke. You don't have a choice." They each took a turn, then clobbered me over the head again. I came to, probably an hour later. This time I was completely unguarded. Maybe the battle staff guy had been boasting that I was weak as a kitten now? I dunno. I walked over to where I'd found the spear before, and I spotted it perched on the crude tower. There was no fence guard this time, thank the gods. I crept over and found it on the tower, and below it was my boob cloth. Maybe since they'd removed both at once? Either way, I had a foothold. Nobody had seen me. I looked over my shoulder. I could easily escape with what I had now. Just walk away. I could feel my hands clenching down on the spear. No, I was not going to run. "HEY! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! BETTER COME GET ME! THIS TIME EITHER YOU'LL BE DEAD OR I WILL!" All eyes were on me. I would be stubborn to the end. I dropped to the base of the tower to face the orc there. I blocked his attack, right chop, left chop and he dropped. I was raging at this point, but I still had some cognizance. I knelt and picked up the potions on his body. Not going to make the same mistake twice. Two more were charging down the fence-line and I bisected the first, slashing the second across the face and giving him a nasty gash. He roared, the skin on his face flayed off, but he didn't care. I roared back, stabbing him through the chest. Another ran up to me with sword and shield, cutting me in my left arm. I took a big swing and he ducked under it. Finding my fury once he stood, I let out a barrage of spear swipes so fast not even I could see my arms and chunked him into a fine paste, his blood spraying over my nearly-naked body. The orcs behind the fence had been staring at the fight, planning their approach, and now gaped at my absolute rage. As I walked up onto the rocks, one of them said to the other, "I think this classifies as an honorable death with entry into the Ashen Forge. She's killed at least ten of our guys over the past couple days." "Fourteen!" I shouted as I ran for them. One of the braver ones ran ahead of the group. I slashed over his shield, cutting him in the arm, then again from the left. When he returned my attacks, I was out of his reach, like a wild bull they'd pushed too far. He banged on his shield to try and spur me on, and I stamped the ground, taking another strong swing from the right and broke his shield into splinters, then came down on his head with the next stroke. I ransacked the bodies at my feet and drank a strong heath potion as the rest of the orcs mustered their courage. Two more ran at me, the lead one shouting, "Killing you will make for an excellent story!" I slashed across both their bodies, trapping them against a hut, then backed out of their reach. A third joined them, trying to gang up on me again, trying to trap me between their weapons. But I would play it smart. I sprinted away and downed another potion, pain purely an annoyance. One with the battle staff reached me first and locked me in the chin, but I traded him a blow to his shoulder. His leader tried to get a free shot on me but I surprised him by slashing him in his chest with my eyes still closed and knocking him off his feet. The battle staff guy tried to get at me while I was off balance, but I spun and slashed him across the side. "Mercy!" The leader shouted. As I slashed the staff man, then cleaved through the leader's skull I shouted back, "NO MERCY!" I downed another health potion and a stamina potion. Having almost no armor and fighting a lot of guys really sucks. The last one I'd seen approached me with a maul in his hands. "You're brave or stupid!" I said. He took a foolhardy swing (maybe one of the newbies?) and I wrapped my arms around his neck like the orcs had done to me earlier. But I gripped my spear behind his head. I tipped his helm off his head and smashed the crown of my head into his forehead, staggering him, then brought the spear through his neck. Some would call it a decapitation, but there wasn't much of a head to speak of when I was done (and my face was covered in blood and brain-matter). I gripped the spear in my hands, and could feel all was quiet in the fort. But I was trembling, my heart racing. Looking at the pile of half a dozen bodies, I clenched my teeth. I grabbed the spear again and chopped them into little pieces. When I finally got the chance to take a breath again, I noticed I'd been shouting while I did so. I took a deep breath. The ability to calm onesself is an ability honed through years of practice, but everybody has their limits. I hopped the fence and ransacked everything of worth, and set the place on fire. Then I ran. About a mile down the road I realized I was still barefoot, but I was also coming up on a stream. I stripped off my scant clothes and washed thoroughly. I looked over to the pile of treasure I'd gotten from them, then felt raindrops falling on my hands. I looked up at the sky. But no, it was a clear day for once. I looked at my hands, which were wet, even though I'd dried off on my boob cover already (gonna have to chuck it, or use it as a bra). "Where is..." I stopped. My face was wet as heck, somehow. I felt myself for blood, then I looked at myself in the stream. "Am I... crying?" I asked aloud, then I blinked. It was like a wave, feeling the full brunt of emotions I'd been pushing down since this awful experience started. I felt it carry me away, causing me to sob and carry on like a little girl. After about thirty seconds of this, I punched myself in the gut. Then I slapped myself in the face. "There's no time for this shit," I said to myself, "Straighten up." I stood up, taking stock of all equipment. I chucked all the crap that wasn't worth much, and put on the really high quality stuff, mixing it with the useable pieces of my old armor. I looked at myself in the stream again. "Damn, nice shoulders," I said. I took off at a run, fairly certain there was a group headed for the Elswyer border I could meet up with. I found a small Thalmor patrol party, and we saw each other at the same time. There were four of them. "Human, surrender your goods and you can go free," one of them said. "You... don't want to mess with me right now. I'm not having the best day," I said. "You, think you can defeat all of us? Laughable," the mage in front said. In one motion, I charged forward, drew my spear and cut the mage from top to bottom, killing him. The justiciar in the group blasted me with an ice blast as I ran for him, but I took it straight to the chest and ran out the back end of the exploding shards. I spun and cut him across his body three times before he got a second spell off. The two Bosmer with them were all that remained, and I was in no mood for mercy. I slashed right through the first one, killing him, and gave the second a hefty wound in his side with the same stroke. "Don't you see?" The Bosmer shouted, "Elven supremacy is~" But I chopped down at his back, cutting a path through his entire bottom half. "Say what? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your innards," I said. Then I laughed out loud, which seemed like the first time in ages. I continued on, making sure to loot them for potions, fighting another larger Thalmor group on my way north until I reached a bridge. As I crossed it, I spied the airship in the distance, hanging over a small Khajiit village on the border. "Nice! He's here! Thank the gods!" I shouted to myself. Pausing for a second, I looked down at the stream the bridge was over. A half-pained smile escaped my lips, and I reached up to my head, washing out the blood and gore from my hair, letting it completely down for once. Then I continued up to the village. I looked around for a few minutes and finally found him. Fenrir smiled big when he saw me, "Valiana! Nice new armor! And you pulled out your braids. You look great, but where did you come from?" I could feel that wave again, and I grabbed him around the waist, pulling him to me. "Please, just shut up. I need a hug," I said, resting my head against his cheek. "Well, um.... okay. Anytime. Are you okay?" He asked. "Don't worry about it. Come to the airship with me," I said. "I missed you, you know," Fenrir said. "Yeah, I know. Come on," I said back. As we walked out it was starting to get dark again and Masser was bright and red in the sky. "Whoa! Look at that night sky!" Fenrir said. "Yeah, beautiful," I said. "Just like you," Fenrir said. "Oh shut up you cornball. Let's go up," I said. When we got to the deck, we took another moment to stare at the sky. I turned him away from me, pointing him towards a nice looking constellation. I said, "You know, I've been thinking..." "What about?" "I've only got one life to live," I said. "Meaning?" Fenrir asked. "We could die at any time. Might as well enjoy ourselves," I said. "You mean...?" "Well, what do you think?" I asked. Confused, he turned to look at me for clarification, and I'd already removed my armor. "Oh wow, you can take that armor off fast!" Fenrir exclaimed. And I can definitively say, that was the first time I'd ever done something I would call 'making love.' I think I understand what all those songs are about now. Hours later, Fenrir and I were sitting on the deck, tired, and he said, "Getting late." "Wanna sleep out here?" I asked. "Sure, you might wanna clean up first," he said. I looked down at my chest, which'd had an epic hosing off by him. Sorry to ruin the mood, but I'm a crass girl. I laughed, "You shouldn't worry about me. I can take care of myself." "Oh believe me, I don't," he replied, laying down on the wood of the deck. "Well, good. I've been kicking ass since before you were born," I said. "Took Sylvanaar and Falanesti by the way," Fenrir said. "I took Greenheart with Galmar. He's on his way to Southpoint right now," I replied. "Kicking ass as always. My dad will want to hear it," he said. "We can tell him in the morning. For now I'm enjoying being with you," I said. "Oh, really?" Fenrir asked, as if he was surprised. Honestly, little boys and their games. "Yeah, wanna fight about it?" I asked. He laughed out loud, like he was taken by surprise. I didn't know why he was acting. He knew how I felt about him. I didn't need to say it. Pretty fuckin' obvious if you ask me. He brought up some bedrolls and we slept under the stars. Two days... it was the 27th now, and I felt like I'd been through an odyssey. Big Spoiler: Two videos ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey, Destana again. So far we have Sylvanaar, Falinesti, Arenthia and Woodhearth. Last time I got lost on a connecting path between several of the main cities and wound up in a central hub. As I walked around, nobody was openly hostile, but I got the feeling that they were giving me the cold shoulder. I didn't take offense, they were noncombatants and we were the invaders stirring up trouble. I assume there was a comfort in the status quo of the Thalmor being in charge that we were wrecking. But my first question was where the heck was I? High in the air over central Valenwood, I looked over the edge to a dizzying height. I walked up one of the huge tree branches (because, why not) and found the tree branch faded away as I got higher. I just flew back to the main area. Eventually I happened upon a blue spire of energy that when I got close teleported me into a building, much to my surprise. I continued to explore. It was a massive great hall, this time with guards and more bystanders. Similar to the others, they paid me little attention. After a while I crossed a hallway into a high-vaulted Bosmer version of a mead hall, with great doors at the other end. The guards seemed to pay attention to my motions, but they didn't stop me from entering. Another long hall, with a large set of stairs, several guards, and a throne. I approached. A Bosmer in a silvery tunic stood at my approach. "Greetings," he bowed to me (only slightly) and said, "I am King Silverhand." "King SIlverhand. I'm Queen Destana of Skyrim," I replied, bowing. "Of course. I know who you are. Pleased to meet you," the King replied, "I would thank you for your efforts in flushing that high elf queen out, but there's still more work to be done." "I agree. I'm going to go get Emperor Jura so we can speak officially," I replied. He nodded in acquiescence. It took a little while to find my way back, but I brought the whole group. They waited outside while Jura and I entered. Jura bowed, "Greetings, King Silverhand. Please excuse the lateness of this meeting, but you know how urgent matters are." Silverhand smiled, "Finally an emperor of Cyrodiil with some manners. I figured you'd walk in here like you own the place, just like the rest." Jura replied, "Of course not. We're guests here and we intend to uninvite your other guests. Forcibly, if needed." "So I take it you don't wish to play the conquering hero. The next Tiber Septim?" Silverhand folded his arms, studying us. "We have no intention of staying beyond our welcome," Jura replied. I added, "Our vendetta is against the Thalmor. When we're done here you have our word we'll leave." The King turned his head, his guard whispering in his ear. "My guard has just informed me the Thalmor are attacking Elden Root. I think they wish to raze it to the ground to punish us for not aiding them. If you go now the door in the great hall will lead you there take some of my warriors and muster the best you have." I glanced at Jura, "Shit, we don't have half our group and the army will probably take forever to get through these doors. We don't have time." Silverhand continued, "If you want to be of help, time is of the essence." Jura put his hand on my shoulder, "Destana, let's go. We can handle this." I sighed, shaking my head, "Alright, if you say so." I walked out the doors, finding Galahad, Roheisa and Runa waiting for the outcome. "What'd he say?" Runa asked. "Seemed generally amicable," I replied, "But the Thalmor are attacking Elden Root. They're going to topple it to keep it from us, I guess. We have one chance to stop them" "I don't like the sound of this," Runa said. "You guys ready for a surprise midnight battle? I asked. "Sounds dangerous," Roheisa commented. "Girls, let's encourage rather than discourage lead the way your majesty," Galahad nodded. "Thanks," I smiled, then ran off, leading the way. While they tightened their armor, I readied a Rally spell and hit them with it, "For courage." Jura emerged a minute later with a cadre of Bosmer archers, ready to support us. I threw another Rally on them. "Everybody ready for this?" Jura popped his neck, mustered my battle-weary bones. "It's a good day to die," Runa smirked. "Runa, don't say that. We're going to survive," Roheisa replied. "It's a joke. Don't be a stick in the mud," Runa said, then the slapped her on the butt, "Loosen up." "Good luck out there," I said, crouching and throwing open the doors. As we walked out into the warzone of a town, local Bosmer soldiers were already engaged with the Thalmor. There were whirlwinds throwing Thalmor, Frost Atronachs doing battle, arrows blanketing the sky. We were peppered with ice blasts and I stayed in the back and healed. It wasn't long before we got separated, but I used the night to benefit me, hiding in the shadows and alternating between arrows and blasts to take out unsuspecting Thalmor. Off to the side I got into a long spell-duel with a few Thalmor mages. They blocked my shots with wards, while I dodged their shots with my quickness. Their ranks thinned out and I was left alone. I sheathed my weapons and started to look around. I started to get worried. "Runa!" I ran around a while, trying to find anyone, "Runa! Where are you?!" She put her hand on my shoulder and I jumped, "Talos bones! I was worried about you." "You okay?" I asked, hugging her. "Yeah. I'm alright. Roheisa got flung by a tornado and knocked out, but Galachad is healing her," she replied. I gave her a chuckle, "Gods, you call him Galachad too?" "Isn't that his name?" Runa asked. And for a second I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. But she smiled, then I smiled. We met eyes, and I think she knew what I knew about the two of them. "How do you do that?" She asked. "What?" "Read people," Runa replied. "Lots of practice getting into people's pants," I reached up and patted her on the head (her being taller than me). Galahad emerged from the darkness of the village, helping a limping Roheisa, "No time to joke around guys, there are more Thalmor at the gates." "But where's Jura?" I asked. "Grandpa can take care of himself," Runa replied. "Go ahead, I'll be fine," Roheisa told her dad. She channeled a large heal spell on herself, holding her leg so the bone would set correctly. "What?" She looked at us, "Let's go." We hurried off over the bridge at the front of the village and found a larger Thalmor force fighting a massive Bosmer force, allied with Satyrs. "Here's where all the Bosmer are. We prevented the Thalmor from flanking them," I said. Runa ran into battle, blasting the Thalmor with an Unrelenting Force. With our help, the battle was over in minutes. The locals had already been winning. "They barely needed us on this front," I said, "Good job guys. I'm going to look for Jura. Set up camp and get some rest." One of the Bosmer mages threw a heal down on the lot of us and we thanked him. While they were setting up the tents. It took me an hour, but I found him under a pile of Thalmor bodies. I threw my largest heal on him. "What what where am I?" He startled awake. "You ran ahead and nearly got yourself killed," I explained as I helped him to the tents, "Everybody's asleep. I'll heal you and you can lie down." "Thanks." It was almost dawn at this point, but I still wanted to give the man a piece of my mind. "I'm going to slap you when you're better you're my only living parent I feel like I've barely gotten to know you," I said, channeling a slower heal. "Don't..." "Quiet," I cut him off, "I'm not finished. You can't be the best damn Emperor ever if you die here!" "You're right," Jura sighed, "I can see why Ulfric likes you so much." I kept healing and muttered, "Yeah, well, both of you are lucky to have me." He chuckled, but then winced, "Ow, hurts to laugh." "Well... good," I laughed back. I sat at the campfire for a while. Not needing to sleep had it's perks. Though I wanted to, and it would've been a big help, my nerves were shot. Two battles in a 24-hour period will wear you down. A figure appeared at the edge of the firelight, the sun cresting over the horizon as he did. I blinked, and he was out of my sight. He approached from behind and spoke in a low, growl-like voice, "Greetings, Dovahkiin." "What the fuck..." I said, but he wasn't brandishing a weapon or spell. He looked like a Khajiit, but large like a lion with a great mane. "No time for questions meet me in the morning when the Emperor awakes. Over there," he pointed. I looked, and he was gone. "Strange..." I'd say not a lot of people get the drop on me (usually that's my job) but Runa just did earlier. Of course, her stealth is almost as good as mine. I looked at Jura, who was dead asleep now, and figured I'd just go find the guy and figure out what he wanted. Of course, I was attacked about 500 feet off the road by a single Thalmor with a death wish. I decided I would just shoot him with my bow. I backed away slowly staying just out of his reach as he twirled and thrusted his daggers uselessly. When he was dead, I spied the Khajiit lying in the grass nearby. "You're a strange cat," I commented. "I could see you had it under control," he replied. Then he stood. Noticing he was about a foot taller than me, I smirked. Of course, getting all the wrong ideas. "Alright, who are you and why are you laying down when you could be helping?" I asked. His voice replied with a sound like sandpaper, "I am the Mane. The spiritual leader of the Khajiit. I came here to offer my aid in taking Alinor." "Yeah Fenrir said you guys were willing to help. I haven't seen any so far," I folded my arms. "Apologies, we're in the middle of a civil war. The Thalmor supporters against the traditionalists," the Mane said. As he was talking, raindrops started to fall between us. I sighed. "Gods, it rains so damn much here. Hang on," I said, turning to the sky and taking a deep breath, "LOK - VAH - KOOR!" The lion smirked. After a pause, there was one more grumpy peal of thunder and the skies cleared again. "Most impressive, to say the least," he said. "There you are," Jura approached. "How are you awake?" I asked. "No time to sleep. I'm a master at restoration. I'll finish licking my wounds later," Jura said. "How did you find us?" I asked. "Well, I heard you screaming at the sky to stop raining." We had a chuckle at that. I said, "Emperor Jura of Cyrodiil, the Mane." "S'in Dunestride," he said. "Pleased to meet you," Jura said back. "Which reminds me do you need help in your war?" I asked. "We're going to win. After that, we'll come to your aid in Alinor," S'in replied. "Excellent. Until then, safe travels," Jura said, "I look forward to it." "Warm sands, friend," S'in replied, then he disappeared into the forest. "That was a strange cat," I said, "Why would someone that high ranking come by himself just to tell us he's going to help out?" "Well, when you travel the moonpaths, you're hard to pin down, I hear. Did you see how he just seemed to vanish?" Jura shrugged, "I've heard he likes to get involved and get his hands dirty though I've never met the man before." "Like you?" I asked, smirking. "Well, like you also," Jura said back with a smile. We walked back to camp. Roheisa and Galahad were already ready. They'd only had about 3 hours of sleep. Maybe being an Aedra/Half-Aedra helps? But Runa was stone cold unconscious, complete with a snore. "Right everybody let's get out of here," I said, "We need to meet up with Ulfric and the army, and Fenrir Damien and Tussle's group." "Your highness, it's pronounced Tusselle," Roheisa corrected. I rolled my eyes, "Tussle, like a fight? You know, because she's a... nevermind." "Anyway," I stepped over to Runa, nudging her with my foot, "Runa, wake up." "Five more minutes, mom!" She said, covering her face with the pillow. "I'm gonna pack up this tent right from under you," I said, casting a large telekinesis to gather up the tent and everything but the bedroll she was laying on. Seeing she still wasn't up, I grabbed it with my hands and yanked it out from under her. Runa rolled over and got up with a sour look on her face, "Where are we going?" "Southpoint," Jura replied, "We converge there, take it, then all we have left is Haven." It was the morning of the 26th. And the Youtube video.

Hey, this is Destana. I think I'm going to compile stories I'm not there for again today. We finished our victory party (the army was also celebrating down in Haven with the locals). And I addressed the command group in the morning. "Good morning. I can see you're all pretty tired after two battles and partying all night. Anyway, good job everybody. I'm not one for big speeches like Ulfric. We're going to meet off the coast of Alinor in about a week. See you on the fifth of Rain's hand. Also, King Silverhand told us about a few Ayelid ruins I missed. I'm a dungeon connoisseur but I figured I'd let you guys have your pick if you want," I said. Runa responded, "Yeah I'm kinda tired, gonna rest until we get there." "Sounds like fun, I'm in," Fenrir said. "I used to crawl dungeons in my mercenary days. Sure," Tusselle replied. "And me, Roheisa!" She said, wanting to be noticed. "I'll go too," Damien said. "Bro, of course you'll go because Tusselle's going," Fenrir said. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Damien remarked. Valiana raised an eyebrow, not really knowing what was going on, "Leave me out of this." "Don't you have a wife?" Fenrir retorted. "Hey assholes talking about me like i'm not here: I think I'm to go with Roheisa," Tusselle said, mildly annoyed. I chuckled under my breath then said, "Hilarious." "And I thought Runa had relationship problems," Calleius said from the alchemy station. "Kids these days," Jura said next to him, trying his hand at enchanting. Most of them headed out with the fleet. Only the four dungeoneers stayed, and I stayed with Valiana and the cats on the airship to ferry them across when they were done. We set down Tuss and Ro near Elden Root to a dungeon named 'Laeloria.' Tusselle grabbed a folding rowboat, as there seemed to be almost no horses in this country. They discussed tactics for a moment, getting familiar with each other's skillsets. "I punch people with a little magic. Good at stealth so I might wanna scout ahead," Tusselle said. "I'm greatweapon conjuration, also good at stealth, Roheisa said, "Be honest, did you just pick me so the boys wouldn't bother you?" "Boy is right. Maybe, but you're a quiet bird and I'm curious," Tusselle replied. "What's that like?" "What? Having men fight over you? Annoying. I'm sure boys love you where you're from," Tusselle looked her up and down. "Not really, they think I'm weird," Roheisa replied. "Nothing wrong with a little weird, little flower. Let's check the first one out." "I'd like to take point if that's all right," Roheisa requested. "Sure. In fact, I think I'll hang back and let you start." Roheisa led the way and found maybe a dozen dark rooms with a few chests and no monsters to speak of. When Tusselle caught up with her Ro said, "Essentially there's nothing here except a few chests and strange visual effects. It's almost like someone stopped midway through building this dungeon." "Damn. We should demand a second dungeon. But before that I think I want to punch some bandits." As I walked around the airship, bored out of my mind, I noticed Fenrir and Damien glaring at each other. Usually before they did a mission together they'd be joking around, having a meal, etc. But this energy was different. I decided I wouldn't bother them today and let them work through it. Honestly, all this over a sexual partner. Making a good case for free love here. We set them down near Balsquare. Fenrir and Damien looked at each other a moments then Fen said, "Look, where's going to need to work together at some point. So we may as well lay it all out. Not sure what your game is right now Damien." "What do you mean my game?" "I mean, you trying to have two women?" Fenrir asked. "Well, are you?" Damien asked as they entered the dungeon. "Up until recently, Valiana was giving me friend vibes but that all changed last night. As such, I decided I'd back off Tusselle," Fenrir said. Not to mention she may have had second thoughts regarding his age. "I mean you already slept with her," Damien said. Fenrir turned to face him, "Yeah, well, shoot your shot. But again, don't you have a wife?" Damien sighed, like he was setting down a weight, "We're not married. We're not happy. We rushed into things. We all make mistakes." Fen put his hand on his brother's shoulder, "You know you can tell me anything. We spent what, ten years in Oblivion together?" "Seems pretty stupid to bicker over something like this when you put it like that," Damien said, "Granted, you started it." Fenrir sighed, "You're impossible. I was just figuring out what you were trying to do, you brainiac! And I kinda give a shit about Tusselle so I didn't want her to get blindsighted by your secret family." "I kinda give a shit about her too," Damien said. "Oh, is the demon prince in love again?" Fenrir smiled. "Eh, not love. Something. Mind if I hang back here? Just call me if you need me," Damien replied "Yeah sure I guess," Fenrir replied, finishing up readying his gear, "You going to be brooding?" Damien chuckled, but he didn't give a response. This was a proper Ayeleid dungeon. And Fenrir made me proud, using his mediocre sneak and ranged attacks to lighten the skeletons up, then plopping down his Dwemer Autocannon when he had a few targets to deal with and using Umbra and shield when they got close. He was systematic and finally found a door to the lower levels. He found a key in the first room but continued forward and eventually found himself face-to-face with a horde of zombies and a Lich! "Ooh about time to call for Damien!" He ripped the scroll Damien'd given him and his brother teleported to his side. "A Lich?! Let's do it bro!" The half-daedra said with renewed vigor. He pulled two staves of Fireball out of his pack and blasted the undead in front of the boys to clear a path through the narrow hallway, and Fenrir ran in. He took cover behind a pillar and started to pick off zombies while Damien focused on the Lich. With Fenrir's first spray he managed to knock out three. "Whoops!" Fenrir said. "What oops!?" Damien asked. "They had a prisoner. I think you nuked him to hell!" Fenrir responded, reloading. "Or you pincushioned him!" Damien smiled, blasting the dais with fireballs. Fenrir seemed to be the major annoyance here, because the Lich kept casting in Fenrir's direction. "Yeah just focus on the other guy while I blast you to pieces!" Damien shouted. About this time the last zombie fell and Fenrir ran in with his Crossbow-Shotgun in hand. He blasted the Lich once from point blank, dropped it, and pulled out his sword and shield. Being an excellent distraction, this gave Damien the chance to aim a large blast from his own hand behind the Lich's head on the wall. The thing went down. "Why'd you wait until I ran in? I was staying back so you had all the room you needed to explode the thing," Fenrir said as he sheathed Umbra. "Meh, fireballs are fine. Low cast time. I keep getting interrupted when I try and cast the bigger spells," Damien replied, "The Lich was focused on me for the first half of that fight." "Fair enough," Fenrir said, ransacking the treasure. He went to the room he'd skipped and found a horde of slightly tougher zombies and something supposed to be 'Driders' but they were just spiders that summoned daedra somehow. But the daedra were all melee fighters, and also stupid. Fenrir took them down with his assortment of crossbows. "And that's it. Just out the back exit," he said. --------- Meanwhile Tusselle and Roheisa'd spent a little time killing bandits. And approached the third dungeon a little after nightfall. "Wasn't this an Imperial camp?" Roheisa asked. "Well, we're done here. They probably packed up already," Tusselle responded. As they neared, there was an eerie silence. Then it started to pour. As they approached, they noted the Thalmor bodies. And a huge, shadowy figure materialized between them. Without words, it took a swing at Tusselle. "Whoa, guard up Ro!" She said. Roheisa summed some skeletons to take on the giant, and Tusselle charged at the only living Thalmor - a mage. She decked it in the mouth, sending them on their back. By the time Tusselle got back to Roheisa the skeles were down and the girl was running away from the creature. Tusselle gave the thing an uppercut in the crotch, then another, and another. "Follow my lead just keep punching it in the balls... if it has balls," Tusselle chuckled. She delivered blow after blow to the thing, and it even started to try and back away and cast spells, but Tusselle was relentless. It even started to run away from her. Finally it got one off, and it looked like it was healed, good as new. Tusselle growled, "Oh come on." She chugged health and stamina potions and kept pummeling the thing. Eventually, it keeled over and died. "You alright?" She asked Roheisa. "I'm good," she replied, smiling sweetly. "Were these guys trying to summon or control that thing?" Tusselle asked as she looked through the Thalmor's corpses. Tusselle took point this time. And this dungeon was almost as much of a bust as the last one. It had a few corridors and skeletons to topple, as well as treasure, but it wasn't anything as exciting as Glenpoint (my dungeon) or Balsquare (the boys' dungeon). There was a strange blue light room she had to squeeze past some root to get to, but that was about it. Tusselle found Roheisa at the entrance when she was done. She'd run ahead with Celerity a few times and outpaced the girl. "We'd better meet up with the boys before they leave us here," Tusselle said, "That dungeon was almost as boring as the last." "Disappointing to say the least," Roheisa said. "They can't all be slam dunks. On the bright side the terror outside was fun to punch," Tusselle chuckled. They made their way back to the meeting site of Woodhearth via the waterways of Valenwood and had a quick ale before they found the boys, who'd been waiting there for hours. And Valiana and I (Destana) were sitting with them. "You guys ready to hit the road?" Tusselle asked, "It was nice doing some front-lining after so long, but Sialius is a mess without my natural organization system." I patted the seat next to me, "You guys should have dinner before we go." "We're probably going to sleep on the ship and head out in the morning anyway," Fenrir added, "The cats don't want to travel at night." Tusselle shrugged, "There's a neat dining area in the airship. I think I'll take mine to go." "It is getting a little crowded," Damien said. "Meh, okay," I said, "Sit for a minute while they pack up food." Tusselle sat between Valiana and Damien, and Roheisa sat between me and Fenrir. They each went over their dungeon experiences. "You guys did two dungeons, AND cleared out a bandit hideout?" Fenrir asked. "Well the dungeons were crap," Tusselle replied. The rest of us drank and ate for a minute in an awkward silence. Eventually, when I drained my tankard, I said, "Alright. I'm just going to come out and say it." "What?" Damien asked. "There's so much sexual tension in this group I could cut it with my dagger," I said. "What are you talking about..." Fenrir started. I looked around for the response. Tusselle drew her lips wide in a fake smile. Valiana pursed her lips. Roheisa blushed. Fenrir and Damien met glances, not sure what they should do, or what I was getting at. "I say all of you should just take some Skooma, have a sex party and be done with it," I said. They all looked at each other. Not necessarily saying yes, but not saying no either. "Are we really considering this?" Valiana asked, "I've done Skooma before. Not up there in my best experiences..." Tusselle looked around, "I know you both wouldn't argue with squishing my girl parts. The only questions here are if Val's okay with that part..." Valiana sighed, "Not like I own him. I've had a lot of sex. If it would make you guys happy, I'll participate." "Wonderful," I said, "What was your other question?" "If Roheisa's got the balls to participate," Tusselle smiled slyly. "Oh well, I'm not sure..." Roheisa murmured. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I said. "Nonsense. A girl like this deserves to be thrown around a little bit," Tusselle leaned forward and booped her on the nose. "To be honest, I thought she was like... sixteen or something," Damien said. For the first time any of them had seen, Roheisa's eyes returned a fury like the sun. "Yeah, me too to be honest," Damien added. "I'm twenty-two!" Roheisa slapped Fenrir. While everyone was reacting, she slapped Damien. They both blinked, looking to me and Tusselle for guidance. Roheisa had her hands over her mouth, and muffled, said, "I'm so sorry." After a long pregnant pause, Tusselle said, "So you're saying you're open to the idea?" Roheisa met eyes with her and started to giggle, then we all laughed. When we stopped, I said, "Alright. So. Meet me in the dining area of the airship in two hours." When I recalled back to the airship after my wild flight to Elswyer, they were all sitting at the table, waiting for me. "Alright. So none of you are getting cold feet?" I asked. They looked at me intently. I set down two small bowls. "The first one is actually pure, safe Skooma. The second one is a natural aphrodisiac," I said, "I'm going to be your handler so none of you get hurt. Skullcat offered to help. So naturally I picked the other cat to help, since Skullcat is a hopeless addict." The kids looked at each other for several seconds. During the next few days we searched for the fleet, though it took us a while to find them. The ships had stopped off in Daggerfall to resupply. Transport ships from Anvil pulled into port after them and the men once called 'Ariel Sethius bandit army' loaded back up the ships with men and replenished the forces we'd lost. It was a quiet night on the first of Rain's Hand when the sailors pulled the mooring lines and shoved off. At dinner, Jura and Casius Varon got to talking about the Great War, finding they'd just missed each other a whole host of times, but had never actually met before Casius' pirate days a couple months ago. Callieus sidled up to Jura, "Sir, I would like to make a request." "Yeah?" Jura asked. Calleius looked over to Casius, who served as the Admiral of this fleet. Then he said, "I was wondering if I could have the night off. Runa and I barely got the chance to see Daggerfall." Jura shrugged, "Don't think I'm going to get attacked? Now would be the perfect time, after we pulled out of Daggerfall. If it were me, I'd stowaway on the ship. Or take a rowboat out of High Rock. Of course, we have Galahad to heal me if need be. Go ahead." Calleius walked off with Runa. Casius chuckled, "You're awfully nonchalant about it. The last real emperor was killed by an assassin. On this very boat, infact." "Oh, I thought this looked familiar. Did you manage to catch the Katariah?" Jura asked. "Yeah. They ran from port as soon as Titus Mede was killed, thinking they'd get blamed," Casius replied, then he stood from his meal, "If you'll excuse me, I've got some business to attend to." Emperor Jura nodded. It was late. Nobody else worked this late. Jura eyed the plate for a moment, "Casius!" The Count turned, "Yes?" "You said you were ravenous. But you barely touched your slop," Jura said. "Not very appetizing," he replied. "I think you're hiding something." Casius sighed, "How are you so damn perceptive?" "Part of my charm, I think." "I was going to Runa's room," Casius replied. "With Calleius? Wow. Did not predict that. You do know..." Jura said, "Nevermind. If you don't know, you'll figure it out. Make your own judgments." "Thought you'd react a little worse to that," Casius responded. "Meh. You're all adults. Though... you're pretty old," Jura replied. He stood up too, "You know, I think I'm going to my room. This isn't very appetizing." The cook scowled at both of them as they walked out. Jura sat down at the Katariah's desk after passing a skeleton crew worth of night watchmen. He shuffled through papers, maps, plans, etc. Then he let out a big sigh, taking his coffee mug into his hand. He used his skills in Destruction to heat up the mug as he held it. "Might not be as good as fresh, but the staff's already had to put up with me enough tonight," Jura muttered, thinking he sometimes preferred doing everything for himself like a normal human-being. He sipped the awful coffee for a few minutes, looking out the back window. In the silence of the night, Emperor Jura heard a scraping, then a clicking of the door in front of him. No normal person who holds a key takes that much work to open a door so quietly. "And once again, I prove Calleius the fool. I told him you can't stop the Thalmor from trying every underhanded tactic they can. Never could." "Don't be shy. You haven't come this far just to stand there staring." The elf woman slowly walked toward the desk and finally asked, "You're expecting me?" "Sure I was. Sooner or later. You and I have a date with destiny. But that's how it is with assassins and emperors, am I right? C'mon, come closer. Take your prize." She smiled. She'd never heard of an Emperor going down so easy. No guards worth reckoning. No defenses. He wasn't even wearing his armor. This would be easy. She walked around the desk. "But first, would you honor an old man's request?" The elf laughed loudly, spitting at his request. Not a chance. She drew his dagger and thrusted it towards Emperor Jura. "You first," the old Redguard smirked, "What?" She replied, and with a flash, Jura gripped the elf's hand. There was a loud crack as her wrist twisted the wrong direction. The dagger clanked to the ground and Jura threw her bodily across the room. She flipped over and her stomach hit the table to Jura's left. He reached down and got his sword and shield off the ground under the desk. "How dare you..." she choked out as she rolled onto the floor, headfirst. Jura slashed her across the side as she rolled to her feet, then he did a fierce downward chop across her body, activating his sword's enchant and flinging her again. This time she slammed into the small table near the door, her spine cracking out of place. Jura looked down at her writhing form, "You remind me of someone. Damn shame it had to end this way. You were on the wrong side today." Then he stabbed her in the chest and her writhing stopped. He dragged the body toward the back door to dump it in the sea, but his chamber was rocked by an explosion. "What the hell??" "We're under attack!" A distant shout went out. Jura slipped on his armor and ran to the source, and found Runa with several dead Penitus Oculatus. "Sorry, I... couldn't protect these men. The Thalmor attacked. Hit and run," Runa growled. "Where'd they go?" Jura asked. "Calleius and Casius ran after them, that way!" She pointed. Jura rushed to the deck, but whatever had been, was now over. Fires were being put out. "What happened? Damage report!" Casius shouted. "I was attacked by an assassin," Jura said, then he cut them off, "I'm alright." "They made their attack, then they ran," the watchman said. "What did they want besides to kill me?" Jura asked. The sun was starting to rise. Calleus joined the group, "Sir, I think I know. They blew a hole in the other command ship." "What else?" Jura asked. "They took General Sialius. Ulfric Stormcloak is badly wounded." Galahad walked on deck, cradling Ulfric, "I don't think even I can heal him here." "Can't you resurrect people?" Jura asked. "Yeah. Listen. We're about fifty miles off High Rock. I'm going to take Ulfric and get him to a team of Restoration mages who can do far more than I, faster," Galahad said, "I will sustain him while I travel." "Travel? It's open ocean!" Jura replied. Galahad unfurled a large pair of feathery wings, "Don't ask questions. There's no time." And he was off, Ulfric's lifeless form in hand. "Bastards. Destana's going to be pissed," Jura said, then he turned to Calleius, "Son, this is your lucky day." "I don't feel very lucky," Calleius said, "They caught us with our pants down." "No, I mean. You're getting a spot promotion. General Tyroni Calleius. Find Quintus, tell him to take Sialius' seat. Take charge of your men, get everything in order." With a heavy heart, Calleius nodded, "Yes sir." And the Youtube Videos: