Turdas, 20^th Morning Star, 4E 202

& Fredas 21^st Morning Star, 4E 202

I contacted General Tullius via Corb as the ladies continued their meal and chat.

He said, “Vayu visited and told me of the battle for Raven Spring and your losses. Without wanting to sound callous, I am amazed they are the first since you have been in Skyrim.”

“For thirteen hours, they struggled against a foe without end. The numbers they fought when Oblivion Gates opened in Solitude and Morthal were large but a fraction of what Namira threw at us in Raven Spring.”

“I am yet to receive a report from Commander Drugo.”

“Over fifty Legionnaires died in the battle. I suggest a new company be sent as soon as possible. Commander Drugo and the remaining soldiers are not ready to leave. I think the blood of their comrades has made an investment in Evermore they cannot ignore.”

“Yes, they would want to see what happens next now that Lord Mortifayne is gone. Perhaps they think it is the beginning of a new era for Evermore.”

“I hope they are not that naïve, General. Lord Mortifayne was a symptom of Evermore’s illness. While King Sigmayne and the Priest Circle remain in power, Evermore will never recover.”

“Do you doubt we shall have to cross the border?”

“We cannot let King Sigmayne remain. When he is deposed, our soldiers will have to cross. However, before that, I must uncover what several Imperial Legions might trample underfoot. We must justify our stance with the other kingdoms of High Rock.”

“Do you recommend a commendation for Commander Drugo’s battalion?”

“Yes, a commendation and banner would be appropriate.”

“Consider it done. You do not think there is a chance of King Sigmayne remaining on his throne.”

“No, I do not. Sigmayne is guilty of many crimes. I am yet to meet Prince Damian, but from all reports, he would be a fine king.”

“Even after we shorten his father?”

“It would be a test of Damian’s suitability. If we document his father’s crimes and provide a fair trial, he should accept the outcome as just under Imperial Law. If not, then a governor would be needed, and Damian could say goodbye to his father from an adjoining cell.”

“Does Commander Drugo need any new officers?”

“His second in command was killed in the battle. Commander Drugo may already have somebody he wants to promote to captain. Therefore, I suggest a lieutenant accompany the replacements.”

“The Imperial Army must be seen in a favourable light after recent actions.”

“The Dominion were trying to drive a wedge between The Empire and High Rock and were supplying Orsinium’s Sons with intel, weapons, and supplies. We uncovered their plan to massacre a village and believe they orchestrated the attack on Deepcrag. The Justiciar did not survive my questioning.”

“Did you question him?”

“My sword slipped and cut his head off before I had the chance.”

“Justice was served, and you saved the cost of a trial.”

“There would have been no trial as he had Diplomatic Immunity.”

“Then I am pleased your sword slipped.”

“The College of Winterhold lost four Master Mages defending Raven Spring. Like my friends, they were volunteers who chose to protect the innocent.”

“The price is always high. We must ensure their sacrifices were not in vain.”

“I look forward to returning to Skyrim with that goal achieved.”

“Our troops are efficient at taking territory with minimal civilian losses. Do not let that fear delay your request for assistance.”

“If chaos erupts, I do not think you will need my call for help to know intervention is needed. I have diffused a few flash points but have no doubt there will be others.”

“I will organise the replacements immediately.”

“Thank you, General Tullius.”

The quickest way to Spinster’s Peak was via a mountain near Umbasir. So, we teleported to the Direnni ruins.

We had to be cautious when travelling near a Witchmen encampment. I did not want to have to kill them if it was avoidable.

We passed a sleeping mother bear and cub, who did not stir. Rigmor would have stopped to chat with them if not urged to continue.

Below us was the village where we eliminated a bandit gang.

The ladies waited for me to Blink over the mountain, then summon them.

The mountain path was steep.

Our approach would trigger Witchmen Spirits. We dealt with several of them, and they did not pose any risk to us.

Weak zombies greeted us upon arrival at Spinster’s Peak.

Although we were audacious, the Necromancers were not the most dangerous foes.

We had no idea what a bone sculpture was supposed to represent.

The Necromancers were doing a lot of alchemy. Celestine and I agreed they could make some weak poisons, but nothing a first-year apprentice could not achieve.

We found no documentation outlining the coven’s purpose.

We had to leave one structure to enter another, and we were now high enough for permanent snow and ice to form.

When we entered the second structure, a raised portcullis barred access to stairs. The opening mechanism was on our side, which made no sense. We have become so used to the idiocy of these things that no comment was made.

We trudged on, killing Necromancers and zombies with ease.

A familiar stench grew as we travelled.

• Rigmor: Pew! Does anybody know what that stink is?
• Wulf: It is a Sload. Let me deal with it when we find it.
• Sarah: What would a Sload be doing in High Rock?
• Wulf: We have not found anything to tell us the plan of the necromancers. They are working with the Sload, but we do not know why.
• Lydia: What is a Sload?
• Wulf: A large, blubbery hermaphrodite. They are very unpleasant and evil.
• Celestine: Have you heard of the Thrassian Plague, Lydia?
• Lydia: Oh, they are the ones who created that.
• Celestine: Yes, and they indulge in alchemy for nefarious reasons. The Necromancers are probably trying to create a potent poison or disease under the Sload’s directions.
• Wulf: We have found no proof, but I think they plan to spread a chemical on the winds that will turn people into zombies.
• Celestine: Like what happened in Sabbat.
• Wulf: The zombies might carry a disease or use poison to increase the casualties.
• Rigmor: Can we hurry? I need some fresh air!
• Wulf: Leave the Sload to me.

We arrived at a large cavern where the Sload lived.

I approached the Sload, who did not immediately attack.

I told it, “I warned Malsato the Magnificent of the consequence if a plague or disease could be traced to Thras. I hoped your people would heed that warning.”

The Sload did not say anything but took a step towards me.

I would not take chances with a being so large, so quickly cut it down.

Its Recall spell was triggered, which teleported the injured Sload to Thras.

Searching the rest of the facility uncovered no useful journals or other information.

We were satisfied the coven was eliminated and used an underwater exit.

We decided to inform Kegor of our successes.

I teleported us to the back entrance of Evermore City.

Fortunately, we did not have to search for Kegor as he was close to the entrance.

• Wulf: Advisor Kegor, as I suspected, The Thalmor are supplying and directing Orsinium’s Sons.
• Kegor: Woah! Do not go making those types of accusations so soon. What were they wearing? And what did they say?
• Rigmor: How dare you question the competence of His Excellency!
• Wulf: Divine Knight Eisra, I did play the fool when we first met Advisor Kegor.
• Rigmor: Yes, you did. So I do not have to chop Advisor Kegor’s head off.
• Wulf: Not this time.
• Rigmor: Then I shall content myself with staring at him menacingly.
• Wulf: Advisor Kegor, I have killed hundreds of Thalmor. I have fought them on the battlefield and infiltrated their embassy in Skyrim. I butcher their patrols who search for Talos worshippers. I know Thalmor by sight and smell!
• Lydia: I doubt there is another person on Nirn that The Thalmor hate more than His Excellency.
• Wulf: Thalmor Agent Artnil spoke to Urk-Magzor, the leader of the Orsinium’s Sons in Umbasir. The Thalmor planned to provide food and weapons to the Orsimer at Umbasir, but not for free. The Orsimer were to attack Dunlain and had been instructed to kill all but one witness. The rest were to be placed on spikes, dead or alive.
• Celestine: The survivor would have bemoaned how incompetent The Imperial Army are.
• Kegor: That is grave news to know The Thalmor are implicated in the making of this extremist group. I had the slightest hunch that it was possible.
• Wulf: The Thalmor were doing the same with Ulfric’s Stormcloaks. It is a common tactic of many, including The Empire, which has employed similar subterfuge.
• Kegor: Directly providing munitions and directives on where to attack and how is disturbing. Gods, we do not want this news to become public!
• Wulf: What is your concern, Advisor?
• Kegor: We cannot have what happened in Skyrim, and its civil war happen in High Rock. There is enough animosity towards The Empire’s lack of action here.
• Wulf: Dozens of Legionnaires died protecting Arnima! The Imperial Army defeated The New Order in Skyrim and Cyrodiil. Thousands of them died when battling Ulfric Stormcloak’s rebels. Tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers have given their lives for the people of Evermore over recent decades. The Imperial Army is not responsible for law and order in Evermore. That responsibility belongs to people such as you.
• Kegor: You must promise me not to tell anyone else who you saw there. Is the agent still alive?
• Wulf: I am authorised to deal with the situation in Evermore as I see fit. I was not willing to leave the fate of Dunlain to cowardly Evermorin soldiers, and currently, Imperial Troop numbers are low. Therefore, we killed Agent Artnil and every Orsinium’s Sons in Umbasir. Justiciar Naruman tried to interfere in the recovery of Deepcrag. Undoubtedly, the seizure of that fort was planned and sponsored by The Dominion. It has no strategic value. I warned the Justiciar that any evidence of Thalmor interference would be met with violence. The conversation overheard at Umbasir provided that evidence. Therefore, I cut that arsehole’s head from his neck. His Diplomatic Immunity was no match for my katana.
• Kegor: You killed the Justiciar?!
• Rigmor: The Justiciar did threaten His Excellency’s life at their first meeting. So, it was apparent the assclown had no reverence for Diplomatic Immunity. He is not the first high-ranking Thalmor to feel Sir Wulf’s blade.
• Lydia: Divine Knight Eisra, did Advisor Kegor ask His Excellency to promise something despite having no authority to do so?
• Rigmor: He did, but Advisor Kegor still struggles with the powers His Excellency wields.
• Wulf: I might fly over a few places aboard a dragon and let everybody know The Empire wiped out the corsairs and repelled the Daedric invasion. I hope the residents of Evermore City have another change of underwear.
• Kegor: Okay, I get the idea. I will speak to Sir Horustair and decide whether to inform King Sigmayne about this news. This case has become very problematic indeed.
• Wulf: Did you have dealings with Mortifayne?
• Kegor: Seldom, if ever. I had others talk on my behalf as the whispers of his paranoia were enough to have me avoid him. That is one of the great merits of bureaucracy, getting those beneath you to undertake tasks you would not. Sigmayne was far too lenient on the tyrant. The allure of greater prosperity can keep the eyes away from any atrocity.
• Wulf: Siggy did not do anything until his coffers were threatened.
• Kegor: Siggy?
• Wulf: I will not call him king, and he deserves condemnation and not respect. Therefore, he is Siggy.
• Rigmor: Please do not pretend to be offended, Kegor. After all, you are worried about how that abuser of children would react to Thalmor interference, suggesting reservations about his competence.
• Kegor: It is true. Almost as soon as merchants reported Mortifayne’s meddling, the decree of revocation was inked. Governor Merosa’s timely visit and the news of Daedric involvement accelerated the proceedings. I dared not ask why it took twenty years to act.
• Wulf: We destroyed the Dragonstar outposts.
• Kegor: Excellent. It will be long before that shameless lot has the gall to send more of their thieves up our waters.
• Sarah: You did not listen to what His Excellency explained yesterday. Redguard corsairs are the navy of Wayrest. Dragonstar was one of dozens of corsair bands that joined together to invade Wayrest. Those squabbling over Wayrest’s rule will not discourage other corsair bands from raiding Evermore. Even when a faction becomes Wayrest’s uncontested ruler, the raids down your rivers will continue.
• Rigmor: Until a treaty between Wayrest and Evermore exists, the corsairs will plague this kingdom.
• Wulf: Is there something else we can do to aid Evermore?
• Kegor: Well, I hesitate to ask.
• Wulf: Ask, Advisor. We do not bite.
• Rigmor: Why use your teeth when you carry a sword?
• Kegor: We are overdue for reports from three crucial assets. The first is from Deepcrag, which was recently liberated and is under repair.
• Wulf: Divine Knights, why wasn’t I told that Deepcrag had been liberated?
• Celestine: Your Excellency, we did the liberating.
• Wulf: Oh, I remember now. How could I forget that we had liberated Deepcrag? Silly old me!
• Rigmor: Your Excellency, sarcasm might be wasted in this instance.
• Wulf: Oh, of course.
• Rigmor: Yes, Advisor, we shall obtain the report from the Legion Officer at Deepcrag. From where are the other two reports to be collected?
• Kegor: You lot do not pull punches, do you?
• Rigmor: The other two reports?
• Kegor: The second report needs collecting from Lonely Griffon’s Retreat. That is a fine appellation for our most remote outpost bordering the northern wastes. You will have to find a man called Tyyr. Please do not kill him even if he is a bit short of temper and manners.
• Wulf: Not everybody can be a beacon of tolerance and forbearance, such as myself. Do not fear for the man. Perhaps his teeth, but not the man.

Rigmor lost it and started snickering and giggling while repeating, “Tolerance and forbearance?” After I gave her a snotty, disapproving stare, the giggling turned into guffaws as tears rolled down her cheeks.

• Lydia: Please continue, Advisor Kegor. I am sure Divine Knight Eisra will eventually regain control.
• Kegor: Ahem, yes. Lastly, there are the mines within the southern mire. ‘The Bog’ for short. There is an overseer there who keeps the labour in check. He will have our report.
• Wulf: I am curious as to why money is suddenly being spent. Much of the damage seen in our travels has been there for a long time.
• Kegor: The principal reason is that we have, sorry, you have taken care of our most significant hindrances within the realm. Therefore, our gold would not be wasted, whereas previously, it would soon be looted again.
• Wulf: Perhaps Siggy has a forlorn hope that a trickle of gold will make the silly Envoy forget the poverty, injustice, blasphemy, and child molestation.
• Kegor: Perhaps, but you must also consider the following. The provincial merchants are filling the treasury, so hoarding such wealth is unnecessary when half the land is in ruin.
• Wulf: Does Siggy want to return to the days of the Direnni Hegemony, where the holy clinking of gold coins smothered all morals and empathy?
• Kegor: The merchants’ whims seem to be the King’s. The merchants have grand plans, worrying plans. Especially those pertinent to New Orsinium and the trade route it borders.
• Wulf: So, they have finally discovered its location.
• Kegor: Not precisely. There have been many enclaves that were mistaken for their capital. Yet we know the Orcs are not content with scant dwellings. We are sure they are near the road from The Divide through the valleys to Cyrodiil and Skyrim. That is a significant trade route. Therefore, their presence threatens the merchants.
• Wulf: What do you know of the merchants’ plans?
• Kegor: As a military man, I have been sought for advice on tactics and the like. And the plans drawn for the ‘Orc Problem’ are terrifying.
• Wulf: That bad?
• Kegor: From what I have seen, this could be the final epoch of the Orc race. It is only a matter of time until those enclaves in Skyrim are under threat. Eventually, there will not be one hole the Orcs can call their own.
• Wulf: New Orsinium has been gifted to the Orsimer by His Imperial Majesty. It is being constructed with the aid of Imperial engineers and craftspeople. It is a protectorate of The Empire, and any military action would be treason and met with the full might of the Imperial Army. Planning such military action is sedition if I am generous, treason if truthful.
• Kegor: I do not want any part of what they plan. It is wrong!
• Lydia: The Nords of Skyrim respect their Orsimer compatriots. Any force threatening that relationship must get past berserkers and shield walls first. No, Kegor, the Orsimer of Skyrim shall always have their homes.
• Sarah: Not to mention Cyrodiil citizens’ high regard for the Orsimer.
• Wulf: Lisrier Gulinds.
• Kegor: Pardon?
• Wulf: Advisor Kegor, is Lisrier Gulinds one of the merchants planning to attack New Orsimer?

Rigmor quickly recovered from her jovial state when she heard my tone of voice.

• Rigmor: It would benefit you to answer swiftly and honestly, Advisor Kegor.
• Kegor: They are a ruthless lot. They would do anything to protect potential profits!
• Wulf: How would they know who our informant was? We talk to lots of people. So, answer me or be locked up until you do. Is Lisrier Gulinds guilty of sedition?
• Kegor: Yes, he is one of the more vocal and racist of the lot!
• Wulf: Thank you, Advisor Kegor.
• Rigmor: Your Excellency, I think Advisor Kegor told them to stay away from him once he realised what they had planned.
• Wulf: I agree, Divine Knight Eisra. He has placed himself in danger by telling the truth.
• Rigmor: Lucky for Advisor Kegor, no charges will be laid against him.
• Wulf: Yes, it would serve no purpose for him to spend decades making little rocks out of big rocks in a quarry.
• Rigmor: For your safety, Advisor Kegor, do not have any further involvement with the traitors.
• Wulf: We shall return the reports to you as soon as possible.
• Rigmor: It will soon be dark, Your Excellency.
• Wulf: And you have not eaten for at least six hours.
• Celestine: Divine Knight Eisra will faint from malnutrition.
• Wulf: Okay, it is time for food and rest. We shall continue our exciting tour of Evermore’s countryside tomorrow.

Kegor muttered to himself as he wandered away.

We teleported into Mara’s Rest and followed our usual routine.

Over supper, we discussed our plans for the following day.

Not long after crossing into Evermore, we read several notes on a message board. This one was titled “Hanna.”

• “I have searched for you throughout High Rock, and now I resort to these public pleas. I tried, believe me. I know you are determined to find those shamans. I cannot stop you.
• If this does happen upon you, then the shaman you seek lies north of The Divide. Between the crag, look for that tree that juts from the cliff face.
• Please return once you have what you want. I do not wish to follow you worldwide, yet my heart drags me along your trail.”

They were vague directions, but a shaman may have valuable information, and Hanna was missing. Therefore, we decided to look for the shaman before gathering the reports for Kegor.

Early the following day, we started our search for the shaman. Our best hope was for me to Blink to the summit of a mountain and then summon the squad. We could then travel the mountain paths in the area indicated on the note.

We soon found indications that witches, but not Hagraven, were in the area. None of the Spriggans encountered were ensorceled. Therefore, they were not aggressive towards us as Kyne’s Peace was active.

Many Witchmen Spirits guarded the paths.

We eventually spotted a lone person living next to the river.

Beside him was a tree of a similar species to Eldergleam, Gildergreen and one in Aurane’s gardens. They are often associated with the Elder Gods of the ancient Nord pantheon.

Zoom Vision did not tell me if he was the shaman, but he was not a Witchmen. Therefore, I Blinked to him with my weapons sheathed.

The person was of Nord stock and was not disturbed by my appearance from the ether. Nor did he appear concerned when I summoned the others.

The spirit of a boy stood nearby.

A scan of the Nord’s soul revealed he was a werewolf.

Rigmor and I stepped forward as our other companions looked around.

• Ivekmir: What beast, stalking on its hind legs, treads such a perilous trail to me?
• Wulf: Greetings, I am Sir Wulf Welkynd. My companions are Divine Knights of The Order of the Dragon.
• Rigmor: Are you a shaman?
• Ivekmir: Many call me Wolf Shaman. My name is Ivekmir the Walker, and I once lived in Helgen. Dragons and gods have ensured this is now my home.
• Wulf: Divine Knight Eisra, Ivekmir is a werewolf.
• Ivekmir: Indeed I am. I know you, Dragonborn. You were there the day Alduin destroyed my old abode.
• Wulf: Alduin neglected his duties in the pursuit of power. We have since returned him to my Celestial Father so he may be reminded of his purpose and return to those duties.
• Ivekmir: What brings you to me?
• Wulf: Has a young woman named Hanna sought your wisdom?
• Ivekmir: No, but most who try to reach this place fall victim to natural and unnatural predators.
• Rigmor: Were you a werewolf when you lived in Helgen?
• Ivekmir: Yes, but none knew of my curse, for I was a hunter and often away from Helgen. After I fled the destruction and tragedy, Hircine cast his great bone down to Nirn for me to follow. It landed here, and I heeded his call.
• Wulf: The tree is not a native of Evermore.
• Ivekmir: Roots gestated in the embers of the bone’s fall, splitting the outer layer. After finding air and sky, the tree reveals Hircine’s tale. Lest you believe I lie, for the fox, I am not.
• Wulf: Lord Shor is more of a trickster than a liar. I have no reason to disbelieve you, Ivekmir, for I deal with gods in all forms and of many pantheons. Your words may seem strange and untruthful to laypeople, but not me. My recognition of your curse and the tree’s uniqueness demonstrates this truth.
• Rigmor: Ivekmir, who is the spirit child?
• Ivekmir: Progeny. His grasp slipped, and he has fallen to that nether world below the eyes. He stands at the interim between life and death. He is restless and lost.
• Wulf: I assume that performing Arkay’s Rights will not guide his soul to Aetherius.
• Ivekmir: No, for Hircine has his jaws around it. I seek to have this nomadic spirit, yet to be, retreat from that aimless path. He needs to find his home and mother.
• Wulf: He was not of the age his spirit emulates?
• Ivekmir: His mother died in Dragonfire the week our son was due. I prayed to Golden Mother for their salvation, and this angered the Beast God.
• Wulf: Your wife must have given birth just before her death. Otherwise, your son’s soul would not have been in The Void for Lord Hircine to snatch. This capture of your son’s soul is a harsh punishment for praying to Lady Mara.
• Rigmor: Please explain the punishment to me.
• Wulf: Ivekmir must gaze upon what his son would have looked like in later years. He knows the boy’s soul yearns to join his mother in their afterlife. Now, it is floating in The Void and is in danger from entities that hunt that realm.
• Rigmor: Oh…that is terrible! What can we do to help?
• Ivekmir: The Dragonborn is wise to Hircine’s ways. Omens have taken to my son’s scent and are ravenous in their prowl. They seek the spirit-flesh of my son. The Beast God’s trials are cruel.
• Wulf: We shall aid in your defeat of the omens.
• Ivekmir: Do you wish to be swallowed into the Beast God’s great game?
• Wulf: It is not yet time for The Great Hunt, and his lesser games hold little peril for my companions and me. However, I will draw attention to myself. After doing so, other mortal champions were selected to participate in The Great Hunt. But I cannot ignore a soul in peril. So, tell us what needs to be done.
• Ivekmir: The Beast God rewards those who triumph over his schemes. Generous are his gifts. In your path, yet-to-be, is a hunt. Harrowing is the trial that will prevent this black feast.
• Rigmor: Sir Wulf is the Champion of The Divines. He will risk all for your son’s soul. He does not do such things expecting a gift.
• Ivekmir: I apologise. It is rare to meet people willing to help for unselfish reasons.
• Rigmor: That is especially so amongst the elite of Evermore.
• Ivekmir: Three Hounds of Hunger are spoiling the land with their ruin. These are the omens that must be hunted. These are some of the omens that hunt my son.
• Wulf: There are dangers in Evermore that threaten more than your son. We can deal with the Hounds of Hunger, but we must apply haste if Lord Hircine’s game is to be played. Mark their locations on my map.

I handed Ivekmir my map and quill. His eyes glazed over, and I could sense a connection between him and the tree.

He said, “The Beast God blinks, and his eyes are now mine. He watches from above and knows the image of this map well. He sees the omens, and I will mark where they roam.”

Ivekmir placed three crosses on the map and circled a fourth location. He then handed the map and my quill back to me. I glanced at the map and sighed. We would have to travel the length and breadth of Evermore to reach the Hounds of Hunger.

• Wulf: Will your son’s soul be released upon the defeat of the omens?
• Ivekmir: No. I will need to ask Hircine to release it. He will know of your success or otherwise of the hunt.
• Rigmor: Will we meet you here after our successful hunt?
• Ivekmir: No. If your hunt is successful, Hircine will tell me. I will wait with my son at Wolves Watch. Choose carefully the path you travel to that destination, for one of Akatosh’s children claims that area as his hunting ground.
• Rigmor: A dragon would be foolish to challenge The Dragonborn.
• Wulf: You have circled Wolves Watch on my map. It is next to The Crypt of the Ever-Wyrm. Does the dragon have a name?
• Ivekmir: He is named Uglog.
• Wulf: That is not the name he chose when he first entered Mundus. It is an ugly name, and it explains why he would not attack you. He has made a pact with a Dark Lord.
• Ivekmir: He was seduced by the promises of the Beast God. Enjoyable hunts are rewarded for services rendered.
• Wulf: Have others completed the hunt?
• Ivekmir: No.
• Wulf: Uglog will regard us as an enjoyable hunt. Unless he is more powerful than Alduin, he is doomed.
• Ivekmir: The Beast God will test you further as I pray for my son’s soul.
• Rigmor: Four Divine Knights and The Dragonborn will protect you, Ivekmir. You will find us to be a formidable shield.
• Ivekmir: Hunters, I wish you swiftness in this pursuit.
• Wulf: Divine Knights, we shall combine the hunt with our visits to collect Kegor’s information. This plan will save us time, as much travel is involved.
• Rigmor: Where first?
• Wulf: A Hound of Hunger hunts the lands between Raven Spring and The Bog.

My friends gathered around me, and we teleported to Raven Spring’s entrance.

I was no longer sensitive to light. Celestine suggested it was due to Husk’s hook into my soul. Part of my consciousness was in the ethereal plane. It was a good theory, but the metaphysics of what happened when I escaped Scuttling Void is beyond mortal comprehension.

We stopped outside the hut that contained a portal to Lady Namira’s shrine.

• Rigmor: Will the portal to Lady Namira’s shrine still be there?
• Wulf: I doubt anybody else knows of its existence. Therefore, it should still be there.
• Lydia: Are you going to check?
• Wulf: No, that is an unneeded distraction.

We continued our journey, and not long after, we spotted the Hound of Hunger on a small island.

We swam to the island, and the Hound of Hunger attacked with jaws, claws, and Blood Magic.

Lydia yelled, “For Talos!” and struck the omen a split second after me.

A haunting howl echoed as the Hound of Hunger turned into a puddle of ectoplasm.

• Rigmor: That was easy.
• Wulf: The Blood Magic was powerful. Unprotected people would last seconds. As it was, your Lifeforce was being drained at a worrying rate.
• Rigmor: Oh, I did not know.
• Celestine: Wulf is sensitive to Lifeforce draining. Ordinary people might feel a slow drain, as happens when in Aetherius. A rapid drain during battle may not be noticed till death claims the victim.
• Wulf: Why did I die? Nobody beat me in battle!
• Rigmor: With death comes wisdom. So the victim would know what killed them.
• Wulf: You are correct, milady.
• Lydia: Wouldn’t Molag Bal be upset at Hircine’s minions using Blood Magic?
• Wulf: If a weapon is effective, why not use it? I doubt Lord Hircine cares what Molag Bal thinks.

It was an uneventful walk to The Bog. However, the weather turned miserable on the way.

We approached a well-dressed Breton, assuming he was the overseer of the mine.

• Wulf: Are you the overseer?
• Orreon: Do I look like a labourer?
• Rigmor: You will look like an idiot searching for his teeth if you continue that attitude.
• Celestine: Sir Wulf Welkynd, Envoy to Evermore on behalf of His Imperial Majesty, asked you a question.
• Orreon: You are the ones who saved Raven Spring from the demons!
• Lydia: Yes, with the assistance of the Imperial Army, local guards, Master Mages from The College of Winterhold, and the brave people of the town.
• Wulf: You are standing before the mine’s entrance with bemused looks. Is there a situation here?
• Orreon: One of the greenskins has got loose and is holding a reserve hostage. Dumb grock knows how this will end if he dares go for blood.
• Celestine: It sounds like the overseer has had an impoverished upbringing. A Breton not of low birth would never use racist terms to describe Orsimer.
• Wulf: Overseer, what is your full name?
• Orreon: Why?
• Rigmor: Because His Excellency asked, and by law, you must answer. So, what is your name?
• Orreon: Orreon Frernius.
• Wulf: Let us try again, Overseer Orreon. Is there a situation here?
• Orreon: Ah, an Orsimer has gotten loose and is holding a reserve as a hostage. The dumb Orsimer knows precisely how this will end if he dares go for blood.
• Wulf: I will enter and speak with the Orsimer to see if a peaceful settlement is possible. We came here to retrieve a report for King Sigmayne, so please ensure it is available when I return.

I handed my sword, shield, and bow to Rigmor, then entered the mine.

I halted a few feet from the entrance and put my hands up in the air.

Zoom Vision showed that the Orsimer was armed with a pickaxe. He wore a head cage that a chain could connect to others wearing similar. An addition to prevent talking could also be attached. I have seen similar contraptions, but they are ancient relics Ayleid enslavers once used.

The Orsimer said, “Halt! Have you come to finish me off? You had better think twice. I will kill this guard if you come any closer!”

“I am Sir Wulf Welkynd. As Envoy, I speak with the authority of our Emperor. What is your name, and why have you taken a hostage?”

“I am Baggmar Gatol. I have taken a hostage because they are breeding my brothers to work in the mines and quarries. My sisters are used as breeding stock and for the pleasure of those who despise us. They are broken Orc who dare not speak, like beaten dogs!”

“They breed enslaved Orsimer?”

“It is supposed to be against the law. Perhaps those laws do not apply to us Orcs.”

“Baggmar, the laws against enslavement apply to all citizens of The Empire. Those who committed this most heinous of crimes will swap places with the enslaved Orsimer. We must enable this swapping of roles carefully. Otherwise, they may decide to eliminate the evidence.”

“They would do that as they are animals!”

“I am Bloodkin to the Orsimer of Skyrim and count many as friends and allies. I am also Malacath’s Champion.”

“We heard that Malacath had chosen one not of our race.”

“Lord Malacath was concerned about the treatment of his people in Evermore. We are not friends, your god and I. However, I am a defender of all mortals. I swear on my gods, The Divines, that this travesty will soon end and the guilty brought to justice. Do you accept this oath, Baggmar Gatol?”

“You came here unarmed and talked with respect. Yes, Envoy Wulf, I accept your oath.”

“Reserve, what is your name?”

“Mebesis Hawkon, your lordship, and I am not a reserve. I am a conscript.”

“How did you become a conscript?”

“A noble girl accused me of saying lewd things to her. They beat me up badly and then made me a soldier. I did not say a word to her, your lordship. Some fine gentlemen nearby did, but they would not believe me and beat me more for telling lies about a noble.”

“You have experienced injustice. Do you think that breeding and enslaving Orsimer is right?”

“Not at all, Your Lordship. It is against Imperial Law, the teachings of The Divines and common decency. If you are worried about me overhearing what you said, I promise I will not say a word. I would never help the bastards that made me a conscript.”

“Wait a minute, Mebesis and I will write you a pardon.”

Baggmar untied and released Mebesis, who moaned as circulation returned to his hands.

Baggmar sat on a bench and watched me write the pardon for Mebesis.

I told Mebesis, “Present this pardon to Divine Knight Eisra. She is wearing red armour. She will ensure you can leave without apprehension by Overseer Orreon or his men.”

“I thank you, Sir Wulf, and so will my wife and children.”

Mebesis took the pardon and headed for the exit with his head held high. It seems I have restored some pride in him.

I stood before Baggmar and was appalled at what I saw.

I told him, “I have seen cages similar to what you wear.”

“They put chains through them and lead us like cattle. They hit them with their batons, and as you can see, it goes through my jaw. So that banging with the baton does not tickle. They can add bits to prevent talking, which also restricts breathing and makes the labour of the mines more taxing.”

“What was your crime, Baggmar?”

“I was guilty of having green skin and being caught by the press gang.”

“Are you here without being charged with a crime or time in court?”

“Yes, but at least I can talk. And I do not want a pardon.”

“Why is that?”

“I can help my kin by being with them. But only if the Manmer does not use me as a lesson for other uppity grocks.”

“I will not allow that to happen, Baggmar. I will give Overseer Orreon an order, which he has no choice but to obey. I will be back soon.”

I exited the mine and then approached Orreon. My friends knew my mood was foul and were on alert for trouble.

Rigmor asked via Mara’s Rings, “Wulf, please remain calm. Do not let this place change you.”

“They are breeding Orsimer and placing head cages on them as the Ayleid once did to Mother and her people.”

“Oh!”

“The Orsimer I spoke to was not born enslaved. They press-ganged him!”

“I can understand your anger, Wulf. But please, do not break your promise to Olette.”

Rigmor did not offer my weapons and shield to me. She knows I do not need them to kill Orreon, but other methods take longer. I would have more time to control any impulse.

• Wulf: Overseer Orreon, Mebesis is free and no longer a conscript.
• Orreon: The woman in red showed me the pardon. If you hand too many of those out, I will have no crew left to ensure this mine is productive.
• Rigmor: I told you I am Divine Knight Eisra. I think you are afraid of women with rank, Orreon. Do we make your balls hide inside from embarrassment?
• Wulf: Divine Knight Eisra, although you speak the truth, it is not appropriate behaviour.
• Rigmor: I apologise, Your Excellency.
• Wulf: Overseer Orreon, Baggmar will be returned to the mines unharmed.
• Orreon: Unharmed? Ha! Talking to greenskin scum like they are not animals is an excellent way to get mauled. That grock is going to taste the hook.
• Wulf: And what is the hook?
• Orreon: Ain’t you ever seen a hookin’? You place the hook right under their bottom rib and let them hang for a good couple of days. Usually, the flies get to them, and we let them fester for a while before giving the grock a good whack to get rid of them.
• Wulf: Are they gagged during this process?
• Orreon: Of course they are. We might be amused by their squirming and pleading eyes, but who wants to hear begging, crying, and screaming for hours?

I clenched my fists, and Rigmor yelled, “Do not kill him. Do not become what he is!”

I used my Thu’um and yelled, “OVERSEER ORREON! GIVE ME A REASON I SHOULD NOT KILL YOU?”

Orreon flinched and then looked terrified. He said nothing for several seconds as my question echoed. All eyes turned to us.

• Orreon: I have a wife and children, Your Lordship.
• Wulf: You will address me as Your Excellency!
• Orreon: I have a wife and children, Your Excellency.
• Wulf: So does Mebesis. Do you know if Baggmar has a wife and children?
• Orreon: No, Your Excellency.
• Wulf: The Orsimer are descended from Ehlnofey. Divine Knight Celestine, who were the Ehlnofey?
• Celestine: They were the brothers and sisters of The Divines who stopped being gods to populate Nirn with mortals.
• Wulf: You are descended from Ehlnofey, as am I and every mortal. Orsimer are no closer to beasts than you, Overseer Orreon. They are children of The Divines and are loved by them.
• Sarah: That includes Lady Mara, who weeps at how her beloved mortals are treated in Evermore.
• Wulf: Advisor Orreon, Legionnaires will visit The Bog every three days, and Baggmar will be presented to them for inspection. If he has been harmed, you will be chained and brought before me for judgment.
• Rigmor: His Excellency speaks and acts as His Imperial Majesty in all matters. He can, if necessary, be a judge, jury, and executioner. Governor Merosa discovered this fact just before Sir Wulf’s sword detached her head.
• Orreon: I swear, Baggmar will come to no harm!
• Wulf: I doubt your word and honour are worth more than the mud under our boots. However, your desire to live ensures Baggmar’s safety. I am leaving you in the position of Overseer as I do not want to disrupt the flow of wealth that will benefit the people of Evermore. Now, hand me the report requested by King Sigmayne.

Rigmor retrieved the report and handed it to me.

I said, “Divine Knights, we shall visit Commander Drugo and organise the visits by Legionnaires. First, we must inform Baggmar of this outcome.”

We entered the mine and approached Baggmar.

When Baggmar repeated his tale, my companions understood my anger and shared it. Sarah wept, for she was not hardened to revelations of moral depravity. Her empathy touched Baggmar, who did not expect such emotion from a Manmer.

He was reassured by what we told him and returned to the darkness of the mine.

When Sarah indicated she was ready, we teleported into the embassy. Drugo approached us.

• Drugo: An Imperial courier arrived on horseback not long ago. He informed me of the replacements heading our way.
• Wulf: They are yours to command.
• Drugo: He also said General Tullius is organising a commendation and banner.
• Wulf: They are well deserved, and although they will not replace the fallen, they should help the survivors realise their sacrifices were not unnoticed or undervalued.
• Drugo: Is there something else you wish to discuss?
• Wulf: What I am about to tell you is confidential.
• Drugo: Something ominous, I assume.
• Wulf: Orsimer are being born and bred as enslaved people. Males are labourers in the mines and quarries. Females are breeders and unwilling whores. Free Orsimer are press-ganged and enslaved.
• Drugo: If the Orsimer in other provinces are made aware of this, they will swarm this kingdom, and I doubt any Legionnaire would try to stop their retribution.
• Wulf: We would have to stop their retribution, as all citizens of Evermore would unjustly be blamed for this atrocity. We must end it before word spreads of its existence.
• Rigmor: There is more to this atrocity, Commander Drugo.
• Wulf: They use head cages like those the Ayleid forced Saint Alessia and her people to wear.
• Drugo: What is the purpose of the head cages?
• Wulf: They chain them together instead of using leg shackles. They cause pain when smacked with a baton, which takes less energy than a whip. Attachments can be added to prevent speech.
• Drugo: And these people dare to call Witchmen and Orsimer barbarians!
• Wulf: A press-ganged Orsimer called Baggmar is enslaved at The Bog. Instead of accepting a chance at freedom, he has remained to assist the other Orsimer. His condition needs to be monitored.
• Drugo: Do you want us to perform regular checks?
• Wulf: Yes. I suggest a squad makes their way to The Bog every three days. The Overseer is to present Baggmar for inspection. If any harm has come to that brave Orsimer, the overseer will be arrested and jailed here until I decide what to do with him.
• Drugo: It shall be done. I need not tell the Legionnaires about the enslavement but tell them Baggmar is an unfortunate ally unfairly jailed.
• Wulf: That will suffice. I doubt Baggmar would say something that would cast doubt on that story.
• Drugo: You have uncovered the secret to Evermore’s sudden wealth.
• Wulf: Enslaved Orsimer and serfdom are two contributors. I think we shall uncover darker sources of income.
• Drugo: I cannot imagine what they might be.
• Sarah: You can if you think about the missing children of Evermore.
• Drugo: Oh…
• Wulf: A Hound of Hunger is nearby. Therefore, Divine Knights, we shall continue the hunt.
• Drugo: What is a Hound of Hunger?
• Celestine: They are evil spirits placed around Evermore by Lord Hircine. We are hunting them to save the soul of a child killed when Alduin attacked Helgen.
• Lydia: We were asked to help by the child’s werewolf father.
• Wulf: Lord Hircine often sets trials involving hunting.
• Drugo: You talk of these things as if they are normal.
• Wulf: For the Champion of the Divines and Divine Knights, they are normal. Anyway, it is time for the hunt.

Only two Legionnaires were in the courtyard. Melancholy attacked once more, and Rigmor held my hand as we walked.

We saw an Exile tackling a domestic dog. We rushed to the dog’s defence.

The dog’s owner lay dead nearby. It attacked us as it was ensorcelled, and Kyne’s Peace was negated.

More Exiles attacked and were eliminated.

It was disturbing they were operating this close to Raven Spring. There were not enough guards alive to patrol the area.

We swam to a small island and hastily attacked the Hound of Hunger.

It howled as it turned into an ectoplasm puddle.

I said, “The next Hound of Hunger is near one of the portals. I know how to teleport to them without using them.”

Celestine replied, “I thought that might be possible. You will have to teach me later.”

The last Hound of Hunger was quickly eliminated.

We then headed for Wolves Watch.

• Wulf: We shall cross Witchmen territory. Then I shall Blink over a mountain and summon you.
• Rigmor: Are you avoiding the dragon?
• Wulf: I want to help Ivekmir before dealing with Uglog.
• Lydia: This is unnatural. We are automatons performing our tasks efficiently but silently.
• Celestine: We have been worn down by this place.
• Wulf: I agree. Therefore, Rigmor, you must return to Bruma. I will change the squad at the end of today.
• Rigmor: No! You are barely coping, Wulf. Our love and Our Quiet stop your Dovah half taking over. You must keep control for the sake of Evermore’s children and Orsimer. I am not leaving your side.
• Celestine: There is still much to be uncovered, Wulf. Your Dovah self would trigger the chaos we are trying to prevent.
• Lydia: I want to continue.
• Sarah: I think you are stuck with us, Wulf.
• Wulf: Then we must defeat the gloom. It is proving a formidable enemy and I am weary.
• Lydia: Inigo would help with that battle.
• Celestine: As would Meeko.
• Wulf: Okay, we shall see if Inigo wants to join us. I know the white fleabag will.
• Lydia: Do not tell Inigo I suggested he accompany us.

Sarah was proving to be a very efficient killer.

I Blinked up a mountain and summoned the ladies.

We spent a few quiet minutes enjoying the beauty of Evermore.

When we arrived at Wolves Watch, a roar echoed from The Crypt of the Ever-Wyrm.

I used my Thu’um and said, “ZU’U VOKUN HIN TIID, UGLOG. MU FEN KRIF WAHLAAN SIIV.” 

Celestine said, “Let me translate. Wulf said, ‘I accept your challenge, Uglog. We shall meet in battle soon.’”

“Well done, Celestine. That was not an easy translation.”

“I had trouble with ‘tiid’ as it usually means time.”

“You correctly interpreted it as ‘challenge’ within the context of the sentence.”

We entered Wolves Watch. The spirit child lay on a fur and straw bed as if asleep.

• Ivekmir: The son takes his final rest. The great beast swallowed the chains that bound his spirit kin. Now, fate demands our action. It demands the rite.
• Wulf: Will this rite open a path to Aetherius?
• Ivekmir: Your hunt has borne a fissure, yet-to-be, which will take the son to his mother. But this door needs someone to open it. This rite will help someone.
• Wulf: Others will not be pleased we are depriving them of their meal of spirit-flesh.
• Ivekmir: There is howling in the distance, beyond the real. It is the screams of the Hounds of Hunger. They will come to stop this rite.
• Rigmor: They can try, Ivekmir.
• Lydia: We shall defend you.
• Wulf: Start the rite. Nothing will get past us.
• Ivekmir: You defend this pack as if it were your own. This action transcends the convention of the Beast-God. Yet the Beast-God smiles on you, for your intentions strike true.
• Wulf: Lord Hircine appreciates the courage of mortals, for we act of free will. That is not instinct like a mother wolf protecting her cubs.
• Ivekmir: The breach will blow, and the dark call will be heeded. My eyes must see the breach, and it must keep its shape for the rite. I cannot lose focus.
• Wulf: The pack shall not reach you. Proceed, for we are ready.
• Ivekmir: The rite begins so his struggle can end.

Ivekmir knelt, and I explained, “Divine Knights, a hunting horn will announce the opening of a portal to The Hunting Grounds. Lord Hircine’s minions will appear, and we must keep them away from Ivekmir.”

Ivekmir spoke in Daedric, “Come gather Gold Sprites of the low sea as I beg for my son’s release. Come gather, Dread Omens of undeath, as we banish you to the world below all worlds.”

To my surprise, Ivekmir’s language changed from Daedric to Dovahzul. As I contemplated why, a horn trumpeted, and the battle began.

Ivekmir’s speech was difficult to follow when speaking Tamrielic. Therefore, my translation from Dovahzul is interpretation, not exact phrasing.

“Daar aar bolog fah aaz, nau dii kiir.”

(This servant submits for mercy in my child.)

The fighting was noisy, but I could hear Ivekmir’s words. Somebody wanted me to hear them.

“Lost rok daal was hin faad, all ok luv oblaan, zu’u bolog hi monah.”

(You have fallen into his trap; now his deceiving is complete, I submit to you, Mother.)

During a pause in the fight, I saw Lady Mara’s avatar floating above the boy’s spirit. I recognised it even though I had never seen it before that moment.

“Suleyk ag muz, muz wahl vokul, vokul lost kul. Ag Suleyk.”

(Power over men, men build evil, evil is weak. Over power.)

The leader of the pack, a Werewolf Spirit, appeared.

“Nol enook naal ok suleyk, wah enook naal ok paar, monah ofan rok, faad ko hin okaaz, hal daar okaaz dun fin lein!”

 (From fear by his power to fear by his ambition, Mother betrayed him, trapped in your sorrow, summon this sorrow to devour the world!)

We rushed over and cut down the Werewolf Spirit.

“Vonok kiir, monah krii.”

(Farewell, son, Mother awaits.)

Celestine had summoned a large Atronach to block the entrance.

She dismissed it so I could enter.

The boy’s spirit was gone. Ivekmir was in a daze.

He soon recovered and stood at the entrance with a look of relief on his face.

• Ivekmir: The child drifts, facing the sun of the Gold Mother, half emerged in the shallow, tepid sea of her realm. Sleep will the son on his mother’s breast, forever.
• Wulf: Do you remember what you said when performing the rite?
• Ivekmir: No…I started with a normal entreaty…but the rest is lost to my memory.
• Wulf: You spoke in Daedric and then Dovahzul, the language of dragons.
• Ivekmir: I do not know those languages.
• Wulf: Did anybody else hear Ivekmir?
• Rigmor: No. There was a lot of growling, howling, swearing, and other noises.
• Lydia: Nope. Not a word.
• Sarah: Me neither.
• Celestine: I was standing beside Ivekmir and did not hear a word.
• Wulf: It seems Lord Hircine wanted me to hear the rite. It will take some time for me to interpret the symbology used.
• Rigmor: Was the rite successful?
• Wulf: It seems so.
• Ivekmir: A penance has been served, and I have learned from this punishment. The Beast-God’s trial has weighed me with knowledge, with your arrival weighing further.
• Wulf: Do not contemplate who and what I am, Ivekmir. Lord Hircine would know something about me, but not all. The important thing is we helped you and your son.
• Ivekmir: I see your pack as you have seen mine. Lord Hircine recognises your contribution but offers no reward.
• Wulf: He has recognised our contribution and realises this outcome is all the reward we require.
• Ivekmir: I heard you reply to Uglog’s challenge.
• Wulf: I dislike fighting dragons, for when I defeat them, their souls are erased, and they cannot return next kalpa. However, I cannot allow Uglog to kill mortals.
• Ivekmir: I wish you well, Sir Wulf and Divine Knights.

We headed for the entrance of The Crypt of the Ever-Wyrm, passing an inert Word Wall.

Nords built the Crypt, so it was not surprising Draugr populated it.

These Draugr glowed aqua. Apart from that, they were identical to others we have encountered.

We eventually came to a large cavern where Uglog decided we would fight.

Uglog continuously summoned Draugr and moved. These tactics made it difficult to get close and damage him with my katana. When hit with Dragonrend, he would teleport to somewhere, recover and return.

We eventually wore him down with spells and arrows. I hit him with Dragonrend, and he crashed to the ground.

He died when we surrounded him and inflicted a huge amount of physical damage in seconds.

I absorbed Uglog’s soul. Sarah did not ask questions because Vayu ensured all Divine Knights were told of the process and its meaning.

We teleported to Raven Spring’s entrance and went to Lonely Griffon’s Retreat.

My Blinking over mountains shortened our trip considerably, and we soon came upon Lonely Griffon’s Retreat. We encountered no hostiles during the journey.

We expected to be challenged by sentries, but that was not to be.

A still-warm corpse suggested somebody was awake.

We entered unchallenged.

A guard yelled, “A large group of Witchmen is coming. Our scout barely returned alive, and we had to kill his single pursuer at our gate!”

“Are your Tyyr?”

“I might be.”

“We shall deal with the Witchmen, then you and I will chat.”

We moved up the trail a bit and waited.

I disposed of the first six Witchmen with Unrelenting Force.

The rest of the Witchmen started to run away, so we pursued them.

The Witchmen ran into some Exiles and were locked in a melee.

We killed both groups but saw more Witchmen fighting Aventurier and Evermorin soldiers.

Just after eliminating the last Witchmen, an Afflicted walked over to us.

The Aventurier burnt her to death, so I cut him down. Rigmor disposed of the soldier.

More Exiles arrived, and we disposed of them. Sometime earlier, Orsimer had been killed by one of the other factions.

• Wulf: Factions killing each other in mindless bloodlust sums up Evermore.
• Rigmor: Imagine this chaos across the entire kingdom.
• Sarah: The chaos would cross the border, Rigmor.
• Celestine: Other kingdoms would take advantage of a weakened Evermore.
• Wulf: Let us see if Tyyr has changed his tone in our absence.

We returned to Lonely Griffon’s Retreat and approached Tyyr.

• Wulf: Let us try again. Are you Tyyr?
• Tyyr: Who wants to know?
• Rigmor: Sir Wulf Welkynd, His Imperial Majesty’s Envoy to Evermore, asked you a question. I advise you to answer.
• Tyyr: Yeah, I am Tyyr. Ahh, great work. We thought we were goners until you came along.
• Wulf: Glad to help.
• Tyyr: Now you can return to those high walls and tell them about your good deed for the day.
• Wulf: Tyyr, I am here to retrieve a report on how this hamlet is fairing.
• Tyyr: This outpost fares well enough without any poncy types like you lot coming and sticking your noses in things.
• Rigmor: Change your tone, Tyyr!
• Tyyr: I cannot knock you after you stuck your necks out for us. Here, take it.
• Wulf: See, that was not so hard.
• Tyyr: Listen, while you hero types are here, you might be interested in something.
• Wulf: And what would that be?
• Tyyr: We got word from The Exiled that something of value is stowed away within the caverns. For a share of its value, would you be interested in seeing what those degenerates have been talking about?
• Wulf: Sorry, we have more important matters than delving for trinkets.
• Tyyr: Fair enough, you coward. There could be a fortune within those depths. I will rope in some other suckers who can swing a sword.
• Wulf: Have you heard about the Daedric attack on Raven Spring?
• Tyyr: Yeah, what of it?
• Wulf: The poncy types behind me fought Daedra for thirteen hours while I traversed Oblivion. Before that, we stopped the Redguard Corsair’s invasion of Evermore, retook Deepcrag and ended Grey Belmor’s curse.
• Rigmor: Sir Wulf recently stopped everyone from being enslaved by another powerful mortal.
• Celestine: We defended Morthal and Solitude from other Daedric invasions.
• Lydia: We defeated Ulfric Stormcloak and The New Order.
• Wulf: I stopped another Daedric Prince from enslaving all mortals.
• Celestine: We defended many cities and towns from dragons.
• Lydia: We defeated Alduin and prevented him from enslaving all mortals.
• Rigmor: You have your life and liberty because we poncy types and His Excellency risked our lives and faced nightmares that would reduce you to a blubbering mess! How dare you call us cowards!
• Wulf: I lost three good friends in the defence of Raven Spring. I question their sacrifice when I meet people such as you, Tyyr. But I cannot blame you. The nobles of Evermore are not like us or those in other kingdoms and provinces. Your attitude would be justified if speaking to one of them.
• Tyyr: I…I am sorry….

I turned my back on Tyyr and said, “Divine Knights, I have had enough for today. We shall continue our work tomorrow.”

They gathered around, and we teleported into Mara’s Rest.

I was weary.