CHAPTER 11
DURING THE EVENTS OF CHAPTER 5
BLOATED MAN’S GROTTO
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she could feel it. High above her; the moon had turned blood red. Stepping out into the clearing Kinja took a moment to look around. she wasn't alone. Dozens of fellow khajiits and other hunters had begun to gather. Moving through the clearing Kinja made her way towards the set of ancient stone stairs. But before she’d even reached them she stopped. Her nose had found a scent that didn't belong. Lifting her lips in a hiss Kinja turned towards a small group of hunters that were set further back than the rest. she could smell it, the taint in their bodies. They did not carry the blood of a wolf like she and so many of her master’s followers did. But instead of blood of leeches and bats. Reaching for her bow Kinja flinched when she felt her master’s voice echo in her mind. “leave them. they have followed my words for longer than you. And they have earned their place at my side.” Kinja gave them one last glare before turning and ascending up the ancient stairway. Pushing aside a curtain of hanging moss Kinja paused long enough to remove all her armor of clothing, including the savior’s hide she had been given by her master.
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Folding the ancient armor Kinja set the armor near the moss curtain before turning back to her goal, the large shrine she had built for her master. Kneeling down in front of it, Kinja spoke. “master, I have come. What is it you wish from this hunter?” Kinja got her answer when the sound of a twig being broken made her turn around; a familiar sight met her gaze. A white stag stood in the clearing waiting for her. standing up Kinja watched as the stag took of bounding out of the clearing and into the sacred sections of the cavern. Walking to the large archway Kinja felt her blood begin to boil. Her blood burned and writhed like some kind of possessed animal. She could feel her body warping, twisting, and changing. Turning her into her werewolf form. Letting out a savage howl Kinja took off after the stag and easily caught up to it. Taking pity on the pour creature Kinja struck out at the beast and with one swipe of her massive claws sent it into the next world.
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Before the stag’s body had even hit the ground Kinja watched as the ethereal version of the stag appeared and looked at her. and when it spoke it used her master’s voice. “it is good to see that your hunting skills have not gone lax. But that is not why you’re here. Hmm…….. this might work better if you can talk.” Kinja watched as the stag stepped forward and prodded her shoulder with one of its antlers. Instantly her blood cooled and Kinja felt a tremble run through her body as the unkempt werewolf fur retracted back under her own fur. “now as I was saying. Something is coming……a battle unlike any other this world has ever known, or can even comprehend.” Kinja nodded. “what would you have me do?” “go to Jorrvaskr. Ask those with my gift if they are still loyal to me. Then travel to the shrines of Hermaeus Mora, Namira, and Peryite. Converse with their statues and tell them, it is time to greet the elder soul.” Kinja nodded, and bowed one last time before turning from the stag spirit.
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“know this my champion, when the time comes, should you fall in the upcoming battle; I will keep my promise to you. I know the devotion you have to me, and I will not let such loyalty go unrewarded.” As Kinja walked away a single tear fell from her whiskers.
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PRESENT DAY
ASUM’S POV
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Asum nervously gripped his dagger. With his back pressed against the wall he nervously listened to the voices that were coming from the room on the other side of the wall he was leaning against. He’d seemed to have come in at the middle of the conversation. “well at least my followers aren’t a bunch of furries!” “no your followers are a bunch of creeps who eat corpses, cause they can't be bothered to go on a real hunt.” The sound of snickering met Asum’s ears, a moment later both voices that had spoke before shouted. “shut up peryrite!” after another moment a deep voice spoke, each word seem to shake the air slightly. “it might interest the rest of you to know that the guest of honor has arrived. Step forward Asum, we’ve been waiting for you.” Asum swallowed his heart which had jumped into his throat.
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Trembling Asum straightened up and slowly walked forward into the room. As he stepped through the doorway his eyes glanced around the room. On one side of the room a cabinet and a wardrobe stood against the wall, and in an adjacent room Asum could make out some kind of summoning alter. But his eyes were drawn from the alter to the individuals who had been arguing before he had stepped in. nearest him, and short elf stood. He wore a huntsmen outfit similar to what Asum knew to be popular in cyodil. On the elf’s back Asum could make out a daedric bow. Turning from the elf, Asum’s eyes fell on the second person in the room. This person was not so much a person as a billowing cloud of darkness that was in the general form of a person. Not far past them…….Asum’s eyes widened as they fell upon a small dragon that was curled up next to the fireplace and seemed to be basking in the heat of the flames. And finally Asum turned to face a bear which seemed to be nothing but a glowing blue orb that hovered in the air.
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After a moment the elf spoke. “relax Asum. If we’d wanted to hurt you we would have done so already.” Asum did not relax, if anything he held his dagger a little bit tighter. “who are you?” the elf smiled and bowed his head slightly. “fair enough, you don’t spend much time around daedra of their coverters. I am hircine lord and master of the hunt, the black cloud is namira goddess of decay and, the dragon that’s acting like a dog is peryite, and the blue orb is Hermaeus Mora.” Asum felt his blood chill. Daedra…..really living honest to god daedras. And they were all staring at him. “what….what…..what……….what do you want?” this time it was the floating blue orb that ‘spoke. “You.” Flinching backwards Asum brought his dagger up in front of him, although this movement was made less impressive because his hands were shaking horribly.
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Asum watched as Namira left her spot against the wall and seemed to glide towards him. Asum watched amazed and horrified as the blade of his steel dagger plunged into Namira’s black billowing body for a moment. When Namira glided backwards the blade left her body. Asum’s eyes widened, as he found the once clean, sharp and pristine blade was now rusted, dull and spotted. Looking up Asum dropped the dagger he had been holding, and flinched slightly as the blade dissolved into dust. “now that that is out of the way, listen up Asum.” Asum gulped but looked at the billowing form of Namira. “this artifact that the mortals have uncovered this…….eye of Magnus. It’s powerful, more powerful than the mortals know. So powerful in fact it has weakened the barriers between Nirn and oblivion. and allow those here now, to create……the rudimentary forms you see before you. But we are not the only ones. Others are waking up, and they are less friendly then we are.”
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Asum felt his scales prickle. He’d heard stories about the daedra during the oblivion crisis. “but……what does this have to do with me?” Asum watched as the others seemed to look at ach other before more spoke again. “you Asum are the key to defeating the others and sealing them in oblivion until the next cycle starts again.” Asum took a step backwards. “me? How……I’m not…….i can't……..how can I stop them?” mora chuckled, and Asum felt his scales prickle again. “The only reason this was able to happen was because the eye was reacting to one of the daedra that was already here in Nirn. One of which may be standing before us.” For a long moment no one spoke. Then Asum felt his eyes widen. “WHAT?!”
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OKAN’S POV
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His body was numb. Slowly his eyes opened and closed, and yet he saw nothing. He could feel some small fire in his stomach but the rest of his body was cold. And yet……..he could hear something. So long echoing creaking that reminded him a little of the sounds of the bog trees swaying in the breezes back in blackmarsh. Making an effort Okan forced his eyes open, so he could look around. At first everything was blurry, then slowly things began to come into focus; and as it did Okan opened his mouth and let out a horrified scream. He was hanging; his wrists and ankles were bound by large vines. Even as he struggled against them he could feel the vines tightening around him, pulling his arms and legs apart. A moment later he began to gasp as a vine wrapped around his neck, preventing him from looking around. his struggling soon stopped as he felt a small tremor in the vines. Slowly this tremor began to grow and soon Okan’s eyes snapped upwards.
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Something was moving above him. straining his eyes upwards Okan felt his blood run cold as the thing that was moving began to come into focus. Okan screamed again. The thing above him looked like something out of a nightmare. And it’s giant single red slitted eye was staring directly at him as it came closer and closer.
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AN: WELL FOLKS. CHAPTER 11 IS UP AND DONE.
SO WHAT ARE THE DAEDRIC LORDS UP TO?
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO OKAN?
COMMENTS AND REVIEWS ARE WANTED AND NEEDED.