My name is Akatosh,
I messed up three Dark Brotherhood businesses.
——4e, year 201, last seed month, 30th, 23:17——
Desion Avicus is a Moth Priest traveling in Skyrim.
This strangely named priest group does not pray to any Holy Spirit or Demon God, and is not responsible to any force. They live in the library of the White Gold Tower in the Imperial Capital Province all year round, training their spirits day after day, hoping to be able to transcend the ancient times. The contents of the scroll were used to protect the emperor.
Even if the training goes well, ordinary priests will have to be at least fifty years old before they can successfully complete the Ancient Scroll. Before that, they can also gather a large number of "ancestral holy moths" and use their wing-beating frequency to block the backlash of the Ancient Scroll. Therefore, Named "Holy Moth Priest".
The appearance of the Elder Scroll is a huge metal scroll that is as tall as a person and written by an unknown person. There have been many copies in the history of Tamriel, and most of them have been collected in the White Gold Tower Library to wait for the Holy Moth Priests.
If an ordinary unqualified person opens the Elder Scroll, his or her eyesight will be temporarily destroyed by a burst of dazzling light, and it will take about two or three days to recover. Those with qualifications but insufficient training may see broken words and meaningless pictures after opening it, and then He will completely forget what he saw during the severe headache that lasts for a week. Only after hard training or under the protection of the ancestor's holy moth can he see the specific content from the ancient scrolls.
The content of each Elder Scroll is different. If the same scroll is opened by different people, or the same person opens it at different times, what they see will not be repeated. In most cases, what they see is meaningless. In fact, in rare cases, someone will just comply with the request of the person. If you insist on seeing what you want and continue, even if you have qualifications or the protection of the holy moth, it is very likely to cause serious consequences of blindness.
Desion Ivicus is fifty-two years old this year and has been able to learn the Elder Scrolls. As a Nord, he hopes to find a way to stop the civil war in Skyrim Province in the Elder Scrolls. For this purpose, he will continue to work even if he is blind. But just as he was about to take action, his mentor, a priest-elder who became blind in order to find out from the Elder Scrolls the end of the war between the Empire and the Thalmor, stopped him.
"You have been away from Skyrim for a long time. What should you do if you read a noun on a scroll that you have no idea of its meaning?" The elder who had traveled throughout Tamriel said before revealing how to defeat Thalmor. "I My suggestion is that since you have made up your mind, you might as well go back to Skyrim to understand its specific changes, so that you can clearly record the solution before losing your vision."
In the end, Desion accepted the elders' advice and came to Skyrim Province with Princess Emilia who was going to "counter-rebellion". After that, he refused the protection of the sharp-eyed eagle and began to travel alone, intending to finally see with his own eyes. Take a look at this long-lost hometown.
Although the Stormcloaks were very afraid of the identity of the Holy Moth Priest and did not dare to take action, some people still felt that he was in the way. Desion stopped and looked at the few men in black robes who silently surrounded him from a distance.
This is the wilderness of Richland, far away from any towns and villages, so no matter what happens here, it is impossible to attract the attention of others.
"Desion Ivicus," one of the men in black robes said, sounding like an older man: "We have no enmity against you, we are here just because someone paid to make you die. .”
"The Morag Gang?" Desion tried to name the most famous assassination organization in Tamriel.
"How can such a weak organization be compared with us?" the other party replied.
It was an assassination organization that was only established in Skyrim Province and had little experience. Desion instantly came to the conclusion, but it was meaningless at the moment. Since the other party showed murderous intentions, it was impossible not to take action. Fortunately, this organization The information seems to be wrong. He thinks that because he has the name of "priest" and is wearing priest's robes, he is really a priest? The few people sent had a dark and cold magical aura about them. That kind of magic was indeed quite restraining to ordinary priests, but——
chain lightning
The other party is talking to De Xiang to delay time, but is De Xiang not the same? He raised his hand and unleashed a blazing white chain lightning, which penetrated without any hindrance the dark red shields gathered on the bodies of the men in black robes, electrifying them all into the air.
Lightning Rune
The next moment, complex electric currents drew a triggering barrier on the ground. After the men in black robes landed, they were once again knocked away by the burst of lightning, but one figure seemed to have avoided it in time.
"Didn't you say he was just an ordinary priest?! Damn it!" Desion heard the previous speaker curse angrily, while the other men in black robes seemed to be shocked and speechless, and only made hoho sounds.
"Obviously your employer's information is wrong. You seem to be fine, but shouldn't it be time to consider retreating?" Two consecutive large-scale magics made Desion feel a little weak, so he tried to persuade the other party to retreat.
"We can settle the accounts with them later." The remaining man in black robe lifted up his hood, revealing a ferocious old face, and then raised his hands high: "Now, for the sake of the 'Dark Brotherhood' and me 'Festus Clerks' credibility, you must die."
Trouble, Desion looked at the dark red magic energy gathered in Festus' hand with a solemn expression. He announced his name, but he did not intend to give himself a way out, and the power of that magic was only limited by the scale of the energy it gathered. It can be seen that it is definitely not something that can be blocked by any barrier. In addition, they were sent flying a little far before, so even if they wanted to interrupt, they couldn't do it——
"Just turn it over from the inside out! Priest!" Festus threw the dark red light mass in his hand at Desion.
implosion
Desion tried to interfere or run away, but all were ineffective. Although the red light was not fast, it followed him closely like tarsal gangrene. If he was really touched, he had no doubt that he would be like the other party. He said "turn over", and in the end, with almost no other option, he even began to pray to the Holy Spirit, whom he had never believed in.
Holy Spirit, I have not stopped the civil war in Skyrim Province, and I must not die here——
The real thing is 'I don't usually burn incense, I just do it temporarily'
Desion seemed to hear a girl's voice speaking some strange language, but he didn't seem to hear it. For a moment, he even wondered if he was scared crazy, but the next moment, he completely lost control of his body, inexplicably He turned around and waved, and a man in black robe who fell to the ground flew to him.
telekinesis
Boom! ! The red light ball that followed closely hit the man in black robes accurately. He exploded from the inside out without any warning, but no blood spattered at all.
"What the hell! These are those vampires! The contract is void!" Festus's weak but angry voice sounded, and he quickly moved away.
Indeed, it is impossible for ordinary forces to know his identity. The only ones who would want to touch him are those "foreign objects" lurking under the calm waters of Skyrim Province. Desion thought while using the fire destruction spell to kill him. The vampires who fell to the ground also solemnly thanked the being who had just saved him.
no respond.
——23:29——
Folsom is a typical Nord burly man who is also an adventurer, mercenary, builder, messenger and even a farm worker.
He does not belong to any organization, and wanders around Skyrim with his sword, shield and chain mail. As long as it is a labor of strength and there is a suitable reward, he will not hesitate to accept the commission, although due to physical reasons , he couldn't help at all with missions that required covert operations, but he still gained a fairly good title of "Fearless One" in the mercenary circle of Skyrim Province.
Although some people suspect that he is a deserter from the Imperial Regiment or the Stormcloaks, so they have never dared to settle somewhere, but even if this is true, the two sides who are busy fighting for territory will not have time to deliberately catch a deserter. return.
Therefore, if there are no accidents, he will eventually retire as a slightly famous adventurer, settle in a peaceful city, marry a wife who likes him, and have several children who will listen to him brag about his past experiences. child.
——If there are no accidents.
"Wait, wait, wait -" In the corner of Rift Valley City, the fearless Feltham fell to the ground and retreated on his hands and knees, but his speed was unflattering: "I don't remember provoking you - "
But the target he was evading in a panic was a little girl in a sarong who looked to be only seven or eight years old. Her appearance was very cute - if you didn't look at her blood-red eyes and those sharp canine teeth.
"People like you are the most troublesome," the little girl said. Although her clear voice and lively tone were consistent with her age, there was a sense of vicissitudes of life inexplicably: "You take on any task, and after you finish it, you turn around and forget about it. Even if I tell you about my employer and the reason why he wants your life, you will definitely not be able to remember it."
"No, no, no, no, I can remember!" Fusham shouted: "It must have been about the renovation of the villa before. Those two guys didn't look like a couple, and they specifically asked to leave a secret door. I should have thought of it earlier. Yes! How much do they pay you? I'll double it, then go find the 'face sculptor' and make sure Folsom the Fearless disappears forever—"
"Ah, I didn't expect such gossip." The girl blinked her scarlet eyes and shook her head from side to side: "It's a pity that you guessed wrong."
"No, it's impossible. I never do things that will result in being silenced later!" Feltham defended hastily. Those who think he is just a reckless man without any scheming will be surprised if they hear this.
"Well - I'll just tell you," the girl grinned: "You previously moved a batch of fir trees to sell to a person who wanted to build a new house, didn't you? Those 'firs' are actually all 'tree spirits' "
"Hell, hell -" Folsom's face was full of despair.
"Although your previous proposal was very good, the other party is obviously targeting you. The 'Facial Sculptor' is already being watched by people from the Thieves Guild they hired." The girl looked at Futsum who gave up resistance and seemed a little uncomfortable. Happy: "Huh, forget it, I'll give you the honor of knowing my name before I die. My name is——"
With a click, the fangs bit through the neck of the strong Nord man. He turned into a mummy almost instantly, while the girl ran away shouting "It's so spicy! It's so hot!"
"'Babet'" A moment later, the shriveled corpse turned into a human again, but both body shape and appearance had completely changed. At this time, he looked like a thin Breton man, subconsciously murmuring a Name, looking around blankly.
who I am? where am I? What should I do?
You are a lone thief wandering around major cities. After you came to the Rift Valley, you found that you had no way to start and you were about to leave. And your name is 'Zaid of the Base', poof - a certain voice sounded.
It turns out that Futsum, no, Zaid staggered out of the deserted alley.
——23:50——
“Hoho—!” “Ah—ha!”
At the Khajiit caravan camp near Windhelm City, a huge shirtless Nord was fighting against another extremely agile Khajiit.
The two sides were fighting in a way that the trembling caravan members could not understand - without any weapons, they only used fists, feet, elbows, shoulders, knees and other parts to attack each other, and were blocked by the other side using similar fighting methods. Blocking or fighting back, the actions and reactions are all extremely fast. If you are even slightly distracted, you can only hear the sound of gas explosions coming from the fighting place but can't see the figures clearly.
Bang bang! boom! The two sides clashed again, then jumped back at the same time, standing opposite each other at a distance. Since the Khajiit had claws to use, the strong Nord man had many bleeding marks on his body, which made him look more embarrassed, but the blood spilling from the corners of the eyes and mouth of the dark-furred Khajiit proved that he It's never easy either.
"Wa, Washa -" the leader of the caravan was an elderly tiger woman. She stood up tremblingly and said, "Do you owe this gentleman money? Pay it back quickly. If it's not enough, I have it here." .”
"Huh, money? This gentleman probably wants his life." The tiger man known as Varsha stared at the strong Nord man opposite: "It must be Aunt Puffy, what are you selling to humans who shouldn't be selling it?" , this despicable race always wants to silence all those who know about it after doing something dirty."
"Ha, if you don't bother, they can't silence me yet," the strong Nord man who heard the tiger man's words laughed loudly: "In addition, regarding the contract of your caravan, the commission did not indicate that silence must be silenced, but I just asked to take you back. I originally doubted your worth, but now I understand."
"Ha, are they really those guys who hold the so-called 'underground arena'?" Varsha made a strange starting move, and even the aura around him was a bit stronger: "The seventh generation descendant of Saya style, Tiger Human warrior monk Vasa is here to ask for advice!"
"Hey, then, there is no school. I only fight with intuition. Iron Boyon of the Dark Brotherhood, fight with all my strength - oooh -!" Following Iron Boyon's words, he felt fast The ground grew black fur, and after struggling to say the last words, it transformed into a huge and burly werewolf.
Boom! The two sides collided again.
Wow, a battle between cats and dogs? Potato chips Potato chips -
Although both sides seemed to vaguely hear some strange noises, they were quickly forgotten due to the fierce battle.
