Year 173, the Fourth Era.
Frost Moon.
20th.
The war that spread across the entire continent became more intense. Even Nandoni Berian, who was deep in the frontier territory, felt the approaching chaos.
The Chief Prophet was awakened from his meditation. The warnings from the future are becoming more cloudy, and it seems that some kind of force is preventing this great prophet from peeking through the long river of time to see what is about to happen. This led to her becoming the goddess of art and beauty, what we call the Lady of Joy: Dibella - the goddess who helped Perenarna defeat the elven sorcerer Umoril and attend the Holy Alesia The uprising ended the rule of the Ayleid elves. (This period is the end of the Elven Era, around 242-243 years of the First Era) - It is extremely rare in the 100 years of the chief prophet of Skyrim. This made her feel a little uneasy.
She tried to pray to the gods, but DiBella's instructions were trivial and obscure. Even if she was as wise as the chief prophet, it would take a lot of effort to discern the true trajectory of destiny from countless fragmentary pictures. Even what she saw may not be what she wanted.
However, regarding the war in the South, she saw a not so happy ending. "I don't understand. If war is inevitable, then where should we go?" Nandoni Berrian looked at the statue and fell into uneasiness.
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Frost Moon.
21st.
Cyrodiil.
Chardinhull City.
Due to wars and years of persecution, the once-famous Dark Brotherhood has now declined. Except for Alisanne Dupree who still insists on the old ways, not many people in the entire Brotherhood are pursuing the voice of the Night Mother anymore. But even so, the Brotherhood still has an influence unmatched by other organizations.
Whenever someone in this world needs to murder, eliminate competitors, or do something bad, people will always think of this evil organization that once caused huge waves on the mainland.
And the elders of the Brotherhood headed by Alisanne Dupree will always say: We will make the voice of the Night Mother the sacred sound of the night again.
On this day, according to some ancient covenant, a mysterious man approached the Brotherhood located underground in Xia Dingheer.
Alisanne Dupre carefully looked at the covenant in her hand and confirmed that it was indeed issued by the former brotherhood. So, she waved away the guards in red cloaks and reclined on the sofa in a lazy posture, letting her black silk robe fall to the ground, revealing a pair of long snow-white legs.
"We thought that not many people would remember the Night Mother's holy voice anymore, but obviously, as long as people still have ambitions, the Brotherhood will never disappear. What do you think?"
The mysterious man did not look at the attractive body of this dangerous listener, but said coldly: "As my master requires, we are willing to pay enough gold coins in exchange for the hands and feet of the Night Mother, and come to Markarth." .”
"The Brotherhood doesn't kill just for gold coins." Alisanne Dupree let out a charming laugh. "We further honor Mephala. Killing the chief prophet of the Lord of Joy, well, although this is not a It’s an exciting task, but for people on this continent, it’s not too bad to be able to remember the sacred voice of the Night Mother.”
"So, you agreed?" the mysterious man said.
"You will get what you want." Alisanne Dupree said elegantly, raising a glass of Cerro Dirich brandy, "but remember, the price of brotherhood is far more than you think."
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Starry Night and Moon.
Wednesday.
Except for the month he was on the road, Fayero had been wandering around in Macas for more than ten days. He has found out all the information about the target, and an assassination plan has been formed in his mind. He met an idiot on the road, and together they infiltrated Markas as mercenaries heading to the capital of the Frontier Territory to pan for gold.
No one noticed him, because the situation in the border area was becoming increasingly chaotic. Riots among the Rich people in the former frontier fortress territory are almost inevitable. Many 'speculators' like him flooded into Markarth. As long as you give the guards a few Septim gold coins, they will almost never ask you where you come from.
But his plan ended up going a little awry.
"This is so stupid." Fayero was almost desperate when he saw his 'companion' stupidly waving his fists and attacking the strange, scary man. But soon a new plan formed within him.
"If I get injured, then I can justifiably enter the temple of Lady Joy." Fayero used his honed skills to minimize the damage he suffered when fighting that terrible opponent.
He succeeded.
Fayero successfully infiltrated the Temple of DiBella.
But he also almost failed.
The formidable opponent nearly kicked him in the stomach. If the target hadn't foolishly healed him, he would have had trouble even standing up.
"But no matter what, Night Mother, this continent will eventually recall your voice again."
Seeing the dagger in his hand piercing the target's heart, the dead man from the Dark Brotherhood could hardly help laughing.
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Starry Night and Moon.
Wednesday.
Night.
"Lord Prophet."
A voice interrupted the Chief Seer's meditation. Nandoni recognized the voice of Sister Hamal, a red-haired child who was the second-ranking priest in the Temple of Dibella in Markas City. Nandoni said calmly: "My child, if you don't lead other sisters to do their homework, why will this happen?"
Hamar said humbly through the brass gate: "A bad fight occurred in the city, and the injured were sent to the temple. But Ms. Joy is here, and one of them was too seriously injured. None of the other sisters in the order could cure him without leaving sequelae.”
The small prayer room belonging to the prophet was silent, and it seemed that no news was heard from the people outside.
The second priest with red hair and a skinny face did not dare to neglect at all. He still tied his hands respectfully to his chest, lowered his head, and waited quietly. The purple pattern of the priest's robe made of fine linen gave off a different kind of seductive light in the firelight.
Squeak.
The prayer room door was opened. The chief prophet, who was as beautiful as a child, appeared in front of Hamal. She was wearing a simple white priest's uniform, with a fine linen belt tied around her waist, which made her slender waist even softer. The mark of the Lady of Pleasure, unmarked by any other gorgeous ornament. There are obvious differences from other sisters in the Sisters.
"May the Holy Spirit protect us." The prophet glanced at her, "Everyone is a subject of the Holy Spirit, and it is our duty to take care of her lambs for God."
Hamal bowed his head and greeted the Prophet. She looked so respectful that the Chief Prophet did not see the deep jealousy and resentment in the eyes of the Sisters of the Sisters.
They walked up the winding stone steps and arrived at the temple above. Then he walked through the corridor of torches and braziers and walked into the outer room where believers' affairs were handled and the wounded were treated. There are already several nuns here who are dressed in fine linen similar to Hamal's but embroidered with purple patterns.
"Lady Joy bless you and me," they saluted the Chief Prophet.
"Lady Joy bless you and me," Nandoni said with a smile. She walked to the stone couch aside and stared at the wounded in Sister Hamal's mouth. "Is it them?"
"That's them." Hamar replied. "Men are always stupid and impulsive and resort to violence for trivial matters, and this is their fate. One of them had a completely broken jaw. We suspect that his brain It is very likely that they turned into paste. As for the other person, most of his intestines were broken. Clayber from the Silver Blood Inn below the city sent people to take them to the temple."
Nandoni carefully examined the injuries of the two poor people and had to admit that Sister Hamal's diagnosis was extremely correct. Fortunately, the unfortunate guy who was holding his stomach and wailing was not going to die for the time being. But another one.
"Did they fight the giant?" the chief prophet asked in amazement.
Hamal said softly: "No, it is said that he is just one person."
"Alone?" Nandoni blinked, and for the first time an "interesting" expression appeared on that delicate and beautiful face.
"Yes, indeed," said the second priest.
Nandoni was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about what kind of person could be so brave. Yes, she also discovered that the two injured people now were not rude farmers and miners. The calluses on their hands and the muscles on their bodies all proved that they were two mercenaries who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Of course, you can also call them robbers. After all, in this world, mercenaries and bandits often mean the same thing.
"Your caution is correct." The chief prophet raised his hand, and a soft magical light emitted from his fingers as smooth as finely carved moonstone. "This man's injuries are indeed serious. Di Bella, I hope his brain has not completely turned into a puddle of water."
She carefully explored the head of the first injured person, as gently as a lover's touch.
As early as a long time ago, people discovered that the human mind is an extremely sensitive and fragile part. Even powerful healing techniques cannot completely heal a person's brain after the brain has suffered irreparable trauma; if not, the third The Mad King of the Era, Pelagius, would not gradually fall into madness due to brain trauma (some say it was caused when he was born), and eventually became a famous figure in Tamriel. The Crazy Emperor - Therefore, Nandoni used magic power to repair the injured parts as carefully as possible, so that he would not wake up and become a poor man who could not take care of himself.
Gradually, a thin drop of sweat slowly appeared on the chief prophet's beautiful face. The red light representing healing replaced the orange fire in the stone hall.
"It seems that Julianos is not going to take away his wisdom yet." The chief prophet put down his hand and showed a tired smile, "I hope that next time he fights with others, he will remember to choose an opponent who can match him."
The other sisters immediately came forward to help the prophet.
"No need." Nandoni said, "The key to curing him is to avoid the nerves in the human brain, and then use magic to repair the damaged parts." The prophet spread the tips of this treatment to the members of the Sisters, maybe they When encountering the same incident in the future, you will not be helpless.
But light.
The prophet's efforts may be destined to be a futile effort, because there are not many people in the Sisters today who are willing to truly discipline themselves and implement the teachings. They value the Lady of Joy's other authority more.
"Now that this fool is out of the way," Hamal said, "we can take care of the other one."
Nandoni sighed in her heart and ignored the nuns who were trapped in lust and gold coins. She held on to her tiredness and said: "Since our Lord allowed us to meet today, maybe it is me who fulfills my duty." when."
Then she walked over to the other poor guy, leaned down, and used her healing power to treat the guy whose intestines were suspected to be broken. His injuries were obviously much lighter than those of his companions, and the chief prophet's energy could not help but be much more relaxed.
At this moment, the mercenary who was moaning in pain suddenly opened his eyes and took out a dark dagger from his arms. As fast as a bouncing poisonous snake, he stabbed it in before anyone had time to react. into the heart of the chief prophet.
"Bright!"
The chief prophet let out a cry of despair, and the power of Mephla, another Daedra lord from the plane of annihilation, the god of murder and conspiracy, passed through the dagger and destroyed her almost instantly. heart.
The moment the assassin's dagger stabbed out, the second priest immediately retreated quickly and disappeared into the dim stone passage of the temple in the blink of an eye. The remaining sisters of the Sisters looked at the murder taking place in front of them with horrified faces, their hands and feet were cold.
Therefore, the chief prophet of the frontier fortress, who was favored and blessed by Dibella, one of the Nine Holy Spirits, the powerful goddess of art, beauty, and lust, immediately knew that this was a conspiracy!
Someone in the temple is in cahoots with the Dark Brotherhood!
And the goal is yourself!
Thinking of the uneasiness she felt during these days and the veiled warnings given to her by the gods, she understood that she could no longer escape.
"My God! Avenge me! Forgive me, O light!"
At the last moment before his death, this powerful Dibella priest burst out with extremely bright light. Her body turned into flames, and the flames turned into a liquid glare. The energy pouring down from the light world turned into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, hitting the Dibella Temple directly. The eyes of all those who saw it up close were burnt.
The beam of light penetrated the earth's crust. The rocks it touched instantly turned into steam. The ground shook like a giant beast in extreme pain. In just one heartbeat, the light beam connecting heaven and earth disappeared. But the Dibella Temple that originally stood on the highest peak of Markas City suddenly disappeared like flying ashes. Together with the dead soldier of the Dark Brotherhood and the fallen Sisters, everything turned into nothingness.
The entire sky, as well as the city-states east of Hammerfell and High Rock, saw this terrible scene. From north to south, from east to west, hurricanes roared in, snapping tree trunks like dead branches. The bulging mountains soar toward the sky amid the screams and roars of nature.
Finally, the wind stopped, but the earth was still shaking. Nandoni Berian left no trace. The place where she originally stood has now become a huge crater several miles deep and hundreds of meters wide, almost splitting the city of Markarth into two.
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