Eedgray Estate

[Snowfrost]

Mathelar stood over the last boar man, daggers dripping blood. For a moment the battle stilled, all eyes on Mathelar, who narrowed his eyes. Mathelar got into a stance, daggers at the ready.

"Come at me then!! Come for my blood!!!" Mathelar roared.

Every servant, and guard rushed at him, the Ferranos forgotten, took the advantage of the lack of attention from the opposing forces, and started hacking away those near them.

Mathelar's daggers bloodied from blade to hilt, Mathelar's clothing himself was spotted with the blood of his enemies. While he himself was a ghost, weaving upon the rushing masses as they moved back and forth.

For the whole mass of enemies located him, lost sight of him, and located him again, while he weaved through them...An neverending cycle of cat and mouse. Both Mathelar wasn't one without injury, he had nicks, grazes, and shallow cuts he let himself receive in favor of disposing of his enemy.

[Snowfrost]

After all, he was being delayed by the mobs of servants and sporadic guards. His main objective was to reach, and stop Eedgray from his goal, whatever that would be.

Yet, Mathelar couldn't stop from feeling a sense of foreboding, and impending disaster would reach him and everyone he knew. After all, 100% of these gut feelings were right, and judging by how big the feeling was...Mathelar only hoped it wouldn't be as big as he felt it...

[Hans Messer]

(These are good*gets popcorn) *

[Snowfrost]

Fera swung Mathelar's right hand over her shoulders, as he almost fell down to his knees, exhausted. Her bloodied trident laid on the grass, so she could carry his weight as he leaned down heavily on her, deep gasps of air were heard as Mathelar tried to regain his breath. Blood matted his fur down, several open gashes were seen through his arms, as well as nicks, flesh wounds, etc...

Bodies were strewned all over the blood fed plains, both of mindless and loyal Imperial servants, guards, and that of Determined Ferranos. Miraculously the Ferranos and Mathelar won the battle, after he had decimated the two Boar leaders, a slight chain command that was present over the mindless horde had broken.

Mathelar regained his breath, still unable to stand without assistance, "What is the death toll?" he asked her, his voice strained, and yet calm. "Probably in the hundreds when the bodies of both forces are joined, though their forces were completely decimated, while we still retained a few dozen of Ferranos" she answered, while the few dozen Ferranos organized in front of them, patches of enemies blood were seen splattered on their fur.

[Snowfrost]

Mathelar stood on his own, nodding at Fera, who let him go as he stood on unstable legs, but nonetheless stood. Mathelar looked at the sky, and then looked at Fera.

"Fera" he said, "Yes?" she asked. "Go, far away...Go far away from here" he said, she looked perplexed, "Why?" she asked him. Mathelar smiled at her, she shivered, "Why? ...I have a feeling that something catastrophic will happen, and I want you and your people to escape from the potential disaster" he answered.

"Bu-" "No buts, Fera...Now get, I don't want the death of you and your people in my guilty conscience" he said, "Mathelar" she whispered as she walked up to him. He raised an eyebrow at her; Fera leaned into him, and hugged him.

Flinching at her contact, "You’re not alone, Mathelar" she whispered to him in his ear. She then looked at him, "You've done so much for me and my people, in the span of a few short hours, and for that we'll always help you" she said, several Ferranos at this point nodded and voiced their agreement.

Fera continued looking at him, Deep Blue eyes meeting Crimson tinged Golden eyes. Mathelar looked away, but Fera's hands guided his face back at her, she leaned in, "You’re not alone" she repeated as she lightly kissed him on the cheek, Mathelar eyes widened.

'Think carefully about what you will say now, whelp' IT chimed in, 'IT, what should I say to change her mind' Mathelar mentally said to him. He continued, 'I don't want her and her people to be in danger'.

'Whelp! Listen, and listen well...Any person who gets their freedom handed to them, by a stranger with nothing to give in return, will almost pledge loyalty to that person...YOU are now that stranger' IT stated. 'Don't try arguing, accept her and her people's help, because knowing Eedgray, you'll need it' IT said.

Mathelar sighed, "...Fine, Fera...But every single one of you will follow my orders, to the letter" he stated, Fera nodded while the Ferranos nodded and agreed.

[Snowfrost]

After saying that, was when he felt and heard it, which soon the whole group could feel. Trembling, Mathelar separated himself from Fera as he tried localizing where the trembling came from, he looked at the horizon and that's when he saw it.

A march, the trembling was caused by a march. And only a for- No an ARMY, could generate that much marching to tremble from afar. Suddenly the trembling grew bigger from behind the group.

Mathelar looked back, and saw it was the same group of Argonians who had kept IT at bay while the unknown Demonic Swordsman and himself fought IT. An Argonian ran up to him from the force, "Greetings, Snowfrost" he said.

The Argonian had normal reptilian scales, typical Argonian scale coloring; that being somewhat between brown and red. He had more of a reptile look than amphibian, a scar went down from the top of his left eye to his cheek. He wore moderate medium armor, and a dangerous looking spear stood besides him, at full height a considerable feet considering the Argonian stood a massive 7 1/2 feet.

"You must be wondering why me and my battalion are here, correct?" the Argonian said, Mathelar nodded. "You have stood against the Elder Council, your race's spiritual leader, The Mane, and that of the Dark Elves of the Vvardenfall Region, The Nerevarine," he paused, and continued, "And are still breathing, and living, Might I add...Something that in my life I've dreamed for years to accomplish".

"After you left the Imperial City, I decided on something, Me and my battalion agree on" the Argonian said as the Argonian battalion neared, "We pledge loyalty to you, Snowfrost...We pledge loyalty because you are a Khajiit who will do extraordinary things, you will take action heedless of what the Elder Council decides, nor what they say...You are a Khajiit with Honor, and a future me and my brethren wish to help create" the Argonian said as his battalion stopped behind him, roaring their loyalty to him.

Mathelar sighed, 'That's nice, more people for me to worry about' he thought sarcastically, 'Whelp they're battle hardened warriors, they only need to know that you care about their wellbeing and acknowledge their capabilities, not to worry about them as they fight for YOU...Besides they have a competent Commander, don't fret' IT stated.

Mathelar turned back to the Army approaching them, and looked at their surroundings. Corpses; crimson grass; a forest to their south, where the Argonians came from. Mathelar turned to the Argonian commander, "If your going to be a soldier of mine, we need to know names, as equals" Mathelar said, "My name is Mathelar, no surname". The Argonian nodded, "Gladly Mathelar, my name is Braos, no surname", Mathelar quickly nodded.

"Ok, Braos, I've heard that Argonians are famous for their guerrilla tactics...Is this true?" Mathelar asked, Braos nodded, "That's our specialty". "Ok, I need you to delay, stop, or destroy an Army that may be an opposing force...Think you can do that?" the Khajiit hybrid asked, Braos grinned, "Gladly".

Mathelar turned to look at the approaching Army, "Stay here, I'm going to see if their passing, or trying to get rid of me" said Mathelar as he started again tearing pieces of his shirt to bandage his surface wounds.

Mathelar stood tall as he faced the Army, He looked back at the soldiers and loyal followers he had gained. He looked at Fera, "Be careful, Mathelar" she said as he nodded, he started to focus on his surroundings, and with concentration, vanished. Invisible to the naked eye, he took off to inspect the coming Army.

[Snowfrost]

Needless to say, the army was massive. Arranged into well organized battalions, all marching towards the Ferranos and Argonians. What shocked Mathelar the most was that at the head of the army was the Shani Shaman Elder, geared in leather battle armor. The whole army was compromised of Boar men, from BOTH the Shani and Razzourmane tribes...Apparently something of big importance or threat would deem the tribes joint effort.

A few yards in front of army was Mathelar, still staring at it. Shaking himself out of the stupor, he lost focus, and appeared in front of the army, in front of the Shani Elder. The army stopped.

"Ah, Mathelar...Nice to see you" said the Elder, "Greetings to you Elder...Mind answering a question of mine, Elder?" Mathelar asked, "Indeed, Hybrid" answered the Elder. "Why are you leading an army?" Mathelar asked. The Elder nodded, "Quite simple, Mathelar, our goal is to capture you" he stated.

"...Ah, we reach an impasse, dear Elder" Mathelar paused, "For you see, I have a very important appointment with the lord of this estate, and I hate to keep him waiting!!!" yelled Mathelar, as he vanished.

"Sorry Elder" the voice of Mathelar said. The Elder snarled, "QUICKLY!!! FIND HIM!!!!!!!" he yelled, as a small group of Boar Men started searching around the area where Mathelar was a few seconds before.

Meanwhile...

"Braos!" Mathelar barked, as he appeared in front of the Ferranos and Argonians, "M'liege?" he asked. "Braos, do you think that you can stop or delay the army approaching?" Mathelar asked, Braos grinned, "We've faced bigger forces than this M'liege, leave it to me". Mathelar nodded, "Fera! get the Ferranos ready, were running for Eedgray's Mansion while Braos deals with the Boar army" Mathelar ordered, as all of them nodded. Mathelar hoped by the gods, that he would arrive in time to stop Eedgray.

[Snowfrost]

Eedgray's Mansion, Underground

Eedgray, Ralehtam, and a hooded figure were discussing their plans, in an unfinished room. The walls were a mixture of a hurried construction and of dirt, they were still parts of scaffolding here and there. Building and construction equipment were sprawled in the floor besides the unfinished walls.

"This is one determined Khajiit, you have here Eedgray" said the hooded figure. Eedgray nodded, "Yes, he will complete our plans, to get out of these infernal bodies" he stated. The hooded figure nodded, as Ralehtam spoke, "As well to complete my OWN plan, and not having to depend on his survival."

Eedgray sat down on the chair behind him, as the other two did the same. "As we speak, Mathelar and his forces are passing the boar men army, using the Argonians to delay and draw the army's attention" he said. The hooded figure whistled, "He's also smart, a rare trait in Khajiit's" he stated.

"Nevertheless, we will allow him entrance to the mansion, and let them be greeted by our...pets" Eedgray said as he grinned, a roar could be heard outside the room, and several eyes could be seen through the door, pure red eyes, intent clear. "We can't be bad hosts to our guests, now can we...Quol?" he asked, as Quol appeared besides Eedgray, a blank expression on his face as he nodded.

Eedgray laughed, "I LOVE toying with mortals!!" he yelled, as the hooded figure chuckled while nodding, "So do I friend, so do I..." Ralehtam stared at the two laughing men, 'Mathelar...I pity you, your going against two ancient spirits...' he thought as he shook his head, 'Can't let my thoughts drift, the time for action is soon upon me.'

[Snowfrost]

Mathelar, Fera, and the Ferranos battalions found themselves in front of the mansion. "Listen up, everyone!! We go in as one group, never separate from the group! Is that clear!!" he barked.

Listening to the agreement, Mathelar approached the mansion's oak doors. He put his head against the door, grabbed the handle, twisted it, and pushed the door inside.

Mathelar ran inside with the group behind him, daggers already out. He looked at the mansion's foyer, and frowned.

He back-flipped as a humongous creature landed where he once was, and charged at him, roaring it's intent. Mathelar's eyes widened at seeing the creature, a look of utter terror passed through his face, as he remembered where he first fought this...abomination.

The creature was hideous, its flesh was all pink, the kind of pink Imperials skin possessed. It had no eyes, and no ears to perceive sound, the creature hunted by scent. It had a jaw that didn't stick to the cranium, therefore it always had it's mouth outside, looking like it was a second mouth, in all its bloody glory. It had heavily muscled front legs, and a weak set of hind legs.

Mathelar could vaguely remember what his Archaeological companions had called this abomination of nature, something among the lines of 'Pinky'.

He steeled his grips on his daggers as he yelled, "STAY BACK!!!", and he charged at the creature, who mimicked him.

Mathelar dodged the creature's charge towards him, and slashed the creature on its hind legs, causing it to falter. He dodged it's mouth, and slashed with his Ackblay at the creature's gums, which proceeded to spill blood unto it's teeth, heightening its fear factor.

This, enraged Mathelar, who slashed faster, and harder at the creature's flesh when he could. He went under the creature's body as it leapt towards him, its arc high, and slashed at its belly.

Remembering how this kind of creature had an unnatural tolerance to pain, he gritted his teeth in anger. Even though it had bits and pieces of it's gut hanging out of its body, the creature still lunged at him.

Mathelar threw Itewhay into the air and jumped following it, as the creature landed where he was previously. Mathelar grabbed Itewhay in mid-air, and lunged it at the creature's head, spilling blood. Mathelar still in mid-air steeled his grip on Ackblay and landed on the creature's back, and plunged Ackblay on the creature's neck, directly severing the creatures spine.

Matheler got up from the creature's body as it tried to move it's body, but no avail. Mathelar then straddled the creature's neck, removed Itewhay from the creature's head, positioned his daggers on the bottom portion of the creature's neck, and slid his daggers across. Blood sprayed to the floor, and started pooling underneath the creature's corpse.

He got up, and looked at the creature with pure hatred, "Serves you right" he murmured to himself, as Fera ran to him.

Meanwhile...

"MY, MY, he's quite the acrobat, and still remembers how to deal with this creature..." Eedgray said. As he watched him through a magicka enhanced mirror, Eedgray heard an agreement from the hooded figure, "He'll keep this very, VERY interesting".

[Snowfrost]

Meanwhile, in the Imperial City's Execution Block

A few hours earlier...

The Nerevarine found himself in a precarious situation...

He was safe in Morrowind, but now that he was in Cyrodiil, he wasn't assured protection.

For he now stood before the Imperial's Council of Elders, the current rulers of all Tamriel.

The Council of Elders knew of him, and despised him, for the Nerevarine was where he was now, due to the actions of the late Imperial Emperor, Uriel Septim VII.

Nerevar felt gratitude and respect for the late emperor, for he had given him the chance to stabilize the region of Morrowind, and have revenge against the friends he once had confided in.

It all started during his previous life, when the Nords invaded Morrowind, in the first Era 401, or 1E 401. He and his best friend and ally, Dwemer King Dumac, united the races against the threat, even of conflicting religions. For the Chimer were staunch-Daedra worshippers and the Dwemer were agnostic, preffering reason over faith.

The whole of the Chimer found their lack of faith an affront to their religion. Nevertheless he and his friend mounted a massive defense and drived back the Invading Nords, in the First Era 416, or 1E 416. For 15 years, they had battled against the Nord, and finally they had won.

The alliance born out of need formed the First Council and lasted for some time...

This uneasy peace though came to an end over the Dwemer God Numidium and the construction of the Heart of Lorkhan by Dwemer Tonal Architect Kagrenac, and the result was The War of the First Council in, First Era 668 to 700, or 1E 668-1E 700. The war climaxed at Red Mountain, the Dwemer main fortress and ended abruptly when Kragenac used the Heart and all Dwemer perished in an instant.

Following the defeat of the Dwemer, the Tools of Kagrenac the Master Craftsman fell into the hands of the Chimer, ruled at the time by Lord Indoril Nerevar, himself, to whom fell the burden of the decision as to what to do with them.

His friend Voryn Dagoth himself, at first, urged for their immediate destruction, either of the Tools or the Heart itself: He, taking this as a sign of Dagoth's trustworthiness, opted to leave Dagoth behind to guard them while consulting his councilors, the Tribunal of Vivec, Almalexia; his queen, and Sotha Sil (and the Dunmer's Daedric patrons, Azura and Boethiah) on the subject.

But, when he returned with the councilors’ decision - which was, indeed, to destroy and not use the Tools - Dagoth refused to give them up, holding that he had been entrusted to guard them. He had, in his absence, been tempted to experiment with the Tools on the Heart, and somehow managed to steal some of its divine essence and the power of immortality. He now called himself Dagoth-Ur, and was forever after known by that name.

He and Dagoth-Ur came to blows: Dagoth-Ur was defeated, driven off and thought to have been destroyed (along with most of his House who supported him: the remainder were absorbed by the other Great Houses, and House Dagoth ceased to exist as an entity), Dagoth-Ur's connection to the Heart was not destroyed, and he remained alive and immortal, albeit yet bodiless. He was seriously wounded but exhausted, this was what led to his death, a miniscule part of it.

They had BETRAYED him. He could still remember when he was summoning the Daedric Princess and Goddess, Azura, things had gone wrong...Horribly wrong.

His advisors, and queen, had conspired against him. His queen, and love, Almalexia had used poisoned candles. Sotha Sil the Tinkerer, had given him poisoned robes, and Vivec had given him poisoned invocations. Resulting in his death, Azura had saw what happened, cursed them; by turning their skin a dark blackish color; and eyes red, turning the Chimer into the now called Dunmer. And gave them the warning of his rebirth, and eventual revenge.

They then gave themselves the power he had warned them to never use, and became the Living Tribunal Gods. The irony of it was that the Heart of Lorkhan, was the ultimate evil, they had granted themselves divine power by the ultimate evil artifact created by the Dwemer.

They achieved great heroism with their divinity, but it was also their undoing; because they worked deeds of good against the evil of the Heart they were weakened even before the return of Dagoth-Ur, his one time friend Voryn Dagoth.

This is why the Ashlanders were persecuted to the brink of extinction, the Tribunal gods wanted to hide the shameful secret of their powers, this was started by Almalexia, who stated to the Ordinators; the Tribunal's Soldiers and Inquisitor's of the Dunmer House Indoril, that the recent weakness of the Tribunal was caused by a lack of faith and religious fervor among its people.

He was reincarnated as a Khajiit, but was accepted as the Nerevarine after fulfilling the seven trials. The first trial was to be born to uncertain parents, under a certain star, or birthsign.

The Second Trial was to be inmune to any disease, a horrible trial that led him to acquire Corprus Disease, and later to drink a potion concocted by Divayth Fel, an ancient Dunmer Sorcerer.

The Third Trial was to conquer the Cavern of the Incarnate and retrieve the Nerevar's ring, Moon-and-Star. The Fourth and Fifth Trial, were to united the Three Main Dunmer Houses, Hlaalu, Redoran, and Telvanni, and become their Hortator, and to unite the Four Ashlander Tribes, and be named their Nerevarine.

The Sixth Trial was to destroy House Dagoth and kill Dagoth Ur. While the Seventh Trial was to dethrone the Tribunal, something he was currently doing, and to stabilize Morrowind.

He was on Seventh Trial, when he had killed Almalexia, for she had gone insane and mad due to Heart of Lorkhan's evil power. Sotha Sil, died inside his clockwork town he had been working, the cause of his death...murdered at the hands of the insane Almalexia.

All the Ashlander tribes, and Dunmer Houses except the destroyed House Dagoth, and House Indoril, believed in him. Due to Almalexia's High Ordinators and the Tribunal Temple's Ordinators, and High Priests. Because they didn't want to relinquish their hold on the Dunmer race and all of Morrowind, they opposed him, only Vivec wanted to relinquish his hold, but couldn't at the expense of being branded possessed by Daedra. It was like they said, power corrupts...Absolute power corrupts all.

Only Vivec remained...

Nerevar shook his head, he had left his campaign against the disbelievers and followers of the Tribunal Temple to deal with the Snowfrost situation, he now had to make a decision, and quickly before things got ugly.

[Snowfrost]

Present, Outside of Eedgray's Estate

Nerevar and The Mane were outside the Estate of a local noble lord by the name of Irstythay orfay Eedgray, "In all of my years, I never would've thought of seeing a name of that language again" said The Mane, as Nerevar nodded.

"A dead language, since two millenia ago...he either had very eccentric parents, or he's what his names dictates, 'Thirsty for Greed'...Let's see if his estate is anything what his name tells of him" said Nerevar as The Mane nodded as they proceeded to enter the Estate.

Meanwhile, Underground of Eedgray's Estate...

The hooded figure stood from his chair, walked briskly to Eedgray's mirror, whispered something, and an image of The Nerevarine and The Mane came to. whispering curses to himself, Eedgray approached him, "What is it?" he asked.

"Eedgray, our plans are now in danger, these two" he pointed to the figures of The Nerevarine and The Mane in the mirror, "Are The Nerevarine and The Mane, two of most powerful beings that I know of" as Eedgray's eyes widened, his gaze turned angrily to the the figures inside the mirror. "How so?" he asked of the hooded figure.

"The Nerevarine is the reincarnation of the ancient Chimer hero, Lord Indoril Nerevar, and is extremely well apt in every martial arts, an expert acrobat and thief. The Mane is the Khajiit's spiritual Leader...Don't let his appearance fool you, he's extremely fit for a khajiit his age. He has studied wide colleges of magicka, and is apt with his staff he carries around with him" said the hooded figure with a hint of fear and anger.

Ralehtam whistled, "You are both afraid AND angry? Why is that?" he asked grinning. The hooded figure turned to him, apparently glaring at him.

"The Mane was the one who killed me, I can't help it if I'm a bit of afraid of the one who killed me before, and I'm angry that I'm afraid of him" the hooded figure could ground out from his mouth, his anger rising to his limits.

Ralehtam sensed the hooded figure's anger and stopped before anything happened to him in the future. An unknown but powerful variable had appeared in their plans, he mentally frowned, 'This would make my plans even more difficult, if they choose to help Mathelar or the Argonians...' he thought.

Meanwhile, Eedgrays Mansion

Mathelar had now reached Eedgray's Room; after loosing several good Ferranos and killing several Pinky creatures. "Mathelar, is this the end?" asked Fera, she had dealt several death blows to several Pinky demons after they were devouring on the corpses of her fallen brethren, and as such, her legs were partially covered in the creatures blood. Mathelar shook his head, "Possibly, but I don't know Fera...I really don't know" he said as he grasped the door handle, twisted it and opened the door.

Eedgray's room was extravagantly decorated, a contrast to his grandfatherly image. A well made oak armoire, a bed with designer silk bed coverings, a stained glass depicting a very graphic image of a werewolf feasting on a man, a desk made of the same wood as the armoire with knick knacks eccentric people owned. Mathelar frowned, he entered with Fera and the remaining Ferranos who stood with their backs against the room, guarding it.

Mathelar then started searching the room with Fera's help, it wasn't until long, that they made several discoveries, one of which made Mathelar queasy. One of them was several articles of clothing of a Khajiit female, which he knew belonged to his mother. That reinforced the fact that Eedgray was his mother's lover, and his father.

The other discoveries were of Eedgray's journal, several enchanted items; several of which were robes, and a ring, which Mathelar slipped into his pocket. And a trap door, under Eedgray's bed. Mathelar moved the bed, and noticed it was locked.

Whipping out a lockpick, he had it unlocked in a matter of minutes, opened it, and he saw that it was pitch black, the torches in the room let him see the beginnings of a stairway leading down. He grabbed several torches inside the room and in the hallway, gave one to each Ferranos, Fera, and one for himself. He made everyone enter the room, closed Eedgray's door, and descended with everyone following his lead.

[Snowfrost]

The group had finally reached the bottom of the stairs, the stairs they had descended had led them to a tunnel. Mathelar saw several torches in the distance; in their respective torch holders, lighting the tunnel.

Mathelar walked cautiously forward, with the group behind him. "Mathelar?" called Fera, "What are these markings on the walls?" she asked him, as he turned to where she was, her hand on the wall, tracing the markings.

Mathelar's eyes widened and the fur on his back rose. Mathelar walked towards her, his eyes on the markings. "No, it can't be" he whispered to himself, as he traced the markings with his hands.

'It can't be...Their markings of the Ancients, the same ones from the ruins' he thought, as he remembered the ruins where he had lost everything after running away from Eedgray's Estate. 'Then that means that he knows about the Ancients, and about their weapons' he thought as he shivered, 'Those weapons shouldn't have never existed.'

"Mathelar?" called Fera, which brought Mathelar back to the realm of reality. "Ignore them, their just warnings in a dead language" he informed them, "For what?" a Ferranos asked.

"Probably nothing, Eedgray must have had the ruins explored, so the 'dangers' aren't there anymore" he assured them, Mathelar turned his gaze to the door at the distance. Mathelar resumed the trek towards the door, his unmoving gaze on it.

Slowly Mathelar walked faster and faster, his thoughts erratic, flashing between memories, reality, and eerily resemblances.

Until he broke into a mad run towards the door, the torch forgotten, fell to the floor.

Snarling, he smashed down the wooden door. Stumbling, he regained his balance, and broke into a run. The group was left behind him, trying to catch up to him.

Mathelar jumped as soon as he heard a click, he had jumped a pitfall, he landed and resumed running.

He now neared a wooden door, he stopped in front of it. His eyes held disbelief as they darted from left to right. "No..." he whispered to himself as the group catched up to him, completely out of breath.

Fera regained her breath, and walked towards Mathelar. She put her hand on his shoulder, he flinched, turning his gaze from the door to her. She saw tears in his eyes, "Mathelar? What's wrong?"

Her question was left unanswered, as Mathelar broke his gaze from her towards the door again. He walked forward on unsteady feet, he grasped the door handle, and opened the door.

The door led to a massive chamber, the chamber was of Ancient architecture, but it was decorated similar to a Shrine of the Imperial Cult.

Mathelar walked forwards, towards the altar. Behind the altar, was an upside down cross. And crucified on the cross, was an Argonian woman.

Mathelar passed the altar, and stared at the crucified Argonian female. He slumped his shoulder, and fell to his knees.

'No, no...How can a person be so evil' said IT as Mathelar stared at the crucified Argonian, "Ainei" he whispered...

[Snowfrost]

"Quite beautiful, isn't it" chimed a familiar voice, as a black robed, hooded figure entered the chamber.

Closing the oak door behind him, the figure walked towards the altar. "It reminds me of the beautiful time, I once read in a book, called 'Earth'...That fictional plane of existence had such wondrous periods and ages...Especially, the crucifixion of the fictional messiah of a dominating and power crazy religion gone mad" said the figure as he placed a hand on Mathelar shoulders.

"That person was my favorite author, a pity that I had to kill him" the hooded figure said, as Mathelar kept staring at Ainei's crucified form. "The first person to be crucified, and it had to be an Argonian...Pity it couldn't have been an Imperial, it seems they always want to be the first to do everything these days" the figure sneered.

Mathelar just kept staring at Ainei, the hooded figure shook him once. "Hmm...It seems we did more harm than we initially thought" said the figure to himself aloud.

Sounds of running foot steps could be heard echoing inside the chamber, the hooded figure stiffened. Roars, thuds, and yells came from beyond the open door, as The Nerevarine and The Mane rushed in. "Ah, The Nerevarine AND The Mane grace us with their presence" said the figure.

Nerevar stared at the hooded figure for a second, before turning his gaze to Mathelar's figure, his eyes widened when they moved to the crucified Argonian. "Mane, you and I have unfinished business" said the hooded figure as he brought his hood down, revealing an Imperial man.

The Imperial had blonde hair, and brown eyes. "I have never seen you in my life, please stand aside, Imperial" said The Mane as both him and Nerevar tried passing him to reach Mathelar.

A sword stopped them from continuing, "Tsk, tsk, tsk...What did mother ever tell you about manners? Eh, BROTHER!!" yelled the Imperial as he slashed at the Mane, who expertly dodged it and back-flipped, staff ready.

"Brother? You must be mistaken, Imperial, for I am a Khajiit, not an Imperial" stated The Mane.

"Ah, yes I know about my death Brother!! Did you ever think that I would let you take MY position as The Mane without a fight!!! You don't know who you are messing with BROTHER!!" yelled the Imperial as him and The Mane started fighting.

"Then who are you, Imperial, what's your name" said The Mane calmly as the exchanged blows, "My Name?! Have you forgotten what I told you all those years ago?! I'm THE FIRST MANE IN EXISTANCE!!! MY NAME IS MANE ELSWEYR, I'M THE ONE THEY DECIDED TO HONOR AND THUS NAME OUR HOMELAND ELSWEYR!!!!" and with that yell, the Current Mane battled for his life against the First Mane, Mane Elsweyr.

[Snowfrost]

Eedgray stared at mirror, looking in on what was happening in the ruin-turned-chapel. He thought on Mathelar and the mirror instantly fixed its gaze on him. Mathelar was on his knees; his arms lay motionless at his sides, shock clearly written on his face as he stared at the upside-down crucified form of his dead love, Ainei.

Eedgray smiled, that was more than enough incentive for him to come to him, he knew how Mathelar acted and thought. After all having the opposite aspect of him working for him, was a benefit for him.

He would come and get righteous vengeance for the death of his friends and former archaeological colleagues; he smirked, he had another trap like the one he left him in the mines. He pondered on how Mathelar had come to terms with killing the one he considered a sister so quickly…He pushed that train of thought aside before coming to a horrifying conclusion.

After all, he was Mathelar’s progenitor. Maybe that man wasn’t wrong, after all. His theory was all based on theories, wild ones at that. He snorted, it sounded absurd that the offspring of a couple could literally take half the soul of their parent to merge into a new soul. That same man then went to speculate on how the parents regenerated their souls through time, given as to how families usually had more than one offspring.

Maybe it was all true, for that would explain how he managed through all the suffering, betrayals and hardships in his life. Mathelar had a half piece of HIS soul. Eedgray began thinking on possible ramifications on this new discovery.

He roared.

He sprang from the plush chair he sat, and instantly began trashing the room sans the mirror. Everything in the room was trashed and scattered except the mirror.

Eedgray viciously glared at Mathelar through the mirror. The same man with the wild theories about souls also had said that it was impossible for any relative of blood and soul to habit the body of a relative of theirs.

An idea came to him; a malicious smirk spread across his face, what he just thought would further torment and haunt Mathelar. He snapped his fingers, and Ralehtam instantly appeared besides him.

“Change of plans, dear boy” he said before briefing the Onyx Werewolf on his orders, before disappearing, leaving Eedgray alone in the trashed room, staring at Mathelar, through the mirror.

“All is as it should be” he whispered before grinning.

[Snowfrost]

Mathelar couldn't hear anything, but a faint 'eeeh' sound. He felt someone shakes his shoulder, trying to rouse from his stupor. But he could hardly care anymore, the person he had given his love to was nailed to an upside down cross. Brushing off the offending hand, Mathelar stood up, and proceeded to take the nails of Ainei's palms, and legs.

After the last nail was taken off, Mathelar cradled Ainei's body, numbness spreading through his whole body. He stared into her open, dull blue eyes. Mathelar sighed; raising his hands he closed her eyes. Mathelar stood up, cradling Ainei's corpse bridal style, and turned to the rest of the Cathedral.

Fera's eyes widened as they saw Mathelar's eyes, once filled with life and a glimmer of hope, now void of life. Nerevar turned his head, having fallen the same path with Almalexia, with her betraying him. It seemed that his goddess had sent him for a purpose, and he wasn't going to back now, not now, for Snowfrost needed his help.

Mathelar walked towards Fera, and gave her Ainei's lithe body. He turned away from her, and walked straight into the ongoing battle between The Mane and the Imperial Elsweyr, blocking a strike from both The Mane and Elsweyr. Disregard for his own self, Mathelar calmly walked towards the Imperial, and grabbed the throat of said Imperial with herculean strength.

"Do you work for Eedgray?"

Elsweyr smirked. Receiving that for an answer, Mathelar threw Elsweyr to the Cathedral wall with such force, that the sounds of bones breaking were clearly heard. As Elsweyr struggled to stay up, Mathelar threw his daggers at him, piercing him and pinning him to the wall.

Elsweyr hung his head, before looking up at the dull, crimson tinted golden eyes of Mathelar. Raising one hand, Mathelar grabbed Itewhay, which was embedded into Elsweyr’s right shoulder, and started twisting. Elsweyr gritted his teeth from the intense pain, as muscles and ligaments were being stretched and torn by the dagger.

After a few seconds, Mathelar stopped, and stared into Elsweyr’s blue eyes. Elsweyr unconsciously shivered from the intense gaze, and gritted his teeth, his right shoulder screaming at him in pain. Mathelar repeated this action with the other dagger, Itewhay. Elsweyr’s eyes widened, gritting his teeth as he felt the immense pain handed to him by Mathelar.

Struggling, he looked up to Mathelar's du- 'No, not dull...He has that glint' Elsweyr thought, as an unfelt of feeling began to rise in him, the feeling of panic.

'He has the glint of Insanity...'

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"SHIVA!!!!"

"WHERE'S MATHELAR!!!" yelled IT, panic filling his voice as he dodged countless black tentacles. He couldn't die here, he had a purpose now, to forever help Mathelar until the end of his days, which would be a long, long time from now, according to Azura.

If it hadn't been for one of the past main patron goddesses of the Dunmer race; still worshiped by Nerevar and the Ashlander tribes, he would have completely merged with Mathelar. He had pledged his allegiance towards her and to Mathelar, forever being her servant. And as such, she granted him higher self-conscious and intelligence, which would answer the question of IT's sudden gain of intelligence.

"HE'S COMATOSE!! HE STILL HASN'T COME TO TERMS WITH HIS TRUE LOVE'S DEATH!!!" yelled Shiva as she held back waves and waves of tentacles by continuously spiking them with her unlimited Ice magicks.

IT cursed at the absurdity of it all, not even two days had passed and Mathelar was dealt another disastrous mental and emotional wound. It seemed as if all the gods except Azura conspired against Mathelar, even Fate herself.

IT neared Shiva's location as the tentacles suddenly stopped. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the tentacles before feeling his fur rise, expecting. IT immediately dodged a massive tentacle that almost lobbed his head off. A cackle of maniacal laughter filled the air as the tentacle disappeared.

"Mathelar, wake up!" yelled Shiva as she tried to rouse him up. "Nothing you do or say will rouse him" chimed in a familiar voice, "After all, I am his real other" said an Onyx black werewolf as he appeared before them.

"Mathelar's true shadow" said Ralehtam.