I messed up three businesses of the Dark Brotherhood.
——4E, 201, the last seed month, 30th, 23:17——
Desion Avicus is a [Holy 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, exercising their spirits day after day in order to be able to read
The contents of [The Elder Scrolls] are 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 read the Elder Scrolls. Before that, they can also forcefully read by gathering a large number of "ancestral holy moths" and using their wing-beating frequency to block the backlash of the Ancient Scrolls.
, hence the name "Holy Moth Priest".
The [Elder Scroll] is a huge metal scroll that is as tall as a person. It is written by an unknown person. There have been many copies in the history of Tamriel. Most of them have been collected in the White Gold Tower Library and are waiting for the Holy Moth Priest.
They read.
If an ordinary unqualified person opens an ancient 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 reading qualifications but insufficient training may see broken words and meaningless pictures after opening it.
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.
The fact is that in rare cases there will be situations that just meet the readers' demands. If you insist on seeing the content you want and continue reading, even if you have qualifications or the protection of the Holy Moth, it is very likely to cause serious blindness.
as a result of.
Desion Avicus is fifty-two years old this year and can already read the Elder Scrolls. As a Nord, he hopes to find a way to stop the civil war in Skyrim Province in the Elder Scrolls, even if he is blind.
He did not hesitate, but just when he was about to take action, his mentor, a priest elder who became blind in order to find out from the ancient scrolls to end the war between the Empire and 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 don't know the meaning of?" Before revealing how to defeat Thalmor, the elder who had traveled throughout Tamriel said at the time, "I
My suggestion is that since you have made up your mind, you might as well go back to Skyrim to learn about its specific changes, so that you can clearly record the solution before losing your eyesight."
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 several 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 Avicus," 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.
That’s all.”
"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 established not long ago and only operated in Skyrim Province with 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. I thought that because I had the name of "priest" and was wearing a priest's robe, I was really a priest? The few people sent had a dark and cold magic aura on their bodies. That kind of magic is indeed very powerful.
It restrains ordinary priests, but——
【Lightning Chain】
The other party was talking to Desion to stall for time, but so was Desion? He raised his hand and released a blazing white chain lightning, which penetrated without any hindrance the dark red shields gathered by the men in black robes.
Electrically sending them all flying.
【Lightning Rune】
The next moment, complex electric currents drew a trigger-type 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 electrocuted and could not speak, 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 magic spells 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
For the credit of 'Festus Clerx', you must die."
Trouble, Desion looked at the dark red magic energy gathered in Festus's 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.
[Immolation Technique]
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 "turned over" as he said, and in the end, with almost nothing to do, 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 in front of him.
【Psychokinesis】
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 beings who had just saved them.
no respond.
——23:29——
Fulsam is a typical Nordic man, who is also an adventurer, mercenary, builder, messenger and even a farm worker.
He does not belong to any organization and wanders around the Skyrim Province 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 down in a peaceful city, marry a wife who likes him, and have a few 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 the 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 in line with her age, there was a sense of vicissitudes inexplicably: "You take on any task, and after you finish it, you turn around and forget about it.
Even if I tell you about your 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, and then go find the ‘face carver’ and make sure Folsom the Fearless disappears forever—”
"Ah ha~ I didn't expect there to be such gossip," the girl blinked her scarlet eyes and shook her head left and right: "It's a pity that you guessed wrong~"
"No, it's impossible. I never do any work that will result in being silenced afterwards!" Feltham defended in a panic. Those who thought he was just a reckless man without any scheming would be surprised if they heard 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 -" Futsum's face was full of despair.
"Although your previous proposal was very good, the other party is obviously targeting you. The 'face sculptor' is already being watched by people from the Thieves Guild they hired." The girl looked at Fussum 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 spicy! Water~water~".
"'Babet'..." After a moment, 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, murmuring subconsciously
With a name in mind, he looked around blankly.
Who am I? Where am I? What do 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.
That's it... 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 cannot 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. He looked more embarrassed, but the dark-furred Khajiit had eyes and mouth.
The spilled blood proves that he is not easy either.
"Wa, Wasa -" 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 everyone who knows 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 just fight with intuition, Iron Boyon of the Dark Brotherhood, fight with all my strength - ow -!" Following Iron Boyon's words, he felt fast
Black hair sprouted from the ground, and after speaking the last words with difficulty, he 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.
