U.O.T.W. Chapter 126 A Meeting Of Fate

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    The very instant Sotek gazed up at the Bloodmoon, the infuriating itching which had plagued him since he woke up that same morning ceased. He felt a strange calmness smother him like a mother’s arms hugging a distressed child. Deep, deep inside, the wolf spirit howled out in eagerness. No more did it fight him, no more did its own form strain against the confines of his body in the want, the need to be released. Its anger, it’s in built desire to kill had been sated in the knowledge that soon it will be let loose.

    Sotek couldn’t look away from the moon. He tried to turn away but it pulled at him like a magnet. It was like the bread stall when there’s a new supply of cakes. Everyone flooded around it, drawn in like ships to a whirlpool.

    “Harbinger; look at the moons. What do you see?”

    Kodlak couldn’t help to notice the dramatic change in Sotek. Not only did he speak in his usual calmness which seemed so different to how he had been during the whole day, but his scales had reverted back to their natural color and shine. So sudden was the change, the Harbinger was taken back. Fulfilling Sotek’s request, he looked up at the moons which dominated the sky.

    “Ermm, it looks like you have two maybe three days before the assassins come back”.

    Sotek grinned as he tutted at the Harbingers ‘astute’ observation. He was fully aware of how much time he had until the Shadowscales would return. He had counted down each and every day since he burned the three marks across his eye.

    “Tsk… Look at Masser! It’s red, blood red. The Bloodmoon calls. There is a hunt tonight, a great hunt. I’ve got to go; I’ve got to find it”.

    Kodlak’s face turned white. He had visions of the two Companions running side by side across the plains. Both souls heading straight to the Hunting Grounds. A Daedra realm which now terrified him. He knew the two brothers were equally afraid yet Sotek, the Argonian welcomed it as quickly as he welcomed Aela’s touch.

    Kodlak didn’t mean it, but he began to wonder if Aela deliberately set out to enthrall Sotek with promises of lust and passion for his soul. Such a thought was quickly dismissed as ludicrous when he looked back at their relationship. Sotek had been fully aware of Hircine and it now seemed that Hircine was fully aware of Sotek. One thing was clearly evident, this wasn’t Aela’s doing. The Dragonborn was set to rest in a different realm to sovngarde; he had been since the beginning. It wouldn't have made the slightest difference if he was an Argonian or a Nord. Kodlak knew there was only one place Sotek was bound for.

    “A hunt? A Bloodmoon? The moons not blood red though”.

    Sotek burst out laughing at Kodlak’s reply. He remembered the stories his mother used to tell him and his sisters about the Bloodmoon. Only a very select few could actually see the Bloodmoon. Quentarii, his mother had, and many others, only in their dreams though. Sotek never dreamt of it. He never dreamed of his werewolf form either, unlike Aela. She would tell him of her dreams when she was Red, running across the plains hunting.

    “Oh but it is, it’s so red, the blood is almost dripping from it”. As he thought about Aela and her own dreams, something occurred to him. He would love her to go with him but his ‘relationship’ with Hircine was far from placid and friendly. He glanced back at the doors to Jorrvaskr and slightly shook his head. Tonight he would hunt alone.

    “Is Aela downstairs?”

    Kodlak gulped. He hoped it was unnoticed but the very air seemed stripped of life. Such was the silence, a pin dropped to the stony ground would be heard by all.

    “Ermm yes, I think she is”.

    Sotek sighed in relief. Time wasn’t something he could ill afford to waste in fighting with someone who would argue against the very sun for waking her by shining down upon her half an hour too early.

    “Good. Tell her I’m sorry; I’ve had to go do something. I’ll return then sort this out when I get back. She can’t follow me. Don’t let her!”

    Kodlak groaned. He hated playing such games and here he was caught in the middle of a lover’s tiff based upon Daedra and their own games. Longingly he turned towards the door, all he wanted was to go back to bed. The crafty old goat wasn’t past the point of tiredness where he wasn’t his usual sharpness though. Aela refused but he wondered if Sotek would be equally dismissive… that being the case, he enquired upon Sotek’s destination.

    “Where is it you’re heading off to?”

    Sotek shrugged his shoulders at the question.

    “I’ve got no idea, but I’m hoping Hircine will let me know”. The simple fact was he didn’t have the slightest clue. He simply reasoned that if Hircine was calling him then surely Hircine would give him something to follow, some sign laying out the path ahead.

    Without wasting any time on empty words and the fact that he knew time was fleeting, Sotek entered the Hall and headed towards his armor and pack which was left by the door earlier when he was too eager to scratch himself to death.

    He donned the Wolf greaves and as quietly as possible he pulled the Wolf chest piece over his head. With his axes tightly secured in their scabbards and his pack strapped to his back, he looked around the hall at the warm friendly environment. He couldn’t help but wonder if Aela’s welcome would be just as warm or instead would he face the coldness of the mountains due to his mate being left behind.

    His two boots were slung over his shoulder lest the Huntress would hear them as he crossed the halls wooden floor. The doors to Jorrvaskr were shut quietly with the greatest care not to bang together lest Aela heard him leave. Only when he was by the Gildergreen Tree did he sit on a bench and put on his boots. The moonlight cast eerie shadows as he passed the now empty market and made his way along the stone blocked pathway. Two guards passed him while they patrolled the town but a third guard seemed to be asleep as he lent against a support outside Arcadia’s Cauldron. As he heard the footsteps of Sotek’s heavy boots, he stood up with a start and pretended to adjust his sword. Sotek chuckled as the guard shot off down the small path that ran behind Belethor’s shop.

    The lone Companion was soon nearing the familiar sights of the stables when he realised that not only was the market empty but so was the stables. At least empty of human life. The horses however were all settled in for the night, content in being watched over by the Whiterun guards on the battlements.

    It would be difficult enough explaining to Aela why she had to be left behind let alone being confronted by the Harbinger and the Jarl over a horse theft charge so having no other choice Sotek knocked on Skulvar’s door.

    Aela took her Dragonbone Bow off the wall where she would hang it when she was residing in Jorrvaskr. It only took her moments to string it thanks to a technique Eorlund taught her. When she was younger, still just a Whelp, she tried to re-string her hunters bow as the drawstring was worn. Eorlund saw her from the Skyforge and hollered down at everyone. She chuckled as she remembered feeling terrified as the great mammoth of a man stomped down the ramp while he screamed at her. She soon learned that pressing the bow down against a table was the best way to have it slam in your face. Eorlund snatched the bow and thrashed it against her backside.

    “What the hell are you doing lass? You’ll smack yourself in the face you flaming twit”.

    After the prompt yelling she gave him in return, he showed her a far safer method. She attached the small loop of the drawstring to the bottom of the bow and secured it in the notch. Once she slid the larger loop up the shaft of the bow, she stepped her left leg inside the hoop so the drawstring was behind her. With the bottom of the bow tight against the back of her right legs calf, she pulled on the bow, forcing it to bend against her left thigh. With minimal effort, she attached the second loop to the top of the bow and secured it in the notch.

    Aela pulled back on the drawstring and felt its resistance. It was strong and eager. Satisfied, she strung it over her back and checked her quiver of arrows. She screwed her face up as she looked at her shield which rested against the table. Taking the two daggers instead, she left her room and closed the door behind her.

    She hurried up the stairway to find the Harbinger there waiting for her. He seemed somewhat unsettled and skittish. She knew instinctively something was amiss and she was determined to get to the bottom of it, and fast.

    “Harbinger, where is Sotek?”

    Kodlak felt flustered which was somewhat unusual for him especially when he was dealing with Aela. He learnt some years before a strong demeanour was often the best way to deal with her but at this particular moment in time he found himself wanting.

    “He’s ermm… he’s gone off. To ermm… join a hunt”.

    Aela almost dropped her bow in astonishment. She stared at the Harbinger as if it was one big joke but inside she knew it wasn’t. She thought back to when she had awoken and placed her game plan and all her moves in rapid succession in the hope of figuring out how Sotek had turned it all around.

    “Excuse me? What the hell? It was supposed to be Sotek stuck here while I join the bloody hunt! Not me, you useless….. How did he know? I didn’t tell him so you must have. Damn it Harbinger I told you this was important!”

    Aela glared at the Harbinger as she let her tongue loose upon him but he wasn’t prepared to be yelled at especially when none of it was his fault. His frustration boiled over to the point where he was shouting at the door just as much as he was at Aela.

    “Don’t swear at me, Aela. He told me about a hunt just as you did! He saw a Bloodmoon, apparently”.

    Aela’s whole body along with her harsh features seemed to calm down almost instantly to a rather placid state of being. Her shoulders relaxed and she serenely walked to the step where she rested her foot as she studied the door to Whiterun. When she spoke, her voice was soft and timid, like a gentle breeze instead of a raging storm.

    “A what? A Bloodmoon? Oh right, well that explains why he set off then doesn’t it”.

    Kodlak was perplexed at the sudden change in Aela. He found himself yet again confused which undoubtedly undermined his positon as it was expected of him to know everything, see everything yet he felt he was actually as blind as a bat. ‘At least she’s calm’ he thought to himself. Using this simple notion as a means to fortify his standing with her, he enquired as to her plans.

    “I presume you’ll set out to find him and join the hunt together?”

    A low growl stopped him in his tracks. All too quickly Aela’s attitude changed back to her typical rage. Her eyes seemed cold, hateful, full of vengeance over the indignity she suffered.

    “Kodlak! Gahhh you’re a werewolf for crying out loud. You know no one ‘sees’ a Bloodmoon, we only dream of them. Hircine don’t talk to us, he never has. We worship him and he speaks to us in our dreams! We dream of the Bloodmoon, in visions! The bastard guessed something was up, he’s waiting near the stables with that bloody fucking Aura shout of his. If he follows me, I’ll bloody kill him”.

    As she reached for the door, a heavy hand pulled her arm back, spinning her around. Kodlak pulled her closer and wagged his finger in her face as he finally put her in her place.

    “You stop right where you are! Don’t you speak to me like this, I don’t deserve it. Now, before you go running off to kill him, remember Hircine has spoken to you. Didn’t you say the other day that Hircine spoke to you about Omega?”

    Aela yelled back her reply but as she said it, she realised he was right.

    “In a dream he did! Wait! The other time….. When Sotek was turned into a wolf, we saw Hircine, on the plains. Harbinger, I saw him in the flesh, so to speak. You really think Sotek saw a Bloodmoon? Naa, we don’t. He knows something’s going down…. The bastard. You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. I’ll do ermm, extra chores or something to make up for tonight… I’ve got to go”.

    As Aela made her way towards the main gate she glanced up at the moons. They seemed somewhat brighter but as for the Bloodmoon, she just couldn’t see any sign of it. ‘No’ she thought to herself. ‘The bastard’s waiting for me to show myself. I’ll teach that reptile the meaning of sneak’.

    Without any delay, Aela pushed open the gate and headed through the large gateway but instead of heading to the right and following the pathway across the drawbridge, she made her way to the left where a small wooden ramp led to a lookout point which consisted of nothing more than a small stone wall. Below her, she could see the stables where the stable lad was settling the remaining horses. Aela scanned the surrounding plains but despite her wolfish eyes, she couldn’t see anything out of the usual.

    To her left was a group of large rocky boulders which formed part of the plateau which Whiterun was built on. Aela could sometimes sneak out past the guards when she was a Whelp but Kodlak grew wise to her and asked the guards on the perimeter to keep an eye out for any ‘wandering Whelps’. Aela’s answer was to sneak out during the guards change of shifts when they were too tired to care and then jump down to the boulders just below her now. Such a feat was simple for her and she cleared the gap easily and yet landed without so much of a sound. Moments later she approached the stable lad from behind the horses where she would remain out of sight.

    Aela poked her head up over the side of the stable pen wall and whispered to the stable boy, scaring him half to death with shock.

    “Hey, has that stinking lizard been here just now?”

    “Aggrrrhhh….. Cripes Aela. You nearly scared me to Bleak Falls Barrow you did”. He draped himself over the mare which he was brushing and clung on to the animal lest his legs failed him.

    “Why you sneaking around like that anyways? He took summing of yours?”

    She leapt over the wooden partition and approached the boy, pulling him to his feet.

    “Answer the damn question or you’ll wished I sent you to Bleak’s…. Did he take a horse or not?”

    The boy gulped in fear and nodded furiously. As he answered, he pointed towards the west.

    “Ermm Sotek yea! He had a horse then went across the plains, about five minutes ago”.

    Aela cast her scrutinising eyes across the plains one more time but the moonlight did little to give Sotek’s positon away, leaving her no other option than to curse loudly.

    “Damn it, you stinking bastard. What the hell are you up to?” She quickly decided upon a course of action, one she wasn’t counting on doing.

    she snarled at the stable lad one more time and threw a pouch of gold at him.

    “Give me your fastest horse”.

    Before the boy could even argue, Aela was riding off towards the south across the path and past the farmsteads on her way to Bloated Man’s Grotto. She didn’t relish the thought of unnecessary ‘complications’ so she made sure to keep to the north side of the river, bypassing Riverwood’s central guard patrols. She hoped Sotek would miss her if she headed this particular way but something made her wonder about the whole situation. She just didn’t know what.

    Aela may have dominated Sotek’s heart but she could stake no such claim over his mind. He was far too busy to think of her let alone follow her. At this point he didn’t even know she was outside Whiterun’s walls.

    Sotek was too busy watching out for something else. He was certainly startled when he saw it. As he scanned the plains to the west, just north of the southern mountain range he saw what he was hoping for, a sign of Hircine. He chuckled to himself as he noted it was a white stag.

    “Fitting, for the plains…”

    Sotek knew it was Hircine’s beast, white was his color after all. This wasn’t wishful or extravagant thinking either, Sotek based it on fact. The white bear in the hunting grounds for one. Then there was the white guar; it was said to roam the rolling hills on the east of the plains of Morrowind near Vos although in all of Sotek’s life he had yet to see it. The White fabled unicorn was another such beast. It lived in some secret glade in Cyrodiil where it lay undisturbed. The legend stated that Hircine would one day send a champion to kill it, or at least that’s the story his mother Quentarii told him when he was a hatchling. There was even talk of a white horker in the hunting grounds, one which would show a worthy were-creature some long forgotten gift or blessing.

    The stag watched him for a few seconds as it planned on its course of action now that it had been spotted. Having decided it had Sotek’s attention, it darted towards the south and bolted along the road, ignoring the open plains completely.

    Spurring the horse onwards, Sotek rode as fast as he could as he followed the stag along the edge of the southern mountains. For over an hour the stag ran and not once did it seem to falter or grow tired. Nor did it ever turn away from the mountain side.

    It finally came to a rest in a small copse of fir trees just on the fringe of the plains. To the north, not too far away Sotek noticed a strange circle of ancient Nordic pillars. It seemed worth exploring but such notions he dismissed as fanciful. He had a task at hand which couldn’t be ignored.

    He turned his focus back to the stag, or he would have if it was still there. He dismounted from the horse and ran to the trees where he searched across the horizon for any sign of it but there was none. Kneeling down, he followed the tracks as Aela had taught him but they seemed to disappear into air. The stag was gone.

    Just as he was about to yell out in frustration, a familiar yet disturbing voice spoke to him.

    “You’re early hound; your time isn’t yet. You must be patient, like a hunter stalking for his prey”.

    Sotek gritted his teeth with contempt. He knew everything depended upon Hircine and yet he couldn’t hold back. For some reason he felt angry and discontent in Hircine’s presence.

    “Well I would come back tomorrow but then I’ll be late won’t I? Hsss”

    Hircine stepped forwards and stuck the end of his spear in the ground. Sotek seemed to recognise it but he couldn’t remember from where and the Daedra Lord wasn’t in any mood to give explanations.

    “I wasn’t talking to you! I grow tired of your disobedience”.

    Sotek waved his hand dismissively and sat down crossing his legs with his back to Hircine. He half-heartedly glanced over his shoulder with a ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude.

    “Then who the hell were you talking to? Aww save it for Aela, I’m sure she would cling onto every word you say. You are not my massster!”

    Hircine laughed which Sotek happened to find somewhat unsettling. His words seemed to have an air of knowing about them. It was as if Hircine already knew the outcome of the game they were playing.

    “We shall see my hound… we shall see. And soon as a matter of fact hunter. She’s coming, my hound, Aela The Huntress. It shouldn’t be too long now; everything’s falling into place”.

    Sotek eagerly looked around until he realised just what Hircine had said. He picked up a few pieces of wood to start a fire and cursed out at the Daedra Lord.

    “She isn’t your hound! She belongs to me! Anyway, if I have to wait then I’m damned if I’m waiting in the cold”. Using a basic flame spell, he ignited the wood and sat by the fire in silence completely blanking Hircine as if he wasn’t even there.

    It took Aela hours to traverse the mountain range. She would have preferred to ride along the north edge of the southern mountains but she would be seen too easily.

    Upon her travels, she came across a Frostbite Spider, surely she was blessed by Hircine to have such prey fall upon her path. Leaving the horse behind, she crept in the undergrowth and took careful aim.

    The spider never knew she was there, the first arrow pierced its eye, blinding it on its left side. The screeching sound of its screams startled the horse, sending it running off away from Aela’s position.

    “Stupid bastard of a beast!” She cursed as she let loose a second arrow. This time she struck it in the soft underbelly. The Arachnid fell on the floor, it’s powerful legs now all but useless.

    Breaking her cover, Aela walked towards it, safe in the knowledge that it was now defenceless. Every step she took, an arrow was released from her Hunting Bow, and pierced the spiders armor.

    Seven arrows in all she had fired to claim the creature as a kill. The Dragonbone Bow would have killed it in two shots but she knew the fire would act as a flare and discretion was her ally.

    She pulled out a small vial from her back pack and collected the Frostbite Venom from the spider’s mandibles before searching for her horse. She soon tracked it to the lake where it had stopped and started drinking. She patted the horses shoulder as she spoke to it, calming the beast so she could ride it once more.

    “Such skittish creatures despite your size. One day I’ll find a horse who won’t run at the sight of a bee. Come on you, you’re wasting my time”.

    Aela silently cursed as she ignored her second possible route. She knew of a way through the mountain itself, using an old path, Brittleshin Pass but it would still leave her with an hours ride where she could be noticed or tracked. Instead she had to be content following the southern side of the mountains.

    Passing llinalta’s Deep, an old fort which collapsed in the lake did little to quell Aela’s temper. She knew Bloated Man’s Grotto lay just the other side of the mountain and yet she still had to follow it round.

    “You know there are times when I really do hate him. And when I say it out loud I hate myself. Why the hell am I talking to you, you stupid horse? You can’t complain, you ran from a stupid spider. We should go back for it and sneak it in Farkas’s room. Boy, would he scream when he goes to bed. Hahahaha”. With her spirits now somewhat lifted due to the mental picture of Farkas running to Tilma to hide behind her, Aela spurred on her horse past the fort and continued on her way.

    Leaving the fort behind, Aela set out to keep to the wooded area as much as possible but just as she was going to head towards the lake to avoid a particularly rocky area, she noticed a slight gap which seemed to be some sort of canyon. The Horse seemed unwilling to head up the mountain but Aela showed it what true stubbornness really was. She dismounted then led the horse on foot.

    “I like the trees too but we’re in a hurry. Yes, I know it’s dark, come on you, move”.

    Leading the horse through the crevasse, Aela gasped in shock and surprise. Below her, despite the darkness of the night, she could see the whole of the plains from Rorikstead to Whiterun and everything in between. The rocky mountainous peak which split the plains in two seemed so small and insignificant from where she was. Such splendour captivated her to the point of almost forgetting why she was there until she glanced towards Whiterun and saw the path leading towards Bloated Man’s Grotto.

    “There, we’re close. Come on!”

    She said eagerly to the horse as she pulled it down the mountain trail.

    To her surprise, the path took her directly to her destination, Bloated Man’s Grotto. The air in the mountains was clean and crisp but here it stank of death and Mer. She just prayed she wasn’t too late but she had the terrible feeling that the hunt had already begun as she has easily picked out various scents of different werebeasts.

    She was just in the process of tying up the horse when another smell caught her attention. To the south in a small corpse of trees she could make out a fire. She yelled out angrily, instantly knowing who the figure was sitting by it. With the horse’s reins in her hand, she kicked out at every stone along the pathway to the camp.

    “That no good sneaky low life reptile. Sotek you bastard!!”

    Sotek had barely enough time to get to his feet when Aela stomped her way through the trees and slapped him hard across the face. He found himself forced backwards as he crumbled under Aela’s verbal onslaught.

    “You have no right to be here, I didn’t ask you to come! You stupid bastard. We spent ages trying to sort things out with you and Hircine so you could be a werewolf and you pull this bloody stunt. What the hell do you think Hircine will do when he finds out you’re here uninvited? Damn you Sotek I’m so bloody angry with you. Don’t you want us to be together? Red and Omega? Hircine will take him away, don’t you see that? Go home! Now!”

    Sotek rubbed the side of his face and pulled himself away from a tree he had unwittingly backed into. As he sarcastically replied to Aela’s rant, he pointed over her shoulder to a figure standing behind her.

    “I have no idea what Hircine would say. Why don’t you ask him instead of hitting me? And stop calling me a bastard, bitch!”

    Aela turned around to see Hircine standing there in his Hunter Aspect. She dropped to her knees in revered homage.

    “Hircine, I’m sorry; we’re both sorry. He’s going back, right now”.

    A soft hand rested on her head and stroked her hair lovingly as if she was a pet. Hircine spoke softly to her, something Sotek was quick to notice.

    “No, he’s not my hound. He’s actually waiting for you”.

    Hircine’s voice changed once more, no longer was it the owner of a beloved pet but now it was that of a master who had commands which were to be obeyed.

    “Listen well Huntress, Hunter. In the cave there are others seeking out the prey. Find this prey, rip the flesh from his body and return his gift to me. Let’s see how well you both hunt together, against... competition”.

    Aela’s mouth closed tightly, her lips pressed together forming a seal, forcing her to breathe through her nostrils. She started chewing her lip as she turned towards Sotek, or rather the red mark on the side of his face where she slapped him.

    “Ermm... sorry about the slap. It’s your fault though; if you were honest with me then I wouldn’t have thought you were sneaking around trying to follow me”.

    Sotek hissed back his reply, knowing full well he wasn’t going to win.

    “If I was more honesst? What about you? Why didn’t you tell me the truth about your dream?”

    Aela’s mouth fell open in disbelief. She shoved him in the chest, pushing him back once more against a tree.

    “Don’t you turn this around on to me you bastard. You should have told me about the Bloodmoon”.

    She broke away from him and sat by the fire. The tone in her voice lessened while she gazed in the flames in a blank stare.

    “Did you really see a Bloodmoon? I only dream of them. You did didn’t you, you saw it! What was it like?”

    Sotek took her hand and pulled her up to her feet. As he spoke he pointed towards the west where the sun would set.

    “Imagine the brightest, reddest sunset you have ever seen. Aela, it doesn’t even come close. The whole sky’s lit up in red, blotting out every star. It’s... its amazing”. He looked down at her to see her eyes wide open in awe like a child listening to their favourite story. He could hear her heart pounding away like a dwemer machine gone mad.

    The Huntress snuggled up against him, squeezed him tightly and closed her eyes as she pictured the sky ablaze in fire.

    “You really did; such a gift Sotek, you are truly blessed. Come on, Red’s hungry. She wants to play”.

    Hircine stayed there watching them both; as Sotek entered the cave he turned around, his eyes fixed on to Hircine’s as he whispered to himself.

    “Truly blessed, or truly cursed?” He thought for a second, just for a fraction of a second, that Hircine actually smiled, then the Daedra Lord was gone.

     

     

Comments

8 Comments
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 2, 2016
    Ill Met By Moonlight.... yea.....   I'm running with a different pack of hounds.
    Then again I always do.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  May 1, 2016
    Very good chapter, Sotek. I can feel the tension. Hircine is actually a very interesting Daedric Prince in my eyes. Actually quite fair by many standards. Looking forward to see your take on Ill Met by Moonlight, though I know you will be diverting a lot ...  more
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  May 1, 2016
    That's much better.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 1, 2016
    See I don't treat Sotek as a typical Argonian so it's times like this when I screw up. How does this seem for a fix?
    The Dragonborn was set to rest in a different realm to sovngarde; he had been since the beginning. It wouldn't have made the slighte...  more
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  May 1, 2016
    In paragraph 9 you spelled enthrall as enthral. I also ran across this. "One thing was clearly evident, this wasn’t Aela’s doing. The Dragonborn was set to rest in a different realm to sovngarde; he had been since the beginning." Argonians don't go to Sov...  more
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  May 1, 2016
    Hircine. Hircine makes me say that. He's up to something, I know it...
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 1, 2016
    Now what makes you say that?
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  May 1, 2016
    Good chapter! I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I'm willing to bet it won't be good.