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Katthnir looked at the small Dremora force he'd gathered. Of all the daedra, Dremora had suffered the most since the fall. Many had descended to madness, disbelieving of their fate. Others had grown weak, unable to adjust their bodies to their new world. His force was compromised of able warriors, still stable mentally and physically, but they were by no means the dremora that once roamed the deadlands. His scorched face crinkled up as he contemplated what he would find in Cyrodiil. His force was made up of only a few men, barely enough to scratch the surface of the Dwemer.

The inhabitants of the ruin weren't all vampires. Most of them were Dunmer, but all of them, Dunmer or not, cowered on the sight of me and my weapons. The only person that didn't was a Dunmer that had sploches of blood on his red glass armour. His face, too, was a void of life. He wielded an ebony ax.
"Leave, or pay the bloodprice." He said. holding his ax steadily and calm. I walk even closer to the man, still holding a calm face. "There is only one way I will allow you to pass, and that is if you kill me."
"I was told there would be a Nord, not a petty elf like you." I taunted, "You'll be as easy to kill as a cliff racer with a broken wing! Who will I fight next, will it be a more worthy opponent, like a wolf."
"You accept the challenge, well then, I guess it's a war." He put on a ring and all of the people whom were cowering gained courage and unsheathed their weapons.
This was more of a challenge than I thought.

Shiva woke up suddenly, instinctively grabbing his bow and notching an arrow before his eyes had even fully opened. When his eyes finally opened, he found that he had impaled a dog with the arrow as he had got up. "Typical, I can never get a day's rest any more..." He got up and out of bed, stretched, and replaced his carapiece back onto his body. It wasn't much more than a second before he met the dog's owner. Shiva swept the handler's feet from under him, toppling him head-first into the ground with a thud. In a blink, Shiva picked the owner up to his height by the collar, holding an arrow against his throat with the other hand. "Why are you here? What business did you have with the nords?" Shiva demanded. The handler, a dunmer, shrugged and formed a meek smile. Bad move. Shiva, not one for beaurocracy, slammed the dunmer to the floor by the neck, winding him severely. The handler lashed out at him with his right foot, but it was predictable and Shiva was way out of range of the dunmer's leg. He waited a split second for the dunmer to bend his knee before striking with his foot, putting all of his weight behind his leg as it came down upon the handler's knee. A sickening snap assured Shiva he was successful, followed by a pain choked howl. Shiva renched the handler back up to his face by the collar, and repeated the question, enjoying the mockery he was in the position to inflict. "So you thought you'd play fight with a dremora huh? Bad move midnight. So, I'll ask you again. Why are you here for the nords?" The dunmer spat blood downwards and faced Shiva.
"I'm a messenger for the countess of Anvil, Count... counte....counte-"
"Countess Millona Umbranox. Keep talking." Shiva completed, and demanded. Fully utilising his burning red eyes as an interrogation aid.
"Sh-she's organising a local cull of daedra around county Anvil, what she's dubbed 'the grand purge' . This outpost was going to be recruited to the cause, but I obviously didn't get here in time..."
"No, you didn't. And neither will the search party expecting to find you alive."
Satisfied with this information, and yet slightly deterred, Shiva re-drew his arrow and forced it through the dunmer's throat. He strung the corpse from the frame of one of the tarpaulines, with a daedric "O" carved into the dunmer's chest. And Shiva's final tribute to his prey, an apple in the corpse's mouth.

A Dunmer runs up to me as I unsheathe Blizzcutter, slicing his throat and temorarily repeling the incoming vampires. A couple Nords rush up to my unguarded side, only to get smashed by Nord-Basher. The leader swings his weapon at me, but misses and decapitates an Argonain. Swinging my blade at him, he jumps far back, but pressures a plate. Everything stopped.
Me, my recently summoned atronach and all the vampires stop in horror as we see what the clumsy Dunmer has done.
"Timber!"

Two men, a Nord and a Dunmer, hid behind a bank of snow near Seria and her Spiderling. The largest of the boulders stood in front of Seria's body. Only her head, arms, and torso could be seen from their angle. "Look at that!" the Dunmer said, licking his chops.

"Damn...What I'd give to hop in bed with that!" the Nord said with wide eyes and an equally sinister smile. "Look at that figure!"

"Where's S'dorn!? I wonder what he would think of this beauty!"

"I'm right here, morons." said the voice of an annoyed Khajiit from behind the two stalking men. He was intelligent, and spoke not in third person like the majority of his race.

"Look at this little lady!" the Nord said with a laugh. "I bet she hasn't had a man to pleasure her in a long time..."

The Khajiit looked between his comrades' heads at the woman they were gazing at. He wrinkled his face and hit the Nord and Dunmer with the butt of his axe. "You damn fools!"

"What!? You can't see her!?" the Dunmer said, getting up from the snow.

"Yes, I can see her! That's no lady! That's a Spider Daedra!"

"How do you know?" the Nord asked.

"Are you that stupid? The head piece and the clothing. She looks like she's guarding something. Probably treasure. Or perhaps a Spiderling."

"Shut the hell up, cat!" the Nord scolded. "Come on, Gwynt!" he said to the Dunmer. "Let's go talk to her!" He shook his head, picking his sword up again after he dropped it when being hit in the head with the handble of an axe. "Spider Daedra..." he smirked. "Damn Khajiits don't know what the hell they're talkin' about." He looked up to look at the woman again. She was no longer there.

"Where'd she go?" the Dunmer was now a bit worried.

"She probably heard you two. Idiots." The Khajiit laughed.

"BY THE NINE!!!" The Nord shouted.

"What?" the Khajiit and Dunmer turned to find the enraged Spider Daedra right behind them. With a monstrous roar, she extended the size of her mouth, revealing her snake-like teeth. She bolted forward. The screams of a Nord, Elf, and Khajiit echoed through the empty skies. Then silence.

Sada's eyes slowly opened. She looked around nervously. "Don't worry darling." said the calming voice of her mother. Seria's hand began stroking her hair once again. "Everything is fine. Go back to sleep. When you awaken, you'll have a fine meal awaiting you."

With a smile, Sada fell back to sleep...

Katthnir and his squad finally reached their destination: the Imperial City. A place of ghosts, undead and a Dwemer fortress in the centre. Their task was simple, go in, check each of the six spokes and make sure the dwemers didn't manage to gain any land over the undead. Sheogorath had set up the corpses and spirits of the dead citizens a while ago to ensure the Dwemer couldn't get out of White Gold Tower. Katthnir went in alone to draw less attention.
The city was dilapidated and twisted. The once white buildings had turned black from the Dwemer corruption, and the streets were piled high with fires and bodies. But the thing that struck the Kynreeve the most was the lack of undead guardians. Thispart of the city was supposed to filled with them, but the only dead he saw were those lying motionless on the ground. He moved into the ruin of the Tiber Septim hotel and looked around. There was not one undead guardian in sight. Either they were motionless, or were playing hide and seek. He sat at a table and was just about to pour himself a drink when the shadowy blade hit him.

Not one but eight logs were falling from all directions. That damn Dunmer not only doomed himself, but an entire clan of vampires, and I was caught in the middle. I'm not going down this easily, I fought my way to the spot where one of the logs were going to kill us from, and slashed it away, another came in close, was only a splinter in mere seconds. Blessing the parade of vampires with a spell learnt from Sheogorath, they all started attacking each other. Without magicka, these pathetic humans were no match for a mighty Deadra. When a log came in close, I hacked and beat them until all the murderous logs were nothing but firewood.
My curse on the remaining mortals wore off and I started picking them off, one by one.

Sada awoke once again to a chilling gust of wind. She hated it up north. It was too cold. However, it was almost unbearably hot in the southern regions of Tamriel. She preferred the cold. “M-Mom?” she rubbed her eyes. She was very tired, as she hadn’t gotten any sleep in a week. She had stayed up during her and her mother’s journey up north the entire time. Waking up was difficult. She slowly got up. Stumbling off of the web in her tiredness, she looked around. “Mom!” she called. There was no answer. Snow was beginning to fall. The Spiderling was scared. She began running, abandoning the web her mother had set up for her. “Mom! Mom!”

She then stopped, causing snow to spray from each of her eight legs. She heard footsteps from behind a large, dead tree. “Mom! I thought you left me!” she ran behind the tree. In a split second, a rough sack engulfed her entire body. The young Daedra screamed as the bag was tied tightly.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed the voice of a Nord. Sada could hear him from inside the sack.

“How much d’ya think they’ll pay for this one?” asked the voice of another Nordic male.

“Not sure.” answered the first voice. “Maybe a few pelts and a bit of firewood. We need both.”

“Let’s head down to their camp then. I don’t think they have one of these.”

“What is it anyway?” the Nord poked the bag. The finger, behind the rough fabric, hit Sada’s abdomen. She cried in pain. “But it can talk…or at least scream!”

“It looked like it was part child and part spider.”

“Please…” Sada pleaded, sobbing. “Let me go!”

The Nords laughed. “It can talk!”

“MOM!!!!” Sada screamed at the top of her lungs.

The scream echoed through the air. It could be heard from miles away. Seria lifted her head from the campfire she had started not far from the web. “Sada?” She whirled her body around and sprinted to the web. She was thunderstruck when she found the web empty. “Sada? Sada!?” She began searching behind each of the surrounding boulders. Nothing was to be found. She twitched her abdomen. Venom rushed to the fangs below her torso. She was now crying as well. “SADA!!!!” she screamed.

Meanwhile, the Nords laughed as they mercilessly jabbed the bag with their fingers. “Aww….the wittle spider thingy wants her mommy.” they taunted.

“Stop! Please! What did I do!?” Sada cried, kicking and screaming in attempts to escape from the bag. There was no hope.

“Let’s see how much that stupid bandit gang will pay for this little catch.” one of the Nords suggested.

“I agree. Let’s go.”

A Ka'jitt, trying to disguise himself between the corpses of his kind, gets trampled on by a fellow Nord. Two Dunmer charge towards me, at separate sides, and they meet separate fates at the same time. The trampling Nord throws his dagger at me, missing, and gets ready for Hand-to-Hand combat.
"I've killed trolls with my bare hands. I've killed minotaur lords with my bare hands. I sure as hell can kill you with my bare hands!"
He comes in close and punches me steadily in the face, but I don't flinch. Since the only remaining vampires are him, an argonian with healing potions and the leader, who is on the ground, writhing in pain. I put my weapons down and spar to the death with the petty Nord.
"Storm-Tongue!" the leader called from the corner he was lying in, holding up a bow. "Dispose of the Aureal quickly, or I'll have you head!" The Nord flinched on that comment and that gave me the chance to strike. I summoned up a dagger as quickly as possible, threw it at the medic, cutting off the Nords left ear. It was a direct hit to the center of his head.
The Nord dropped to the ground, rocking like a child and muttering something about knives appearing from nowhere. I think he has lost his sanity, and back in the realm I used to live in, he was a welcome citizen. I kicked him in the face, and walked over to he Dunmer.

Sada knew she could do nothing while trapped inside the sack. She attempted to relax. But she couldn’t stop crying. It seemed as though they had been walking for hours. Finally, the top of the sack opened up, and the moonlight was let it. She was dumped on top of a wooden table, covered in splinters. “Ow!” she cried, getting up. She looked around. The two Nords stood on one side of the table, one with the empty sack in his hands, and on the other side stood a Khajiit. It was cold and snowy, as it always was up north. But she was used to the warmth of the sack.
The Khajiit frowned as he eyed Sada. “…What is it?”
“We’re not sure.” one of the Nords replied. “But it’s something rare! We think you could make use out of it!”
“Don’t try to swindle me!” the Khajiit snapped. He turned around to another Khajiit, who was working on a camfire behind him. “Hey! You! Go get Fondas!”
The Khajiit nodded and headed into a large ten at the side of the camp. “Please…” Sada pleaded again. “Just let me go. I didn’t do anything!”
“It can talk!” the Khajiit near the table said in surprise.
Suddenly, a Dunmer man pushed his way out of the tent. He was wearing a dirty apron and a pair of worn leather gloves. “What the hell do you want now?” he asked with a frown.
“Come and take a look at this one.” the Khajiit said, moving to the end of the table to give the Dunmer some space.
The Dunmer approached the table with a cocked eyebrow. “Charred skin, red markings…That’s Daedra, no doubt.” He pulled a stick-like object from his belt and put it under Sada’s chin. He pulled it up, causing her head to go up as well. “Hmm…”
“What’s the matter with it?” one of the Nords asked with an angry attitude.
“It’s different. This is a Spiderling. They are the offspring of grown Spider Daedra. Spider Daedra commonly possess white or blonde hair with extremely light colored eyes. This one has dark hair with blue eyes. And her eyes differ from that of common Spiderlings through more than just color. She has pupils!”
“Is that rare?” the Khajiit asked, rubbing the fur on his chin with his hand.
“Rare? Well, I’d say so, yes. Spiderling always represent one of their parents’ exact appearance. The males represent their fathers, and the females their mothers.”
“So that means-”
“It means that her mother possesses these exact same traits. Judging from this one’s size, she’s about thirty years old. That’s about the equivalent of sixteen in human years.”
“So this one is still young?” the Khajiit asked with interest.
“Well…of course! Which means that she’s still in the care of an adult Spider Daedra.” He turned to the Nords. “Where did you find this one?”
“About two miles away from here.”
“Her mother’s still in the area, then.” the Dunmer said, a sudden expression of fear on his face. “This is a risky purchase. Spider Daedra are…extremely protective of their young.”
“I think we can handle it.” the Khajiit stated. He looked at the Nords. “We’ll give you three bear pelts and two logs for it.”
“Deal!” the Nords said simultaneously.
“What’s going to happen to me?” Sada asked with tears frozen across her cheeks as the Nords ran off with their supplies.
The Khajiit did nothing but laugh as he put a small cage on the table and pushed the Spiderling inside. He locked the cage and placed it inside one of the tents.

"My...My lord," mumbled the scamp as it entered Sheogorath's quarters.
"What is it..." growled the prince. He was being interrupted in the middle of his meditations.
"I'm afraid the Dremora have returned with some bad news sire," the scamp stuttered, "their leader was killed by what appeared to be a Dwemer weapon."
"He was a strong fighter," replied Sheo, "but he was a fool to go near Green Emperor Way. Did the scouts confirm that the defenses are holding?"
"Well my lord, that is what I actually came to tell you. The scout was found in Talos Plaza. The undead prescence has been completely removed both there and in the Temple district."
Sheogorath gently put down the bottle of whiskey he was about to drink and grinned.
"Then it will take a higher power to deal with them," he happily replied, "get me a Winged Twilight. It's time I went on holiday to this supposed fity of wonder..."

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him into the air, asking him a question forcefuly. "Give me a reason why I don't kill you right here!"
"I know things," he coughed sadisticly. "I can give you a secret to killing the Nord."
"What! That he's weak to garlic!"
"He's not a vampire, hhe's the only one isn't. But he hates the cold."
"A Nord that hates cold, I don't belive it" I laughed.
The Dunmer smiled weakly, opened his mouth, but only blood came out. He went limp. I looked at his chest to see that he killed himself with an arrow. I tossed his corpse aside and continued on my way through this ruin castle. Having one last look at what was behind me, the delirius Nord was gone.
*creek*