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Theo didn't have much to say during all of this. He wouldn't have been against Damon joining them (he wasn't paranoid), except that the Wood Elf was likely to be killed. And Theo would put that on himself.

Regardless, he trudged ahead, taking the notes from Corcius. They were titled Blackreach, and some further inspection revealed that Blackreach was where they would be headed. Theo just had to head to Dawnstar, get his barings, and then they would continue. The Altmer took the lead, wrapping the chains of his armor around himself, and ducking his head.

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Somewhere that light does not touch...

“My lord…”  A very humble Argonian in red and black armor approached the throne of his master. The throne was hand-carved, out of stone, belonging to some long forgotten Nordic king. The lizard had a powerful body, and looked like he spent his evenings slicing people to bits, but now he was utterly terrified.



The occupant of it, a man with pale skin, ice blue irises, and black hair, lounged back, his index finger sitting atop the curve of a scythe’s blade. His features were plain. There was nothing distinct about them. He was almost forgettable, except that there was nothing forgettable about him. When his eyes touched you they sent a shiver down your spine and gave an indiscernible chill that lasted until you felt warmth again. This man was not someone you wanted to meet, and if you met him, you instantly got feeling you should be headed in the other direction.

“The notes… they were not retrieved.”

The Occupant looked up sharply, and the Argonian shrank underneath the gaze. He didn’t blink at the news. But then, he never blinked.

But the icy man said nothing, so the Argonian continued. “We were met with… resistance, by a third party. Normal men and women. There was nothing spectacular about them. Not the ones you warned us off, father.”

“No… it’s them.”  His voice was angelic and harmonic. It flitted lightly, was calm, and peaceful, but there was certainly something bubbling beneath its surface. “Them again…”  He said, almost with a sigh.

“My lord?”

“My patience is very limited.”  The Occupant noted, seemingly out the blue, and to only himself.

“Of course.”  The Argonian said on reflex, bowed his head, and for no other reason to show his scare-shitless respect.

“Find them… quickly. It won’t be long, now.”

The Argonian hopped to his feet and hurried out, happy to be free from his overlord’s presence. The Occupant simply went back to watching.

(What will happen next!?  Find out in the next part!)