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Boethiah liked this.

A meeting between the other combatants. The perfect opportunity for murder, for plots... It was really the only reason she had agreed to meet with them.

Mehrunes Dagon on the other hand did not look pleased and Mephala just seemed abscent entirely.

The three Daedric Princes had agreed to meet. Not even a majority of princes, but still three forces to be reckoned with.

"The monster seems to have caught the stag's forces between his tusks." Mephala commented.

"I must commend Malacath for his skill..." Mehrunes Dagon said with a voice that sounded little impressed.

"...Even if he is a lesser, he is currently winning in large portions of Tamriel. Hircine enjoys the chase too much, his strategy is not sound enough."

"Your words mean nothing, Dagon. It is action that matters." Boethiah sounded both stern yet spirited.

"Malacath's ambition is paying off. And if I recall correctly, the last time you tried to take land on the mortal plane Akatosh undid everything with the help of a mere mortal and an amulet."

Dagon scoffed.

"That amulet was broken in the process, thanks to me! It is the reason you all are able to wage your insignificant wars." Insignificant compared to what he was planning to do in these Daedric Wars. But she would not show his hand yet. This was a small meeting between rivals, not friends.

Ever since Sheogorath suggested someone should claim dominion over the mortal realm the Princes had warred with one another for the honor. Using the pawns they had accrued in Mundus. They all tried to get that most coveted price in their own way. Open war, trickery and deceit, some even tried with diplomacy.

"Insignificant? You live in the past Dagon." Mephala mocked.

"You have not even made one claim on Mundus despite the wishes of your followers? What is the matter? Are you afraid of losing again?"

Mehrunes Dagon thought about transforming a mortal to look like Mephala, just so he could imagine killing her. It would be a great honor for the mortal.

Boethiah, prince of plots that he was, was of course less inclined to mock Dagon. She was silent and watched. Trying to deduce what he was thinking of.

"Not that I expect either of you to tell me but was it your doing in Elinhir?" Dagon asked.

"That little stunt is sure to disrupt the balance of power in the region. I can see it becoming a glorious battlefield for war." The Prince's voice thundered near the end of that sentence and somewhere in Nirn a wave grew into a tsunami.

"Not that easy. The realm still has its own gods. bootlickers of the Aedra; the lot of them, but still something to be mindful of."

"They seem content to just let things happen. Did they not allow the destruction of their people's homeland? They are fools. Willing to just sit there on their beach and barely raise a finger. When whatever crawled out of the void returns, they will not be ready."

Boethiah's voice was full of scorn. She hated those who were complacent and without ambition.

She was of course referring to the Lau'ada there as well.

Some foolish mortals thought Sithis was a god, a lord of dead souls, claiming to hear him whisper to them... Fouls... Sithis was but a hole! A void. Nothing to be afraid of!

What had frightened Boethiah and the other Daedra though was that something had against all odds, come from 'the other side' into their planes of existence. An invader from a place thought to have been nothing but a waste basket for souls. An unwanted, un-negotiating guest that had clung itself onto the edges of reality and seeped in like cold would in one's bones, and all that right under their noses until it was too late.

These pocket realities could be entered via Nirn, but not Oblivion. It was not part of Oblivion. And this is why they had to claim the world. As a buffer state it was woefully inadequate. The Aedra were like the Yokudans, passive as always.

"The Lau'ada will most likely be back but that doesn't mean we can have some fun with their followers in the meantime. Those hilariously inadequate little blue elves." Dagon laughed, and lava churned.

Mephala in the meantime wanted to address what Sanguine had told her. Which was received with mocking and snide tones from the other two gods. Sanguine was a moron. A drunken idiot who's campaign on Nirn had been as pointless as his usual activities. But the queen of spiders was adamant.

Strangers had just so conveniently taken Dibella's Rose right from under him. It could've been chance. But Daedric Princes knew better than that.

"I think, for all our sakes, we keep our eyes peeled when it comes to a group with that description."

Boethiah wondered if this was one of Mephala's tricks. They were at war after all. Mehrunes Dagon wondered why this was important as well. Magical objects existed all across the known realms. He had created plenty of them, why was this one any different?

In any case. Once the meeting was over, all three of them still had that little bit of information on their mind. They would alter plans accordingly

-

1st of Frost Fall, Two weeks later

While it had not always been beautiful weather, it had all in all been smooth sailing.

The Flashing blade had since about a week, at times come close to the coastline of the isle of Summerset, but never close enough for it to be properly regarded. Part of the reason was because of the strict rules imposed on foreign sailors when approaching the island. The ports were as far as most people could go. The beaches and coasts were off limits for which severe penalties applied, were you land on them.

Today they would arrive at one suck port, the city of Shimmerene.

It was morning but still quite dark outside, the sun's dawn was hotly anticipated. The days had after all grown shorter with the advent of the new month.

Helian was up early, well aware that they would be arriving any minute. He watched the still darkened coastline on the horizon rise and fall.

And then he saw it.

The Shining City appeared. It was a beautiful collection of spires with thousands of windows, all of them radiating an amazing white light.