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"They wield most of it, yes." The priest replied. "But the Reachmen have shamans of their own, as well as a few Half-Gods under their control. If not for them, Skyrim would have retaken the Reach decades ago."

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Wrath caught the captain's fist in his hand before it reached his face. "We will start with Skyrim, but soon all of Tamriel will be reborn. Your world will be dead and from the ashes, we will create a better world."

He plunged his sword into the Nord's stomach. It passed through the guard's light armor with ease and pierced his flesh, coming out the other side.

Mendel couched blood and he felt his arms from weak.

As the Half-God pulled the sword back out, the guard fell to his knees.

Mendel began to mutter. "Kyrnil, keep Lisa safe...you are the only one that can..." He thought of his friend from Whiterun, wanting him to save his wife. As he fell over, his wound leaking blood, he thought of his son, Eorlund and was glad that he was safe in Winterhold. "Protect them...Kyr..." His last thoughts were of his wife, as his eyes glazed over and he drew his final breath.