Reaper of Cheydinhal: Supernal Dreaming

Morgan found himself in a island that seemingly floated in space. He knew what this realm was. Maybe. Feeling a bit woozy, he decided to explore the strange realm he was dragged in, unable to remember if he was asleep or awake. It mattered little though, as the first priority was to find answers.

Using his inhuman leaping abilities as a vampire, Morgan made his way towards the end of the island, which viewed a statue of a mysterious being. He took a small moment to observe the statue... until he realized that the statue itself was an effigy of the Lord of Domination: Molag Bal.

As he drew his blade, the statue came to life. A statue that was 10 meters tall, and wielded a replicated Mace of Molag Bal that was still enough to crush a person into a flattened dumpling. Morgan engaged the statue with his superb skills.

As what looked like a never ending fight, Morgan prepared to strike down the statue from above after a Transversal, but was caught by the hand of the statue. As the effigy of Molag Bal roared at him it proceeded to chomp off Morgan's head like a snack as blood flew everywhere.

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"!!!" Morgan shot up. He looked around, and found himself at his usual headquarters, hidden deep within the confines and shadows of the Rift of Skyrim. It was the same dream again. The very dream that Clavicus Vile taunted him about. The day where the God of Brutality will finally claim and enslave his soul, and forced to suffer an eternity of torture and infinite cruelty.

Even with such a horrific nightmare, Morgan did not let that stop him. He proceeded to gather his gear and meet up with Elvali. He expected a report by the end of the day. His expectations were met when Elvali had left notes of the possible whereabouts of a loose end. Morgan immediately decided to pack up what he needed and left to find the said loose end before he could escape to Morrowind or Eastmarch.

...Francois War-Bane.