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Do'Xadhari sat in his room, his desk was cleared off all his daedric research, instead he was going through reports. More specifically reports of a squad of his men that were on patrol throughout the territory he ruled keeping an eye out for any daedric activity, namely, Molag Bal and his anchors. Instead of the men getting killed by daedra and anchors, they were killed by a recent group of bandits claiming to be fighting for the freedom of Elsweyr.

Do'Xadhari sighed, he ran a hand through his unruly hair, which was slowly to starting to resemble the Mane's messy hair. He couldn't out right attack the bandits, or it will cause a poltical problem, the bandits were an organized army, which was problematic for him. They had captured his tactician and executed him, and they had no other tactician, and no one was willing to step up to the job. So Do'Xadhari who had no knowledge of planning tactics took up the role, despite being a leader already.

The people of Corinthe and the bandits were on the precipice of another war, Do'Xadhari rested his forhead in his head as he sighed in annoyance. Corinthe was backed into a corner, the defenders of Corinthe were demoralized because of Molag Bal already. Do'Xadhari leaned back in his chair, he was considering asking for the Aldermeri Dominion's help, to offer the Lost Legion members as a sign of peace to get their help.

He quickly dismissed the idea, he had fought with the Lost Legion two years ago, it would be an unforgivable act of betrayal if he handed the soliders that were defending Elsweyr to the Dominion. Do'Xadhari growled in frustration, there was only option to put an end to the bandit threat within Corinthe without being utterly destroyed, and that to reach an agreement with the bandit leader.

And since it was known the leader of the bandits were female, Do'Xadhari dreaded what one of the outcomes could be, he could be forced to marry the bandit scum to reach peace, which is something that made Do'Xadhari's blood boil and the wolf within his soul to pace. "Milord?" a voice asked in the Khajiiti native tongue, Do'Xadhari looked up and spotted one of his advisors. Do'Xadhari sighed then got up from his chair, he walked over to a window that overlooked Corinthe.

"Yes?" Do'Xadhari asked in the Khajiiti native tongue.

"Have you reached a choice yet?" the advisor asked.

"Yes," he answered, "offe parley to the bandits."

"Very well." the advisor said, "I will set it up soon."

"Good." Do'Xadhari replied.

"Milord." the advisor said before leaving, Do'Xadhari returned to his thoughts...

(The end for Xad's journey, there will be no further present posts for him, their will be an epilogue one for him however.)

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Avenwulf -- a warrior believed to being killed by the Inquisition -- sat at a camp fire, very much alive, with the remains of his mercenary company. Avenwulf was gravely wounded when he fought the Inquisition last, his legs were broken, his face damaged badly that he was blinded in his left eye, and an ugly scar lie there. Avenwulf looked at the remains of his mercenary company, they weren't the same anymore, many had died, some still mourned the loss.

Avenwulf looked up at the brute of an Argonian that was with them, he was still the same as always, serious to the bone, willing to do anything to complete a mission. The Argonian stared into the fire thoughtfully, Avenwulf looked over at the elf they had saved, they had white hair and strange warpaint that wouldn't come off. They had being seriously hurt, they had even fell into a coma and still was in it, but they were alive.

Avenwulf looked at the four other mercenaries that had survived, before frowning, over seventy men dead all lost to the Inquisition. The men were demoralized, Avenwulf stood up, no one payed any attention to him. Avenwulf walked over to the comatose Bosmer, he knelt down by the elf and checked his temperature, it was normal.

We can't keep dragging him around. Avenwulf thought as he stood up and moved away, Avenwulf stopped when he heard a groan of pain from behind him, he spun around and saw the comatose Bosmer had awaken, his eyes were slowly opening. The Bosmer had a confused look on his face, he heard them say "Where am I...?" then heard them said "Who am I...?" which gave away the elf had amenisa.

Avenwulf approached them quietly as possible, the Bosmer noticed him and looked at him with fear in their eyes, Avenwulf offered his hand then said with a chuckle. "There are better places to rest than the ground." the Bosmer calmed down then took his hand and hauled themself up. Once the elf was on their feet, Avenwulf backed off, "Who are you?" the elf asked.

"I'm Avenwulf." Avenwulf replied.

"I'm... Uhh... Strange, I can't remember my own name." the elf replied with a frown.

"It's because you have amenisa." Avenwulf informed.

"What's amenisa?" the elf asked.

Avenwulf began explaining things to the elf, and answered all the elf's questions, and soon learned that the elf was called 'Fenris'...

(The end of Avenwulf and Fenris, might be an epilogue for them though.)