Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180910013515/@comment-2165692-20180916083532

"The troops will need my strength in the battles to come. General." She looks at the Blade in her belt, Sancre's Heart. "We are about to break the second treaty of Stros M'kai. Once the Lariat empire is at war with the Aldmeri dominion, the troops will need my blade." she said.

A redguard officer suddenly enters, he kneels before the Princess "My lady, there's someone here to see you, two men in mysterious get ups. They say they were sent by a Lord Miraak."

Alyssa looked at him "Lord Miraak, never heard of him." she looked at Do'gazdul "Come, let's meet those emissaries." Do'gazdul followed her out through the door and to the front gate, just outside the fort two men were waiting, they wore brown robes and appeared identical, the masks were unlike anything Alyssa had ever seen as she approached one of the cultists spoke "You there! You're the one they call Dragonborn?" the tone of the man was one of hostility

Alyssa took notice of the tone and answered cautiously "And if I am?"

"The True Dragonborn comes ... We know you are the False Dragonborn! You shall not stand in the way of the true Dragonborn's return. He comes soon, and we shall offer him your heart! When Lord Mira--" he did not manage to utter another word, as far as Do'gazdul could see, it appeared to him that their intention was to harm the Princess and he held them both by the neck lifting them off the ground, he snarled and snapped the first cultists neck with but his hand, before letting go of him, the second he threw at the ground and as he tried to crawl away, Do'gazdul placed a leg on his back, grabbed him by the chin from behind his head, his extended claws burying themselves in his throat before Do'gazdul tore the Cultists clean off.

Alyssa was taken aback by the Brutality of her guard and caught herself on the wall as she held the other hand over her mouth, she had no problem with blood, but seeing such a scene unfold right in front of her was more than most could take.

Some of the soldiers was watching "That's impossible, he snapped a neck just by clenchin his fists" "He tore a man's head clean off." "That cat is a monster." they whispered among their ranks.

Do'gazdul picked up a note that he saw the cultist was holding and picked up before handing it to Alyssa "My lady, the man's note."

Alyssa took it and hesitantly opened it, she hadn't yet recovered from the cat's version of defending her. She read aloud for Do'gazdul to hear:

"Board the vessel Northern Maiden docked at Raven Rock. Take it to Windhelm, then begin your search. Kill the False Dragonborn known as Alyssa Lariat before she reaches Solstheim.

Return with word of your success, and Miraak shall be most pleased." Alyssa raised an eyebrow "False Dragonborn, I killed Alduin and eats dragon souls. How can I be a fake?" she said angered "Od-ah-viing." she said and withing mere seconds the armored red dragon landed nearby "Dragonborn things just came up." she said, and climbed onto the dragons neck, Do'gazdul sat down behind her and held onto the Dragon's horns.

Lilim entered the rebuilt museum "Silus Vesuvius?" she sadi as quietly as always "A coursier gave me this pamphlet." Silus turned to look at her "Dagon's blood. Already? I sent those Couriers out just a minute ago." he said "My first visitor. The Museum of the Mythic Dawn is open. friend! Browse the displays, and we can talk. I have a job you look perfect for, but first take a look around." Silus went over to the display cases "The tapestries hung here and outside were found in hideouts where members of the Mythic dawn would meet and plot. They were a bit damaged in the destruction two years ago but I managed to fix them, the cult's greatest accomplismen was the assassination of the Septim Dynasty and the opening of the Oblivion Gates." Lilim raised a hand "I'm more interested in hearing about this job you want me for." she said, stopping him. "Ah, Very well. But a little history, first After the Oblivion Crisis, a number of groups cropped up dedicated to wiping out the remnants of the Mythic Dawn. One of these groups found Mehrunes' Razor, the artifact of Dagon. They split it into three fragments and pledged to keep them apart forever. That was almost 150 years ago, and the pieces are still being kept by the deescendants of that group. And they're right here, in Skyrim." "Let me guess, this is sort of an errand, you need me to fetch these pieces." "Yes, but it's not a simple errand. At least two owners, Ghunzul and Drascua, are dangerous marauders. And the third owner, Jorgen, I only know he lives in Morthal. Here are my notes about them. I'll gladly pay you for getting the pieces any way you can. No questions asked." Lilim nodded and headed for the door with the notes "Good luck finding the fragments." Silus said as she left. Lilim looked at the sky, seeing that the sun would soon set she went to the edge of town and melded with the darkness, travelling to the Lumber mill in Morthal, she already knew who Jorgen was.