In the Wake of Battle

After taking care of the group of bandits going by The Raiders, the party inspects the rest of the cave structures and locates Jonuley, the Imperial Ambassador. They find him sickly and pale, locked behind thick iron bars. With a key looted off the corpse of the Orc leader, they're able to breach the chamber which has help Jonuley up to this point. With the combined efforts of Jethro, Alluria, and Sventhor, Jonuley is pulled from the poison induced slumber and paralysis.

Thankful to be rescued, Jonuley explains to the party that he was sent from the Imperial City in Cyrodiil as an ambassador to Skyrim. He was originally heading to Solitude when they were ambushed in Rorikstead by the group of bandits. Although weakened, he goes on to tell that the attack was too precise to be anything but planned. Unsure of where they would have collected, Jonuley is only left to assume someone within the inner circle of Cyrodiil or Skyrim seems to be plotting his demise. With this fear in mind, he requests one more good deed from the party. He asks that they ferry him back down the side of the mountains and return him to Rorikstead. They agree, but not before Jonuley has a chance to offer up his enchanted rings as thanks.

Leaving the ruined encampment behind, the party, plus Sventhor and Jonuley, slowly make their way back down the side of the mountain and through the plains. Their journey is mostly uneventful and they soon find themselves arriving in Rorikstead. Having traveled all through the night to rescue the ambassador in a timely fashion, it's early morning by the time they find themselves back among the company of others. Before they draw close to the town, the smell of roasting meat reaches out to our party of weary travelers. It's not until they get close enough and find the streets empty of corpses that they realize the burning bonfire is a funeral pyre.

Seeming unfazed, Jonuley quickly approaches the town residents to begin collecting any info he can about the events which happened. Sventhor thanks the party and takes this moment to make their leave. Unsure of what to do next, most of the party decides to rest for the night at the local inn. Those who don't spend their time drinking or hunting until true morning comes. 

When everyone has rested and the party is beginning to take their leave of Rorikstead, they decide to ask the town about a possible reward for slaying the Raiders. Surprised, the towns persons they speak to let them know that the reward had been provided to the Imperial Ambassador for his service and to help him on his quest. He had left in the wee hours of the morning while the majority of the party was still resting. 

Disgruntled but not willing to follow Jonuley and Sventhor all the way to Solitude, the party decides to let go of any additional reward. After finishing up any last business left in the town, they depart northward for a few miles before heading west towards Karthwasten and, eventually, Markarth.

Pierce the Keep!



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The party finds themselves outside the gates of the protected fort of Sundered Redoubt the Raiders are currently calling home. Together, they gather outside the heavy portcullis that separates the main base and the outside portion of their base. A quick examination of the gate shows an iron door built into the heavy bars, acting as an entryway while the portcullis is closed. Having already picked the key off one of the corpses from earlier, they decided to proceed onward.


Dra’Jhad fails after attempting to detect the life forces inside the walls two times. Decided something else may be lurking behind the walls, they decide to play it safe. Taking a move from their usual playbook, Bokralt approaches the door and uses the key to unlock the mechanism. Dra’Jhad gets ready and, in an instant, Borkalt throws open the door while Dra’Jhad shoots out red balls of fury towards the handful of foes inside the camp known as Sundered Redoubt. Thus begins the second portion of the fight to free the Imperial Ambassador, Jonuley.


Inside the walls of the compound are more huts constructed from local lumber, rocks, and animal pelts. There seems to be a higher population inside the walls, most of which are deep in drink and slow to react as the party begins laying out the enemies one by one. Even as reinforcements step out from the huts to join the fight, the entire encounter is over in a matter of minutes. Surprisingly, they’re able to take care of the foes in the first sector without alerting any of the others in the other section of the base, which is separated by a stone wall and an iron gate.


It’s due to their quickness that the party is able to listen to an exchange between two Raiders while hiding in the shadows. They learn that suspicions are high that something is happening, even through the drunken stupor of most of in the inhabitants. While the particular interchange between the Raiders is shrugged off by the lone guard as nothings, the party wastes no time and decides to act quickly and decisively. They sweep in, taking out one the two Raiders they had seen, plus a third which had been sleeping inside a tent out of sight. They also made quick business of the guard, who had originally attempted to run, likely to grab reinforcements. Luckily, Borkalt is quick to act, chasing the man and taking him out before he can spread the word.


This leaves one lone Raider, who questions the party about the death of his friend Ragnar. They indulge his fancies and tell him that his friend is indeed dead, at their hands. They also waste no time assuring the Raider that he will be next. Solemnly, he asks simply for a quick and merciful death. He’s accepted that it’s his time to die and he just wishes to leave the world as a warrior. Unfortunately, there are other motives at hand inside of the party.


Stepping forward and falsely promising a quick death, Jethro bares his fangs and sinks his teeth deeply into the Nord’s flesh. In a scene that’s anything but merciful, Jethro drains both the life energy and the blood from the Raider. He struggles at first, but his weakened form is quickly overpowered and he falls limply to the ground, forming a pool of blood. The wound in his neck is jagged and torn, leaving Jethro’s face looking like something out of a slasher story. Abashedly, he quickly wipes away what he can from his body before continuing onwards, hearing the sounds of battle from deeper within as Borkalt meets with the next line of foes.


This time two handed warriors in heavy armor and strong tactics are their foes, creating a stronger defense that seems to stall the party in place. Thinking quickly, they use the environment to their advantage and hope to widdle the enemy down before moving what looks to be the end of the fort. At the same time, Dra’Jhad steps up and with the accuracy only the most critical moment can allow, is able to cast a strong fury over two foes simultaneously. Although the part can now count the two massive warrior as helpers for now, they also hear the tearing sound as a portal to Oblivion is ripped into the world.


From around the corner they can see the shape of a Flame Atronach, which wastes no time shooting balls of fire forward. This adds a new element to the encounter as the party slays the first atronach, but is surprised by the form of another atronach summoned in response. They quickly learn that the mage not only controls flame atronachs, but also has dominion over frost and shock atronachs. Going all out, the party rushes the last portion of the fort and eventually are able to maneuver their way to the summoner. They take his life and force the onslaught from the atronachs to cease. During the chaos of the fight, they also watch as a well armoured and lithe figure slips inside a cave entrance which seems to be where the main path leads into.


Soon, the party are standing outside the entrance of the cave, the only ones left alive being those with the party. Surprisingly, Svenngor the guard is still alive and looks longingly towards the entrance of the cave and the possibility of completing his personal goal. Wasting no time with the corpses of the slain, they move straight into the low light of the cave and towards what they hope is the end of the encounter.


Stepping inside, the party quickly finds that the cool, damp, cave is a natural formation, with a massive chamber nearly fifteen meters cubed. Standing near the center of the room is a stone dias with two tiers of steps leading up to a platform. Stone fingers reach out at four angles, with torches burning and filling the chamber with their flickering light and acrid smoke. Off to one side of the cavern is the lithe figure they saw earlier, likely the second in command.


Standing atop the dias is an Orc in heavy ebony armor and wielding a warhammer also made of ebony. As the party steps into the cave, he makes a quick movement and seems to tie a bottle to his belt with a length of cordage. At the same time, he speaks to the party and calls them out. Letting them know he’s holding their “friend” captive, he also mentions that he’s been poisoned and that the only relief is the bottle hanging at his hip. He then readies himself atop the dais, both him and his second in command in the dark leather armor waiting for the party to make the first move.


Borkalt wastes no time and immediately rushes the dias, to the slight dismay of Jethro. Although not able to draw close enough to immediately attack, he’s able to maneuver himself halfway up stairs. At the same time, Alluria lets loose her lightning towards the Orc, although his armor seems to resonate with a strange energy that slightly displaces the shocking power. The second-in-command also steps up and begins throwing knives at the party, hitting Borkalt and barely missing the others. In response, Dra’Jhad uses his telekinetic powers to send the throwing knife that missed him flying back towards the wielder, landing a solid blow.


Realizing things are not going as smoothly as they could, the Orc Raider steps down on a hidden switch atop the dias and sends arcing lightning current along hidden wires resting on the steps. It catches Borkalt and the party watches as his body becomes rigid with shock. As it winds down, he is shaken but not finished and quickly moves to end the battle. During the confusion of the shock, the second in command also takes a moment to toss out a poison bomb, hitting most of the rest of the group in a poison haze.


The battle continues with each side dealing blows on the other. Eventually, the second in command falls to the combined efforts of Alluria’s lightning, Dra’Jhads controlling spells, and Svenngor’s mace. Jethro and Borkalt continue the relentless onslaught against the Orc leader until he finally stumbles and falls to the ground due to the paralyzing light Dra’Jhad lances his way. The Orc Raider is close to death but not dead. Alluria takes advantage of the situation, stepping up and with no fanfare, buries her newly acquired glass war axe into the spine of the Orc. He twitches once, twice, thrice, and then lays dead. The party now stands amongst the remains of the dead, quickly and quietly collecting the valuables from the corpses.


Fight for the Ambassador

Wasting no time, the party and the single lone guard, Svenngor, begin the journey after the mysterious group known as The Raiders; a so-called collective of criminal groups brought together under a mighty Orc. They travel west of Rorikstead, through the plains while climbing steadily as they approach the outskirts of the Sundered Hills. Before long, evening turns to night and they arrive at the base of the hills. The rocks now protrude from the surrounding and a steep, switchback path hidden behind a pair of heavy boulders is the only way up the steep cliff side.

Using caution, the group proceeded up the switchback trail that climbs for a long while. Eventually, they near the top and can feel a strong wind blowing over the hilltop. Light also cascades over the side of the hill and the party attempts to silently draw close. They succeed and follow a stone path forward until spying two lone Raiders, their backs turned, arguing about ten meters away. After drawing as close as they think close, Dra'Jhad begins prepping the group for battle.

Oddly, the guards begin moving away from the party, their voices dropping to whispers. By this time, the fighters of the party have begun sneaking towards them and are caught off guard by the fleeing enemies. Then Borkalt runs forward, nearly knocking their guard friend off the cliff, and all is clear as three archers step out from a stone staircase that had been out of site. They fire and the full battle commences. Much damage is deal from the many blows from Borkalt, Jethro, and Svenngor the guard. Corpses are flung and skulls caved in. Helping all the while are Dra'Jhad and Alluria. Fury and dazzling lights coming from our furry friend, while our Breton warrior lashes out with sizzling conduits of pure lightning. 

After taking care of the the advance guard and the archers, the party finds a small clearing between the peaks holding another group of Raiders. Three small huts made of collected lumber and pelts are used as cover while a new stage of fighting breaks up. A new character joins the fight as a drunken mage steps from one of the huts and begins casting wicked Alteration spells, managing to paralyze Jethro. Luckily, he's able to break through the grasp of the spell and the remainder of the enemies are slain. This leaves the party outside the stone walls of what looks to be a large fortress. 

They take only a moment to heal their wounds and collect the plunder from their first victory. Realizing many more foes lie within the walls, they restrengthen their defenses and plan to storm the entrance. An iron portcullis currently blocks the only entry point visible, although the bars themselves look to have a strange structure and pattern built into the bottom-right side. 

A Few Stops

The morning comes quickly in Whiterun Hold. The party awakes in the camp that once held Dreet-Dar Coldblood, his body grown stiff a few meters away where they had dragged it. Taking care of their morning business, the party decides to continue on their way to Rorikstead. They set out and aren't on the road for but thirty minutes before passing their first landmark. 

Seeing a dirt path leading down to a rock overhang protruding over an open cave mouth, the party decides to check it out. When they arrive, blood and claw marks are etched into the mouth of the cave. They decide to enter and after walking down the stone chasm that led to the main chamber, they found themselves face to face with three werewolves. Managing to stay relatively hidden near the rock walls, they watched as a larger and more ferocious werewolf tore into the two smaller beasts. 

After a flurry of claws and maws, the larger werewolf tore through the closest of the smaller creatures. Just as the large second, smaller werewolf was about to be tackled by the large killer, it let loose a roar that fell over everyone in the area. Suddenly, great fear filled the hearts of everyone except Alluria, who was currently standing calmly amongst the chaos. Changing form and dropping into the shape of an armored, Nord women with long, brown hair, the larger werewolf began running. The rest of the party also began heading towards the end of the cave, before each in turn were able to break through the effects. 

Wasting no time, the Nord warrior descended upon the remaining werewolf. The party assisted and they were able to slay the fell beast. This did not spell the end of the encounter, though. With money on the line, for Borkalt and Dra'Jhad had placed bets on which werewolf would win, Borkalt took a swing at the Nord champion. Jethro decided to help and, together, they attempted to fight. Surprised, the Nord warrior reacted with her own attacks, managing to deal solid blows against Borkalt.

Surprised by her strength, Borkalt lowered his weapons and attempted a truce. Luckily, she agreed and spoke to them. Introducing herself as Threki, she explains she is part of the Companions and was hired to take out the inhabitants of this cave. After warning them that such actions against the Companions in the future would result in punishment, she walked out of the cave. Not before laying a hand on Dra'Jhad's shoulder, who had helped her directly in the initial fight, and welcome him to visit Jorrvaskr. 

A quick discussion later, the party decided not to delve deeper into the ruins. Making their way outside and back to the main road, they continued on their way to Rorikstead. The road swept through the hilly plains and highlands, with the mountains growing first farther away and then nearer as they continued northward. While they were just drawing within sight of the town, the sounds of shouts and cries of battle reached their ears.

Coming into view as they rounded a small hill, a battle opened below them that were centered around a carriage which had been turned on its side. Attempting to use the buildings of the town to their advantage, a small gathering of guards are fighting hard to hold off against a force nearly four times larger. The group is made up of a smattering of different raiders, with a heavy armoured Nord woman with a mace leading the group. 

Sprinting towards the battle, Borkalt leads the charge and manages to slay a few raiders before the rest of the party arrives as backup. It's a quick battle, but only two of the four guards remain when the final crushing blows are dealt to the large, Nord woman leading the raiders. Nearly fifteen corpses lay scattered around the town and the party is quick to begin their looting.

While this is going on, Dra'Jhad is able to chase down and charm on of the raiders who had tried to flee. Under the guise of a colleague, he was able to learn that almost two score raiders had descended upon a noble's carriage. They managed to kidnap the noble, an Imperial representative named Jonuley who was sent on a goodwill mission from the Imperial City. He was traveling to Solitude when the raiders learned of his presence and decided to try ransoming him. Gaining all the information he need and with Borkalt arriving to check on the situation, Dra'Jhad gave a signal and Borkalt was quick to take down the last surviving raider in the area.

Dra'Jhad quickly explained the situation to the party and the two remaining guards. While one of the guards felt all was hopeless and decided to storm away from the party in a rage, the sole remaining guard agreed to come with the party. Unsure of what might happen if they were to wait, they agreed to leave immediately to save Jonuley. The guard agreed and they began preparations to go. 

To the Hills or the Plains?

It's early morning when the party leaves, Malithia the old Nord and Willem the Bosmer in tow. The journey takes most of the day to accomplish, although the road and weather is as fair as could be expected for Falkreath Hold. Heading westward from Helgen, they soon find themselves back in the capital city Falkreath. They collectively decide to take care of a few tasks around town, such as stocking up on rations and potions which had been used previously. With there still being a few hours of sunlight remaining, they decide to continue on the path towards Markarth. 

This time, they're heading northward, keeping the Illianta Lake on their right. The fair weather soon turns and rain falls heavily on the group. It's not until nearly ten in the evening that they stumble upon the slanted ruins of a stone tower off the right-side of the road. It sits on a rocky hill and doesn't look to have a path or doorway visible from this stretch of road. 

The party decide to take a moment to inspect the structure, hoping to find a dry and safe place to stay for the evening. Climbing the rocky hill, they find an entrance and a path on the far side of the tower. After entering and Dra'Jhad casting the usual Detect spells, they learn that an Imperial sits above them, unsuspecting to the residents below at this point in time. Continuing to take the lead, Dra'Jhad calls out to the Imperial by race and informs him that the party would be staying here for the night, whether or not he was okay with it. To help backup his claim, Borkalt begins walking up the stairs with whiskey in one hand and his axe in the other. 

The Imperial is stunned and hesitant, but the situation changes suddenly as Alluria runs up the stairs, her hand bursting into shimmering lightning. Threatening the Imperial, she demands that he leave the tower to them. Unfortunately, the rest of the party still blocks the stairwell. Unsure of what to do, the Imperial steps back with a dagger in his hands, shaking noticeably.

The rest of the party eventually arrives and calms the situation. They explain that they will be staying in the tower and that the Imperial could also stay, or resist and die. They also touch on the fact that if they wanted him dead, he would have already been dead. Reluctantly, the Imperial agrees under the condition that they remain in the lower section of the tower and he remains above. An agreement is reached and most return below. 

Dra'Jhad remains up top and learns that this is Chaelin Civentius, an up-and-coming adventurer and map maker. Not many words are exchanged before he requests for Dra'Jhad to please return to the lower tower for the evening. 

Jethro also takes the opportunity to hunt fresh animal prey to satisfy his bestial needs. Once done, he returns to the tower. The night passes by, with Jethro simply leaning in the open doorway below while the others sleep. Eventually, everyone comes to in the morning and are surprised by the continuing silence from above. Jethro goes to investigate and finds that Chaelin has crafted a rope in the night and climbed his way down the tower. He's nowhere to been seen and the fire he was using is cold. 

Although Jethro rushes down to tell the party, they don't find the Imperial. They decide to continue on their journey, moving towards the crossroads and the town of Granite Hill. Since they had chosen to walk through the night, it's only round noon when they reach the pass at the southern part of the Sundered Hills. Crossing this point, they party is overlooking the small town of Granite Hill. They approach the town with three homes and a single inn, the Granite Hill Hall.

Drink and rest is fresh on everyone's mind, so they enter the inn. There are a few groups of individuals at tables, a Dunmer bard, and a sharp faced women behind the bar with pale skin and black hair. Jethro decides to take his chance with the Dunmer bard while the rest of the party heads to the bar for a drink. 

The barkeep takes their gold for the drinks, as well as the gold for the rooms happily. She serves drinks and gossip about the local area. It's at this time that the discussion about whether they should travel through the mountains to Markarth or around the mountains and down through the pass by Karthwasten. Iava, the barkeep, chimes in to let them know both are viable options, although the pass through the mountains was much faster. Eventually, with Dra'Jhad leading the charge, they decide to go through Rorisktead to the north before heading towards Karthwasten and Markarth. 

It's about this time that a new patron enters the bar. It's a green-scaled Argonian with a very featureless body, more snakelike than reptilian. He takes an empty seat at the bar and is immediately served a cold drink and a purse heavy with gold. Dra'Jhad attempts to strike up conversation, but other than a cursory and polite reply, the Argonian downs his drink and leaves. Unsure of what happened, those at the bar ask Iava who that was. She hesitantly explains he's Dreet-Dar Coldblood, an emissary of the Thieves' Guild who has been collecting 'protection fees' from all the smallholders in the area. 

Filled with drunk confidence, the party decide to follow Dreet-Dar through the night and ambush him. They leave almost immediately, although not before Malithia and Willem can excuse themselves. They decided to take the quick path through the Druadach mountains, but hopes the party will still visit once they arrive in Markarth. Then, both groups head their separate way. 

It's only a few hours before the party stumbles upon Dreet-Dar's camp off the side of the main road. He's alone with his back on them all. Stealthily, they're able to draw close before jumping out and ambushing him. All four members of the party descend upon him at once and it's not long before he succumbs to the damage. Before he does, he calls out that the party doesn't know who they're messing with and made a mistake hurting a member of the Guild. Then, his smooth scaled head is severed from his shoulders and Dreet-Dar speaks no more. 

A quick looting finds a couple of enchanted daggers, although the armor is shredded beyond repair. With their drunkenness leaving them behind after the march and battle, the party sets up camp on top of Dreet-Dar's and settles down for the evening. 

Those Who Remain

The party eventually is able to come back together after grabbing Borkalt and Alluria from farther down the Pale pass. With Nelssarre by their side, they have a quick discussion and decide to stop by the town of Helgen to the south for the evening before heading back to the Pale Pass the next day. Not long after doing so, they're confronted by the group of archers, led by a fierce looking Breton  with thick robes and thick, brown hair swept back from her face. Not stopping to address the party at all, she shouts at Nelssarre to let her know that her debt is paid and that the next time they meet, only one of them would be walking away. 

After that, she turns and walks away with the rest of her group of archers. Confused, the party learns from Nelssarre that this is Viene Morque. She's the leader of a group of marksmen in Skyrim that do good deeds for hire named the Fletchlings. Although she doesn't go into much detail, Nelssarre does hint that she expected this reply when she called upon her and her allies for help. 

Making their way back to Helgen, the party stays for the evening, taking time to complete a few tasks around town. When finished, Nelssarre suggests checking out the remains and the caravan that had just recently been ambushed. The party agrees and after spending the first part of the morning walking back up the mountains to the Pale Pass, they find two broken carriages and a smattering of goods. Not far from that point, a set of giant tracks leads to a large cave partially concealed by the mountains.

Cautiously, the party plus Nelssarre tread their way into the cave, Dra'Jhad keeping an eye out with his Detect Life spell. The cave is a huge, circular chamber with only one room. It's broken up by 12 feet tall fences on the left hand side, behind which multiple life forces can be detected. Playing it safe, it's decided that they should loot the chamber first and then check on whatever's behind the fences.

Doing just that, they search the only place in the cave that isn't rock. A table, a bed, a chest, and a smattering or tools are splayed out on stacked, wooden pallets. In addition to the claims of battle, they find a note in Daedric script which they can barely make out. Other than the date of 20th of Frostfall, not but two days from the current day, they also make out the word 'Sacrifices'. 

Realizing what the life presences in the room must be, they call out to those behind the fences. A conversation follows with caution heavy on both sides. Eventually, the party agrees to use the key they found to open to fence and allow the survivors to escape. Inside, they find almost fifteen individuals, with three injured severely and the rest mostly just rough around the edges. Standing in the front of the group are an Old Nord in robes with greasy grey and black hair hanging in her face. The other is a burly Bosmer. 

Assuring everyone that the party is here to help, they learn the old, Nord is Malithia, a merchant from Markarth who was returning from Cyrodiil when they were ambushed. The Bosmer is Willem, a traveling sell-sword who was hired on by the latest caravan. He's the only survivor of any of the guards. These two seem to be acting as leaders for the rest of the captives, doing their best to raise spirits and help those who need it. 

Knowing what they must do, the party agrees to escort the captives back to Helgen where they can be helped. It takes up most of the rest of the day as they attempt to slowly help these malnourished ex-prisoners down the mountain and to the snowy town of Helgen. Once they arrive, the captain of the guard is called and begins giving orders to shelter those who need it. He also calls the party over, thanking them for their help and suggesting them to speak to the High Thane, Brynn Rock-Leg. 

They do just that, learning that he's the appointed leader here in Helgen. He thanks the party stoically and offers a reward of gold, plus rings of the Hold which show great service and a debt unpaid. They then quickly depart safter learning that the angry mayor of the town is coming to confront the High Thane. While they're leaving, they watch as the Mayor shrilly screams at a guard outside the keep about why he wasn't the first informed of the refugee situation.

With their next steps more open, they take a few days to just take care of business. In addition to stopping by the local stores for goods and services, they also stop by the blacksmith. They meet Urimog Gro'Baragakh, an Orc who had shaped metal in most of the capital cities in Skyrim. He quickly agrees to make new war axes for Borkalt. When that's finished, Jethro approaches and asks if he could somehow create a trident out of his short spear. Although he thinks deeply about it, Urimog agrees. Within three days, the new weapon is forged; a silver spear with two prongs forged from a self-created Daedric ore.

Happy, the party decides to depart to Markarth. In addition to being the nearest location to the root needed to cure Jethro's Vampirism, it's also the proclaimed home of one of the best conjurers in Skyrim. Alluria also has the hopes of family in the city. It's for these reasons they decide to leave to the city of Markarth. 

Nelssarre, still with them, decides it's time to take leave of the party. She bids them farewell and suggests visiting Winterhold to see her again. She also explains she has agents in Markarth and Dawnstar if they'd like to help with her quest to find the Daedric artifacts. They make their leave but find replacement companions in Malithia and Willem, who were planning on traveling to Markarth together. They instead leave with the party and they all depart westward towards Falkreath, eventually Markarth. 

A Battle Almost Lost

After slaying Vlor Trollblood and his ilk, the party hear rumbling footsteps in the distance. Preparing themselves for the worst, they wait as the footsteps grow closer, shaking the very mountain. From the other side of the pass, a robed Dunmer with long, black hair steps forward before being flanked by his followers; bandits leading trolls, one armored, and a mountain giant wih a massive club. Then he speaks, his voice carrying and echoing along the walls of the mountain pass.

He calls out the party and lets them know that they have two options. Either relinquish control of the Mace of Molag Bal, which he knows they carry, or perish. Borkalt the Inebriated, the current champion of the mace, takes only a second before declining the offer. The party ready themselves for battle instantly and the Dunmer cries out for his entourage to attack. While they do so, he remains at the far side of the pass, watching and waiting.

The bandits release chains that were holding the trolls in check and the two frost trolls rush the party, heading straight for Jethro in the front. The bandits then advance, keeping a distance and using their long spears to prod the trolls into position. Luckily, Borkalt advances and meets one of the trolls in combat. Using their spells, Alluria and Dra'Jhad remain at a distance, shocking and controlling the enemies respectively.

With a nod from the dark elf, the giant approaches and the sway of the battle changes. In a few rounds, Borkalt is brought to the brink of death and Jethro in knocked unconscious. Managing to pull himself back into the world, Jethro regains his feet quickly. It has only been a few moments, but the party realize that they may not be prepared for the challenge this strange Dunmer had brought. Thinking quickly, Dra'Jhad raises his hand a green, thin line of paralyzing force lances out and holds the Giant mid-strike. 

Then the party runs, thinking their only hope is distance between themselves and this giant. The Dunmer takes ths moment to approach a few paces and, with the wave of a hand, dispels the magic which holds the giant in place. Jethro, being the slowest of the group, is now in great danger as the giant begins sprinting after him. Fear lances through them all when the giant draws within a few feet of Jethro's form. Before he can strike, a mysterious group of archers appear on the mountains above and assault both the Dunmer and the giant. 

At the same time, Borkalt has sprinted as quickly as he can away from the battle and sees a figure running towards him through the pass. It's a tall, Altmer with long, platinum blonde hair that reaches past her waist trailing out behind her. She's clothed in pure white robes, unadorned with any specific features or hoods. He continues running forward without fear and when she is within reach, her hands brushes Borkalt gently.  Alluria is close behind Borkalt and notices the stranger touch Borkalt and then continue running past them both.

Right before the Dunmer is out of sight, Jethro glances behind him to see the robed form struck with multiple arrows, although many seem to have bounced off his form. His angry vocal chants just barely reach Jethro's ears, as well as the sound of tearing as a portal is opened right behind the Dunmer. Having retrieved the Mace of Molag Bal, the Dunmer steps within just as Jethro steps out of sight and farther into the portal. Before he does, he swears he can see the quick-aged form of Liddell standing within the portal, hand on the shoulder of the strange Dunmer.

After this scene, the Altmer continues forward and stops the two other halves of the party, Jethro and Dra'Jhad. They choose to stop and listen and learn that the archers who attacked and drove back the other, and killed the giant eventually, were under her command. Speaking quickly, she informs them that she's been following them since they returned to this world from wherever they had been. Although she doesn't go into details, she informs them that her group, the Council of Red Mountain, had been searching out the artifacts of the Daedric Princes. Although saddened at the loss of the Mace, she tells the party not to despair and offers to explain some details to them.

They agree and she introduces herself. She is Nalssarre, the Archmage of Skyrim's College of Winterhold. With few more words and promises of future forays into the College, they depart to meet up with the group of Archers from earlier. While they walk towards the dead, Borkalt and Alluria continue away from the original battleground.

A New Face!

After discussing the vampire situation with Jethro and deciding that he'd like to keep his undead powers for a little longer, the party chooses to take care of the bandits in the Pale Pass first. They make one quick stop at the general store to pick up some goods and then depart Falkreath.  As they're just leaving, Rowley decides that he'll head back to his family in Highrock and bids the party to visit if they're ever in Wayrest. Then, they head Northeast, following the road that leads towards Helgen and the crossroads. Before they're too far out of town, they spot a figure walking towards them.

The figure is badly shaken up, although not hurt terribly. As they draw closer, the part can see it's a female Breton near thirty years with long, curly, black hair. When she draws close enough for conversation, the party hails her and asks of her ailments. A quick conversation ensues where she explains her immediate past, leading up to when she was ambushed by bandits in the pass between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. 

Surprised, the party informs her that the pass and said bandits are their final destination. Although hesitant at first, the new comer who they learn is named Alluria, decides to lead them to where she was ambushed. They follow her and the road for most of the day before appearing at the base of the mountains. Knowing time is of the essence, they make their way into the pass. 

Before long, Jethro stops the party after sensing something ahead. Assuming correctly it's the bandits, they call out their leader; Vlor Trollblood. After a few moments, a roar of anger can be heard and a large group of bandits, including Vlor, drop from the mountains on either side of them. The group is outnumbered, but they've faced worse odds before. 

They rush into battle and Jethro takes the lead, his heavy armor and spear taking many lives in the process. Alluria, hesitant at first, tackles those at range with her aggressive bolts of lightning. Dra'Jhad remains in the back, like usual, altering the minds of the enemy while also buffing the members of the party. Lastly, Borkalt stands against Vlor Trollblood himself. Both Orc and half-giant Nord stand over eight feet tall. The battle that commences between them is violent and in the end, only Borkalt stands.

Just as the battle is winding down and all but the smallest threats have been eliminated, the party hears rumbling from deeper within the pass. This begins increasing in volume and they can soon makeout heavy footsteps shaking the walls of the pass. Animalistic grunts and roars join the cacaphony while the party now waits to see their next foes.

A Warm Welcome

The party quickly makes their way down the switchback path that leads out of and away from the Vampire's cave-lair. They walked down the mountain and, before the snow disappeared completely, they found a hollowed portion of the mountain. Sitting within the recessed area are two large frost strolls, one disfigured with a massively muscular arm that was larger. Thinking quickly, Dra'Jhad immediately paralyzes the two trolls. Managing to overpower their beastly aggression, the party slips past and continues down the path until safe. 

Soon, they find themselves just outside the main gates of Falkreath. With Jethro now turned Vampire after the encounter with Molag Bal and his mace, they're hesitant entering the city. The sun hasn't come up fully and the mountains and fog that covers the town helps them decide. 0They walk in and are able to casually make their way to the Last Stop Inn. After negotiating the two empty rooms and some extra beds, most of the party settles in for the night. Unable to rest, Jethro spends his first restless night amongst the living dead. 

In the morning, they learn that Vampires have been threatening Falkreath Hold for a couple of moons. People had been disappearing from their homes in the night and travelers were known to have been attacked. They party informs the barkeep that the vampires have likely been taken care of when the party arrived in the mountains. Surprised, the bartender suggested visiting Jarl Bjeld the Third. Dra'Jhad and Rowley decide to do just that, while Jethro and Borkalt stay at the inn to speak further with Falk.

Dra'Jhad leads the conversation with Jarl Bjeld the Third, who refers to himself as King BJeld. He explains the party has done a great service and offers them gold. He also hints that there could be other work for strong individuals, then explains that there are bandits currently ambushing caravans and travellers on the Pale Pass. Led by a dangerous bandit leader, the bandits have eluded capture so far. It's also rumored the caravans and luggage have been left behind. Only the people are disappearing. Dra'Jhad offers to help and then leaves to finish his shopping needs before returning to the party.

While this is happening, Borkalt and Jethro chat up the barkeep's wife Aleaya and learn of the bandit attack in a slightly different light. Although they also learn of the bandit attack, it's revealed the bandit  leader is actually Vlor Trollblood. He's reputed to be an eight foot tall, half-giant monster of a man that's rumored to tear men apart with is bare hands. After learning of this, Borkalt and Jethro decide to leave the inn to find the other half of the party, intending to let them know of this new twist in their story. Before leaving, they also learn of Vesilious, an Imperial from the Imperial City. He is the only known survivor of Vlor and is currently staking in one of the rooms at the Last Stop Inn.

With their new knowledge in hand, Borkalt and Jethro step out of the inn and onto the street. They're just in time to catch the tail end of the other two walking into a building down the street from the Jarl's place. Following, they walk in to find Dra'Jhad dealing in magical equipment with an Altmer mage. Surprised to see the other out, they take this opprotunity to ask about cures for vampirism. Although the mage doesn't know, he does suggest heading to the main college in Winterhold if they're interested in learning more. He also adds that they may be able to speak to the resident Priest of Arkay to learn more.

They do a little more shopping and then head to see the priest at the Hall of the Dead. They enter after leaving Jethro in the yard to find an older Nord by the name of Gorgund. After they explain their situation, he says he does know of an ancient potion that might help. He tells the party of Jerral Root that grows in the mountains in The Reach. If the were to find some, he'd be able to preform the ritual that could cure Jethro of vampirism. Thanking the priest and letting him know they'd return, they leave and head back to the inn to decide what to do.

They are now ready to either head north towards Marcarth and The Reach, or head towards Helgen and the Pale Pass. 

The Leaving

With Liddell turned into little more than a vegetable, the party is desperate to leave the plane of Coldharbour behind. Traveling to the town of Riverhold, they're able to find an inn and plan on asking some questions to find the best way out. They go inside to find the incorporeal residents shocked to see the still-living amongst them. They speak with the bartender, who explains that the fleshy haven't walked this plane for a long time. Not since an early band of heroes long ago had entered the land, traveled south to The Edge lands, and were never seen from again.

They also hear from a cutthroat soul who has said they've spent over ten lifetimes on the cursed island. After the party expresses surprise and curiosity, the old soul let's them know of the islands underlying misery. Roughly each generation, the large mountain in the north explodes and the island is covered in molten rock and ash. The people experience this all with no way to escape and since they are already dead, they live through the pain. In the end, the island is reset and the souls begin as if they had just arrived. It's a perpetual cycle that is described as equal to physical torture.


With the knowledge of the party and the true purpose of the island, they intend to set off to the land of The Edge, where it's said a large fort stands. Within, the champion of this realm which may be the key to returning to Mundus.  Before they leave, they rest and by the end, Liddell seems to be closer to his old self. He expresses that he also seeks the champion of this realm, hoping that he will have some knowledge of his darling's whereabouts. 


The party then heads south, towards the swamp region on the island. There journey is uneventful until they arrive at the edge of a large, stone fort. It sits on the shore of a brackish lake, seemingly extending over the still water. Surrounding the outside are daedric humanoids clad in armor, couples with a mixture of Scamps and Clanfear.  Quickly discussing a full frontal attack, the party rushes in. With the assistance of Rowley, the other hired hand, and Liddel, the party is able to slay the entire horde in a fury of weapons, spells, and arrows.


Together, each one takes what loot they can find and proceed in through the front doors of the fort. They immediately find themselves in an entry common room and must take down another grouping of daedra guards. They're interrupted by another pair from an adjacent hallway and although the party struggles, they slay the entire mass. They then proceed through a series of trapped hallways and more rooms filled with daedric summoners to locate the twin double doors leading to a courtyard in the middle of the fort. After Dra'Jhad the Khajiit Mystic learns of a great evil presnce inside, they take a few moments before breaching the doors.


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