Backstory: I was walking in Riverwood, when a courier approached me. He said he had a message from a roaming doctor around Bromjunaar that had discovered something unusual. The letter said for me to go and see him immediately. I went to Bromjunaar to find a person wearing a strange suit and a man tied up to a table. There appeared to be a black mist in the air. The doctor said the man was speaking in a strange language amd that the only word he could make out was 'Alduin'. I calmly told him that Alduin was dead and there was no way he could return. He told me that that was what he heard. Soon enough, the man started speaking again. I recognized the language as dovahzul and translated it for him. He was speaking of ' knowing only Alduin as his god and master and is a willing and humble servant to his deeds '. I immediately got worried. The doctor turned to grab his stuff, but his suit tore on something. The mist seemed to enter his suit and he started acting strange suddenly. He started speaking nonsense, then in dovahzul. Again, speaking the same thing the man was. Then the mist appeared to come after me. I got on my horse and rode as fast as I could, hoping that that would be the last I ever heard about it.

*An Imperial, a rather tall one at that, is hunched over a workbench, tinkering on a set of heavy looking armor. It is a dark grey and somewhat resembles Daedric armor. It has been bolstered by dragon scales and a mineral some like to call 'Enchanted Ice.' Tubes trail from the pauldron to the massive left gauntlet, magic radiating from the construction. The man is close-shaven, stubble covering a few hard-earned scars on his face while his piercing blue eyes focus on the set of tools in his hands.*

*Suddenly, the large stalhrim gem on the centre of the breastplate glows a heavenly blue, and the claws of the large gauntlet crackle with electricity. The man hisses in pain and excitement, some of the magic jolting into his calloused fingers. Quickly, he pulls on a thick leather shirt which is followed by gloves, and he reassembles the armor onto his heavily muscled frame.*

"There, it's finally done."

*He fails to notice as a cloud of black smoke rises behind him. But, he does hear it whisper maliciously as it reaches for his body.*

Kahdremonik

*An Imperial, a rather tall one at that, is hunched over a workbench, tinkering on a set of heavy looking armor. It is a dark grey and somewhat resembles Daedric armor. It has been bolstered by dragon scales and a mineral some like to call 'Enchanted Ice.' Tubes trail from the pauldron to the massive left gauntlet, magic radiating from the construction. The man is close-shaven, stubble covering a few hard-earned scars on his face while his piercing blue eyes focus on the set of tools in his hands.*

*Suddenly, the large stalhrim gem on the centre of the breastplate glows a heavenly blue, and the claws of the large gauntlet crackle with electricity. The man hisses in pain and excitement, some of the magic jolting into his calloused fingers. Quickly, he pulls on a thick leather shirt which is followed by gloves, and he reassembles the armor onto his heavily muscled frame.*

"There, it's finally done."

*He fails to notice as a cloud of black smoke rises behind him. But, he does hear it whisper maliciously as it reaches for his body.*

 

'HIN SIL LOS D3, J8R.'

 

*It starts to surround you.*

Random: Great music to listen to while doing this.

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Mirkrilaar

*It starts to surround you.*

*As soon as the mist coils as if to strike, the Imperial moves through a narrow gap that the mist hadn't yet filled, stepping out onto the road.*

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*It starts to surround you.*

*As soon as the mist coils as if to strike, the Imperial moves through a narrow gap that the mist hadn't yet filled, stepping out onto the road.*

*It slowly starts to follow.*

Mirkrilaar

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*It starts to surround you.*

*As soon as the mist coils as if to strike, the Imperial moves through a narrow gap that the mist hadn't yet filled, stepping out onto the road.*

*It slowly starts to follow.*

*The Imperial strolls casually to the front of his house before reaching inside the door momentarily, still unaware of the hissing mist. He pulls a sign out, and hangs it on the door. It reads: Out to Adventure! Back whenever I get bored. He sighs fondly as he remembers his many travels before shaking his head and locking the door.*

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*It starts to surround you.*

*As soon as the mist coils as if to strike, the Imperial moves through a narrow gap that the mist hadn't yet filled, stepping out onto the road.*

*It slowly starts to follow.*

*The Imperial strolls casually to the front of his house before reaching inside the door momentarily, still unaware of the hissing mist. He pulls a sign out, and hangs it on the door. It reads: Out to Adventure! Back whenever I get bored. He sighs fondly as he remembers his many travels before shaking his head and locking the door.*

*A man walks down the road unaware. He walks into the mist and slows down to a stop. He just stands there strangly and begins to speak dovahzul. He walks into the mist passively, still repeating the same phrase.*

Mirkrilaar

*A man walks down the road unaware. He walks into the mist and slows down to a stop. He just stands there strangly and begins to speak dovahzul. He walks into the mist passively, still repeating the same phrase.*

*The Imperial furrows his brow.*

"What are you gibbering on about?"

*He glances at the man in the mist before doing a double take and watches the mist.*

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*A man walks down the road unaware. He walks into the mist and slows down to a stop. He just stands there strangly and begins to speak dovahzul. He walks into the mist passively, still repeating the same phrase.*

*The Imperial furrows his brow.*

"What are you gibbering on about?"

*He glances at the man in the mist before doing a double take and watches the mist.*

*The man ignores you and the mist continues to expand.*

Mirkrilaar

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*A man walks down the road unaware. He walks into the mist and slows down to a stop. He just stands there strangly and begins to speak dovahzul. He walks into the mist passively, still repeating the same phrase.*

*The Imperial furrows his brow.*

"What are you gibbering on about?"

*He glances at the man in the mist before doing a double take and watches the mist.*

*The man ignores you and the mist continues to expand.*

"You'd better not have set a fire in my forge, man. What are you doing anyway?"

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*A man walks down the road unaware. He walks into the mist and slows down to a stop. He just stands there strangly and begins to speak dovahzul. He walks into the mist passively, still repeating the same phrase.*

*The Imperial furrows his brow.*

"What are you gibbering on about?"

*He glances at the man in the mist before doing a double take and watches the mist.*

*The man ignores you and the mist continues to expand.*

"You'd better not have set a fire in my forge, man. What are you doing anyway?"

*The mist starts to get closer to you and the man continues to ignore you while he disappears deep in the black mist.*

Mirkrilaar

*The mist starts to get closer to you and the man continues to ignore you while he disappears deep in the black mist.*

*The Imperial steps steadily backward and raises his left arm, the enormous gauntlet crackling with power.*

"What in Oblivion is that floating around you?"

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*The mist starts to get closer to you and the man continues to ignore you while he disappears deep in the black mist.*

*The Imperial steps steadily backward and raises his left arm, the enormous gauntlet crackling with power.*

"What in Oblivion is that floating around you?"

*He disappears.*

Mirkrilaar

Kahdremonik

Mirkrilaar

*The mist starts to get closer to you and the man continues to ignore you while he disappears deep in the black mist.*

*The Imperial steps steadily backward and raises his left arm, the enormous gauntlet crackling with power.*

"What in Oblivion is that floating around you?"

*He disappears.*

*The Imperial frowns before curling his clawed fingers around the cloud of magic in the gauntlet's grasp, drawing in ambient magic with a hum as power builds in the stalhrim nodes.*

"What are you?"