'ENOUGH!' My voice thunders through land. (At this point both your ears will be bleeding, so it should hurt quite a bit.)

*Since my Khajiit ears are tuned to hear the finest things, I am hurt a lot, I fall out the tree and roll on the ground in pain.*

I slam Makor in the head with the Staff of Magnus. The force is enhanced with magic, so it knocks him out.

I sit down. 'I am not built for this much stress.'

"For the love of Nocturnal, why is this one here?" I yell while still in pain.

While all this was going down, I was making something that looks like a still. When it was done, I put the diluted water in and out came a clear water.

"I have no idea if that really worked.

"Let this one try the water, I wouldn't want to stay here with the Orc-pig any longer."

(wait this is perfect the dark aura is making us get mad eachother so eventually we get so pissed we start to fight each other)

The water turns black again.

'Hold on. The darkness could have caused the rage. Gods please . . . it is airborn.'

"Does this mean this one will not get in trouble for killing the pig-face?"

(shar make it that the darkness spreads to Kha'jal and since Sauriil disciplined Jha'kal she gets mad and starts to attack Sauriil)

"I like the sound the cats make, when they shut up, piss off, bastards." Makor said to the Khajiit and spits in front of their feet

"If it is airborn, then that means we are already infected. soon, it won't matter if the water is restored. We need to find this artifact!"

Suddenly, a random guy comes to the island. he isnt a corrupt.

"What the hell..."

'Oh no, you will die, if you touch anyone.' I sigh.

(Warning: The ending might not be a happy one.)

I point my Staff at the man, 'What do you want mortal? Are you from here, Akaviri perhaps?'

(If he is, the Akaviri hate those from Tamriel)

{Kha'jal isn't here}

*I take out a nightingale dagger (looks like this)*