"We should go into two groups, one goes to Solitude the other goes search for priests of Mehrunes Dagon, I have my own messanger hawk, we should go to Orsinium to purchase another messanger hawk." Makor suggested.

'No, too dangerous.' I look at everyone, 'We need to stick together, whoever this joor is, they are powerful. Splitting up will only weaken us.'

I teleport everyone to the Shrine in Skyrim.

'We need to find someone who has control over their fear. Deadeye, show off your fangs, as if you are ready to feed.'

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(You've never played Oblivion have you Zork? You need a priest of Akatosh to defeat Dagon in the main quests. There just your average priest worshipping a Divine.)

'Why would we need to move there?'

(No, I've never played Oblivian. Only Skyrim. and ESO)

For some reason, I was teleported really far away from the shrine. I look aroud to see where I was, and I found I was at the base of the throat of the world. "For real? Why was I teleported here?!"

Sauriil notices that I wasn't with them, and the elder scroll inside him tells him simply that I was teleported elsewhere.

Makor roars as he turns into a werebear, "We need all the strength we can get, Deadeye and will look out for any danger."

I looked around at everyone screaming and running. One Nord stood still. I staggered back. His sclera and pupil glowed a bright orange and his iris glowed a light blue. I turn to everyone. 'I found him.'

Makor attacked him.

I teleport Makor behind me and paralyze both of them. They both fell down unable to move. I walked towards the Nord.

I am thrown to a wall, then grabbed by the neck by a man who I can't make out. He says, "Tell me where Sauriil is, or you all die!"

"I don't know where Sauriil is!"

"Do you believe that Mehrunes Dagon would be fooled so easily?"

By now, I'm hoping that someone would help me get out of this situation.

Nocking an arrow, Falin raised her bow, keeping an eye on the Nord.

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Lifting him up by his neck I cure his paralysis. The Nord escapes, unsheathes a dagger and attempts to stab me. I grab his arm twisting it. He screamed in pain. 'What is Dagon's plan?!' I ask.

He laughs, 'You will know when it happens. I see you have my ability, mer.'

My hand glow a fiery orange, searing his flesh. He screamed as black smoke from the fire engulfed his hand. 'When is he going to attack?!'

His eyes roll up.

The fires of Oblivion will engulf the Nirn

All will know His fiery burn.

Mehrunes Dagon, our lord eternal

Will show the mortals purpose.

He smiled, 'Soon.'

I the fire gave me strength and I rip off his head. I toss it to Deadeye. 'I'm sure you're thirsty'

Makor's paralysis wears off.

Shaking her head, Falin returned the arrow to its quiver. She walked over to Sauriil and the body of the Nord. "Did you learn anything?"