(shar, did you check the picture)

'Makor, Ja'khal, that is enough. Ugh, I feel like a bloody parent.'

(And change that profile picture Yol, God, I don't want to be reminded of Spongebob, it is bad of a show as Five Night At Freddy's is bad of a game.)

"Please, stop! I think the Corruption's getting to us."

Falin snarled, her eyes glowing. "Enough!" Her voice was mixed with another's. The roots of the surrounding trees tore from the ground and ensared Jha'kal and Makor. Neither able to pull free from their enchanted grip. "While you mortals waste time with your petty squabble, I'm forced to watch my children become corrupted and mindlessly destroy each other."

"Um... Falin, are you okay?" asked Gold, a little worried.

(Holy crap!)

"Umm... O...Kay... I'm just going to go exploring."

"I call on nocturnal! Who dares ensnaire my slave?"

*The tree shakes*

"Oh, it's you again, one of the divines, we shall see who reins, Jha'kal, I give you the power to command these flesh eaters!"

"Say what?" asked Gold.

I call Malacath

"Let go of my, Champion!". They all circled eachother Malacath was the first to attack. 

*As the three charge at each other, powered by their controllers, a large blast forms, a rift, a rift between relms.*

(There are no flesh eaters here.)

'Malacath! Y'ffre! Nocturnal! Heed me, Vessel of Akatosh, Dragon God of Time! Do not fight! Do you truly wish your followers to be turned into heartless creatures!'

I look at Malacath, 'Without Honor.' 

I look at Y'ffre, 'Without any care for the Trees.' 

I look to Nocturnal, 'With no respect for the Nightingales.'

"Hah, like I care what a mere mortal cares about the nightingales, my servent here will never leave me, none can kill him, and he will rule all of Nirn when the flesh eaters take over."

'I am no mortal.' My flesh turns to nothing and my soul flies to the three. I create a ward, 'I care for all life, the Nightingales, the Trees and the Orcs. They matter to the Aedra, to the Daedra and to me. I care for your devotees.'

Giving up on quelling the Khajiit and Orsimer's battle, Falin's eyes locked on to Sauriil's. Time seemed to stop. "Sauriil," Her voice still mingled with another, "It was wise of Auri-el to send you."

Nocturnal extis the rift between relms and stands in the way of your spirit,

"You shall not pass :)"

"I will command no flesh eaters."

"What? You disobey me? I will take my blessing, and curse your name!"