Young one, what is your name? And how old are you?

Lie and I'll show you pain. 

'His name is Aksle, Bosmer age 458 (in Nordic age about 17).' I answer. 'That shout is quite the power! I learned that quite quickly.'

We land in the patch of death. It is guarded by a corrupted Dragon Priest. 'A dragon priest! Corrupted?' I yell while the loud hum of the Orb half deafens us.

The Dragon Priest looks at us. 'Rakroved! Hi fen dir fah hin rakroved!' He points his staff and fires it. A Vampiric Drain-like spell spews out of the dragon mouth on the staff. 'Dinok, hi fen biis fah hin gruth!' The red misty beam hits me and cuts begin to appear on my face and blood pours toward the staff, refilling the charge of it.

*Dinok jump kicks the priest, aware that it will take unrelenting strength to break the beam. He gets up and tries again.*

Where are you going? Why are you fighting him? Get me away, please!

The dragon priest notices Aksel. "Tafiir, vosodiik benix hin visk? Hi fent biis fah hin vosod, tafiir!"

He telepathically grabs the paralyzed criminal and tosses him down to the ground. he raises his staff...

*After seeing him point the staff at a kid Dinok finds new strength, he grabs the dragon priest and punches him in the face, then he stands back, grabs the staff and snaps it round his head, before using both pieces to stab into opposite temples.*

"Do not ever threaten a kid when I'm around!"

*He frees Aksel.*

"Are you okay?"

Once freed, he is sucked into a vortex and into the world again. He looks up to see Dinok. Panicked, he backs up. 

Once calm, he stands up and says, "Thank you, but I must-"

Saurill interrupts. "Not yet, thief. There's something wrong here. With you. That charm of yours-it was cursed."

"Sauriil, we can't keep him!"

"It isn't always a bad thing. I sensed something in him. It's not of darkness. He has the soulpiece of a Daedra within him."

The thief said, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

'Daedra are dangerous, untrustworthy. Some are alright but this. It is Molag Bal the Daedric Prince of Domination. He sensed some kind of need for power inside of him.'

The Dragon Priest still with the wood in his temples yells, 'Hin mon lost kosaan krii naal in!'

Rage flashes in my eyes. 'You lie!' I sense it is true. And I drop to the floor on my knees. 'Again. She is gone . . . again.' I turn to the Dragon Priest and charge at him. I conjure a Bound Sword and cut off his hand. I summon a salt pile and pour it into the bleeding stump. It screams and falls to the floor. I cast Soul Bane on the blade and make him swallow it. It screams as its skin's moisture evapurates causing it to look like a Draugr, then it turned pale as snow. Its entire back tears open as crimson ichor erupts out. After about 5 seconds of a blood fountain it soul flys out of the back wound and dissapears. The Dragon Priest itself erupts into flames and drops to the ground; its body completely unidentifiable.

I take a deep breath and plop onto the ground. 'The last of my family . . . dead.' I scream in rage. It sounded like a roar of a raging dragon.

(Also, epic AKH, I am pretty sure you are not allowed to control my character without my permission, which I am not willing to give)

(Sorry!)

"What...what have you done? There's...there's part of a Daedra in me?" He looks at his hands. "All I wanted was a damn life!"

Realizing he wasn't being compassionate, he approached Saurill. "I'm...sorry. About your family."

'Forget it. Let's kill the bastard that killed them.'

"What? Me? Look, I can't...do this. You guys are warriors. I'm just...trying to find my way..."

'You do not seem to understand. I am not giving you a choice.' I mutter, my voice calm but firm. 'And I am no warrior. They are brutes. I am an elf of wisdom, a mage. A warrior is someone like Makor gro-Baroth. Who has been following us for the past week. GET OUT OF THAT BUSH, ORSIMER!'