I hear a voice, 'Papa. Papa.'

I close my eyes, 'Not real.'

'Please, help me.'

I grit my teeth.

The voice screams in pain. We can hear loud sobs.

I put my hands on my ears, 'No! Your not real!'

More sounds came, the ripping of flesh, the breaking of bone. More screams.

'Stop! Please.' I drop the ground, my body shaking, violently. I grit my teeth. Tears dropped on the blood-soaked dirt.

"Sauriil! Sauriil! What's going on?!" Makor kneels to the ground "DOVAHTHUR! What did you do to Sauriil?!"

No sound came "ANSWER ME!" Makor said in rage.

"The voice said 'Dad.' Sauriil, is that your kid?" asked Gold, concerned.

"Dovahthur. . .  I challenge you to honorable combat." he said. Dovahthur appeared. Dovahthur laughed

"You think you can defeat Dovahthur, the Dragon Overlord." 

(guys try and read my profile pic and PM and tell me what it says.)

I stand up and nod. 'Yes.' I pull myself together and walk forward.

Soon we find a dungeon. I open the door and we descend down the stairs. I see my daughter, still naked and scarred. She looked up. 'Who . . . who are you?' Her voice was shaking.

'Mortha.' I rip a large a large cloth from the walls after breaking the chains and cover her.

She drops to the ground. 'Who are you?!'

I touch Mortha's forehead with the Daedric Gauntlet. I transfer memories of our family.

She looks at me and hugs me tightly. 'Father! I thought you dead!'

I smile sadly. 'And I you.'

(Soon, I will give away to the first person who wishes to control Mortha. I will say when.)

(You do realize Dovahthur is my character. I did not give permission for controlling him. I should've actually made that clearer. My fault, sorry. But that Dovahthur scene never happened.)

Eyes flashing, Falin motioned for Gold and Makor to be quiet. "Sauriil . . ." Her voice was soft, carrying an otherworldly tone. She gently put one arm around his shoulders. A faint aura could be seen dancing across her fingertips as she placed her other hand on his head. "Peace . . . Calm." She whispered, her voice loud enough only Sauriil could hear her. She continued whispering in a language known only to the gods.

Edit: Bah too slow . . .

(Oh, that's why it didn't make much sense.)

"So your Sauriil's long lost daughter." Makor said "Not as pretty as I thought she would be." Makor muttered to himself.

(Ha!)

I hit Makor in the head with the Staff. 'In front of me?! Really?!'

Mortha chuckles, 'Males.'

"Ow." He rubs his head "Just joking."

(Yeah, sucks being slow at coming up with stuff :P )

Falin glanced around. No guards . . . and all this blood is making it hard to detect anything coming. She tensed, unable to shake the feeling they were being watched.

(Possible intro for her Dovah character? I'm working on it)

I heal Mortha. I stood up, there lay dead guards. 'What?'

I take the armor. 'Here.' She swiftly puts it on and finds a bow.

'There was a creature. It killed them. It was Dovahthur. Nor Dovah-Aar. I suspect Dovahthur sent him to kill them. They were feeling sentiment for me. But he didn't send in new ones.' Mortha gasps. 'Trap!' She readies here bow with the arrows scattered around, she "borrowed" some of Falin's arrows as well. 

More men came in, eyeing Mortha with lust.

(Yol gave me permission for this.)

'There is a lot of lonely men here.' Makor teased Mortha.

'Don't worry. I won't let them rape you.' She put an arrow in the head of one.

I teleport into the midde and toss a few Thunderbolts vaporising three of the foot soldiers.

Makor laughs "Starting to like this woman already!" He slams one in the face, causing it to fly back.