Falin glanced at Aksel, "Glad to see you awake."

Sauriil sprinted back and after two days, he reached the safe house. He was dirty and bloody.

'Woe! Woe has come upon us!' Sauriil collapsed of exhaustion. 'Woe, woe, woe . . .'

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Sauriil sprinted back and after two days, he reached the safe house. He was dirty and bloody.

'Woe! Woe has come upon us!' Sauriil collapsed of exhaustion. 'Woe, woe, woe . . .'

"What in Oblivion happened to you?!"

Falin jumped up, somewhat stronger after the last few days of rest. "Slow down, Sauriil, what happened? Are you alright?" She walked over and knelt at his side, a faint aura could be seen around her hands. "Easy there . . . " She placed one hand on his forehead and the other on his chest. "Just take it easy . . ."

"Saurill." Aksel entered the room. "What's going on?"

'Dark creatures. Daedric. The most vile kind.' Sauriil snarled when he said 'vile.'

Falin slowly nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised if more are finding their way here."

"Daedric creatures are coming after us? Crap. What do we have here, anyways?" Aksel picked up his gear and started checking it.

"Daedric creatures are no problem, fought plenty of them." 

"Good for you. What do I do to kill 'em?"

"We may have taken down plenty of Daedra," Falin wasn't looking at Makor. "Even two Princes and something far worse. But this . . ." She frowned. "I'm not sure what it is."

'Twelve of Daedra have created recreations of them selves. They control them from their own plane of Oblvion. Now we face twelve Princes.'

Makor's eyes widen "Twelve!" 

'And one more problem. During the End the Golden Soul Gems . . . broke.'

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'And one more problem. During the End the Golden Soul Gems . . . broke.'

"Who did this?! Dovahthur?!"