I nod, 'It is.'

Suddenly a light englufed everyone we appear hovering in a sea of ash. 'The Ashpit. We're here.'

"That was fast"

"Lets go." *draws sword*

I tell Iglious to lower his blade. 'This is the realm of Malacath. You don't want to do that.'

"Champion, what is it that you need?" Malacath asked Makor.

"I need the power to Molag Bal!" Makor replied. Malacath put a finger upon Makor's forehead his eyes glowed red for a second (because the middle of Volendrung is red).

"My power is in you, Champion." Now Makor's eyes were glowing red and his voice was like Malacath's and his own. (Makor sounds like the Orc in World of Warcraft Warlords of Draenor.) 

*sheaths blade*

"No idea what that was. I never even knew makor was the champion of Malacath."

We teleport back to Nirn. 'Now, Dagon and Bal will be sent back to their cursed Pits of Oblivion.'

The Spire then shook, followed by Dragon roar. I look out the window to see Paarthurnaax, or what is left of him, hovering in front.

He growls in rage, 'Yol kuz hi! Zu'u lost nid nuz irkbaan fah hi firok!'

"Bal!" Malacath says.

"So we meet again, Malacath." Molag Bal replies 

(hey deadeye hasn't been online in a while)

Falin tensed, studying wwhat remained of their ally. "Sauriil, I may be strong enough to actually help this time around. What do you want me to do?"

"Well... I'm gonna take a look around because I don't want to deal with this."

I leave to look around, and I find a familiar blade.

"No way... Thats my scythe!"

I get my scythe and I am met with some lesser daedra. I kill them with the scythe.

"Mak... errr... Malacath! May I be of some assistance?" I ask, drawing my Dwarven Greatsword of Frost, or "Frozen Misery," as I named it.

"Deadeye is correct, but you can do one thing, distract Bal." 

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He is way stronger he doesnt needs help (Sorry i was on a trip to dubai but i'm back)

(How was the trip?)

'Everyone must take down the Daedra, Malacath and I will handle the rest. But first . . .' I turn to Malacath, '. . . you may need to--you may . . .'

Malacath nods sadly, 'Kill Paarthurnaax. He was an honorable being. He will be remebered by my children.'