(what are you saying, Zork?)

(He's in a dream...)

The Stinky Cheese

(what are you saying, Zork?)

I was dreaming about being alone...

(i get that, I don't understand when you were like "t------------------")

I hear a sickening screech. A dragon flies to the boat. But this wasn't any dragon. It was Corrupted (it looks like this). 'Even dragons need water. Makor! Kill it!'

(For those of you who don't know, Makor is Dragonborn.)

Makor charged at the dragon "Never should of come here!" He hit it in the face. In the end Makor won (looked like this). Energy surged through Makor, he absorbed the soul, "This should keep me going, it makes me more resistent to anything and makes me stronger (meaning more stamina)"

*Jha'kal shifted in his sleep, but Kha'jal woke up and screamed at the sight of the black, skeletal dragon.*

"What in Nocturnal is that!"

Falin shifted, "There really aren't any places in Valenwood that I've seen big enough for a dragon to land. Just how far has the poison spread?"

"If the water seeps through the soil, well, everywhere..."

The power of the soul, had ran out, "What happened? It was supposed to last for 12 hours. Maybe my body rejected it because the soul was corrupted."

"The water will spread across Tamriel...and then the entire mortal world..."

"We could disappear like the dwemer, go to another relm" Kha'jal said.

"Or we could use the power of nocturnal to make a weapon that can clean and not kill them, maybe this one could create a potion to heal them without killing them." Jha'kal said wiesly.

'Only one artifact has that power. Its name I will not speak, for to cure anything one soul must be sacrificed, be through ritual or over the course of time. And to disappear would lead to abandoning the mortals to a dark and twisted fate . . . forever feeding on each other.'

"Nocturnal shall reveal it to us" Said Kha'jal knowingly while Jha'kal looks through his ingredients.