I turn and see Mogrul. 'By the gods. You're alive? Your alive!' I summon Volendrung and give it to him. 'You can have this back.'

'What happened? Where were you all this time?' I ask. 'O, this is my friend Mogrul gro-Baroth. He helped me defeat Dovahthur the first time. Mogrul this is Dinok, a dragon priest. He isn't evil so there is no need to kill him. Dovahthur has returned and we must find the four magic Orbs to kill him. Now, let us stop wasting time and get going!'

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'Okay, why the hell would you need that tree?' I sigh, 'Fine, you can borrow it.'

*Dinok climbs to the heart of the tree and places a beautiful, yet dead, staff there. He whispers something and hurries down.*

"There, done."

We begin our journey to the First Orb. Dovahthur knows not of our plan but attempts to kill us anyway. He sends a large group of Draugr against us.

'AAZ FAAK DINOK!' I turn and see about a dozen Draugr Deathlords.

'Damn.' I charge up a Thunderbolt and fire.

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We begin our journey to the First Orb. Dovahthur knows not of our plan but attempts to kill us anyway. He sends a large group of Draugr against us.

'AAZ FAAK DINOK!' I turn and see about a dozen Draugr Deathlords.

'Damn.' I charge up a Thunderbolt and fire.

*Dinok laughs and a large rumble is heard.*

"NOW DIE!"

*Fire rains over the deathlords.*

The Thunderbolt evaporates three Draugrs and I draw my Elven Sword.

I stick the blade into a Draugr. Electricity engulfs the Draugr.

The Draugr were waking back up even after their defeat. I must . . .

'Dinok!' I yell, 'Mogrul! Get down now!'

I close my eyes and chant, 'Magnus ofan zey frey zey. Shun hin lu kun wah oblaan vokul.' My eyes go blue and the two of you drop to the ground instantly. And a wave of blue light washed over the Draugr turning them to insignificant piles of ash. My eyes turn back to normal and you both get up.

The darkness inside of Dinok grows.

My vision goes blurry, 'Darkness. Spreading. Agh!' I cough. 'Shun!' The darkness fades from Dinok's eyes and enters mine. I then vomit out a black slime and my eyes clear.

I collapse, cough and regain my strength.

'We should get moving.' My voice is cold and emotionless.

*In my mind . . .*

Magnus: 'I feel your anger.'

Sauriil: 'His evil is spreading far too much. And he wants it. I fear that he will be consumed and I will have to release him from this mortal land.'

Magnus: 'You do not say "kill." You feel connected to this mortal.'

Sauriil: 'I do. I feel as if I am related to him, in blood.'

Magnus: 'Strange, most strange.'

'I already released it.' I look at him and then at the floor. 'Look.'

There is a puddle of pure black magicka. 'That came from your soul.'

"I know, but you aren't a killer, you can't handle my blackest soul"

'Never mind. Let's go.'

"Indeed, let's go."

*He turns around, and places something on the ground.*