Dragonborn Saga

>Jon backed away for a bit then looked closely at the man who appeared.
A short one for a Khajiit with tabby fur carrying a bow and donned in grey robes.

”Greetings. ” ”Hello ”

Jon and Serana greeted the Khajiit.

”You are that one fishing at the river we passed through. ” Serana identified the Khajiit as the fisherman from the river.

”Yes, it is me.
You can call me Mr.
Skittles. ” The Khajiit said.

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”Mr.
Skittles? Some sort of house cat? ” Jon commented.

Serana poked Jon by the elbow and spoke.

”Thank you for packing us up, Mr.
Skittles. ”

”No worries, Miss.
This one was just returning the favor.
Catching a ’Moray Leech ’ from the waters of this foul realm is a joy few experienced. ” The Khajiit spoke and looked at Jon, ”So, what brings a fellow mortal to these sands of Oblivion? ”

Jon recognized the Khajiit ’s sharp senses in discerning that he is a mortal rather than Serana.
Jon smiled under his mask and replied.

”Haven ’t introduced myself, have I? Name is Krilon and this is my partner… Anares.
We are with the Sith and we are trying to find a way out of Coldharbour back to Nirn. ” Jon said.

Serana tilted her head and Jon scoffed it off but the Khajiit seemed to not be caring for the identity rather than the answer.

”Furless ones, this one has been here for some time and believe me, life is very miserable. ” Mr.
Skittles spoke with a hint of sadness, ”Mr.
Krilon and Miss Anares, it was wrong to enter Coldharbour without securing the way out.
This cursed sands of Oblivion make one go crazy, you shouldn ’t have come without care. ”

”We have an idea of how to go out. ” Jon said.

”Hm? Then you shouldn ’t share it with anyone if you don ’t want to get chased by a horde of Soul Shriven who would do anything to get back to their home sands… Unless this one is Mr.
Skittles, of course, Mr.
Skittles will help you any way he can. ”

Jon nodded.

”Then can you point us to any of the old portals? Whatever seal there is on them, I can temporarily remove it. ”

”This one is afraid that it is impossible, Mr.
Krilon.
The old portals you are speaking off are a thousand years old and no longer have a link to Nirn.
The recent ones are very hard to use and in very secure locations guarded by Molag Bal ’s own forces.
If that ’s what you have then I am afraid you are out of luck. ”

”What about the other way? ” Serana asked Jon.

”Then we need a certain list of items that may or may not exist in Coldharbour.
We were kidnapping a Dremora I know for information but I guess you may already know something. ” Jon said.

”What are the items Mr.
Krilon is speaking of? ” Mr.
Skittles seemed interested.

”A certain Soul Sigil Stone that has the carries Essence Energy of a thousand mortals, an item that carries the scent of Nirn, an Energy Source that negates Coldharbour and any Material that can endure spacial travel. ” Jon laid down his shopping list.

”This is indeed a lot of items and may not exist but a Dremora won ’t help you this easily.
This one knows someone who knows all about Coldharbour maybe better than Molag Bal himself. ” Mr.
Skittles said as rubbed the fur of his chin.

”You said we should keep others out of this. ” Jon said.

”Well, except that man.
He doesn ’t need a way out of Coldharbour anyway.
Come, this one will guide you to the Oldest Soul Shriven in Coldharbour. ”

Mr.
Skittles covered himself with his grey cloak and started walking lightly and nimbly to the south.

Serana looked at Jon as they followed Mr.
Skittles and wanted to say something.

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{What?} Jon asked via [Telepathy].

{Anares! Really?} She seemed upset about her name.

{Cute Little Fangs doesn ’t sound that bad now, yes?}

Serana shook her head and asked.

{Do you have a plan and should we trust this Khajiit?}

{No and No.
Now that our easy way is out, we can only rely on the difficult way.
I have many tricks in my sleeve and an undead army at my disposal.
I just can ’t attract Molag ’s attention so I ’ll take any chance I can get for the time being even if it is fake.}

{How optimistic of you to trust people!}

{Me? Well, I know that all people are hopeless and I rely on that too.
As long as I know what they want, I can trade with them.
Now, that ’s Khajiit ’s soul is black which means he is a Mortal, he also doesn ’t feel good about staying in Coldharbour and is desperately trying to leave.}

{Really? I think he fits in just fine with all the fishing and the following.
How can you tell?} Serana replied.

{I raised a cat, I know how cats act when they are uncomfortable about their space.}

{Fine.}

Different than how she acts around Jon, Serana trusts nothing and no one.
Jon ’s relationship with Serana is based on the blood he fed her, which made her see him a bit favorably.
The Effect of Jon ’s blood at ’Level 3, Ebonblood Stage, Dragon Frame Realm ’ can at least do that much against Serana while it can completely charm lesser vampires.

The three moved to the south away from the roads and arrived at a rocky area then started traveling east.
The road was blocked by a mountain but Mr.
Skittles found a path through the rocks and started walking up.
Jon and Serana followed with their sharp perception covering a half a mile in every direction like a radar in case if there was an ambush or trap.
About that distance to the north, Jon and Serana detected some large ruins.

”That is… a city. ” Serana was surprised to see those ruins.

”The Hollow City. ” Jon seemed to have remembered about such a place.

In the depth of Coldharbour, there was a city protected from Molag Bal ’s influence and minions by his enemy, Meridia, the Daedric Prince of Infinite Energies who despises undeath.
It was thus a unique oasis of light and life in one of the darkest and most dangerous realms of Oblivion.

That city was the main base of the forces fighting Molag Bal during the Planemeld a thousand years ago.
But now… things are so different.

After the Planemeld, there was no need for Mortals to stay in Coldharbour after a thousand years and of course, the city was abandoned by both mortals and Meridia.
Now, it is a husk of its former glory as a city that lies in darkness with broken walls, ruined houses and the lonesome Chapel of Light at its center covered with a heavy Aura of Gloom.

”We have arrived. ” Mr.
Skittles declared as the three arrived at a narrow path down the rocky road.

At the end of the path, the three arrived at an isolated ruin with many signs of movement all around the place.
Passing some old walls, Jon and Serana saw a gathering of people (or rather Soul Shriven) in what appeared to be a shelter.
Many broken trees were arranged to resemble living quarters and some of the Soul Shriven were gathered around a bonfire.
There, an old Soul Shriven man with a metal cooking pot on his head playing holding a lute and regaling the surrounding Soul Shriven with a short ditty.

”One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead kings got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other, drew their bows…
and stabbed themselves! ”

The ones around were entertained by the old man but Jon ’s whole being froze for a second.
He removed his mask [Krilon] to reveal his shocked face while looking at the man he remembered.

”… Sir Cadwell! ”