Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Year 173, Fourth Era.

Frost Moon.

On the 20th.

The war that spread across the continent intensified.Even Nandoni Berrian, deep in the frontier, felt the looming chaos.

The Chief Prophet was awakened from meditation.The warning from the future is more entangled, and it seems that there is some kind of power that prevents this great prophet from peeping through the long river of time to see what is about to happen.This is when she became the goddess of art and beauty, what we call the Lady of Pleasure: Dibella—the goddess who once helped Pelenalna defeat the elf warlock Umorel and participated in the St. Alessia The uprising ended the rule of the Ayleid elves. (This period coincides with the end of the Age of Elves, around 242-243 of the First Age) - extremely rare in the 100 years of the Chief Prophet of Skyrim.This made her feel a little uneasy.

She tried to pray to the gods, but Di Bella's oracle was trivial and obscure. Even if she was as wise as the chief prophet, it would take a lot of effort to discern the trajectory of the real destiny from countless fragmentary pictures.Even, what she saw might not be what she wanted.

However, regarding the war in the south, she saw a not so beautiful ending. "I don't understand. If war is inevitable, then what should we do?" Nandoni Berrian looked at the statue, feeling uneasy.

……,……

Frost Moon.

On the 21th.

Cyrodir.

Charding Hull.

War, and years of persecution, the once-famous Dark Brotherhood has now sunk into the sky.Except for Alisanne Dupre who is still sticking to the old style, there are not many people in the entire Brotherhood who are looking for the voice of the Night Mother.But even so, the Brotherhood still has an influence that no other organization can match.

Whenever in this world, someone needs to murder, eliminate competitors, or do something bad, people will always hear about this evil organization that once set off huge waves on the mainland.

And the brotherhood elders headed by Alisanne Dupree will always say: We will make the voice of the Night Mother the holy voice of the night again.

On this day, according to some kind of ancient covenant, a mysterious person approached the brotherhood located underground in Schardinghal.

Alisanne Dupre looked carefully at the covenant in her hand, and confirmed that it was indeed issued by the former brotherhood.So, she waved back the guards wearing red cloaks, and reclined on the sofa in a lazy posture, letting the black silk robe hang down on the ground, revealing a pair of long white legs.

"We thought not many people remembered the voice of the Night Mother these days, but obviously, as long as the world has ambitions, the Brotherhood will never disappear, don't you think?"

The mysterious man did not look at the alluring carcass of this dangerous listener, but said coldly: "As my master requested, we are willing to pay enough gold coins in exchange for the Night Mother's siblings to come to Markas .”

"The Brotherhood doesn't just kill for gold coins." Alisanne Dupree let out a charming laugh, "We are more honorable for Mephala. Killing the chief prophet of the Lord of Pleasure, well, although this is not a It’s an exciting enough task, but for people in this continent, it’s not too bad to be able to remember the voice of the Night Mother.”

"So, you agreed?" the mysterious man said.

"You'll get what you want." Alisone Dupree said gracefully, holding up a glass of Cerro di Ricci brandy, "but remember, the price of fraternity is far more than you think."

……,……

night star moon.

Wednesday.

Except for the month when he was on his way, Fayero had been wandering around Marcus for more than ten days.He has figured out all the information about the target, and a plan for assassination has already taken shape in his mind.He met an idiot on the road, and together they mixed into Markas as mercenaries going to the capital of the frontier fortress to pan for gold.

No one noticed him, because the situation in the frontier is getting more and more chaotic now.The riots of the Rich people in the former frontier fortress are almost inevitable.Marcus has poured in a lot of 'speculators' like him.As long as you give the guards a few Septims, they will hardly ask you where you came from.

But his plan ended up going a little off.

"It's so stupid." Fayero was almost desperate when he saw the 'companion' waving his fist stupidly and attacking the strange and frightening man.But soon a new plan formed in him.

"If I get hurt, I'll justifiably enter the temple of the Lady of Pleasure." Fayero used his well-honed skills to minimize the damage he would take while fighting that fearsome opponent.

He succeeded.

Fayero managed to infiltrate the Temple of Dibella.

But he also almost failed.

The formidable opponent nearly kicked him in the stomach.If it wasn't for the target's foolish healing of his wounds, it would be a problem for him to even stand up.

"But no matter what, Night Mother, this continent will eventually recall your voice again."

Seeing the dagger in his hand piercing the target's heart, the dead soldier from the Dark Brotherhood could hardly help laughing out loud.

……,……

night star moon.

Wednesday.

Night.

"Master Prophet."

A voice interrupted the Chief Prophet's meditation.Nandoni recognized the voice of nun Hamar, a child with red hair, she was the priest next to her in the Dibella Temple in Markas City.Nandoni said calmly: "Son, if you don't lead the other sisters to do their homework, what's the matter?"

Through the brass gate, Hamar said modestly: "There was a nasty brawl in the city, and the injured were sent to the temple. But Ms. Joy, one of them was seriously injured. None of the other sisters in the congregation could cure him without sequelae."

The small prayer room belonging to the Prophet was silent, as if he had not heard the news from the people outside.

The second priest with red hair and a skinny face did not dare to neglect at all, still respectfully tied his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and waited quietly.The purple pattern of the priest's clothing woven from fine linen revealed a different kind of seductive light in the firelight.

Squeak.

The door of the prayer room was opened.The chief prophet, who was as beautiful as a naive child, appeared in front of Hamar. She was wearing a plain white priest's clothes, and a fine linen belt was tied around her waist, which made her slender willow waist softer. The sigil of the Pleasant Lady, and none of the other finery.There are obvious differences from other sisters of the order of nuns.

"May the Holy Spirit protect us." The prophet glanced at her, "Everyone is a citizen of the Holy Spirit, and it is our duty to take care of her lamb for God."

Hamar bowed his head and saluted the Prophet.She looked so reverent that the chief prophet did not see the jealousy and resentment in the eyes of the sisters of the order.

They walked up the winding stone steps to the temple above.Go through the aisle of torches and braziers, and walk into the outer room where the believers' affairs are handled and the wounded are treated.There are already several nuns who wear fine linen woven similar to Hamar but embroidered with purple patterns.

"Ladies of Pleasure bless you and me," they saluted the Chief Prophet.

"Ms. Pleasure blesses you and me," Nandoni said with a smile.She walked to the stone couch beside her and stared at the wounded that nun Hamar was talking about. "Is that them?"

"That's them," Hamar replied. "Men are always foolish and impulsive to condemn violence for a little trifle, and that's what happens to them. One of them has a broken jaw. We suspect that his brain It was most likely a paste. And the other man, most of his intestines were broken. Clapper at the Silver Blood Inn below the city sent them to the temple."

Nandoni carefully examined the injuries of the two poor people, and had to admit that Sister Hamar's diagnosis was extremely correct.The unlucky guy clutching his stomach and whining endlessly is fine, he won't die for the time being.But another.

"Did they fight the giant?" asked the Chief Prophet in wonder.

Hamar said softly: "No, it is said that it is only one person."

"A person?" Nandoni blinked, and for the first time there was an "interesting" expression on that delicate and beautiful face.

"Yes, indeed," said the second priest.

Nandoni was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about what kind of person would be so brave.Yes, she also discovered that the two wounded were not rude farmers and miners. The calluses on their hands and the muscles on their bodies all proved that they were two experienced mercenaries.

Of course, you can also call them robbers.After all, in this world, mercenaries and robbers often mean the same thing.

"Your caution is correct." The Chief Prophet raised his hand, and a soft magical aura emanated from his smooth, finely carved moonstone-like fingers. "This man's injury is indeed serious. Di Bella, I hope his brain hasn't completely turned into a puddle of water."

She carefully probed the head of the first injured person, as gently as a sympathetic touch.

As early as a long time ago, people discovered that the human brain is an extremely sensitive and fragile part. Even a powerful healing technique cannot completely heal a person's brain after the brain has been irreparably traumatized; otherwise, the third The mad king Pelagius of the Era will not gradually fall into madness due to brain trauma (some people say that it was brought by him when he was born), and eventually become the famous king of Tamriel. Crazy emperor——so, Nandoni used magic power to repair the wounded parts as carefully as possible, so that he would not become a poor wretch who couldn't take care of himself after waking up.

Gradually, a thin bead of sweat trickled out of the chief prophet's pretty face.And the red light representing healing replaced the orange fire in the stone hall.

"It seems that Julianos is not planning to take away his wisdom." The Chief Prophet put down his hand, showing a weary smile, "I hope he will remember to choose an opponent who can match him next time when he fights with others."

The other sisters immediately stepped forward to help the prophet.

"No need." Nandoni said, "The key to healing him is to avoid the nerves in the human brain, and then use magic to repair the damaged parts." When encountering the same incident in the future, you will not be helpless.

But bright.

The efforts of the Prophet may be doomed to be a futile effort, because there are not many people in the Sisters who are willing to truly discipline themselves and fulfill the teachings, and they value the other authority of Ms. Joy.

"Since this idiot is out of harm's way," Hamar said, "we can come with the other one."

Nandoni sighed in her heart, no longer paying attention to those nuns who could not extricate themselves from lust and gold coins; when."

Then she walked over to the other wretch, leaned over, and used healing powers to heal the guy who suspected he had a broken gut.His injuries were obviously much lighter than those of his companions, and the chief prophet's energy could not help but relax a lot.

At this moment, the mercenary who was still moaning in pain suddenly opened his eyes, and took out a pitch-black dagger from his arms. It was as swift as a bouncing poisonous snake, and before everyone had time to react, it stabbed into the dagger. Heart of the Chief Prophet.

"Light!"

The Chief Prophet uttered a cry of despair, and the power of Mephla, another Daedric lord from the plane of oblivion, god of murder and conspiracy, destroyed her body almost instantly through the dagger. heart.

And the moment the assassin's dagger stabbed out, the second priest immediately backed away quickly, and disappeared in the dark stone path of the temple in a blink of an eye.The rest of the nuns watched the murder in front of them in horror, their hands and feet were cold.

Therefore, the chief prophet of the frontier fortress who was favored and blessed by Dibella, one of the nine holy spirits, who is in charge of art, beauty, and the powerful goddess of lust, knew immediately that this was a conspiracy!
Someone in the Temple is colluding with the Dark Brotherhood!

And the purpose is yourself!
Thinking of the uneasiness in her heart these days, and the hidden warnings from the gods to her, she knew that she was doomed.

"My god! Avenge me! Forgive me, light!"

At the last moment before his death, this powerful priest of Dibella burst out with extremely bright light.Her body turned into flames, and the flames became liquid glares.The energy pouring down from the Light Realm turned into a beam of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, directly hitting the Dibella Temple.The eyeballs of all those who saw it up close were scorched.

The beam of light penetrated the crust.The rocks it touched instantly turned into steam.The ground trembled like a giant beast in extreme pain.In just one heartbeat, the beam of light connecting the sky and the earth disappeared.But the Temple of Dibella that originally stood on the highest peak of Markas City suddenly disappeared like fly ash.Together with the dead soldier of the Dark Brotherhood and the depraved Sisters, everything was reduced to nothing.

All Skyrim, and Hammerfell, and the city-states east of High Rock, beheld the dreadful sight.From north to south, from east to west, hurricanes roared, breaking tree trunks like dead branches.The rising mountains shot skyward with a scream and howl of nature.

Finally, the wind died down, and the ground was still trembling.Nandoni Berrian left no trace.The place where she stood was now a huge pit several miles deep and hundreds of meters wide, almost dividing the city of Markas into two.