Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

crush all evil,
Pierce it with a point and a light,
Uplifts us with its aura,
Destroy the evil enemies.

Demons, undead, beasts and lycanthropes,

It strikes down the abomination.

Anoint us with holy water again, staunch Stendhal
Spear and crown, fortitude!

——The Holy Spear of Stendhal, by Pythorus the Resolute and Bright

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A few days ago, the four of Israel arrived in Markas City first.For this frontier city built on the ruins of Dwemer, even the Argonians of the Black Marsh have heard of its 'notoriety'.

'In Macarth, silver and blood flow' - this proverb has been proved by countless examples. On the streets of Macarth, you can see all kinds of naked violence and cruel exploitation everywhere. One second you are an upright and good person, but the next second, the guards will suddenly rush out and throw you into the dark Hidana mine, where you will be working inhumanely.

For hundreds of years, the Rich people, the Nords, and even the orcs on the other side of the Dragonscar Mountains, and various ethnic forces competed here.It made the city brutal and violent.All kinds of evil deeds born from this are the crown of the sky.

When Israel and the others discovered that countless evidences showed that the shadows that shrouded the sky were all loomingly pointing to this notorious fallen city, they were not surprised at all.

But the vigilantes are not the defenders of the empire, nor are they law enforcement officers. For the disputes among humans, whether it is the temple of Cyrodiil or the old Midorans, they are unwilling to get involved too much.

Therefore, although Islam and the others could do nothing but help those innocent farmers and miners who were affected by the Great War in the South and became miserable, desperate, and impoverished.

During this period of time, the Redguard and his companions have been secretly tracking down the evil force hidden in the city of Markarth, but they don't know whether they have noticed the arrival of Stendhal's believers, or the opponent's plan has reached a critical juncture. For several days, Islam and the others got almost nothing.

Until this day, a sudden outbreak called the "God's Fall Incident" by later generations.

"Lord of Mercy, what is that!"

The majestic power from the Light Realm descended from the sky, destroying the Dibella Temple located on the highest peak of Markas with such majesty as hell, the ascetic monk widened his eyes and shivered.

"No matter what it is." At that time, Israeln noticed that the terrifying and evil aura that they had been pursuing for nearly two months was quietly erupting along with Ms. Pleasure's anger. It was a terrifying and evil that almost suffocated him. Gritting his teeth, he said, "We must act, and the enemy is acting."

Xi Lang and Suolini looked at each other with solemn expressions.

They quickly sorted out and put on their equipment, avoiding the chaotic citizens and guards, relying on Stendhal's power, they tracked the evil aura all the way, and came to the slums in the lower city of Markas, but encountered Turka Arakano brought to this place by assassins sent by the Daughter of God.

Islan had to look up to see Turka Arakano's face shining with stars. He stared at the amber-like golden pupils of the dragonborn from another world, and sighed secretly in his heart, creating World Holy Spirit, what a perfect existence this is!
At that time, Red Moon Mather happened to hide behind a dark cloud, while Silver Moon Secunda showed her face like a naughty child, and the white moonlight fell on Turka's face, which was breathtakingly beautiful.The female Nords fell in love with the beautiful silver king almost instantly, but throughout their life, the fate between them never really overlapped, which made Solenie Jurad leave unhappy in the near future Sanctuary of the Vigilante.

It took Israel almost all his energy to look away from the silver king's face, and he said, "Excuse me, how much do you know about this house? Have you ever seen anyone entering or exiting this house?"

A string in Turka's heart was plucked, and he slowly replied: "We are just passing by here, as you said, tonight is not peaceful, we are going to find a safe place to take refuge. So, about you I can't give you any more information."

"We believe the house was used for Daedric worship, evil rituals, things like that."

Ah, as we said, the vigilantes are a force that transcends the ordinary world. They don't even care much about the disputes of ordinary people. Islan chose to ignore Turka who was choking our Mr. Assassin's neck for a second. In fact, (which annoyed Nargis even more), he said: "So, if you have nothing to do with this house, allow me to offer you a piece of advice: don't go anywhere near it."

Nargis was surprised, like a cunning poisonous snake, he glanced secretly at the dilapidated house in front of him, then at these idiots, arrogant, and hypocritical Stendhal believers, and lowered his head.

"Demons?" Turka chewed on this unexpected word, and the feeling of being mired in his heart became even worse.But he was not a cowardly person, he was pleased but also humiliated by the suggestion of the Redguards.Because in Arda, he was revered and loved by the gods and all things, and the name of Turka Arakano was even passed down through the ages.And in Mengdas, does he become small and must be threatened? "I really don't know much about what you say, but don't I know more about evil than you?" Turka's thoughts turned sharply. He first expressed his gratitude to the vigilantes, and then he said: "Here There is indeed a haunting haunting of decay and death, and perhaps your fate will be revealed here."

At that time, not all the believers of Stendhal knew their role in this incident, and they were shocked by the blessing of the only creator God from another world on Turka.Ah, the power that Nirn is called a saint (or demigod) is not inferior at all. Although this power is still lurking, it is indeed merging with this world.The most obvious reaction was that as soon as Turka's words fell, the stars all over the sky fell down, reflecting him like a god.

The ascetic showed it most obviously, he exclaimed: "Great Stoun, is it a saint standing before us?" In the ancient myths of the Nords, Stendhal was also called Stoun, in the world of Mengdas, the images of the Holy Spirit and the Demon God are not fixed, they will change into different images according to different needs. "Or, are you the incarnation of Gine?"

Suolini and Xi Lang were also dumbfounded, looking at Turka with shrinking and awe-inspiring eyes.

But at this moment, Turka heard another commotion.The guards began to search and suppress the rioting people throughout the city. Innocent miners and even businessmen ran around in the streets and alleys. Screams, cries, and pleadings continued one after another, and the chaos gradually spread here.

"We can't conflict with human soldiers." Solini quickly said to her companions: "If we are thrown into the dungeon, then our mission will be out of the question."

Israeln nodded, and began to look around, ready to find a way to avoid the conflict.

"Here." Xi Lang pointed to the abandoned house in front of him, "They certainly wouldn't care about such an obviously abandoned house."

Israeln also heard the roaring and biting sounds of weapons approaching, and he took a step forward, trying to smash open the door of the house in front of him.

"No." Duran said hastily: "I can feel that there is magic on the door, and violent destruction will only make the guards in the whole city find us."

The vigilantes looked at each other, seemingly at a loss.

"If you don't want to stay in the dungeon or even the bottomless pit of Sidana until you die, maybe you should show your skills?" Hearing the approaching footsteps and people's screams, Tur Ka suddenly said, "Isn't it unreasonable for fate to make us meet at this moment?"

He stared at the assassin who was curled up in the shadows, his golden pupils glowed faintly with starlight.Israeln and his companions quickly looked at Mr. Assassin.

Nargis couldn't help cursing, and he slowly raised his hands to show that he was harmless. "Sir?" Islan looked at Turka.

Turka threw the small package that originally belonged to the assassin to Nargis, "Don't make a mistake, I will keep an eye on you."

He didn't want to clash with the guards of Markas City, and he didn't want to leave in such a mess (note, he just didn't want to).What happened tonight always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't tell what was wrong with Turka for a while.

If the previous tiger man could open the door of the inn without anyone noticing, then there's no reason this guy couldn't.

Holding his precious package, Nargis blinked his one-eyed joyfully. He checked the door lock, smiled to himself with satisfaction, took out something from the bag, and opened the door lock in a short while.

"Come in." The assassin said in the tone of his master.

The doorway in front of him was filled with darkness, like the entrance to hell.But the Redguards and his companions had no time to take care of them, and one by one they rushed in.Hearing the louder and louder shouts, Turka sighed, half bent his body, and dodged in.

Boom, the door was closed again.

In the next moment, the shouts came from far to near.In the gap, the sound of the armor on the guards can also be heard.The six of them stood at the window, paying attention to the movement in the darkness outside the window.The light of the torch shone into the room through the curtains, casting black shadows on the wall. For a long time, everyone fell into silence and looked at each other.

"It seems that they are just driving along the street, and don't intend to search from room to room." The magic swordsman opened the curtains a little, and said in a relaxed tone.

"They only ask people to stay at home honestly." Solini's eyes kept staring at the silver king standing in the darkness, her face flushed involuntarily, "We are safe for now."

This is a very typical Dwarven style house.Stone walls, and a dark yellow bronze lamp stand. There is a table on the east side of the living room, the north side leads to the kitchen, and there is a stone wall on the west side. A bed can be vaguely seen behind it, covered with Quilts made of straw and sheepskin.

If Turka stood on tiptoe, he could almost touch the cold roof.

The ascetic among the four grunted, and a yellow light suddenly lit up and floated over his head, "The food is still fresh, the wooden furniture is not rotten, and someone has been here recently. But I asked Everyone said that no one came in or out..." He looked at Turka.

Is this Luminescence?The long-lost sense of familiarity moved Turka's heart.He stared at the soft ball of light, always feeling that the flame in the depths of his consciousness became more active, and he almost needed to use up all his willpower to prevent himself from touching that terrifying ball of light.

Shouldn't light be white?Turka gasped slightly.

The magic swordsman closed his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and muttered something, a soft green light burst out from his palm, swept across the house like ripples, and spread deeper.

"It's very strange here." Xi Lang from Brighton said hesitantly: "I can detect the evil aura, but..."

Turka listened carefully and found that the guard had gone away, but instead of leaving, he pulled a chair and sat down.

Nargis grunted, walked to the fireplace helplessly, and lit the firewood inside with a flint.

Accompanied by the actions of the ascetic monk and the assassin, the room suddenly brightened up, and what caught everyone's eyes was the appearance of the room where the mysterious person stayed before.

"Your Excellency." Islan looked at Turka who was sitting beside the faint fire, and said hesitantly, "This is not a safe place..."

"Don't worry, please," said Turka, "I have a little annoying business to deal with with the guy who may be the owner of this place, but as you said, it's not that peaceful tonight, I just want to rest here .”

Islam frowned.He communicated silently with his companions without saying anything.

"Wait." The magic swordsman suddenly called out, "I found out... no, what is this." He rushed through the door leading to the kitchen.The Redguards and others immediately followed.

"My lord?" Nargis regretted accepting this mission extremely. This place made him very uneasy. He always felt that there was something terrible lurking in the darkness, staring at him hungrily.But now, his life and death are clearly in the hands of the guy in front of him.

Turka sat on the wooden chair, the firelight reflected his face, but no one knew what he was thinking.After a while, he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Nargis stared fiercely at Turka's tall body with one eye, and moved his fingers.But in the end, the assassin couldn't help but howled and followed.

"Here." In the small kitchen, the Redguard and his companions huddled in front of a cabinet, muttering something.Regarding Turka's entry, the magic swordsman just took a look, then turned his head and pointed at the place where the mysterious man had cast magic, stretched out his left hand, muttered a few times in a low voice, and a green light appeared again.The brilliant magic aura outlined an incomparably beautiful magic circle in his palm, and with a touch of his hand, the ferocious sheep's head logo immediately emerged.

"The Lord of Enslavement and Domination!"

The disciples of Stendhal exclaimed in unison.