They look just like the Priest but they’re wearing purple. They follow the rest of us to the Inner Sanctum.Īs if on cue, right when we enter the stone room two baddies pop out of the shadows. As usual, it’s Clavicus, Nocturnal and Molag Bal. “Finally! This is taking so long and is very boring.” Clavicus Vile says. Now let’s get down to the Inner Sanctum.” Thankfully, he’s solid now and that potion didn’t have any lasting effects. “Did what I had to.” Bryn finds me and I grab his hand. He’s sweating more than Bryn about getting down to the depths of this place. On the other side of the portal Bryn, all sweaty and shaky, pulls the soul gem keeping us out. Way too loud for someone very jumpy right now. His eyebrow twitches along with two of his fingers. Now that the sleeping lay dead, I can watch my lover walk through his own nightmare. So, he offered himself up as sacrificial lamb number one. He said I put myself in danger far too often. This guy wanted me to take a drink of a potion to relive the past. Some fail safes were put in place and a portal is now keeping us from moving forwards. Turns out her little temple here was raided by a band of orcs. Sounds like Vaermina, the dreamweaver was having a rough time. The Daedric Prince’s artifact is locked up nice and tight down below. We follow him to an undisclosed and highly abandoned location just to go diving in the ruins. As usual, a priest for one of the divines’ rants about how the town is going under and it just has to be a Daedric Prince behind all the madness. So, Bryn, Gabriel, Hay, and I, and any and all Daedric Princes show up to Dawnstar. This is by far one of the weirdest scenarios I’ve come across with a Daedric Prince. It was better to get the orcs first since they’re the strongest. I cleave the Ebony Blade right through his neck before going for the other followers. An orc groans when he wakes up from his nightmare.
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