The Birth of Ruin

Strange Daedra

"Lord of Ruinachs," Godsbody turns to see a younger Ruinach. He seemed scared, and like most other Ruinachs, he didn't speak as well as the more intelligent Daedric races.

"Yes?" Godsbody was annoyed by the interruption, but by the look on the young Ruinachs face, it was important.

"Trouble, Molag Bal." Molag Bal is the Daedric prince of domination and enemies with Mehrunes Dagon.

"Molag Bal? Are you sure?" The Ruinach nods. "Well, show me where they're at!" Godsbody says sternly and the Ruinach walks away, and he follows.

"Yes you stupid brute, I would like to see your leader!" Godsbody hears a distorted voice shout. It sounded like the Dremora, but as he got closer, he saw that the creature speaking didn't look exactly like a Dremora.

"I am in charge of the Ruinachs, or in your case, these stupid brutes." Godsbody says loudly to get the attention of the new Daedra. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"I'm Kuav'ath. I work for Molag Bal, uh, well, I did work for Molag Bal. I don't anymore, same as Amar'ath here." The Daedra waves a hand at a smaller, feminine looking Daedra like him. They both wore armored robes. The armor was silver with red and the robes were black. They had two sets of horns on their heads that twisted backwards. They also had little horns on their chins. They were both bald even though one was feminine.

"You shouldn't be here if you're in association with Molag Bal." Godsbody growled. "Get out before we force you out."

"Wait!" Kuav'ath says. "Molag Bal is trying to make Nirn a part of Coldharbour. We worked for Molag so we know some of his plans and the plans weaknesses." Godsbody had a feeling that he shouldn't trust these Daedra because they worked with Molag Bal, but if they're not lying then they don't work for him anymore.

"Molag Bal is also the lord of schemes. What makes you thing we'd be naive enough to believe you?" Godsbody crosses a set of arms. "Get out."

"Fine," Kuav'ath and Amar'ath turn around. "I forgot to mention. There's mortals in Coldharbour now. Someone they call the vestige has been rescuing people. One of them is Lyris Titanborn, an enemy of Coldharbour." Kuav'ath creates a portal and walks though it. Amar'ath follows him.

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Nysaiah and Aranith had stayed in Vivec City since Seyda Neen was destroyed by Daedra. After Seyda Neen was destroyed, there was no sign of Daedra in Morrowind. They were gone because they got what they wanted. Well, Mehrunes Dagon got what he wanted. He wanted Godsbody's full loyalty, and the way Dagon had him prove it was by ordering him to destroy Seyda Neen.

"Nys," Aranith speaks slowly. The small elf and Nysaiah haven't really talked much since they left the Deadlands when Godsbody threatened them. "Would you have done things differently when you found Godsbody if you knew what you know now?" Aranith was insightful and would often ask questions like this to get to know people. Some might have seen it as intrusive, but Nysaiah found it interesting, because she hadn't thought of that before.

"If you would have asked me that after we got out of the Deadlands, I would have said yes. I would have killed Godsbody if I knew this was going to happen. Now that I've had time to thing about it, I don't know if I would change what I did." Nysaiah said. "At this point though, I would have done things differently, but I wouldn't have killed him." Aranith says nothing, but she nods.

"Hello there, mortals." Nysaiah jumps up to see two humanoid creatures that look like Dremora, but not quite like them. They're strong looking, and seem intelligent like the Dremora. Unlike the Dremora, they have a blueish purple skin, and they're taller then Dremora. One crosses its arms and the other one stands with its staff in hand.

"Who in oblivion are you?" Nysaiah asks.

"Kuav'ath," the masculine one says, then gestures to the feminine one. "Amar'ath." Kuav'ath uncrosses his arms. "We need your help, mortal." He says looking at Nysaiah, and ignoring Aranith.

"I'm done with Daedra. Get out before I call the guards. Daedra might be strong, but once guards hear 'Daedra' then you'll a small army on you. Even Daedra can be overcome by numbers." Nysaiah crosses her arms and stands tall.

"I'm sure you'll want to hear what we need your help with first, mortal." Kuav'ath pauses for a moment. "We need your help trapping the lord of Ruinachs. He's been quite the thorn in our sides."

"As I said, I want nothing to do with Daedra, especially this so called lord of Ruinachs. Please, get out." The fact that Godsbody was involved made Nysaiah not want any part of whatever the strange Daedra were plotting.

"I don't think that's a choice, Nysaiah." The Kuav'ath nods at the Amar'ath. Before Nysaiah could register what was about to happen, Amar'ath whacked Nysaiah with her staff, knocking her down.

Before Nysaiah could get up, Kuav'ath grabs her, and ties her up. "Now, I thought we could do this easily, but you stubborn mortals can't see past your vendettas." Nysaiah looks over at Aranith who was ignored thought the whole conversation. Amar'ath notices.

"Don't go anywhere, or we won't hesitate to kill both of you. Sit, mortal." Amar'ath says to Aranith. The dark elf does as she's told.

"We don't even need you two." The Daedra says. "I'd kill you two, but that definitely won't earn the Ruinachs favor, plus we have other tasks to focus on." Kuav'ath turns away from the elves. "We're going to trap the Ruinach lord here. He won't be able to escape because there's a small army of elves outside who wouldn't hesitate to kill a Daedra."

"You're insane!" Nysaiah shouts at the tall Dremora.

"I guess tormenting people could well, make one insane." Amar'ath laughs in her distorted feminine voice. "You mortals are so.. dull." She looks over at Kuav'ath. "So, are you ready to catch a lord of Ruinachs?"

Kuav'ath doesn't reply for a moment. "We aren't going to hurt him, just trap him. Dagon will probably know somethings up if we torture the Ruinach lord into letting us meet with Dagon."

"You're going to trap Godsbody just so you can talk with Mehrunes Dagon?" Aranith asks. "What will stop Dagon from just killing you two? He is a Daedric Prince after all."

"You ask the right questions, tiny mortal." Kuav'ath replies. "Dagon will want to hear what we have to say. Amar'ath and I were banished from Molag Bal's realm of Coldharbour, and with us we bring valuable information. I worked closely with Mannimarco before the one they call the vestige killed him. I knew Mannimarco's plan, and I know Molag Bal's scheme. Dagon is Bal's enemy and would probably relish at the thought of stopping Bal from taking over Nirn."

"Well, large Daedra," says Aranith. "It's your suicide mission I guess. If Dagon doesn't have your loyalty, then he'll just destroy you."

Kuav'ath doesn't reply to Aranith, but he looks at Amar'ath. "Let's go trap the lord of Ruinachs." Amar'ath nods and opens a portal. Kuav'ath does so as well.