The Birth of Ruin

So They Meet Again

"Aranith," Nysaiah whispers to the younger dark elf. "Go get the guards before the Daedra come back, and untie me. Get the guards first though, I can wait." Aranith shakes her head.

"No, they could be back any second, and when they see I'm gone, they're gonna kill you." The young elf looks scared. "Those Daedra were Xivkyn. By they're armor, I think they were the Xivkyn tormenters." She crosses her arms nervously. "I don't want to give them a reason to torture us."

Before Nysaiah could reply, a larger portal opens up. A large Daedric creature falls though. It was way larger than the small humans, even larger then the Xivkyn. A few seconds after the creature fell though, the Xivkyn walked though.

"He's... huge." Aranith whispers. "Is that Godsbody?" She asks quietly. Nysaiah only nods.

"Alright, lord of Ruinachs. We want an audience with Mehrunes Dagon, and you're gonna give it to us." Kuav'ath says sneering voice.

The large Ruinach sat up because he was too big to stand in the room. The roof of the room was high, but the Ruinach was huge, and still too big to stand. Even sitting, the Ruinach dwarfed the Xivkyn.

"We don't negotiate with Molag Bal, nor his minions." Godsbody replies sternly.

Kuav'ath crosses his arms. "You're not in a position to say that." The Xivkyn looks over at Nysaiah and Godsbody follows his gaze. Kuav'ath then looks at Amar'ath and nods.

Amar'ath pulls out a dagger and slices the bonds that held Nysaiah. The Daedra then grabbed Nysaiah and threw her towards Kuav'ath and Godsbody. Godsbody looked away, and Kuav'ath grabbed the elf by the hair. Nysaiah closes her eyes and flinches from the pain, but she doesn't cry out.

"You're stronger then I thought, little elf." The Xivkyn then turns his attention back to Godsbody. "I could torture her in a thousand ways without killing her. So, what will it be? Torture the elf, or you give us an audience with Dagon?" Kuav'ath touches the blade to Nysaiah's cloths and cuts to cloth to reveal the skin on her stomach. Kuav'ath touches the blade to the exposed skin and draws blood.

While Kuav'ath was torturing Nysaiah, no one but Aranith noticed a well dressed man walk through a portal, someone else followed closely behind him. "Hold it there, Xivkyn brute."

Kuav'ath slices the blade across Nysaiah's stomach and throws her on the floor angrily. He then turned to meet the newcomer. "Who in oblivion are you supposed to be?" He asks angrily. "I'm in the middle of something." Nysaiah rolls in her back and doesn't move. There was a long laceration on her stomach, and blood was flowing from the wound.

The newcomer was a high elf. He seemed to be a high elf noble, but something about him didn't seem right. "You're in the middle of torturing someone that the Ruinach wouldn't care for. You could torture the elf all you want, the Ruinach won't give in. He already killed that woman's husband without a second thought." He comments, then pauses. "Ah, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm Lord Zor'aciua, but you can call me Lord Zor if you wish. This is Mistress Zyllabal." He says gesturing to his heavily armored companion.

"Okay, 'Lord Zor'." Kuav'ath says mockingly. "What are you doing here?"

Lord Zor stands tall with his hands behind his back, and Mistress Zyllabal looks ready for battle. "Release the Ruinach, tell me what Molag Bal has planned. I've been watching you two Xivkyn since you got banished from Coldharbour. You'll find out more about me soon enough."

Kuav'ath looks back at Godsbody, then to Lord Zor again. "I don't take orders from mortals, fool. Be gone." Kuav'ath grabs Nysaiah again. Lord Zor doesn't move.

"You heard him," says Amar'ath. "Be gone, mortal." Lord Zor only smiles.

"You see, I'm not a mortal." Lord Zor'aciua moves his hands in a specific gesture, and smoke from out of nowhere surrounds him momentarily. Once the smoke is gone, a Dremora stands where Lord Zor once was. "I am a Dremora Valkynaz, a Dremora prince if you will. If you want an audience with Dagon, I will be of more use then the Ruinach."

"I've heard of you," Says Godsbody who's been quiet thought out the whole conversation. "You don't work for Dagon anymore."

"That's where you're wrong, brute. I work for Dagon by pretending to be one of these horrid mortals. Zyllabal here is a Dremora as well. We've kept our Dremora names amongst the mortals because no mortals will ever find out that we're Dremora"

"Now that you've revealed yourself, I remember you, Zor. You tricked Molag Bal into releasing you once, then Dagon claimed you." Amar'ath says.

"Working for Bal was, well unpleasant. Dagon rewords loyalty, and that's what I've showed him. Now, can we get to the matter at hand?" Lord Zor puts his hands together. He looks at Mistress Zyallabal. "Kill the mortals." Aranith looks horrified and Nysaiah starts trying to get out of Kuav'ath's grasp. "We wouldn't want anyone to know our secret, now would we, Mistress Zyllabal?" Zyllabal shakes her hand and pulls out a staff.

"No," says Kuav'ath, and Amar'ath holds her staff at the ready. "We will do this our way. We don't need your help, Dremora." Amar'ath shoots a blast from her staff at the floor In front of them. Lord Zor looks angry but holds out his hand to Zyllabal.

"Fine, have it your way, Kuav." Lord Zor'aciua opens a portal and walks though. Mistress Zyllabal scowls at the Xivkyn but fallows Lord Zor.

"Take us to the Deadlands, now." Kuav'ath demands Godsbody. "That Dremora is up to no good."

Godsbody shakes his head. "I don't think so. If you're scared of a pesky Dremora then that sounds like a personal problem."

"So be it, Ruinach." Kuav'ath throws Nysaiah on the floor again, and waves a hand at Amar'ath. She opens a portal and the two Xivkyn walk though.

"Get out." Nysaiah says, and Godsbody looks over at her. She was laying on the ground bleeding. "I'm done with Daedra. Just go."

"Look Nys, plea-" Godsbody tries to say.

"Just... go!" Nysaiah whispers harshly. Godsbody hangs his head. "I never want to see you again!"

"Okay." Godsbody turns to Aranith. "Go get the guards and a healer." Aranith looks over at Nysaiah and nods. Aranith leaves and Godsbody turns back to Nysaiah. "I'm sorry, Nys. I know you probably don't wanna hear it, but I am truly sorry." Godsbody then opens a portal next to him and crawls though to the land of destruction and fire.