The Birth of Ruin

Undone

Mehrunes Dagon looks down at the Ruinach he had chosen to lead the guards of the Deadlands. He had cause more trouble then he's stopped so far. "You let the Dremora and the Xivkyn go?" Dagon says angrily at the Ruinach before him.

"L-lord Dagon... I couldn't do anything. I was too big to fit in there." Godsbody looks at the ashes under his feet instead of up at Dagon.

"You will redeem yourself or be banished. Kill Zor'aciua and Kuav'ath."  Dagon turns away from the Ruinach. "Until then, you will be banished from the Deadlands, and another Ruinach will take your place." A portal opens up behind Godsbody. "Leave now and redeem yourself, Godsbody."

Godsbody didn't know what to think or say, so he just turned around and walked through the portal. On the other side of the portal was a cave. The cave was huge, and allowed Godsbody to stand. Like other Daedra, Godsbody could take the form of a mortal. He knew he had to because the mortals would attack him if they saw him in his Ruinach form. Godsbody takes a deep breath and changes his form.

Godsbody takes the form of a Nord. Now, the mortals will see him as a strong blond haired Nord. They wouldn't suspect that he's a Daedra. After changing form, Godsbody takes a look around. The cave seems a lot larger then when he entered. He spots a tunnel and what seems to be sunlight at the end of it.

As Godsbody emerges into the sunlight he notices that he recognizes the land. He looks to the sky and sees it. Ree Mountain. He was in Vvardenfell.

"Aren't you a bit far from home, Nord?" Godsbody turns to see a dark elf man.

"Um. I suppose I am." Godsbody replies. "Can you point me in the direction of Vivec City?"

The dark elf nods and points. "Just go that way for a while and you'll see it. Watch out of the nix-ox and nix-hounds. I'm sure a hardy Nord like yourself can handle them though." Godsbody thanks him and walks into the direction the elf pointed him in.

After walking for a while, Godsbody starts to see Vivec City and get excited. He knew Nysaiah would be there, though she wouldn't recognize him. He decided to go by Jurgan amongst the mortals.

Once Godsbody arrives, he doesn't know where to start his search. "Hey," he says to a guard. "Do you know where I can find a dark elf named Nysaiah?" The guard looks at him and crosses his arms.

"The one who survived the Seyda Neen Daedra attack?" Godsbody nods. "She's at the Saint Delyn in."

"Could you point me in the direction of that?" Godsbody says nervously. "My names Jurgan. Nysaiah is a friend." The guard nods, and gives Godsbody directions.

Godsbody walks in the direction the guard pointed him in, but he sees her before he gets there. She was walking towards him from the direction he was heading. "Nysaiah!" He yells excitedly.

Nysaiah turns away, acting like she didn't know him. Well, Nysaiah didn't know him. She saw Jurgan, not Godsbody. "Please wait!" He shouts again.

Nysaiah pulls out a dagger and turns around. She holds the dagger at Godsbody's throat. "Who are you, and why are you looking for me?"

"I'm go- I'm Jurgan. Can we speak in private." Nysaiah doesn't put the dagger down.

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it here, n'wah." Godsbody knew he could easily over come the small elf, but he didn't. He knew he have to warn her trust as Jurgan for her to listen to him.

"Please," he tries again. "It's important. It has to do with Daedra." That only seemed to make Nysaiah more angry.

"I told those Daedra that I want nothing to do with them, nothing! Get out of here!" She yells at him.

"Look, please." Godsbody takes a deep breath. "I'm here to stop them. You won't have to deal with them, but I'll need your help to find them. I need to stop Kuav'ath and Zor'aciua. I need your help to do so."

Nysaiah puts the blade down. "After this, there will be no more Daedra?"

Godsbody hesitates. "If that is what you wish, then yes, Nysaiah. If we could talk in private I'll tell you more about the situation." Nysaiah nods and starts walking away. Godsbody follows.

Once inside Nysaiah's temporary house, Nysaiah turns to Godsbody. "Okay, Jurgan. What is it that you're not telling me?"

"Please don't get mad." Nysaiah only crosses her arms. "My name isn't really Jurgan. I'm Godsbody. I couldn't tell you out there because I didn't know what you'd do."

"Get out." Nysaiah looks angry. "I told you I never wanted to see you again." Her voice is quiet, but Godsbody can hear the anger in it. She had a right to not want anything to do with him.

"I know, Nys. I need your help though."

"Save it, Daedra." Nysaiah shoots back. "You have an army of Dremora at your command. You don't need my help, get out."

"Well uh, that's the thing." Godsbody replies, ignoring the part about getting out. "I want to get rid of the Daedra so they don't bother you. I know I've ruined stuff, but I want to fix it. I need your help to fix it though."

"That sounds like a you problem. You've ruined everything, Godsbody. You're not a part of my family anymore. You put the Daedric prince of destruction above us." Godsbody heard more pain than anger in her voice. "We don't need your help. Zor'aciua is back in Summerset and doesn't seem content on hurting us. It's probably better to not provoke him."

"Dagon was my creator, Nysaiah. I felt more like, well like me there then I did in Seyda Neen. No one wanted me in Seyda Neen anyway. I did you all a favor by leaving. The destruction of Seyda Neen was ordered by Mehrunes Dagon and would have happened if I had gone with the Daedra or not." Godsbody tries to defend himself. "None of this would have happened if you left me at the portal."

Nysaiah puts her hands on her hips. "You're right. I should have let Audret kill you, then you wouldn't have killed him. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have stopped him from killing you." Godsbody looks down sadly.

"Nysaiah, I never meant to hurt you or Audret. I want to help you now. The Dremora and Xivkyn now know who you are. Kuav'ath and Zor'aciua won't stop hunting you, especially since you know Zor is a Dremora. Zor is probably thinking of a way to get rid of you."

Nysaiah doesn't say anything. She turns and grabs a sword from by the door. "Fine. We kill the daedra, then you go back to the Deadlands where you belong."

"That's fair, I suppose." Godsbody replies. "Is Aranith coming?" At the sound of her name, Aranith walks out.

"What's going on?" She asks. "And who are you?" She says to Godsbody.

"Um, I'm Godsbody." He says nervously. Aranith doesn't let her emotions show though. It makes Godsbody even more nervous cause he can't tell how she feels about it.

"Since the Daedra is here, I assume there's more Daedra ahead." Nysaiah nods at Aranith's assumption. "Well then let's get this over with. The sooner the Daedra are gone, the sooner we can get back to a norma life." Aranith disappears back into her room. She emerges a few minutes later with armor and weapons for herself.

"Where are we headed?" Nysaiah asks Godsbody.

"We know Zor'aciua is a noble in Summerset, and no one knows where Kuav'ath is, so Summerset." Godsbody replies.

"I've always wanted to go to Summerset." Aranith says sort of excitedly.

"To Summerset to kill a noble who is really a Dremora we go then." Nysaiah says with false excitement. She opens a portal and the group walks through.