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Their ancestors might have been natural rats but the rat-creatures were abnormally large, savage, powerful with huge fangs and claws along with deadly venom plus a whole load of horrific bacteria, viruses and parasites to share. Each big creature hurled itself at the group as if seeking death as much as seeking to kill.

 

Jadekin slipped out the magical rod, the quadrod that the Emperor had given her, and fired off a pulsebeam of energies. The first ratbeast was struck and transformed into a normal rat that went scuttling off to safety. The second ratbeast did the same and the third also became a large normal rat. There were no more attacks.

 

Jadekin explained how Emperor Uriel Septim VII had given her the transformation magical quadrod that could carry out four distinctive tasks. “He gave me the transformation quadrod to do some cleaning up below the Grand Imperial Prison and to help find what it is, down here, that has attracted the Snark. It may even assist with the Snark and any threat presented by the Snark.”

 

Jadedisa frowned. “Sounds wise, that one! Too bad I never got to meet him.”

 

Jadekin nodded. “One of the best of the Uriel Septims. Made up for such as Uriel Septim III, a cunning murderer who suffered a rightfully horrible death.”

 

Jadedisa snorted. “Then why did you try to save his life?”

 

Jadekin responded. “Because Uriel Septim III should have faced a proper trial in the Grand Imperial City instead of being burned to death by an angry mob. He would have been executed anyway but by Imperial Justice. Also the public humiliation would have hurt him more than being burned to death did. I came to love Empress Kintyra, as many did, and she would have become a great leader of the Empire and the Empire would have prospered under her rule. Instead it gained a monster who stole the Dragonthrone and then had it forcefully taken from him.”

 

The two became quiet, the dog and golem pacing behind them. The steel golem only moved quietly because of some magic trickery used by Jadekin to quieten his footfalls. The four of them came to a great chamber with many stone block columns and some stone block walls but also cave like areas, though evened out ones.

 

The spiderbeast, as distorted as any ratbeast, came racing at them huge and dangerous with very lethal venom, great fangs and massive strength. The pulsebeam converted into a large, but much smaller, hunting spider that scuttled off into a large hole.

 

The next spiderbeast, though, became a glowing solar elemental of glowing golden-white energies. The solar-elementoid was a sphere in shapeform, the most basic type of such elemental entities. It joined the group and bobbed gently through the air with them.

 

They found a very old metal chest have buried under a wall but inside were only some abandoned steel weapons and tools, some clothes, boots and such like. They closed up, resealed, the chest that preserved its contents with some basic magical wards.

 

They came to a big chamber partly crowded with strange mushroom like plants. Water dripped down the walls and flowed down the sloping wall to drain away through gaps in a wall. Large insects scuttled over the mushroom like plants. It was the remains of exotic crops cultivated by slaves for the Ayleid.

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In the center of the chamber, surrounded by four great evenly spaced stone columns, were the remains of some dead human soldiers. The armor, weapons and other remains indicated that they were from many centuries ago.

 

Jadedisa frowned. “Why would they have come down here when humans seem to have such a deep aversion to coming here?”

 

Jadekin frowned. “That is a good question and here is another: what killed them? I see no sign of enemies, of...” Then she grimaced. “The small vents in the ceiling. It was a death trap and may still be a death trap. Those humans were killed by a heavier than air gas left to drop down amongst them and then to disperse. Or at least that seems to make sense to me.”

 

Jadedisa nodded. “The sort of nasty trick the Ayleid would get up to.”

 

Jadekin shrugged. “Or humans! I think this might be a job for our steel golem companion.”

 

The steel golem lumbered quietly into the trap area. Some heavy, gray tinted, gas dropped down from the vents above but there did not seem to be much left and it did not harm at all to the magical metallic humanoid.

 

After the gas dispersed, with some magical assistance from Jadedisa, the two women examined the long dead and found some interesting information. They used magic to rejuvenate some scrolls that were instructions to the dead mercenaries. They had been on their way to help protect some kind of secret expeditionary project that was trying to find something in that area. The mercenaries were blank-shield but were elite fighters and one had been a battlemage.

 

Jadedisa noted all the silver alloy weapons and frowned. “Like they were expecting to fight lots of undead or demonic or werefolk or something else that is extra damaged by silver. Not trusilver there, though, so these mercenaries were hardly wealthy.”

 

Trusilver did great damage to certain types of entities, especially of the darker, cursed kinds. It was commonly believed that werewolves only turned from humans under both full moons but this was wrong. Werewolves, like other werefolk, could always become their beast form but lost control if both moons were full at the same time and they were caught in the moonlight from both.

 

Jadekin took a couple of the silver weapons, some coins and other items. There was some basic forms of identification and perhaps she could inform distant relations, of the mercenaries, of what had happened to them. To this she added the rejuvenated scrolls. As it was the Imperial Archivists would be interested as they were always in unusual cases like that one.

 

Jadedisa frowned at Jadekin. “You know, don't you?”

 

Jadekin grinned softly at her. “That you had something to do with the expedition that actually took place under the reign of Emperor Uriel Septim II, a man who deserved a much better time than he gained. He was too kind hearted for his time.”

 

Jadedisa snorted. “He was too weak.”

 

Jadekin snorted right back. “Not so weak that he failed to seal you up for centuries.”

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Jadedisa snorted again. “You have me there. Yes, I was under the influence of something very dark and cunning, thanks to my own desperation and foolishness. I paid for it!”

 

Jadekin frowned at her 'sibling'. “Emperor Uriel Septim II locked you away there both to punish you and to give you a second chance for the cell cut you off from the dark influences you were under from the TwistedGod and perhaps others?”

 

No response came from Jadedisa and the two moved onwards from that place, entering a maze of tunnels and chambers. The others followed. Jadedisa took over, leading Jadekin easily because in truth Jadedisa had been part of that ancient expedition, had taken the role of a little girl which was one of her 'more interesting traits'.

 

The MythicDawn Followers were intertwined into the metallic tentacles that had sprung out of a hidden hatch in the ceiling. In summoned daedric armor, and with daedric weapons, they fought on but slowly, desperately. Jadekin shot pulsebeams of energy at them. Of the eight fanatical followers, five perished but three were transformed, were given a second chance. Two became battlemages in divine armor and the other a divine elemental mage of phase energies. The metal tentacles, a nasty Ayleid trick, withdrew up into the ceiling and would never become activated again.

 

What were MythicDawners doing there, what were they up to and, more importantly, what were their overlords up to? They found no real clues with the remains of the MythicDawn Followers, no forms of identification of the people, no written orders but only a basic looking map to get the eight through the maze. It did not take long to realize that the map failed to show the tentacle trap.

 

They went deeper and as they left behind the maze, only to enter a maze of a cave system, they began to both 'sense' goblinfolk. Some goblin tribal clans worked well with people for there to be peace but down, in some areas, below the Grand Imperial City were savage warlike BlooodVazu goblinfolk. Most they were goblins but there were, according to some stories, some smarter, taller, naturally magical hobgoblins also. There would also be strange goblats, creatures like a mixture of rat and goblin. Goblats were about as dangerous as ratbeasts. They served goblins as tracking, hunting and guard beasts.

 

Something flittered into existence, briefly, looking like a tall ugly old man wearing a long blue black patterned robe and clutching a bronzed staff. His skin, hair and eyes were also bronzed. He seemed to be a Mer of some kind. Then he was gone. They had glimpsed the Snark.

 

The berserker crazed goblins, drugged by bloodvire, rushed towards the group. There were over a dozen of them and they came with a variety of basic steel axes, swords, shields and maces. The bloodvire drug made them stronger, more resistant to both physical and magical damage, faster but also clumsier and over confident. Bloodvire also made users more vulnerable to be mind controlled by others and those creatures were truly enslaved by dark psychic-magic.

 

The Snark had nothing to do with this for it was beyond such matters.

 

Jadekin, and Jadedisa, hurled powerful stunballs at the creatures that exploded into flash blast energies to knock down the goblins, to stun them mind and body. All of the goblins were dropped, painfully, and successfully. Then Jadekin took her quadrod out and shot each goblin with a pulsebeam, transforming each. They became enhanced of mind, body and spirit. No longer under control, the sixteen creatures slowly stood up and then knelt, bowing, to Jadekin.

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The group was growing in number and strength. They returned to where the dead mercenaries remains were still to be found and the transformed goblins, now with basic elemental spell-powers, took up silver weapons and better armor. They also took other useful items. Jadekin used special magic trickeries to adjust the armor so the gaebrins, transformed goblins, could use it. Any delay was countered by the gaebrins' great knowledge who took them back, to the place where the goblins had attacked, via a real shortcut.

 

The gaebrins, like the transformed MythicDawners, did not know anything that would add greatly to the knowledge of Jadekin. Jadedisa was reluctant to speak of what she knew but began to do so any way. Way back when she was a malformed puppet of the TwistedGod, she had done his-her bidding but had also fought against the TwistedGod by sabotaging aspects of the expeditionary project.

 

She spoke and showed her hesitancy to discuss such matters. “Memories are fragmented, blurred, often missing but down here somewhere was a deeply secret Ayleid Temple worshiping a mysterious dark entity that I suspected was the TwistedGod until the TwistedGod assured that this is not so. No, that other entity is a great enemy of the TwistedGod. They are both of darkness, of evil, but of very contrary kinds of power and other aspects. The TwistedGod, the Lord of the AntiDivines, is of the Shadow, of Twisted Creation, is the unholy to the holy of the Aedra and the Divines. Yet the TwistedGod is not of the Grand Daedra either though it was linked to the creation of all daedra.”

 

They continued for a while through the cave system. The found smashed, abandoned goblin cave settlements and, at times, long dead goblins heaped into holes in the ground. There were also dead goblats and, once, the corpse of a hobgoblin.

 

The gaebrins spoke of most of the BlooodVazu goblinfolk escaping undead forces that attacked settlements, that often killed goblins, and that sometimes captured them. The enemy had paid heavily for attacking the savage, cunning BlooodVazu Tribal Clan for many undead had been destroyed and not just zombies, skeltors, wraiths and such like but vampires, vamprires and lich-warriors. Why the attacks? The goblins never found out except they figured the purpose was simply to drive the BlooodVazu out of the area, to take over their territories; this well fitted goblin logic but Jadekin doubted the reasons were so simple.

 

Then they came to a change in the environment and the gaebrins became nervous. Goblin memories assured them that not even large, well armed BlooodVazu parties, even with shamans, would not go into that area. It was much like the abandoned Ayleid cities found through out Cyrodiil except with a darker, grayer coloration of materials. The symbolics on the walls, and other architectural structures, also differed some what; they were also bleaker, more troubling somehow. A heavy armored door stood before them, being part of the entrance to the area. Into the surface of the door was crudely melded a great warning emblem of more normal Ayleid style and design; it was a warning for Ayleid to stay away, along with other Mer and even nonMer, which was curious for Ayleid usually did not care at all for the nonMer.

 

=-=An identical looking warning emblem is melded to the main armored outer door to the ArchDome that can be found in Kvatch.

 

Jadekin smiled at her sibling. “Now I must set out to Weynon Priory just outside of Chorral and you, along with your companions, will enter the ShadowTemple of Learned Damnation. At this point your First Quest of Redemption begins; smile, it could be worse. You have some nice companions and a very nice divine magical collar you have not even noticed yet.”

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What can be killed, can be resurrected under the right conditions; this is true for a human, a dragon or even a Divine.

 

D TO Z of A TO Z

 

DAEDRA: Entities divided into the Grand Daedra such as the Daedric Princes, lesser daedra such as the Dremora and subdaedra such as clannfears.

 

DAEDRIC KING: Mysterious Grand Daedra that most do not seem to know even exists. New leader of the MythicDawn Cult.

 

DAEDRIC MAGE: One who practices daedric magic.

 

DAEDRIC MAGIC: Form of magic linked to, tuned with, the daedra.

 

DAEDRIC QUEEN: Mysterious Grand Daedra that most do not seem to know even exists.

 

DAEDRIC PRINCES: Sixteen are known of but there may be more; the Sixteen Daedric Princes.

 

DANCER: In this case a professional or semiprofessional dancer of which there are many kinds.

 

DANDRUFF: Terrible affliction attacking scalps of unwary people.

 

Dark0ne: Powerful Lord of the Nexus.

 

DEADLANDS, THE: The Realm of Oblivion of MehrunesDagon.

 

DRAGON: Reptilian like creature, warm blooded, found in magical and non magical forms or even a deity level of dragons. While many types of dragons fly some

specialize in aquatic living, amphibious existence or land dwelling.

DREMORA: Intelligent tool using daedric humanoids; lesser daedra; followers of MehrunesDagon.

 

DUNMER: Mer People.

 

DWEMER: A Mer People who were focused on science and mathematics. Vanished from Tamriel surface but the 'survivors of the Dwemer Event' ended up living in the

Tamriellan Underlands.

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Jadedisa frowned heavily and touched the divine magical collar around her neck. “No, I did not 'sense' it was there. So much for trust! Do they have so little faith in me?”

 

“The Divines do have a great deal of experience with you.” Jadekin grinned mildly. “I would have done the same. You have been seeking a way to run off since I let you out of that chamber. Run away from your Quests of Redemption, try to cheat anybody, and you go straight back to that isolation chamber with only your magical junk as your companion.”

 

Jadedisa grimaced. “You have no idea what lies beyond that door or you would not be so smug.”

 

“I have been past that door twice!” Jadekin sighed. “It is a physical, mental and spiritual maze of mazes. The ShadowTemple of Learned Damnation holds many secrets and much forbidden knowledge. The first time I went in I was driven out after about five hours and came out with next to nothing to show for the ordeal. The second time I went in I brought out items that were passed over to the QCouncil and some lesser items that were passed over to the Septim Imperium.”

 

Jadedisa shrugged. “I went in for my sake and not for the damned QCouncil or damned Empire. I came out malformed and raging evil only to be knocked down by a whole bunch of my siblings and those JadeKnights. Then Emperor Uriel Septim II had me sealed into that damned chamber that I could not escape from. The TwistedGod cursed me after accusing me of trying to betray him-her. I do not see why it would accuse me of doing such.”

 

Jadekin shook her head in obvious ironic wonderment. “Because you were trying to cheat the TwistedGod, dumb dumb! You tried to cheat the greatest cheater that has ever existed. I have to leave you but somebody will keep you company who you know well enough.”

 

The canine transformed with a sparkling shimmer and became Jadekia Jadekia, a sibling of both Jadekin and Jadedisa, smiled coolly at Jadedisa. “I thought you would be pleased to see me.” Jadekia also wore powerful divine magical armor.

 

“Then you thought wrong!” Jadedisa hated Jadekia. “Are there any other nice surprises to come?”

 

The hulking steel golem transformed with a sparkling shimmer and shrank down to become a steel human figure, sexless and generally muscular male in appearance. This was no steel golem but a more powerful, magical and dangerous divine magical golem or 'divine golem'.

 

Jadekia smiled. “Like the divine magical collar, on your neck, the divine magical golem is here to make sure you do what you have promised to do.”

 

Jadedisa went to say something but then obviously thought better of it; instead she sulked.

 

Jadekin looked briefly into Jadekia's eyes and then Jadekin vanished with a sparkling shimmer.

 

HERE ENDS CHAPTER THREE: HUNTING THE SNARK

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HERE STARTS CHAPTER FOUR: SURPRISES AT WEYNON PRIORY

 

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Monks, and nuns, of the Order of Talos were dealing with the attack on the Weynon Priory by a large group of MythicDawn Followers in summoned daedric magical armor. Some came as archers with daedric bows but most as sword-shield fighters. They were limited battlemages and summoned forth subdaedra such as scamps, scards and clannfears. They had tried to strike in surprise but ancient magical wards had detected their daedric magical auras.

 

DivineGuardsmen, the Orders of the Divine had created its own Guard Force with Imperial support, had a garrison there being Blade trained. They defended the Priory Walls, shooting arrows from bows, bolts from crossbows. A big tripod-crossbow was used with much effect, shooting special long-bolts that struck down enemies with terrible power and accuracy.

 

Then Jadekin struck the MythicDawners from behind, arriving with a dozen JadeKnights to assist her. The force was fairly small but powerful and took the hundred plus MythicDawners by shocking surprise. Many cultists died quickly, making many summoned creatures vanish. MythicDawners were thrown off their horses. Monsters howled. Ducks fled for their lives. Arrows, bolts and magical projectiles flew. The dead fell to the ground except the summoned that vanished.

 

Ruma Cameron was there and fought hard, hurling magic with her magestaff. The Altmer was very dangerous, as brilliant as her father and almost as warped. MythicDawn Followers gathered to her call and she summoned froth dremora battlemages that attacked powerfully. Yet the MythicDawn mission was already failed and she was soon beginning a strategic withdrawal. Groups of MythicDawners broke off and vanished into the forest. Creatures were unsummoned, vanishing in the process. Then Ruma, herself, turned and led a fast retreat of the last of the traitors, all of them riding off on horses and taking some riderless horses with them.

 

The trouble was not over!

 

Jadekin, and her people, went to help stop the burning off a large building and used magic to smother the flames, to rob air away from the fires so that they snuffed out. The building was mostly saved and the fire claimed no lives, but much repair work would have to be done.

 

What had the MythicDawn Followers been after? There were no easy answers to be had. The Weynon Priory was not a stronghold holding powerful artifacts. Apart from Jauffre, it had no imperial level VIPs. It was not even the largest settlement of the Order of Talos, just the most well known of. Or was any of that really true?

 

Jadekin met with Jauffre and passed the Amulet of Imperia to the Grand Master of the Blades. Jauffre, the Imperiat, took it with a soft frown and then nodded to Jadekin. “We both know why Ruma Cameron herself would lead a large raid on this place. Come, it is time to take 'him' to a safer place and for him to meet his son, Martin. Others are with him including some surprises.”

 

For something to be a 'surprise' for Jauffre meant a great deal indeed.

 

They went down to a basement beneath the main building and then through a heavily protected, very well protected door. They followed a cool, stone hallway tunnel. Soldiers stood guard who never left the set of chambers except to go out into a special place in the forest once a year. They were elite fighters, and battlemages, even by Blade standards.

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The real Emperor Uriel Septim VII sat in a big comfortable armchair with his feet on a footstool. He stared into mid air. What had attacked him, had broken him of mind, body and spirit, was not totally known but it had been a very dark, powerful entity. The attack had taken place about ten years before with Jadekin herself attacking the menace. She had inflicted great damage on it as had another called TommiTomo and yet another named JackOman. They had saved the Emperor from death or perhaps, even, from a fate worse than death. The monstrous enemy had suffered heavily for its audacity, had been very badly weakened so it had to retreat back to its home realm for long rejuvenation.

 

Truth was the Emperor would never be able to actually be the Emperor again. In moments of lucidity he had admitted as much himself. Some handmaidens cared for him in many personal ways, often telling him stories or reading to him from his various books. There were two healers, a mage and others also to care for him along with the bodyguards.

 

For over ten years one, of great skill and power, had taken his place to keep the Empire running smoothly with the assistance of the Imperial Elders Council. During that time much healing of Uriel had taken place and he had improved greatly with periods of lucidity becoming longer and more numerous. At such times his wisdom, brilliance and experience was used to give valuable advise in important imperial matters.

 

TommiTomo, who had pretended to be the Emperor for over ten years, was himself in appearance. He stood like some short, plump man in good casual clothing and boots, holding a plain looking metallic silvery magestaff in one hand, its butt resting against the floor. He was oddly albino like in skin color but with deep green eyes. TommiTomo was an amazingly ancient figure but he had been the QEnvoy, for the QCouncil, for a very very long time.

 

Jasmina was there, being the mother of Martin. She had lived with him as his mother all of his young life. She had even gone with him to visit Aronz Septim at times. What Martin did not know was that she had once served the Emperor as one of his most ablest of spies but had given up such duties over ten years ago to spend more time with both the Emperor and her son along with other pursuits. She wore good quality but practical women's clothing and other gear.

 

The place had many imperial house cats for the Emperor loved the cats and they were cared for by three 'catmaidens'.

 

The Emperor came out of his trance like state, looked around and looked troubled. “TommiTomo, I dreamed that my three legitimate sons did something very foolish, that they chose to be resurrected by different evil factions in different ways. Geldall, Enman and Ebel were always too much like their mother.”

 

TommiTomo frowned. “The undead one is the dabbler in forbidden knowledge, the unlifen is the would be conqueror of the world and the falsely living one is the hedonist driven to sate every desire. So the undead on is the youngest, Ebel. The unlifen is the oldest, Geldall. The null-living one is Enman, the middle one of age and the addicted hedonist. There is more that you need to know, that we have fully confirmed only recently.”

 

Uriel Septim VII nodded. “That I am not the only biological father of three legitimate, now resurrected, sons. Jagar Tharn contrived with my former wife to also be their biological father in a fashion both unnatural and quite disconcerting. I dreamed of what happened, yes, but until this moment did not wish to speak of it.”

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TommiTomo smiled. “I know how much it hurt you, to learn of the truth, to discover just how evil your wife, Caula Voria, was. She was not even fully human but was a mortal demon human hybrid, a demidemonu. Jagar Tharn was even more demonic, less human, being semidemonu. Now both of them are resurrected in the demonic fashion of the lesser immortal demons, the demonars. They have become demonars. A great game of multiple deception, manipulation and intimidation is being played out before our eyes and we do not have the full picture, far from it.”

 

Uriel shook his head. “Before Jagar Tharn betrayed me I lacked wisdom and did not wish to see the truth if it went against my desires. I 'sensed' something wrong with Caula Voria but wanted the peoples of the Empire to see me with a great and popular woman at my side, as Empress. I 'sensed' something wrong with Jagar Tharn but he told me what I wanted to hear and helped me to carry out many foolish acts such as brutal military conquests. If I ever was a good Emperor it was only after I was freed from that Realm of Oblivion. I wish I could be Emperor again to do some good.”

 

TommiTomo smiled. “The QCouncil would like you to be one of their QAdvisers and, most likely, one day to become one of their QElders. Then you would be influencing the affairs of not just the Empire and Tamriel but of Nirn and even of Mundus.”

 

Uriel smiled. “A great honor and one I accept though I do not see that I am worthy of such.”

 

A large female ginger tabby cat jumped up onto the lap of the Emperor, made herself comfortable, curling up and went to sleep.

 

The Emperor smiled. “The imperial cats know just how to treat an Emperor with a warm, comfortable lap to sleep on. You are not all here just for a social visit? What is going on?”

 

TommiTomo smiled right back, just as calmly. “Somebody betrayed your secret hiding place to either the MythicDawn or to those controlling the MythicDawn. Ruma Cameron herself led a large force of MythicDawn Followers here, perhaps the largest that has been openly gathered together in one place. There might have another reason for the attack except that somebody in the MythicDawn warned us that it was aimed at you.”

 

Uriel Septim VII frowned. Then he nodded but more to himself than to any other. Then he turned his head and looked at one of his handmaidens, an attractive Redguard woman named Genile. “You are my illegitimate daughter to the woman named Gemile. You have the Dragonblood in you, though not fully enough to be of the Dragonborn as Martin is. Geldall, Ebel and Enman were not Dragonborn either and so that may have allowed Martin to rise to the Dragonthrone even if they had remained naturally alive. That is just speculation now. Why?”

 

Genile shrugged. “I grew tired of being locked up here with an old man who spends most of his time sleeping or day dreaming or having visions, a whole lot of cats who leave their fur everywhere, all these silly little handmaidens so demure it makes me sick and those handsome young men who will not have any fun with me. I do not even know what I did to deserve this?”

 

The Emperor sighed. “Some unknown faction paid the Dark Brotherhood to assassinate you. They paid a lot of goldworth up front and promised twice as much if that rather shadowy group of assassins were successful. It was, in the end, the only way to keep you alive. Now, we will let you free if...”

 

Genile shivered. “Oh drat it, I am sorry!”

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Uriel smiled. “Don't worry! You are forgiven. Did you really think one of my imperial bodyguards would pass a message to the outside for any payment let alone fifteen silver-eagles?”

 

Genile looked sulky. “Well, it was all that I could steal from the other handmaidens.” Then she clapped her hand over her mouth.

 

Uriel nodded. “The money has already been returned to the other handmaidens who will of course be expecting fifteen more silver-eagles from you as compensation.”

 

Genile looked even more sulky as a young, demure handmaiden came over to her and started to brush her hair with a fine, golden hairbrush. Genile's mother had been poisoned, when Genile was in the womb, and Genile had been born with brain damage. Healing magic had fixed much of the damage but she was never going to be more than a child of low intellect and low wisdom. After Genile's mother abandoned her, the Emperor took over her care. Gemile was later assassinated by a Dark Brotherhood liquidator.

 

The Emperor then turned to one of the Imperial Bodyguards, Blade trained but not a Blade. “Now, you, on the other hand, Oevo, what prompted you to betray me?”

 

Oevo, the Imperiat, frowned hard. “I was young when I gave the oath to always be here to protect you. I was full of fanatical devotion. I did not understand the price of it all. I have no wife, no children, no career, no freedom. I have not seen much of anywhere, done much of anything. Now I regret what I have done but it is too late for regrets. When I was out in the small area of forest, that we are allowed to go in, a 'voice' spoke in my mind. At first I tried to push it away, to ignore it, but I did not report it. Then I started to listen. I suppose I will be executed.”

 

The Emperor shook his head. “No, but you will be punished. You will not be executed for you were mesmerized to some extent.” He turned to TommiTomo. “Perhaps you can handle the rest.”

 

TommiTomo turned, raised an arm and pointed his fingers at a large black house cat. From his fingertips spat pulses of energy. The black cat collapsed, sparkling, and then transformed to become a small, dark skinned man who was naked and had odd silky black hair.

 

The man moaned softly and then opened his eyes. He sneered at TommiTomo. “You are blind! The TwistedGod, the Grand Daedra, the Thirteens, you and things like you, none of you begin to know the truth. He, the OneTrueDivine, he knows you better than you know yourselves. Blessed is he who will bring true bliss to us all who are worthy of his true love. Death to all others. He will cleanse you all away like the filth that you really are. It was too easy to trick the mind of the stupid soldier..”

 

Then the exotic creature winced and died with a shuddering motion but also with an expression of unpleasant surprise on his face.

 

Uriel sighed. “He was the only cat that I never really liked; I did wonder why. Is she one of those rare werecats?”

 

Jadekin spoke. “No, she is a simulaclone shapeformed, as it was created, to carry out a specific task.”

 

TommiTomo frowned. “It takes great knowledge and very exotic, powerful, methods to create simulaclones. I suggest we get you moving to somewhere safer very soon, Sire.”