"Shew," said Allie, bending over the Dunmer and examining his wounds. "So this isn't the top after all?"

Under her mask, Blade's eyebrows raise, and she starts wondering if she might be able to let the others complete the mission without her, since her past is buried.

*As One's staring of and Danes crying on the ground the sky suddenly becomes dark and distorted, the very air seems to swirl about and a multi-colored vortex now exists at its center...the Tower begins to shake wildly then finally starts to pull itself apart in huge chunks...if any where to look towards the ground at this time they would notice the tiny Imperials fleeing the site rather quickly...

...without any warning the harpies, group, any Imperials, the campsite and everything is sucked into the center of the vortex...the group tries in vain at escape the hurricane like grip of the vortex as it swallows everything around it...One's last concious memory is of Ami being swallowed by the winds...

...he's then awoken by Ami...the sounds of large scale battle immenate all around them...One takes note that everyone from the group is here and intact...but the thing that strikes his heart with fear isn't the experience he's had so far, it's the vicious Army of Undead and Daedra that have taken existance on the Horizon...One can make out various sorts of Daedra in full battle gear strung out across the open field...a large man with beastly features stands in the center of a Daedric Rune...bigger than a mansion are the Daedric letters that lay along the Daedric frontlines...One nearly losses hope at the perilous image in front of him...only when he turns does faith reinspire him as a fully assembled Army stands beyond the original group...they wear Imperial colors...he can see the ships alligned along the shoreline...One again looks to the daunting Horde in front...now taking into view the large Statue that stands behind them...glimmering under a dark sky...he also notices that theres no breeze flowing...*

"By Azura...we're going to be slaughtered...there was never any Tower here...a trick...

*One glances back towards his soon to be doom...quickly translating the Daedric...the letters spell out "The End"--Sheo...One prepares himself for the battle ahead...he takes note that everyone previous and just arrived can be seen preparing for battle...*

Dane stands and looks at the Imperial army This is what I am suppose to do, I am a knight, I am a leader Dane looked like a diffrent person, a person that is happy and cheerful but is ready for anything even death. A trooper rides a horse near Dane "Sir, your horse" Dane mounted the horse and looked at the up coming threat "At arms men.." The legionaires stood straight and stiff "...March!"

Arynel bends down and picks up the cloak.

"This has no enchantment that I can detect." The Breton says. "Yet it may have some magicka of another sort."

He turns to face the line of daedra.

Blade is confused, wondeirng where all the soldeirs and monsters came from. Still, she scans the enemy lines, trying to pick out the commanders for initial targeting, and wishing she had brought her heavy crossbow for this.

Sekka, now lying on the ground starts to scream...first in one voice ...then in three...the air around him shakes and when he is looked at it is af if lookig at him through two peices of glass that dont match up...it is distorted...and then everything snaps back in place. Instead of one dunmer there stands a lithe dunmer wearing a cape, a noble looking dunmer in light armor and holding a longsword, and a tall Nord holding a battle axe, yet they all seem to be Sekka, not in looks but in the aura they give off...and they charge toward the enemy.

Allerleirauh turned to find a soldier near her with her own horse; the roan courser nuzzled her arm, and she thumped it reassuringly as she swung into the saddle. She slipped her finger into one ring and cast a spell of protection over her mount; then into another, and cast a spell of strength on herself. Then she unsheathed her heavy golden blade.

She was actually delighted to face an army of daedra, rather than the ghosts of her past.

Blade starts running, then leaping, toward the fray, becoming an indistinct grey shape as she moves. While the main soldiers worry about fighting the rank and file, she homes in on any commanders she sees and deas out flying knife blades and leaping double short sword strikes to cut the enemy's nerve centers.

"Ah, I see." Arynel says with a smile.

Waving his hand, a section of the sky turns to night.

The Breton plucks the night out of the sky, and throws it down like a blanket over a group of daedra, who are sucked back into Oblivion.

The wind whistled in her ears as she rode through the crowd of monstrosities, striking them with her sword. She loved this feeling; their flesh tore like tissue, like mist.

Yet this was only a fraction of who and what she was.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Arynel. Careful, if we show our true selves to each other, won't we be blinded, as if we gazed into the sun?

Her sword was starting to glow; in fact, as she glanced down, she saw that her hands on the reins were glowing; her horse had become a thing of fire and starlight that threw sparks from its hooves.

all three Sekka's fought in harmony, not blindly. They were working towards a definate goal for on a hill stood a Daedra wearing...of anything...clunky adamantium boots.

Blade, sadly, doesn't seem to be faring as well as Allerleirauh or Arynel; she moves as she's ben taught, she selects her targets carefully, she keeps to the fog of war to conceal herself, and yet ...

It should have been just like all her other missions, just letting herself go through the motions, almost like watching herself from above while her mortal shell wove between life and death. Now though ... she felt heavy inside, and that was throwing her stride off ...

This Daedra look powerful, like a general, and around him stood hordes of his minions. Sekkas fought through them with the same fire in all of thier eyes, and Oblivion became repopulated...

"No no no, this is not right at all." Arynel says.

The Breton points to a dremora. "From now on, you will be a scrib!"

And it was so...

Dane lead the legion into the Daedra there were loud noises of swords hiting each other one demora slashed Dane's horse as he was riding which made him feel off. He regain his balance and started fighting the closest demora

"It's not so easy..."

*The Lone humanoid at the center takes aim at the advancing Army...he summons forth a ball of emmense Shock and heaves it towards the Army...One runs to interject...*

Blade looks to be in trouble; she's fighting off three or four foot soldiers and while she's holding her own, she's not making any progress and more soldeirs keep replacing the ones she cuts down ...

The cloak Arynel had picked up squirmed. It wiggled like a live puppy, and burst free of his grasp. Wait... now it was a puppy. It ran, baying, and horns burst from its head as it became a stag, then a tiger, then a bear. Last of all it became a wolf, and flung itself at Allerleirauh on her shining horse. She turned to look at Arynel for a moment as the wolf hung in the air, poised to rip her throat out; then it wrapped itself around her, and became a cloak again. An absurd cloak, made of shreds of many different furs.

She urged her horse towards the giant statue.

Arynel smiles.

Putting a hand to his mouth, the Breton blows a kiss.

The kiss becomes a bird.

The bird becomes a blade of light.

The blade cuts through a horde of daedra.

*Moves as quick as he can One attempts to reach the giant Shock ball which is bearing down on them...just before the moment of impact he uses the same tactic he used the previous night...using Reflect to infue his staff with Recall...he bats away the Shock ball back towards the Daedric Army...*

Somehow, Blade manages to see the cloak fly toward Allerleirauh, and something clicks in her head.

This fight wasn't real - of course she should have realized this before, but up till now it didn't really register. But the fight was a dream, a figment; whatever you wanted could happen, it seemed.

With that in mind, Blade tells herself calmly and clearly, that there is no heaviness inside her anymore. No worries about these others, no regrets; she's the same as she was when she came here and will be the same when she leaves ...

Blade manages to cut her way out of the knot of warriors surrounding her and flits across the battlefield, letting herself do what she's supposed to and not caring how things come out ...

Arynel speaks, and the Breton's words become truth…

There is a path, winding on towards evermore
We walk, each one, our footsteps to be made known
Little daedra walk the road
Step off the path
And be no more…

Another group of daedra are hurled back into the depths of oblivion.

*The Shock Ball flies past the now warring armies, colliding on the Daedric side with the ground...the shockwave sends the rampaging Undead fighters back from wence they came it also shatters most of the Daedric side...seeming as if they were made of glass...and cracking several of the Daedric letters littering the ground...the sky begins to crumble...*

as the clouds rain down like boulders from the crumbling sky all three Sekkas surround thier quarry...they proceed to hack him into pieces...and when they finish thye sit cross legged in a circle around thier boots waiting fot the heavens to enroach upon the earth.

Allerleirauh reined in her horse alongside the statue. She was being called, she felt, to do something mad.

There was a princess once, the daughter of the greatest king in the world... and he sinned against her... and in her shame she fled, and brought forth all manner of beasts and birds and man and mer... and the bearing tore her to pieces.

She hated the cloak, hated what it meant about her, where it had come from; everything. Yet it was hers, and no one could take it from her.

Allerleirauh screamed, and those near her turned to see the shining maiden transform into a beast beyond all explaining, a mass of fur and claws and horns and teeth, and stripes and spots and brindled fur. She flung herself at the stature, and swiped at it with her massive paws, and it fell.

The sky was falling; the statue was falling; the world was falling to pieces all around.

Still she flitted across the battlefield, striking without being seen. There were still targets to take out, until the falling sky took over the work ...

A Daedric Count with mighty horns seemed to see her though, and with a sudden thrust he skewered the grey-clad cloaked woman ... but his blade met with seemingly no resistance, and the look of surprise on his face froze in eternity as she removed his head ...

... Dimly she heard her heartbeat, and frowned; she wasn't as empty as she'd like to be. Death would probably come now. Just as well; it would save the trouble of dealing with the aftermath of this mission.

... though the part of her that had kept her going while she was trapped alone in the tower still wouldn't let go ...

*The damage from the Shockball and Allies attack bring the Statue crumbling down to the ground...this causes a sudden chain reaction which crumbles everything around the group, leaving nothing but darkness..........when your eyes open you find yourself laying in a field being overlooked by a short Bosmeri fellow...rocks appear to be formed around the group in a sloppy circle and you can feel the grass between your fingers....*

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....you cant wake up yet.........snails and duck beaks, simple fools...."

"You must be Grada? Am I right"

"How can shrubs be right you....you've stopped the whistleboat short....perhaps a fierce poking is in order..."

Arynel smiled from ear to ear as he gazed up at the sky.

It was falling apart.

"I once had a dream, where the world fell to peices." The Breton says. "And I became one..."

He pauses.

"...For a moment, whole."

The Breton's eyes snap open.

Allerleirauh rolled to the side, not liking the idea of being poked.

She was no longer a Welwa. But the cloak was real, firmly clasped around her shoulders.

"Eyyyyy...the eyes of Tamarada....such a starlight....maybe across that street....shuffle once...."

*The bosmeri fellow attempts to feel Allies jacket...*

the "glass" around the sekkas shatters and in the shards lays Sekka, one being again and wearing his silver boots...

"Ahh hooves of chaste, yon have, gascleramp...point, match...once more for the drumline..."

Dane was stab by a demora, he layed on the gorund looking up at broken sky Werid I don't feel a thing he touched his wound but it didn't hurt at all he began to stand up blood was driping down his side. A demora was about to swing at Dane but he quickly dodge it and slash at the demora's head. The blood stoped driping

The bosmeri fellow will hear the sound of metal being drawn from a sheath, as the battered and lacerated - but still kneeling - Blade holds up a throwing knife, her body language tired but businesslike.

"Who are you?" Arynel asks the Bosmer.

The Breton pulls himself up and stands.

*Before Blade gets a chance to do anything the Bosmeri fellow waves his hand and turns the knife into a goob of muckslime...*

"Hehehe....such documents of tittiwithers...shouldn't do such silly experiments..."

*The Bosmeri Fellow limps towards Arynel...*

"Why I'm the ghost of skooma pipes...and you weren't that groundhog from yesterday by chance?"

Muckslime flies through the air at the Bosmeri anyway

"We're here," said Allie, standing and trying to stay well away from the strange little Bosmer. "We solved your puzzle, didn't we? What happens now?"

*Wiping muckslime from his face the Bosmeri Fellow turns slightly to observe Blade...he then turns back to Allie...*

"Why the great shuffling of course...hadn't you heard of the special sale?"

"What took you all?" a voice behind them speaks.
The source smiles knowingly.
"Grada has told me, more or less, that a person must sing like a truth-bird to be here. Whatever that means. Or was it something about singing fish in a house? Eh. Have a sweetroll."
Maji motions to the plate only with her head, as the rest of her body is hidden by a glowing, stout rope.

"Good sir, Bosmer." Arynel begins. "I have a gesture for you."

The Breton pauses, and then speaks.

"I will ask you a question, if you can answer it to my satisfaction I will be your slave for as long as I live, if not, you will set us free."

(Does it flatter Arynel to see the white's of Allie's eyes?)

Blade tends to her wounds, such as they are, and wonders if it's safe to call the mission a success yet.

"Enough of this..."

*One walks forward and kicks over one of the placed rocks...the Bosmeri Fellow just flashes a smile...he then overlooks the still sleeping Ami, Dur'el, Dane and any that aren't yet awake...*

"Kicking mountains leads to no good news...surely you'd think it would....must be the woodchucks...sneaky they are...they like to steal....almost had my shadow they did...

"Satisfaction?....ah like you mage you be there standing...perhaps it is you who need answer a riddle three...but not without extra socks....oh no not without socks..."

Arynel stares at the Bosmer.

"You are a fool." The Breton says at last.

He turns and begins walking away, grumbling.

"I wish there was something we could do for this poor man," Allerleirauh said. "Yet if he could not find the tower he sought in years of searching, it's unlikely we can find it now."

*At the sight of Arynel attempting to walk away the Bosmeri Fellow again waves his hand...this time though Arynels flung across space-time crashing through the roof of the House of Earthly Delights...startling some customers, but otherwise Arynel is fine...*

"A ticket he wanted...a ticket he had..."

Blade just looks at everyone still standing, her body language sommunicating her question of what to do about this bosmeri.