Moghakh, Wielder of Volendrung
Mehrunes Dagon. Molag Bal. Nocturnal. Sanguine. The names of our enemies were still flying through my head.
Although I knew the gargantuan task of stopping god's would not be easy, I felt at rest. Possibly because I was underestimating our calling, or because it felt as if my wandering life had a purpose to it again. Although the room was silent, we all felt more comfortable.
The Breton was the first of us to speak. "I guess someone will have to start," Her smile seemed sincere but forced at the same time. "I'm good at magic but I doubt I could do anything to a Daedric Lord."
Silence. The room felt agonizing to be in.
Luckily the awkward silence was cut-off by a stumbling Imperial. "I'm sorry I'm late, I ran into some snow trolls on the way."
I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Me and Sorek had to travel through Falmer infested caves, Giant camps, Sabre Cat dens, and everything else Tamriel could throw at us but we managed to make it on time. In fact we had enough time for some mead before the ceremony started.
He introduced himself as Tullio Marcellinus, I pretty much had him worked out from the moment he spoke. His snobbish personality and tone along side his brightly coloured, velvet clothing allowed me to assume he was part of the famed Elder Council. I could sense his cowardice through his arrogance.
The room was somewhat settled again. The Altmer found the confidence to introduce herself. Another mage. The Breton and the Altmer began to talk about their magic and people were actually interested! Much to my relief, the Altmer said we should find signs of the Daedric princes. I felt this would be a good time to introduce myself.
I couldn't think of a way to get attention to I dropped my hammer onto the table with a deep thud that echoed through the temple, all but Sorek turned their head towards me. "I am Moghakh the Wielder of Volendrung," The others seemed confused. "if you hadn't guessed already, this is Volendrung." I placed my hands on the hammer and the red eye began to glow brightly. "Sorek and I have been travelling together around all parts of Tamriel. My tribe was murdered by his former allies, the Nightingales. It's quite complicated." He laughed. The others weren't as amused. "With us here this task is much easier for more than one reason."
The Cat, who had remained oddly quiet this whole time, spoke up. "Ki’Tzung is unsure of how you will be anything but a hindrance to our progress, you will most likely get us all killed, yes?"
The stench of the Cat was still filling my nose. "Although I may not be quiet, Sorek is. He's also the only thing that we can use to begin this journey," Sorek looked at me, uncrossed his arms and legs and sat up. "he is our only straight forward link to one of the Daedric lords. Nocturnal."
The whole room looked at him. He scanned the room. I could tell he was uncomfortable. We waited anxiously for his reaction.
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