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Here's a little something different from the Journal Entries. I'm still going slowly through Beyond Reach, but I'm hoping to try and beat the questline soon, so I can get started on some more stuff in Skyrim, and maybe Cyrodiil. There's still a whole bunch of Tarnished Shards and Shattered Fragments I need to find, as well as a few things to open the Mirror of Twilight and start the Ruptured Towers. Need some rings. And probably some more shouts and levels (I'm just short of level 35). Which means more dragons to kill.
The Blade of Dusk
"So, what's your story? You a mercenary or assassin or something?"
Ulkain's words broke the silence between the three of us as we sat around the lit fire in the Ayleid ruin. Inigo was nibbling on some meat, and I had just finished drinking one of my waterskins.
"You have not heard of the Blade of Dusk, Ulkain?" Inigo asked.
"No," the Breton mercenary replied. I took a glance at the blue Khajiit. I never even mentioned that title to him, so how did he know it? He did say that he knew me... and had shot me in the back when on withdrawal from skooma or something - but still.
"The Blade of Dawn?"
"You talking about the sword Dawnbreaker?"
"The cat's talking about two Dunmer assassins," I said before Inigo could reply. "Two former Morag Tong members who had pledged their lives and souls to Azura, and only served Mephala through lip service and assassination writs. One became known as the Blade of Dawn. The other, the Blade of Dusk. The Blade of Dawn was older by a couple hundred years, of course."
Ulkain leaned forward, his face brightened by the fire. "So, you're one of these Blades, then?"
I pulled out the Twili Dagger from its sheath and slowly ran my fingers across it. "I'm the Blade of Dusk, yes. And no, I don't have any writs or assassination contracts here in High Rock. Inigo and I are simply here as mercenaries willing to lend a hand - and claw."
"Indeed," Inigo said. "I had met with her once before, but... things happened, and we were separated. Not that she remembers."
"I still think you were a bit too high on Skooma to really know who was with you, cat." I took out a piece of meat from my bag and began to munch on it as Inigo and Ulkain continued to talk.
"Well, you hired me, and it turns out you're an assassin. And you can hold your own, so that gives you some good graces in my book."
I raised my eyebrow at Ulkain. "What, even helping the Roaches?"
"Even helping the Roaches. Means we can focus on the Witchmen and the Orcs when they come." I let out a sigh as Ulkain continued. "So, who's the Blade of Dawn?"
"I do not know," Inigo said, before both pairs of eyes stared at me. The room was silent for a few moments.
"One of my relatives - I don't recall which branch. Her name was Veya Virian Tirell." I allowed a short laugh to escape from my lips. "After a contract in Cyrodiil went sour, she was captured and brought to the Imperial City - only to somehow get embroiled in the Oblivion Crisis." I shook my head. "I swear, our bloodline has a bit of a habit for heroism. I guess being the Dragonborn means I'm no different. Not that one of us ended up as Indoril Nerevar reborn." I took another bite out of the meat. "After all, when the Nerevarine turned out to be an Imperial, pretty much all of Morrowind filtered it and made the news of them to be a Dark Elf instead. It's too bad I never met them. Veya did, though, and was quite impressed with them, if I recall."
A few more minutes passed as we chatted around the fire. Soon, though, the fire started to flicker. I got up from the stone floor. "So, what say we continue?"