A/n: sorry for yesterday. I broke my glasses 👓 and I am a blind cat without them.
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"Mister, I am here."
Outside Whiterun, Grey Sand was waving to Jon. He was positioned on the crossroads southeast of Whiterun with a large sack.
Jon approached him with the horse then jumped down.
"This is him?" Jon pointed at the sack.
"Yes, Mister. He is here."
"Good job, at least you are the only one who did it right tonight."
"What do you an, Mister?"
"Sigh! I am sorry for your loss. I rember telling all of you not to engage in combat when you see the Traitor but they seed to have their own plans and almost ruined mine."
"What? What happened to them?" Grey Sand was shocked.
"I’m sorry, they didn’t make it when they faced the Traitor. I was outnumbered too but at least I got out."
"This... How..."
Jon gave a pat on the shoulder to Grey Sand who was too shocked to react.
"I have... I have to report this." At last, Grey Sand ca to a conclusion.
"I have a better idea." Jon spoke, "Leave this place. Return to where you ca from."
"Wha... But I..."
"You are not fit for this life, at least you can already tell. Spare yourself and go ho. Take the east, don’t look back." Jon said as he threw a bag of coin to Grey Sand.
"But, Mister..." Grey Sand wanted to say sothing.
"Hm?"
He looked a bit complicated but his face eased up.
"Thank you, Mister. I promise I’ll repay this favor one day."
"No need. Oh, by the way... throw that sack in the river before you head out."
"... Yes, Mister."
"Farewell."
Jon turned around his horse and headed west.
***
Five days on the road were fast to travel from Whiterun to Eastmarch but Jon was already seeing the Gates of Windhelm. A horse like Joergen may look ordinary and all but its speed and stamina were the real deal.
Thanks to spells like [Thundering Hooves] which buffs the speed of the horse and [Healing] which can heal fatigue, Jon made Joergen turn from a normal horse with the bloodline of the Yakudan Charger to a Thunderbolt of a horse.
Now and after so ti of riding, Jon was facing the Velothi Mountain, the large mountain range that separates Skyrim and Morrowind. The Shrine of Boethiah where he is supposed to be is on a nearby summit sowhere. He dispatched his Familiars in the air and finally pinpointed the place with the most activity around the mountains, surely this is where he should go.
An hour later, he was in front of the Shrine of Boethiah with many people gathered around the place. One of them should be a Priest of Boethiah.
For convenience sake and to not repeat what happened with the Morag Tong Agents, Jon have already canceled his transformation along the trip and made so spare Transformation Potions just in case. He now was only using his mask to hide his face.
Jumping down from his horse, Jon walked forward and took out the [Ebony Blade] for the concerned other party to recognize it. However, the people in the shrine kept staring at him without doing or saying anything.
These people were all warriors which was what expected from the followers of the Daedric Prince who is always portrayed as the Goddess of Destruction.
Jon could already tell how these fanatics think so he walked to an open space which seed to be used as an arena.
"Good call." Soone spoke to him.
Jon turned around to see a woman with a strange ceremonial armor and weapons taking the initiative to speak to him.
"And you are?" He asked.
"I am a servant of Boethiah, He Who Destroys and She Who Erases."
"That’s confusing... but cool."
"Well, I presu that you are the red haired one by the [Ebony Blade] you are carrying."
"What’s up with the red hair thing wherever I go. This is Skyrim, you know. Half of us is kissed by the sun."
"Indeed, but our Lady has a thing for red hair. May we see?" The woman said pointing to her hair.
"Sure." Jon removed his mask barely enough to expose his hair and covered it again.
"So it is you, the Labourer of Azura."
"Yes. I was told to co here by phala. Where is my so-called Guide?"
"She is close." Another voice replied.
Jon looked towards the speaker and recognized her.
"Aranea? Why was I dragged all the way here?" He asked.
Aranea, the Priestess of Azura and her prophet, walked towards Jon and eyed him up and down.
"I do not understand why too." She replied.
"Huh?"
"For so reason. You were outside the vision of Lady Azura." She said.
"Why is tha..." He asked in confusion but then rembered.
He was wearing [Greed] the whole ti. [Greed] had a property to completely hide all the signals.
Jon knew that but he had the mask on his face so no one saw the strike of realization co to him. He was amazed that he had an advantage over the Daedra and they didn’t see it coming. He only conversed with phala because he was near her perception, she was even surprised to see sothing she couldn’t see through.
’Hehe. At last, I have an advantage.’ Jon laughed in his mind.
"Ehem... so because I was out of Azura’s vision, phala told to co and et with you here." He asked.
"Yes."
"I see. I’ll recomnd you so eye drops later. They should work really well." He said in a sarcastic tone.
"You!" Aranea was provoked right away.
Now that he has an advantage, he should hide it well and not abuse it else the Daedra will co up with a way to keep an eye on him.
"So, Priestess, I am done with the Fifth Labour in four chapters surprisingly. Where is the next shit show?"
"You insolent... sigh! Azura, help . Your next destination is Morrowind."
"Wait! No poem or a riddle?"
"Not this ti. Your mission is to help the Reclamation movent and you will cooperate with a team of other Labourers."
The Reclamation is the new religious movent in Morrowind after the Tribunal and it is about worshiping the three Good Daedra (Boethiah, Azura, phala) after the fall of their Anticipations, the ALMSIVI (Almalexia, Sotha Sil, Vivec).
The ALMSIVI were the God-Kings of Morrowind ever since 1E 700 until the beginning of the Fourth Era. This can be said as 4000 years of worship, now that the Dunr are returning to worship the Good Daedra, things must be changing dramatically in Morrowind.
Jon may have managed to corrupt a Piece of Azura’s power and cause her Divinity to weaken so he must fix so of the results as far as the Daedra are considered.
"What will my mission be?"
"I was not told, only your guide will have answers. But if you want to guess, it will be probably stopping diseases, rescuing the distressed, protecting sothing. With your set of skills, I see no stopping you."
"And my guide will be."
"She will be here any..."
"Krilon?"
Aranea was explaining things to Jon before soone call for him. Jon looked towards the caller and so a young woman jumping off a Storm Atronach Horse.
She was wearing a rough riding hood and carrying a spear on her back.
Jon’s eyes blinked a few tis not expecting to see that person at all.
"Isha?"
"Tall Papa! It’s really you."
It was Isha, the first Labourer that Jon t and the one he journeyed with across the Shivering Isles where they t with Sheogorath. Isha is the keeper of the [Spear of Bitter rcy].
She walked over to him looking up and down until she saw the [Ebony Blade].
"Goodness! Your Labours have started as well?" She said.
"Yes... You too... How on Nirn are you still Labouring? Weren’t you heading to your Last Labour last ti I saw you?" He asked.
"Yes... For so reason, it is taking too long. Man, it is really good to see you."
The two struck it really well last ti they saw each other and parted on good terms.
[A/n: Isha is a Redguard spear maiden with dark skin and a muscular body, four years older than Jon. Appeared in chapter 301.]
"You two know each other?" Aranea asked.
"She is the one I had to help in my First Labour."
"Oh, that’s her."
"Wait? I am your first?" Isha asked... then noticed how it went wrong.
"I am totally not sure how to answer that. Yes... No... Maybe... Yes and No. Yes for Labour and No for First. God! This is awkward." Jon beca confused.
"I an helping was your First Labour?" She corrected.
"Yes, that’s the right way to say it... My first ti was a threeso by the way."
"Why do I even need to know that?"
"Just to clarify things."
"You two can get a room if you want." The priestess of Boethiah invited them in.
""Yuck!""
The two of them were the total opposite of each other’s types after all. They are both sadists with a preference for the ek slender type of the other gender.
"Anyway. I was really worried about the wielder of the [Ebony Blade], turns out it’s you. Wait... shouldn’t I be worried since we are friends and this blade... you know?" She said ntioning the infamy of the [Ebony Blade].
"Oh! That... Bruh! You know , do I really look like soone who needs a blade?"
"Right! You are really a very powerful mage." She nodded.
Jon was worried about the infamous blade but being known as a mage is sure better.
"Guide, I guess I’ll leave him to you." Aranea said.
"It’s okay. Krilon is a good friend of mine. You’re ready to go?" Isha said.
"Sure but before we head out, mind telling what exactly are we going to do?" He asked.
"We work for the Reclamation Temple and get hired by the Local Lords. Our current objective is to gather at the old city of Mournhold at the new borders."
"What for?"
"Our Employer is currently there. She is soone big in the city."
"Mournhold? She? Soone big?"
"Yeah, I’m sure you heard the na of [The Old Woman of Mournhold]."
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