Into Skyrim, Elder Scrolls 8 Nirn's Beta Chapter 22: Morthal! PT.2

Next stop in Morthal was Falion. The guy was pretty hated here in Morthal. However his services were sothing to behold. He had so mysteries, but the man could cure vampirism. I had a feeling he was trying to deal with the vampires in Morthal.

So I made my way to his door and knocked on it. A small girl opened it. "Hello?"

I smiled, "Is Falion here? I understand he is your magic teacher correct?"

Her eyes widened and Falion moved to the door. "What is it you want?"

I gave a smile, "3 seers exist here in Morthal. Strange that there is 3 of them. I count... about 7 Seers in skyrim as a whole. 3 of those Seers are kids. Pretty neat isn't it."

Falion looked at , "Who are you?"

Falion had traveled Oblivion planes according to so dialogue. So the man was skilled and experienced. So I decided to handle this straight. "My na is Vek Frostwane. I am from Atmora, the old Nord Continent. I even have the blood of the ancient snow elves running through . That work for an introduction?"

Falion stared and moved out of the way. "Co in. However you do anything strange and I will send you into the furthest reaches of Oblivion. Agni, can you go play outside? Be careful and we will continue your lessons later."

She nodded, "I understand."

When she left Falion turned to . "How did you know she was a Seer?"

I shrugged, "Elderscrolls."

He frowned, "Of course you got it from one of those."

He misunderstood my response, however that was kind of the point. I turned to him, "How do you preform that truth spell of yours?"

He remained calm. "It is in the conjuration school. Not exactly a truth spell, however I can understand how you would mistake it as one as a apprentice in the alteration school."

The two spell schools did or could overlap. However that seed rather judgntal. "Fair enough. Truth be told I was asking to see if you had one. You are a man who has a lot of distrust. So I doubted my silver tongue could work on you."

He made a sound of acceptance. So I continued speaking, "My real reason for being here. Would you like to handle the vampires plague Morthal? With my help you can be more accepted into Morthal's circle. Now before you reject this. I don't an so you can be a happy neighbor. I an so they stop blaming you for every problem and accept you for what you are. Not for their prejudice. It would help your ward. Telling that the Jarl's son is a seer."

He eyed , "What do you an?"

I smiled, so he didn't know. "Joric the Jarl's son. He is a seer much like his mother. Much like your ward. He is far different from the three of two of them though. Instead of visions he has understanding. Knowledge he shouldn't which causes him to seem insane."

Falion looked at confused, so i couldn't help but shake my head. "Co now, You have traveled oblivion. is it strange for individuals to play outside the bounds of Nirn? Outside of Aetherius itself?"

He looked even more uncomfortable. "What are you? Everything you said earlier was true. However what you are saying now completely contradicts that."

I smiled, "See this is why I like people with your abilities. You have been very informative about my own existence." The blank quest the one with nothing but a hint. It didn't update, however Falion's words gave insight into it. Joric was sadly just a ans to the end for that information. I shrugged, "So, wanna help ? I only need you to kill so vampires once I prove they are here in Morthal. Though you already know that."

Falion slamd his fist on the table ."You can't threaten ! Are you so kind of Daedra?"

I shook my head, "No, I am exactly as I said I was. However... I may be getting strung along by a daedra. However perhaps that is just the will of those above Daedra. Who knows! Besides I'm not threating you Falion. I am simply fulfilling my role as a player."

I smiled and it seed to make him afraid. However my conversation with Falion proved many things to . The Daedric princes will know I am in fact a player. Second as a player my existence was special. Third, the main quest of skyrim with the dragonborn was likely progressing. Fourth told that the NPCs weren't just NPCs.

Perhaps I was dealing with so kind of Full Imrsion VR psychosis. However at the sa ti. Everything felt too real. I had no mories before Elderscrolls Nirn. Since this was a beta. Perhaps that was contributing. At the end of the day... I wanted to test the limits, a person like Falion. Well he was perfect for that.

I turned away from Falion and grabbed the dor handle to leave. "Once I kill the vampire known as Alva. I suggest you follow to the Jarl's ho. I will then get them to gather a small brigade to kill the vampires in Movarth's Lair."

Falion clicked his tongue. So I took that as his acceptance. He would do as I say. He wanted the best for Agni after all. Even children needed freedom from responsibilities. He knew that, and it would help her increase her aptitude.

Now I suppose I should collect the piece of a daedric artifact hiding in this town. I likely would receive a quest once I obtain it. However I didn't plan on completing that quest. No matter how powerful that dagger would be.

I looked toward the mill. Sure enough I saw 3 n working there. Two I couldn't recognize. The third however was Jorgen. I took a long stride over to the lumber mill. "Hello?"

Jorgen looked over, "Aye, you are the rchant with the strange tree?"

I was glad he didn't ntion how I showed up to Morthal naked. I was still a tad sour about losing my armor. As I now no longer had armor. Jorgen ca down, "You wish to talk about sothing?"

I nodded, "A mixture. I have a request about the carriage that is being built. As well as a few other things."

I took out a drawing up of a mobile wooden box for Odine. I didn't want a carriage and I also couldn't take it into the city of Solitude. So I needed the transportation altered. I would also need to establish a little trust if I were to bring up sothing related to the Razor's Hilt. It is a piece of a daedric artifact associated with the daedric behind the oblivion crisis.

Jorgen looked over the picture. "Yeah, we can make sothing like this. It is basically a wooden pot with wheels and a handle to push it. You want us to fill it with dirt when the tree is placed within?"

I nodded, "That would be great! I got to say, I didn't expect you could do it. The woodcutters down in Falkreath said it wasn't possible. Made rush across half of skyrim with the tree."

Jorgen looked away in embarrassnt. "Eh, I've done most of the wood working around Morthal. Not much else to do other than ship the wood to Solitude. However those runs only ever occur once a month. What's with that tree by the way? Never seen anything like it."

I sighed, "Unless you've been to black marsh. I'd say so. Apparently it is a type of HIst. I doubt it though. That whole oblivion crisis deal is apparently the cause of the tree's weird looks."

He looked uncomfortable. However I had to lie to the man. "I'd say so would want to research the thing to prevent another oblivion crisis. The problem is most daedric artifacts drive you mad or are held by freaks. Unless the thing is a fragnt of a daedric artifact... I'd say that be the only way to research that kind of thing. Which just leaves this tree."

Jorgen laughed uncomfortably. "Heh, yeah. My ancestors had so docunted effect in the crisis. Sowhere along the way though they moved here to Morthal. I haven't really thought about since now."

I smiled, "Many have had ancestors involved with it. Best to leave the past to die or leave it to soone else. You only have one life after all. "

Jorgen coughed, "Haagh, Yeah. Look, I got to get back to work."

I smiled, "Do you want help? I got a little ti."

Jorgen paused, "Yeah, alright. An extra set of hands for cutting would be great."