---Two Days Later---
Completing Storn’s request in a couple of days’ ti, the nine of us headed back to the village to collect our reward. As we headed back to the village from the Beast Stone, a dragon ca down from the mountains to the west making a beeline for the village. Noticing a man riding on the dragon’s back, I knew it had to be Miraak and one of his subservient dragons. Assuming he held the villagers responsible for the cleansing of the stones, the Ancient Dragonborn had likely co to punish them for resisting him.
Double timing it back to the village, as we ca up over the ridge, we found the village in chaos. As children fled into their hos for safety, the n and woman grabbed their bows and began taking potshots at the two. Circling around the village, the dragon climbed high into the sky and proceeded to divebomb the settlent only to pull out at the last second. Generating powerful gusts of wind with each dive, the poor villagers were sent flying in every direction.
“You could not leave well enough alone, could you! Temporarily liberating the All-Maker Stones is only a minor setback, they will fall under my control once again soon enough.”, Miraak shouted, “I give you a choice, serve or face my wrath.”
“We live and die as a free people. The Skaal will never submit to you or anyone else!”, Storn shouted, as the village chief rallied their defenders.
“Then you have chosen death!”, Miraak remarked, as his dragon banked to the left and ca around for another pass, “Burn this eyesore to the ground!”
Sucking in a chest full of air, the dragon was about to unleash a maelstrom of fire upon them when I intervened. Throwing one of the twenty-ton stones at them, neither dragon nor Miraak saw it coming till it was too late. Slamming right into the dragon’s head, the boulder completely tore it off causing its body to start tumbling through the air. Crashing into the hillside behind the village, Miraak was sent flying through one of the houses before coming to an abrupt stop when he crashed into the well.
“Who…who did that…!”, he groaned, spitting out two teeth as he staggered to his feet, “WHO DID THAT!!”
“I did, you feeble minded fool.”, I answered, as I approached him, “You have so nerve attacking a village under my protection. If you want a fight, you will have one!”
Turning toward , Miraak imdiately used Bend Will on without any hesitation. Ordering to stop where I was, believing he had control over , when I continued walking toward him, the Ancient Dragonborn began to falter. Using Bend Will again, hoping it was just a fluke, he switched to Unrelenting Force when I shrugged it off a second ti.
“Fus Ro- “, Miraak began to chant, before I put him in a Force Choke.
Hoisting him off the ground, Miraak began to wriggle around clutching at this throat. Removing a mask with a wave of my hand, the hideous old man glowered at . Forcing my way through his pitiful ntal defenses, I began rooting around in his head as blood began flowing from his ear, eyes, and nose. Taking all the knowledge Hermaeus Mora gave him and his knowledge of the Thu’um for myself, I tore everything that remained in his mind to pieces. Releasing him once I was done, he began babbling to himself like a madman causing quite a strong reaction amongst the villagers.
“What…what is wrong with him?”, Frea asked, as the villagers took a few steps back, “Did you curse him or sothing?”
“His mind and will have been broken, shattered to pieces like glass.”, I answered, “Do with him as you see fit, he has regressed back to the mind of an infant child.”
Furious with Miraak over their forced enslavent, the adults grabbed their weapons and violently attacked him. Wailing on him with axes, clubs, swords, and war hamrs, the old man’s screams of pain fell on deaf ears as they exacted their revenge. Once Miraak was dead, his powerful dragon soul flowed into further increasing my dragonic powers. Certain now that their enemy would never return, Storn ca over to thank with a firm handshake.
“Words cannot begin to express how grateful we are for your help. Giving you a pickaxe and the knowledge to mold Stalhrim seems too little for what you have done for us, but we have little else to offer you.”, Storn said, motioning for Frea to co over, “If you so wish, I can give you my daughter’s hand in marriage.”
“I appreciate your generous offer, but I must decline. The pickaxe and knowledge an more to us than you will ever realize.”, I told him, “If you still feel obligated to do more, crack open a cask of ale or ad and drink with us as friends.”
“Now that we can certainly do!”, the village chief Fanari Strong-Voice heartily agreed, “Bring out one of our best casks, and prepare so food for our- “
Turning our attention toward the source of voice, all of us found a large, tentacled eye floating over our heads. Imdiately dropping everything, the villagers fled to their hos while my group ran to my side. Cowering in fear behind , the eye’s ominous presence had all of them on the verge of fainting from terror.
“Hermaeus Mora, cease your blatant attempts to threaten us! Harm anyone here and even the plane of Oblivion and your army of Dremora will not protect you from .”, I warned him, as I crossed my arms.
“Yes, Lesser Chaos God, fighting you will serve as excellent practice for my future battles with your kin.”, I told him, as Force Lightning began arcing around , “Now what will it be?”
Imdiately stopping his amused laughing, his whole aura changed abruptly at the ntion of the words Chaos God. Getting serious now, the Daedric Prince opened a portal in front of and beckoned forth.
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