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Aug 13, 2020 4:21 AM
the dark brotherhood gets a contract on the last dragonborn
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She smiles, pats Dawnbreaker. "People make sense. And the daedra are pretty obvious with their design philosophies. Evil looking mace: probably likes aggressive people. Simple."

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"People are terrible and irrational assholes," Maeghin corrects her.

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"Projecting, much?" she teases. "Anyways…"

Her next words are cut off by a clang and a curse from Oisin as he trips into a weapon rack -

And the one he lands on starts to glow.

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Oisin quickly stumbles back from the glowing weapon - helped along by Maeghin seizing his collar and thrusting him towards the door. "Touch nothing," Maeghin snarls, as everyone else falls back.

But the weapon doesn't seem inclined to explode. Instead it's sitting there, humming, until -

A familiar sort of mist coalesces in the center of the room.

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The ghost is an elven woman in heavy robes, her hair in careful braids, her gaze hard and fixed firmly ahead. "I do not have time for this, Mzotheac," she says, voice melodic and deep. "My work here absolutely cannot be interrupted by your petty squabbles - "

She goes quiet, apparently listening for something unheard by the modern explorers. Her expression hardens. "No. Now, begone from my domain."

There's a long moment of silence, during which her expression grows increasingly thunderous, before she gestures, and the shades of automatons move from the walls. It spooks some of Maeghin's forces, but the ghostly machines pass through them, congregating on something - or someone - unseen.

"I will not warn you again," the ghost says, sharply. "Leave. Or I will remove you."

There's an echo of a slamming door, and she relaxes and turns. Her automatons settle around her, and she reaches forwards to pet one, a curved machine with a form reminiscent of a snake. "They don't understand what I do here, do they?" she asks herself. Then, she shimmers, and appears to be listening. Quietly, sadly: "But that was so long ago… And no matter how I repeat it, it doesn't change."

She turns, and faces Maeghin. "Now… Who are you, and why have you intruded upon my domain?"

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