Bernice
Wazsst-Pesst arrives in Dawnstar, intrigued by rumor of a museum dedicated to Mehrunes Dagon. As he walks toward the museum he can hear an argument
Theodore
"Your ancestors wouldn't want this, Silus!" The Court Wizard Madena says,
"Why should I hide from it? This is my family's legacy!" A man dressed in Mythic Dawn robes responds
"It's the past! Dead oaths on dead lips. Let it stay there." Madena says, 
"The museum is opening, Madena." Silus says in a firm tone. Madena walks away before Wazsst can speak to her
John
*In the harbor was a skiff, out on the ocean, a large ship, with sails bearing the crest of House Telvanni. Various people of all races were unloading cargo, but someone was out of place. A dunmer in robes, standing near the museum, as though she were trying to evesdrop on them. She smirked at their disagreement.*
Bernice
He steps forward, ignoring the robed Dunmer, "A museum to the Mythic Dawn? Interesting, I was not expecting to see a Dagon worshipper being so public." He says
Theodore
"And here comes my first visitor. The Museum of the Mythic Dawn is open, friend! Let's talk inside." He says, ignoring the comment on worshipping Dagon for the time, not wanting to speak about it in the open
John
*She followed. The second visitor. Officially, anyway. She had dealings with the man before the museum was open.*
Theodore
As Wazsst and Venasu enter Silus speaks.
"A second visitor? Wonderful! My family were in the Mythic Dawn. My museum is our legacy. Wrong or right, the Mythic Dawn changed Tamriel's history. They deserve study. Scholars from around the world will come here one day."
Bernice
Wazsst walks around, taking a look at everything within the museum, enthralled by it all, as he looks at each display Silus explains what is inside them. After taking a look at everything he walks up to Silus, "So who were the Mythic Dawn?" He asks
Theodore
"They were worshippers of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Lord of Destruction and Change. The Mythic Dawn killed Uriel Septim the Seventh and his heirs, triggering the events that lead to the Oblivion Crisis, when the Daedra invaded Tamriel. All that remains of the infamous cult, I've gathered in my museum." He stops, taking a look at the two, "If you're interested, I think I have a job you would be perfect for."
Bernice
"I might be interested." He says, "Depending on what you have in store."
John
*She was equally intrigued. Whatever sort of job he had was bound to be interesting, very, interesting.*

"Do you intend to recover a Crescent, Camorans Private diaries?"
Theodore
"A little history, first. After the Oblivion Crisis, a number of groups cropped up dedicated to wiping out the remnants of the Mythic Dawn. One of these groups found Mehrunes' Razor, the artifact of Dagon. They split it into three fragments and pledged to keep them apart forever. That was almost 150 years ago, and the pieces are still being kept by the descendants of that group. And they're right here, in Skyrim."
Bernice
"Well isn't that lucky. You'd think Dagon himself wanted the Razor put back together." He cackles, "Do you know where all the pieces are? Any records?"
John
*She nodded. Fate maybe. Or just coincidence. But in her research... These things had wills of their own. She remained silent.*
Theodore
"At least two of the owners, Ghunzul and Drascua, are dangerous marauders. And the third owner, Jorgen, I only know he lives in Morthal. Here are my notes about them. I'll gladly pay you for getting the pieces any way you can. No questions asked."
Bernice
He takes the journal, flipping through it, then turns to Venasu, "I suppose we will be working together, elf." He says, "Are we introducing ourselves? Or are we working without identities."
John
"I suppose so. I am Venasu Telvanni, Councilwoman of House Telvanni." 

*Of stories he may have heard of house Telvanni, or horrors he may have been the victim of, that was the politest, least pretentious introduction possible.*
Bernice
He hisses at the mention of House Telvanni, "Of all the dark elf bastard Houses of Morrowind I get stuck with *Telvanni*." He says, clearly displeased. "And what are you scum doing in Skyrim? Were Argonian and Khajiit slaves not enough? Need to run your experiments on the Nords?"
John
"I sail. Master Neloth and Magister Indras should be the direction of your hatred. Myself and Apostle Byleth know our place in foreign lands. My interests here lie solely in Gold. Slavery does not help in that. I use Daedra for menial work, as any good Telvanni Master should."

*She was unfazed by his hiss, staring blankly with her one green eye.*

"Regardless, I don't represent my house as a whole. The mortal crew on my ship are paid. It's unfortunate that slavery still persists in Telvanni lands."
Bernice
He huffs, a bit like a pouting child. "Fine. I suppose I can tolerate you for now." He hands her the journal, "I'll let you pick our first hit, Magister." His tone a bit snide
John
"The Marauders. We will end in Morthal. Would there happen to be a map with the journal?"

*She was preparing to open a portal. Would make their journey far easier.*
Bernice
"Good question." He says, taking the journal back and flipping through, pulling out a rough map of Skyrim with 3 marked locations, one in Morthal, one near Falkreath, and one in the Reach, he hands the map to Venasu, "Take your pick."
John
"Falkreath. I hope You're prepared."

*She began to open a portal, on the other side were the Woods of Falkreath. Convenient.*
Bernice
He steps through the portal, fauchard in hand, "I'm prepared. Always am." He takes his hand crossbow from his back
Theodore
The fort was in view, too far to see what the defences were like, though. They'd need to get closer to know what's in store
John
"I dont anticipate any sort of... Sophisticated defences."

*She began to walk, rather leisurely. She wasn't in a rush.*
Bernice
He follows, using his fauchard as a walking staff, hand crossbow readied.
Theodore
As they get closer they can see the defences. The fort is in shambles, wooden defenses set up to block off ruined walls. There's about 4 orcs set up along the wall, unknown number inside.
John
*She conjured a Ruinach in front of her.*

"I find this one fitting for the circumstance."

*It stood tall, with its four arms, it approached the fort and announced its presence.

"I WILL SKIN YOUR DISGUSTING FORMS ALIVE!"*
Bernice
"A friendly presence." He says, as he fires a bolt at one of the orcs on the wall, he then starts moving for cover.
Theodore
The orcs hear the ruinach, and begin loosing arrows toward it. Wazsst's bolt hits one in the shoulder, only wounding him. 

The arrows hit the Ruinach, the arrows embed themselves in the Ruinach but don't seem to stop it.
John
*She moves up to to one of the cracks in the walls. A tentacle escapes from her hand, grabbing an orc, engulfing them in an inky black liquid.

The Ruinach had breached the walls, and was swinging at the orcs with each of its arms.

"I AM BORN FROM THE FLESH OF DAGON... I AM UNSTOPPABLE..."*
Bernice
He moves in, sticking to cover to avoid the arrows, firing back at the archers. As he makes it inside the walls he stows his crossbow, and starts closing the distance between him and the archers
John
*"YOUR ATTEMPTS TO PIERCE MY FLESH AMUSE ME..."

The ruinach used two swords and 2 blades. 4 arms were useful when you were fighting four opponents. A blast of lightning would hit an archer as Venasu leisurely walked through the fort.*
Bernice
He charges one of the archers, using the hook on the back of his fauchard to disarm them before slicing their throat. He jumps off the small wooden tower and moves toward the orcs who are now surrounding the Ruinach.
John
*"I AM A FINGER OF... OF THE FIFTH HAND OF DAGON! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!"

It was getting weaker. Venasu grabbed one of the warriors with a tentacle, leaving the last.*
Bernice
He stabs the last orc with his fauchard, pulling the blade out then stabbing again with his dagger
Theodore
All the orcs on the outside of the fort were dead, and now they needed to move inside. The Ruinach wouldn't fit inside, so it would need to wait outside or be replaced with a smaller minion.