Russell
*He approached the cemetary. Before he even entered, the Sharmat Spoke.

"Welcome, come forth. I would speak to you, Poet and Fabricant. I welcome you."*

*Was it really him? Dagoth Ur? He spoke with is voice... But it couldn't be. Perhaps his influence at most.*
Denise
"I'm not sure if I should laugh or feel fear." He says, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, "If I see a single ash vampire, he's dead."
Russell
*"I should thank you. You made this possible. This... Body... Under divine influence would not have been able to reach the mask without your actions. I could've allowed you to join me, the both of you. With the False Gods dead, and the Mongrel Dogs of the Empire weakened, you could have joined me. But i don't believe that is what you want, now, anyway. Have you any parting words?"*

*It was certainly... Surreal. Whether you wished to believe it was him or not.*

"Why return now?"

*He grasped the mask of his Lord, Seht in his hand, preparing to fight.*
Denise
He unsheathes Trueflame, "Did you really think after centuries of being dead the Dunmer people would just let you come back?" He says, flames billowing off his blade
Russell
*"These are dark times for Tamriel. It is a matter of Circumstance. The Sixth House will rise while others fall."*

*He looked to Galdres.*

*"Who are you, to wield that blade? That is Lord Nerevar's. You dishonor my Sweet Nerevar to merely carry that, Vampire."*

*He faced Byleth.*

*"The Time for talk is over. You are the Challengers, to you i grant the first blow."*
Denise
"If anything is noble intent its this." He says, charging forward and slashing at wannabe-sharmat, "You're merely a shadow of what you once were. An afterimage, a faded visage on that mask." Although clearly enraged, his slashes are methodical, planned
Russell
*He took one, but dodged the others. The Zombies and ghouls began to swarm Galdres. Byleth summoned a Lurker, after donning the mask.*

"Shield yourself with a Ward!"

*He would use chain lightning to handle the Zombies. The Sharmat spoke as he dodged.

"Hah-hah-hah-hah! Oh, dear me. Forgive me, but I am enjoying this, it's been quite some time!"*
Denise
"Oh you're having fun, huh?" He says, goading, he casts greater ward for a second, it shatters as the lightning hits, he staggers for a second, but then casts Sleet Storm, a wicked storm of frost begins spiraling around him. A layer of protective frost enshroud Galdres and Byleth.
Russell
*The lightning killed the Zombies, the ghouls were weakened. The lurker killed one, but one still stood. Byleth engaged it, fighting it with his staff. The Sharmat unleashed a cloud of blight, but the cold would protect them. He was losing. He began hurling fireballs at Galdres.*
Denise
He smirks, "Getting desperate, Devil?" He says, casting Superior Spell Reflection, fully draining his magicka, he moves to fully be on the offensive, closing the distance between him and the false sharmat
Russell
*He finished with the ghoul, and moved to assist galdres. He moved behind the false Sharmat and released the pressure in his staff. Galdres would see the 4 sharpened tips in front of him, covered in viscera, through the body the Sharmat was using.*
Denise
With one clean slash he removes the Sharmat's head, perfectly in line with the base of the mask, "I believe he's wearing the Robes of the Necromancer. Originally worn by Gedna Relvel, a priestess from Mournhold." He says, "I'll likely need to confiscate it. Have it returned to the Museum, if I can."
Russell
*The staff retracted into itself, and the limp body fell.*

"I hope they can stitch that back up then."

*He removed the Mask of Seht, placing it on his belt with the others.*

"It's done then... I hope. Pray to whatever you believe in that the Blight doesn't spread."
Denise
"We should probably let Neloth know. Since this seemed to happen in his backyard, without him noticing." He sighs, "If he tries to lecture me I will probably kill him."
Russell
*He sighed. Loudly.*

"I've considered it many times."

*He shook the head from the mask of Dagoth Ur. It fell to the ground. It was missing its forehead. It was too big to fit on his belt, so he held it.*
Denise
He opens a portal, a few Redoran Guard step through, "Those are the Robes of the Lich, take them and put em with the rest of the stolen artifacts." He says, then looks back at Byleth, "So who's gonna knock on Neloth's door?"
Russell
*He approached the door to the tower.*

"It's been a while, lets see how his attitude is. Still the same, i would think."

*He knocked with his brass hand, almost breaking the door.*