Fire erupts from the bubbling pool of lava around them, the high chamber looks to be taken straight out of the heart of hell itself and upon a raised black stone platform, cheering Ash Vampires surrounding them on balconies and parapets of volcanic stone, two individuals stand locked in vicious combat...<br/><br/>One of them, the Dunmer, wore a half shattered ceremonial mask reveling his attractive face behind it and a simple loincloth. The other, the Bosmer, was clad in simple garb and sported pink hair and a Dweamer mechanical arm. The taller blue-black skinned Dunmer's bloody 6 inch long claws are caught on the smaller Bosmer's sparking black cleaver. The Dunmer scowls down at the smaller elf. "Give up Outlander!" Stepping forward the Dunmer presses down on the little Bosmer using his advantage of height. Dropping to one knee the Bosmer looks back up to the monstrous master of this hellish lair; grinning fearlessly he retorted. "Not this time old one!" His eyes flash bright green as he forces the larger elf back. Getting to his feet the Bosmer flourishes his blade and gives a distinct motion for the Dunmer to 'bring it'. With a feral growl the Dunmer took off charging off after the little Bosmer his claws streaming through the air ready to strike, with a violent swipe he broadsides the Bosmer cutting into its flesh again. The Bosmer recovering from the blow in mid air lands rolling over his shoulder and coming to a stop he shouts "VU'ZOIT!!!" sending a bolt of lightning scorching into the Dunmer's chest knocking him back. in a fit of rage the Dunmer gathers a mass of magicka and hurls a pillar of black flames at the recovering Bosmer, the Bosmer only dodging barley but getting hit by the terrible backlash knocking him into the air and dropping back to the ground. Smiling like a triumphant fiend the Dunmer stalks over to the groaning Bosmer. "Victor, Victor, Victor..." he says in a mock voice of concern "...Why did you not listen to me? Why did you return here for that matter? You may have ascended as a god just as we did those centuries ago, but..." reaching down picking up Victor by the collar of his shirt “…How could YOU ever hope to defeat the one being even the tribunal gods fear?” He laughs cruelly in Victor’s face dropping him to the ground again. Laughing coldly Victor looks back up to the cruel Dunmer. “Because you damn fool…” He gathers himself up staggering to his feet. “I’m fuckin’ Victor Armas; the Bard, Demigod, and otherwise pain in the ass! I’m here to set you straight you moody overgrown Dunmer” He finishes his left eye clenched in pain, but grinning none-the-less. “Why you insolent little” The Dunmer would have finished but Victor had rushed him knocking him to the ground. Looking down at the Dunmer victor grinned and with a clockwork click and whirr he fires out four restraint bolts, each one connecting with a separate one of the Dunmer’s extremities. The Dunmer flailed, or rather, tried to flail about. Writhing in his constraints he looked up to Victor with hate filled eyes, as in reply the Dunmer’s captor said “Dagoth… I do believe its time you were shown the err of your ways old friend. I’m going to send you somewhere where you won’t hurt innocents anymore. You will remain there till you can exist without the hatred of others in your heart.” The only thing Dagoth Ur could do was growl and thrash about in his restraints. His eyes blazing blue, Victor began humming using spell-song to charge an ancient index relic imbuing it with a spell of Grand Atonement. Loading the glowing bolt shaped relic it into the cannon in his mechanical arm he took aim at Dagoth Ur’s chest. “This is goodbye my old friend. What happens to you now is of your own accord. We shall all miss you…” A clockwork chink is heard. “Adrias Sen Vooku.” With that he fired the bolt into Dagoth Ur’s chest, eliciting a blood curdling scream from the mortal god. As the Index burned its way into his flesh, runes of blue light encapsulated his body and lifted him skyward. Hanging limp in the air Dagoth Ur’s last view of Tamriel was that of his friend Victor fighting off the relentless attacks of his subordinate cultists and Ash Vampires. In a brilliant explosion of blue and white light he vanished out of Tamriel’s plane and was flung through the veil…<br/><br/>“Ugh…” Dagoth Ur slowly rose to his feet. Shaking the mist from his mind he looked around. He was in what appeared to be a heavily wooded area, but not entirely, he saw off in the distance what he thought were odd buildings. Rushing past him he saw what looked to be a young female Imperial with Kajit’s ears and a tail chased in close proximity by a snake like creature with a vaguely humanoid upper body. Shaking his aching head he spoke softly to himself. “Where in the tribunal’s name has that little fool sent me?”<br/><br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>INDEX-O-MEANINGS:<br/><br/>Dunmer= Dark Elf, something like a terranian dwelling Drow. Overly serious and dour, they live lives of heavy devotion to whatever profession and/or religion they choose. the females are known to be quite promiscuous and hold more power than the males.<br/>Bosmer= Wood Elf, more in the vein of a traditional Elf, possessing tan skin and great agility. The males are really short by most standards, and in opposite the females are taller than most humans.<br/>Dweamer= Dwarves, higly technological race that used to work along side the dunmer, were wiped out in a mass genocide at The Battle of Red Mountain. Allies of Dagoth Ur.<br/>Dagoth Ur= Tribunal Anti-God, was originally one of them but fell from grace and his followers were wiped out. Also our protagonist ass-hole.<br/>"Adrias Sen Vooku."= Old Merish. Translates literally to "Travel among gods"<br/>Old Merish= Elvin language predating the Altmer tongue. Used primarily by the Chimer, lighter skinned ancient ancestors to the modern Dunmer.