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Kereshus: The Argonian Water Mage

(Final Reedit I promise)

An Elder scrolls story by Branton Lawrence

On the 26th of Xeech (known to the rest of Tamriel as the 26th of Sun’s Dawn), out of a luminous blue egg came a little Saxhleel boy named Kereshus. Kereshus was a small, relatively skinny Argonian with a unique light blue glowing scale all over his body. These scales are the most prominent on his face with a unique pattern on his forehead. His mother and father were confused by his appearance since no one in their tribe have ever had glowing scales to this extent and with such vibrancy. They took him to the village Tree-Minder and asked him why the hist gave him such distinct details. The Tree-Minder informed the family that he was born with an extraordinarily strong connection to Aetherius. So strong that it had a noticeable impact on his physical appearance. His mother asked why he specifically was given this connection and not his sister. The Tree-Minder told her “The Hist works in ways we will never understand. We will never truly know why your boy here was given such power. All I can tell you is nurture and take care of him. When the time comes, I will send someone to train him in the ways of the different magical schools.” His family left the Tree-Minder to begin caring for the little boy still with many questions on their minds on how to take care of such a gifted child.

Kereshus was born into a family who prided themselves on their warrior skills. His father was a renowned warhero. A giant red Argonian, taller then most high elves and beefier then most orcs. He had tones of scars all over his body from the numerous battles he has been in. His code name was Tyranno, which is known throughout Black Marsh for his victories against Dunmer Slavers and rival tribes. He was extremely strict and to the point. He didn’t play around with anything or anyone no matter who they were. His mother might not have been as well-known as his father(mainly because she’s was a very good assassin/ scout), but she was in every way his equal. She was always there, watching his back from afar or sticking her axe into anyone who got too close to him. She also had a no-crap view of life, but she was a lot less strict and a lot less narrow-minded than he was. They were a perfect duo and anyone who trifled with them found themselves headless. They finally settled down and had 2 children over the many years they were married: One of them was Kereshus the other was his older egg-sister, Am-Lee.

Am-Lee was her birth name, but she very quickly picked up the title Loves-To-Wander. Am-Lee was also a skilled warrior but her true passion was exploring. She loved discovering new places and any chance she would wander off in whatever directions she was facing. This caused some conflict with her father because she would constantly wander off during his lessons. This at first aggravated him to no end because he could see the untapped potential she had as a warrior but instead, she wasted her time climbing trees and going into places she was not supposed to go. But one day he decided to follow her to see what it was she enjoyed about exploring. He found it hard to tail this spry little lizard as she went deeper into the swamp, but he also found it entertaining in a way. After a while climbing, sprinting, and swimming they found a little circular alcove with a cute little pond at the bottom. It was a very strange thing to see in the middle of such a dense portion of the swamp. Am-Lee sat down by the edge of the pond collecting all the odd things she could find. He went up to her and put his hand on her shoulder causing her to go into full defensive mode. She flipped him over her shoulders making him land face-first into the pond. She quickly jumped onto him baring her teeth and claws. Then she realized she had just flipped her dad making her quickly jump off. She expected for him to give her all the forces of oblivion for wandering off and attacking but instead, she got to see him laugh for the first time. “I’m half surprised you didn’t finish the job; Almost cracked my damm skull open,” he said as he stood up. “I see your claws are sharper the I originally thought.” “You aren’t mad at me?” She warily asked. “Mad? No, more like surprised that you are paying attention to me!” “Your head is always in the clouds that I was convinced you that you were too high to hear me!” He chuckled. “When did you find such a beautiful little place?” “I found it 2 weeks ago when we were out hunting.” She told him. “I don’t know why but this place is just so inviting.” “I feel what you mean, little one.” “This place breaths an aura of serenity that you rarely find in these swamps.” “Hey why did you-“ “Tail you from one side of black marsh to another?” “Well because you’re my daughter and I just have to know where in oblivion you wander off to.” “By the hist, you do know what’s out there, right? It’s not safe to tread in these dark waters by yourself especially for a youngling!” “Yes, father, I know of every danger in this swamp. I also know these waters like I know my own scales.” “These waters have swallowed up Saxhleel who thought the same way you do.” “Hmm could have sworn there was only one of me.” She replied.

She prepped herself for the worst of it but again he replied calmly and gently. “You’re right. There is only one of you. Only one Am-Lee, and that’s why I came out here with you. Because I would hate to see such uniqueness disappear into the swamps forever.” She lowered her head, unaware of what to say. “Look, Am-Lee, I know you adore being out here. And I also understand that nothing I do will stop you from coming out here. So, all I ask is that you stay safe and don’t take unnecessary risks. If you see anything that looks a bit off, dive out immediately; understood?” “Yes, sir.” She replied. “That’s my little hatchling. Now come, it’s your brother's hatching day! We finally get to figure out what’s going on with him.” Before they left, her father marked this place down on his map. So, he could easily return here since he wasn’t as good as tracking as Am-Lee was.

When Kereshus was born, Am-Lee became a bit protective of him. I mean he was so skinny, and the blue glow coming off his scales was so intriguing to her. And he’s a magic user, which she had never met before besides the Tree-Minder in her village. She spent every second of her free time just admiring Kereshus and taking care of him. She went from explorer to caretaker in seconds devoting all her time to taking care of him. For some reason, he had a little trouble learning jel, their native language but had an easier time learning basic Tamrielic. He did end up being fluent in both but still, his family took note of the struggle he had to connect with other Argonians in the beginning. When Kereshus got older, Am-Lee and he became close friends with each other who always liked to challenge each other. While Kereshus was still skinny, he could hold his own with a sword even being the only one in the village to go toe-to-toe with his sister. When their father wasn’t training them, she watched Kereshus train in the arts of magic from many mages from all over Tamriel. One of them even showed Kereshus the arts of music, teaching Kereshus how to play the lute. He already had knowledge and a love for drums and other Saxhleel instruments, but the lute quickly became his favorite. He played tunes for his family every now and then until he gained enough courage to play for the entire village. He was shy at first, but he quickly opened up to everyone, and soon, his whole village adored him. He was a quiet, yet charismatic Argonian who loved his family and friends. But he didn’t let this love for his sister make him any less a rival to her.

It was the Annual Village Brawl where Saxhleel tested each other in one round battle until one person yielded. It was Kereshus vs Am-Lee and the whole village was watching. They battled furiously against each other until Kereshus got the upper hand and accidentally slashed her eye. In a panic, he quickly ran to see if she was ok. Am-Lee took advantage of this flipping Kereshus to the ground putting her sword to his neck. “Yield?” She asked. “Yah yah, I yield. Hey, are you ok?” “Kereshus, you know I’m fine. I’ve taken bigger hits from people bigger than you.” “But did those hits leave a mark like that?” “Well, I’m not blind so again it really doesn’t matter.” “I know but- “What did I tell you about this? When I say I’m fine, I’m fine. You know if I wasn’t fine, you’d be the first one to know.” “but- ““By the hist, you worry too much. Come on I have something to show you.” Am-Lee leads Kereshus to that circular alcove that she hadn’t been to in so many years. “What is this place?” Kereshus asked. “A place I found a while ago. I used to come here every day before you were born. It’s still as peaceful as I remember it being.” So why did you bring me here?” “Well for 2 reasons: One I have a question for you and two I have a gift for you.” “Well let’s start with the question; What is it?” I was wondering if you’d like to be my traveling partner. I’ve always loved to explore as you know but I’ve never had anyone to watch my back out here. Father says it's unwise to explore out here by ourselves and I believe him. So, what do you say? You down for it?” Before Kereshus could answer they heard rustling bushes nearby. Whatever was coming wasn’t anything small, so they readied their weapons. Out came a half-naked Argonian, who looked like he was feral. “Are you ok, sir?” Kereshus asked. The man didn’t say a word, just stared at Am-Lee with his teeth bared at her. “Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down. And stop looking at me like that before those beautiful teeth disappear.” He still stood there, staring at Am-Lee. Kereshus whispered to Am-Lee, “Maybe we should just go. I don’t feel like dealing with this today.” “I can't just leave him here; this is my area!” “Well, then you can fight them.” “Them?” Kereshus pointed to the pond as another Argonian raised from it. “Wow Kereshus, never known you to be so thin-scaled.” “I’m not thin-scaled, these guys just make me feel uneasy is all.” “Fine, let’s go then, hatchling.” As they turned to leave, one of the feral Argonians started to bellow. The water rippled with the vibrations coming from him as the other one also began to bellow back. As they bellowed, they began to morph. Their bodies morphed into large creatures. With huge teeth, sharp claws, and eyes full of hate. “Kereshus don’t tell me they-““Turned into Werecrocs? No, why would I even suggest such a terrible thing?” Kereshus and Am-Lee began running back towards the village. Kereshus used his powers to try to slow the Lycan down as Am-Lee tried to get away. But no matter how many tons of water, no matter the electric currents he sent through those streams nothing would stop these 2. They just kept coming and coming like an unrelenting force through the damp swamps. Feeling like nothing he could do would stop them, he stopped running. “What in the hist are you doing, you egg sack?” “I’m holding them off so you can get help.” “But you’ll die, fool.” “I will if you don’t stop flapping your jaw; Go!” Am-Lee left Kereshus to deal with these lycanthropes by himself as she got help.

One of the Werecrocs dashed towards Kereshus, claws outstretched. Kereshus narrowly dodges before the other one rams him into a tree. Kereshus didn’t know if he was hit hard or if the one who rammed him was smiling at him. The croc who lunged at him was about to lung at him again before the other stopped him. While Kereshus was laying on the tree he got a good look at them. The one who rammed him had dark red scales, sprinkled with black dots all over his body. He was taller than the other one and appeared to be a little bit more muscular than him although not by much. The other Werecrocodile had a much more mosey, rugged, and devilish look to him. Scars all over his dark green scales with a gash on his head freakishly like the one he accidentally gave his sister being in almost the same spot. The red one appeared to be way calmer and more tactical while the green was all twitchy and jumpy. Like he would turn around and pounce on Kereshus at any second. After a monument, the red one walked towards Kereshus. He grabbed Kereshus by his arm and was about to bite it off when Kereshus shot a scalding hot water ball into his mouth with his free hand. In pain, it reeled back letting Kereshus go. Kereshus then attempted to stab him with his sword but was hit with a strong whack of the red one’s tail. Kereshus landed as the other one bolted towards him. Kereshus rolled backwards as the jagged claws of the Mossy Werecroc came crashing down. He then retaliated by throwing mud into its eye as he swung his sword to hit him. The mossy croc closed a translucent membrane over his eyes to block the mud and grabbed Kereshus by the head. He then started to squeeze and squeeze wanting to crush Kereshus head. Kereshus dropped his sword and then blasted the croc back with a mix of water and lightning. As he did this he saw out of the corner of his eye the other red croc’s jaws wide open. He fell backwards as the jaws went right by his head. Kereshus landed right next to his sword, jumping back onto his feet. As he did so the mossy croc had recovered and was again dashing towards Kereshus, this time much more telegraphed due to most likely being weakened water and fire. Kereshus saw an opening and sidestepped the croc shoving his blade deep one of the scars it had on its back. All this did though was get a loud hiss out of it as it appeared to barely be phased by it. Kereshus stumbled onto his feet as an idea pooped into his head. He conjured up a huge wave that sent the 2 Werecrocs flying back. As they came to, Kereshus was nowhere to be seen as he was in the trees. Part of him was tempted to run away but he didn’t want to risk them finding his village. He caught his breath and began trying to think of ways he could finish this fight; if he could at all. “Ok,” He thought to himself,” The green seems to be getting more and more tired. So, if I can separate them and knock them both out, even for a few seconds, I could grab my sword and kill the green one. Maybe then the other one would back off.” He wasn’t 100% down with this idea but it's all he had. He got up from the branch he was sitting on as the two of them began looking for him. Kereshus started to pelt them with high-speed water balls with the occasional lightning strike and fireball. Both Werecrocs took cover from the volley as Kereshus jumped from tree to tree pushing them to take cover in different positions until they were back in the alcove. Kereshus, still launching spells at them both even though they weren’t hitting, Maneuvered his way to the other side of the pound. While his glowing scales weren’t as bright as they were normally, they were still visible. He stood there, even though a little bloody and beaten, with his glowing scales shining and teeth bearing at them. Looking ready to continue fighting (Even though he knew he barely had any Magicka left in him). The mossy croc roared and ran toward him as the red croc realized that Kereshus had intentionally missed all those shots in the alcove. The mossy croc was an inch away from stepping on the line of runes placed by Kereshus. The red croc reached out to stop him from stepping on the runes, but it was already too late. A massive explosion of water and lightning erupted out of the swamp send both crocs flying. Kereshus took cover behind a tree to avoid the explosion and debris. The red croc went flying backwards into a random part of the swamps and the mossy croc smashed into a tree a yard away from Kereshus. “This is it!” Kereshus exclaimed as he ran over to the limp body of the Werecroc. He jumped on its back and began pulling and pulling trying to get it out. “For the love of the hist, COME ON!” he said straining himself trying to pull it out the blade. “Did he heal over it or something? I can’t be that tired.” “No,” said a deep voice from underneath his feet, “You’re just weak.” Before Kereshus could react the mossy green Werecroc grabbed his tail and launched him off his back. “Damm mages are always a pain to fight. Always hurling fire at your problems.” He said pulling the blade out of his back. He looked down at Kereshus. “My friend was wrong for trying to toy with you thinking we had 2 easy prey for our lord. At least killing you now would most definitely satisfy him.” He broke the sword with his mighty jaws and spit the piece at Kereshus. He grabbed Kereshus by his face neck lifting him off the ground. “Well before I do that…” he says as he punches Kereshus in the face sending him flying into a rock. “One last hit, for my partner.” He said in a deep, eerie voice as he smiled menacingly at him. He sat Kereshus up, getting ready to bite his head off. Kereshus had no fight left in him to resist so he waited for the end to happen. Before the jaws of death could close around his head, he heard the whistle of an arrow come flying through the swamp. Straight into the eyes of the Werecroc. He dropped Kereshus down roar out in pain as multiple more arrows rang out through the forest. Kereshus’ mother and the village hunting party had arrived and started pelting the croc with arrows. And out from overhead, his father came crashing down onto the croc slamming down onto it. He rolled back to his feet with his battle-axe in hand and charged at the Werecroc. Dodging all of the wild attacks of the now half-blind Werecroc, he got several gashes on the Werecroc before it finally fell to its knees out of exhaustion and pain. Kereshus’ father looked it in the eye before embedding his battle-axe into its skull. His father ran over to him wondering if he was too late. His mother and sister were right there behind him. “What happened to the other one?” Am-Lee asked. Kereshus was half-unconscious but was able to point in the direction the dark red Werecroc flew. His father let out a grunt as he led most of the hunting party in that direction. His mother order 2 members to stay and help her. “Get the stretcher, now!” She barked continuing to tend to Kereshus as much as she could. “Hist be praised, you're still alive!” Am-Lee said relieved that she didn’t leave her brother to die. Before he could respond, his mother stopped him. “Shushhh, little one. You’ll get all the time to brag to your sister about how much of a hero you are after you get healed. Right now, I need you to rest.” The other 2 Argonians came back with the stretcher and lifted Kereshus onto it. As they began to walk, Kereshus looked over to Am-Lee getting her to come closer to him. He whispered to her,” I’d be glad to be your traveling partner”, before falling unconscious.

A few months passed by since that entire situation. Although his father had no success in finding the red Werecrocs, they theorized that he was long gone since no one had gone missing nor had anyone seen him. Looking past that both Kereshus and his village were doing extremely well. He had fully recovered from the fight and was feeling better than he ever had. His father was training some of the best shock troopers in all black marsh while his mother became a merchant. She was a great aid to the village's economy but that didn’t stop her from training a squad of elite archers in her free time. While they were in aiding the village’s daily affairs, Kereshus and Am-Lee began exploring. Their adventures took them all over Black Marsh, meeting the different cultures and tribes that inhabited the land. They even started to make plans to explore outside of Black Marsh. Kereshus was keen on visiting Cyrodiil and Elsweyr while Am-Lee wanted to explore Skyrim and Hammerfell. They agreed upon Skyrim, both wanting to explore the ancient Nordic ruins. Kereshus planned on visiting the bard’s college and the College of Winterhold. Both to learn about the Nordic culture and to learn more about magic from the college. But they had to pass through Cyrodiil anyway to reach Skyrim. They said their goodbyes to friends and family (Which for Am-Lee also involved mostly passive-aggressive farewells to all the rivals she had made. Kereshus found the amount of pettiness coming from his sister incredibly hilarious which he predicted was intent.) but for some reason, they couldn’t find their father. “Come to think of it I haven’t seen him all day,” Their mother told them while preparing a meal for them. “Ever since that suspicious dry-skin came into town.” “What suspicious dry-skin?” Kereshus asked. “Some man, think he was imperial.” She replied. “Didn’t say a word or bought anything. Just walked around town and then left.” Was he scoping out our village?” Am-Lee asked with a bit of excitement in her voice that Kereshus knew meant “New adventure!?”. His mother also noticed it and quickly replied, “Hey don’t worry your father’s business when you 2 have business of your own. Isn’t today the day your hatchlings go on your big journey across this continent?” “Yes,” Kereshus responded. “But we were hoping to say goodbye to you and father before we departed.” “We can wait, Kereshus,” Am-Lee said. “Because I’m not leaving without saying anything to him.” They heard a chuckle from the door to their home. “That would be the first time in your life you said anything before wandering off.” Their father said as he came in. “Didn’t think id miss my young ones leaving over a thin-skinned land strider, did you?” “Father, you’re ok!” Am-Lee exclaimed, reaching to hug him but then hesitated instead giving him a salute. “I’m not your commander right now, Am-Lee.” He spoke in a voice that Kereshus hadn’t heard, ever. “I mean it’s not like you would listen to my commands anyway, you slithery salamander.” He joked hugging them both. “I could never be prouder of both of you. My finest warriors are ready to explore the world and make names for yourselves.” “Wow, I expected for you to rant to them about staying in the village.” Their mother joked preparing tonight’s meal. He then proceeded to say something to her in Jel that ruffly translates to something incredibly flirtatious (which Kereshus and Am-Lee both fully understood, making them gag at such thoughts). The 4 of them laughed and helped prepared what would most likely be their last meal together for a long while.

Their mother went all out on getting food for this meal. Kereshus’ Swamp Hen and Crayfish salad, Am-lee’s Swamp-eel broth, their father’s favorite giant wasp gizzard with a snail-gin. She even got them freshly sweet rolls from a traveler from Cyrodiil which Am-Lee had gotten Kereshus into eating when he was just learning to speak Tamrielic (being the first word he had said in the language) which became a sort of tradition between them 2 on their hatching days. Although finding a baker who is willing to come to the most dangerous provinces for non-natives for whatever reason is extremely rare even if their part of the swamp is hospitable enough for weekly trade with other cultures. They enjoyed their family moment for a few hours but then his father got the whole village involved in a celebration for his kids with lots of dancing and singing that even the foreigners got involved. But Kereshus felt off like his own essence was being sucked from him. Am-Lee noticed from the crowd she was in and went over to check on him. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t handle the Phlegmwine?” She laughed punching him in the shoulder. He didn’t respond to this as he fell into a pond behind him. Am-Lee was about to make another joke when she was gagged and turned invisible. Another invisible figure came towards Kereshus and dragged him into the marsh.

“Wake up!” Someone said harshly. Kereshus and Am-Lee woke up bound together. The boards around him slowly shaking from side to side and the sound of waves all around him indicated to Kereshus that they were on a boat. Where they were going was one thing he couldn't tell however. “Ah our 2 guests of honor are finally awake it seems.” Said cloaked figure standing in the shadows. “Hey, who are you and where have you taken us!” Am-Lee hissed. “Where you are doesn’t matter. I would be concerned with your lives.” “Why don’t you stop acting like a tuff guy from the shadows and show yourself?” Out of the shadows came a Dunmer, a dark elf. “Who are you?” Kereshus asked. “Someone you, or anyone you know, doesn’t even know. Someone who has a… slight problem with your father.” “Ok but how about you take your problem up with him,” Am-lee growled. “or are you afraid that he would tear you in half.” The elf chuckled at the comment “It would be like that monster to rip someone apart.” Kereshus tried to muster up power for a spell, but nothing seemed to work. “You think you could just blow your way out of here? Welp not with those cuffs on.” He said this while pointing to the cuffs Kereshus had on. “Only Mephala knows how hard it was to get you 2 n’wahs. Your mother is always checking for food that has been tampered with. But all we needed was a tiny amount of Magicka draining laced sweet rolls that only you, my glowing friend, could notice. Then getting your sister was just so trivial in comparison.” What do you want from us? Kereshus asked. “Oh, I just need you two as a message. For any scaly barbarians who think they can burn down my land! And take those who I loved from me.” He sat there staring at the dagger in his hands. “When our father finds out about- “Am-Lee started before getting cut off by a thump to the head by the pommel of his sword. “Silence, Lizard! Save your voice for what's about to happen next.” The Dunmer pulls out a coin that he had in his pocket. “You see this? Your fate rests in this septim. If it lands on its head, then the girl lives. If tails, then the boy lives. Since I only need one of you alive for this message to your father, let’s just see which one of you has miss fortune’s favor.” Kereshus begins to plead with the elf. “Please, sir! You don’t have to do-“” “There is no need for you to even try talking me out of this, n’wah. It won’t stop what’s coming.” Kereshus and Am-Lee Looked at each other into each other’s eyes. Both fearing what was going to happen to the other one. The elf flips the coin high into the air. As it flew, Kereshus prayed that the coin would land on its head. Am-Lee prayed the opposite, that the coin would land on its tail. Before the coin landed, the elf caught it midair. He unsheathed his sword saying the words: “Sorry, my dear. It seems that luck isn’t on your side.” As he walked up to her Kereshus started to plead with the mer, yet his words fell upon deaf ears. Am-lee calmy told Kereshus “Don’t let this dry skin stop our plans. Once you killed this thin-scaled fool, continue our journey to Skyrim. Explore a few dungeons, meet the locals, and practice more of that magical stuff even more for me, Egg-brother.” After she said this, the elf grabbed her by her horns and slowly slid his blade across her throat. Kereshus roared out gaining a surge of energy coming to him as he fries the cuffs into nothing more than just burnt leather, he charges at the mer tackling him into the ground, digging into his flesh with his bare claws. Other people from above the deck came down when they heard the yells from the hooded dark elf. They drew their weapons while the more magically inclined ones summoned hellish whips that they swung at Kereshus. Kereshus dodged those and proceeded to launch everyone back onto the deck in a large tidal wave coming from his finger tips. A few either snapped their backs from the force they were launched into the hull of the boat or just completely going overboard. He knew he was running on only his biological energy right now since the cuffs had kept him from regaining Magicka. So, with the little amount of energy, he had left in hobbled his way back to his sister who was limp on the ground. He fell next to it. He physically couldn’t move or walk anymore so he crawled toward her trying to heal her. But sadly, it was too late. All that he could bring out of her were a few words: “Keep wandering, for me, please?”

Kereshus woke in a cage. The only things that were in there were a bed and a bucket. Kereshus didn’t care that he was now a slave, he cared more about his sister he had lost. He grabbed his head and began to whimper. He had no other feelings but sadness. Not only did he lose his sister, but he had also lost his best friend. He failed to protect the only person he had to. He let his father, mother, and most importantly himself down. He sat there whimpering until someone knocked on his cell door. It was a young Dunmer woman who came with a tray of food. “Is everything alright, sera?” Kereshus said nothing, blocking his face with his legs. The women looked around to see if there were any guards around and then opened the cage. She sat down in front of Kereshus putting the tray on his bed. “Look you’ve been in here crying for a few hours now. The guard half wanted to knock you out again, but I stopped them. Those boneheads.” Kereshus still sat there saying absolutely nothing. “Alright, I understand we aren’t technically supposed to be having this conversation. I also understand that you don’t trust me for good reasons. But can you at least eat this so that you don’t starve to death?” She picks up the tray and places it in front of him. As she leaves, moves his knees from in front of his face. “Kereshus. My name is Kereshus.” “Well hello Kereshus, my name is Verlanna.”

Verlanna came to Kereshus multiple times a week to bring him food. With each visit, she sat down to have talks with Kereshus. He started to open up to her, teaching her about Argonian culture and his village. He told the story of how he took on 2 Werecrocodiles by himself, which he still was surprised that he had done. Over time, he opened up about his family and his sister. Even opened up about his sister’s death. Verlanna was horrified hearing and what happened. And disgusted that the man she considered a friend would ever do such a thing. She wanted to do something about it, she was sickened by the mistreatment of these people at the heads of slave masters. So, she and a group of like-minded Dunmer plotted a revolt. They would need a distraction to free the slaves. Verlanna suggested that they get Kereshus’ father involved. He's leading a group of elite Argonian shellbacks would be a perfect distraction allowing all the slaves to be freed. Also, his family would want revenge for their daughter’s death. So, she set out to visit Kereshus’ village to meet his father and plan Kereshus’ escape much to Kereshus’ worry that his father would do to her. Upon arrival, Verlanna was met with an incredibly angry Argonian and afraid-looking outsiders who he had kept at the village ever since that night. Kereshus’ father was not in the mood to deal with a Dunmer when she saw her until she told him about Kereshus which got his attention. At first, he almost killed her right there if it wasn’t for Kereshus’ mother intervening. Verlanna proved to him that Kereshus was alive by telling the stories he told her and that she planned to save him. He asked about Am-Lee’s fate which she reluctantly told him her fate which they began to sob. “So that voice we heard that day must have been our little hatchling. Her last words carried over the winds by the hist to us.” “I am truly sorry for your loss. And Id likes to help you in getting your son out of captivity.” Verlanna suggested. “How would you help us? Haven’t your people done enough to mine?” Kereshus’ mother said with a sobby growl. “I have a plan to getting him and other slaves out. There are those of us who think our traditions of slavery need to go. But I can only do that with your help.” They both whipped their tears off their faces and went full battle strategist mode. The plan was to distract the guards with a frontal assault while Verlanna’s people got the slaves and non-combatants out. While Verlanna wanted to avoid bloodshed entirely the only option was to minimize death that was already going to happen.

“We are under attack!” Verlanna yells as she runs into the compound. “By whom?” Her old friend asked. “Him.” He knew who she was referring to, so he quickly ordered his men to ready themselves for battle. He grabbed his blade out of his office and ran outside. Verlanna grabbed the key and ran down to Kereshus’ room. She opened the cage and released Kereshus from his cuffs. “Come on we have to go!” “Where is he! Where is that murder!” Kereshus hissed loudly. “He’s probably already been captured by your father’s troops. Now we have to go!” They left the building grouping up with his father and his mother. In front of them there he stood. Before anyone could say anything, Kereshus leaped onto the man tearing into him with his claws. He then proceeded to beat his face in with a rock. Verlanna pulled Kereshus away from him but all that was left was a mer that was unrecognizable. A bloody mess laying on the ground. This didn’t make Kereshus feel any better, however. His father walked up to him putting his hand on his shoulder. “That worthless piece of meat deserved more. “I couldn’t save her.” Kereshus sobbed. “No one could. Even with your being as gifted as you are. His father helped him to his feet. “Did you find her? Kereshus asked. “Yes, we did. We’re taking her back to be laid to rest in the marsh.” Kereshus feared her body was lost forever hearing that they found her body put some relief in his mind. “Come young one, you’ve been through a lot.”

And so there Kereshus was, watching his other half sink into the mud of the marsh. With the rumbles of the village singing in Jel, with low sounds resonating in their bodies, somberly moving their tails across the grass of the marsh. Afterward, Kereshus had a long talk with his father and mother about what to do next. The words Kereshus heard didn't come from Am-Lee, but instead come from her final thoughts as she passed on. Water magic was a rare skill that not only gave him power over water but also the power to control what was in water: memories. When a mortal dies, while their body decomposes into the earth and their soul goes to whatever god they believe in or demon that has enslaved him, Their memories flow into the rivers an oceans of Nirn. Kereshus had tried this skill before but was unsuccessful in all of his attempts to do it consciously. He doesn't know how he did it but he some how projected his sisters final words into the minds of his family so that they all could hear her one final time. While the words Am-Lee spoke still lurked in their minds they didn’t want to split up. Nor did they think it was a good idea for all of them to leave the village. They decided to let Kereshus go to Skyrim after having multiple hour-long prayer sessions with the hist for almost 2 more months. With the help of Verlanna, who got him a boat to Skyrim, they planned his journey in the name of Am-Lee. But before Kereshus sets of his father gave him something. “We had meant to give you these things before… that day.” “What are they?” Kereshus asked. “It’s a silver sword for when you run into any of those demon werecreatures.” It was a finely made sword, that looked like it was made by the same smith that made his. “Also, here your sister made this for you.” It was a drum, nicely made woven together by multiple bits from around the swamp. The sound it made when Kereshus hit it was so nice on his ears. He sat there staring at it for a minute before the boat arrived. He gave his mother and father a very long and loving hug. He also said his goodbyes and greatly thanked Verlanna for all her help and then set off to wander Tamriel in his sister’s name.

#The Elder Scrolls #Skyrim #the elder scrolls fanfic #eso

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Small smash headcanons I was thinking of and to put out my reboot designs

Skaar

Skaar took a more gladiator look from his time on Sakaar and no longer wears the loin cloth except for when he's on off days

His hair gets to around his upper back and often tends to be in buns and ponytails

Working on his reading and writing and gets help from Hulk and goes to the Xavier Institute for sessions with his mind control and memories

Got introduced to queer stuff by Rick and he was THRILLED to find out about this stuff and the footage of Skaar carefully picking out non binary, asexual and panromantic stuff was trending for a month

Yes I'm going into pridecanons a little more

Skaar's very happy with his own feelings of being nb. The rocks below him whisper about it always being fine and he doesn't need to care about what others say anyway. Not when they're too busy calling him a monster to care about his gender

Anyway. Skaar's sex neutral and I say this because its quite often the theory that all ace folks won't have kids blah blah but??? Some aces want sex to have kids and that's Skaar.

Ridiculously good sword fighter and often meets up with Nightcrawler and Shadowcat to have sword fights and compare tricks

Lots of whipping scars on his back and some around his mouth that hardly anyone knows are from

Has a matching scar with Red of a circle on the back of his neck as well as running lighting scars up his hands and feet with Rick, Red and Jen from where the Skrulls tried to harvest their gamma

Absolutely has the tattoo and has no clue about it

Occasionally has days where he can't remember the entire event and Skaar's become rather thankful that they can rely on Rick's cameras to guide him home if needed.

Adores the Savage Lands and is best friends with Kazaar and Zabu

Sometimes copies memes from Rick and it’s terrible

Likes having Jen help him with normal stuff, especially when she helps him learn stuff like reading and writing

Rick

Yeah, can’t feel anything and that causes a few secret depression episodes aha

Big on other sensory stuff now. Really likes to savour sights, sounds, taste and smells since he lacks a big ass part of it now. It really isn’t that uncommon for Rick to have a low of flowers within his bedroom and shit.

Has to file down his spikes since they keep growing and often Hulk does it for him while Rick falls asleep

Rick needs a lot more protein now and often eats eggs or fish and gets into big fights with Red over it daily

Uses a stylish for everything since his fingers don’t work on touchscreens anymore

Often wears sleeveless jackets with different pins. Owns four of them with three of them entirely dedicated to alien, mutant and bi rights

Well known Youtuber and I really need to get around to writing some videos he’s done god someone remind me to put out that shit

Hardcore gamer and still screams at Samuel to help make a dating sim come oN-

Can hold his breath for an hour and a half and didn’t realise until he fell asleep in the bath and got woken up by Hulk panicking and tossing him out of the water

Very intent on mutant rights and often helps out with teenage mutants and raising the social status of the school

Loves bi culture and is very defensive over aspects of his identity after years of feeling lost among the orphanages

Has gotten more comfortable with his gender since he’s been wearing kilts and skirts for almost two years now

Used to have scars across his hands and thighs from years of canings from the nuns but now has a large cracked scar across his chest after Abomination ripped his shell off

Red unintentionally fathers him and blames Hulk

Best pals with Jen and Betty and is the only one who gets to join them on Ladies Night with Lyra and Marlo

Stands on his tip toes when talking to Hulk often because he wants to be tall and it amuses Hulk to no end

Jen

Has a lot of different costumes she changes regularly and Rick always posts a vote on “What outfit has Jen got this week?”

Freckles and curly hair galore

Hulk paints her nails and she does the same for him and it isn’t long before Skaar joins in

Works in New York but stays at Vista Verde for her time off

Yes i do want a all female gamma mutate team and yes they are A-force

They consist of Jen, Betty, Lyra, Carmilla and Marlo but are sometimes joined by other female heroes

Wears sweatband wrists, left one is the bi flag and the right one is the trans flag

Was afraid about being open towards loving women for a few years since Jen knew her father didn’t do anything about Bruce’s abuse, what would happen to her if Brian found out she liked more than boys? Came out after hulking out and is happier than ever

The same goes for being trans since Jen’s form is based heavily on her mentality of her body. Gamma gave Jen the body she wanted and she was SO pleased with it

tbh I do imagine she was more comic/noodle armed at the start since Jen wanted to look rather feminine but over time she’s gotten more comfortable with her body and idea of who she wants to be and slowly she got beefier

Has two wardrobes at the base and makes Red help rearrange stuff for laughs

Pals with Samuel and often enjoys sitting around and dragging him out for shopping and starbucks while discussing cases

The one who appears in Rick’s youtube videos the most

Can never finish a book and feels deep seeded adhd guilt

Sings outloud to every thing she hears

Likes grape flavoured stuff and she is so thankful that she can’t die for that sin

BEST pals with Betty and Rick. Like. There’s a reason my “Betty is the OG Hulk and is a lil wlw with Jen” has happened honestly

Has vitiligo patches of grey around her arms that were left over from her more traumatic transformations

Watches Red bake if she’s having a panic attack and the videos don’t help

Red

Has a lot of scars over his body from where Ghost Rider’s chain dug into him and left him burnt. idk seems really fucking cool

Like Jen, has yellow patches along his spine and hands from where he was joined mentally with Zzzax

Still gets nightmares about said incident and is still scared for the day that a nightmare is actually happening

Started to bake because it helps from when he couldn’t control his heat powers or during ptsd attacks

Tends to get lost in work alongside Samuel, especially if they’re overly excited about a certain idea

Hulk fondly calls him a nerd for this exact reason and Red tackles him over it to this day

Tech reacts to him badly sometimes due to his possession issues and there’s been once or twice where he’s had some...odd experiences when it’s come to certain technology or alien tech

Stays the same mostly with his outfits but occasionally wears a leather jacket and fuck it takes his shirt off a lot he’s a dilf he can do that

The one who crouches for humans the most and it isn’t uncommon for him to do it purely to unsettle the humans. Ass

Uh. Likes women but??? Sometimes there’s an annoying guy and shit being able to be easily suplexed now means that anyone who can do it can kinda catch his eyes and he fucked a demon- uh. Red has a lot of thoughts now about dating and it’s nerve-wracking

Still does missions with his Thunderbolt team and still hangs out with Hell’s Circle team when he met others that had been dragged down to hell as well

Gets courted by vampires and hates the fact that the others laugh at it

Gets nightmares of crashing, of electric burning him away but doesn’t want to admit to the fact that he has some ptsd

Not really Red but fuck it Betty has her own team and I’m shifting the Gamma Corps for Betty so her team involves; Betty (Harpy), Marlo (Sirin), Clay (Hulkverine), Lyra (Athen), Carmilla (Scorpion) and Gwen (Daydream)

Right. Uh. So for those who don’t know who Daydream are, basically the writer at this time had been going through a bad divorce and he treated Betty like SHIT which involved breaking Bretty up before they could have a child, making Betty suffer a miscarriage, killing her and having the villain Nightmare raping her in her sleep and having Betty give birth to Daydream who appeared for one arc and was never seen again. So. I’m mad.

anyway fuck him but I did like Daydream so instead she was an experiment from gamma base as a unique weapon that got used to infiltrate the Agents sleep but was later on rescued along with the rest of the gamma experiments. Got adopted by Betty when she found out Gwen had her DNA and went “oh worm?” to getting a baby i have more thoughts about this but u know. carry on.

Hulk

So Tired. Part time team leader and Avengers and even has his many own adventures of trying to help so many people out

I imagine he has a lot of the same issues as Steven in suf where Hulk often stresses out more about not being able to help people since he worries about the worst case scenarios

Gets forced to take days off by each of the team and appreciates it but dear god if he doesn’t get anxiety about the whole situation every time

SomeTIMES he wears a blue shirt but only sometimes and that’s if he’s actually prepared for missions. Also has boots Red got him but Hulk keeps those clean and safe instead

Team dad for a reason. Fathers anything he can get his hands on and well known for it enough that Rick and Skaar get him something for fathers day every year and Jen gets him goofy ties because she KNOWS he doesn’t throw them out

Pretty relaxed about being pan and yes he makes jokes about being attracted to kitchenware he’s THAT terrible Rick wants to die and not come back pls

Buys a lot of pride stuff for the others. Skaar owns so many nb and ace colour chalks he needs help

Really wants to own a guinea pig but he’s worried about scaring it or not being around all that often to take care of it properly

Falls asleep through almost every movie that he usually starts one half of it one day and finishes it the next day

Meets up with Ben Grimm and Logan Howlett every Wednesday for a night out. Usually they do bowling, play cards or go out to eat. It’s isn’t uncommon for other heroes like Spidey or Gambit to join them occasionally

Has business lunches with Betty to discuss movements of gamma mutates that turns into a fun brawl because they’re immortal children

Keeps a whiteboard in his room so that he can have arguments with Joe and Bruce.

Samuel

Keeps his outfit relatively the same but adjusts it slightly so it isn’t the exact same outfit he wears back when he was evil

Tends to cover up more after he gains a power that lets him control people just by touch

Aware of this power and thus often awkwardly flitters when someone near him might be upset and keeps spare gloves or arm sleeves on hard just in case

Has the sharpest teeth of all the hulks and actually tends to file them down so he doesn’t need to “scare people off” when in reality he’s self conscious about his teeth and the fact that he keeps biting his tongue by accident

Buys and redesigns Icarus’s cage every other month to make it more elaborate, is currently fighting the constant urge to buy more rats for this reason

Demiboy! Fine with what he is, doesn’t give a shit. He rules hell and he’ll send you there if you argue with him so who the fuck cares if Samuel wears dresses and makeup?

Big stupid bi. Cannonly into women who are more powerful than him with examples being Rikki (Aka Brilliance, a female Leader) who kicked his ass and threw him across the room with her more advanced mind, Betty Ross...who can blame him, and lately is that one scientist in Hulkverine who Samuel literally fell for within one night sksksk

Big manipulator for people he cares about. Samuel has and will make elaborate plans to keep someone he cares about safe and is more than willing to kill anyone who has hurt his loved ones

Owns a large collection of nail polishes and tends to vary them when he’s bored and creates amazing art. Red watched Samuel once spend and hour re-creating all of Van Gogh’s paintings on his nails

Really good friends with Betty surprisingly, mostly because she can make jokes about being dead and he’ll just snort and go “same”

Has the second best sense of smell after Skaar as he can smell early signs of sickness as well as a wider range of emotions

Info dumps so much and has long winded theories about the oddest things that resonate really well on the Youtube channel

talks to his oversized rat so seriously

Suffers nightmares and currently runs the Down Below and is so tired

Has actually died from exhaustion twice already

Has large sockets in his back due to the fact that Samuel physically cannot hold the information he knows all the time and uses it to charge his phone

Still hangs out with villains like Loki and Mystique tho

#Headcanon #found in body lost in mind (Skaar)#movie star (Rick)#green goddess (Jen)#one man army (Red)#the loneliest there is (Hulk)#he swims in a sea of regret (Leader)#hate and love are both red (Betty)

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