I woke up in the infirmary ward...or something along those lines. My memory was a bit foggy, but I remember a Daedroth managing to bite through my armor. As I struggle to remember more, I sit up in my bed. My armor is still on, and my weapons are nearby.

I didn't even get to question it as a voice from my left answered it almost immediately "We did not allow the ponies attempt to heal you with their inferior magic, and Kyra would not allow them to take your armor or armaments. She is quite funny...for a legend. Dances-with-Death is the one who managed to heal you with that armor on. You are like a scaled-down version of the Atherium Forge Master with all those enchantments!" Alyx exclaimed.

"Do you ever stop talking?" I ask

"Nope, oh and someone came here asking for your help...strange buglike pony, saying something about a missing child? She didn't stick around though, left in a hurry, and left you this." She says, handing me a piece of paper.

The paper in question was a note, the note read: Come to Joe's Donuts, ask for Cicada, bring backup. I look up from the paper to see Alyx looking at me with a strange expression. It was more terrifying than the smile a Daedra gets when it knows, or thinks, it is about to kill you. "What are y-"

She suddenly lunged, grabbing by the shoulders and shaking me violently "Quest? Loot? EXPLORATION?" She asked in a crazed tone.

"Oi, Necromancer!" I hear Kyra yell "Let go, and let him speak." when did she get in here?

"Daaaw...but...bu-"

"Alyx, we know that you are excited...However I think that you may want to let him go, lest you want him to pass out again." Dances-With-Death said...Hold on, when did they get in here?

"Well, warrior? What did the letter say?" Kyra asked

I paused for a few moments, and as my train of thought came back I replied "Well, it seems as though someone needs my...our help."

"Are you sure? I mean I can understand why they would want me and you...but why Alyx?" Kyra said

"Yeah...wait, what?"

"Okay, before a fight breaks out, may I ask where it is?" Dances-With-Death said

"Joe's Donuts?" I say, unsure of where that is.

"Ahhh, the little pastry shop a block away from the castle gates? This client has good taste, I'll give them that." He says

"Hmmm, still suspicious...I am bringing my everything with me." Kyra says, leaving to gear up.

"I will as well, not that I really need to...just need enough room to shout." Alyx says

"I will get my Cowl, then we will meet you there." DWD says

"Well, I guess I'll head over there now. I have all my gear with me now." I said, still a little confused on why they were so willing to help. I gathered my things, putting Umbra, the Steel Greatsword, the Grummite Dagger, and the Steel bow away in their places over my body. My armor had a few new gashes in it...but it was not something I could not fix. As I finished suiting up, and assessing my damaged body, I walked out into the hall to meet up with the others who had already started to walk to the exit. I had to run to catch up with them, and yes...it was painful to run even that short of a distance. It took us very little time to reach the shop, and even less to locate Cicada. She was a bug-pony, brownish black chintin, yellow eyes, and skeletal looking wings. "Hello Cicada, you needed us?" I ask

"Yes, if you would please sit...I hope you can help, the guard can't." She said, and as soon as we sat down she started explaining "My son, well adopted son, Mist Weaver went missing two weeks ago...I though nothing of it, he is a stallion after all...but I got this in the mail yesterday." She said handing Alyx a letter.

"We have your son, come to the Blue Plaza tomorrow or he dies...sounds like these blokes are rookies." Alyx stated, and we all stared at her "What...you never start with a death threat! You start with a ransom, and even then you say to not contact the guards!"

"Well...when did you receive this letter?" I ask

"...yesterday?" She said, semi nervous

"Bollocks...TO THE PLAZA!" Alyx yelled, dragging me and DWD out.

When we arrived, I fell flat on my ass. Getting up to brush myself off, I glanced around. The crowds consisted of mainly ponies, with some Changelings, Gryphons, and Minotaurs. Kyra motioned with her hands, pointing towards a group of Gryphons in what appeared to be...pirate outfits...where they even trying to be inconspicuous? I decided to walk up to them and ask "Any of you know a changeling named Cicada?" I ask, the visibly tense."Well then, here is what you're going to do. You are going to free her son, and then you're going to leave Canterlot and never return...savvy?" I say

" And what if we decide to gut you right here?" One of them asks making a move towards his saber, only to find his throat suddenly rubbing up against a silver spear.

"Well, then you have more to deal with...not counting the guards." Kyra said, laughing

"Can we kill em? I want to see whether they'd make good thralls or not!" Alyx said, grabbing one from behind and put a flame spell up to his face.

"As much as I would like to see that, we must regretfully keep them alive. Only they know where Mist Weaver is." Dances-with-Death said, emerging from the crowd with an arrow notch aiming directly at one's head

"Ha, like we'd tell you...nothing you do will make us rev-" I cut him off by grabbing him by his throat and lifting him up off of the ground.

"Let me tell you a story. It is about a friend of mine, named Dar-Ma. I was new to the town of Chorrol, and this Argonian approached me...I knew next to nothing about her, and she treated me as if we had known each other for years. This surprised me, as most Argonians I had encountered before either hated me...or tried to outright kill me. I stayed in that town for about a week, and would often spend my time talking to her. I left for two days to deal with some long lost brothers, and kill a few Goblins to help the locals. When I return to Chorrol, I went to visit Dar-Ma...however her mother, Seed-Neeus had said she had gone missing. Naturally I asked to help find her, and was pointed in the direction of a town called Hackdirt. When I got there I asked questions about where she might've gone, and the replies I got were...less then satisfactory. It was not until I asked a man named Jiv Hiriel, who told me to meet him after dark at his house. There he told me that the citizens of this town are going to sacrifice her to some deities called the deep ones. After learning this I did the only thing that seemed rational to me, I went down into the caves and I slaughtered anyone and anything that got in my way. After rescuing Dar-Ma, I went back to Hackdirt and killed the rest of its citizens. So I'm going to give you one chance, and only one chance to tell me where he is. However should you hold your tongues, you will find that my methods of torture are very different than those you have ever experienced." I say, noticing that both pirates and Tamrielens where staring at me...their expressions were mixed between shock and fear. "Now, what say you...scum?"

Author's Note

Bit of a serious tone, and yes I did slaughter everybody in Hackdirt. And by everybody, I mean everybody. Do I regret it? Nope!