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Lord Redoran was on the brink of death. His best healers were working on him, struggling to keep him alive. The blows he had taken to the head had left him weak and unconscious. He had little strength left.

At least, until a mysterious man in white robes arrived.

His ever-changing eyes gleaming, Asin offered to heal the Grandmaster of House Redoran in exchange for an alliance. The Redorans would attack Riften under Asin’s flag, and then would meet up with all of Asin’s forces at Windhelm after Solitude was taken.

After a moment of indecision, Lord Redoran’s assistant nodded, desperate to keep his Boss alive.

Asin smirked, and water encased his hands. He healed the Grandmaster of House Redoran, but kept him unconscious. Before he went back to Skyrim, he remarked, “You have two weeks to prepare.”

The assistant nodded, meekly, before returning to his Boss’ side. When the Grandmaster of House Redoran awoke, the assistant explained everything to him.

“Two weeks…” Lord Redoran mused. “That’s enough time to…”

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The Redoran army marched South, destroying any vestige of the Mabrigash Tribe they could find. As a rather large tribe, they had three campgrounds, and… two were gone, leaving the main one.

A Dunmer man ran back to the camp, immediately rushing into the Wise Woman’s yurt.

Yan was becoming uneasy, as men and women were rushing about the camp, shoring up defenses and gathering weapons-of course, not that most of them needed spears, or bows, or swords…

They were the Clan of the Elementmancers, after all.

But still… Yan was worried. If they were doing all this… There must have been a reason. Was someone coming for them? Was the ex-prisoner coming back to take his vengeance? Even his grandmother, the Wise Woman, seemed uneasy. She was the most powerful among them, and if she was worried…

A few of the older women began to heard the children away from the camp, and, because he was not yet 17, he was going with the women and children.

The sixteen year-old tried to get away, but some of these women were rather strong, and powerful. For some reason, they refused to let him go.

Until they realized that they had forgotten some children in the camp. A few of them ran back, leaving only one woman in charge of all the children. Easily, Yan escaped and ran back.

An approaching army was gathered on a distant hill, and the Ashlanders were preparing themselves for a fight. Yan’s father, wearing his Chitin armor, and his Grandmother, still wearing her ceremonial armor, stood at the front of the lines, preparing the men.

Yan couldn’t see his dog. “Nala?” He called, and the greyhound pup came dashing out of a nearby tent. However, a stray spell caught the dog, knocking it off its feet. Yan dashed to it, but it seemed unharmed, luckily.

He ran back to his hiding place, carrying his dog, and watched as the battle began to unfold.

The Redoran Army initiated the attack by having Lord Redoran fire a single arrow towards the camp. Soon, an entire volley followed. The Ashlanders were intelligent enough to raise their shields, stopping many of the arrows. However, a few of them weren’t fast enough, and were struck.

Yan barely avoided an arrow, struggling to his feet and grabbing a shield from a rack, along with a bow and a pair of long knives. He had to help his father…

However, the Redorans weren’t done yet. When their volley didn’t work, Lord Redoran shouted a command and catapults were wheeled out. Rocks began to fly, and no amount of shields would stop them. However, elementmancing could. The Ashlanders raised walls of stone to block the projectiles, but every once in a while a rock would break through, crushing a few Dunmer.

While the rocks did not annihilate the Ashlanders, as it was intended to do, it did leave the Dunmer tribesmen weakened.

Finally, the real battle began. The Redorans charged, and their swords clashed with those of the Ashlanders.

The Redorans, being as battle-experienced as they were, soon overpowered the Clansmen, and the battle soon became a massacre. Soon, it was just the Wise Woman and her son, the Ashkhan, fighting against the hordes.

Lord Redoran himself rode over, and shot an arrow through the old woman’s chest. With her last breath, she whispered a curse. “As my clan falls, so will yours, you of the House of Redoran.”

Lord Redoran seemed unbothered by this as he turned to look at the Ashkhan, who was slaughtering every Redoran Soldier that came near. “Fire.” Lord Redoran whispered, and arrows flew, striking the Ashkhan in the chest, the arms, the legs.

Somehow, though, he continued to fight, though he was obviously wounded and would die soon.

Lord Redoran moved forward and cut off the Ashkhan’s head, leaving the headless body to fall and twitch on the floor. Lord Redoran turned, and was about to leave, when a sharp pain was felt in his abdomen.

He looked down, only to see the tip of a blade protruding forth, before being dragged back out.

The Lord of House Redoran fell to the ground, and Yan placed his long knife back in its sheath. The Redoran Soldiers looked shocked, and drew back their bowstrings to fire on Yan, before they were knocked over. A Giant Greyhound tore into them, before walking back over to Yan. “Nala?” He whispered.

The Greyhound barked and licked his face, before gesturing for the young Ashlander to get on her back. He gladly did so, and the pair rode off, into the Deshaan plains…