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Xervish had managed to block out the wittering that was going on within the house. Nothing that any of those idiots were saying would add any real value to his life. No, his own thoughts would provide him comfort during these testing times.

How could it happen? The Rising Sun, the most powerful daedric cult since the Mythic Dawn of the late 3rd Era, had been hunted down and all but eradicated in a matter of weeks…

Weeks!

Years of careful planning and hiding within plain sight, buying old houses and getting someone to play the part of an old granny or a spritely shop assistant, masking the plotting that went on, behind the scenes. It was all so perfect, the Empire never suspected a thing, up until the day that the new Empress was crowned and the Rising Sun was made the target of every Empire run organisation.

Xervish had never considered the repercussions of having a new person on the throne, though he didn’t honestly believe that there was another heir to the Aube Empire. Soir Aube seemed like such a careful person, who covered his tracks well. Though, then again, so did Solaris and he hadn’t forgotten what came of trusting him with his life…

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It was a quiet night, the night that the house was raided and the main headquarters of the Morrowind branch of the Rising Sun was massacred.

Outside, in the city of Mournhold, the working classes were quickly making their way home, whilst their betters stayed indoors, as they always did on weeknights.

Xervish had retired early that night and gone back to his quarters, the master bedroom. He immediately went up the marble staircase, which was in a U shaped structure that ringed around a statue of a Dunmer woman, wrapped up in what is presumably a bed sheet. Xervish didn’t know who the woman was supposed to be, she didn’t resemble any historical or mythical figures that he knew of and as far as he knew, it was just a work of art that filled the void between the two stairwells.

The Dunmer had no desire to stay up that night, he would get to sleep early, get a good night’s sleep and then resume work tomorrow. After all, his work was his life, research was his hobby and the occasional fight was a guilty pleasure of his. He sometimes read at night or paced around the room as he got deeper in thought but not that night.

He removed his slippers and placed them under the bed, kicking them deeper in, so that they weren’t a tripping hazard. He sat down on the king sized bed, swivelled his feet around and lay flat out, sighing and smiling as he grew comfortable and his mind, slowly emptied his head of thoughts.

Perhaps he was just drifting off to sleep or perhaps he already was asleep, the Dunmer couldn’t remember as all he could remember was being startled, by a loud bang. The door was blown off of its hinges and flew several feet in the air and several feet forward and landed on the floor, with a loud thud, sliding along the marble surface, until it come to a standstill in front of the marble lady. Several, heavily armoured, soldiers began to storm the mansion, drawing their swords and getting ready to cut down anyone who stood in their way.

It was then that Xervish heard a knock, which prompted him to jump up to his feet and leave his bed as he quickly made his way over to the front door and opened it. He knew that it couldn’t be a soldier as they had only just entered the building, disturbingly, he could hear the cultists being cut down and screams echoing throughout the halls. He opened it to see Rurane, the vampire Breton, who immediately stepped inside his room, hoping to be evacuated. Normally, Xervish would have turned him away but he found that didn’t have time as two other cultists were running up the stairs, desperate to seek shelter from the incoming soldiers, who were mere feet away from them.

Xervish, acted fast, seeing that the two Dunmer women were almost in his room at this point, he quickly closed the door, grabbed a nearby chair and propped it up against the door handles, keeping them and their pursers out. The Wizard quickly turned to the shrine, in the corner of his room. He blocked out the desperate pleas of his followers, who were desperate to get inside, striking the door repeatedly and begging for him to reconsider abandoning them. Their sobs and cries were quickly silenced, after a loud scream and the sound of swords slashing, promptly followed by the sound of their bodies dropping to the floor. He knew that he had seconds to escape before they broke down the door and he had to act fast. Doing so, he ran over to the corner of the room and placed his hands on the idol, at the center of the shrine. The idol didn’t appear to be connected to any of the daedric princes but it held a strong resemblance to the sun seen on the cultist’s robes.

He grabbed hold of it and felt Rurane take hold of him, hoping to hitch on to his escape route. Xervish wasn’t able to protest as he was too focussed on trying to escape and so he placed a firm grip on the idol and began to concentrate on shifting to the safest place he knew, Solaris’ mansion.

He could hear the door shake, violently, as the soldiers were literally throwing themselves at it, to get in. The Wizard did his best to ignore it but every now and then there was a crunch or a crack, which was so loud that it honestly had him wondering whether or not the door had failed. But still, so long as there weren’t footsteps, he would focus his efforts on trying to escape.

<p class="MsoNormal">He kept his tight grip of the idol and eventually an energy began to emit from its surface, growing from a slight flicker into a blinding glow as the two of them were absorbed in it and vanished, just as the door was breached. The soldiers saw only a flash of light and a silhouette in the center of it, which momentarily blinded them before the Wizard vanished, leaving no trace...

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<p class="MsoNormal">Xervish sighed and continued to hunch over the doorstep, trying to figure out his next move.