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Sundas 12 of Morningstar

Vardons journal...

''Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach. The Province is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. The lands are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and and all the whores and Kings will look up and shout "save us!"...''

''They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like the Dragonborn, or Martin septim. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and Imperials and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipe until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Oblivion, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers...and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say. ''

2 months earlier....

The cultists of Vermina were standing in place for the ritual...thier champion was about to return...

Vardons mother was standing on her place...she was exited and proud of her son....

the high prist steped forward

" DEAR MOTHER VERMINA, LORD OF DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES WE ASK FOR THE YOUNG VARDON HERE TO STEP IN THIS WORDL AND FURWIL HIS DESTENY!!!!"

a blik of shadow apeered....and out of it vardon steped forward...

" VARDON ITS MY MY SON" his mother said

"......mother....." he said in a silent voice