Dragonborn Saga

to a Shrine of Hircine, the Daedric Prince of the Hunt.
Once I showed up with the spear, everyone there tried to kill me, I killed them first but something was wrong.

The ones I killed were not Cultists of Hircine but rather Boethiah and they were an Important cult to Boethiah at that.
Hafiz, the prophet of my Labours, managed to summon an Aspect of Boethiah to stop me from eradicating the Cult and I was put down in one exchange…
With a weapon aimed to my head, I was in rage and my brother was nowhere around.

Boethiah, however, knew where he was and decided to tell me his location if I agree to do her bidding.
The Spear of Bitter Mercy was decided to be my Labour Weapon.
Two years passed and here I am. ” Isha told her story.

”Two years? ” Jon was taken aback.

Isha sighed before nodding.

”I always wondered why the Spear of Bitter Mercy was your Labour Weapon.
Kinda thought you ’re Hircine Labourer back then. ”

”I know. ”

”So…
what about your brother? ”

”Zain? He is back home at Sentinel. ” She said.

”…
Wait? He is back? His Lycanthropy was healed? ” Mirren couldn ’t put things together.

”Boethiah said that he is in Sentinel, when I asked about the Lycanthropy, she said he is not a werewolf.
Nothing more, nothing less. ” Isha shook her head.

”I see why you are nervous now.
Must have been quite the ruckus knowing that your brother is back home while you were wandering for two years. ” Jon said.

”Not really.
I just got whatever answers the Daedra have for me and took my way out.
I don ’t want anymore to do with the Daedra. ” Isha said while looking a bit more relaxed than before.

”Good to know. ”

Sponsored Content

”You know what, you are right.
We should relax every now and then now that our traveling speed is like that. ” She said.

”Rest is over. ” Jon stood up.

”Where to? ” Isha tilted her head.

”You have a brother you haven ’t seen for two years and I had pinpointed many spots on the road to Hammerfell.
Looks like I ’ll have to make priorities in my sightseeing plans. ”

Jon dragged the other three back to the carriage and adjusted his plans to the minimum.
Isha ’s and her brother ’s reunion can ’t be delayed more than that in his opinion.

During the next two days, the carriage was already on the National Borders between Morrowind and Cyrodiil.

Jon may have traveled across Skyrim, Morrowind and some in Oblivion but this is his first time in Cyrodiil.
The border checkpoint was on the Velothi Mountain Range that extended from Eastmarch in Skyrim down to Black March.
Once Jon crossed the borders, he was now in Cyrodiil ’s Cheydinhal County.

Unlike the pale-colored Skyrim or the ashen Morrowind, what Jon saw after going down the border area was immense lands of green and Forests all over the place.

The Heartlands, the land of forever strife, Cyrodiil.

Cheydinhal was a week ’s ride from the borders but the carriage reached it in three days.
A city that resembles a lot of Morrowind with a large Dark Elf population.
The number of refugees here is more than that of Windhelm.

With the Pass of House Vici that Jon was carrying, he was able to enter the city at night.

Cheydinhal Bridge Inn was where could the four rest and eat after the long trip.

Nothing interesting happened in Cheydinhal city and the group left in the second day taking the road north to Lake Rumare.

The most fascinating thing was the White-Gold Tower in the middle of the Imperial City which was built on the central Island of Lake Rumare.

By just a look from the outside, the sheer size of the city was…
breathtaking.

A city built with white stone in a circular shape, there was no suburbs or anything outside its double walls as if it is a solitary white palace on water.
The White-Gold Tower in its center was so high that its base, which was dome-shaped, seemed gigantic on its own.

This is the largest city in the world and the crown jewel of Tamriel even if the whole continent stood upside down.

Jon thought if trying to just detect all the life signals in this city and that gave him the scare of his life.
This city is larger than the Medieval Rome by almost two times with almost two million inhabitants.

Simply speaking, All of Skyrim cities can be fitted in the Imperial City with even room for more.
Mournhold maybe the largest city Jon has ever visited but it was still lacking compared to the Imperial Titan.

[A/n: Best art I found for the city and describe based on it, credit to the artist – db4qf2z]

Still, after Jon detected the life signals, he detected his own Magicka Mark in the city.

Sponsored Content

”Hm? The only ones I mark are…
Oh! ”

Jon thought of something and smiled, he then used Telepathy and linked himself to the one who carries the mark.

{Vittoria!}

Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.

{…}

{You are not hearing things, it is me.}

{…
Jon! How…
Wait! Where are you?}

{I am outside the Imperial City.}

{Truly? I never thought you can…
oh! Sorry, no I am just talking to someone by Magic…}

{…
You okay?}

{The Court Mages were all looking at me, your magic signal frightened them.}

{You ’re in the Imperial Palace?}

{Yes, go to Tiber Septim district and show the pass I gave you and you will be shown to the Vici Manor.
I will see you there.}

Jon hung up with her and looked to the ones around him.

”We ’re entering the city. ”

~~~~~~~~~~

• P4TRE0N (Goal: +4 Extra – Next: +5 Extra)

pat-reon.com/eldokhmesy (remove – )

•PayPal (+10$ = Extra)

Paypal.me/eldokhmesy

• Extras by Votes: 5000 / 8000

• Discord discord.gg/gKcKva7s

• Twitter @eldokhmesy22