[Apocrypha] From NTH with love

[Prequel]

With an unusually hard step Lord Sil stomped through the snow of the northern Skyrim. The cold of the land did not do his metal well, but he enjoyed this pain very much. It showed him that he was still alive, in a refreshingly mortal way.

He worked for centuries on his Connection-Fabricant and despite all perfection in optics, he had made a great mistake: he had not paid attention to the psyche of mortals. His mechanoid began suicide.

The visit to this ruin was a welcome diversion for him.

"Ah, Prince Sil, right?" A deep, scratching voice arose from the noise of the icy wind, and Sil turned to him. "Oh, shit," whispered the approached Nord-man as he looked sil into his half-metallic face.

"Yes I am." Sil stretched out his metal hand to the Nord, and they shook hands.

"I'm Bryn Spitskull and I want to welcome you here."

"What am I supposed to do here? Skyrim is far outside my official territory."

"You're the Elven God, who plays with robots, right?" He smiled.

Sil rolled his eyes, put his metal hand on the head of Bryn and pressed. The cracking of the breaking skull satisfied him more than he should do ... morally. When the Nord fell into the snow, Sil wiped his hand on his garment and stepped down the rotten wooden stairs to the ruin.

Another Nord came to meet him. "Lord Sil!" He cried, grinning over both ears.

Sil stopped in front of him and nodded. "Yes?"

"Oh, gods, it is a real honor for me to meet you, I am Goljak." The thin man stretched out his hand to the Dunmer god, and Sil struck.

"I'm surprised to see some one who seems to know me here in the west."

"West? Oh, well, from Morrowind's perspective." He scratched his back. "Of course I know you, Lord Sil. I am a great admirer of your work with the Fabricant, but tell me where is Bryn, he should meet you here."

"He called what you call work on fabricants, playing with robots."

Goljak pressed his lips together. "He ... was the father of three children."

Sotha Sil shook his head. "No. The butcher was the father of three children, Bryn was just too stupid to notice."

Goljak opened his mouth. "Is that true?"

"Of course I am a god, I get paid to know something like that," Sil lied.

"Naturally." The Nord turned and put his fists into the sides. "Welcome to Saarthal, the starting point of freedom for Skyrim."

"Or of the degeneration of the Falmer." " Yes ..." Goljak scratched his back. "With such statements you should be more careful here."

"Pardon?" Sil crossed his arms.

"Many uneducated Nord ..."

"So almost everyone?"

"Yes ... many are more sensitive to the subject of the Falmer and can react aggressively."

Sotha Sil took a deep breath and licked his lips.

"I just do not want you have to kill anyone else."

"But why am I here?"

"We've discovered something in the ruins, and I'm probably committing something like treason, because I'll tell you, Lord Sil, before I report it to the university."

Sotha Sil frowned. "Betrayal?"

"Yes, and ..." Goljak got tears in his eyes. "I need to ask you for political asylum in Morrowind. No one in Skyrim is even able to understand the potential of this discovery, sir."

"What did you find?"

The Nord bit his lower lip. "I'll show you the best." And he entered the ruin, Sotha Sil right behind him.

The modest smell of such ancient ruins fascinated Sil. Depending on the country and the people, such ruins had marked differences in smell. Of course, also in the appearance but on such a primitive as the appearence only monkeys take notice.

The Nord led Sil down stairs and finally to a large chamber, in the center of which a gigantic ball floated, surrounded by blue light.

Sil took a deep breath as he felt the tingling of the magic in the room even on his metal arm. He stepped slowly closer, and, with his eyes wide, laid his hand on the ball, which began to shine.

"Now you know why I wanted to tell you first, sir."

Sotha turned his head to Goljak and nodded. "You can have the asylum, Nord."

He grinned. "Thank you, sir. Do we want to start?"

"What?"

"If we let magical energies act on the ball ... it reacts, but I do not have enough magic energy, I'm afraid."

Sil took a step back and shot a constant lightning at the ball. He persisted for hours, while the flash hit the sphere without deflation. On occasion, Goljak supported his lightning when his Magicka was regenerated, and after over 13 hours the discs of the ball began to contract and opened the sphere.

Inside the sphere a bright light shone before a dainty figure emerged. She was feminine, naked, and covered with golden skin, and broke down to Sotha Sil shortly after the bullet had reassembled. He caught her reflexively and looked at her. "Energy-Nieveau: Critically," she said.

"Who are you?" Sil asked.

"Ayrenn V.1"

And he fell in love again.

Sotha Sil's last thought transfer

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