Mannimarco used his dark magic and revealed his true intentions: he was an agent of Molag Bal, and the ritual in fact weakened the barriers between Nirn and Oblivion in an event known as the Soulburst.
This event allowed Molag Bal to initiate the Planemeld, a forceful merging of worlds.

Krist rode the parameter of the farm, outside of the fence, like he usually did. There was not really much to be done. Their work was finished in the morning hours. The crops were almost ready to harvest, the ground almost ready to turn.

It was good times.

Krist and Holly had grown very close. They spent most evenings together either on the porch, or going for a walk around the farm.

Life just went on.

Rumors of the war would carry their way to the farm by way of a traveler or a trader, yet aside from the few soldiers and scouts that made their way by the farm, it really did not effect them. They were friendly to all of them, and stayed from showing any sign of favoritism or dislike. Krist, however, always kept a close eye.

Life was peaceful.

If life was so peaceful, Krist thought, then why was he on his back looking to the sky. Why was his horse running off in a panic.

An inhuman voice was talking, and Krist coul not quite make out exactly what it was saying. One thing did seem clear, it was talking about finding the human.

That would be me.

Krist felt for his sword, but he did not have it on him. It was on the horse, that was now out of sight and probably still running. It was not his horse, the one he used in battles. It was a simple farm horse that he decided to take for a ride.
Now he was regretting that decision.
He still had his knife.
A quick check of himself revealed that he was not hurt. Whatever force struck him off the horse did not do that much to injure him, despite the fact that he did not have armor on. His white button down shirt was not even damaged. He had no more than a bad bruise at this point.
The voices were getting closer, but it was still really hard to make out what they were saying. One voice sounded like many as they spoke, and he could not make out how many there really was. Whoever or whatever they were, they were taking their time approaching him.

That was good.

Krist did not cross the fence line, though it was really close. The grass outside of the fence was tall, and kept him hidden. He began to crawl, instead, toward the tree line. That would offer him more shelter and he could possibly run, using the trees to keep himself out of any line of fire from weapon or magic.
Krist was a big man, taller than most and very broad shouldered. However, in the Imperial Army, he learned how to make himself smaller, and how to leave less of a track. No, he was not as good as some at this skill, but he still had some tricks up his own sleeve.
Being careful not to flatten the grass, he quickly made his way, away from where he fell. That of course would be where, whoever it was, would start looking. Apparently they struck him with some kind of magic from a good distance, which gave him time.
He was feeling the bruise now forming on his shoulder. It would be okay though. Nothing he had not experienced before.
The voices began to grow more distant now. They were taking their time.

That was very good.

Krist exited the tall grass at the edge of the treeline. The trees were not yet very thick, but he could hide from one to the other and make his way away from the attackers, and hopefully, back to the house to retrieve a weapon, and some help.
Krist found his way behind a tree, and putting it between him and his unknown enemies, he took a moment to catch his breath, leaning his back against the tree. He considered risking a look, to see if he could catch sight of whoever it was that meant him harm, but reconsidered when he heard rustling from the grass.
He also heard grunts and snorts. He saw a beak like mouth slowly come into view from his peripheral vision. Krist meant to put himself on the other side of the tree, but saw the same type of beak on the other side.
He recognized the creatures from the Imperial City, not long before he left the Imperial Army.
Clannfear, animal like daedra with with plated spikes along their spine, and a dangerous tri-tipped tail. They are quick, deadly, and he with only a dagger.

This was not good.

The night was cool, and a breeze was blowing across the hilly land. Krist had to be careful as he followed the Daedra, as there was not many places to hide. A few rocks and here there did not offer great protection. He would let them top a hill and while they were headed down one side, he would quickly make his own way up, flatten himself to the ground until they topped another and headed back down.
It was tedious, and he did that throughout the remainder of the day. Night time travel was easier, and it helped that the breeze was against him, keeping him down wind from the Daedra Clannfear.
Krist continually checked the sky for any signs of a rift to Oblivion. With Daedra around, it was a high possibility. He had not seen any sign though.
It was just after dark that Krist saw the outlines of his quarry enter a camp. He could not see any other greet them from his distance away, but there was a fire, indicating there was at the very least one more.

Just like closing an anchor, Krist thought to himself as he drew closer. Now he could see there were three humanoid Daedra, and could see the Clannfear sleeping by the fire. Also near the camp, in the glow of the fire, he could see a horse drawn cage, with one person inside. The figure was small, like a child. Krist's fear was beginning to be replaced with anger. Both emotions had to be controlled.
They did not seem afraid of anyone attacking their camp. This made Krist even more careful, but it was quite possibly simply due to the arrogance of the Daedra.
"Psst," Krist was sure he heard, though it was low, not to be heard beyond him.
Krist began to look around, his eyes having to grow accustomed to the dark behind him, due to looking to the glow of the light of the Daedra camp.
"Tohmas," Krist said low, recognizing outline.
Tohmas crawled slowly toward the warrior, a bow on his back and a sword in hand.
"Came to help," the farmer said, a stern look on his face.
"Help is appreciated," Krist said.
"We brought your armor," Tohmas said low.
Krist nodded and began to back from the camp slowly.

The two cleared another hill, putting distance between them and the camp, and eventually out of line of sight. Tohmas led Krist to a small cropping of rocks, where Tohm and Garin were.
"How did you find me," Krist asked, looking at the group with a slight smile.
"Garin can track better than anyone I know," Tohm said with a smile and a nod. Garin just looked away, a hint of shyness about him.
Krist noticed 4 saddled horses, one his own horse, trained for war. On his horse, his full set of armor.
"Well," Krist said, walking to his large horse. "We just got the advantage."

The Daedra sat, just staring to the fire. Krist was not even sure if they needed sleep. The Clannfear seemed to curl up, as if it was a sleeping dog almost, but much like a wild dog, Krist knew it was never really fully asleep. One of the Xivilai lifted it's blue head. It probably heard the steps of the horse, or thought it heard something. Krist's horse was trained to not make a sound, but it was hard for a man in full plate to keep completely silent. Krist was not worried about that, as he heeled the steed into a trot.
Krist entered the camp, knocking one Xivilai over, and tossing embers on the other with his sword. As he turned his steed around, he saw three arrows hit their mark in the Xivilai that was wincing back from the hot coals. It crumpled over.
The Clannfear was up, as the other Daedra entered the camp. Krist got off of his horse, and ran toward the creatures, even as two more arrows swished through the camp, though they missed their mark this time.
The Clannfear reached Krist first, and swung it's spiked tail. Krist dodged back from it, then cleaved the tail off with his long sword. As the wounded Daedra rounded, snapping in pain, Krist cleaved the head off as well.
Krist felt the blade hit his armor, which held. It was good armor. The Daedra then tried for a head shot, but stopped suddenly, as the point of a sword exited it's chest. It fell dead, revealing Tohmas standing behind it with a bloodied short sword.
"I can do more than farm," Tohmas said with a shrug.
Krist pushed past Tohmas and blocked a blow from a blade edged staff. Tohmas whirled about and thrust with his sword, sticking the creature in the throat. It backed off, a bit surprised that these mortals had the strength, and fell.
"They don't really die," Krist said, watching it fall. He had no idea why he said that.
"Tohmas just nodded, not sure either of what the warrior meant.
All of the Daedra were accounted for. At least the ones that Krist had counted. It was safe enough now to focus on the cage.

"A kid, a girl," Garin said, looking into the cage as the others approached. The fire light flickered, catching the features of the person in the cage. She stayed quiet, backed away from the group.
"It's okay little girl, no one will hurt you," Tohmas said, opening the door.
"Not a lil girl," she said, looking up.
"Bosmer," Krist said, nodding. "She is a Bosmer. A Wood Elf, and possibly older than all of us."
Tohmas smiled looking to the Bosmer.
"We offer you sanctuary ma'm".

The Wood Elves, or Bosmer, are mischievous, curious and nimble. Because their homeland of Valenwood is often attacked, Wood Elves are experts at the art of defense.

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