'I don't know, kill them, feed to the dogs. Or get them even more drunk and place them in an undisclosed location.' I shrugged.

'Hm, what is this?' I look at the cover, 'Ah! A novel!'

After about 12 tankards of mead Makor was still going as the bartenders kept giving more mead. "I can go all day." Makor looks at Sauriil's table "You guys are missing all the fun!"

I spit out my tea. 'Fun? Getting drunk and bedding dozens of women at once because of it . . .  is fun?' I look at Falin, 'What are we going to do with them?'

(oh yeah Zork you should join the thread "Tale of the Nervarine" it is the prequel to this series and don't use zork)

"Of course it is!" he said while drinking his mead "That's why you never get woman!" Makor looks at Deadeye, "Sauriil, strange he is."

I smile sadly and sigh. 'Ah, Zork. Your sacrifice will be remembered.'

Finally stiffling her laughter, Falin glanced at Sauriil. "What'd you find?"

Makor looks at the novel and remembers his sacrafice "Everyone! I have something to say about a a dear friend of mine, Zork, his sacrafice was definitly not in vain, a moment of silence." all the drunk Nords and Orcs took off there helmets and hats and closed there eyes. "Rest in peace friend and may the Gods watch over your soul."

The Immortals step outside. Akatosh, Malacath and Y'ffre give them their orders. To travel across Nirn and protect it against any threat. 'Should you accept.'

I kneel, 'I accept.'

Makor hears Malacath and he hesitates I accept he said this to Malacath with no tone, as if it was a burden.

Falin knelt with her head bowed. "I accept."

They all spoke at once, 'Rise. Give Nirn hope. And after a few eras you will be released, dying in your own way. Be it fighting, peaceful or by your own blade, you decide.'

Thus continues the legend of the Immortals . . .

THE END