From within the realm of Akatosh, the guardian sits. The 'Nameless Keeper' binds the corrupted essence of the four scrolls. Suddenly, she felt a slight disturbance within the air as a voice calls to her.

"Such time, such a lonely time." It calls for a talk.

She ignores the voice and let out an intimidating face until she couldn't bear the evil sight drumming her ears.

"What is it that they want." She answers.

"Oh… it but a talk nothing more, nothing less." The dark voice responds.

"If that is what you wish, then I will no longer have this discussion." She says bitterly.

The dark entity chuckles. "Funny, it seems you can already tell which part he wants. There's no stopping once you taste something that drugs your tongue."

"Enough of this!" She furiously says, drawing her holy power banishing the entity.

"You are just a sore eye, a useless melting adhesive wax!" He curses her.

"And you are but a cast-out fragment." She responds.

"Mm-hmm… we'll see. He seems to like me." The entity said before vanishing.

The 'Keeper' couldn't help but be startled as Akatosh begins to again slightly draw the first seal. He was in control of his body but the lust to destroy the man who broke the scroll of forbidden magic, clearly dearly wants to eliminate him. The feeling, an instinct to show who's better.

As the dark aura starts to conquer the mage so too a white mist begins to emit from Akatosh's body. Lavrish and the mage's companion felt two opposing darkness ready for a brawl. It was not yet fully open even weaker than the first outburst but the scroll of the 'white horse' brought a usurping power to take on the enemy, even six to one. Akatosh was the first to strike, leaping at a lightning speed he grabs his adversary's head dragging him to a distance. Throwing him rock hard the mage cast powerful magic, "Adamantine skin" he used to cover his entire body bulwarking the force given by Akatosh.

Coughing blood, the mage in his demonic form falls to his knees spewing blood. From a distance, he saw Akatosh slowly walks towards him carrying death with him. He conquers to be the one, power like lightning, a voice like thunder replacing enemies' emotion with fear.

Sending a telepathic message to his five companions in their daemon form. Through which they quickly dash out heading to join their partner. Sensing direction they felt their companion's dark aura but the other thing that disturbs gave them chills.

"Mm-hmm…" Akatosh chuckles. "Interesting… most interesting." Utters Akatosh.

With a final step, the five mages saw one of their own being choked to death. Amputated, both of his arms were torn apart, cleanly slice.

Back to Lavrish the lonely mage couldn't help but sweat like corn. Unable to cast teleportation magic due to Lavrish preventing him from doing it. The only option he had is to use the 'forbidden scroll' but before he could make a deal with the Deedra's power. The air deteriorates revealing a masked man holding what seems to be a spherical relic. The magic which Lavrish cast preventing them from escaping quickly disappears.

For the first time, Lavrish felt unease with this new man. "That's enough." He says in a soft voice, a gentle word.

"Who are you?" Lavrish ask him,

"Ahh… pardon my intrusion, but it seems our introduction has to wait my lady." The masked man answers politely. "Now, if you would." He says to his companion. The mage nods and quickly cast teleportation magic.

"Wait!" Shout Lavrish as she cast her magic to disrupts the teleportation, but nothing came out from her magic circle. "What!" she says surprised.

"My apologies for all of these troubles, I hope we may never meet again." The masked man ushers before disappearing from her sight.

At Akatosh place, the five men cast a dark sword in unison to help their falling friends but were interrupted by teleportation magic and even locking their movements.

Lifting him to death Akatosh brings forth a demonic hand and then it claws him, piercing his 'adamantine armor', rupturing his inside till Akatosh ripped him apart like a piece of paper he was. That was their last sight to see their friend in his gruesome death.

With no one to fight, no one to conquer a life the first seal diminishes. From the ground, there the dead man slowly returns to his original form. His dark-red eyes fade, the markings gradually shrink to nothing leaving a disseminated body.

He didn't boldly lay his eye on the man he just tore in half but walks away in delusion. The sudden event was too much to process what had happened. At first, he felt pleasure now he felt disoriented in finding his things.

He returns to the ravine where he dropped his bag and scabbard only to be greeted by Lavrish who already gathers his things. Luckily Lavrish didn't inspect his belongings she was more to Akatosh as if he lost his soul.

"Is this your things?" She said.

"Ahh… yes, that's-that's mine," Akatosh replies trying to recover his mental appearance.

"Are you okay?" She questions him.

"I'm fine I just need to rest for a while," Akatosh replies with a much more alive tone.

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"I'm glad you're alright, we should return." She says and with just a snap of her fingers both of them magically appear in front of the caravan. The caravan was intact, and no signs of pillage had been done but the only problem was the people.

It wasn't long before one of her parties, a young cleric girl came running to give her a message.

"Master Lavrish! I'm glad you're safe but- -" Panic the lass said to her.

"Calm down, what's the situation." Lavish reply,

"The people… they've been unconscious." The young cleric nervously responds.

Without wasting time Lavrish went to see the unconscious people. "Sleep magic" Lavrish notes.

"What?" The girl asks.

"It would seem that someone put a 'sleeping spell' on them. And this is no ordinary spell but very high-class magic." Explained Lavrish. "How did you manage to be the one unaffected." she continues.

"Well, between the battle I managed to cast some of my protection magic. But after Sir. Lucas commands us to be with the caravan, a mysterious masked man appears in front of us. That's when we began to fall asleep as he walks towards us. The only thing I saw before succumbed to his spell was some sort of a ball-like artifact."

"An artifact?" Lavrish said.

"Yes. I managed to resist his magic for a mere second." The girls reply.

In his recovery Akatosh treads towards the caravan, seeing the drivers and merchants lifelessly sleeping. Clearly, the raider must be very pure-hearted. Peering through the second wagon he saw the lady dozing on her sit. And from the ground two rouge adventurer just lazed on the grassy ground. Noticing their golden guild crest, Akatosh straightaway knew the person who intercept the caravan isn't someone you shouldn't underestimate.

Not long after Lavrish and Akatosh return, Sir. Lucas quickly follows and by his side is Lavrish clone where she quickly unsummon. Ignoring them Lavrish cast a spell that contradicts sleeping magic and in turn, right away the people open their eyes.

There's nothing that Akatosh could do but watch other people casting their magic and such. He may have the knowledge of his past, but he wanted to experience magic in his hand, he wanted to try something different, something new to his experience.

Much to their recovery, they continue their travels as it was getting dark. There were no inns and taverns to rent a room, no warm bed for tonight. Stopping on the outskirt of the forest near the road they make camp for tonight.

As the three moons grow ever bright, clouds open up displaying majestic stars. Ever so beautiful the world was, and ever so daring it had. Resting ten blocks away from the main campfire he again reexamines the battleship blueprint. Remodeling the four main designs of the battleship, the stern, bow, its midsection, and the superstructure.

Designing the ship in an elliptical shape, the next complicated thing he faces is nothing but everything.

"Gahh…" scratching his head, Akatosh plans for its engine. "Damn… this is hard, the only alternative that I could think of is coal and steam. Though I know something about reactor what could this world offer me to have such a substitute? But I should better write these two since it might be useful somehow, I guess." He notes to himself, sketching the 'pressurized-water Naval Nuclear Propulsion System' diagram.

Just as he was finally done with the last diagram, Lavrish suddenly called to him. As tempting as she was, pressing her chest Akatosh quickly fold his book. He was so secretive since he knew this lady is much more apparent than her looks.

Lavrish chuckles. "I'm sorry for surprising you… I'm just very curious." Lavrish says a very enticing tone.

"In what kind?" Akatosh reply with a stoic voice trying to strengthen his anxiety, the fear of danger.

Lavrish smile. "Have you ever heard of a Stillmage?"

"None that I know of." He replies.

She giggles. "Few have known that word, very few it would seem. And aren't you aware of yourself?"

"Well, just between you and me that's not the first time I've heard that. I know little of that word but if you distinguished something like me, then no… I'm not like those people. I haven't learned a single thing about magic, nor I can't even cast the slightest spark of a spell. I'm but a simple man, a traveler by means, but enough of this--" He says transferring to another location only to be held by her magic.

"How sturdy" Lavrish chastised him. "I was to give you this." She says handing him a bowl of stew and a pound of steak meat.

How she magically materializes that bowl of food is a mystery to Akatosh but even though, as cautious as he was. "I'm sorry but I have my own food and- -"

Cutting his worlds by stuffing a spoon filled with hot soup. "You shouldn't be picky with your food you wouldn't let the lady's hard work go into nothing." She said handing him the bowl to his hand as she part ways.

After a couple of tastes. "This stew is rather good I can't stop eating! Not to mention the pasty soup. Damn, I need a second round might be even a third round!" He notes to himself stuffing the food as if he was stress eating.

Nearly halfway to his bowl hiding his swollen cheek, someone called to him. "Um… excuse me." A tone of a lady but a more profound way of greeting.

Swallowing the entire food in one go he silently apprehends the pain going down to his chest. "Ah yes." He said facing the lady, the female driver. "Oh… it's you."

"Oh, I passed notice that you haven't had a bowl of stew since you were so busy with your books. But someone manages to first give you something." The woman said and with her is another round of stew and meat which Akatosh are more concentrated rather than the lady's words.

"I see… I can take another round of your cooking"

"I'll be much obliged." The lady says, placing the bowl. "I just wanted to say thank you for saving me from that."

"It's fine, you have nothing to thank me for, I think you should also give thanks to your husband." He said, apparently he notices her blue-faced the moment he utters about her husband.

"It's nothing you shouldn't be worried about. I think I should better help the others." She bows before leaving Akatosh in his glutinous feast.

The night went on, from a distance Akatosh can hear the heroic deeds of the adventures as they glorify their valor around the fire. He returns to where he was comfortable, and as every minute passes temperature plummets. Even the shroud won't suffice his body temperature.

"I need a drink," he says folding back the book he's been working on.

Popping out three bottles of ale. "The innkeeper says one bottle is enough to send a man sleeping with the pigs, but who cares I need to warm myself" That's what he thought and then quickly sips to warm his body.

Page turn, back and forth just to match the blueprints. "This thing is hard" Akatosh sigh, he was still new to this world, still adapting their ways and culture. There was little knowledge he learned from this world aside from the names of a kingdom; he truly needs the aid of dwarfs and manpower.

"Uhhh…" Closing the book in hopes of refreshing his mind and relinquishing his frustration he then heard footsteps and the sound of plate mail clanging.

"I was told you were here." Comes sir. Lucas.

Without turning to see the man he answers. "Mm-hmm…"

"I can't thank you enough for what you've done… I can only give you this." He sighs, throwing a pouch bag.

Without looking at the man Akatosh quickly catches the bag. It surely dost weight a pound. He can tell the bag is full of silver and copper.

"What's this for?"

"Please take this as our appreciation and our gratitude, you'll need it for your travels." Sir. Lucas said turning away.

"I see… by the way that woman, Lavrish is it. She's more than just a gold-tier mage." Akatosh ask him

Lucas sigh. "That's because she's a magical-class adventurer, higher than me as a team leader, she requests the guild to hide her identity and I will talk nothing more about this." Sir. Lucas says ending their conversation.

"I see…" Akatosh said and after taking three bottles in a row the alcohol begins to intoxicate, till dizziness fill him.