Blood Horkers... Or Something Else?

Seeing so many Daedric worshippers gathered in on place, uncaring of who their comrades were aligned to and working together in disciplined harmony was something I never thought I would see - and that's even after I saw THE Daedric Prince Sanguine and got fucking reincarnated!

This is just... impossible!

None of these cultists should be capable of working together without wanting to kill one another, which would mean that they were all united under on common goal; perhaps they agreed that they needed money to enact any plans, perhaps they were told to work together by the head of their cult, perhaps they were all in ONE cult, and given freedom of choice...

Or perhaps, this was just an anomaly; a one off, unique event that could only happen because... nothing is impossible.

Getting sucked into a video game world is impossible, and yet I did.

So is this really the weirdest thing ever?

Yes... the answer remains yes, because I understood - as best as a horny Skyrim player could - that the Daedric Princes represented inside the game were some of the most divisive, uncooperative entities ever conceived, and for good reason.

They personify an entire CONCEPT, and sometimes... a concept cannot peacefully linger with other concepts.

Rape cannot linger in the same sphere as Order, and yet Molag Bal and Jyggalag were both Daedric Princes.

Or how Meridia likely despises Molag Bal for the creation of Vampirism, which is one of the strongest forms of undeath in the entire world.

However... perhaps because they are mortal, these cultists can put aside their patron's displeasures for one another and instead work towards a common goal.

A goal that might be something all the Princes can agree upon, perhaps?

Or something that amuses them greatly..?

Either way, I could only sigh as we continued to watch the various Nords, Bosmer, Orismer, Argonians and more work together to load up one boat and prepare another for departure, changing the flags around and turning it from a normal merchant ship into something laden with the East Empire Trading Company's symbols, making me wonder just what type of group we were dealing with.

Rayya and I observed for a few minutes more before debating whether or not we should retreat, only to grit our teeth as an arrow splintered against the rocks near us, accompanied by a shout.

"We know you're there, Redguards! Come out now, or we can come and get you..."

Exchanging a glance, Rayya and I sighed before standing up and approaching the collection of pirates and cultists, our hands raised to show we had no weapons in our hands as we walked up towards them, specifically towards the tall, lithe woman loosely holding a bow in her hands, her skin a palish green.

For a moment I believed her to be an Orismer, but instead when we got closer, I saw that she had scales covering her bare forearms and studding her upper arms, while her exposed throat and neck were covered in scales as well, though her face was entirely flesh.

It confused me, but I ignored it since - at the moment - what was more important was the myriad of weapons pointed our way, as well as some magic, which worried me more than the weapons.

"So, who might you two be, hm?"

Her voice was flat and scratchy, while her eyes were a beautiful green specked with gold, and as she tilted her head to appraise us, her long black hair was caressed by the wind, threatening to blow into her face.

On her neck, carved into the scales and rubbed with a black dye was an eight legged spider, inside of which was the Daedric letter for M, likely for Mephala.

"Concerned citizens of Skyrim, perhaps? Enjoyers of the colder yet peaceful climate of Dawnstar, worried that it might not remain that way for much longer~? Or-"

"Speak in circles, and I'll carve a circle into your skull, Redguard."

Chuckling, I shrugged my shoulders as I said "Very well then, milady~! Jeleia at your service, devoted and faithful of our Lord of Merry Making and Debauchery Sanguine~! As is my wondrous Thrall Rayya~!"

The cultists around me murmured quietly, while the woman in front lowered her bow, staring at me for a moment before asking "Mark. Where is it?"

I couldn't help but smile coyly at the woman as I reached up sensually - and slowly - for the collar of my shirt, asking "Would you prefer to see it up closer, milady~? It's in a rather... private spot~!"

Hooking my finger into the collar, I pulled it down a little and showed her the top of the large rose tattooed between my breasts, which made a few men and women around us gulp, which only made my smile widen.

But, the woman in front of me didn't seem to effected by it, just glancing at it briefly before looking back at my eyes, focusing on me...

"Alright! Get back to work, you fucks! We got a schedule to keep! You two, come with me. I'll take a... deeper look at you both."

Or maybe not~?

Eh, who cares~!