Crawling Chaos...

He reaches Charlotte and brings his sword down, the blade going through her but not eliciting the feeling you'd expect, nor the sight of bloodshed... "Illusion!?" he yelps as his feet slip on the ice buried under the snow.

As he falls, a shadow appears above him as a heavy wall of ice forms, the thing tipping over and falling on him, threatening to crush him into pulp. He's unable to raise his shield however as spears of ice sprout from the ground, attempting to run him through.

"WAIT! NO!"

*CRASH!*

*SPLATTER!*

Red and green dyes the snow as the Afflicted Champion's body implodes as if caught in a blender, or a hydraulic press.

Charlotte's form materialises nearby as the invisibility wears off, the girl stepping over and making the ice all melt, revealing Shieldbreaker to her. She touches with her foot, sending it to Clavicus Vile.

"How did you know you'd find a Champion in Riften?" the vampire living in the Chain of Arkmis asks his companion.

Charlotte shrugs her shoulders, "Many people, there was bound to be one." she quietly says.

"Well... Find somewhere safe and look at your wounds, drink a Cure Disease potion too. Catching anything from one of Peryite's will not be fun. I assure you."

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While all of this was happening...

Around the East of Dragon Bridge Village a normal-looking mud crab slowly makes its way along the derelict roads... Well, normal apart from the large Daedric staff tied to its back.

No one had encountered it on its journey yet, but one unlucky soul had decided to see his family despite the ominous Blood Moon hanging overhead.

...

"... Mud crab?" Marcus mutters to himself as he spots a small figure making its way down the road, he was tempted to give up his journey due to the strange sight, but figures one easily mud crab didn't pose a threat to him...

Unfortunately, as soon as he got into range to see the staff tied to its back, his fate was already sealed... The Wabbajack abruptly fires a red bolt at the man, causing a purple explosion to ring out, enveloping him and displacing him, sending him to Oblivion and swapping him with a Dremora who appears in his stead.

"WHO SUMMONS..." the Dremora trails off as he looks down at the mud crab, only to drop to his knees as soon as he spots the Wabbajack. "LORD SHEOGORATH! I-"

The Wabbajack fires again, covering the Dremora in another bout of purple smoke... Once it clears, the true horror of the situation becomes apparent...

Two mud crabs make their way down the road, everyone unaware that this was only the beginning. The Beginning of the long, pinching, clawing death...?

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Elsewhere in a tavern in Whiterun, two sweaty people stumble out of their inn room after hours of sex and debauchery... The Champions of Sanguine and Namira had completely ignored the competition and decided to enjoy themselves, knowing that no other Champion would be on their tail yet.

"You rut like a dog in heat... You almost wore me out." Eola remarks as she and the Champion of Sanguine, Prixus sits at the bar and orders a few rounds of ale.

"I am a man of many virtues, yet, you still managed to outlast me, woman..."

Hulda, the inn owner, serves their drinks and begins cleaning a dirty tankard, "The whole inn is aware of your 'virtues', never heard a man squeal like a woman before... You sure you weren't the one being stuck?"

Prixus lets out a sigh, "You know, if you weren't the one serving my drink I'd have crushed your head for that."

Hulda chuckles, unaware that the man wasn't joking...

*CRASH!*

Suddenly, the doors to the Bannered Mare are smashed into splinters as many Vigilants of Stendarr charge inside, quickly surrounding Eola and Prixus while the other patrons of the inn flee.

"Daedra worshipping scum! Surrender yourselves and those foul artifacts and we may be lenient!" a heavily armoured man leading the group demands.

Prixus levies an analytical eye at them, "How did you know we were here? Surely you couldn't tell our identities by the sound of our merry-making?"

Eola sniffs derisively at him, "I told you carrying around that damned staff was stupid!" she says, gesturing at the Sanguine Rose sitting next to Prixus.

"Ah, well, I couldn't very well hide the gift of my Lord. Even someone as tolerant as Lord Sanguine wouldn't endure such a slight... Besides, it isn't like they wouldn't have noticed all the missing people you've been engorging yourself on..."

Eola scowls, "Fool, you say this in front of our arch-enemies! Are you such a dullard that you think only with your lower head!?" she angrily says, eyeing the surrounding Vigilants who were taken off-guard while observing the couple's spat.

"Bah, they already know, if they knew a servant of Namira was here then-" he pauses at the Vigilant's now even more cautious stances, the group only now seemingly realising that two separate Daedra worshippers were present. "Eh, forgive me for the time being? I suspect we may be in trouble." he says, grabbing Sanguines Rose and funnelling magic into it, causing portals to Oblivion to open up all around the inn, causing many heavily armoured Dremora to appear in the seats that were left vacant by the previous patrons.

"MORTALS!" x10, all of the Dremora shout simultaneously as they recognise that they'd been summoned... And in the midst of what looked like a battle too.

The lead Vigilant of Stendarr takes a tentative step back from the small army of Dremora, each of them looking more deadly than the last. "Well, shit..."

"S-sir. We should retreat and gain aid of the town guard." one of his men whispers as the Dremora stand and prepare their weapons.

"Yeah... We'll do that... MEN! FALL BACK AND SHIELD WALL THE ENTRANCE!" he shouts as the enemy charges.

"RRAAAAGH! DIE MORTALS! PEEEERISH!"