Next stop in Morthal was Falion. The guy was pretty hated here in Morthal. However his services were something to behold. He had some mysteries, but the man could cure vampirism. I had a feeling he was trying to deal with the vampires in Morthal.
So I made my way to his door and knocked on it. A small girl opened it. "Hello?"
I smiled, "Is Falion here? I understand he is your magic teacher correct?"
Her eyes widened and Falion moved to the door. "What is it you want?"
I gave a smile, "3 seers exist here in Morthal. Strange that there is 3 of them. I count... about 7 Seers in skyrim as a whole. 3 of those Seers are kids. Pretty neat isn't it."
Falion looked at me, "Who are you?"
Falion had traveled Oblivion planes according to some dialogue. So the man was skilled and experienced. So I decided to handle this straight. "My name is Vek Frostwane. I am from Atmora, the old Nord Continent. I even have the blood of the ancient snow elves running through me. That work for an introduction?"
Falion stared and moved out of the way. "Come in. However you do anything strange and I will send you into the furthest reaches of Oblivion. Agni, can you go play outside? Be careful and we will continue your lessons later."
She nodded, "I understand."
When she left Falion turned to me. "How did you know she was a Seer?"
I shrugged, "Elderscrolls."
He frowned, "Of course you got it from one of those."
He misunderstood my response, however that was kind of the point. I turned to him, "How do you preform that truth spell of yours?"
He remained calm. "It is in the conjuration school. Not exactly a truth spell, however I can understand how you would mistake it as one as a apprentice in the alteration school."
The two spell schools did or could overlap. However that seemed rather judgmental. "Fair enough. Truth be told I was asking to see if you had one. You are a man who has a lot of distrust. So I doubted my silver tongue could work on you."
He made a sound of acceptance. So I continued speaking, "My real reason for being here. Would you like to handle the vampires plague Morthal? With my help you can be more accepted into Morthal's circle. Now before you reject this. I don't mean so you can be a happy neighbor. I mean so they stop blaming you for every problem and accept you for what you are. Not for their prejudice. It would help your ward. Telling that the Jarl's son is a seer."
He eyed me, "What do you mean?"
I smiled, so he didn't know. "Joric the Jarl's son. He is a seer much like his mother. Much like your ward. He is far different from the three of two of them though. Instead of visions he has understanding. Knowledge he shouldn't which causes him to seem insane."
Falion looked at me confused, so i couldn't help but shake my head. "Come now, You have traveled oblivion. is it strange for individuals to play outside the bounds of Nirn? Outside of Aetherius itself?"
He looked even more uncomfortable. "What are you? Everything you said earlier was true. However what you are saying now completely contradicts that."
I smiled, "See this is why I like people with your abilities. You have been very informative about my own existence." The blank quest the one with nothing but a hint. It didn't update, however Falion's words gave me insight into it. Joric was sadly just a means to the end for that information. I shrugged, "So, wanna help me? I only need you to kill some vampires once I prove they are here in Morthal. Though you already know that."
Falion slammed his fist on the table ."You can't threaten me! Are you some kind of Daedra?"
I shook my head, "No, I am exactly as I said I was. However... I may be getting strung along by a daedra. However perhaps that is just the will of those above Daedra. Who knows! Besides I'm not threating you Falion. I am simply fulfilling my role as a player."
I smiled and it seemed to make him afraid. However my conversation with Falion proved many things to me. The Daedric princes will know I am in fact a player. Second as a player my existence was special. Third, the main quest of skyrim with the dragonborn was likely progressing. Fourth told me that the NPCs weren't just NPCs.
Perhaps I was dealing with some kind of Full Immersion VR psychosis. However at the same time. Everything felt too real. I had no memories before Elderscrolls Nirn. Since this was a beta. Perhaps that was contributing. At the end of the day... I wanted to test the limits, a person like Falion. Well he was perfect for that.
I turned away from Falion and grabbed the dor handle to leave. "Once I kill the vampire known as Alva. I suggest you follow me to the Jarl's home. I will then get them to gather a small brigade to kill the vampires in Movarth's Lair."
Falion clicked his tongue. So I took that as his acceptance. He would do as I say. He wanted the best for Agni after all. Even children needed freedom from responsibilities. He knew that, and it would help her increase her aptitude.
Now I suppose I should collect the piece of a daedric artifact hiding in this town. I likely would receive a quest once I obtain it. However I didn't plan on completing that quest. No matter how powerful that dagger would be.
I looked toward the mill. Sure enough I saw 3 men working there. Two I couldn't recognize. The third however was Jorgen. I took a long stride over to the lumber mill. "Hello?"
Jorgen looked over, "Aye, you are the merchant with the strange tree?"
I was glad he didn't mention how I showed up to Morthal naked. I was still a tad sour about losing my armor. As I now no longer had armor. Jorgen came down, "You wish to talk about something?"
I nodded, "A mixture. I have a request about the carriage that is being built. As well as a few other things."
I took out a drawing up of a mobile wooden box for Odine. I didn't want a carriage and I also couldn't take it into the city of Solitude. So I needed the transportation altered. I would also need to establish a little trust if I were to bring up something related to the Razor's Hilt. It is a piece of a daedric artifact associated with the daedric behind the oblivion crisis.
Jorgen looked over the picture. "Yeah, we can make something like this. It is basically a wooden pot with wheels and a handle to push it. You want us to fill it with dirt when the tree is placed within?"
I nodded, "That would be great! I got to say, I didn't expect you could do it. The woodcutters down in Falkreath said it wasn't possible. Made me rush across half of skyrim with the tree."
Jorgen looked away in embarrassment. "Eh, I've done most of the wood working around Morthal. Not much else to do other than ship the wood to Solitude. However those runs only ever occur once a month. What's with that tree by the way? Never seen anything like it."
I sighed, "Unless you've been to black marsh. I'd say so. Apparently it is a type of HIst. I doubt it though. That whole oblivion crisis deal is apparently the cause of the tree's weird looks."
He looked uncomfortable. However I had to lie to the man. "I'd say some would want to research the thing to prevent another oblivion crisis. The problem is most daedric artifacts drive you mad or are held by freaks. Unless the thing is a fragment of a daedric artifact... I'd say that be the only way to research that kind of thing. Which just leaves this tree."
Jorgen laughed uncomfortably. "Heh, yeah. My ancestors had some documented effect in the crisis. Somewhere along the way though they moved here to Morthal. I haven't really thought about since now."
I smiled, "Many have had ancestors involved with it. Best to leave the past to die or leave it to someone else. You only have one life after all. "
Jorgen coughed, "Haagh, Yeah. Look, I got to get back to work."
I smiled, "Do you want help? I got a little time."
Jorgen paused, "Yeah, alright. An extra set of hands for cutting would be great."