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[Divayth Fyr reconstructed the last thoughts of the emperor crab Ald'Skar in Ald'ruhn, after he found the last fragments of the soulgem, which Addibal Assurdidairan use to capture its soul.]

The last thoughts of Skar

by Divayth Fyr

The mash of the formerly gold-eyed-golden, riding on their horse crab was nervpath-stultifying for the emperor crab. Through its connection to the ashes it felt almost every move. Each crawl of the one-eyed worms, every knock knock knock with the tail of the small white crabs which are going to become the egg-crabs. And even the destructive march of the crab-wearing beings. But the emperor crab remained in its safe hideout in the mountain Skar. It bothered it that it did not know what was happened to the other of its kind. No one responded to the telepathic call attempts of the third stage, which is not allowed to go unanswered by the protocols of Impieratar, how the crabs should be actually called, otherwise warnings of nearer comingred wet can not be forwarded. And yet it was not answered, what the crab Ktulchu-ne-Skar only allowed to conclude that his Impieratar brothers and sisters either romp to eternal sand or they accepted the offer of the red land and wet crabs and could change, to escape the blood-eyed blacks.

The trampling on the ash becomes thicker. There are many blacks. Too many. Ktulchu-ne-Skar may not show up. That would be its end, that it knews it. Once again she tried telepathy:

"Damoh! Schupal-ne-Ashur! Ih Damo! Schupal? Ahn-ne-Khartag! Damoh! Impieratar! Vetit! Click, click, click! Ktulchu-ne-Skar tre Damoh!"

No one answered. At least no one correct. Only Praklion-ne-Vvardenfell answered from the source of the daedly red wet. But as always his answer was the pairing of pain from the red wet and madness, caused by a metallic sound architect. But it got even an answer. Of the black:

"He has called! Skar has launched. The N'wah must be here somewhere! "

"Sho yourself, crab! Offering us a climactic battle against your kind!"

"Not provoke him! He will be our new home. We should treat him with due respect. "

Ktulchu-ne-Skar wished it could understand what these blacks say. Then it could tell them, what he thinks of them. Ktulchu is old. Nearly older than Praklion-ne-Vvardenfell who was present when the fleshy origin of red wet fell from the sky and split into the deadly red and hard purple. He had a good life and he don't managed to get to the red crabs.

"Use the horn!"

Ktulchu-ne-Skar would sigh when his chitin body would allow such a just ideal matching, pointless function. The Horn of the black came and brought all of the ash within 7 Impieratar to vibrate. Vibrating hurts, oh how it hurts! The pain was tremendous. It was much more intense through the ash, which was above, below, beside and behind of Ktulchu-ne-Skar. The pain was incredible. After moments that seemed like a complete experience, the pain was gone.

"Again!"

And the vibrate came back. Ktulchu-ne-Skar thought about, as he tried to defy the pain, how it could come so far. The blacks, when they were gold, entered Impieratar-Vvardenfell, the dead body of Vvardenfell-ne-Nirn, father of Solstheim-ne-Nirn, and one of the 13 great-crabs of the ball of liquid time. The Impieratar let the refugees benevolently on the body of Vvardenfell-ne-Nirn like they set the tone architects even inside the body. But what did the soon-Black? They remained lying on the body, without let the Impieratar know and were then trampled! An accident meant that now all other Impieratar are dead. NO!For Nirn, no! Ktulchu-ne-Skar has pronounced the death of other Impieratar, and thus it became a reality! They are dead. No doubt. The crab-rider explained this so! The Impieratar have recognized the being as a dream and now affect him in a primitive way! Where are the crab rider, and much important Artaeum-ne-Nirn, her mount, when you need them? They're all dead.

Ktulchu-ne-Skar realized that the former-gold had already won. To the wet he did not make it and the other Impieratar are dead. So why not even have fun. When the pain and the vibration, which is the same stopped, Ktulchu-ne-Skar broke from his mountain Skar and showed itself to the blacks. But they did nothing. Normally they would now throw their fire or their sticks after Ktulchu-ne-Skar. But she waved her arms and flags. Yes, Ktulchu-ne-Skar know yourselves, Redoran. Your symbol is the corpse of Ktulchu-ne-Skars producer. They wagged their cloth banners over and over again. But they did not attack. Until Ktulchu-ne-Skar saw them from up close. From the hills of, the blacks climbed at him with tendrils up! They stabbed the tank, without success. But what is that? One of them is much, much weighty than the other. He wears a black and red armor of other-ne! He rose to the chitin-way under Ktulchu-ne-Skar eyes and nostril and hit it. The pain! It was stronger than any vibration pain. It did not hurt everywhere, but only where the silver hit the chitin.

Ktulchu-ne-Skar threw itmself immediately and instinctively to the back, turned, dug in, and re-emerged from the ashes. The blacks fell down from his chitin and lay in ashes, only the heavy not. Ktulchu-ne-Skar looked around and could not find him, because he was already in Ktulchu-ne-Skars inside.

"Calm down, Skar."

"Where the voice come from? Who are you?"

"I am Addibal Assurdidairan. I am here to kill you. "

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you have attacked us."

"It was an accident."

"That's not important. But I recognize the majesty of your race and will help you. "

"How?"

"With a painless death."

Addibal Addurdidairan took out his great soul gem and rammed him into Ktulchu-ne-Skars heart. it dropped instantly in the Ash, moveless and saw only blackness.

When he opened his eyes, Ktulchu-ne-Skar was where he remembered. But around it was not just the blacks, but also the other-ne. He looked around. Right in front of him was a settlement of blacks, living in chitin-houses of crabs.

"Ald'ruhn is under attack!"

"Ald'skar has awakened! Our chance! Attack!"

And unwittingly hastened Ktulchu-ne-Skar to the front and attacked, but not the blacks, who had attacked him earlier, but the other-ne. Even when he wanted to attack a black man, he could not. Then he saw an old black in the armor of the other-ne, with a glowing stick in his hand.

"Skar! Attack! "

And Ktulchu-ne-Skar attacked, as there is no tomorrow. He was connected to the black, with the name Divayth-ne-Fyr. His command was Ktulchu-ne-Skars action. He struggled, hour to hour. Very quickly noticed Ktulchu-ne-Skar, that he was not connected, but tied. Like an ordinary animal. He was a slave! The greatest disgrace that could experience by a Impieratar. He managed to become one of the major Oht-goals and the ash vibrated, stronger than ever.

"Siege engine!"

"Skar! Stoppin '! "

Roared Divayth-ne-Fyr and Ktulchu-ne-Skar saw it as his chance. He had already completed with his life, a few moments ago, when the blacks had attacked him. He jumped with all his legs in the Oht-Gate and the machine pierced through his holy chitin. His countless arms clung to the Oht and pressed Ktulchu-ne-Skar from the red of the Oht, back in the ashes, but the machine was too strong, it killed Ktulchu-ne-Skar, for the second time. But when a Impieratar dies, it is not immediately dead. He is paralyzed. The death of a Impieratar takes average 12 hours. Enough time to prevent others Impieratar be able to gather together, and gif the dying all the speaks what they want to say and need to do. But there was no other Impieratar more. And therefore Ktulchu-ne-Skar saw Ald'ruhn was overrun slowly but surely. The last bit of justice for the last living Impieratar. But then he heard it.

"Ktulchu-ne-Skar. Ahn na! Artaeum-ne-Nirn. "

Artaeum-ne-Nirn was still alive and was telepathically connected to Ktulchu-ne-Skar. He accompanied Ktulchu-ne-Skar the last two hours of his life.