In which the Moth Priest is enthralled, Alexius remembers that he is a huge nerd, and Malkus gets a taste of his own medicine.

A/N: It has been brought to my attention that this story has a plot hole that needs to be filled - namely, the reason why Malkus wound up in the Ashpit. The explanation is as follows: Malacath's claim overrode Molag Bal's because it was stronger (fuelled by the Orc girl's anger and desire for revenge, since Malacath is the patron of all those scorned). I thought about mentioning it in the actual story, but then decided that meeting your sworn enemy after decades of waiting for him in the afterlife is hardly an opportune moment for giving detailed lore exposition.

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Uncharted Lands - Chapter 21Gods alone know what Romlyn was thinking of when Serana took his hand and began charging up her portal magic, but when the oval window of purple light spits the Bosmer and the vampires out, they find themselves sliding rapidly along the slanting side of some building's roof. Serana barely has time to conjure a barrier before they are flung right over the edge. They bump into it, Yalanwen 'Oof'ing softly and Serana almost biting off the tip of her tongue with her own vampiric fangs; and their faces get smooshed against the cold, wobbly wall of magic as if it were a pane of glass.
'Well, we're off to a nice start,' Yalanwen says jokingly, after she has caught her breath and yanked out a sharp bit of straw that dug deep into her palm.
'Wait... What's that?'
Having quickly patched up her hand with a healing spell, she points ahead to draw the attention of the spitting, hissing Serana to a procession of small bright dots travelling through the darkness below.
Serana squints, her keen yellow

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Uncharted Lands - Chapter 23Malkus lies dead on the ground, a broad stripe of dark bruises collaring his greyish-green neck; and a few paces away from him, rests Serana, who had to lay herself down limply after reverting from her winged form. As soon as the Orc's ice spell wears off and Yalanwen and Gideon can move again, the little Bosmer - her hair and armour now slightly soaked in thaw water - rushes to the vampiress' side, throwing herself on her knees and sliding against the floor like an overzealous bard that breaks his lute towards the end of a performance, and clasps Serana's hands in hers.
'Are you all right?' she asks, unable to keep up even breaths due to the coils of anxiety beginning to tighten around her heart and lungs. 'Are you badly hurt? Gods, that was some fierce battle! You risked your life while we couldn't even lift a finger to aid you! At least... Nod if you can hear me, pretty please?.. Goodness, you are so cold!'
'I am a vampire, you silly thing, I am supposed to be cold,' Serana smiles w