The realms of existence are many, all equal and connected. From Heaven, to Valhalla, to even the lowest plane of Oblivion, all are woven together in a web of flowing energy and life, even if some scholars believe otherwise. As they are all connected, so too, may things travel between realms using said connections, and they may be as mundane as a stray thought, to as unique and awe-inspiring as a comet. Of course, it takes very special conditions for an object to traverse the area between realms, those conditions being the 'alignment' between planes, and a large amount of energy being expended.

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Hircine sat upon his throne, unsatisfied with his Great Hunt. His prey had taken its own life, and Hircine's fun with it. Never before had this happened, and for once in his life, the Huntsman was at a loss. On one hand, he considered hosting another Hunt, on the other, he was curious to try the methods of another Prince for entertainment, hunting again would promised certain relief, but he held doubts about its ability to satisfy him. He resolved to make his decision later, he more pressing matters at hand.

Every generation, the Daedric Princes hold a meeting in Sanguine's grand dining hall. This meeting serves almost no purpose, other than conversation and planning amongst themselves to coordinate events within or between their respective circles of government or influence. The only thing this meeting has ever accomplished was use a few days of the Princes' time, though Sanguine did enjoy the refreshments the Princes brought with them.

Said Prince of Debauchery rose to welcome the other Princes. “Ah, arriving as a group I see, always nice to see party guests planning ahead,” He gave with mirthful sarcasm. “But, it's never good to see you Dagon, you tend to kill the mood.” A round of laughter filled the room, most mortals never imagined the Princes ever joking with one another.

“But it is nice to see you without a whore under each arm, Sanguine.” Dagon took jokes in stride. “But enough humor, I believe we all have something important to discuss.” Every Prince nodded, knowing exactly what the Prince of Destruction was referring to: Alduin the World Eater. Such a threat as him would prove the end of them all.

“I don't see why you're worried,” Azura, Prince of Dawn and Dusk, began “I have seen the mortal, born of Akatosh's Dragon Blood, who will slay him.” Just like that, every Prince relaxed a little bit, Azura had the gift of prophesy, and if she saw no threat, the other Princes took her word for it. “In fact, I believe you're familiar with this one, Dagon, concerning your razor?”

“Little bastard stabbed me in the back.”

“I think I'm starting to like this mortal.” The Prince of Deceit, Boethiah, chimed in.

The conversation didn't continue on its intended path for much longer, leaving the Princes to do as they please for the time being. Hircine was enjoying a glass of Sanguine's favorite wine and having a pleasant chat with Azura about the goings on of Nirn.

“The Dragonborn shows promise, I haven't seen such potential since Dagon tried to take Tamriel.” Azura and Hircine both had a slight smile as they recalled the Champion. “I'm certain he'll fair well for himself in the trying time ahead of him.”

“I certainly hope so, the World-Eater is bad news for all of us. Definitely in regards to our fun with mortals, and I do so love their hedonistic worship.” Sanguine made himself an uninvited addition to the Prince's conversation. “And speaking of exploits, what have the two of you been up to?” Sanguine's overenthusiastic question didn't sit well with Hircine, he knew just where Sanguine was taking this.

Azura's answer was straight to the point: a Dunmer had recovered her Star and cleansed it of the soul occupying it. “What of yourself, Hircine?” She asked, she already picked up on his bad mood, and seemed genuinely concerned. “I'm certain it was enjoyable.”

“Yes, Huntsman, do tell.” Sanguine grinned as he leaned in.”I'm just dying to hear.”

Hircine's mouth curled in displeasure, a look that rarely appeared on his face. “An Imperial thought it would be clever to spear himself during my Hunt, denying me the pleasure. If he wasn't dead, I'd kill him for his treachery.” It wasn't often the Huntsman was angry, agitated, yes, but not angry. “Come to laugh at my failure, Sanguine? To insult my skill at my namesake? Nothing you could say would be worse than what I've put myself through.” Hircine wasn't angry, no, he was pissed.

“No need to pounce, Huntsman, I'm not here to rub it in.” The Prince of Debauchery gave a small purr. “I'm here to help, and I know just the thing to cheer you up.” He pulled up a seat, “Have you ever considered letting one your hounds loose in different world? Sheogorath did once, Discord, I think the little monster's name was.”

“Just what would he be hunting? Is there worthy prey?” Hircine found the prospect interesting, Sanguine decided to wedge his foot in the metaphorical doorway.

“Oh, wondrous things: manticores, dragons, giant bears, I also know this world has an incredible number of mages, fine hunting, wouldn't you say?” Sanguine's grin couldn't have gotten any larger. “The arrangements can be made now, the realm is the closest to Nirn it has been in a millennium.”

Hircine pondered this for a moment. But in truth, he was sold the moment Sanguine mentioned the dragons. Only two words further were spoken between the two Princes.

“Do it.”