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Title says everything (please redirect me if there's another similiar topic active already).

Mine:
Rise to Reality/The Jerall Mountains has been playing almost every time I'm joining a faction, and EVERY TIME when I'm joining a warrior based faction (such as House Redoran and Companions). This doesn't work in Oblivion though, since the city music system is more strict in it than it is in Skyrim.

Becoming Divine Crusader. My favorite DLC is by far Knights of the Nine, so far.

Jauffre rushed through the broken door, mindless of whomever may have been inside, and trotted up the stairs. Martin and I followed close behind, looking around the house to ensure no lurkers remained. Once assured that we were indeed alone, I proceeded up the stairs with the priest in tow.

I looked back. "How are you faring?"

"You need not be concerned with me. I will follow you wherever the path requires us to go."

"Good. What I was asking is if you were hungry." I grabbed a strawberry from a table set at the head of the stairway and took a bite. There was a room hidden behind a bookcase I wasn't allowed to search for during my first visit. Jauffre rushed out with a hint of panic in his voice.

"The Amulet of Kings is gone! All is lost!"

"Point of fact: I never lost it while I was holding onto it. It's gone after I gave it to you. So, in the grand scale of things— Me: Epic. You: Fail."

Martin interposed himself between me and the Grandmaster. "We have no time for quarrels. Jauffre, are we safe now?"

"I truly think nowhere is completely safe. But, yes, Cloud Ruler Temple. The fortress of the Blades high in the Jeralls. It is as good a bastion as any other."

"Then off to Cloud Ruler Temple, shall we?"

"Wait." Jauffre held up a hand. "Discretion is our byword in this journey. To all passers-by we must look like nothing more than clerics on simple pilgrimage. Sergeant Serein's attire, I'm afraid, will invite too many questions as to why a Cheydinhal County Ranger is so far west of her jurisdiction."

"Oh, no!" I exclaimed. "Surely, Grandmaster, you can't be serious."

"I am serious. And don't call me—"

"—Grandmaster. I got it. Incognito."

I found a set of green travelling robes in my absurdly large knapsack. Juxtaposed between Martin's priestly grey garb and Jauffre's brown monk's robes, we were quite a motely bunch. We ventured out into the night and strolled to the stables. The autumnal shades of the Orange Road were muted by the moons' light, but it did give us a clear view of the Imperial road which carried us quickly into the mountains.

A bend in the road, ensconced with rails above a sheer drop, gave us a magnificent sight of the Imperial City gleaming bright in the night.

Before I could mention to my companions how well that rhyme fell into place, Jauffre opened his mouth and ruined the moment.

"Of all memory you may have of ever visiting that great city, Brother Martin, know that you should add one more to that tally. Though you may have been far too young to recall it, you did spend at least one night high inside White Gold Tower."

"Thank you, Jauffre. And you, Casandra, have you ever seen the inside of the city's walls?"

"Yes. Though I was much more interested in seeing the outside of those walls during that visit."

"I do not understand."

"I want you to like me. So I'm glad you don't."

The higher we traveled, the snowier it got. I was beginning to think that wearing draughty open-skirted robes to this place was going to be a bad idea. I was right. We reached Cloud Ruler Temple by daybreak, and the gates opened at our approach. No challenge, no password. Nothing. No small wonder as to why the entire royal family bit the big one under the watch of the Blades.

Five minutes later Jauffre, Martin and I stood at the head of a column of Blades as they raised their curved sabers and shouted "All hail the Dragonborn! All hail Martin!"

It was— awkward. Martin's response, equally so. I didn't care. The heir to the throne was with his soldiers, and surely the pooled resources and intelligence of the Empire's greatest spies could accomplish the task that needed to be done...

"You have done the Empire a great service..." said Jauffre.

Uh oh.

"...and proven yourself worthy enough to be counted among the Blades."

I just wanna go home. This robe is smelly.

"Will you aid us in fighting the evil that is surely to come?"

We get paid for this, right? Right?

"Then, as Grandmaster, I declare you a Knight Sister of the Blades."

Lucien is not going to like this one bit...