20demayo Chapter 376: Chapter XCIX: The Fateful Deed
Chapter 376: Chapter XCIX: The Fateful Deed
Chapter 376: Chapter XCIX: The Fateful Deed
Shor watches over the most judicious personage of It's Just Bob as they earned (and totally did not buy) their way into the Halls of Valor. They have joined the eternal feast, forevermore free of the mines.
Celebratory soup shall be distributed as is customary.
(General POV)
The great wyrm's shout shook the earth of Sovengarde but the heroes did not scatter as he wanted them to, instead only a few of them moving back and shouting at the skies to hold back the storm of meteors.
The rest of them wasted no time and charged at the beast as one, the famed hunters of their number aiming for his vulnerable spots with unerring accuracy, incapable of doing much damage but more than able in distracting the beast and disorienting it.
Their comrades, those armed with melee weapons of whom there was a far greater number, charged forth with no hesitation in their eyes and loud battle cries on their lips, the great Shield-Thane of Shor himself leading them at the fore, followed closely by Ysgramor of Atmora and Olaf One-Eye of Whiterun.
Minthara's very soul was screaming at her to follow them but she had better control than that, and awaited an opportunity with the rest of the tongues present that were not warding off the storm above them.
Alduin's snout shook violently as an arrow hit his empty eye-socket, doing no true damage but sending him reeling with a growl of pain, the fury in his remaining eye burning brightly. He reared back and suddenly burst forward, scything through a dozen heroes in a single movement and only getting stopped by Tsun's powerful axe-swings that made him swerve to the side and simply roll over a particularly unlucky swordsman.
Within the same movement, Alduin straightened himself and made an odd if still fearsome hop of the ground, his wings beating and the word of flight already at the tip of his tongue. Yet he would be given no opportunity to wreak havoc, as five voices joined as one and shouted ''''JOOR ZAH FRUL!!!"" cutting off his path and inflicting weakness upon his body.
Alduin's wings beat uselessly and he was sent falling to the ground, but he was unsurprised by this and immediately growled "SAHROT RAH SLEN" Sending new might flowing through his massive body and easily deflecting the slash of Olaf One-Eye aimed at his throat, crushing the ancient dragon trapper under his grip and leaving only a bloody smear.
His desire to gloat would have to wait though as the great axe Wuuthrad found itself lodged in the offending hand, shearing off a claw before the dragon could retaliate and even then he was held back by the dogged pursuit of Tsun, who brought his own axe to bear and warded off the lethal counter-strike aiming for Ysgramor's head.
The dragon's other limbs were not nearly as harried however, as his tail killed entire groups with each swing and his other claws rent the heroic souls asunder with each rapid grasp.
So enraged was he that he failed to notice a comparatively small shadow hovering above him, the shout of "KREN SLEN SOS!" slamming into his still weakened scales and cutting massive bloody gashes all across his body.
The World Eater howled and looked up just in time to see his prophesied nemesis falling upon him with crimson scales covering a good part of her face, her blue eyes narrowed in draconic slits and her hammer already mid-swing.
He moved to dodge aside, only to suddenly be slammed by a spike of earth-turned-steel that was not there a moment ago, his retreat was equally blocked as more and more of said spikes gouged small wounds into his sides, the entire spell easily recognized as coming from the winged figure above, one almost as hated as the Dovahkiin.
He could only raise both hands in defense, growling hatefully as his bones cracked under the weight of the enchanted hammer and began to mend themselves, and suffering a new slew of attacks to his sides.
The winged elf never stopped with his spells however, and Alduin knew that he would have to deal with him if he wanted to focus on his youngest sibling. His mind raced as he engaged in a rapid exchange with Minthara, their rapid exchange of shouts and strikes forcing the heroic band back, and when a blast of wind struck him in the snout he suddenly remembered that the elf had been unable to resist his manipulation of time.
Grinning hungrily, Alduin roared a simple "FUS RO DAH!" At his sibling, forcing her to turn ethereal for a moment to resist the thunderous force and immediately using the opportunity to chain into a follow-up shout "BO VEN LOK TIID!" His entire form blurring in an instant and launching him upward as the Dragonborn could do naught but watch while she awaited her shout's effects end.
But to his surprise, the elf was still moving at the exactly same speed, teleporting out of the way the moment the first letter of the whirlwind sprint came to Alduin's mind. Growling with annoyance, Alduin commanded "HAHDRIM VONUN!" And the elf suddenly turned a lot more cautious, moving around constantly and never standing in one place.
For all his accomplishment in countering the elf's capabilities, Alduin was not left unpunished for his words. Storms of fire ice and lightning came from every direction, the very air transforming into volatile Magicka which was then immediately hurled into the World Eater's hide only to be followed by another strike a moment later.
And as if that was not enough, Reyvin gleefully used Sovengarde's malleable nature to turn the very air Alduin was trying to use to shout into a sea of razorblades, very fragile by their own nature but more than enough to cause immeasurable pain to his opponent each time he took a breath.
Another series of Dragonrend shouts covered the skies, and Alduin was forced to move away, passing hundreds of meters in a split second and just barely managing to avoid getting clipped by Minthara's own shout.
His entire maw was now bleeding though, as he was made to use shout after shout to keep dodging the dragon-rending curse that would JUST. NOT. STOP. COMING. Such was his rage in that moment that he forsook his pride and used the immense reserves of Magicka piled within this divine form to impose his will upon the world.
All the blood which flowed from him stopped its fall and floated in the air, all of it elongating and turning to large cursed spears with only a nudge from his grand will, and aiming for the army of heroes below.
He did not bother aiming for the elf however, for all his power he knew he was not skilled enough to punch through his wards if he were defending himself alone, but if he were to target the entire defenseless army with cursed godsblood...
Just as he expected, the elf's eyes widened as he beheld the future of the army, and he immediately teleported to a hover just above ground, a massive ward covering all of them as he slammed his staff into the dirt.
And then all of the spikes aimed directly at him.
It was the difference of a millisecond that decided the fate of Alduin's gambit, as a metal figure formed behind the elf, taller than most mortals, and started piling ward upon ward upon ward in front of him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
But just as the spears were about to reach the ward, they all swerved to the side, all of them aiming to the Dovahkiin who was also trying to help her ally as best as she could. Her eyes, and those of the elf, widened briefly but not swiftly enough for them to react.
Much to Alduin's utter fury, others yet occupied the battlefield, and in an act of self-sacrifice bereft of any hesitation, Tsun shoved Minthara out of the way and was nearly turned to a smear of blood as almost every part of his form was struck with bloodspears.
As the World Eater allowed himself a short gloating huff at the death of the annoying guardian, Reyvin wasted no time on worry like Minthara did, and his eyes suddenly lit up with
a familiar glow of greenish blue cyan of the Eye of Magnus...
And then Sovengarde began to unravel.
A storm of purple flames began dancing in the skies, so great in numbers that the entire
horizon had been overtaken by the swirl of flaming bolts, the very sky they danced in becoming part of the apocalyptic spell, so much so that in that moment Sovengarde was almost turned into yet another star in the skies.
Reyvin grunted as his gauntlets started emitting a hissing noise and smoke began leaving them wherever it could, his rings so burdened by the Eye that he almost overdrew even with their specific enchantment hard at work.
And just as Sovengarde was about to well and truly pop under Magnus' gaze, Reyvin released
the spell.
Alduin's senses screamed at him that death was coming, and all he could do in that moment was roar out as many words as he could before the sea of flames struck him "ULSE QAH VIIR!" Followed swiftly by "STRUNMAH!"
A mere second had passed since the spell began forming, and he had no further time to prepare himself as the firestorm finally came upon him. The purple flames, cursed to Oblivion and back and charged with the aura of Mehrunes Dagon himself bit at Alduin's enhanced scales and burned harshly through his unhealing wounds, all he could do was keep curling closer and closer around himself in hopes of surviving as pain overwhelmed all of his senses.
It was that same pain which made him forget that he was facing an army, and a moment later he was slammed with another quintet of rend-curses, allowing the flames to cut through his scales and begin frying him alive.
His mind blanked, and the divine power he so proudly leashed to his will escaped its bounds, allowing even more fire to reach through his defenses and unleashing pure destruction upon
the land.
A hundred heroes practically disappeared as the wave of blackness struck their already reduced army, only the sudden appearance of a smoky-grey aura covering them preventing the rest of them from meeting such a fate.
Reyvin's crouched form panted as he forced more and more of his recently-enhanced divine aura forward, countering the wild release of what was effectively a wave conceptual 'end' energy as his mind could best describe it in its current rattled state. The spell had taken a lot out of him and he was still reeling from channeling so much Magicka through him that he went straight through the delicious high and into the hangover.
A wild berserk roar drew his eyes up and what he saw made him both grin and sigh at the same
So potent was the magic charged within the now disintegrated staff, that should Alduin
survive, he would never have wings nor a tail again.
'Not that I would ever permit something like that' I thought and reappeared next to my body,
slipping into it as if putting on a pair of socks and standing up. My illusion was gone and a
couple of the heroic huntsmen looked at me with widened eyes and then at the destruction below Alduin's body.
I paid them no attention however, as in a wild flail Alduin had just managed to push Minthara
away and his jaws were just about to grasp the form of Felldir, the only man still standing from the trio who banished him all those eras ago.
My hand was already grasping the Razor and mid swing when I cracked the increasingly
malleable space of Sovengarde, and appeared below him, ramming the whole thing into his gaping jaws and outright exploding his entire snout. The ensuing roar of pain was almost saddening to hear.
Minthara ignored the suddenness my presence for the moment, immediately taking the
opportunity and leaping up, her hammer held in both hands, before slamming it down atop Alduin's head and pulping the fucker's brains on the spot.
I was rather miffed then as his claws began swinging around wildly, ripping Felldir apart and
almost doing the same as Minthara had it not been for Ysgramor leaping in front of her and losing his left arm for the trouble.
"Well then" I mutter as I deflect a pathetically weak backswing of his left hand with Blasphemy "If the brain doesn't work then the heart will."
"Yes" I hear Minthara hiss next to me, still refusing to meet my eyes "Let us dig the black thing out!" And she leapt forward again, the spike of her hammer digging into the still flailing god's chest as she quite literally began digging through him with wide and powerful
swings.
My other staff, and my only staff now, extended in my hand and I began casting spell after spell. My Magicka was well and truly burnt out by now but the dregs could still affect the Sovengarde air enough to penetrate Alduin's weakened form, and especially his innards. Alduin's pained roars grow quieter with each moment, and in a last ditch attempt to save himself he tries to roll away and slam both his hands into his sides at the same time, inevitably pulping whoever was quite literally digging through him.
I allowed no such nonsense, as a syringe of Magicka potion slammed into my neck without a
care about the ensuing pain and I felt the power begin bubbling in my blood anew. Spikes rose from the ground, transforming from earth to iron to steel and then to orichalcum as I pushed my mind further than ever, some of them blocked Alduin's side, some blocked his hands, and some blocked the opening in his chest just in bloody case.
I effectively had him crucified by the time Minthara roared a roar of her own and quite literally
pulled the fucker's heart out, slamming it into the ground and delivering another swing into his neck just for good measure.
The battlefield turned dead silent then, and even before the remaining Nord heroes could
break into their loud cheering, the blood of Alduin's heart began flowing upwards, and then slammed into Minthara's chest.
Or at least the amulet hanging off it.
A downright unimaginable amount of power flowed into the Amulet of Kings and by the time
the storm of blood subsided, Minthara had slumped against Alduin's dead head and a new gem could be seen glinting in the ancient symbol of Akatosh's favor.
All the Nords were kneeling now, even those who had their brains hanging from their heads.
And then her eyes met mine and the air around me went cold.
Before I could so much as blink I was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, quite literally as I
could hear my bones creaking "Mercy!" I croaked as Minthara decided to 'hug' me even closer
and promptly knee me in the dick.
All I got in response to my pained groan was a cruel and emotionless glare accompanied by a
thin smile which held no warmth. Only the hidden hunger in the depths of those blue eyes
made me think I was not about to die, though I would no doubt come close.
It would seem I was indeed in terrible danger.
SAHROT RAH SLEN = Might God Flesh
KREN SLEN SOS Break Flesh Blood
BO VEN LOK TIID = Fly Wind Sky Time
HAHDRIM VONUN = Mind Unseen
ULSE QAH VIIR = Forever (or Eternal in this context) Hide/Armor Undying
STRUNMAH = Mountain
JOOR KRIIN ZAH FRUL = Mortal Slay Finite Temporary
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