20demayo Chapter 247: Side Quest III (finale): A Fateful Meeting
Chapter 247: Side Quest III (finale): A Fateful Meeting
Chapter 247: Side Quest III (finale): A Fateful Meeting
The moment I touched the amulet the feeling that had been pulling me here reached a crescendo, the sheer certainty I felt within myself blinding all of my other senses only to disappear completely as I felt what I can only describe as a *Click* within my soul, signaling the end of a soulbinding ritual.
And I knew then and there that my fate was sealed, for good or ill.
The amulet disappeared for a split second before reappearing around my neck, hanging snugly just above the amulet of Mirkul Gaudursson, a sense of confidence and assurance flowing out of it and toward my heart.
The snapping of fingers brought me out of my thoughts as my eyes focused on a very confused Altmer, staring at me with an odd mix of exasperation and... awe. Unable to control his curiosity he points at the amulet and whispers "By all the gods, is that...?"
I nod "Yes." And that was all that needed to be said, for no one of worth would be unable to recognize the Amulet of Kings.
"It seems to be... missing a bit." Marco points out carefully.
"The Chim-El Adabal was shattered, yes." I nod again, and what an absolutely frightening realization it was that it was done by my own ancestor Martin Septim "But I feel that finding the frame was merely the first step to all this."
"So... ummm..." Marco scratches the back of his head "What do I call you now? Your Highness? Your Imperial Majesty?" He pretends to be nervous but I notice the glint of amusement in his eyes.
I huff "An Empress is nothing without an empire, and besides just having the bloodline does not mean I immediately get to sit on the throne."
"You don't merely have the bloodline" He points at me childishly "You are an actual Dragonborn, divine right to rule and all."
"And I am sure the masses will trample over each other to bow before me" I drawl, causing him to let out an amused snort at the image "And even if I wanted to rule we have more important things to worry about."
He fails to suppress a wince at that "Ah yes, can't have an empire if it gets eaten by an angry god."
"Something has been bothering me ever since we left Skyrim." I mutter after a brief silence "Just before we left Reyvin called me and I quote "Miss Early-beard""
Marco looks up and exclaims "Hjalti Early-beard as in Tiber Septim? Do you think he knew?" "Obviously" I roll my eyes "Why else would he call me that?"
"To fuck with you?" He snips and we both let out a snort at that.
"That was no doubt one of the reasons." I agree with some amusement "But something tells me he knew all along, much like he knew about me being Dragonborn."
"But how?" Marco asks "How would he ever know that?"
"I would say it was the Elder Scroll but that can't be it since he found me before that..." I trail off "He did get very good at being a seer after that but do you think he was able to do it even before?"
"What, like some kind of spontaneous vision due to his heritage?" He asks, prompting a nod "I guess he could have seen something and wanted to make sure you had the best chance possible. Even if he can be a bit of an asshole he is a good person and probably wants to stop the end of the world just as much as you do."
"Probably more." I sigh, remembering his constant preparations "It still makes me uneasy that he knows so much and I don't."
"He said it himself." Marco points out "If he just dropped it all on your shoulders before you were ready you would have simply crumbled under the pressure."
"I would not!" I retort almost on instinct but immediately stop as I see Marco raising his hands placatingly.
"I don't mean you as you are now." He patiently explains "I mean the you he found in the sprawl. The hopeless thief who just found out the world was far bigger than she originally believed."
I slowly exhale and let my frustration deflate "Yeah... I guess you are right there." A moment later a grin spreads on my face "Now that he no longer has that excuse I am so going to interrogate him when we return."
"Good luck with that one, I will be safely a city away while the two of you talk." Marco chuckles "And speaking of our dreadful dark overlord, don't you think it is odd how he seems to behave both young and old at the same time?"
The question gives me pause and I mutter "He has been dealing with all of this for far longer than we were..."
Marco sucks in a bit of air "Damn, no wonder he can be so unhinged at times."
"Speaking about it won't give us any answers right now." I sigh and slowly get up "Let's search the place and get moving, Skyrim is over a month away on foot and we better start early."
My eyes snap to one of the unfolded letters on the table, the emblem of the three-eyed beetle with a blade under it marked in a very familiar purple sitting proudly at its end 'Gods damn it
Reyvin!' I curse mentally.
(Reyvin's POV)
I narrow my eyes and look toward the southwest "Did someone proclaim their undying love
for me again?" I mutter.
'Nah pops, that was just your ego' Scorch chirps.
'Ah, of course.' I nod imperiously and turn to Serana "Everything ready on your end?"
She pats herself down and mentally searches her oblivion storage before nodding "Checked
three times over."
"Capital!" I clap my hands "Davos?"
"The Falmer and Moth Priest have already moved out." He informs me "I've had Karsus up
the recruitment drive and we've raised security wherever we could. Unless we get a dragon on
our asses we will be fine."
"Don't jinx it" I point at him and he pales slightly "What of the Dawnguard?"
"Isran has already started multiple raids on known Volkihar lairs." Davos shrugs "Won't do
much but it will serve well enough as a distraction."
"Which is the entire point" I deadpan to which he simply shrugs once again.
"Shouldn't we get moving?" Serana interjects "I don't want my father catching wind of this."
"Very well then" I nod and clap my hands "Let us go get us a scroll!"
"And my mother." Serana deadpans.
"Yes, yes of course. The scroll and the scary vampire lady." I roll my eyes, grab her shoulder
and magically yank us to Solitude.
The creature guards the passage forward
Its eyes filled with greed for stone
Pay the toll or face the troll.
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