Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 241: Chapter XLV: A Cavernous Showdown

Chapter 241: Chapter XLV: A Cavernous Showdown



(Reyvin's POV)

'That is a lot of n'wahs' Scorch whistles in my mind.

'And their power is nothing to scoff at' I comment idly, mentally going over my stock of potions and tossing a couple of them to passing Dawnguards.

Isran stops barking orders for a moment and asks "What can you see?"

I focus harder on my sight and my lips thin slightly "Over a hundred approaching at full speed, many of them respectably powerful. It would seem that we were expected."

Isran immediately rounds on Serana, though he manages to keep himself from acting too aggressively "Do you have something to do with this?" He asks grimly.

Before Serana can deliver her probably scathing retort Mephys interrupts with a giggle "Ah, what sweet paranoia" She licks her lips "Please do let it take over, I would love to see you humiliated."

He grunts out a couple of rather unkind words but thinks better of pressing the issue in our current situation and instead looks at me "Control your servants Dagoth." And walks off toward his men.

"Don't worry, she knows not to act up" I quip, earning myself a pout from Mephys.

"Do you think Harkon suspects our involvement?" I ask Serana.

She nods with a deep frown "Without a doubt. He is nowhere near as foolish enough to miss my betrayal by now."

"Unsurprising" I sigh "One does not live as long as he did by being an idiot."

"For all his pride he knows not to draw attention or act without caution" Serana agrees with a mix of irritation and firmly ingrained fear.

"Any idea on who he might have sent?" I ask as I position my shades around the entrance while summoning several Dwemer crossbow spheres alongside Gatecrasher and commanding them to take the high ground where possible. Mephys had already disappeared alongside Dexion, best make sure that the reason we were even here didn't get chopped up in the fighting.

She spends a brief moment thinking about "Fura Bloodmouth" She says with quite a bit of certainty "His prized bloodhound, and a rather powerful warrior. Thankfully she has no care for anything except fighting but that also makes her especially dangerous in close quarters."

"Great, another ridiculously fast beast." I groan "Why can't it be a mage? I haven't had a proper duel in ages."

'Careful what you wish for pops'

It took them only a minute to close in and notice the scattered corpses and vampire ash, at which point they sped up and barged into the cave, completely uncaring about more traps and other hazards.

'Well she did say Harkon's servant was a bloodhound' I shrug lazily and toss what remained of a cigar.

A moment later a figure wearing red Volkihar styled plate armor and wielding a massive moonstone axe rushes into the chamber, more vampires following after her and a figure clad in black and gold robes slinking in behind them.

'The fucking Thalmor' I grouse and focus all of my sight on the extra baggage.

'Sheesh, that is a lot of Magicka.' Scorch whistles.

Just as she is about to wordlessly attack, Fura notices Serana and stops in her tracks, her servants following suit. "Lady Serana" The bloodhound greets as politely as a beast can "Your father has invited you back home."

"And you can shove that invitation down his throat" Serana retorts without even looking at her, though from the slight twitch in her hand I could tell the response took a lot of courage.

"I am afraid that wasn't a request. I was told to bring you in, you don't need your legs for that." Fura smiles gleefully, her eyes snapping to me and then to her Thalmor companion "Mortal, deal with the mage."

"You do not command me, beast." A very pleasant female voice retorts with all the disdain one might expect from Thalmor nobility.

"Yet you will do so anyways." Fura offers her a bloodthirsty grin and looks back to me, a slight brush against my mind that I easily shrug off telling me just how uncaring she was about anything other than battle "Where is the priest?" she asks, likely only to get it off her list.

"Dead." I respond with the full force of Mephala's blessing, causing the vampire to pause in frustration.

"Can you deal with the bloodhound?" I quietly ask Serana.

Her response is filled with a surprising amount of excitement, and an understandable amount of bloodthirst "Oh, you can leave her to me."

Before she could even blink my fangs pierced her throat and the disgusting blood of Molag flowed down my throat, tasting of the sweetest nectar. My wounds healed in seconds, my spine connecting with a dull snap.

I stood up, my mind clearer than ever and my veins bursting with power.

(Reyvin's POV, start of the fight)

My throat burns only slightly as I force the hangers on apart from their leaders, Serana

wasting no time in lunging at Fura and drawing her away from the Thalmor and myself.

"Now that the mooks are gone, care to introduce yourself?" I ask with fake politeness, my words suffused with Mephala's blessing.

The Thalmor studies me for a moment before smiling slightly "But of course, those of power

should be respectful even as enemies."

'Yeah, right' Scorch rolls his eyes from his seat atop my shoulder.

"I am Lady Naerys" She proclaims proudly, a beautifully crafted staff of moonstone materializing into her hand "And you are Lord Dagoth" She smiles challengingly "A rather

large thorn in our side."

"What an honor" I quip with false cheer "An entire empire feels threatened by little old me."

"There is no need to be crass" She tuts "One of your power should hold themselves to a higher

standard."

"What is this, an etiquette lesson from an Altmer purist?" I visibly roll my eyes, irritating the 'prim and proper' lady more than I expected.

"Magic is a sacred thing." She insists "One who wields its might should not debase

themselves."

"Magic is power" I drawl "And in the end that is all that matters." As I speak I send a mental

nudge toward my rings, the mountain of Magicka contained within coming to the fore and causing the entire cave to shudder.

Much to my pleasant surprise Naerys doesn't back down "Then might will prove my words

true." She flicks her hand and summons a dozen Aurorans, spell circles already forming all around her.

My eyes narrow at the presence of Meridia's Dremora, all levity leaving me as I summon my sword and growl, my voice tinged with the thu'um "I am going to fuck you up now."

She takes an instinctual step back, immediately stopping herself and frowning deeply at her

own actions. And just like that all of her previous politeness disappears as she lets out a

furious shriek, dozens of spells flying in my direction.

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