20demayo Chapter 146: Chapter IX: Breaking Their Backs
Chapter 146: Chapter IX: Breaking Their Backs
Chapter 146: Chapter IX: Breaking Their Backs
"Honestly" I mutter dejectedly as I needlessly clean the already pristine blade of my staff "That was incredibly disappointing."
A small sea of dead Falmer lies in front of the fortress, most of them punctured by an arrow or an automaton's crossbow bolt. The attack consisted only of a couple hundred of them and considering our ridiculous amount of overpreparation they died without me even getting a swing in.
"Are you actually pouting right now?" Minthara deadpans.
Marco begins to snicker but one look from me shuts him up. I turn back to the redhead and nod seriously "Yes." I flick a lazy hand toward the ancient Dwemer city "I know this was just a scouting party but I at least hoped to get a spell in before they all died like bugs." I blink at a massive chaurus impaled by an equally imposing bolt "Well, you get my point."
A beat of awkward silence passes.
"Welp" I clap my hands as my staff disappears and I get up from my seat "I guess I will go and continue tinkering with the centurion carcasses, might as well make something out of all this waiting."
Just as I am about to start walking away I feel a light tremor in the ground and slowly turn around, quickly activating clairvoyance I get the impression that a scout actually survived and informed the rest where we were.
I blink "Huh I really should not tempt Murphy like that." Now I feel kinda bad.
Soon the alarm bells are sounded and those still busy looting the corpses and recovering ammunition quickly return back to our fortress. Like a well-oiled machine, courtesy of yours truly, the adventurers quickly position themselves atop the walls in anticipation.
Minthara grabs her hammer and leans it on her shoulder then smirks at me teasingly "You were saying?"
I shrug nonchalantly "Let us see you retain your newfound smugness after we get smashed by four thousand of the fuckers."
"Four thousand..." She mutters absentmindedly and then it clicks "WHAT!?"
If there is one thing I have learned during this expedition it is that clairvoyance combined with inherent precognitive abilities is completely and utterly busted.
(General POV)
The horde of Falmer quickly surrounded the fortress that somehow sprouted under their notice, after everything that happened in the past week or so it became rather evident to even the slowest among the current residents of Blackreach that they were under attack by something far more dangerous than what they were used to dealing with.
The more magically adept among the tribes, those who managed to live a relatively long life due to their talents and attained wisdom beyond their unfortunate limitations, quickly decided that the threat had to be dealt with as swiftly as possible.
Most of the tribes grumbled at the shamans' insistent urging, their petty rivalries stopping them from fully committing to driving out the invaders. Still, all of the chieftains agreed that a unified force needed to be sent forward and they all ordered a sizeable portion of their warriors to follow the shamans in their preemptive strike.
An ancient among her kind, Nightshade gazed at the small fortress with her rudimentary perception spell, she could feel a relatively small number of invaders, and only a third of them were even properly armored. What did give her pause were the three massive presences within the camp, compared to their fellows who looked like candleflames flickering in the wind, the trio looked like the false sun itself.
Immediately she understood that many of her kind would die today, but if that ensured their continued survival then so be it. Still, she wouldn't just throw her people at the walls, she was no furious child after all... No, a plan needed to be hatched.
(Reyvin's POV)
The ranks of Falmer stop just outside what they presume is our range, even still we hold back our attacks in hopes of preserving our strength for when the time comes.
"How often can you use the thu'um?" Tolfdir asks calmly as he observes the enemy force, he lazily cleans his beard causing breadcrumbs to scatter onto the stone below him.
I tap my helmet in thought "One big fire breath or two force waves, after that I am down to minor shouts. I can push harder but at that point I start to take damage." I explain simply. Tolfdir nods in satisfaction "Good, wait for their most powerful to start joining the battle before destroying them." He smirks "That should cause them to break" A light chuckle "If they even survive, that is."
I was already going to do that but it is good to know even the old man agreed.
Our attention is drawn by a shifting within the enemy ranks, the Falmer warriors split and make a path for... a bunch of other humanoids shambling like zombies and wearing what can barely be classified as a potato sack. Some of them were even armed.
"A psychological attack" I say, almost in praise.
Still, their numbers are far too large for us to push them back with only ranged weapons and
they soon manage to cross the moat, by climbing over the bodies of their comrades, and start climbing up the walls.
The first among them get cut down far quicker then I remember the Forsworn dying, the speed at which we reap the disgusting creatures making me almost pity them for their
weakness.
Soon their elite warriors began appearing, their bodies almost fully covered in chitin and
some even carried lightly enchanted blades. I got the feeling that many of my own would die if they were allowed atop the walls. Neither their strength nor their equipment would save them from what was to come.
Just as the first armored warrior was about to start climbing I took in a deep breath, some of
the degenerated elves flinching as their instincts screamed for them to run. But it was far, far
too late for that.
"YOL TOR SHUUUUUL!"
A massive blast of fire, far larger than what I achieved at Haraldstead covers the oncoming
army, I almost stumble when my clairvoyance informs me I had just killed close to a thousand
in a single
instant.
The battlefield quietens down for a moment, and then the Falmer rout, screaming and whimpering as fear overtakes even the bravest among them, the adventurers cheering and some of the more vindictive ones still firing arrows at their fleeing enemies.
(General POV)
Nightshade finally manages to dig herself out of her stony prison, just in time to feel IT.
The dimmest of the three suns brightened suddenly and as three simple words left its mouth
she felt as if the world itself decided that her people would burn... and so they did.
And she could do naught but watch. Understanding her utter defeat, Nightshade prepared to retreat only to feel two claws suddenly grab her shoulders and lift her in the air. Whatever held her was searing hot, causing
her great pain as it carried her toward the fortress.
The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness from the immense pain was a young,
cheerful voice chirping "Yoink!"
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