Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 139: Chapter II: The House Grows

Chapter 139: Chapter II: The House Grows



(General POV)

Within the unusually empty confines of Reyvin's mansion, a clandestine meeting of great importance was taking place.

Well, it was about to anyway...

"Come on little girl, I thought mages were supposed to be all smart and tactical" A short Dunmer with a sharp goatee mocked his opponent in a game of chess.

Said opponent, a silver-haired young woman, glared at him and scoffed "I have better things to do in my life than waste it on games." she retorted icily.

Davos rolls his eyes and captures her rook, much to Edrassa's growing frustration "It sounds to me like you are just looking for excuses for being bad-" He mocks playfully.

Edrassa growls and seems just about ready to smash the board in her fury when a presence presses down on her, causing her to still completely.

Reyvin, who was up until then busying himself reading through the notes Edrassa made on the book they captured from the Falmer, looks up at them, his eyes glowing lightly "Now, now children, behave." he smirks and grabs another bite of roast horker he got from a street vendor.

As his presence dissipates his vassals are silenced for but a moment, until Davos decides to ask "What is your obsession with street meat? You seem to be addicted to the stuff." Reyvin shrugs and takes another bite "I just think it is neat."

"And this is who I am supposed to serve..." Edrassa grumbles to herself, completely unaware that both Davos and Reyvin are perfectly capable of hearing her.

The two vassals return to their game, Davos completely outmaneuvering his young counterpart in every single game they played.

After yet another check-mate was declared Edrassa groaned and sunk into her seat "How can someone like you be this good?"

Davos clutches his chest as if struck "Someone like me? Whatever do you mean princess?" Her eyes narrow but she doesn't take the bait.

A series of knocks interrupts their discussion and their lord raises a lazy hand, opening the large double door leading into the dining hall.

Three similar-looking Dunmer enter the room, looking at the place with reverence and immediately giving the manor's lord a respectful bow. The eldest of the three brothers speaks up after realizing Reyin is waiting on them "We are here as requested, Serjo."

"And so you are" Their employer nodded and signaled for them to take a seat. After they were comfortable he continued "I have invited you here to offer you a... promotion of sorts."

The brothers looked very enthused by the idea, but the elder spoke up yet again "Something tells me this is not as simple as you surmised, Serjo." His tone is cautious yet still utterly respectful.

Reyvin nods in satisfaction "Indeed it is not Oren..." He trails off for a moment before continuing "The things I will share with you tonight you are to keep to yourselves on pain of death" He states seriously, the air in the room suddenly thrumming with power further making his point "If you do not wish to take such a risk upon yourselves then you may leave and I will not think any less of you, but know that if you prove your further loyalty to me great rewards shall await."

The brothers whisper among themselves, while the rest give them their privacy, or at least the illusion of it. After a couple of minutes of quiet hissing between them, Oren speaks up once again "We would like to continue serving you as best as we can."

Reyvin smiles welcomingly and gets up from his seat, wordlessly signaling everyone to follow him. The group descends deep below ground, and most are baffled as their host starts unlocking a door at the end of a long staircase, not because of its location but because of the dozens of no-doubt enchanted locks placed upon it.

Finally, the door clicks open and Reyvin leads everyone into his ancestral shrine, the regalia of his house proudly displayed for all to see, wind chimes letting out a calming melody as the air in the room shifts at their entrance.

As Edrassa visibly shivers at the iconography, no doubt remembering the tales her house spread about the bloody conflict against the sixth house, Davos is busy shivering at the sight of the shrine of Mephala which seemed to glow almost welcomingly upon Reyvin's entrance. The three brothers are, unsurprisingly, confused. They were after all orphans from the Grey Quarter, and their education was limited to whatever the local drunks were willing to share on certain evenings, they were most assuredly not educated on the heraldry of believed-to-be- dead houses.

"Allow me then, my dear subjects, to introduce myself fully" Reyvin finally says, and his whole presence shifts from his hitherto relaxed posture to one lordship and command, all eyes focus on him as he proclaims proudly "Lord Dagoth Reyvin, the last descendant of Morrowind's sixth house.".

He wasn't really sure what to say to the young woman now looking at him tiredly "Rough night?" He settled on lamely.

Minthara snorted humorlessly "That is one hell of an understatement Flame-tongue." "Using titles now are we oh blessed child of Akatosh?" Reyvin quips. Unlike Marco, he had

never forced Minthara into referring to him as 'teacher' so she usually called him by name when they weren't at court.

She flinches in disgust and groans "I get it! Just please do not call me that... ever."

The Dunmer giggles childishly and instructs "Come on then, get up, we have a meeting later

today."

She shifts in her seat and frowns "Shouldn't I be focusing on getting as strong as possible? What would I even gain from trudging through the caves of the Dwemer?"

Reyvin rolls his eyes "Well besides the obvious experience in fighting and possible contacts at

one of Skyrim's most powerful institutions..." He tilts his head "Tell me, how does a

Dragonborn grow stronger?"

"By consuming the souls of dragons?" She mutters absent mindedly.

"Indeed!" Reyvin nods happily "And I know just the place where one of the lizard's buried

himself."

Minthara blinks slowly as she gets up "There is a living dragon in Blackreach?!" She hisses.

"Oh yes." Reyvin smirks viciously "A known coward among his kind, chomping on his soul will surely give you the strength necessary to start growing your power even further." "You seem to have all this planned out, huh?" Minthara mutters, not accusingly, but there

was definitely something in her tone.

Reyvin cackled like a madman causing her to look at him as such "Oh Minthara" He turns with

his eyes glowing derisively "I have no fucking idea what I am doing."

The young demi-god stumbles at her teacher's words, cursing her fate and then cursing herself for breaking the bottle whose shards she now had stuck in her foot.

She sighed as she got up, slowly healing her bleeding leg 'At least I don't have to do it alone...'

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