20demayo Chapter 40: Chapter XIII: Regalia of Dagoth
Chapter 40: Chapter XIII: Regalia of Dagoth
Chapter 40: Chapter XIII: Regalia of Dagoth
(Reyvin's pov)
I am suddenly woken up by a bucket's worth of freezing water being dropped on me, shivering like mad I jump up like a frightened cat and turn to see Morrigan holding said bucket.
Before I deliver righteous punishment I look around, and realize I am covered in hay and something sticky I don't wish to identify. Thorfinn and Bor are also in similar states, just without the water and still sleeping on the floor of what I now realize are the stables.
I take a moment to blink myself awake and turn to my witch friend "Did you really have to do it with cold water? Is our friendship so shallow that you would betray me like this" I ask dramatically while casting some flames next to me to warm myself and also summoning Scorch and having him snuggle around my neck.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
She scoffs "Oh and I should encourage you to get drunker than most of the Nords and then run around with your buddies reenacting your glorious battle?"
I blink and look at her like she was an idiot "This is a Nord city." as if that explained everything.
She rolls her eyes "Ah yes because that justifies you behaving like a fool"
I get a bit irritated at this "And who went and named you my mother? I am a young mer I can be foolish when I feel like it, we all went through a lot of stress, and getting shitfaced is the scientifically proven way to cope with such things." I say acting like a wise ass on purpose. She throws her hands in the air and lets out a groan of irritation, incidentally tossing the bucket onto Bor's head making him grunt in pain and slowly start waking up, and turns to the doors "Fine, keep making a fool of yourself, see if I care" she says before walking out.
Sigh, wome- oh no... even worse, teenage girls. This will be annoying to deal with.
Shaking my head and muttering a 'troublesome' I help Bor get up and proceed to kick Thorfinn awake, both of them are very hung over so I decide to mock them showing off my almost perfectly fine state, thank you Kyne I will leave some flowers at your shrine.
We take a bit of time to at least try and clean ourselves up by a nearby well, the passing residents chuckling at our state but no one made any negative comments, as expected.
After 'cleaning up', with heavy quotations, we go to the tavern for a morning drink. As soon as we enter everyone inside gives us a cheer and we are poured drinks without even asking, on the house as well. Maybe being an honorary n'wah isn't so bad after all.
Bor and I later left Thorfinn at his house, his mother was in front holding a ladle in her hand with a suspiciously kind smile, we prayed our friend would find peace in Sovangarde and left him to his fate.
Tolfdir is at the gate today and when he saw us he simply laughed and muttered something about rowdy youngsters.
After getting properly cleaned up I left for the Archmage's tower, today my robes were going to be finished.
I focus every bit of my attention to the process, very carefully guiding even the tiniest wisps of power, the process takes over two hours but exhaustion won't stop me and I keep pushing on, earning the approving looks of my seniors, until finally the process is finished and before it settles I pull a 'chord' of the enchantment to my soul, binding it.
I let out a tired breath and sit down.
The Archmage lets out a giddy sound while clapping his hands "Amazing! Truly your bloodline is an undiscovered goldmine, it is a real shame the Sharmat didn't try and economically ruin the Tribunal instead of going the religious madman route, he would have probably succeeded" he starts laughing like a child.
I let out a tired laugh as well.
Sergius gives me a proud look "Honestly when Savos suggested we let you lead I was utterly flabbergasted, but seeing you doing the work of an expert or an even greater enchanter I was as proud as a teacher can be, congratulations."
I smile happily without conscious thought. They start muttering between each other but I tiredly zone them out and look at my gains from this.
[Mind: 20 => 21]
[Mysticism-apprentice: minor soul manipulation => soul manipulation]
[Enchantment-expert: soul-imbuing => greater soul-imbuing]
[Conjuration-apprentice: +bound robe (Regalia of Dagoth)]
My enchantment progress was immense, even the system agreed with Sergius, while my runic skills are still at adept level my imbuing of power was way of the charts. Surprisingly the robes were even named and accessible through the system so I decided to check them out. [Regalia of Dagoth: Mastercrafted combat robes made for the last heir of house Dagoth. Being capable of self-cleaning and heat regulation, and granting the wearer: 200% Magicka regeneration, absorption of up to 50 Magicka worth of spells per second, and a 30% boost to any enhancement spell he casts on himself. Soul-bound to Dagoth Reyvin] After sitting for a bit I summon the robe and get up, feeling power radiating from them makes me feel like a child that just got a toy they wanted for years. I give a grateful bow to the two mages and thank them for the opportunity before leaving the room, my heart filled with
childish glee.
A/n: I hope I didn't make him too overpowered with this, but realistically such a quest would
give massive rewards and he did jut become very wealthy.
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