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Chapter 295: Familiar Troubles...

The Atronachs were actually the easiest to permanently summon, their requirements were literally just the dust of the element you want to summon. Fire salt for Fire Atronach's, Frost salt for Frost Atronach's, and... Void salt for Storm Atronach's...?

Ignoring the sudden annoying logical leap from Shock to Void, the amount of salt required to summon the Atronach was directly proportional to how powerful it would be. The salt would essentially become the 'skeleton' or 'backbone' of the Atronach, while the caster's and the Atronach's magic fill in the rest.

The salts had different effects depending on how much you used of course. Fire Atronach's got hotter the more salt you used, Frost Atronach's got bigger and their body's denser, and Storm Atronach's simply just become more powerful.

There was also another essential subject that had Tiffania looking a bit sheepish as she heard it. Conjured creatures would be forced under the caster's will, this could be from enslaving them, to altering their minds, to befriending them.

Apparently, there was also a way to do this without brainwashing the summon, but so few people had tried that it wasn't commonly known... As to why Tiffania was reacting weirdly to this?

"Doesn't this all sound... Similar to how Void Familiar's work?" she questions, eyes glancing between Michael's face and his hand which held the Gandalfr runes.

...

Did it? Summoning a creature from another realm and subjugating them through forceful or subtle means? Huh... It did sound quite similar.

Charlotte nods from where she was kneeling, "The rituals also looks similar." she adds, pointing at the most basic ritual circle. Michael and Tiffania wouldn't have noticed this as they had no knowledge of Halkeginia's ritual circles, luckily Charlotte was a veritable treasure trove of knowledge when concerning her home world's magic.

"So what does this mean then?... Because I haven't seen anyone summoning people from other worlds yet. Maybe Oblivion is blocking it?"

Charlotte shakes her head and points at Tiffania, "Void Mage." she states as if that was the answer to all the questions Michael suddenly had. To be honest, it actually might be

Michael remembers from the anime that Tiffania's Void Familiar was Saito, which meant that there was a high likelihood that Michael would take his place as her familiar... Still, it wasn't concrete, so he had no assurances on who would be summoned.

It wasn't like they were in dire need of extra firepower... For now. The Dragons would return eventually, maybe then they'd actually need the help. It wasn't like Michael could be everywhere at once, and having someone protect Tiffania didn't sound all that bad.

A memory of Saito flirting with Tiffania strikes him and has to force himself not to grimace. Yeah, probably shouldn't risk it until their relationship had 'progressed'... He'd been trying to go slow with it, as Tiffania was both naive and mature in different aspects. She'd been through a lot but didn't have much experience socially... That being said, he knew she wouldn't have resisted him if he dragged her to bed when he first saved her in Cendri.

"I think we should try the ritual. Having another Void Familiar around would be a blessing, but, we need to change a few things before that... First, we need to find a way to alter the ritual so that it only summons willing people or those in dire need of help." he says, scanning the girls as they slowly nod.

He thumbs himself, "I was one of those summoned against my will, so I more than anyone know how someone would react to it... Well, how they should, which brings me to the next thing. We need to remove the mental coercion aspect of it. The runes force feelings of affection and protectiveness for their 'master', while it might keep the familiar loyal, I doubt any of us want to enslave someone."

"Never." Tiffania affirms, Charlotte nodding along with them.

Micahel smiles and crosses his arms, "Good. I kind of also want to try summoning a familiar, but we can try that together."

With that all discussed and confirmed, the group begin practising spells, specifically, the easier and most basic Conjuration spell. Essentially, it opens a portal to a realm but doesn't summon anything... It's more to teach aspiring Conjurers the basics of building a portal and maintaining a link. It's the backbone of most Conjuration spells that summon something, as if you can't maintain the link or even properly open a portal while not summoning anything you'd stand no chance while also attempting to subjugate your target.

Michael takes a moment to work out the spell, creating the various formations within his mana, causing a purple glow to appear in his palm. It's small, but as he pushes more power into it, the glowing purple orb grows until it's slightly smaller than an apple.

With it prepared, he tosses it as the ground nearby, causing a sound between a crack and a chime to ring out, causing a 7ft purple swirling portal to appear. It dissipates soon after though, summoning nothing to Tamriel. "Nice, got it on the first try."

Next is the girl's turn, Charlotte going next but failing her first cast. Apparently, it was still awkward to cast magic without her staff, as that's how she'd done it most of her life. Still, her second try was a success.

Lastly was Tiffania, who easily conjured the spell and throw it at the ground with an ease that made both him and Charlotte look incompetent.

*Chiing!*

"I WILL DEVOUR YOUR HEAR-" a voice screams from the portal but Tiffanai quickly halts the spell before it could complete, the disaster that'd happened with her first Teleportation Gate making her prepare for a potential failure.

...

"Did you just summon a Dremora with a blank Conjuration?" Michael questions, as such a thing wasn't possible unless the spell itself was overpowered to all hell, sucking everything near where the portal in Oblivion had formed inside.

Tiffania sheepishly shrugs her shoulders, "Whoops...?" she jokingly says, the group only now noticing the half dismembered corpse of the Dremora on the floor... Which should have disappeared once the spell had ended... Which meant that Tiffania had not only summoned a Dremora with a blank spell, but bypassed the magic protecting Tamriel from another invasion from Oblivion... Fuck.

"We... Should lay off the Conjuration for a bit, at least for you Tiff..." Michael says, knowing that she'd be hunted to the ends of the earth if anyone found out about this... Huh, this was becoming a common theme nowadays...


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Chapter 296: Stranger Help

Another couple of days pass, and aside from Illococoo getting the Arch-Mages full support in her efforts to uncover the mysteries of the Thu'um, things had been pretty boring, I.e, peaceful.

Illococoo was now as busy as ever, having to dedicate a lot more of her time to research, which left Charlotte to take care of Maria. This led to the group sometimes having Maria accompany them in lectures and their study sessions on the roof. A little annoying, but not something they couldn't bear. Especially with just how much gold the Arch-Mage had already contributed to Illococoo's research.

The man had hired many mercenaries, including the Companions, to copy any word walls they came across. They likely wouldn't get any results for a couple months, but it'd undoubtedly speed up Illococoo's progress in the Thu'um and her overall understanding of the Dragon Language.

"Yeah, things are looking pre-eetty good." Michael smiles to himself as he makes his way to the kitchens that were built into the wall next to the Hall of Countenance. Unfortunately, just as he was about to step inside, a voice calls out to him.

"Michael? Michael? Excuse me, I could really use your assistance right now." a feminine voice that he'd been attempting to ignore presses, eventually grabbing his shoulder.

He lets out a sigh, "What do you want, Nirya?" he asks in a cold tone as their relationship has been on the rocks ever since she'd started her rivalry with Tiffania.

"I have... Angered some Senior apprentices, and they coerced me into a duel with them..." she admits, an embarrassed blush slightly colouring her cheeks.

He crooks a brow at her, "Alright, I'll bite... How did you anger them, and how did they coerce you into a duel... As far as I'm aware, duelling is completely optional."

Nirya's eyes dart down at her feet, "I may have insulted their ancestry..."

"Uh huh, and did these people happen to be Nords?" he asks and she goes silent.

...

"Okay," he says now knowing the answer to that question, "And how did they 'coerce' you?"

She huffs, "They insulted my honour."

"Meaning?"

"They called me a 'Small-breasted horse with a face to match'." she angrily replies.

...

"So, how is this my problem? We aren't exactly friends, actually, we might be enemies at this point."

She looks wide-eyed at him, "Wait, why?"

"You've been insulting my friend at every instance you were around. She'd been playing around with you at first, but now it's just... Hateful." he states.

She frowns, looking as if she'd thought he was okay with her insults of Tiffania. He hadn't said anything before because to him it was just a catfight, and Tiff could fight her own battles. The continued bullying, however, was not something he'd accept. It reminded him far too much of those thugs who tormented him back in school. "Then, I'll cease my actions against your friend if you help me with this... Do this and she'll never hear from me again."

Michael snorts, "Had you continued trying to bully her, I'd have actually made that come true... But, I guess suits me fine. Where is the duel happening?"

"On the roof, right now..." she says, and Michael gives her a weird look. "I asked my acquaintances if they wished to help me, but all of them refused... I, do not have many friends." she admits.

"Of course you don't, that mouth of yours had made an enemy out of almost everyone in the college. Even the masters barely tolerate you. If I were you, I'd start handing out apologies like pieces of gum..." he lets out a sigh, "You can do that later if you want though, we've got a duel to attend to now."

Nirya nods and begins to lead him towards the roof where the duel was being held. And both are surprised to find many Apprentices and even a couple of masters already waiting there... It seems that many people were hoping to see Nirya get the shit kicked out of her.

"Faralda." Nirya scowls, spotting the person she hates the most in this place.

The High Elf who teaches Destruction magic glances over and smiles, "Nirya, you've arrived. We were starting to think you'd renegade on this duel."

Nirya shakes her head, "I was merely taking my time to arrive." she turns to the two Nords standing inside the circle of people, "Sorka, Jernil, are you sure you want to do this?" she asks in a neutral tone while folding her arms.

Sorkas, the taller of the two laughs in her face, "Are we sure? I've never been more sure of anything in my life, bitch. We've even invited our master and fellow students to watch." he says gesturing at the side.

Nirya crooks a brow at the Dark Elf who was watching this all unfold, "Master Malyn, is this how you taught those under you to behave? Throwing out crude, dimwitted insults?"

The master just shrugs, "I am merely here to observe their progress, the way their act in their free time is none of my concern. It is the same for all of my students, isn't that right, Nelacar?" he asks the High Elf next to him.

"It's as you say, Master Malyn." he politely answers.

"Enough of this, you've stalled enough! Bring your partner so we can fight!" Jernil growls, eager to get started.

The ring of people gets wider as people spread out to distance themselves, a couple already beginning to cast some personal ward spells to protect themselves from whatever is cast.

Michael steps forwards, pulling his sleeves up as he does so, "I'm her partner for this fight."

Sorkas sniffs, "Hmph, didn't think anyone would come to her aid... Tell me, how much did she pay you?"

Michael shrugs, deciding not to answer, "Try not to feel too bad when I crush you."

Jernil laughs, "A fresh Apprentice thinks he can beat us? We're already adept Conjuration mages!"

"Oh... Does that mean anything? Aside from the fact that you let others do your fighting for you?" Michael taunts, which works marvellously in making them angry...

Jernil looks to want to start fighting immediately, but Sorkas holds him back, focussing on Nirya, "What do you want should you win?" he asks, his tone sounding as if he was sure of their victory already.


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