Illococoo continues attacking from the air, more to draw the attention from Michael and Saeko than anything else. Most of the Thalmor refused to exit the fortress after the initial slaughter, holing themself up inside while fortifying it as much as physically and magically possible.
Thalmor Justiciar Sarulian stood behind a large mass of his men who were protecting the frost gate, his mages working overtime to ward and create magical barriers around the entrance.
He was already well aware of who had decided to pay him a visit, while the dragon was a surprise, the Sword-Swinger and Battle-Mage were known to most Thalmor, along with possible strategies to use should they need to be eliminated...
Unfortunately, their information seemed keenly underprepared for the devastation Saeko Busujima and Michael Tahlin were able to produce... Half of his men had already perished outside, all in under two minutes or so.
He had no hope for survival, of that he was certain... Perhaps if only one of them came, and without the dragon they might stand a chance... But as it is now? It was now readily apparent why both had such high bounties on their heads.
"That's it! Get back and scatter the entrance with Destruction Runes! Let them take it to the face if they wish to continue!" he commands, only to step back in shock when the entire front portion of the entrance crumbles into itself, revealing Michael with a single raised finger.
"Man, I feel badass." the man in black armoured robes grins as the Sword-Singer takes her place beside him.
"What was that? I've never seen you use it before?" she asks as if a couple hundred Thalmor weren't glaring daggers at them.
He shrugs, "A gift from Tiff actually. Being a Void Mage comes with many benefits..." he trails off as his eyes focus on the large hall, scanning each of the Thalmor until he locks eyes with Sarulian. "Found you... Why don't you surrender? I just might let your men live if you do." he says, and by the uncomfortable shuffling of the other Thalmor, they were seriously considering just handing him over.
Sarulian frowns, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead, "Michael Tahlin. So have you finally decided to make an enemy of the Thalmor? This isn't something to do lightly... Leave now and I might forget the men and women you've butchered today!" he states with forced confidence.
...
"Are you serious?" Michael asks, glancing at Saeko who gives a nod with a shrug.
"You grab him, I'll deal with everyone else." she says, dropping into a stance and slowly approaching the vanguard of the Thalmor forces.
"Alright, I guess." Michael says as he reaches out with Telekinesis and grabs Sarulian, pulling the mage into the air and towards him, only to be stopped as the Justiciar casts a spell that frees him. The elf then proceeds to flee further inside the fortress, abandoning his men. Michael quickly follows, using Blink to bypass the other enemies as Saeko deals with them.
"You can run! And you can't hide either, bitch!" Michael laughs as he follows Sarulian who was stumbling over himself to escape.
"J-Just leave me alone! I'm useless to you, Tahlin!"
"I don't know, I think I still need a punching bag for my home."
The chase continues until Sarulian finds himself trapped in a dead-end, specifically, an area where the Thalmor had been keeping all of their prisoners...
"Wow, a torture room right next to the cells? You might be a bunch of bastards, but at least you're efficient." Michael remarks.
"Thank the Divines! Are you here to save us!?" a grey-haired man asks as he grabs the bars of his cell, all while Sarulian backs up against the wall in fear.
Michael shrugs, "Depends who you are..."
"Thorald Gray-Mane, my family would reward you greatly if you helped me here today."
...
"Hmm... Sure." Michael says, touching the bars and activating [Wynningbaldr] which causes the bars to crumble before them.
The Nord stumbles out of the cell in surprise, clapping Michael on the shoulder both to hold himself up and to show his gratitude. "I thank you... What will you do to him?" he asks, gesturing towards the terrified Justiciar.
Michael shrugs, "I'll leave his burned corpse outside the gates, let everyone know the Thalmor aren't wanted here." he says before telekinetically dragging the struggling elf outside to where Saeko was waiting.
"Finished?" she asks.
"Not yet, we need to check what information they've got here. Just in case they want to pull something as big as the Void Nights.
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Michael transports Thorald home via a Dimension Gate after extracting a promise to not mention their involvement here today. Thankfully, the only other prisoners present were petty criminals, or those who tried to renegade on their debts to the Thalmor... These people were removed, permanently.
This left them with the task of scouring the fortress for any information the Thalmor had. It fairly easy to be honest, as efficient as the Thalmor were, keeping all of their classified information in the same room only made it easier for Michael to find.
The files were numerous, but most held information that was either old, redundant, or simply useless to them. There were, however, a few pieces that caught Michael's eye.
A 'special' guest was being kept in the Thalmor Embassy, this basically translated to someone being imprisoned there, though, there was no mention of who it might be.
Information on people of interest, specifically, him, and the rest of his group. Even Maria was included, since anyone who was close to him could either be a threat to the Thalmor, or a target that could be used against him.
Information on the Dragonborn and how to utilise him, with mentions to push him to solve the Dragon Crisis before they did anything drastic... The Thalmor had information on various prophecies, Alduin's return included, meaning they needed Surtr so the world wouldn't end.
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The reinforcements from the Summerset Isles were confirmed from the Thalmor files, but there wasn't any information on how big said fleet would be, nor the time they would arrive.
Lastly, the thing that brought a vicious grin to Michael's face was... A list of people in the Thalmor's pocket. Nobles, thanes, merchants, there were even some beggers included in this. He was more interested in the big names however... While his dislike of nobles had faded somewhat, he wouldn't miss the chance to punish those who abused their positions.
Michael glances to Saeko and nods at the gathered papers, "Nice haul... Take what you want before I burn everything, gotta stick with the dragon attack story."
Saeko shoves some papers into her pouch, these detailing the names of high-level Thalmor officials that were apparently leading the fleet to Skyrim. They'd been at the head of the invasion in Hammerfell, but had been reassigned it seemed.
"Let's go."
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Not long after the destruction of Northwatch Keep, Saeko received a letter from Aela the Huntress, a Companion who she was apparently good friends with. She left to go attend to whatever that was, and Michael took the chance to rest and check out his status.
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Name : Michael Tahlin
Rank : Demigod
Stats :
Strength : 166 > 178
Agility : 335.1 > 356.2
Intelligence : 230 > 245.7
Birthsign : The Mage
Bloodline : Human/Winter Wyvern Hybrid
Familiar : Darth, Dark Monolith Parasite
Abilities :
[Dead God...?] (142) : Allows user to Respawn when killed, suppresses emotions based on number of deaths, makes dead things more receptive to user. Grants more powers and abilities the more deaths the user experiences.
[Spirit Summoner] (Rank 1) : User is able to summon his Spirits, number and duration of summons is determined by Intelligence, Death Affinity, and strength of the summoned Spirit. Can only Summon Spirits a Rank lower than the user.
[Spark of Divinity] (Rank 0.0004 > 0.0008) : On the cusp of greatness.
[The Mage] : Enables user to learn all magic-based skills 20% faster.
[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.
[Vanntalfdir] : Enables user to walk on liquids as if they were solid surfaces, can be activated at will but continuously drains mana to function.
[Wynningbaldr] : Allows user to detect break-points and use mana to exploit them.
[Gift-Blood of Auroth] : The Life-Blood of Auroth the Winter Wyvern inhabits the user granting them the abilities she possessed. Massively increased Ice Affinity, increased Strength and Durability, improved Eye-sight, Ice Breath Attack, and the Will of Auroth.
[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.
[Adept Mana Manipulation] > [Expert Mana Manipulation] : Allows user more control over his magic, spells, and some abilities. Mana efficiency and control of power is increased.
[Pain Immunity] : Allows user to shut off or mute his sense of pain at will.
[Expert basic Swordsmanship(Two handed swords/One handed swords)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling swords.
[Adept basic Dagger techniques(Single edge, curved, straight, double edge.)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling daggers.
[Desensitized] : Things of a violent or shocking nature fail to draw a reaction like they used to. Emotions are dulled somewhat and user is more easily able to think and rationalize in high stress situations.
Affinities :
[Death Affinity], [Water Affinity], [Fire Affinity], [Lesser Space Affinity], [Lesser Darkness Affinity], [Supreme Ice Affinity]
Spirits :
Commoner Tier :
Shadow Shaman : Lvl MAX
Slark : Lvl MAX
Riki : Lvl MAX
Hero Tier :
Anti-Mage : Lvl MAX
Lina : Lvl MAX
Winter Wyvern : Lvl MAX
Legend Tier :
Rubick : Lvl MAX
Silencer : Lvl MAX
Kunkka : Lvl MAX
Demigod Tier :
Shadow Fiend Lvl 3 > 9
Magic :
Tamrielic
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Spirit : Shadow Fiend
Level : 3 > 9
Abilities :
Subsume Soul (Rank 2) : Allows user to devour a soul in his possession, granting some attributes it originally possessed. The chance of gaining anything from a soul is determined by the soul's strength and the ability's Rank.
Shadow Raze (Rank 1) : Calls forth a blast of demonic energy to harm targets in an area, can be cast thrice in quick succession but only at varying distances. Enemies hit by multiple Shadow Raze's will take bonus damage.
Necromastery (Rank 4) : Allows user to steal the souls of those he kills, stored souls grant an increase in Strength when held up to a limit determined by user's intelligence and ability rank. User loses all stored souls when killed.
Presence of the Dark Lord (Rank 1) : User's presence now causes enemies' armour and defences to be weaker, the enemies themselves will find themselves less durable than before.
Requiem of Souls (Rank 1) : User utilises his stored souls to cast a demonic explosion that damages, slows, reduces magical resistance, and terrorizes enemies when struck. Requiem of Souls will automatically be cast when user dies.
Souls :
Mortal Souls : 127
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The rank of [Spark of Divinity] increased upon the absorption of the Dragon Soul, it'd be higher if he hadn't given one Dragon Soul Shard to Derflinger but, having a Thu'um-using sword was way cooler in his opinion.
He was keeping a bunch of Mortal Souls to use on Requiem of Souls in the future, they wouldn't give much of a stat boost if he 'Subsumed' them anyway, so the Strength increased would have to suffice right now.
Other than that, he wanted to get to know a Spirit that he'd been holding off until now... Kunkka. Since he'd become able to summon his Spirits, he'd been occasionally summoning the 'freindlier' ones. People like Lina, Rhasta, Riki, and Rubick... He wanted to summon Wei, but that'd probably pull her teacher, Anti-Mage along with her... He didn't want to fight hat guy inside of the book, let alone outside of it.
Obviously, he refused to summon some Spirits, Slark being one of them, and Shadow Fiend being another once he was able to summon them. Bringing a stupidly powerful, soul-devouring demon to Tamriel felt like a dumb idea...
Regardless, he pushes his consciousness into Kunkka's world, his vision flashing as he appears on a cliff overlooking the sea... On Michael's right, was Kunkka.
The Admiral was a large, broad-shouldered man wearing a colourful blue navy attire, with every belt and buckle filled with something, be it weaponry, pipeweed, sailing tools, or even a flask of rum that Michael could smell from where he was standing. Kunkka had slightly receding black hair with wisps of white declaring his age, wrinkles, a large unkempt beard, and a big cross-shaped scar on his forehead.
Most notably was the large glowing sabre on Kunkka's hip, Tidebringer.
"Hello?" Michael asks the forlorn-looking Admiral who was staring down at the crashing waves. His voice brings Kunkka out of his trance, causing the man to turn towards him.
"Greetings, I am Kunkka, Admiral of the Claddish Navy. Of whom do I greet?" he asks, planting Tidebringer into the ground and calmly resting his weight on it.
"Michael Tahlin, er, Creator of the Eye of the World, I guess?" he replies.
"Hmm, 'Eye of the World' you say? Never heard of it!" he says with an out-of-place jolly tone.
Michael shrugs, "Well, it's not from around here... Whever 'here' is." he says, not recognising Kunkka's world. Riki had shown him many maps and paintings of locations, but this didn't match anywhere he knew.
Kunkka lets out a sigh, lighting his pipe and taking a few puffs, "This is where my fleet fell of course, the Trembling Isle!"
...
Kunkka puffs some smoke rings at Michael's sympathetic expression, "Don't look at me like that, while I still stand, the Claddish Navy lives on!"
"Ah, you mean your Ghost Ship?" Michael asks.
"Hoh? You know of it? Strange, no one alive has ever seen it!... Have you been spying on me, lad? Some would want you hung for spying on ancestral magic youknow!"
Michael shrugs, "Well, it doesn't really matter when you consider this." he says, gesturing at the ocean and casting Torrent, causing Kunkka's eyes to widen.
"How...? Are you one of mine, lad?... You look nothing like me!"
Michael shakes his head, "Let me explain this fucked up situation..." he says, going on to give the basic information he'd had to give to every other Spirit he'd chosen.
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