After the construction of the new dock of Hsaarik Head town in the most frigid part of Winterhold, the Dare Mercenaries and the Dare started to mobilize a lot of resources between the main city and the new town in order to keep an active front.
Just the other day, Jon and Wulfur erected a large statue on the shore of the town for a great warrior riding a bear and holding an axe with many small statues following the main one. This depiction was for Ysgramor and his Companion during the Return, the sacred event which happened on the land of that place.
In a way, this town was to be another low blow to the unfriendly neighbor known as Dawnstar and a way to spread the population of Winterhold making it the official fourth settlement.
But as always, there was a secret behind the construction of this town. Something that Jon was planning for since the early phases of his business.
The Ancient Dwarven ruins of Alftand were somewhere between New Saarthal and Hsaarik Head and Jon wasn't ready to let any lowlife get their hands on his most important treasure or spread any news about it before he started claiming its riches for himself. This drove him to discuss fortifying the Wayward Pass with Jarl Korir and spending a fortune of his own pocket in order to build a quick garrison and some towers in that area.
Usually, Wayward Pass is a point that is almost impossible to conquer since most of the Winterhold scouting forces cover that place well and a small militia can defend it against a dragon even. However, Jon wanted that spot closed and if the Jarl wouldn't close it for him, he would go and collapse the mountain on it if needed.
By the end of the week, Jon had three strongholds in very vital areas. New Saarthal, Hsaarik Head, and Wayward Pass. Those three points triangulated around the ancient ruins of Alftand.
Why all the control madness? It is because today is the day when Jon conquers an actual Dwarven City active with its army of Machines and its population of Falmer.
By the Dawn of this day, Jon stood on top of the cliff descending down the ice mountain to the secret entrance of Alftand which by its part, a secret entrance to the lost city beneath Winterhold, Blackreach.
Prior to this, Jon had met the Mage known as Septimus Signus, the madman who turned out to be Nurina's ex-husband and the servant of the Daedric Prince of Forbidden Knowledge, Hermaeus Mora. Septimus has explained to Jon, in his crazy gestures, how to access Alftand and gave him the key to the most secure city.
This key was a ball object with the size of Jon's fist known as the Attunement Sphere and it is an object capable of performing Tonal Manipulation in some unhearable frequencies to the normal senses. Jon has spent some time studying the tones produced by the sphere and has deducted a few key runes to the Ancient Dwemer Magic.
Still, invading Blackreach is one thing and reaching it is an entirely different dilemma that Jon has planned painstakingly for. Unlike how things are done in the game, real-life ancient ruins are not only filled with enemies but with far more untold dangers every piece of wall has the potential to collapse if a fight between the explorers and the ruin dwellers led to an accident, there's an endless list of unfortunate possibilities that will surely turn into a disaster.
Still, the sight of 100 Dare Troopers was magnificent enough to settle the worries in Jon's heart. This won't be the first conquest he takes part in but the first official one under his name. They are practically going to attack a city that has a standing army.
"The Plan is simple. One hundred troopers will be all it takes to delve into the ruins under the leadership of Mjoll the Lioness, leader of the exploration teams. Once the threats are taken care of, the excavators shall join. The Mages shall coordinate between the Exploration team and the Excavation team to deal with any issue of a magical nature. Our main objective is to reach the deepest spot of Tower Alftand since we are entering from the top and heading towards the bottom. Once we reach the deepest point, Boss Jon will lead the advance into the unknown underground area. All the Assigned Captains of Ten must notify their troops about the threat we are facing which will vary from lethal Dwemer Animunculi to warmongering Falmer savages. I suppose you all know what to do. Don't disappoint."
The one who gave the strategy talk was Alina as she addressed the captains of the troops that will participate. Jon left the planning for her since she was the strategist of the whole thing.
Aside from that, Jon will be with the front group to deal with any problems that may arise. Alina will be with the Mage group, and Wulfur shall accompany the Excavation group. Aside from the main three figureheads, the others shall participate by exchanging roles with the previous three in case they need to go back to the surface.
And thus the descending began.
Workers have been working on the icy glaciers for days establishing emergency wooden bridges to the nearest access point of Alftand then a tunnel was dug into the ice until the ruin was revealed.
The teams of ten descended one by one to not overload the bridges until everything was fully in order. Outside Alftand, the Dare Corps established an operation center and secured the area with greater numbers.
After the hundred fully went inside Alftand along with Jon and the rest, the place outside became quiet waiting for the results of the decisive project.
Meanwhile, Alftand opened its doors to Jon and the exploration teams.
Hundreds of years have passed since anyone stepped foot in those corridors and hallways of the Dwarven Towers but now the Nords entered fully equipped to loot, scavenge, and conquer. The sound of steam flowing through the non-erodible bronze pipes, the steam engines hidden behind the cold slabs of stone, the suffocating scent of Dwarven oil, the cracking of the machinery that kept itself in perfect shape across the ages, it was all overwhelming to many of those troopers who walked into a Dwemer construction for the first time.
"The Dwarves were really masters of construction. Everything they built was meant to last." Jon exclaimed.
"It is not your first time in one of those places." Mjoll spoke.
"Neither it is yours." Jon replied, "Alright, Commander Mjoll, you are leading the way in."
"Understood."
Mjoll, one of the Nord Heroes of Winterhold, rallied her people ahead and spread the formation of the troopers to better adapt to the tunnels of the Dwarven tower.
The careful digging of the company left many parts of Alftand intact unlike how things went in the Game when many parts of the walls were broken which led to breaking some of the pipes leading the steam and ice to flood some parts of the interior. The scenario may have repeated itself but the damage was minor compared to the shit show of excavation it would have turned out to be if Jon let riff-raff explorers go in.
It wasn't much until the teams met their real opponents.
Jon was right, this was going to be a lot harder than it came in the game. Alftand is much larger from inside and the mind map he had from his memory won't be of much use. If a single game character faced a single Dwarven Spider Worker in each corridor then within these hundreds of corridors, reality had it that tens upon tens of Dwarven Spiders were everywhere in the corridor and even crawling on its walls as real spiders do.
"SHELL FORMATION!"
Mjoll shouted as each couple of teams joined together and covered themselves with shields like turtles while the Dwarven Spiders descended upon them as a rain of metals to raise a clink with each clash and the sparks flashing like the workplaces of a hundred smiths.
The Dwarven Spiders attacked relentlessly with their pincers as the shields resisted their futile struggle to ward off the invaders and only rendered them victims for blades that rose from the shield array.
Meanwhile, Jon was standing behind the formation with little to no protection from the incoming enemies. He simply stood tall joining his arms together and when a Dwarven Spider noticed his solemn existence at the back of the line, it bounced towards only to be smitten by a flying hammer made of Daedric energy.
While the teams successfully defeated the spiders without casualties, Jon realized that even with his troopers, this whole expedition was going to take longer than what he anticipated or wished for. He let out a sigh and walked ahead leaving the place for the excavation and scavenging team to come and scrap all that's left from the fight.
One duty was left for the exploration team after getting rid of the Dwarven Animunculi and that is sealing the wall hatches which produce those pesky machines. Jon has fabricated a sealing technique that uses Tonal Manipulation to disturb the Dwarven constructs, something akin to an EMP effect that lasts as long as the seal stands. This way, he will completely stop the Ruins from producing more enemies and make it safe to conquer the city until they find the secret Animunculi production line.
The plan was perfect. One thing, however, Jon didn't foresee. He downloaded a mod before his reincarnation which will make him almost want to kill himself in the following days.
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A/N: It has been 10 days since I posted the last chapter. I may have not told anyone but I am having some PhD qualification exams. I will be extremely busy for the entirety of June and July but I will keep writing for the sake of the world. No riots, okay?
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The Dwarven Ruins are either stones or metal. Rarely one would find anything that would break this theme which makes the whole thing impossible to even dwell in.
The fact that an entire nation existed in these sorts of places is baffling since throughout their buildings, the whole thing seemed very inconvenient. When the Dwemer disappeared from the world, little was left behind aside from their weapons, cities, and machines. Some of the clutter survived as well such as plates and tableware but that's just it.
Where are their books, their means of entertainment, their non-stone and nonmetal personal items?
The answer is either it was scavenged by someone before or it decayed through the ages.
It is 3700 years too late to ask that question anyway. Jon can't be the only explorer to reach these places all that time. Many ruins thieves must have come and gone.
It still is depressing to the point where he was going through many parts of the rubble looking for fossilized things. The place was so cleaned that what he found was only a rattle toy that seemed to have been badly damaged.
Aside from the pointless exploration, the only thing to scavenge here was loads upon loads of Dwarven Metal and the only notes to take were those about the Ancient Dwarven Machinery and their applications.
Meanwhile, the team ahead focused on fighting the Dwarven Animunculi which started to get tougher the more they advanced.
It started with hordes of Dwarven Spiders and now, it is the Dwarven Spheres, the main foot soldiers of the Dwarven Ruins.
The Dwarven Spheres were the same description of the word. They were moving balls with the height of two feet that would love by using segments of their parts as wheels. Once they arrive near an enemy, they would unpack into an Animunculi with the height of five to six feet whose upper part is humanoid in shape and its lower part is still in the sphere's shell. Those Animunculi would use one bladed arm and another arm equipped with a crossbow to attack.
Relentless as they were, the Exploration team had to change their tactics with the Spheres. One group to shield from their attacks and bolts, another group was to keep them at bay with their spears and the one or two big-bodied troopers would use their hammers to completely shatter the Animunculi to smithereens.
However, the situation completely shifted to all the grim shades of black when the team ran into the first Dwarven Centurion, a metallic construct that stood on the towering height of five to six meters (almost 19 ft).
What can mortal men do when facing such horror?
At first, the Dwarven Centurion was dormant in a station made of an arc of pipes that supplied it with power. From a distant observation, these Dwarven Centurions don't get considered in a normal Animunculi assembly line but they actually get constructed by a horde of Dwarven Spiders working together on the Centurion station where they stand.
Jon managed to witness all that marvel by using a set of magical spells in order to spy on the secrets of the machine works of the Animunculi.
But as to every happy occasion, there is always that guy who's called the Party Buster which strangely rhymes with Falmer.
Those horrible little wicked things were present as well to ruin the mood. From some busted pipes and compromised maintenance hatches, some of those pesky Falmer hid and waited for the prey they sensed from a mile away.
The party was fairly underground already and since this is Falmer territory where even the Dwarven machines struggle to keep their grounds, the situation turned from a tactical confrontation with metallic machines to a head-on battle with a swarm of Falmer that built their outposts in these parts of the ruins.
The history of the Falmer dates back to when they were once the Elves that inhabited Skyrim. The Atmoran Return and the Dwemer Slavery has completely altered those once beautiful and elegant elves into what can now be seen as hideous savages no different than Goblins. They were filled with so much malice and hatred that they survived by herding subterranean bugs which they ate and used as crafting materials and fighting hounds all while waiting for the chance to get their hands on some of those people on the surface.
This cruel and vicious race flooded in number towards Jon and his exploration company intending to lay waste to the abhorrent humans but their malice was met with something that is far more evil than whatever they have spent thousands of years cultivating. Jon Dare, who watched them from the forefront of his group, ordered his people to stand down and walked ahead by himself.
"Those ones are mine." He said and walked past an old dwarven gate before closing it behind him.
In there where the world descended in complete darkness, Jon could only hear the sounds of the Falmer screeching and screaming as they surrounded him with their weapons.
They couldn't see him but the only thing they could hear was the sound of the metal on his boot clinking against the hard stone floor.
"Gluttony, Greed, Lust." He spoke.
Three aethereal masses were summoned around him. This first was fleshy red, the second was shadowy black, and the last was glassy translucent.
"Lust" Jon called again and the transparent aether in front of him and with a knife, he opened a small wound on the tip of his finger.
*GUUUUU*
The one reacting was obviously Gluttony, the being which longs for Jon's blood the most. In reaction to that, Greed quickly jumped towards it and both sins started suppressing one another.
A single drop of blood started to form on Jon's index and slowly descended as he aimed his finger down on Lust.
"Blood… Lust."
All it needed was a single drop of blood and the Lust immediately formed into a crystal to receive that blood drop. A strong sound of a drop falling into a pool of water was heard and suddenly, the clear crystal form of Lust turned red.
Waves of red energy spread into the surrounding space as every Falmer walking towards Jon were immediately stunned by it. They started inhaling the blood scent and acting up as if something wasn't going well with them.
The Red Lust emitted a red light which instantly lit the place and the image of those ugly Falmer in the Dwarven corridor appeared like a scene from an alien horror movie. What added fuel to the fire was the screeching that followed.
*SCREEEEEEECH*
The ones affected by the Blood Lust effect first were the Falmer Warmongers, the big brutes which seemed most monstrous. Their violent personalities succumbed to the call to carnage and their weapons started swinging.
Everything afterward mayhem.
"Release it." Jon spoke as he retrieved Greed and unleashed Gluttony in the fray.
Outside the corridor where the exploration team waited, the sound of battle came from beyond the large Dwarven gate. Little was everyone worried about Jon but the sound behind that wall was nothing short of horrific.
It all lasted for five minutes with horrible shrieks and screams echoing through the walls and it finally quieted down.
And the gate opened letting out a horrible stench.
What did they see? One might ask.
Initially, nothing. No one could see anything. Not the Falmer, not the Red Lust, not even Jon. It was ominously dark.
They heard the sound of footsteps afterward, a being came towards their direction walking slowly and heavily.
A Falmer, a single creature. It had no weapons, no shields, one of its arms was cut off, and it was surely covered in blood.
It raced its remaining hand towards the humans feebly still having the audacity to show the will to fight but all of a sudden, a large red fleshy tentacle appeared from the ceiling and rushed towards the Falmer.
It was caught by its head and before it could even react and suddenly lifted from where it stood back to the darkness it came from.
A crunching sound followed.
As one of the troopers brought a Candlelight staff and cast one candlelight into the dark corridor, the ball of light flew ahead making a bit of visibility and displaying what was inside.
Limbs, heads, guts, pools of blood… there were things that would make anybody turn their heads and run away to barf their guts out. The troopers endured it but this was difficult.
Behind the group of troopers, a figure descended from the ceiling, making no noise, and let go of the tentacle that he held to as it separated from his hand as well.
"Alright, it is clear." He spoke directly causing the troopers to jump off and aim their weapons in the other direction.
The moment they saw him was when they almost wanted to complain for the rest of their lives. They held their breath but someone asked.
"Boss, there's a strange monster out there."
"It's just something I summoned." Jon replied without a care in the world.
The troopers know that Jon summons stuff from Oblivion all the time so their worries were dismissed for the time being and the group advanced.
Meanwhile, Jon looked at Gluttony which was leeching to the ceiling in a monstrous form.
"Return." Jon commanded.
A massive chunk of flesh and gore dropped from the ceiling, reformed itself into a smaller size, and stood in front of Jon trying to imitate the shape of a person only to fail miserably.
Jon laughed and dismissed it.
"So, what did you gain this time?* He asked.
Speaking of gaining, Gluttony has a very unique ability towards what it feasts on.
"You learned a Tremorsense ability by eating the Falmer? Impressive indeed."
Jon recalled Gluttony and transformed it even more into the shape of a small ball with the size of his fist. He then dug his fingernails in Gluttony and caused it to expand and take over Jon's arm.
"Let's see." Jon spoke and looked at his forearm which turned out into something horrifying.
Jon's entire forearm was engulfed by Gluttony making it look like the hand of a monster from that horror movie where every monster is a skinned terrifying beast with knives for fingers. Jon grinned as he looked at this monstrous thing then slowly put it on the nearby wall. In his mind, everything on the other side became visible.
This turned out to be very useful when he saw what he saw.
"Those cunning Dwemer. So that's their secret."
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