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Kapitel 449: General Sense Unease...?

Tahnar grins with slight pride as he looks down at the things below him and the tower he was currently standing on. He was Xivilai, a race created by their lord Mehrunes Dagon who were far better suited in magic than their Dremora allies who were more drawn to physical combat.

Xivilai, in general, were large, horned grey-skinned Daedra who possessed glowing white eyes and usually had glowing white tattoos covering them. Many of the Xivilai also had thick bushy black hair, which could sometimes act as armour depending on which weapon struck it... Their race was actually taller than most Dremora, along with being physically stronger making them able to wield a two-handed weapon in each hand if they so choose.

They were the elites of Lord Mehrunes Dagons forces, and Tahnar was a Xivilai General, one of the few who followed the direct commands of his lord... In this case, he was continuing the command issues many centuries ago... Build up their military force, create siege weapons, forge equipment for his armies, and continue 'recruiting' beings from other realms.

Below his scorched spire was where all of this was occurring. They were on the coast of one of the Deadland's larger islands, nearby where an old portal that'd been used in the previous invasion of Tamriel was located.

Thousands of Dremora, Xivilai, Daedroths, and other lesser Daedra were hard at work under his command, the previously barren area had turned into a veritable fortress, because while they were not afraid of any invasions, they well remembered the lesson those lizards had taught them.

Indeed, much to his shame, Tahar had been one of those overseeing the invasion when they'd been counter-attacked, tens of thousands of lizards charging through the portal and decimating the invasion force, destroying all anchors, siege weapons, magical devices, and other essential equipment as they did so.

Lord Mehrunes Dagon had not been pleased with this, and Tahnar had felt his lord's wrath for many years afterwards... Fortunately, he'd been given this second chance to claim the world of mortals for his master. At least, that's what he thought.

"GENERAL! OUR SCOUTS... ALL BUT ONE WERE WIPED OUT!" A Dremora Kynval wearing Daedric armour exclaims as he runs up to the top of the black spire, clearly shocked as there shouldn't be any real threats in the Deadlands at all.

"And? What of the survivor!? What have they to say!?" Tahnar growls, angry that they'd lost some Winged Twilights, especially with how annoying they were to poach from that arrogant cur Azura.

"THEY... THEY REPORTED A VESSEL, GENERAL!"

...

"A vessel...?" Tahnar parrots, unable to comprehend the Dremora's words as his gaze shifts to the ocean of magma before him. There was a reason they couldn't just build a portal to Oblivion under the ocean of Tamriel during their previous invasion to make their enemies unable to remove it. The state of the Deadlands made it completely impossible to build any sort of navy, or any sea-worthy ships in general... After all, what material could they use to build ships resistant to magma!? Even he, one of the more powerful Daedra had to steer clear of the terrifying pools that surrounded each landmass.

"A GHOSTLY VESSEL! IT SAILS TOWARDS US AND IS MANNED BY MANY FIGURES WHO POSSESS UNNATURAL WEAPONRY!"

"What weaponry? What do we know of them?" Tahnar questions, wanting to know everything about the enemy force.

"THEY POSSESS SMALL FIRE SALT CANNONS THAT CAN ACCURATELY DISPATCH FLYING OPPONENTS!"

...

'Small fire salt cannons?' Tahnar mentally intones. As far as he was aware, the only people who could use such things were incredibly rich merchants or the most elite military forces. Fire salts were not cheap for those outside of Oblivion, not to mention how unreliable such weapons were due to their tendency to explode, the purity of fire salts varying depending on the area and or Daedra it was harvested from.

"Is our lord's new toy responsible?" Tahnar asks. He and almost every other Daedra in the Deadlands had gotten word of the 'mortal meat' that'd been acquired by Lord Mehrunes Dagon, strangely, he'd given permission to hunt for this meat as well, not stacking full claim of it as was his right.

Tahnar had kept himself up to date on it, and quickly learned that the mortal was not so easy picking as they'd first thought, managing to dispatch large hordes of hungry lesser Daedra with ease.

The Dremora is about to answer the question when a commotion catches their attention... They look over and see many men pointing at the ocean of magma, towards a huge ghostly vessel that was sailing towards them...

"That... Is bigger than expected..." Tahnar mutters. Sure, they had walls protecting the fortress on all sides, but they'd never built weapons in preparation for a sea-based assault. If you disregarded the already built siege weapons, they'd be sitting ducks depending on how powerful the vessel's armaments were.

"GENERAL! WHAT SHOULD WE DO!?"

"Gather the siege weapons and aim them towards the vessel! Man the walls, and have the mages make use of their magic! Go, now!" he commands, sending the Dremora sprinting down the now rather impractically tall spire.

With that, Tahnar goes to gather his equipment, weapons and armour. He had no idea who was responsible for this attack, but he had already guessed that the mortal was responsible somehow... What his Lord's intentions were with this 'guest' of his, Tahnar couldn't and refused to speculate... All he knew was that he couldn't allow centuries of preparation to go to waste like this... Mehrunes Dagon would not forgive him a third time.


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Kapitel 450: Aragor'in in

Michael continues sailing until he spots some more winged Daedra in the distance. He and his ghost crew manage to kill all of them but one, who'd kept its distance and escaped back in the same direction it'd come from... He, of course, followed, which led him to where he was now, sailing towards a large fortress that'd started launching rocks and other projectiles from what he could only guess to be catapults and trebuchet.

He was curious of their origin when some projectiles exploded with various effects upon striking the magma around the ship, but his curiosity could wait until he'd wiped out this daedric-whatever-settlement.

"FASTER! APPROACH FASTER!" Michael exclaims, despite the fact that they were already going full speed.

Some of his crew drag the cannons on deck to the front of the ship, pointing them in front of them before tying them down and beginning to fire them.

*BAANG!!*

Whatever the Daedra were expecting, cannons had apparently not been it as figures throw themselves off of the black stone walls before the ghostly projectiles strike them, cracking some and causing others to crumble.

One of the enemy's fired rocks managed to strike the sail of the ship, but it just goes completely through, causing the struck area to dissipate momentarily before reforming itself. It did drain some of Michael's mana for the repair, but he wasn't all that worried about it. He still had a shit ton of mana potions in his inventory to use, should it come down to it.

Michael noticed that the enemy's attacks were getting closer and closer to hitting the deck, so he turns the ship and revealed its broadside to the fortress, allowing the many Starboard cannons to begin reigning fire down upon the fortress, actually managing to destroy the large black spire standing proudly high above the walls... At least, it did...

Hundreds of Daedra were killed by the first volley, but again, Michael was forced to manoeuvre the ship to avoid being struck... This time, pointing the Portside cannons at the enemy...

The enemy Daedra knew exactly what was going to happen as he did this, having already suffered one volley of cannon shots. They all took cover, uncaring of the plight of their allies and quickly crumbling defences in the meantime.

Some large Daedroths equipped with large shields barely covered their allies, the cannon shots were not powerful enough to break completely through the daedric shields... Michael was sure they would once he got [GhostShip] to Rank 3 though.

Regardless, with the enemy forces already in shambles, he turns the ship and sails directly towards the shattered and cracked fortress, intent to crash it and charge them. Kunkka only used the Ghost Ship to crash into things in the game, so he wanted to see just how effective it would be for him.

The few cannons on the front kept firing, but it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as the full broadsides the fortress had already received, allowing the enemy to recollect themselves and prepare for the crash landing... They actually thought that Michael was stupid for giving up his naval superiority, unaware of the damage the crashing Ghost Ship might cause.

With thousand of Daedra gathered in the fortress's ruined courtyard, they prepared to receive the enemy once they crashed the ship into the shallow rocky area surrounding the island, or the shore if they got lucky enough.

"COME GET SOOOME!" Michael roars as the ship approaches the fortress, seemingly ignoring the sharp rocks it was going over. Once it reached the shore, the whole thing abruptly explodes, causing a shockwave of water to expand outwards, knocking many Daedra off of their feet.

*CRAAAAAAAAAASH!*

While the ship imploded on itself, Michael and the ghostly crew streamed forward from the wreckage, completely unaffected by the crash landing.

Michael honestly felt like Aragorn leading the ghost army in the Lord of the Rings as he sprinted forward, ebony sword bared. His ghostly crew hadn't vanished after the destruction of the Ghost Ship, probably because he was still providing magic to the spell.

"AARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Michael and the enemy Daedra all cry out as they crash into each other, his ghost crew also giving soundless roars as they crash into the enemy.

Michael casts "Winter's Curse!" on one of the backline Daedra just before the two sides clash, causing many Daedra to abruptly turn around and start attacking the unfortunate victim, leaving them completely defenceless as the ghost crew runs them through.

It was obvious that his ghost crew was way outmatched by both the daedra's individual strength and equipment, but the initial charge had set the mood for the battle, putting the enemy on the defensive as they desperately try to recover from the lost clash. All while Michael applied pressure of his own, unleashing powerful spells left right and centre.

Torrents explode from the scorched ground, sending Daedra flying from the extremely high-pressure water.

Fade Bolts jump between each Daedra, harming them while drastically reducing the strength and speed of anyone hit.

Arcane Curses fall on the backline mages, causing them agonizing pain and continual damage that only gets worse with every spell they try to cast.

Spatial Scatters disintegrate groups of enemies that were stupid enough to approach him during his rampage.

TideBringer decimates large swathes of the enemy force with each attack, sometimes even cleaving fifty of so Daedra in half all in one go, causing some to simply flee in terror at the display of absolute and unadulterated violence.

This combined with Essence Shift and Fiery soul made Michael untouchable by any Daedra in the fortress. Even after his ghost crew had finally been destroyed, he continued his slaughter, not allowing for any surrender or pleading as he bloodied his blade on the enemy.

Michael's flaming form blurs as he runs his sword through the stomach of the last remaining enemy, a Dremora mage who'd been hastily summoning Atronachs in order to stall for time... Not that he'd gotten it.

He'd thought that was the last of them, but he realises that this is not the case once he turns around and finds himself face to face with a heavily armoured Xivilai, who was wielding a two-handed Daedric sword in one hand and channelling a dark spell in the other.

Michae raises a flaming fist that was enhanced via Fiery Soul towards the Xivilai, "You've got big balls wanted to fight me alone like this... Or maybe you've just run from me until you couldn't anymore? Is that why you're the last one left?" he taunts, loving the way the Daedra's face scrunches with utter fury.

"I AM TAHNAR! GENERAL UNDER MEHRUNES DAGON! AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU HERE WITH THE REST OF MY SLAIN KIN!"


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